#taking a hit

[caaatsushi]

hot girl summer? more like licking-my-bruises-like-a-wounded-dog summer

[geode-crystal]

Control

The boys are back baybeeee

A late submission to @snakebites-and-ink's Seven Songs of Suffering event (thanks for the tag!)

Day one: Control- Halsey

Characters: my Prince and Knight duo, Mianu and Darius

Content: Magic/fantasy whump, injury (but it's all very vaguely described so no gore or anything), uncertain fate for a nameless whumper, taking a hit/heroic sacrifice, andone very, very angry Prince who just so happens to have shadow magic lol

Lyrics inspo: “And all the kids cried out/‘Please, stop, you're scaring me’/ I can't help this awful energy/ Goddamn right, you should be scared of me”

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It wasn’t the first time that Mianu and Darius had found themselves caught in an ambush. Hell, Mianu had staged an ambush or two himself.

But these attackers were well-prepared.

A trio of swordsmen and a single sorcerer should have been easy enough to deal with. Together, Mianu and Darius had conquered far worse. And at first, it was almost easy. Mianu faced off against the sorcerer with his own magic. He effortlessly matched them spell for spell, raising an instant shield made of pure shadow whenever something happened to slip by. Not that anything slipped by often.

Darius, meanwhile, easily went toe-to-toe with the swordsmen. He’d once singlehandedly taken down an entire squadron of the same shadowy monsters that Mianu could now call to his aid. A few human warriors were no match for the knight.

Not when it came to swordplay.

It was such a simple misdirection. A trick Mianu might have used himself, not so long ago. A variation on a tactic he still used: never let your opponents see your every possible move. Don’t let them know what they’re up against until it’s too late.

One of the swordsmen had magic of their own. And spells flew faster and farther than any sword ever could.

Darius had no defense against an attack like that.

Especially not when the attack was aimed at Mianu.   

Mianu felt it coming. His own magic was so heightened that the foreign spell clashed against it, sending an unnerving feeling down his spine. But he wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t strong enough. He couldn’t defend against his own opponent and the curse that was flying right towards his back.

He turned just in time to see Darius leap in front of him. And to watch, wide-eyed in sheer horror, as Darius was blasted off of his feet.

The knight crashed to the ground several feet away. Dark magic coursed through him, surging around his sword arm, blazing like fire.

He didn’t get up. He didn’t move.

“No…” Mianu choked out. “NO!”

Mianu knew that pain all too well. Darius should never suffer like that. He was too good. Too kind. He didn’t deserve that. Not the way Mianu did.

That might have been why Mianu snapped.

Even now, even in the heat of battle, Mianu had wanted to hold his own power back. He knew how much damage his shadows could do.

That didn’t matter anymore.

There was a howl, the sound of wind and wolves all in one. Mianu’s power burst free. A monstrous shape leapt from his fingers, bowling over the sorcerer who had dared to hurt Darius.

And that was only the beginning. More shadow beasts swarmed into the alleyway. They simply appeared, formed by the darkness around them and Mianu’s own energy. They prowled towards the remaining attackers, a pack of bristling, ink-black wolves. The burning red eyes of the beastly shades provided the only color in the small space. The glow flickered over the faces of the attackers, painting them crimson.

Mianu was the eye of a storm of shadows. His own eyes glowed as his own power threatened rip right through him. And he was very close to letting it. Everything he had was poured into his magic. His pain. His desperation. His sheer, unbridled fury.

His power was completely out of his control.

And for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

The howling of a hundred hideous creatures echoed around him. He fixed his attackers with a glare sharper than any dagger, nearly strong enough on its own to cause them to drop.

All three of the warriors who still stood warily stepped back. Swords were raised. Spells were prepared. But none of them dared to make the first move. Their eyes were clouded with fear. Their forms trembled at the sight of Mianu’s pure hatred. 

A savage sort of triumph found its way into Mianu’s heart.

They were terrified. Good. They deserved it after what they had done.

The power of his magic made his voice as deep and threatening as any of the snarls of his shadowy summons as he growled out one single word.

“Run.”  

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(tagging @tildeathiwillwrite and @whumperofworlds because they said they liked the boys and wanted to read more of them lol. Thank you both for your support!!)

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #681

Submitted by anon - thanks!

Life hasn't been kind to Character A. They've suffered loss, betrayal, exile, and presently, slavery. They act like they don't care; they put on a front to look cold, uncaring and cutthroat and claim to only watch out for themselves...but when a fellow slave is on the ground being beaten to death, they just CAN'T sit by and watch any longer...

[thecharmingknightemma-moving]

@asthebirchtreefalls + this could only be Hook

It just-it wasn’t fair. The other guy had used something, a light, maybe magic, maybe just explosive, to blind Hook for a moment, to disarm him and make him stumble back, and Emma hadn’t really thought about it, she had simply run to get in the way and shield him from the unfair attack.  And had gotten a slash on her arm, barely saved from the fact that she was much smaller than Hook and the hit had been meant to be a deadly one, and she might have dropped there if a punch hadn’t reached her face, sending her against the railing and forcing her to keep standing in a moment of forced lucidity. So of course her instincts had taken over and pushed her to grab the guy’s face and slam his head on the railing. Twice.  She fell down then, head spinning from the punch and from a blood loss that while barely started wasn’t great for an already tired from lack of sleep body.  “Are you alright?” she asked Hook with genuine concern, “Is he down?”

[leagueoflegends-confessions]

The best games are when you walk in front of someone and take a hit that could kill them. So, they do the same later and you demolish the enemy champ by doing this.

Artwork by Aths-Art

[takingahit]

Read let me hold you by Joshua Marx at takingahitjoshuamarx.wordpress.com #love #Takingahit #comfort #book #intimacy #patience #letmeholdyou #Friendship #JoshuaMarx

Taking a hit by Joshua Marx

Taking a hit by Joshua Marx

[geode-crystal]

Just wrapped up a DnD session and I was rolling terribly on perception checks. Crit failed one and my poor Wizard sprung a trap. Heavy log dropped right down on them.

Our Paladin. Whom my Wizard is massively crushing on. Pushed Wizard out of the way and took all the damage.

Amazing perfect shippy and whumpy moment I am not over it and I had to share

[takingahit]

Read Fly. Fly. Fly. at takingahitjoshuamarx.wordpress.com it is absolutely phenomenal, bursting with inspiration. #Takingahit #JoshuaMarx #book #football #read #invalid #fly #poem #triumph #success #inspiration #dreams #motivation #hardwork

Taking a hit by Joshua Marx

Taking a hit by Joshua Marx