#knife stuff

[weaselle]

I once almost stabbed a guy. Being in a position where you are seriously actually for real considering stabbing someone is a wild moment, internally and externally.

So this was way back, baaack in the day, when i went to a lot of parties and also did a bunch of drugs. And my partner at the time and i were scoring some powder drugs from a guy we'd never met before on an acquaintance's sort of recommendation.

and he took so long that our other friend, who also did drugs with us, saw us waiting in the parking lot and stopped to say hi, chatted for a couple minutes, and left.

When the guy finally showed back up, we got a bunch of powder in a taped up zip lock, odd, but our acquaintance had said the product could be trusted, so i handed over a bunch of money and we parted ways

But lo and behold, we get back to the pad, bust out our score, and snort a big ol' victory line ... of chalk dust. It was chalk. Like what you write on a blackboard with. It was ground up to the right consistency, and I had paid a fair bit of money for it, but it was just a big ol bag of chalk dust. Also a sinus full of chalk dust.

Well. Y'know. I took it personal.

The guy was not answering any texts or calls of course (my first text was very reasonable, just sort of "haha, there seems to have been a mistake, but it's an easy fix, you just need to either give me what i paid for or give me my money back) But i was already chasing down other trails

I started backtracking through the acquaintance until i found out where this dealer was. I decide to show up at his door.

As soon as i got his location, i texted him for a third time and it had gotten firmer in tone "hey you either tell when and where to meet you so you can give me what i paid for or my money back, or i'm going to show up where you are and we're going to talk about it in person" Followed 20 minutes later with "I'm parked outside your house on my way to your front door unless you text me back right now."

Okay. i am aware of my situation here. I am about to stare this coked up methed out young twenties dude in his buggy eyeballs at his own front door and accuse him of cheating me on a drug deal. Tee hee hee i'm in danger.

So I came prepared. I had taken a pair of scissors and cut my front right pocket out so i could look like i had my hand casually in my pocket but i could really be holding the handle on an 8 inch knife blade. Which i was.

a line cook with my own knife set, i had chosen this knife, my kitchen utility knife, carefully. I can't find the exact one i had, but this one is very similar

It was long enough to give me significant reach advantage even if he had like a switchblade or pocket knife or something. The size was also selected for intimidation factor. This did also mean that it was heavy enough to slash with, and a good shape for stabbing, with just enough of a heel to act as a solid crossbar and prevent my fingers sliding up over the blade if the tip caught bone on a thrust.

Anyway, i text him as i'm getting out of the car and by the time i'm through his front gate he's running out the front door at me

we both stop in the middle of his front yard, half way between the gate and the front door.

And he's like, quiet-yelling at me, and all up in my face, and threatening me "you're lucky i don't kill you right now"

While i'm thinking my hip pocket is set low and diagonal, if i draw my hand out the right way, my arm will already be in a perfect position to thrust forward with the knife. If he pulls a weapon i have to be ready to get the first strike in

and then I'm like, do i stab him if he hits me? because if i'm fighting without the knife i'm fighting one handed, oh this is not good, how did i think this was going to go!? i have not been as smart as i though i was being.

but i started to realize, he was just blustering and bluffing and sort of panicked. He was definitely not in control of the situation. Which left it to me. And i was weighing whether or not honor meant refusing to be stolen from ripped off or cheated -- and being ready to fight for that. Or if maaaybe real honor was not being the kind of person who stabs another person to death over a stupid drug deal gone wrong.

Oh yeah. To death. If i stabbed him there was going to be a real chance of him dying. I uh. I only know deadly places to hit people with a knife. That's a strange thing you don't think of until you're in that moment, but when you're like, scared of someone, and asking yourself where to strike them with the knife, your list is short and deadly like

across the throat

up through the soft spot under the jaw and into the head

through the diaphragm angled left and up to also get the heart or lung careful don't hang the tip up on the sternum

inside thigh slash for femoral artery

Low front stab for life threatening wound to the intestines

around back same height for possible death through the kidneys careful don't hang the tip up against the spine

Manic slashing back and forth to keep opponent at bay and possibly open up enough wide shallow cuts to bleed them out.

Wherever you pick up your knifing information, there tends not to be a big focus on where to knife someone if you just want to like, scare them away. Or much training on how to stab someone juuuust enough to make them decide to not shoot you. Probably all the knifing information in your head is like "what can i do quickly that will make them dead"

So if I used the knife, it was going to be a real good chance of death, his, unless i fuck it up and he's got a gun, then it's a good chance of it being my death.

