#knfie //

[miwachan2]

Been a long while since I last drew her :o

[dawnssky-moved]

[attackcopterblog]

STAND WATCH KNIVES DEBUTS THE DESERT TIGER KNIFE SERIES

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[knifeforsale]

GEO SCHRADE BLADE | LISTING

[lightnersdream]

I FINALLY FOUND IT MY MYSTERIOUS KNFIE WITH A STRIPED BEAST ON IT LABELLED "WILD FOX" ive MISSED YOU

[b0nkers-papaya]

give me a yuu in a twst au that has ulterior motives.

give me a yuu in a twst au that is selfish and only cares for their own wants.

give me a yuu in a twst au that's morally grey and doesnt change themselves all bc of love or something.

give me a yuu in a twst au thats kind, but still knows what self preservation is and puts their safety and well-being over others.

edit: hi this is me from 30 minutes later. id like to specify that this isnt hate towards any specific twst aus. im not targetting anyone's twst au.

[lemonxlimee]

Recommended me a song. I tried one briefly but it was shit so I probably either didn't wait till it picked up or chose a bad one.

my favrite js dog days are over

Htere are ga lot of fgood ones and thdi is sthe most populaf cause it was usdd in a godo mobie

Also

girl with one eye is a really good obe too

These r just the popular ones yrhy have a lot of more underground stff tko but tjid is wha I recomme statyign wi th

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

OWOWOWIWOWOWWOWOW

[larkinginthedark]

So you're figuring it out, huh...

whatdos e thatmea n

[phantom-freak]

presumably the blade being an extension of thwir arm is a metaphor for them being Insanely Good At Stabbing however please consider the following:

knife hands

new idea. whumpee who’s an ex-boxer and a whumper who sword fights.

a whumpee who knows how to take blow after blow, spit the blood out, and keep going. It doesn’t matter how many times they’re knocked to the ground, they get up because it’s all they know.

a whumper who’s precise and measured. They know exactly where to strike to deal the worst blow. They keep their opponents at a distance and always, always have a string of witty banter they keep up. Their blade is quite a literally an extension of their arm, and it is terrifying

[mookiesspace]

CW: blood, murder, possessive behavior, knfie

a/n: it's spooky season yall

"y/n? y/n where are you baby.. i promise i just wanna talk.." deep, husky voice echoing through the large corridor. thump. thump. THUMP! loud noises lifting off of the silent room he rummaged through. what could the mysterious man be in such a deep search for? oh right, it's you.

"cmon now pretty, you know I don't like these games.." he grumbled banging and slamming on the walls around him now eager to catch his prey. searching and screaming around in anger and frustration as he walks down the hall. "where are you mamas.." he asked, low chuckles escaping his mouth seconds after "I won't ask again." he orders, words as sharp as daggers.

you let out a quick gasp unknowingly realizing this'll be your last time alone.. he's still. to still.. it's quiet now, and you hear footsteps leave the area your hiding in. the air feels less tense than before, but is it safe to come out? you sigh quietly before cracking the door only to be met with preying eyes staring down at you "found you." he whispered. attempting to slam the door shut you feel a blunt force push it open knocking you back on your knees, scooting back you feel your body tense up "n-no.." you whimper, eyes swelling with tears, shaking body unable to process what's happening "why did you hide from me baby?" he sighed, knife in his hand as his other rubs his forehead irritability. you're unable to respond all you can do is silently cry and whimper low nos to yourself. the tall man kneels down and cups your face, forcing you to face him. he drags the knife along your tummy and up to your chin before stabbing it into the floor beside you casuing you to yelp in fear "I asked you a question my love.. aren't you gonna answer?" he provoked, lickin his lips and he let's out a sinister laugh. your lips are trembling as you try to answer "i-.. i- don't know.. please don't hurt me!" you begged, salty tears flowing down your puffy cheeks. he only then sighed before kissing your lips gently in pure pity as he lifts you up swiftly. "we can be happy mama, you just need to learn how to listen.. leave it all to me alright?" he spoke, eyes locked with your watery ones. you only then nodded in defeat while he kisses your head rubbing your back gently "let's go home now baby" he whispered, deep voice sending shivers down your spine. setting you down gently he grasps your hand before heading towards the door only to feel a sharp pain ache in his chest. looking down slowly seeing the dark red liquid stain his fresh white shirt he turns to you in a freeze, laughing menacingly while staring directly your way. mouth slightly agape he let's out a mumble before feeling his large body shut down and hit the floor, warm blood painting the clean floors a deep, dark red. standing still you bend down on your heels, examining the lifeless body before you, lifting its head as a sly smile appears on your face. you lean in and kiss the man's lips, red lipstick leaving a mark in the very spot before standing up to leave the building.

