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whumperofworlds · 5 months
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Absolutely love it when a Whumper takes a Whumpee hostage via grabbing them and holding a gun/sword to their head/neck. The team/Caretaker. Stopping dead in their tracks. Maybe the Whumper told them to drop their weapons or else Whumpee gets it. And the team/Caretaker having no choice but to drop their weapons and do what Whumper said. Or or they told them to give the Macguffin to them. And the team/Caretaker having to give it to them.
What could you even do in a hostage situation like that? It's so good! 👀
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cheezyratz · 9 months
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Peter B: what are you doing?
Miguel, who couldn’t find a sharpener: …using a knife to sharpen my pencil
Peter b: ok, just making sure
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captainwaffles · 1 year
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Thor: hey man, can I borrow your knife
Loki: sure whatcha cutting
Thor: why do you need to know?
Loki: becuase that’ll determine which knife I give you
Thor: which knife!!! How many knives do you have?
Loki: whatcha cutting?
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Narnia Incorrect Quotes 752/?
Edmund: There's no reason to be afraid of me, I don't bite
Eustace, looking at the knife in Edmund's hand: But you do stab?
Edmund: I don't bite :)
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I was SO inspired by this post, I've been thinking about it literally all day. Elana belongs to @that-one-thespian!!
TWs: burning mention, knife mention, torture, kidnapping, self-sacrifice, recapture (sorta??)
Mariano hummed to himself as he shifted gears, feeling the rumble of his car's tires against the dirt road. His phone felt like it weighed an impossible amount in his pocket, just waiting for him to pull into the driveway to break the news to the team about what was happening. Elana wasn't going to be happy with him, but this was necessary.
Marito, come to the attached address. I want to talk. It's been too long. Luis
Mariano knew what was waiting for him 3.7 miles away. Luis had never been one for tricks, not really, but Mariano knew what a talk meant when he wasn't your ally. A blowtorch, and a table, and a knife were waiting. Not ropes. Not restraints. He didn't need those anymore.
It wouldn't be pleasant, but it would get Elana back alive and in one piece.
She would be okay. She would even be able to drive if needed. It was the best case scenario--especially since if the rest of the team got involved, more people would get hurt. Luis knew their phobias. He'd been merciful so far; Elana hadn't been tied beyond what was necessary to keep her in the old, rickety trailer. There were no cages yet, no blindfolds or muzzles or freezers or water basins.
Mariano would make sure it stayed that way.
He turned down the dirt road, the landscape growing ever more rural by the minute. No one would be around to help. That was for the best. When he finally screamed, he wouldn't have to worry about getting the police called.
Mariano eased his car into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the weight of his sedan, and put it into park. He pulled out his phone. He called Archer.
It went to voicemail.
"Hi, Archer." Mariano's voice was soft and sweet as he started talking. "You're not going to be happy with me, and I'm sorry. Luis caught Elana, and he wanted to make a deal. He just wants me for an hour or two in exchange for only roughing her up. I'm sending you the address, it'll take you guys about an hour and a half to get here, but there's a shortcut on exit 35 northbound if you're worried. I love you, and I promise I'll see you in a little bit."
The sound of the call ending felt like signing his own death certificate.
He was being dramatic. This wasn't anything that would kill him, though, Mariano knew that. Luis was a man of his word. Mariano had done this before, every time he walked into the training room. Luis just wanted to torture him.
There would be a blowtorch, a table, and a knife. Mariano could do this. He stepped out of his car and pocketed his phone again. He didn't bother locking his car as he walked up the wobbly steps to the front door and knocked.
Luis greeted him with a smile. Behind him in an armchair sat Elana, cuffed and bound and bruised, the fury in her expression melting into horror and understanding. "Ah, Marito!" Luis drew him into a hug that Mariano returned. He smelled like lighter fluid and pain, just how Mariano remembered. "So good of you to join us. Elana said you wouldn't make it, but I thought I still knew you."
Mariano laughed, easy as he stepped inside. "Yes, yes, you know me, Luis." He sent an apologetic smile towards Elana.
"Now," Luis said, easing the front door shut again and flipping the deadbolt. Elana started to struggle harder, muffled shouts ringing through the air. "Mariano, tell me: do you prefer your arms or your legs?"
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thefandomenchantress · 5 months
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Okay, so I’ve had a thought. When Teruko and Ace talk near the elevator in chapter 1, Ace lists off various fears he has. And some of them are normal, like spiders. Or sharp things in general (That one I could make an angsty theory about, but carrying a knife across the kitchen gives me a strangely high amount of anxiety so honestly I kind of understand). But the third one sorta mystified me.
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Now, this line could simply be for comedic effect, since it’s so strangely specific compared to spiders and sharp things. And it is kinda relatable, I constantly worry about getting run over when crossing the street.
But I had an idea. My idea has no evidence and is basically a shot in the dark, but I wanted to share it.
Ace used to have a friend named Taylor. They aren’t friends anymore, and most people theorize he and Ace had a falling out, or Taylor died.
I bet you can see where I’m going with this. What if that was what happened to Taylor? A hit-and-run of sorts. That would explain why it’s one of the first fears Ace thinks of, since I’m sure something like that would scar you forever.
But again. I have no evidence, it’s just a random thought I had and wanted to share.
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Incredibly stupid yet hilarious moment from a dream I had recently:
Can’t remember the exact circumstances but Gideon got stabbed with a rusty knife. Harrow was absolutely horrified, using necromancy to remove it from her side and going on about how dangerous that is and how they “have no idea where it’s been”
To which Gideon just replied “you don’t know where I’ve been, either. If anything, I need to apologize to the knife.”
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Robot-mad-scientist themed collection: Brainstorm and Perceptor! I love all three of these works, and I'm really happy with how the cover turned out!
Hazard Light by EatYourSparkOut In Which Brainstorm and Perceptor Take A Nap by fascinationex heart's still beating, guess I'm pretty lucky by Sroloc_Elbisivni
Had a few different ideas about the cover design, but ended up going with a more abstract pattern in each of their main colors. The stripes are made of cardstock, glued down with PVA glue. This was my first time attempting patterns like this for a book cover, and it went remarkably smoothly, other than one accidental cut on my hand with an exacto knife (got a bandaid on and it was fine)(that's what I get for working with exacto knives at 1am)
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just-antithings · 8 months
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I have a fanfic blog where I write gun play, knife play, blood play, primal play, financial abuse, dubious consent, stepcest, actual incest, and so many terato/exo stuff and I said this in my very pinned post complete with masterlist that lists all those potential tropes and triggers.
So, how the fuck do I still get some “proshitter DNI” bio followers in that damn blog??? Make it make sense!
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Anti: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.
Illinois: I think you mean cards.
Chase: He did not.
Anti, pulling out knives: I did not.
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whumperofworlds · 10 months
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fated-normal-767 · 1 month
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I have accidentally dropped a knife somewhere on my bed and I can’t find it.
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