#stabbing
anelegantoffenseasked:
Hi hi! I love your blog it’s brilliant~ I had two questions, whenever you get a minute. I was wondering if there was a place 1-2″ below the collar bone that one could be stabbed with a thin, rapier-style sword and recover without noticable impairments. For the other question, and I’m not sure if this is even something you would know, but would an electrically charged large needle propelled with significant force into an eye cause it to burst? Would the damage spread farther into the head? I’m wondering how likely death would be (I’m assuming blinding is a given?)
Hey there, and thanks for your question!
First: the area under the collarbone is an extremely dangerous place to be stabbed with a sword, knife, or any implement. Even if the sword doesn’tpenetrate the ribcage – which it will – and puncture the lung – which it will – there’s still the anatomy of the collarbone itself to take into account.
The collarbone protects two very important body parts: the subclavian blood vessels (artery and vein), and the brachial plexus, the nerve branch which innervates the arm.
An injury just under the collarbone is thus a great risk to the health of the character: lungs, arteries, and major nerves are all in terrible danger.
For a wound that can be survivable, I would suggest a sword injury on the lateral abdomen, where it will look dangerous but doesn’t actually go into the abdomen itself; basically I’m talking about a stab into the “love handles” on the side of the belly.
For the second question: I have absolutely no idea what the electric charge would do. What’s interesting about this is that “electrically charged” implies something in addition to a pin; electricity makes a circuit from someplace, to someplace. Unless we’re talking about a static charge discharging into the eye?
If the needle is fairly small, I can only imagine that it can’t carry an enormous electric charge, so I’d say we’re looking at something fairly minor when it comes to impact and effects.
I would say that the eyeball rupturing is a perfectly reasonable outcome, especially if there’s force involved, though of course needles to the eye, when applied with care, don’t cause this. The words “significant force” and, to a lesser extent, “electrically charged” make me think this is likely. Cue eyeball goo (vitreous humour) running down the character’s face.
However, I don’t think death is as likely as you think it is. I think this is survivable.
Here’s why. The back of the eye socket is mostly bone. Take a look at this image of a skull, which I believe is a replica but enough to make my point:
[Image: Gray’s Anatomy, 1918, public domain. Source.]
It takes a very exact angle to penetrate through the orbital fissure into the brain cavity, through the meninges, and into the brain. As you can see, that opening is tiny. Even a needle with significant force isn’t necessarily going to be accurate enough to get into the brain – that’s just not feasible. Audiences would believe it, mind you, because Hollywood has taught them that eyes are just a gooey front of your brain, but it’s not so.
Hope this helps you out!
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Last Whumptober fic for 2021!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34862950
Fic Summary:
Mista and Narancia attempt to re-enact the Black Knight scene from “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” during a day off. It goes about as well as one might expect.
Random Whumper dialogue prompt: Relax
“Come on, breathe with me. In….and out….There you go. It hurts so much less if you just relax those taut little muscles. Focus on this moment. Feel the tip fo the knife on your leg. I’m going to push it in slow this time - No no, Dont struggle. Breathe. Relax.Let it happen. Stay limp. I know it’s hard, but I have faith in you. Aaaahhhhhh…there you go. Alllll the way in that time. Do you feel it? Isn’t that better?”
IDES IDES IDES
Guys, I buckled - here’s a quiz to find out what you’d be up to on the Ides of March
Julius Caesar has been dead for 2064 slutty, slutty years so I’m bringing this BACK - now with 3 extra questions and 2 new outcomes
TW: Needles
TW: Body Horror
The whumper leaves knives and needles stuck within the immortal, knowing the immortal’s body will over and around it
DAY 13 - REVENGE
“This is for Challis, don’t worry Bastille “God will forgive me”’
hA remember Bastille from day 3, Bout time she gets stabbed
Angstober prompt by @birdiiielle
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jason, suffering from blood loss and getting stitched up by alfred in the cave’s medbay: worth it
In my hallucinated version of Supernatural Dean is way more touchy.
In Irons 13 - Forced to Hurt
(Day 11 of Angstpril 2022)
Taglist:@darthsutrich,@a-series-of-whumpy-events , @ladydani101 , @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight
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Warnings: lady whumpee, blood, death mention, stabbing
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Less than a hour later, Adelaide’s boots are planted on the deck of Virginia’s Daughter, sword clutched in a sweat-slick hand, fear coursing through her veins. The good news for her is that this isn’t one of the vessels full of families, so she doesn’t have to worry about traumatizing children.
