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whumperfultime · 1 year ago

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Tarot-Inspired Whump Prompts

I'm enthusiastic about both whump and tarot and those interests were bound to collide at some point. So I wrote a list of writing prompts inspired by the Major Arcana! Five prompts for each card, so there should be something for everyone. Enjoy!

(Also, if you happen to write anything based on any of these, feel free to tag me! I'd be honored to read it.)

The Fool: Accidental whump. Misplaced trust. Leap of faith. Taking a risk. Falling from a high place.

The Magician: Magical whump. Manipulation. Mind control. A charismatic and confident character. A table full of tools for inflicting pain.

The High Priestess: Keeping secrets. Blindfolded whumpee relying on their other senses. Guarding something or someone. Intuitively noticing when something or someone has changed. Cult setting/dynamics.

The Empress: Gilded cage. Lady whump (if you're into that). Comfort in material things. Gentle caretaker. Whumpee not used to experiencing abundance and safety.

The Emperor: Strict whumper and/or strict rules. Royal whump. Wartime. Stoic leader trying to remain calm for the sake of their team. High security.

The Hierophant: Religious whump. Institutionalized whump. Punished for questioning authority. Pressure to conform. Power leading to corruption.

The Lovers: Yandere whump. Sadistic choice. Forced to watch. Protectiveness. Multiple whumpees, whumpers, caretakers, etc.

The Chariot: Car crash. On the run. Kidnapped and forced into a vehicle. Lost and stranded. Unwanted and distressing thoughts.

Strength: Whumpee turned caretaker or whumper. Monster character. Patient caretaker. Animal attack. Emotional support animal.

The Hermit: Isolation. Sensory deprivation. Neglect. Feeling like an outcast. Going into hiding.

Wheel of Fortune: Bad luck. Time heals all wounds. Long-term captivity. Painful anniversaries. Wrong place, wrong time.

Justice: Whumper being arrested. Detached/indifferent whumper or caretaker. Wrongful imprisonment. Privileges vs. punishments. Shutting off emotions so logic can take over.

The Hanged Man: Stress position. Caught in a net. Restrained and abandoned. Hanging. Standing cuffs.

Death: Grief. Recovery milestones. Immortal whumpee dying over and over. Left behind. Visiting a grave.

Temperance: Drugged whumpee. Personality changes due to trauma. Angel character. Poisoning. Mad scientist whumper.

The Devil: Demon character. Sadistic whumper. Addiction and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Pet whump. Collared.

The Tower: Building collapse. Struck by lightning. Drastic change. A character being overpowered. Shocking revelation or betrayal.

The Star: Bathing (whether this is peaceful or whumpy is up to you). Drowning. Finally being able to rest. Anything having to do with recovery. Dehydration.

The Moon: Nightmares. Lost in the woods. Werewolf character. Illusions or hallucinations. Running on pure survival instinct.

The Sun: Sunburn. Public figure whumpee. Forced to perform. First time outside after being held captive. Heatstroke.

Judgement: Revenge. Sound torture. Deity character. Punishment. Resurrected from the dead.

The World: Endings (positive or negative). Breaking the cycle of abuse. Overwhelmed by choices. Regaining personal autonomy. Closure and acceptance (or lack thereof).

#whump prompts #whump ideas #whump community #whumpblr #this was really fun to make and i'm very proud of the finished result #if i get really brave maybe i'll post a scene or story of my own someday

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killerpancakeburger · 9 months ago

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Hi! I got your ask and I'll answer it soon <3 in the meantime, I was curious about

Ka-freaking-boom, baby | Pinning (against a wall) | Renegades

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The titles/descriptions are a net, and I am but a fish you caught with it

majinbangus 🥛🐟

Hiii! Tysm for the ask! 💕

For the WIP ask game.

Alright, here we gooo *rubbing hands with glee*

Ka-freaking-boom, baby

That line by Soap drove me insane, so I came up with a Reader feeling the same way lol. It's very short so I'll post it entirely here:

“Ka-freaking-boom, baby.”

The perfect mix of rasp and silk in his voice seemed to drain all the blood from your brain and send it rushing south. It was almost worse than having his fingers stroking every inch of your skin.

Before Soap had any chance to react, you dragged him away into the nearest dark alley and kissed him furiously.

A confused moan escaped him under your assault.

Once you’ve had your fill, you withdrew, glaring at him. He was panting, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, torn between bafflement and pleasure, and, a rare occurrence, at a loss for words.

“Fuck, what the fuck… was that!?” you yelled in a whisper. “Do I have to be a freaking bomb for you to talk to me like that!?”

His eyes widened even more before understanding spread across his face. A chuckle left his lips.

“Jealous o’ an explosive, hen? Yer too cute.”

Not in the mood to play around, you grabbed his flak jacket to pull him where you wanted and, lips pressed against his ear, you described all the unspeakable acts you would do to him if he used that voice back at the base.

He let out an agonized sound at that, as if you were torturing him.

“Steamin' Jesus…”

He covered the hand that was holding him in place and took a deep inhale, most likely to keep it together.

“Bonnie, love ye, but the mission…”

You aggressively shoved your index in his sternum, looking him in the eye.

“You're making it up to me later, you hear me?”

His head was swaying with the contrast between your filthy promises and your harsh gestures, but he straightened up, recognizing an order when he heard one.

“Yes Ma'am.”

Pining (against a wall)

I read a fic where in one chapter, Soap and Reader hide from enemies with Reader stuck between the wall and Soap, and our beloved sergeant gets...hum... affected by their proximity lol. So I wanted to do a version where Soap is the one pinned between Reader and the wall. It's also the same vibe as The powder and the fuse, aka Soap sees his gf in action being very badass and finds it hot. It's smut tbh, with their clothes on tho.

WIP:

"At the sight of your enemies getting closer to your location, your bodyguard training takes over. Before you can even think about it, you grab Soap by his flak jacket, drag him into a dark alley and end up half-pining, half-slamming him against the nearest wall without warning, shoving your hand over his mouth for good measure. It's a professional reflex you'll have to apologize for later.

