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Second Attempt at Writing
Hey guys! I’m back! I’m sorry this took so long, I work retail and this weekend was hell, and my depression has been seriously kicking my ass. So this... this isn’t my best work. I tried really hard to hit all the notes I wanted to, but we’ll just have to see. So enjoy, if you can, my continuation of part one.
By the way, @winedark-whump This is mostly because of you. Enjoy!
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“A thief like you must be very brave.” Endeavor purred, the knife poised right over Michael’s heart. “You know the consequences of your actions.”
“Fortune favors the brave.” Michael stuttered out, desperately trying to fake a confidence he didn’t have the strength for.
“Oh love, stop it.” Endeavor sighed, as if dealing with an unruly child. “We both know that you would truly do anything to make sure I don’t ruin this lovely piece of art. I certainly hope I don’t have to; it’s a very touching piece.”
Endeavor ran his thumb over the heartbeat lines, then tracing over the words Michael had been able to piece together from different letters and scraps. Feeling Endeavor’s finger trace over Sam’s handwriting “I will always love you” broke what defiance he had left.
“Please. Please don’t.” Michael hated how pathetic he sounded but he knew Endeavor would rip through the last piece he had of his love. After everything, he couldn’t lose anything else. “I’ll do anything.”
“So you will tell me where the diamonds are?” Endeavor asked.
“I’ll return them. All of them. You can count, I’ll give every one of them back.”
Endeavor pouted. “Oh I’m afraid that’s not enough, my love. I can’t trust you not to run away the first chance you get. Or to lead us straight into an ambush.”
Endeavor lowered the knife to right underneath the edges of the ring, then dragged it across his chest. Nausea rolled in Michael’s stomach, as fresh blood dripped down his chest. In the back of his mind, a tiny flame ignited.
“I take it the ring was meant to be his, am I correct?” Endeavor smiled, though it seemed more a grimace. “Obviously, the handwriting is his, I’m assuming the peaks and lows are his heartbeat or perhaps yours when you said his name, all enshrined in a wedding ring. Very touching. Did you design it yourself?”
Michael could only nod, his voice having left him.
“Lovely. Oh how I wish that love could’ve been directed towards all humanity instead of one person.” Endeavor placed a gentle kiss over the last words Sam ever said to him.
With an explosive burst, his previous defiance came back full force. That tattoo was not meant for anyone else, it was meant for him. He wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him like that again. He had lost too much already. He couldn’t lose his self-respect. Sam would never have forgiven him.
“Don’t touch me!” Michael threw all of his body weight against Endeavor, finally finding his voice again. The hero stumbled back in shock, as if unable to comprehend that Michael wouldn’t submit. “Don’t you dare touch me, you deluded power-grubbing asshole. You are not my love, you are not my light, you are not the reason I go on living! The cops may allow you to try and coerce me into confessing but you will not touch me anymore! I’m not some porcelain doll for you to fantasize over!”
Somehow, in his long career of stealing from practically everyone and causing untold mayhem and panic, Michael had never been outright stabbed. Sure, he’d been shot at, burned, and had his left arm blown off, but never outright stabbed.
Michael didn’t even know he’d been stabbed until he saw the knife in his stomach. At first, he’d thought Endeavor had taken his advice and changed his lineup of torture with a strong electrostatic charge. But when he’d looked down, he found a three inch knife sticking out of his stomach.
“You would kill me,” Michael coughed, feeling heat build in his stomach as if he was walking the very face of the sun, “over some lousy diamonds?”
“Kill you? Never, love, never.” Endeavor pulled the knife out swiftly, a guttural scream following out of Michael’s mouth. “Do you know why I got into this business? My gift is helping people, just as yours is destroying everything you touch.”
Endeavor put his hand over the stab wound and glowed purple. Michael started to feel the nerves and muscles trying to knit themselves back together.
“You see,” Endeavor spoke as if Michael wasn’t screaming bloody murder under his touch, “my gift is not meant for hospitals. I don’t have the gift of anesthesia like many other healers do. I can stitch people back together after they’ve been hurt but unfortunately they feel every moment of it. That’s why I got into the hero business. I could get information that no one else can without actually endangering lives.”