And i was like. How much money are we talking. How much money do i decide a human life is worth in this moment. While he threatens me in this weird way, clearly afraid of what his neighbors might hear.

$200? In that moment i thought, man, i would pay two hundred bucks to not have to stab this guy to death right now. And i can! I can walk away from my two hundred bucks and just... not stab this guy. That's a trade i can make right now.

So i said "alright alright, fine, you're right" to myself out loud in the middle of whatever he was ranting about and turned around and left.

I did eventually find out more. Like a month later through mutual acquaintances . Apparently the dude was on his way back to our car with our drugs when he saw our friend stop his car in the parking lot, get out and talk to us for a minute, and leave. And because our friend liked to dress in slacks and a vest and tie (with aviator sunglasses that day) this high on powder drugs dealer got spooked and thought maybe we were undercover and our friend was a cop checking in with us on trying to bust his ass.

So he, paranoid and panicked, goes back to his house and finds something less illegal to substitute, and comes back out and sells us chalk instead. He must have figured the jail time for selling fake drugs had to be less than for real drugs. idk why he didn't just NOT sell us anything, but. That's what happened. And my partner and her friends all were cool with him after they found that out.

But i never was, because he never gave me my money back.

Over hanging out with my so called friends a couple times talkin' bout "oh i already spent it and i'm pretty broke, sorry you know how it is."

And in my head i was like "i could have stabbed you. And i didn't"

But i never did tell him because there wasn't a point, it wouldn't magically make him have $200 (which he didn't have despite selling drugs because when you snort a lot of drugs you tend to be bad with money, and this dude hadn't started off good at it to begin with).

The real lesson was asking myself why was i involved in bad drug deals, and why would my friends be friendly with an asshole who cheated me out of half a paycheck, and relatedly, if my choices had perhaps gotten me deep into a bad lifestyle that i didn't much want to be in, full of people i couldn't trust.

Anyway, that's how i made the only single good decision made by anyone in that whole story, and didn't stab a guy to death over 200 dollars

[ikibli]

As someone with an interest in knives: here's some tips for the Ides of March

First, you want to pick a blade with an appropriate point.

Clip point and drop point are utility blades. You'll find them on utility and survival knives. These blades can absolutely stab a human, but are designed for inanimate objects and casual utility use.

Ideally, you want a tanto point or a needle/dagger point for stabbing a human.

Tanto points are more general utility, specializing in piercing hard materials regardless of whether it's a coconut, package or armored human.

Dagger points are designed for the sole purpose of stabbing through flesh and clothing in self-defense. They're your optimal historical-figure stabbing knife.

Second, you want a good knife. Cheap knives don't work well- check the reviews on the model and don't go for discounts on pricey models of knives- these will be cheap counterfeits, most likely.

Unlike with most consumer products, a good knife has no fancy gimmicks or extra features- it has a well-made full tang(partial tang is a sign of cheap mass-manufacture and rat-tail or push tangs are garbage for show and not work), a firmly attached handle and blade and does its job before all else.

Many survival knives will be sold with stuff like compasses or handle compartments- these are not necessary for a stabbing knife.

Third, all this advice applies to a fixed-blade knife. I have relatively little expertise in what makes a good folding knife, and folders tend to be utility knives.

Fourth, make sure you're up to snuff on your jurisdiction's knife ownership and concealed carry laws. You don't want to get arrested for carrying a knife too long for your jurisdiction in the wrong place, do you?

[amphibianalien]

Come here so I can cut you a little

[sidespromptblog]

Blank: Part 9

Summary:  Logan is logic no more, now all that is left is Apathy.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen

The moment that Apathy’s glass was empty, it was gone, vanished from right out of his hands before Logan turned his scowling look on the others. Patton had inched more and more towards Virgil and Roman, allowing the anxious side to gain a tight grip on him should Logan decide to throw them both around some more.

“You may all leave for the time being. Return to your rooms and remain there until six.” The logical side sternly said, there was going to be a lot of changes coming their way now that he was back and better than ever before. “Everyone...but you.” Turning his gaze slowly, it locked onto Roman as they had all stood up ready to just get the hell out of there before anything else could go wrong. “We have something to discuss in private.” The slight curl of Logan’s lip let Roman know right then and there, that what they were going to talk about wouldn’t be that pleasant.