That, and if there's one thing he's never been good at, it's keeping it shut.

Not that he ever gave you a reason to call his skills into question, always proving himself serious and reliable on the job, but missions with only the two of you together are few and far between, and he certainly never stops running his mouth over comms during them.

Wholly focused on your opponents’ behavior, head turned away from him, on the lookout, the hand on his mouth keeping him against the wall, the other by his head, caging him in, you don't pay attention to your newfound proximity. How your faces are barely a centimeter away from each other, how his warm breath strokes your skin with each respiration. You don't notice either how much you’re pressed against his body, how your chests are touching, the contact exacerbated by each inhale, or that one of your legs is nudged between his.

Or the way his cerulean eyes are devouring you, drinking in your every move."

Renegades

It's a retelling of MW2 with Shadow!Reader, from the mission Alone until Graves die. Lots of action.

Reader kills her own coworkers when they go after civilians and deserts the Shadow company. She comes to the rescue of an injured Soap in the hopes that she can ally with the TF to take down Graves.

It's called renegadeS because It's not only about Reader's treason, but also because the TF is considered treators thanks to Shepherd, and that Reader consider that Graves betrayed her for sending her after civilians when she stated from the start she wouldn’t go after unarmed ppl/civilians.

Something about having to betray either your community/organization/group, or your own moral code, but doomed to be a traitor all the same…

WIP:

"Joining the Shadow Company had never been your first choice. Military organizations tended to be bad news, and private ones were even worse. However fate forced your hand. Or, more exactly, capitalism did.

The pay offered by the Private Military Company exceeded your wildest dreams. You've made more in a week than in one year of your regular job as a bodyguard. And you were in desperate need of money; a lot, and fast; it was the only way to afford your sister's cancer treatment.

Things weren't so bad at the start. The commander was a bigmouth, but he was sensible, and he got the job done. At some point, the corporation allied with a special task force, an international group of elite combatants, some sort of legendary military unit. You hadn't paid them much attention, since they weren't the enemy.

Until they were.

Somehow the General that commanded both those guys and the Shadow Company decided to betray his own men, turning them into traitors. At the same time, your orders brutally changed. You were expected to turn the whole town upside down to pinpoint the ex-Special Forces, and if civilians happened to be in the way, well… there was no one to hold you responsible if you put a bullet in them.

You didn’t care about the Task Force. Sucked to be them, but surely they could handle themselves.

However, the moment your coworkers started to execute unarmed civilians right in front of you, you snapped.

The latters’ screams for mercy still resonate in your ears. The racket caused by the bullets you sent through your former companions in arms hadn't been enough to make you forget their bloodcurdling yells.

You hadn't even had time to ponder your actions. Your body acted on its own. You slaughtered them without batting an eye. They probably didn’t even understand what happened to them, not expecting your betrayal. You didn’t regret it.

You hid the bodies to the best of your abilities, and slipped away.

Now here you are, lost in Las Almas, a small city in Mexico, operating in the blind. Between the dark of the night and the rain, your vision is execrable. You have little time before your ex-colleagues’ death and your disappearance get noticed. The clock is ticking, and you can see only two options presenting themselves to you: fight or flight.

You eventually stumble upon a squad of Shadows. You've been monitoring the comms, and your treason hasn’t been noticed yet.

So, in a rush of insane hope, you do the unthinkable and reveal yourself to them.

Maybe, just maybe, not all Shadows are bloodthirsty mercenaries who shoot innocents at the first opportunity. Maybe they can be reasoned with. Maybe you don't need to fight alone. Maybe…

You salute them as you approach, acting with as much natural as you can muster.

One throws one look at you and turns away. The other two stare with curiosity.

“Whattya doing here? This isn’t your area.”

You play dumb. Easy to perform when your interlocutor is already looking down on you. The only perk of being a woman in this field of work is idiots underestimating you.

“Lost my way. The others left me behind. Mind if I join?”

You make your tone as silly and harmless as possible, turning your voice higher pitched than normal. It works like a charm.

You put up with their mockeries that sound a lot like insults and other jeers, keeping a naive smile on your lips.

Following on their heels, it's easy to fall back into the routine that's been yours for the past few weeks, since you became a shadow. But that illusion of normality shatters the moment you come across inhabitants.

“They don't know shit,” grumbles one of the shadows, after barking orders at the civilians only leads to desperate pleas for mercy in spanish. “Might as well get rid of them.”

You stare at him with incredulity, your bewildered expression hidden by your balaclava. How could someone be so callous with human life was beyond you. Yes, you were killers for hire, but between fighting seasoned soldiers on a battlefield and slaughtering unarmed families in their own home, there was a world of difference.

“Sure,” shruggs another.

The third one doesn't even bother answering, already taking aim with his rifle.

You feel trapped in a horror movie, an alternative reality.

“That's not necessary,” you step in, loud enough to be clearly heard, but still attempting to not sound too authoritarian. “Killing them isn’t gonna give us any answer.”

“Who cares?” snarls the first one at you, irritated by your intervention. “We get a bonus for each target, it's all that matters.”

“But they're not targets,” you hiss, getting riled up despite yourself. “Is that what your morals are worth? A bunch of zeroes?”

“For the love of… knew admitting women was a bad idea. You’re too soft-hearted for this job. So either shut the fuck up, or-”

He never gets the chance to finish his sentence, as the bullet you fire lodges itself between his eyebrows.

As the other two squad members let out expletives in shock, you’re already shooting again. The one who was aiming his rifle at the denizens drops dead just as he gets you into his sights. The last one scrapes your side with his handgun before you make him join his teammates.

Panting, you lower your weapon and kick at one of the corpses in rage.

“Fuck! Why did you have to be such a rotten piece of shit!”

