#Tw. mentions of stabbing

[daiwild]

changing room mishap

Kons a lil confused but he will ALWAYS get pissed at bad guys hurting his friends

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Tim, leaning against the doorway: hey.

Damian, glancing up: hello, Drake

Damian: *goes back to what he was doing*

Tim:

Damian:

Tim:

Damian:

Tim:

Damian:

Tim: you’re seriously not gonna ask about the knife sticking out of my gut?

Damian: oh I was wondering why you haven’t taken care of that yet. I just thought we were hanging out in silence.

[bluepr1ntyy]

Brainrot and a lot of yapping here and in tags

Second Reaper drawing has Raven angst context that I yapped about with @yeloenk, @lushciqqs and @clownray1 lol

Trying to figure out uhh how I characterize Reaper, Bluebird, Stellar and Copper? I guess??? And More shipkids :3

Raven redesignnnn/headcanons too,, for fun

Raven by @echoiarts

BluePrint by @pepper-mint

Reaper by renrink, Stellar by julliahantzee-blog, Bluebird by drawingerror, Copper by lunalight123, the rest by me :3

@doodlesphxre

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was being chased by a man, and he stabbed me in the eye. I looked up at him with the remaining eye and just said, “Well, this is inconvenient,” and then I woke up 5 hours before I needed to. Inconvenient indeed.

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

here to spread awareness about a tragedy that has occurred today. my heart goes out to all of the victims and the victims' families.

link to post

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Ruinius Caesar is just perfect 😂👍.

I raide you

Solarius Caesar

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

The Choice to Be Good

Wanrings: concussion, drugged, Villain whumpee, stab wound, broken ribs, homeless mention

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The villain stumbled through the alleyway, away from their fight against the hero. He used his hands to feel his way around due to the blood in his eyes that obscured his vision. He was extremely dizzy and nauseous, and was struggling to stay upright. But he had to. He had to stay upright. He had to make it back to his team.

He was only about a mile away from his team’s territory. The city was divided in half in terms of who ruled what. The heroes ruled the industrial and residential area – the money – and the villains lived in the dusty outskirts of the town. Homeless and starving, trying to survive every day by stealing and growing was scarce food they could.

Villain was caught stealing from a bank by the city’s most respected superhero, and, obviously, was beaten up as a result. He definitely had some sort of concussion, some broken ribs, and a stab wound right in his thigh. He could feel the blood dripping down his leg.

Villain’s vision wavered for a moment, and he felt himself falling forward, blackness closing in around him. Before he could catch himself, he slammed into the ground, momentarily blacking out. When he came to, only about a minute later, he couldn’t push himself up.

“No,” he whispered, fear closing in around him. I just passed out, he thought. He was weakening, and fast. He wasn’t yet in a safe place, and this area was regularly patrolled by heroes. If he got caught…

He would get caught. He couldn’t move. He could barely stay awake. He moaned as dizziness and pain washed over him, as black and gray danced in front of his eyes.

“There you are.” A voice sounded. “Thought you could stay away from me?”

Villain forced his eyes open. Hovering over him was none other than Superhero.

“Please Superhero,” Villain begged. “I had no… no choice.” Villain could feel his consciousness giving out on him as more and more blood drained out of his leg. He felt cold, yet hot and uncomfortable at the same time.

“Oh, but you did. Everyone has the choice to be good.”

Not always. Villain wanted to say, but he couldn’t. He was rapidly fading.

“Can’t say anything? Damn, maybe I don’t need to use this.” The superhero flicked a syringe out of his pocket. The villain felt fear grip his heart. No no no no no! He couldn’t afford to be sedated and left completely vulnerable to the superhero. Yet, he didn’t exactly have the strength to control it either.

“But then again, what’s the harm?” The superhero shrugged and uncapped the needle. He placed it against the villain’s neck.

“See you in a few hours Villain,” the superhero murmured and pressed the needle.

The villain felt his muscles tighten in fear, but they gradually relaxed as the drug took hold. He struggled to keep his eyes open. After a few seconds, his eyes involuntarily closed and he was left to float in oblivion

[incorrect-legendborn-quotes]

William: Bree’s injured.

Bree: I’m not injured, I’m just lightly stabbed.

Sel: I’m sorry, YOU WERE STABBED?!

Bree: LIGHTLY stabbed!

[spark-river]

Solomon's death

scenario?:

Solomon is dying. He got attacked by some weapon canceling his immortality and now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere, alone and without any help. Left for dead in his final moments to feel the pain his immortality spared him from. Desperately wishing to see them again.

Barbatos is just ready to serve tea to the young master. Precariously he's balancing a cup and kettle on the tablet, making it look almost easy with his elegance. That is until a sharp pain cuts through him. Solomon? But he's immortal, how? The kettle shatters as his instincts drive him to run. Even ignoring the prince's calls as he goes as fast as his legs can carry him.

It doesn't take long for him to arrive. Regardless, it's almost too late. Solomon's breathing is labored and shallow, his eyes unfocused towards the sky. Skidding to a stop Barbatos kneels next to him.

“Solomon?”, his voice is chocked. The sorcerer can't move his head but his eyes fall on Barbatos as tears gather.