A shudder of dread slithered down his spine like the winding scales of a snake, and almost immediately Virgil stepped in front of the creative side. He raised his shaking hands, balling them up as he got into a somewhat sad boxing stance. “Y..You’ll have to go through me!” The anxious side barked back at him, his bangs messily flopping in front of his eyes to hide the true horror that was shining there, he was scared, but he’d be damned if he let this..this other version of Logan know it.

A chuckle rattled the living room, the chairs and the pictures on the walls shaking and clattering where they were, Logan looked nothing more than amused at the sight before him as Virgil stood before him, and Patton gripped the prince’s bright red sash tight. As if that could stop him from ripping their little defense apart.

“How cute,” He sneered at them, and raising a hand he watched them flinch, folding his fingers into a flicking motion, before…

A tug on his shirt.

Logan blinked, turning his gaze back to Apathy as the deep blue eyes stared back at him, “Ah..yes.” Logan muttered more or less to himself, as he kneeled down extending his arms to Apathy as he slowly helped the other side up to his feet. “When I come back, I expect you two to be in your rooms.” He glowered at the others, before tucking his arm under Apathy’s easing him up each step of the stairs, it was a slow process but he was committed to making it work for the emotionless side.

Upon finally making it to Apathy’s room and shutting the door with a gentle click, Logan carefully sat the other down on his bed, hesitating for a moment as he gazed around the mostly blank room. His room at least had a few more extra things in it, the glow in the dark stars that Patton had given to him for his birthday, a hatrack to hold the single beanie that Virgil had gifted to him, and...a few other things that Roman had given to him. None of that was in Apathy’s room, nothing except…

“You stopped painting,” He murmured, his voice carrying a tinge of sadness and disappointment with it as he stepped over to the abandoned easel that looked like it hadn’t been touched for months. His fingers ran over the dry as bone canvas, that had a single painting on it. It was perfect, looking just like an actual photograph of a stormy day viewed through a window.

“I..didn’t see the point in it anymore,” Apathy grunted, as he kicked his socks off tucking his legs under his stark white blankets. “Painting is supposed to be about putting your emotions onto a canvas. I can’t do that..there is no zest to my art and so...there’s no point.” The emotionless side shrugged clearly not seeing anything wrong with that, as Logan grimaced his back turned to Apathy. The logical side, ran his hand over his mouth, hiding his distraught state over something as simple as a painting.

“I’m sorry,” Logan whispered, and Apathy raised his head in clear confusion, the blue in his eyes lingering a little bit longer.

“Sorry...about what?” He asked cocking his head to the side as Logan swiftly turned around, approaching the bed, clasping one of Apathy’s hands tight as his shoulders slumped in relief as the color flourished under the other’s skin.

“Apathy,” Logan pursed his lips for a moment, trying to collect the right words for his statement. “Do you ever miss emotions?” He asked watching the confusion filter through the other's eyes, “Do you ever want to feel again, to be able to paint with your emotions. Do you miss...being Empathy?”

The silence stretched between them for a moment, and Apathy slid his hand out of Logan’s grasp as a deep sigh rattled the emotionless side’s body. A shrug, a shrug was all that Logan received, although to be honest, Apathy looked just as uncertain about it as Logan was right in that moment. Honestly, Logan got the feeling that Apathy didn’t know what he wanted, like Apathy didn’t know if he wanted to reinstate the emotions that he had cut off, and return to being someone that had caused him so much pain. Or...if he just wanted to be like this, not feeling or tasting a thing, just going through life as...a ghost of his former self.

“Can I sleep on it?” Came the uncertain reply, and Logan felt his insides melt at the request.

“Of course,” He whispered, leaning over Apathy as he laid down. Pressing a light kiss to his forehead, he watched the other’s eyes close as he drifted off almost immediately. “Sleep Appie, I’ll be here.” He murmured, however, once Apathy’s breathing had evened out, and he was clearly asleep. Logan was gone from the room.

“Go! Go!” Roman hurriedly whispered as soon as he heard Logan’s footsteps lingering outside of Apathy’s door, and the sound of the door gingerly clicking shut. He gave both Virgil and Patton a shove towards the moral side’s bedroom. “He’s coming, and he..he’s not going to ask twice. Just go, I can handle whatever he dishes out on me!” Roman blurted out.