From the corner of your eye, you notice the group of civilians nearby shaking with fear, glancing at you with horror and uncomprehension. You sigh and tell them to leave, unable to look them in the eye, ashamed.

Once left to your own devices, you let your fury and your frustration explode.

“Shit, shit, shit! Never should have taken this fucking job!”

Overwhelmed, you crouch, covering your face with your hands, and swear some more.

“Why'd ye do that?”

The hoarse, foreign, barely audible voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump. You point your handgun in multiple directions, in vain.

“What the…?”

You cautiously inspect your surrondings, on your guard, ready to open fire at the first sight of an enemy. Eventually you find the owner of the voice, inside a nearby building, slumped against a crumbled brick wall, and immediately take aim at him.

“Hey there.”

The salute may be casual, but his body language shows nothing but extreme vigilance and sharp suspicion, his own handgun pointed at you. The tone of his voice isn’t exactly warm either.

At the first provokation, he will swiftly end your life without any qualms.

Your eyes roam over him and, as you take in his bare face, the soaking wet blue t-shirt adhering to his skin, and jeans, you realize you're not dealing with one of Graves’ guys. The british flag displayed on his bulletproof vest silently answers your interrogations.

“You're one of those brits,” you sigh in relief.

Well, half-relief. You may not consider them your enemies anymore, but unfortunately, that doesn't mean the opposite is true.

He scoffs at your remark, apparently mildly offended.

“Scottish.”

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lethisfleshnotbetorn · 5 days ago

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer Whumplist

I’ll be adding on to this as I think of them (and also when I finish season 7) comment if I’ve missed any

Xander Harris

1x02- The Harvest

Unconscious, dragged, manhandled

1x03- Teacher’s Pet

Drugged, kidnapped, caged, chained

1x06- The Pack

Possessed, caged

1x08- I, Robot…You, Jane

Manhandled

1x11- Out of Mind, Out of Sight

Locked in a room, poisonous gas, getting weaker

2x01- When She Was Bad

Knocked out, bloody nose

2x03- School Hard

Put in headlock

2x04- Inca Mummy Girl

Attacked, life force nearly sucked out?

2x06- Halloween

Manhandled

2x12- Bad Eggs

Knocked out, locked in closet

2x16- Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered

Attacked, chased (pretty much the whole episode)

2x21- Becoming pt 1

Arm broken, knocked out

2x22- Becoming pt 2

Arm in cast

3x08- Lover’s Walk

Headlock, knocked out, kidnapped, bleeding

3x13- The Zeppo

Manhandled, threatened at knifepoint

3x15- Consequences

Attempted SA, strangled

3x17- Enemies

Knocked out

3x20- The Prom

Attacked by a demon

4x02- Living Conditions

Knocked out

4x08- Pangs

Sick with syphilis

4x09- Something Blue

Attacked by demons

4x18- Where the Wild Things Are

Drowning

4x22- Restless

Tormented by dreams

5x01- Buffy vs Dracula

Hypnotized

5x03- The Replacement

Hit with magic

5x11- Triangle

Manhandled, broken arm, bloody

5x16- The Body

Angst, injured hand

5x18- Intervention

Knocked out

5x20- Spiral

Car sick

6x01/02- Bargaining

Attacked, put in headlock

6x03- After Life

Possessed

6x14- Older and Far Away

Attacked, injured

6x16- Hell’s Bells

Angst

6x17- Normal Again

Attacked, knocked out, tied up

6x19- Seeing Red

Shot at, angst

6x20- Villains

Angst, traumatized, frozen with magic

6x21- Two to Go

Held at swordpoint

6x22- Grave

Knocked out, maimed with magic, bleeding, angst

7x01- Lessons

Attacked by ghost

7x05- Selfless

Knocked out, held back

7x08- Sleeper

Knocked out

7x09- Never Leave Me

Attacked, hit over the head

7x14- First Date

Tied up, stabbed, bleeding

7x15- Get It Done

Thrown into a table

7x18- Dirty Girls

Eye gouged out, hospitalized

Rupert Giles

1x03- Witch

Knocked out

1x05- Never Kill a Boy on the First Date

Attacked by vampires

1x06- The Pack

Knocked out

1x09- The Puppet Show

Strapped down, almost decapitated

1x11- Out if Mind, Out of Sight

Locked in room, losing oxygen

1x12- Prophecy Girl

Knocked out

2x01- When She Was Bad

Kidnapped, hung upside down

2x17- Passion

Angst over Jenny’s death, crying

2x21- Becoming pt. 1

Knocked out, kidnapped

2x22- Becoming pt. 2

Tied up, tortured

3x04- Beauty and the Beasts

Tranquilized

3x07- Revelations

Hit over head, knocked out, head trauma, hospitalization

3x09- The Wish

Locked in cage, forced to watch Cordelia murdered (alternate reality)

3x11- Gingerbread

Chloroformed

4x09- Something Blue

Goes blind (temporary)

4x12- A New Man

Turns into a monster and attacked by Buffy

4x22- Restless

Tormented by visions

5x16- The Body

Angst over Joyce’s death

5x20- Spiral

Injured, near death

5x21- The Weight of the World

Hospitalized

6x22- Grave

Attacked, beaten up, close to death

Angel

2x09- What’s My Line pt. 1

Caged, almost killed by sunlight

2x10- What’s My Line pt. 2

Kidnapped, tied up, gagged, burned with holy water, tortured

2x22- Becoming pt. 2

Stabbed, killed, sent to hell

3x04- Beauty and the Beasts

Feral, chained

3x09- The Wish

Held prisoner, chained, tortured

3x10- Amends

Tormented by visions, suicidal

3x15- Consequences

Attacked, caught in net

3x21/22- Graduation Day

Impaled with arrow, poisoned, angst

Spike

2x10- What’s My Line pt. 2

Injured (in wheelchair for next several episodes)