Michael forced himself not to throw up, not to show that much weakness. He wouldn’t give Endeavor the satisfaction.
“Oh my darling, I know it hurts.” Endeavor gently ran his bloody hand down Michael’s face. “Tell you what, you promise to be good and I won’t ruin that heartfelt reminder of the only creature who would ever love you.”
Michael took what little strength he had and glared at Endeavor.
“I think I’ll take that as a no.” Endeavor sighed. “Such a pity. It really is beautiful, darling.”
Endeavor pulled his hand back, knife poised to tear Michael’s chest to shreds.
A familiar whooshing sound filled Michael’s ears. Then a scream. It took Michael a moment to realize the scream didn’t come from him. Endeavor dropped the knife, but held another blade. No, a blade had been thrown into his hand. A very particular blade. Familiar, even.
“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”
How it feels to be stabbed
Getting stabbed is an experience that no one in their right mind would want to have. But, what if you do get stabbed? What would that feel like?
It usually feels like you’re being punched.
The description of being punched really hard comes up a lot when people describe the experience. One woman said she didn’t even realize she was being stabbed, she just thought her attacker was punching her as hard as he could. Many people don’t feel the actual puncturing, just the force of the knife hitting them.
You might feel nothing at all.
This wasn’t as common as the feeling of being hit, but some people said they literally felt nothing. One person said they felt nothing, but their brain started racing and their fight or flight kicked in. Another didn’t realize someone stabbed them until they saw that they were bleeding profusely.
Occasionally, it feels like you got shocked.
A few stab wound survivors described it as a very quick, but powerful, electric shock. One person described it as static electricity, while another said it was like lightening hitting them. The pain of the initial shock goes away as quickly as it occurred.
Eventually, over time, it’s probably going to hurt.
Of course the location of the stab wound effects how much it would hurt. Getting stabbed in the arm isn’t going to hurt as badly as a stab that punctured a lung. But after a while, you will most likely feel some pain. If the person wiggles the knife while it’s still in you, the pain may be more intense.
I JUST BARELY FINISHED THIS, DAY TWO WOOHOO
Dungeons and Dragons half-orcs have such great whump potential 🖤🖤🖤
A half-orc Whumpee stands his ground against Whumper. He takes the blows for the rest of the team because he knows that he can take it. He hopes he can take it. All he has to do is draw attention away from the other members of the team. Help will be there soon. It has to be.
Whumpee gets beaten down, blow after blow, until he is on his knees. He feels the gravel sharp in his knees, and blood pounding in his ears. Whumpee prays to whichever gods will listen, asking for the strength to keep going.
Whumper looks down at Whumpee and laughs. It's a surprisingly light laugh, but the cruelty in it is clear. Whumper suddenly stops, and there is a deathly silence. Whumpee barely has time to process the now almost bored look on Whumper's face, when they feel a sharp pain in their side.
Blood pours out of Whumpee. Dark, sticky and far too much of it. When Whumper gently pulls out the dagger, the blood and pain only gets worse. After a few seconds in a daze, Whumpee blinks, pleasantly surprised by the fact he was still conscious, let alone alive. Glancing around at the expressions of his teammates, he can see a confusing mix of horror and relief.
Whumpee really should be dead, but he isn't. He is barely holding it together, but he is alive. And that's a very good thing.
Whumpee gathers the last of his strength and stands up. With fire in his eyes and blood on his face, he stares unflinchingly at Whumper.
"Is that all you have got?"
For the first time, Whumper almost looks a little scared of Whumpee, and the power he must have to survive a wound like that.
Whumpee stands tall, and the throbbing sound of his headache becomes more regular, like the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. It sounds like hope.
This doesn't look like a fair fight
John Murphy, The 100 6x01
for @whumpers-monthly #2 Stabbed
soooooo beeen a bitttt but hey have goretober art! :D
this is the list im using so heed this as your warnings lmao
NOW ONTO THE ART!!! I am a few days behind but ykkkk
Follow up to the previous post cuz Pikmin deserves an extra section uwu
Anakin Skywalker's death: Death blow by the sword
Nooo!!!
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When Rex warned him, Anakin intended not to listen. Well, that wasn't part of their plan to eliminate who is involved in attacking the homeland.