Tears streamed down Patton’s face as he tried to grasp ahold of the creative side’s hand, and Virgil felt himself choking up as he looked back at Roman trying to silently beg him not to do this. “Please…” Virgil softly whispered, reaching up and grabbing the side of Roman’s face, his thumb brushing over the other’s cheek. “Please don’t die.”

“I won’t.” Roman flashed a cocky grin, mere second before a kiss sealed his promise to Virgil.

Patton let out a strangled sob as soon as Virgil tore him away from Roman, desperately trying to cling to Roman and to never let him go as the footsteps got closer and closer, as Logan descended the stairs. When Patton’s bedroom door slammed shut, that was when Roman resigned himself, as he took in a deep breath relaxing as much as one could while going to their doom.

That relaxation didn’t last two seconds, as Logan snapped his fingers.

Roman’s legs snapped together, and his arms became strapped to his sides. Like he was a patient about to be wheeled into a hospital. Even as his muscles struggled against the invisible bonds, nothing happened, he wasn’t able to even move a single hair out of place as Logan deliberately got closer and closer. However, things got even more horrifying for Roman, when Logan opened his hand allowing a long and very familiar dagger to appear landing softly in his hand.

Moving as slowly as a leopard approaching its prey, a slow grin crawled onto Logan’s face as a gleam of cruelty reflected in his eyes. He twirled the blade in between his fingers, slinking slowly around Roman again and again. He could practically feel Roman jerk though, as he allowed the sharp end of the blade to slowly drag over Roman’s stomach, in an almost sensual manner as it ran and bumped over every stitch and line of Roman’s princely attire. He dragged it slowly up the gentle curve of Roman’s side before speaking.

“Roman, Roman, Roman…” Logan tsked the other, and the creative side in question swallowed thickly as he was quite literally shaking in his boots. “I would like to remind you, that if you ever..and I do mean ever. Lay another finger on Apathy with the intent to hurt him...I will gut you.” Logan sneered, drawing the sharp end of the blade upward catching on a few fibers of his shirt, but otherwise easily tapping it against the other’s chest. “And if he tells you to stop touching him, then fucking stop Princey. We will not have another talk like this, do you understand?” Logan crooned sweetly, the sneer gone almost as fast as it was there, as Logan leaned in close enough so that Roman could see the endless pools of black that had become Logan’s eyes.

“Y..Yes.” Roman breathed out, terror strangling his every word.

“Good,” He whispered, a slight smile curving onto his lips as the end of the blade tapped lightly under Roman’s chin, and for a second, just a split second. Logan’s eyes darted down, as Roman licked his dry lips. But his gaze didn’t linger for too long. “You know Roman,” Logan began, pushing back a stray curl from Roman’s forehead, “You were right about me Roman, I am more apathetic than I am logical.”

Roman’s muscles were burning, it took every ounce of strength he had to continuously keep fighting whatever control that the logical side had over him, but this...this would not be allowed to stand. Logan could think whatever he wanted about him, he could even think that they didn’t love him anymore, in whatever way the subconscious had twitched that though. But Roman wouldn’t allow him to think this, not while he was still standing and breathing. His Logan deserved better than that, better than to have a thought like that rattling around in his head.

“No,” Roman rasped out, garnering Logan’s attention as the logical side cocked his head to the side curiously. “I was wrong about what I said to you Logan. I was wrong...Please, whatever you do..don’t think that those words are right. They..they are a falsehood.”

It took the last shred of his strength to wrench his arm out of Logan’s control, and even more to grasp Logan tight. Burying his face into the other’s shoulder as he hugged him as tightly as he possibly could at that moment. Roman’s tears stained the collar of Logan’s shirt, but even as he felt Logan halfheartedly attempting to pull away, Roman just grasped ahold of his waist even tighter. Keeping him firmly in place.

“Please...I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.” He hoarsely whispered, his body shaking with the pure strength that was being sapped from his very being. “We all love you..I love you...so please come back to us.”

The knife thudded against the carpeted floor with a dull thud.

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[daddys-chaton-noir]

that blade sliding between those cheeks

lol thnx💕 i enjoyed as well!

[ikibli]

For the Ides of March, remember to grab a knife with a tanto, dagger or spear point! Utility knives aren't optimized for stabbing human flesh!

Reference for Blade Types

[visceralcorrosion]

[theamazingchickenman]

@subparsaiyan Lemme know what you're looking for and we can talk shop!