you feel the fresh cool wind blow through your hair as you smoke your cigarette, smoke slowly pooling out your mouth. a small buzz vibrates from your cellphone before ringing silently, picking up the call you hear a familiar voice on the other line.. low, smooth, and somewhat amused. "Did you get him?" he asked, all you did was smile silently, soft sigh escaping your pretty little lips "of course I did baby, I wouldn't be talking to you right now if I didn't." you teased, all the man could do was laugh alongside you while mumbling a soft "that's my girl, now come home. I miss you" your face lights up again as you're already on your way to your car giggling at the man as you fix your bloody stained "E" inital necklace, only replying with a simple "I know daddy." as you drive off ending your long night with your loving husband.

assassin reader x assassin eren

[majosullivan]

So assumingly Berenice should still have the knfie we saw her have in the mansion pocket dimension, right? If that’s the case, Berenice babe if you want to use that knfie to threaten or lightly stab a few people who were involved with what happened to Duke, we will all look the other way

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[daryltwdixon]

The Promise of Us: Chapter 8

You stand near the supply stash, fidgeting with your knife as you watch Glenn and Maggie gather their gear. The two of them exchange a quiet word and a smile, the kind of unspoken communication that comes naturally to couples. You hesitate, unsure if you should offer to help or let them handle it. Shifting on your feet, the weight of your knife feels heavier than usual. Your mind drifts to Daryl. He’s off checking the boiler room, making sure everything’s safe, but something about him not being close by has you on edge. If anything happens while you’re out there, he won’t be with you—and that gnaws at you. You tighten your grip, eyes darting toward the cell block where Rick’s been brooding since Lori’s death, then back to Glenn and Maggie.

Glenn glances over, noticing you.

"You thinking about coming with us?" he asks.

You glance up, startled by the question. You hadn’t expected an invitation. Tightening your grip on the knfie, you look between the two of them. Your gaze shifts again toward where Daryl disappeared earlier. The idea of being out there without him... You’re not sure how to explain it, but it makes you uneasy. He’d never want you to leave without him.

"I dunno... Figured you two had it covered," you mutter.

Maggie steps closer, a knowing smile on her face, "We could use the backup. It’s just a quick supply run, but you know how these things go. Could always get messy." She pauses, reading your hesitation. "Besides, we don’t mind the company. It’s not like this is date night."

You chuckle, but the thought of Daryl being stuck at the prison while you’re out there sits heavy on your chest. What if something happens while you’re apart? The group might need you, but you feel that familiar pull—the need to stay close to him, just in case.

"It’s just... with Rick... not really himself... The group might need someone to step up if things go sideways. And Daryl—he’s..."

Your voice trails off, but the worry is clear. Glenn’s expression softens.

"Daryl will be fine. He’s just checking on things here. We won’t be gone that long," Glenn says.

You bite your lip. Daryl’s always fine, that’s what you tell yourself, but it doesn’t stop the knot in your stomach. The distance between you feels too wide even now, with him just being away inside the corridors.

Maggie steps in, her voice reassuring.

"Look, we get it. Daryl’s got your back, but we do too. And we could use yours right now. The group’ll be fine for a couple of hours. But out there? We could really use the help."

You exhale, still unsure. Daryl would want you to stay put, you know that. But the idea of Glenn and Maggie going out there without enough backup doesn’t sit right with you. Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s the responsibility you feel with Rick unraveling, or maybe it’s just the way the world is now—never safe, even for a few hours.

Putting your gun in your waistband again and knife securely in your hand, you make your decision, despite the lingering worry about Daryl.

"Alright... fine. I’ll tag along. Just don’t make me regret it," you say.