The bad news is that instead, it’s full of men with swords.
Or, it was full of men with swords. Some of them are still fighting with the pirate crew, some have been cornered and their weapons confiscated. Others now lie bleeding on the deck.
So far Adelaide has done nothing but stay out of the way, staring wide-eyed, wishing she’d stayed behind. She’s never had the chance to try out her sword fighting skills on anyone but Marshall, didn’t expect to really have to use them today, and certainly doesn’t want to actually hurt any of these innocent people.
But if she continues to just stand here she’ll be in trouble. Never mind the necklace, the Captain is likely to be angry enough with her to punish her again, too.
Even if she could convince herself that it won’t happen, it ends up that she doesn’t get a choice in the matter. Suddenly there’s a sword coming at her, and she parries automatically. The man on the other end’s eyebrows shoot up as he seems to realize that he’s attacked a woman, but it doesn’t stop him. He pulls back and swings again, and again, Adelaide blocking him each time. Her mind is fully occupied with keeping him at bay now, no time to worry about what’s going on around her or how this fight might end.
Until another two-man fight swerves near them, throwing off her focus for just long enough that she allows his sword to slide past hers, embedding itself in her left shoulder. She sucks in a sharp breath that sticks in her throat. The full force of the pain hits an instant later, nearly making her knees buckle.
The man yanks the sword back, ripping through her skin, and she stumbles forward with a cry. Immediately warm blood soaks her shirt. It burns, white hot pain dissecting her shoulder, and she tucks her arm tightly against her side, trying not to move it.
He isn’t satisfied, though. She’s still standing, and in his eyes, she’s a pirate trying to take over his ship. Technically she supposes that’s exactly what she is. She doesn’t blame him for wanting to eliminate her.
But that unfortunately means she has to keep fighting him. Keep swinging her sword with one arm while the other bleeds and feels like it might fall off at any moment. Keep risking hurting him, who doesn’t deserve it, even though the alternative seems more and more likely to be her own grievous injury or death.
She’s not really sure at this point which outcome she dreads more.
The longer the fight goes on, the harder it is to focus. Adelaide stumbles over her own feet, vision wavering, shoulder pulsing with pain, but she doesn’t give up. And somehow, thanks to the hours of training, she’s able to see the opening when it comes, using all her remaining strength to lunge forward and slash a deep line across the man’s torso.
He falls back with a cry, sword clattering to the ground. Gasping for breath, she stares in dazed horror after him, only distantly aware of the fights continuing around her, of someone scooping up his sword as he crumples to the deck, bleeding.
She won the fight. But in doing so, she’d seriously injured a man who just wanted to protect his ship, his belongings, his comrades. Her stomach churns with guilt.
A new commotion breaks out as fights end and the crew of pirates begins herding their defeated opponents to one side of the ship, while others plunge below decks to look for loot. Adelaide loses sight of the man she wounded. She herself is somehow corralled into an opposite corner, where she sheaths her sword and finally is able to press the heel of her hand into the stab wound. Her head spins at the new jolt of pain it causes. As the minutes stretch on, she finds herself sliding down without consciously deciding to sit, blinking furiously to chase away the spots that keep trying to take over her vision.
She’s…she’s very tired. That fight was more intense than anything she’s ever experienced, seems to have drained all of her energy away.
She blinks again, and everyone on deck suddenly changes to new positions. The ones from below are back, lugging crates up the stairs and across the planks back to The Dark Storm. Marshall is directing them. She should talk to him. She needs to tell him that she won her first real fight, but that she’s not sure she’s happy about that fact.
Luckily he notices her a moment later. His face creases in what could be construed as worry, and he quickly crosses to her, dodging the flow of traffic.
“Miss Gray. You’re injured.” He crouches next to her, examining her shoulder.
“I think…did I…kill him?” She never wanted to kill anyone. Didn’t want to hurt anyone at all. “He…he was bleeding. What if I killed him?”
Marshall doesn’t say anything to begin with, just stands and walks around to her other side before bending back down and grabbing her good arm to drape over his shoulders. “You did well, Miss Gray. Let’s get you back to the ship and take care of that injury.”
She thinks she makes some kind of noise when he pulls her upright. It’s hard to tell for sure when all light and sound completely cut off for a moment. But she presses her lips together after that, refusing to swoon or show pain in any way as they hobble their way off Virginia’s Daughter. She won’t give Captain Payne the satisfaction.