He wants to respond but can't find the energy to, simply looking at his oldest friend. The person who raised him when his human life was nothing but hurt.

Meanwhile Barbatos was regretting. Regretting his attitude. Regretting how little time he spend with him. Regretting being too late. Solomon's fate was already sealed. He wished his most recent memories of the sorcerer weren't filled with annoyance and hostility. He wished his last memory was a good one, something to look back on and smile. Instead he had disregarded him this whole program and even after he only had negatives to give.

His son was dying and he didn't even know the last time he told him he loved him. Doesn't even know if he ever did. Did Solomon even realize how much he meant to him? How proud he was of who he became? Barbatos could only hope the other realized all the unspoken things. There simply wasn't enough time.

“Don't leave me.”, he sobbed into the open air as he gathered his child into his arms. “Please stay, my son.”

The word he would never have dared to utter before were now displayed between them two. Despite all the years they shared and how much they've grown, this was it.

Solomon's lips twitched in the attempt of a smile as his eyes seemed to dim. It wasn't long before Barbatos watched the light leave them as the irregular rise and fall of his chest ceased.

His son was dead.

He screamed.

[someonehasgiventheratsapen]

Goretober day 14: impaled

This character is actually from the book I'm writing---hes called the Red King. This is him back before he became a demon :> He was killed before he could take the throne bcuz of a prophecy

[buubonita]

I'm still stuck on that silly idea where Nightmare lets Killer use his knife on him, I'm writing about it, slowly but there it goes.

Now I think Nightmare implements a reward and punishment system with his boys. Do things right and you get a treat, make a mistake and you learn to improve your performance. Simple but effective.

Dust probably messes up a lot and on purpose, he's very difficult, but he eventually learns that keeping Nightmare in a good mood (even if that's still a promise of cruelty sometimes) is better than making him angry.

Horror is a middle ground, but it's not hard to bend him in the right direction.

Killer has favoritism on top, but you'll see if that's a good thing when it comes to Nightmare.

If giving Killer false illusions of control helps him stay in line, then Nightmare allows it.

So you have him doing some sort of cathartic knifeplay with him until Killer learns full well that this was an orchestrated lie and the enthusiasm runs out like an open wound. They have eventually to find something new to dig on as usual.

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

'kay so i just started one piece and so far the vibes i'm getting are that Sanji is a feminist in a “chivalrous, women should be treated with extra respect” kind of way. Zoro is a feminist in the “everyone is equal” “I don’t care that you’re a girl i will stab you” kind of way.

[serickswrites]

Crime

Warnings: betrayal, stabbing, blood, wounds, trust issues, fade to black, guns, mention of murder, knife

Whumpee walked into the warehouse Friend had asked to meet them at. They weren't sure why Friend wanted to meet them there or what Friend had to show them, but they were more than willing to meet them. That's what friends do after all.

They froze as they walked through the door. This was wrong. This was all wrong. They opened their mouth to call out, ready to run, but a blinding, sharp pain in their back stopped them. The pain radiated through their body.

Whumpee's trembling legs began to give out, but strong arms wrapped around them keeping them from falling. "Isn't this amazing," Friend Whumper breathed into their ear.

Whumpee's head was swimming. The warehouse was filled with various stolen goods, guns, and other instruments of crime. What had Friend done? "H-H-Horrifffffyinnnnnnggg," Whumpee managed to stammer out.

"Ah-Ah, none of that, Whumpee," Whumper said, tightening their grip on Whumpee. "I want you to understand exactly why I brought you here."

Whumpee opened their mouth to protest, but Whumper twisted the knife in their side. Whumpee screamed their pain, their world whiting out.

"The police are on their way. They'll be here any minute."

"C-C-Catchhhh........yyyyou-ou-ou-ou," Whumpee gasped. They could feel their blood flowing down their back. The police had to arrive in time to save them. They just had to.

"That's where you come in my friend. The warehouse is in your name. Everything here is in your name. You stole all these things. You used these guns to kill all those people. You, Whumpee. Not me."

Whumpee didn't have the energy to be horrified. Didn't have the energy to scream their anger and horror. They barely had the energy to keep their eyes open.

"And the best part is," Whumper said excitedly, "I'll get the credit for catching you. For stopping you. Isn't that a wonderful thing?"

"NNNNNN," Whumpee managed to whisper. Their head was swimming and everything was becoming hazier and hazier.

"Don't worry, Whumpee. I'll be sure to visit you in jail. I'm sure they're going to be finding evidence of your crimes for years to come."

Whumpee heard the sound of approaching sirens. Heard the sound and hoped the police would see Whumper for what they were. Hoped that they would be saved. They hoped all of these things, but realized it didn't matter. Their tenuous grip on consciousness wasn't enough to keep them awake. As they slipped into oblivion, they hoped that someone would see Whumper for the monster that they were. And that they wouldn't pay for Whumper's crimes.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was at a party with my middle school bullies and unbeknownst to me they conspired to kill me at said party and stabbed me to death, Julius Caesar-style.

[outofcontextdiscord]

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Eclipse: You remind me of a wall outlet.

Solar: What? Why?

Eclipse: I want to stab a fork into you.