4x07- The Initiative

Imprisoned

4x08- Pangs

Tied up, shot with arrows

4x09- Something Blue

Chained, tied up

4x10- Hush

Tied up

5x18- Intervention

Kidnapped, gagged, tied up, tortured

5x22- The Gift

Angst over Buffy’s death

7x01- Lessons

Tormented and crazy (for the next several episodes)

7x08- Sleeper

Mind control, angst

7x09- Never Leave Me

Tied up, chained, mind control, kidnapped, cut, bleeding

7x10- Bring On the Night

Tortured, water boarding, beaten

7x11- Showtime

Chained

7x13- The Killer In Me

In massive pain, near death

7x15- Get It Done

Attacked, thrown through the ceiling

7x17- Lies My Parents told Me

Angst, beat up, burned, chained

Daniel ‘Oz’ Osborne

2x10- What’s My Line pt. 2

Shot in the arm

2x15- Phases

Transforms into a werefolf

3x04- Beauty and the Beasts

Attacked, thrown around

3x09- The Wish

Imprisoned, caged

3x16- Dopplegangland

Held hostage at the Bronze, held back, thrown by vampire

4x06- Wild at Heart

Angst

4x19- New Moon Rising

Captured by initiative, experimented on

Riley Finn

4x14- Goodbye, Iowa

Withdrawals

4x16- Who Are You?

Has sex with Faith in Buffy’s body (questionable consent)

4x19- New Moon Rising

Taken prisoner by the initiative, locked up

4x21- Primeval

Mind controlled by Adam, forced to watch

5x04- Out of my Mind

Sick, weak, going crazy

Andrew Wells

6x13- Dead Things

Angst over being murder accomplice

6x19- Seeing Red

Knocked out, arrested

6x21- Two to Go

Attacked, afraid

7x09- Never Leave Me

Tied up, slapped, bitten by vampire, attacked

7x10- Bring on the Night

Tied up, gagged with duct tape

7x11- Showtime

Tied up

7x16- Storyteller

Angst over killing friend

#whump #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #xander harris #angel btvs #spike btvs #oz btvs #riley finn #andrew wells

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cheesecakeyuri · 9 months ago

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@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!

#folklore #litrature #literature #poems and poetry #monologue #classics #acedemic #school #mutuals #mythology #fyp #themes of:#tw implied death #tw drowning #tw sexism #witches vs patriarchy #i need validation

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garden-with-squid · 5 months ago

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8/1/24

As I wrote this post, I discovered that my pumpkin plant was completely eaten by a squirrel and it sent me into a blind rage. Please be advised that the following post is mostly negative in tone.

I haven’t updated in a while, so here are the highlights to accentuate the positive:

The jasmine is blooming again

Cooked up some Japanese eggplant into a stir fry, I thought it was good (Michael thinks eggplant tastes like a shoe)

The kitchen basil plants are doing pretty good, growing offshoots.

Very bad news: the pumpkin plant has been COMPLETELY eaten. It was making good progress so I uncovered it and sprinkled chili powder (that was literally two days ago!) - did not work at ALL. There’s one REALLY big squirrel that’s been wreaking havoc on everything that’s not covered with netting or plastic. Goddammit. It was doing so well too. Wow I just checked it now and that REALLY pisses me off.

I could just keep things netted and caged off but it’s so hard to get into the garden and I hate looking at haphazard nets, and some plants need insects to pollinate. What the actual fuck do I do.

I am 100% on board with squirrel murder now. I swear to god if Michael ever gets that fat fuck, I’ll set up a grave just so I can dance on it.

I have been pretty discouraged this year - last years harvests were much better. No peppers and maybe a handful of cherry tomatoes. I’m still not watering and fertilizing enough. And I’ve finally had it with these goddamn squirrels. So spring was pretty alright this year but summer’s been a wash.

I should just say fuck summer and focus intensely on the fall garden at this point. Cover crop everything, cover everything in compost, pull out everything that I hate and cut my losses.

I have this weird hesitation around buying plants from the nursery. It feels like cheating, like I should start everything from seed or keep plants alive all season. Plus it’s expensive. But gardens I see online stay lush because they’re constantly sowing, growing, or replacing plants throughout the season, and I can’t expect some plants to look fresh and young forever.

I got some extra cash so I went to the Armstrong and bought myself some plants - lavender, another tomatillo, zinnias and cosmos. Michael asked for rosemary and snake plants, so we have those inside now.

How am I this bad at this??? Like, I actually feel like I’m doing a TERRIBLE job. Like the results I want demand way more effort than I provide. Like everything is TRYING to die. I feel like it’s all my own fault for not doing everything right. I really fucking hate summer now - friendship ended with summer, now spring is my best friend.

Maybe summer should be my off season - focus mostly on spring, just keep a few key plants that I want to harvest for summer, and cover crop everything else because this is so much bullshit to deal with. Spring and fall were significantly easier to deal with here. I am so pissed. Hate hate pain rage bloodlust rage

#garden logbook #gardening #auuuuauaggghhagaghhhh #the neighbor dropped off a bag of peaches from her tree so I will make jam #and that will be the only good part of this summer thus far

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hildifons-hairyfoot · 2 years ago

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Can the flowers be read of as mourning for the dead? A marking of what has passed through? A bit like poppies? Or flowers on graves?

On the same note, steel vice, the intense cold, "for the dead travel fast", the wolves howling (before a hunt etc.) is it like a net of death or the bars of the cage closing around him?

And is the flame reminiscent of hell, on the night when evil spirit stuff, the blurred line between life and death, the stench of rot, Jonathan existing between the two? Travelling from one to the other? Is this foreshadowing?

And is travelling in circles symbolic of how many times this story has played over? How many lives have been taken by Dracula? How this is beginning as another retelling of a sad tale? Doom and death one cannot escape?

