This theme started out leaving me completely out of ideas until I did
some google searching for such devices. Fell over the Heretics Fork. A
simple thing really. Just a double ended metal fork strapped to the
victim’s neck, so it’s resting underneath chin and on chest. The victim
is strapped into a standing position left to stand until they tire. When
their head drop down the fork will penetrate through chest and under
chin from the weight, when they can no longer keep their head up. Adding
in said strapping of the legs I just used a regular leg spreader.
Effective enough to make the victim unable to move about or use their
hooves for anything, could possibly add some further strapping to insure
he can’t walk try to waddle away, but I got lazy. As added bonus I had
his wings tied off to a point they were made useless. Left like that
long enough they will just turn into slaps of dead meat and bone after
having blood circulation cut off for so long. Either way very
unpleasant.
Also, look, it’s Fodder. I bet you don’t know him, he appears more in RP’s and art. Anyways, enjoy.
My favorite thing ever is how Ron just sent Charlie a random letter like “hey yo there’s an illegal dragon at hogwarts, could you come and smuggle it out of here, please?” and Charlie was just like “yeah sure, I’ll trespass into the castle and steal a dangerous magical creature, of course, lemme just hit up my friends”
It’s better if you imagine Charlie and co as a group of Grad Students trying to avoid their other responsibilities.
Charlie is drunkenly revising the third draft of his thesis on proper care and feeding of greenhorns when his family owl slams into the window.
Three of his friends jump and look around. Glinda doesn’t raise her head from her folded arms; only groans, “Is that Baines coming to do me in?”
Charlie totters to the window and fetches Errol from the window pane. “No such luck,” he says. “You’re still going to have to take the exam.” After some consideration, Charlie lays him on a clear patch of floor to recover. “Do owls take firewhiskey?” he asks the room at large.
“It’s not fair,” Glinda wails into the tabletop. “I swear he didn’t say anything about Bridgewort’s handling practices when we did the review in class.”
“Oh, Merlin,” says Ali, freezing over their notes like a Medusa wyvern had bitten them. “Oh, Merlin’s sweet saggy socks. Is he covering Bridgewort?”
“That’s what he said when I went to his office hours.” Glinda sits up. “You know his lapdragon singed my new sweater?!”
Charlie decides not to give Errol a nip of whiskey. Flying under the influence is really not done. He unties the letter from Errol’s leg. Ron’s childish spiky handwriting spells out Charlie’s name on the front. Inside is a hastily scrawled message.
“Yes, we know it ruined your sweater,” snaps Ysabelle. “You told us twenty times. Why didn’t you tell us Baines told you we’re going to be tested on Bridgewort?”
“I meant to,” says Glinda. “Sorry.” She flicks her pile of notes. “I was lost in the miasma of gloom and desperation.”
Ali puts their head back and groans. “I’m gonna die. I’m gonna say ‘fuck it’ and just fucking walk into a dragon’s mouth so I don’t have to do this.”
“Hey,” says Charlie. They don’t hear him.
“How much is this worth again?” Glinda asks her bottle of butterbeer.
“Twenty-five percent,” Ali and Ysabelle chorus. Ysabelle adds, “and the thesis is fifty percent of our total grade.”
“Hey!” Charlie repeats. They look at him. He waves Ron’s letter. “My littlest brother at Hogwarts has an illegal dragon he needs to get off campus. Anybody up for a midnight flight?”
Ali slams their hands down on the table and stands up. “Fuck yes,” they say decisively. “Maybe I’ll fly into the Whomping Willow and die a quick death.”
Then he blended into the crowd and I was with some dude who I think was supposed to be Daryl from walking dead and together with our friends we protected a group of people from evil zombies so we could all go to the movie theatre and watch Inuyasha.
I just…what?
That’s funny because fighting hoards of zombies to watch inuyasha in theaters sounds like something arin would do