Maggie smirks, grabbing her own weapon, “I’d never,”

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Daryl

He’s leading the two of them–him and Oscar–down the narrow, dank hallway with nothing but the light of his flashlight. His crossbow is held down in his other hand as they make their way quietly in the echoing corridor. A door on their right keeps making a creaking noise, pushing out every so often, only to be pushed back in again from hitting the body of a walker on the ground. 

“Must've missed it last night,” Oscar says softly from behind him.

“It’s probably just one or two of ‘em,” Daryl says, his voice low and rough as he approaches the door. He pushes his finger against it, closing the door again, “Don’t look like they got much fight,” he pauses, and continues down, “they ain’t goin anywhere, I’ll take care of em on the way back,”

Suddenly footsteps are hurrying down the hall, flashlight bouncing off the walls and they spin on their heels, Daryl raising his light up high in the face of someone short with a sheriff’s hat on. Carl.

“Hey, kid,” Daryl gruffs. Carl nods to him, catching his breath as he says, “I wanted to come along, was helpin’ Y/N til she went out on a run with Glenn and Maggie,” 

Daryl’s heart stutters at the news of her leaving without telling him. He knew he was deep inside the prison, and she probably didn’t want to come searching for him alone. Still, the knot in his stomach tightens, the familiar unease rising whenever he doesn’t know where she is. He swallows the feeling down and nods at Carl before turning his flashlight back down the hallway, trying to push the racing thoughts of her out of his mind.

"You know," he begins, trying to distract himself, "my mom—she liked her wine, liked to smoke in bed." He checks behind a door, flashing his light as he peeks in before turning to Carl again. "Virginia Slims. I was playin' out in the neighborhood with Y/N." His flashlight travels along the wall, his hand twitching at the memory of her. His mind itches to know where she is now. "We had it easy with Merle gone. One day, we heard sirens nearby, gettin’ louder. We jumped on my beat-up bike and ran after it, hopin’ to see somethin’ worth seein’." The memory plays in his head like a fog, pulling him back to a world long gone, when things were simpler—when life was good, with her.

"We got around the corner, and everyone was outside—other friends from the neighborhood, the neighbors—hell, everyone was lookin’ at me. Firetrucks everywhere. It was my house they were there for. That was my mom in bed. Burnt down to nothin’." He shakes his head, the image still vivid in his mind. "That’s the hard part. You know, she was just gone—erased. Nothin’ left of her." He can see it clear as day: people standing around, gawking at him. Neighborhood kids with their parents, staring. Y/N’s big eyes, filled with tears, her gaze grounding him even then. "People said it was for the best." He scoffs. "I don’t know. Just made it seem like it wasn’t real, ya know?"

“I shot my mom,” 

Daryl looks down at Carl, and lowers his flashlight. Jesus. This poor kid.

“She was out, hadn’t turned yet. I ended it. It was real.” there's a pause as he looks down, “sorry about your mom,”

“Sorry about yours,” Daryl grumbles back, looking the kid in his eye. They stand in silence for a long moment, the weight of shared loss hanging between them. Then, without another word, they continue down the hall.

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You

The car’s tires squeal as you come to a stop, dust and debris kicking up around you as the vehicle pulls up to an old store. The world outside is still, eerily quiet.

“We’re clear outside,” you say, eyes scanning the area for any signs of walkers. Maggie is already approaching Glenn, who’s prepping to open the chain on the door. They share a quiet moment before he pulls her in for a kiss. You blush, turning away quickly.

“I thought this wasn’t a date?” you tease them, catching their attention as they break apart, smiling in your direction.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Maggie says with a soft smile, glancing between you and Glenn. He chuckles, turning toward the building, wire cutters in hand.

“Guys, I’m going to keep to the perimeter, in case anything shows up,” you call, pointing your thumb over your shoulder, “I’ll meet you back here at the car.”

Glenn positions the wire cutters on the thick chain around the door as Maggie looks back at you. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she squints. “Don’t go too far,” she calls, her voice laced with concern.

You nod, giving her a quick wave before moving toward the edge of the lot.