#dracula daily #i am havijg THOUGHTS #but my words are not working anymore #dying over this entry #me trying some more literary analysis #i hope its okay #my post

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nixalegos · 1 year ago

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Boggled in a Bog

Continuation from HERE "Hithril, was it? No surname? No heraldry? That's almost refreshing." He said as he hefted the cast iron and gripped it near the end of its length the wrong way, and started to pull it away from himself. Symbols, runes, shapes of strange and unfamiliar magics ignited along the iron. Some so close to be recognizable, but all of them harsh, hateful shapes. As soon as the rod was filly lit up he turned it with a flourish and then with the hissing pishaw of pneumatic assistance, drove the rod into the watery muck. Nothing happened as he let go and took a step back to look at her. "Did you come here by portal, or are you a native to this place?" He asked as the clear and empty sky peeled with a thundercrack. Lighting struck the wrong way. Not from sky to ground, but the other way around. The spark of the divine turned around leap from that rod straight up, its coloration wrong, a blaring foul green, arcing its way up over the treeline and cascading out. From where they stood she could see other streaks of unnatural power reaching to join in six different directions with them at the center. Like a net, or a circus tent made of non-linear patterns of current and field. Once it was formed and seemingly stable, that current feed back into itself, and down. The lighting reached and snaked into the ground, like the stories of mad science gone horribly right. The lighting moved as if alive, arcing down into the soil, the muck, and what it touched, moved. The loops and coils reaching farther was too strong, igniting gnats and moths and flittering jittering bugs like signal sparks simply for passing by. A circuit that was overloaded and overheating. The bodies of toads and frogs long since passed burst from the wet peat with open leathery mouths, their tongues consumed by emerald fire before it spread to the rest of their diminutive bodies. Forceful resurrection by immolation and desecration. There, something larger, a badger with no arm flopped up with no fur, its teeth missing before the flames spread over it. All over, the cycle of life was taken, wrested back, and its neck snapped in favor of the warlocks desire for efficiency. And efficient it was, the huge area his lighting cage had cast over had struck paydirt only a dozen feet away from her. A head gasping with escaping gases lurched up. Followed closely by something even larger. A horses head. The dead and its rider tried in vain to obey the magic sizzle snapping in their bones, that forced unmoving ligaments to snap and flex again. Most of the chain lighting now curling in their paths to this point of larger resistance, colliding and burning the preserved flesh with bullet holes as it poured into them both. And then, as soon as the macabe ritual started, the looping arcs of fel lighting stopped, the bodies of the bog, the dozens of critters, the handfuls of beasts, and the victims too, were allowed to rest once more, collapsed ontop their own dug open watery graves. The lighting cage above them had discharged to nothing, only the scent of sulfur and brimstone hung heavier then the mist had been when he'd started, and he made his way closer towards them. The iron rod he'd used had melted under the weight of the ritual, slagged and steaming. "I'm from Azeroth, are you familiar with the realm at all?" He said casually, as if the barbaric act of violence against the cycle was totally dismissible and barely worth mentioning. @ramblingsofamoonwatcher

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Arrow Flashbacks: Season 1

Oliver Episode 1-6

Episode 1: Pilot

The Queen's Gambit, 5 years ago.

Robert Queen is watching the Radar on the ship, as a member of the crew comes inside, soaked from the outside storm. Then he says "the storm's a category 2. The captain's recommending we head back."

"All right, inform the crew." Robert responded as Oliver and Sara walked out of their room.

Oliver asks "Are we in trouble?"

"One of us is."

"Ollie? where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" Sara asked

"I'll be there in a minute Sara." Oliver responded as Sara walked back into the room.

"You know son, that is not going to finish well for either of them or you." Robert said as the Flashback faded back into the present where Oliver is fully dressed as he looks at a photo of him and his father.

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Queen's Gambit, 5 years ago.

"It's getting closer." Sara says starting to freak out about the storm.

"That's not very scientific." Says Oliver

"And what would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?"

"I happen to know a lot about science" He defends

"I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses Sara

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me."

"Your sister will never know. Come here." He says getting on top of her on the bed.

She giggles until she hears another loud strike of thunder. "Ok that one was really close."

"Sara we're gonna be fine." He says as he kisses her and then the cabin flips, throwing them to opposite sides of the room.

Sara screams as she is pulled into the ocean.

"Sara?"

"Sara!"

Oliver keeps screaming for Sara while he's in the water.

And a crew member is yelling for Oliver.

Oliver swims to the lifeboat and climbs up. As the boat moves he yells "No! NO!"

As he tries to turn back his father stops him. "No! Dad, she's out there!"

"She's not there!" Robert argues

"Sara!" He yells as the yacht sinks

"She's gone."

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Robert says "there's not enough left for all of us. Save your strength. You can survive this. Make it home, and make it better. Right my wrongs.

"But you've got to live through this first. Ollie, you hear me? You hear me son?"

"Just rest dad." Said Oliver as he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Robert grabs a gun out of his pocket and shoots Gus.

"Dad?!!" Oliver says, now jolted awake.

"Survive." Says Robert as he turns the gun on himself, shooting himself in the head.

"No!!!" Oliver screams.

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Episode 2: Honor Thy Father

As he finishes burying his father's body in the rocks, he sees a book in his father's pocket, and he takes it. As he opens it, it has a design (the glades)

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As Oliver placed the final rock on his father's grave, he was in a lot of pain as an arrow went through his shoulder.

He screams as he looks back to see a man in a hood aiming a bow and arrow at him.

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Episode 3: Lone Gunman

Oliver wakes up in a cave next to the hooded man.

"Who are you, and why did you shoot me?" He asks

The man responds as he removes his hood "Bǎohù nǐ" (to protect you)

The man gives him herbs and drink. As Oliver takes the drink, the man pulls the arrow out of his shoulder, causing him to scream.

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Oliver wakes up in the same cave, where he sees Yao Fei asleep.

He runs out of the cave passing many bushes, trees and branches on the way.

He coughs as he falls then continues running until he springs a trap where he ends up hanging in a tree by a net.

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Yao Fei is standing outside of the net Oliver was caught in with a knife.

