#bludgeoning

[anakichiarts]

Day 6 baybeee

Miel has gotten a little bit of fire in him now that I have been torturing him for almost a week it seems.

[twink-between-worlds]

over and over

lord forgive me, hi yall ready to hate me?

Relationships: The chain being a family sorta

cw (important): This fic has a whole lotta death!! Including descriptions of Legend being said-killed. there is also suffocation. please dont read if that's upsetting for you temporary character death, major character death

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Legend remembers his first death. He had been in the palace of the four sword, and the crimson shade had struck him down where he stood. Legend had been unprepared. Legend had been foolish. He was too confident, too full of himself. And the next time he went in, he won the fight. His second death was less of a loss in battle, and more of a slip-up. He had been in the colour dungeon, and had stepped on a red tile. He fell. He fell into the abyss below, and he isn’t sure how long he fell. He fell to his death—no, his second death. He can’t remember all of them. He can remember the ones that made pure, unfiltered fear run through him. His third was violent. His third had been in the castle of his kingdom. He was bludgeoned with a spiked ball and chain. All he saw for the split seconds before? Red. The red of the castle’s carpet, the golden blood the hero possessed mixing into the carpet and blurring with the golden embroidery. His fourth, he had been suffocated. His fifth, he had fallen off a cliff. And his memories end there. He knows he’s died at least 100 times in total. He stopped documenting them. …he has them all written down in a notebook, one he carries at all times, but he hasn’t looked at it in a while. He doesn’t want to. He hasn’t died around the chain. Not yet. It’s inevitable, of course. He can come back from death—but he cannot avoid it. Laying on his bedroll, Legend thought about looking at his death records. Just a quick look.. So, he did. He sat there for what felt like hours, reading his list of deaths. A shadow in a crimson tunic stuck it’s sword in his chest, and three other shadows—in blue, green, and purple tunics—had given Legend a disapproving look as he bled out. The red, green and yellow tiles of the room had looked like nothing, just a design choice, before he stepped on the red one and fell down into the pit. That knight had once obeyed him, he had once considered him a friend, and yet he used his weapon—a weapon Legend had chosen for him—to repeatedly shove Legend into the ground, blood splattering and bones cracking. Ravio’s bracelet was a blessing, but it had dangerous effects. Legend got stuck in that damned wall by that damned bracelet, and he ran out of oxygen quickly. Nobody saw his struggle, and he couldn’t leave the wall. He died on that wall, stuck as a shitty chalk drawing. Working with himself was a challenge, even worse when you have to stack onto each other to make it through. Balance was lost, and all three parts of Legend had plummeted to their demise. First death as a trio, fifth death altogether. Of course, there are more insignificant deaths among the groups. In the same adventure as the colour dungeon, Legend had made himself a human shield to protect Marin from a boarblin’s spear. It went straight through him, like a knife through butter. She had screamed—hylia, did she scream. It was loud enough to even startle the boarblin—and, with all her strength, carried his half-dead-half-alive body back to mabe village. He had died in her arms. …that one was nice, because he wasn’t alone. Still, he never got to apologise to her for letting her see that. He died helping Fable escape the first time, too. Sewer rats—deadly little things—gnawed at him until his body gave out, and then they gnawed some more. There’s a reason Legend doesn’t discuss the missing portion of his ear. He died from frostbite the first time he was in Holodrom, and had used the rod of seasons to make it winter. How careless. He’s drowned multiple times, he stopped documenting them separately. He’s had his skull broken in half, he’s had his lungs punctured by broken ribs, he’s had blood pouring out of every possible place of his body, he’s been blown to bits— Legend yawned, resting his eyes for a second, the book laying open in his lap. Thinking about his deaths has exhausted him.. “Why do you keep bringing me back?”He had asked. Nobody had answered him. When Legend’s eyes opened again, it was morning. It was morning, and a quick glance around made him stop. Wind is holding his death record. … Wind is holding