Instead of staying in the open, you decide to keep close to the treeline, your footsteps quieter in the shade of the woods. The sun feels oppressive in the open lot, even now that the weather is cooling, but here, the trees provide some relief from the heat and from view. You take slow, careful steps, your eyes darting between the trees as you walk further around the store, sticking to the shadows.

The woods seem calm, but that’s never a guarantee. You know how quickly things can change.

As you move deeper into the tree cover, something catches your eye in the distance—a flash of movement, just beyond the thick brush. You stop, heart pounding, staring into the woods. It wasn’t a walker, at least not the slow, shuffling kind. You can hear the footsteps–more purposeful.

You frown, squinting through the trees. Was it an animal? A person? Curiosity gnaws at you, and against your better judgment, you step off the path and head toward where you saw the movement. Just a quick check, you tell yourself, to make sure it’s not a threat. If it’s nothing, you’ll circle back.

Pushing through the undergrowth, you move quietly, knife in hand. The forest is dense, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. You pause, listening, but there’s nothing—just the steady thrum of your own heartbeat.

You’re about to turn back when a low groan reaches your ears. Walkers. And they’re close. You quickly scan the area, but they’re nowhere in sight yet. You take a few cautious steps forward, trying to get a sense of their direction. You hear them again, louder this time. You crouch behind a tree, peering through the brush.

Suddenly, two walkers stumble into view, emerging from the dense woods just ahead of you. Your breath catches. They haven’t seen you yet, but they’re moving in your direction.

You don’t reach for your gun. That would only draw more attention. Instead, you grip your knife tightly and move closer, staying low to the ground. You approach the first walker swiftly, slashing through its skull before it can react. It drops to the ground with a quiet thud.

The second one turns toward you, snarling loudly, and you drive your knife into its head, silencing it.

You exhale, standing over the bodies, but before you can move, more groans echo from behind you. You freeze. There are more.

This time, you don’t stop to fight. You glance toward the woods, realizing you’ve strayed further from the store than you intended. The car is too far to even see, and the walkers are closing in, cutting off your path back. You don’t have time to think, only to act.

You bolt into the woods, weaving through the trees as fast as you can. The sound of footsteps and groaning follows, but you keep moving, pushing through branches and brush, your breath coming in sharp, quick bursts. You can feel them behind you, but you can’t stop. Not yet.

The trees start to thin out ahead, and you push harder, stumbling through the undergrowth. You’ve lost sight of the store. The woods seem to close in around you, unfamiliar and disorienting. You can only hope Maggie and Glenn are safe.

Ahead, a small rocky incline catches your eye. You make a split-second decision, scrambling up the rocks to put some distance between you and the walkers. From the top, you can see the horde moving in the direction you came from. You’ve gained ground, but you’re separated now, deep in the woods, and there’s no turning back. You’d have to find your way back to the prison on your own, and you prayed Glenn and Maggie would just leave when they realized you weren’t there with them. You hoped they wouldn’t go looking for you. 

[konigsblog]

God I want König to use his knives on me. Fuck me with the hilt of his combat knife, threaten to use the other end if I’m not good, slice my clothes off, hold the blade to my throat while he pounds into me and makes fun of me for liking it so much hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

he uses his prettiest knifes on you :( his pretty girl getting fucked by the handle of the knife, whining and mewling softly through sloppy, messy kisses!!! it usually happens after a failed misson, his knfie slicing off your gorgeous bra and panties 'til you're all bare and naked, slick and wet!!! könig's stiff length pushed into you while he forces you to suck and lick at the handle, covered in your sweet slick as he pounds into you sore hole :((((

a desperate whine leaves through your soft lips, arching your back further into his size as he slams against you!!! you're sobbing and whining, the pleasure too much as he presses the sharp knfie against your neck, threatening you with his gaze through the mask. “dirty girl, getting all wet off of this..” he chuckles lowly, slamming against you with his broad, large hips and his big, heavy cock pushed into your slick, tight hole :((( mmh', you're all humilated and everything!!! getting embarrassed as you squirt around his size 🎀

[knifeforsale]

AVATAR AV2 DUAL BLADE | LISTING

[twstedforyou]

I'm surprised not everyone knew you were alive, I usually got notifications from your YouTube channel whenever you started a live stream, and your twitch so..╏⁠ ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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