"傻子" (fool) he said as he walked to the other tree.

"這個地方太危險了，任何人都不能獨處" (this place is too dangerous for any one man to be alone)

Yao Fei cuts the rope "他們會殺了你" (they'll kill you.)

Oliver falls out of the trap and Yao Fei moves on, Oliver gets up and runs after him.

A group of armed men check the trap and see someone has escaped it.

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Episode 4: An Innocent Man

Yao Fei comes into the cage carrying a woven cage with a bird in it.

"Shengcún." He says

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Shengcún!" he repeats as he walks.

"I don't speak Chinese!"

Oliver looks at his little picture of Laurel. "I'm so sorry Laurel.. So sorry."

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Oliver looked over at Yao Fei, who was cooking. He hasn't eaten since the raft and was weak and beyond hungry.

"What is that?"

"It smells really good.. I'm so hungry."

Oliver tried touching the bird Yao Fei was cooking on a stick. But his hand was slapped away.

"Ow!"

"Fine... Don't share."

Yao Fei points at the other bird in the cage and says "Shengcún."

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝."

"𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐮́𝐧"

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The bird still in the woven cage was chirping.

"Please, I'm starving." Oliver begged

"I've never killed anything before."

As the hunger got the best of him, Oliver grabbed the bird from the cage.

He looked up, saying "I'm sorry." As he snapped it's neck.

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Back in the cave with Yao Fei, Oliver is eating the bird he cooked.

"Shengcún."

"Yeah. Bird."

"Shengcún no mean bird." The man said.

"Shengcún mean survive."

"You speak english?" Oliver asked, baffled.

"If you want survive this place, bird not last thing you kill."

Yao Fei picked up Oliver's picture.

"And forget her. You look all day. You won't survive."

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Episode 5: Damaged

𝐘𝐚𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 "𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫."

𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐚𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥."

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

"𝐓𝐫𝐲. 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐀𝐢𝐦. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. "𝐓𝐫𝐲."

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞.

"你會死得很慘" (Nǐ huì sǐ dé hěn cǎn)

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭.

𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝.

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!"

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Back on Lian Yu, Oliver is being led by two masked men, covered head to toe in black, as he's handcuffed.

He was shoved into a tent by one of the men, and then pushed into a post. The impact caused him to groan in pain.

There was a man seated at a desk in front of him, "Please, sit."

"You're making me feel rude."

He was gasping and struggling as he made his way over. He grunted as he took a seat.

"I do apologize for my men's treatment of you."

He opened a can, and began pouring it into a glass. He observed as Oliver's eyes were trained on it,

"They're trained to view any stranger as hostile."

Oliver could sense the fake friendliness as he said, "I'm Edward Fyers by the way."

"And you are?"

He was distracted for a second before responding and fixing his gaze. "I'm Oliver Queen."

"I was shipwrecked here. I don't... know for how long."

"My family has money. They have lots of money... You would be, very well compensated for my rescue."

"Well... I look forward to that, but for the moment, let's just talk." he responded

"About what?" He asked confused

"Well, for instance.."

He turned around to grab something.

He flipped over a photo as he spoke up. "This gentleman."

"Do you know him?"

Oliver's eyes trained on the photo, and a look of realization came across them. It was Yao Fei in some sort of uniform.

He shook his head, "No." he replied

"No?" he asked

"No. Who's he?"

Fyer's expression changed, now it was mean as he leaned back.

"You're a poor liar."

"I've been polite. I'll offer you one more chance before my manners leave me."

Oliver was a little nervous when he spoke.

"Hey, hey. I don't know this guy. I thought I was on this island all by myself." He claimed

"Do you know what this island is named?" Fyers asked

He shook his head no.

"We're on Lian Yu. Mandarin for Purgatory..."

"And I can make it feel like hell." He stood up.

"I don't know why you're protecting him." He was angry

"You're young, foolish."

"Perhaps you don't know why either."

"Think on that when you're begging for death."

As he turned around and walked off, there was a look of distress present on Oliver's face.

Oliver turned around as he left the tent, hearing him say, "He's yours now."

In came a heavily armored man wearing a half black and half orange mask. The only things you could see were the eyes.

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Oliver was hung up by the wrists. The man in the half orange, half black stood behind Fyers as he spoke. "Where can I find the man in this picture."

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Fyers turned his head, and tilted it in Oliver's direction. The man in the mask moved side of his shirt, slicing his abdomen with a blade.

He screamed in pain.

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The masked man took a longer slice at the top of his chest, causing him to scream more.

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Oliver was hanging up by his wrists, there was a fresh gash on his chest. Fyers came closer to him.

"Amazing. You have resolve I didn't credit you for." He said

Oliver glared at him with the use of his eyes.

He looked over to the masked assassin, before speaking again, "Or perhaps, he truly doesn't know anything."

He turned to leave, "We should put him out of his misery."

Something came in through the door curtain, knocking Fyers to the ground.

It was a hooded man, Yao Fei. He shot an arrow precisely through his zip cuffs. Oliver rolled to the ground.

Yao Fei shot another arrow for the masked man's face, but he caught it right before it hit him, and snapped it.

He pulled out a sword and went for a strike against the Archer. He blocked the sword with his bow. They traded 3 quick blows, before the masked man got hit in the knee with the bow, stumbling.

Yao Fei used his body against the masked man, as he was grabbed. Using it to roll him over onto the ground.

He avoided a sword strike.

They began a strain of close quarters combat. Yao Fei used his hands and elbows to block against punches and jabs.

He used his bow again as a feign, grabbed the masked man by the arm, but he escaped the hold, flipping over.

He went in for another quick shot, but it was defended against.

Yao Fei used his own legs to grab the other man by his, and flip him over. He jumped back up and smacked him in the head with his bow. The masked man landed to the ground, then the man in the green hood rushed over to Oliver. He shoved him out of the curtain door and they escaped before as the man got back to his feet.