his death record. And the chain are watching the sailor speak, eyes widened in fear and curiosity. Legend quietly got up, walking over to the group. “Why do you have that?”Legend questioned, and they jumped, turning to look at the veteran. “Why didn’t you tell us you’ve died?”Four retaliated, concern filling his red eyes. “It…It wasn’t important.” “Yes it was—it is!”Wind cried, a look of distress on his face. “You’ve died—” “And came back every time.”Legend cut the sailor off bluntly. “It’s not something that needs to be shared…and none of them are that bad—” “Death 36.”Four began reading. “Cause; another bludgeoning. This time I saw my own blood staining my clothes, face and skin. Felt it matting my hair together. Kinda gross, really. My skull was split in two, Zel says, she thought I was gone for good. It was done by another guard—why do so many of our guards have spiked ball-and-chains, anyways?”He ended, looking at Legend. “Yeah. ‘Not that bad’ my ass.” Legend let out a defeated noise. …some of them are awful. “I didn’t intend for any of you to find out.” “Why not?” “I didn’t want to worry anyone—” “And what if it happened around us?”Hyrule cut in, voice louder than normal. “What if—what if we thought you were gone and had to leave you?” “That…was never going to happen.” “How are you so sure?” Legend went quiet for a few minutes, before sighing. “The reason I always discourage you and Wild from dragging us off trail is because I don’t want to end up dead. None of you need to see that. None of you should have to see that.” There was a long silence. It was almost unbearable, until Four spoke again. “What’s it like after death?” “Dark.”Legend stated almost as soon as Four finished his question. “It’s so dark.” He isn’t sure when, but Sky and Warriors had guided him to sit with them on the grass. “There’s nothing there. Not for me, anyways. I think it’s different for everyone. I hope it is.”Legend sighed, fiddling with his rings. “I won’t lie—it’s terrifying.” “...if…if you don’t mind—when was your first? How old?”Wild looked right at Legend, eyes filled with concern. “Nine. I was nine. It was my fault—I was too confident in myself.” “What did you mean by four shadows in red, blue, green and purple..?”Four suddenly asked, eyes burning red and mixed with concern and..fear? “Um. On my first adventure, there was a place called the Palace of the Four Sword. I had to fight four identical shadows—all colour coded. I took out the blue and green one’s first—they weren’t as quick as me, even though they were smaller—and thought I’d take the red one out before even looking at the purple one. Didn’t take a genius to figure out purple had magic. But the red one caught me off guard.”Legend trailed off, giving Four a confused look. Four looks ready to start bawling. Without another word, Four tackled Legend into a hug. It very quickly progressed into a group hug, Legend stuck in the middle with Wind, Hyrule and Four latched onto him. Legend sighed, relaxing slightly. “Why do you keep bringing me back?”He repeated desperately. … Still, nobody answered.

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[wattzgoingdark]

Whumper who takes advantage of a Whumpee with a magical ability. Whumpee’s body can heal overtime. Small parts of Whumpee’s body can grow back over a period of a few weeks, but it’s absolutely not a painless process. Whumper’s favorite monthly activity is smashing Whumpee’s nerve-dense fingers and toes to a bloody pulp with a baseball bat. The feeling of the metal bat bludgeoning their bones into a paste almost always makes Whumpee black out. A splash with freezing cold water and they’re wide awake again, ready to be tormented. After a few sessions of this, Whumpee begins breaking their own toes and fingers off when they’re in the early stages of growing back. It hurts less than the bat, and it doesn’t give Whumper the satisfaction of watching Whumpee break.

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[crippledgiraff]

Orctober! Day 17! Smashin’! Here’s some proppa tools for smashin’ your foes heads in. Every bludgeoning weapon in the DnD 5e Player’s Handbook.

[mando-and-hallwaypatrol]

Murder Swap AU

Where everything is the same, except chapters 2 and 3 are swapped. meaning the money motive came before the secret motive, thus Ishimaru was murdered first.

Instead of the note saying Yameda found a secret exit, it said "Come me me in the Science Lab, I've got something to tell you -Mondo" in an attempt to lure the hall monitor in, and frame the biker.

Ishimaru would quickly go over there and the series of events happens impeccably well. With him being bludgeoned and Yameda faking his death.

Mondo would be the last one to find the body (Looking for his Kiyodai is more important than some body announcement, dammit), leaving everyone to try to calm him down before reaching the scene.

Once there, and after getting over the first shock of seeing his bro dead on the floor, he splinters. He would just sit by Taka emotionless, while looking at him with a pale face and wide eyes silently.

Naegi would somehow be able to convince Oowada to leave the body to go and try to find the murderer, which would work.

The body goes missing once they return. This was the last straw for him, he would start yelling and swearing, shouting things like, "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU LIKE YOU DID TO HIM!"

It would get so bad that they would have to leave him in a locked room (He is the number one suspect, after all, he could be faking due to the note they found in Ishimaru's hand) until their investigation was finished.

Time would run out, and Mondo would have calmed down considerably. Left as an emotionless shell, longing for his missing half.

The trial would continue as normal beside the few snide remarks to the unknown blackened. The note would be brought up, but quickly debunked for the original writer had far better handwriting than the biker.

Once Celestia was revealed as the grand mastermind behind the killing, Mondo would have grit his teeth and clutched his fist. He wouldn't allow himself of punch, nor do any harm to her since it would go against his brother's philosophy.

After her execution, Mondo would mentally and physically distance himself, snapping at those who came too close.

Chihiro had, sadly, been one of the ones to come too close. Leading to their death.

He became an hypocrite, saying he despised murderers, but became one himself. He didn't even bother to defend himself in the class trial. Every second passing was another closer to seeing his bro.

It would be worth it.

[grimoireofdunamancy]

Sticky Silk

Cantrip (conjuration)

Casting Time: 1 action Range: 15 ft Components: V, S, M (a bit of spiderweb) Duration: Instantaneous Class(es): Sorcerer, Wizard

You throw a wad of sticky silk. Make a ranged spell attack against a creature you can see within range. On a hit, the target takes 1d6 bludgeoning damage and is muted until the start of your next turn. 

(A muted creature can’t speak and is unable to speak the verbal component of spells.)

At Higher Levels. This spell’s damage increases by 1d6 when you reach 5th level (2d6), 11th level (3d6), and 17th level (4d6).

*Requires feedback for any improvements. Muted in this case acts like a condition. If Blinded and Deafened are official conditions, Muted should also be listed in my opinion.