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Yao Fei helped Oliver into a dark cave area.

He was lain against a rock.

"I tell you, island dangerous, but you not tell them where to find me." Yao Fei said

"You stronger than I thought." he handed him the same bag he was holding before the flashback

"Take it, I hold them off. You stay."

Oliver looked weak.

"Remember, everything breathe."

He made his way to the exit and turned back to look at Oliver.

"You breathe, you survive here longer."

Oliver grunted as he tried to get up, "I'm coming with you."

A rock fell down and blocked the entrance.

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Episode 6: Legacies

Oliver is laying in front of a dimly lit fire. It's flickering as he lay barely awake. He ripped a page out of the small book he pulled off of his father's body.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the shoulder.

He gasped and quickly made it to his feet, scrambling to the other side of the cave.

"Dad?" He asked as he looked on in confusion

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Oliver was in the cave, in front of him was his father... His dead father.

He looked on in hurt and confusion, "You died."

In a stern, angered tone, Robert spoke up, "I asked you. I begged you to survive!"

"But, if you don't think you can," he pulled a gun from his back pocket, showing it to Oliver.

"There's still one bullet left."

Oliver reached for it.

Robert somewhat grabbed for it, "But Oliver.."

"My death is made meaningless by yours."

Robert let go of the gun. Oliver took it and held it at his side.

"I'm starving."

"I'm gonna die anyway, and I just want it to be quick." He said in somber desperation.

"I just want it to be quick, like yours was."

"You can survive this." Robert said

"No, I can't. I'm not as strong as you think I am."

He pointed the gun at his head

"And I'm sorry."

He fired the gun.

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There was the clicking of a gun, when it didn't go off... Oliver angrily threw it.

"Of course it doesn't work. I'm hallucinating." He was irritated

"Or.. I'm dreaming."

"But if you weren't.." Robert said

"You betrayed me Oliver."

"I died so you could live. And you threw that gift away."

"You made that sacrifice empty."

Oliver was tired, "I'm not you."

"I'm not."

"I'm not strong like you.."

"I never was."

"I told you, I'm not the man you think I am." Robert said as he turned around.

"The things.. I've done."

"What I was about to do.."

Oliver walked after him, "Dad...Dad?"

"What does that mean?"

"Please?"

"I don't know what that means." He said as Robert turned back around to face him.

"I told you." He pointed directly at his son.

"I begged you."

"Right my wrongs!" He raised his voice.

Oliver looked down,

"This is your responsibility now." Robert said

"How?" Oliver asked

"How do I do this?"

A smile of utter exhaustion crossed his face, "I can't even get off this island."

He walked to Oliver and placed his hands on his shoulders, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about me."

"But I hope...you know that I love you."

➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳

Oliver woke back up in the cave, next to his fire. He was panting as he came back to, and out of his dream.

He breathed heavy as he looked at the dying fire. Then he scooted himself closer to it.

He ripped a page out of his father's book, and as he was about to put it in the fire, he held it above for a few moments, and suddenly words appeared over the page.

He looked at it in shock, and opened the little book back up. He opened it and held it above the fire.

More words appeared. His list of names. Oliver read it, "My responsibility."

"I promise, dad."

"I promise." He said again with even more determination than the first.

#tw death #tw suicide #tw torture #tw starvation #tw stabbing #arrow rewrite #arrowverse rewrite #arrow #arrowverse #oliver queen #Yao fei #Edward Fyers #Robert queen #tw hallucinations

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Untitled (“Driving loneliness”)

Its calm, to the un-apple. Their heads I saw the heart of you and calumets, claymore and armor should ape those hill-side—and caught with these effects, to pleased by channels the sea-snakes upon sands a gloom, why mandolin. We did not

sweet enforcement of studies artful hour laughter: round, his part, though in my ioy, faire Daphnes crown to those, that sport is the sea-stocks blood the while their past kisses blow, set with lyrical beauty’s sovereign balm derive, that thick-leaved platans

of love, I know these hills whose godly labours doe only for such one dozen new men and earn our lives. First that’s for love me! Then if with such gloom; up the warm until the year’s first and damns me foresaw how frivolous a baby

man he lay;—his destinies by sweets that keeps vigil like a clouds in the dead. When all his revere: imaginary swoon, grave, myself to clear of deed, fortune Allah; unto his Hand—pray’d—his Arrow eyes can choose to oblivion

yield us farther night. Come, my joy, from heaven: so flatter of that if reveale. When they call forget his letchery being full nie, that bold indeed, fortune Allah; unto his false love in shade of love: from cause I have

me like delivers his faire Venus hath brooms, we did—was the perhaps when your Suppliants plainest Gothic light, sooner will not combat, but I an eagle to proue. Me, dear Love, be the same stray: and clear that good backe, and luminous

windowy net. A slight of that wretch! To hang in their time had climb’d on poisoned balloons. Therefore and decided to bite the trees. Was well—but tis my business, and dew upon it and Tamburins forgot how the fond eye. The belt. The birds

say? And in his faire when the ages, which the bang’d by elves, this loved among us, if here music’s cage, who take the east. Now that named. Speak with than that lies broke me with reason at dawn pushing his woe. Made someone hundred favorite aggies.

We only beauty of silks are nouells of my mind. When it could one undo his Generation to admonitions stay; you go—call now the way to mine hert’s forever. That Dervish-dances without objects that woman, so sweetly

single act of immolation is mellow; come afterimage of regret—no major tension made a fall a small happier, bed by his brows. Of humanity,— and feel not remember your old and send up holy Angels

to a mother’s peppered like tears suddenly a harmonies of you men have me thou pype began retreating my lay, instead, and wrung his ivied nook glow like curious Trophies free, and burn, I burn, I burn, arms with slaughter’s

tale? Come to time, something is her walls She hell it with accomplished bee: but little goodman on the cool and for her proof that seemed to form containing on your leg, an infinitely distance like tumble, Vulcans, on there is nearer

he’s a-getting in the mind, through the faint Olympians, I see them from dim rich of old fell down where though it: came the towers built house, whom the mind stinging sent out. Triumph, being ball, and then in my arms fully dress with his shield—

and grass, and pains; in the muscles of the eldest. Driving loneliness from your meant; my grief, and Virgins on the large trees, that his force oppose, a sea of sorrows longing, not give their eyes full of the patience with the thick with them last.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #172 texts #ballad

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ak4rin · 3 months ago

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"what's wrong? you're never up this late." // to curse user akari!

they say home is the first grave yet it doesn't hold a candle to the mausoleum built throughout the years with her own hands - everything in the penthouse she owns thanks to the help of her side activities reminds akari of how she never truly left the golden cage that her childhood home used to be, it just changed form a little the same way she did. underneath this aura of fanciness there's actually nothing. "uh?" suguru's voice brings pause to her thoughts, thin white lines on the coffee table put on hold for a moment. "wrong number," by a mile too, but whatever. "do you think they despise us?" she asks then, a pause and a loud snort before leaning back on the couch, phone in hand with call on speaker as she begins to aimlessly scroll on the first social that comes to sight.

"the people we know, i mean." it feels superfluous to mention it, but then again akari can tell there are layers to this question - it's always a specific person in mind ... at least for her. "how do you explain to a kid that even though what you're doing might not make sense now it will in the future?" geto's got kids, she figures getting an advice from him might be better than trauma dumping on whatever poor soul she was meant to call instead. "i don't want my little brother to hate me." not when everything she does is for his future. another pause, frustrated sigh leaving her lips. "on a less depressing note, my wanted photo on that dark net website looks so good, i need details on their photographers."

#answered.#vzmky #idk what this is here's some feels i guess 😭

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thraveenperera · 1 year ago

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Drake - Sticky - Honestly, Nevermind (2022)

Ayy

Homer hangin' on my neck

The bracelet matches the set

My brother named his ting Nadal

Let's stop all that back and forth over the net

My mama wish I woulda went corporate

She wish I woulda went exec'

I still turn to a CEO

So the lifestyle she respect

Ayy, two Sprinters to Quebec

Chérie, où est mon bec?

They only givin' n****s plus ones

So I never pull up to the Met

You know I gotta bring the set

You know I gotta bring the G-Block

You know I gotta bring the D-Block

'Cause you know how sticky it get, ayy

You know how sticky it get, ayy

She want me to play with that cat, ayy

She lovin' how I'm makin' her wet, ayy

You know how sticky it get, ayy

Ayo Eric, bring them girls to the stage

'Cause somebody's gettin' paid and

Free Big Slime out the cage and

Shawty try to play it cool but

Now she wish she woulda stayed 'cause

Every song that I made is

Ringin' like I got engaged, yeah

Love my guys, I wouldn't trade, ayy

From the cradle to the grave, ayy

Gordo got me on the wave, ayy

Ant got me on the wave, ayy

Couple hits, now you brave, what

You n****s better behave, what

All that pumpin' up your chest, what

All that talk about the best, what

You know how sticky it gets

Yeah

If I'm with two of 'em, then it's a threesome

If she alone, you know she a freak one

If it's a escort, it's a police one

King of the hill, you know it's a steep one

If we together, you know it's a brief one

Back in the ocean you go, it's a

It's a deep one

Forgave n****s in they feelings

Lucky for y'all, we don't do civilians

You say I changed, I say that I million

I did

The toughest act to follow's back on tour

Off-road Maybach, Pyrex trap

Virgil came back through the boy, damn

That's somethin' to me, n****s really had they back turned to me

I ain't talkin' my assistant

When I say n****s down to pack somethin' for me

Then they thought they had the trap set for me

How you really think that went for me?

N****s gotta do a fact check for me

When everything is put to rest

And everybody takes a breath

And everything gets addressed

It's you alone with your regrets

All that pumpin' up your chest

All that talk about the best

You know how sticky it gets

Like, we weren't supposed to come up with something this clean

You know it's, like, something happened

#drake #honestly nevermind #sticky

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dismantlingtheheart · 1 year ago

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We used to be.

Criss crossed

Paths.

Winding together.

Maybe you were bored.

My intrigue a cage for intimacy.

We used to be

A shoulder.

An ear.

An awkward possibility.

Friendships,

And love ships.

Sometimes,

They beach.

Or start remembering home

In thier bones.

Set sail with sunsets,

Unannounced.

Leaving me with my feet

Dug deep in the sand.

A slow wave, goodbye.

But im pretty sure you were looking ahead.

Not behind.

Ghost waves,

Are lonely, owls.

We carry them.

Belonging, moored

To the slow distance.

Time is a slippery fish

And we are fishermen,

Without nets

But plenty of bate.

I can remember a thousand

Intimate moments.

Wondering who will leave

Letters of love

At my grave.

Who are my dirt soiled knees,

My salty cheeks, my grieving sun beams, my timeless regrets?

I hold close those that scamper off the beaten track to my door

With nothing more than time spent

In each others company.

dOgMoOn

#love ships #friend ships #poetry #poem

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ofourmaker · 2 years ago

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Herons flocked as was not their wont, the vultures of the great serpent's carcass. Wheeling circles of tortoise-scaled belly ridged with woodish sails, the mesh of bars and nets that cored the cage brought dew to the harsh lines, whither the flock was gathered. An errant ripple peeled from the face of the hanging, and left a patch dry and dripping in the face of the wind, the cold wind from the cup.

Drained to the brim, the circling body or plurality, grave forms erect within the measured beat and cycle of tension and key. Grave forms fall in sweat from the swarty twisted twining, crushed by the cold wind in the binding of the circles. The sail ridge flaps calmly, and says nothing at all.

2023/03/08 #DailyWrittenOOM

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cheesecakeyuri · 9 months ago

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The reports are out by now so here is the monologue/poem: