#knife ment

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sharpsolikarmic: a gender related to albino alligators, knives, arctic wolves, sharp canine teeth, heavy chains, solitude, and the phrase 'IF KARMA DOESN'T HIT YOU, I FUCKING WILL'

[pt: sharpsolikarmic: a gender related to albino alligators, knives, arctic wolves, sharp canine teeth, heavy chains, solitude, and the phrase [caps] 'if karma doesn't hit you, i fucking will' [end caps]. end pt]

for anon! the top three stripes represent solitude, the second and third represent chains and knives, the fourth and fifth represent teeth, albino alligators, and arctic wolves, and the bottom represents the listed phrase. the term is 'sharp' (referencing knives and canine teeth), 'soli' from 'solitude', 'karm' from 'karma', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai | dni link

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flag id: a flag with 5 stripes. in order, they are very dark grey, silver, light silver, bright pinkish-red, and dark pinkish-red. end id.

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kniferotic: a gender related to knives in an erotic way

[pt: kniferotic: a gender related to knives in an erotic way. end pt]

for anon! the top stripe represents a knife handle, the next two represent a knife blade, and the bottom two represent eroticism. the term is 'knife' + 'erotic'!

tags: @mogaigonewild | dni link

[siren-of-agony]

Welcome Home

Masterpost This is a continuation of Mitra's story that I started in Whumpcember. You can read what happens before this here and here

CW: lady whump, claustrophobic imagery, short vomit-mention, knife-mention

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She woke up in total darkness, disoriented and unable to move. Even when she had regained her bearings enough to feel the rough wood pressing in around her, Mitra still couldn’t remember how she had ended up locked in a box too small to be comfortable. Through aching limbs and still hazy thoughts she tried to recall the last memories that led her here.

There was a smile that made her heart beat harder in her chest. Then, calmness. She remembered questions being asked, sounding as if they were coming through a thick fog. Her name, how old she was, where she came from, who’d miss her if she didn’t return soon. What she was good at. What she was doing here. Mitra had answered them all without hesitation. Then nothing, until this.

The wooden box pressed in around her, and she was sure there wasn’t enough air to sustain her. She could neither stretch out her legs completely nor pull them in, and she couldn’t move her arms up to try to push up the top, if not to open it, then at least to give her ribcage more room to move. Her breaths came quickly, short and with no depth to them. There was no oxygen coming to her lungs, she knew it. Her heart raced. Tears rolled down her face and trickled into her ears, dampening her hearing, and she couldn’t even wipe them away. She was vaguely aware she was shaking, but even so, the box shook around her to a different rhythm. She felt sick, and this sent up new panic up her spine. If she’d threw up, here, without being able to move-

Her thoughts were interrupted. Only now, as they seemed to have stopped did she realize what the rattling and rumbling around her had been. She must be on some kind of cart, they were driving, and now, they had stopped.

She heard hinges creaking, steps, then things around her lifted, carried out. Wood scraping over wood, right above her. There had been boxes over her. She was truly trapped.

Then, she felt herself move. What felt like her coffin got lifted, not quite gracefully. She tried to braze herself against the walls, unsuccessfully. Her head got hit against the hard wood more than once. 

She felt herself set down, and then the top started to lift. The light flooding in burned in her eyes, but she only allowed herself to keep them closed for a few seconds. She needed to know where she was, what was going on.

It was easier, looking up the second time, but that was also thanks to someone now leaning over her, blocking out the sun. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but then she recognized him.

The circus director was looking at her, the bored disinterest on his face not less terrifying than the smile she had remembered not long ago.

“Ah, good, she’s awake already,” he said to no one in particular. Then, he focused on someone Mitra couldn’t see. “Alba, help her up.”

Another figure came into view then, but her eyes had more problems adjusting this time. A dark shadow leaned over her and gripped her arms. She felt herself being pulled up. The strong hands almost hurt, but she was still glad for the stability they gave. Her legs prickled. They had fallen asleep and were in no condition to hold her up. Only when she was face to face with the woman did she recognize her, did her memory truly come back.

Mitra had been worried about a rude stranger, and somehow, that seemed to have landed her in big trouble.

She searched the face opposite her for answers, for help, for anything, but all she found was yet another disinterested expression. This one seemed less natural, though. The lips were pressed together in a straight line and the eyes were staring right through her. This mask of neutrality seemed hard fought for. 

Before Mitra could say anything, she felt herself being spun around. The other’s hands still gripped strongly around her biceps, and she wasn’t sure if they were supposed to help or just ensured she didn’t run away. She looked around for the first time, and realized there were other people. None of them looked in their direction. It seemed intentional, the way no one even acknowledged her existence. They seemed to be busy erecting the big circus tent, as well as a barrier around the camp. Through the gaps left, she looked out and saw a small town she didn’t recognize. She had no idea where she was. Even without the hands keeping her here, she wouldn’t even know where to run to.

Movement right in front of her brought her focus back. The circus director had stepped closer, and he was holding a small knife. He was smiling again, like a hunter who had just one of his traps had worked. Mitra took a step away from him, but felt her back hit the woman still holding her, who didn’t move at all. She couldn’t escape. 

The knife came towards her face, and she closed her eyes. At least she wouldn’t need to see. The cold metal touched her cheek, grazed over her tense jaw muscles. But it didn’t cut her skin. 

One quick move, next to her ear, a fast sound, and she felt his presence step away. She opened her eyes, just in time to see him put a lock of her hair into a small vial and store it away into his suit jacket. 

She was caught somewhere between fear and confusion. She could feel herself trying to ask what was going on, but the breath she had held escaped her lips as soon as she opened them to form words.

The man now looked behind her again. “I’ll have to make sure camp is set up correctly. You bring her to the free wagon. I’ll give her the tour tomorrow.”

With a last hungry look into Mitra’s direction, he turned around and walked away in the direction of the tent. Behind her, she felt the woman tense up, then relax slightly. Then, one hand dropped from her arm, and she was pulled by the other.

“Come on,” the woman - Alba, Mitra reminded herself - said, her tone still cold, hiding all emotion. 

Mitra finally found her own voice again, but all of her questions about what was going on, where they were, what was going to happen to her, went unanswered.

They ended up in front of a small wagon. Alba led her in, took the few steps up behind her, as if making sure Mitra wouldn’t run. She should have still tried, maybe.

Instead, she stepped into a cramped room, mostly taken up by storage. a thin cot in one corner was the only thing identifying this as living quarters.

She turned around. Alba was standing in the door frame, her dark silhouette blocking almost all the light. “Please-” Mitra stopped herself, unsure what she even wanted to ask for.

Alba said something in return, it was barely a whisper, but Mitra was still sure she had heard “I’m sorry.” Alba shook her head, and this time, her voice was louder, harder, cold. “I told you to leave. This is your own damn fault.”

Then, she turned around and closed the door. After a few seconds of quiet, she heard a lock click. Now, she was truly trapped.

She still ran to the door, trying to get it open, begging Alba not to go, to explain to her what was happening. But all she got as an answer were what sounded like two pairs of footsteps, walking away.

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Taglist: @i-can-even-burn-salad @suspicious-whumping-egg @winedark-whump @whumpawoman @yesthisiswhump @painful-pooch @whump-in-the-moonlight @dont-touch-my-soup (If you want to be taken off or included, please let me know!)

[lilacs-stash]

I don't think I've posted this

[23z567]

My clown design :)) also working on remaking my zam design

[mollyrocker]

Drew freaks to cope about new episode coming up.. more to come mayhaps because these cat freaks have been my main focus and i havent drawn kitties or anything lately soooo

ii requests for a wc design would b awesome but its niche so i doubt im gonna get reqs iywgvwggt

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Me: why my head hurt

Me yesterday: (slamming it into a wall repeatedly cuz I couldn't find a knife)

[greysprunki]

hai :3

-tosses you a sharp knife into your hands and explodes. Also gives you a sickness cause sicknesses spread from blood too-

(P.S.: the sickness is just like problems digesting things so uh)

tw: blood and Emetophobia under the cut cause anon decided to make Grey whiteness the horrors in front of his eyes why anon why are you traumatizing him like this he just made this blog 🤩 also this is ->/ooc

*Grey held the knife in shock. It looked like he actually killed someone. He doesn’t know that you gave him an illness and it hasn’t kicked in, but he already felt bile rise up his throat cause of this scene, but that didn’t let it distract him.*

*he went over to you, looking at your corpse. Your lifeless, gory corpse with your insides exposed. He gently grabbed you, carefully...*

“...y-you awake...? Can you... hear me?- no, that’s stupid. Your a-already... geez. What if someone sees this.....”

*he looked around, trying see if anyone is watching... he still had the knife in hand. This is really bad. What if another Sprunki see’s this and decides to tell the others and it spreads around like fire? What if another Sprunki sees this and tells the cops?? What if another Sprunki that’s his friend see’s this and he is no longer friends with anyone???*

[biolizardboils]

WE OPENING THE GATES OF HELL WITH THIS ONE 🔥💍💍💍💍💍💍💍

Songs used:

Who Brings A Knife To A Gunfight? by Zebrahead (CW: Mild swearing)

Seven Rings In Hand by Steve Conte, Runblebee, Fumie Kumatani

YouTube Link // SoundCloud Link

[lilacs-stash]

[theminecraftgay]

Manga redraw!!! I love them so much, they mean the world to me

Original / no text below!!

(Commission me!)

[golden-web]

“It’s just for two days Finley,” my dad says releasing me from his hug. He and Cory were going on a college trip, her dad had a big deadline coming up.

“You two have fun,” he says from the kitchen. “What do you want for supper Finley?”

“Don’t care,” I mumble.

“Mac and cheese,” Cory says as she rounds the corner. She punches my shoulder. “Behave yourself now.” She winks and heads out the door.

“So ready to fly the nest,” Mr. Toller shakes his head. My dad gives him a kiss and follows Cory out the door.

Me and Mr. Toller always got along, but after he and my dad got engaged it got kinda hard. I don’t know why, but it did. Maybe cause he’s the only one in the house that doesn’t know. Who knows, not me.

I use homework as my excuse and Mr. Toller uses his project deadline as his.

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So much blood. The long knife drips the dark red goo.

“Again!” Isa Riggs bark from somewhere I can’t see. The person in front of me flops over dead. I move to the next chair and pull off the mask.

“Please don’t hurt me flipper,” my dad pleads. Without hesitation I slice through his neck.

“Again!”

Mr. Barnes stares at me with vacant eyes, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save—” He hits the floor before he can finish.

“Again!”

“Please Fin, you don’t—”

My hand shakes a bit as I swallow down the bile.

“Do it Spider!” Isa barks.

“Finley. Please.” I stare at the knife. I stare at Cory.

“I’m sorry Cory I… I have too, they’ll—” armed men bust into the room. I try to hit them with my knife but there blows are too fast.

“Always to weak little spider,” Isa spits. I see my chance and block her hands and go for her throat.

“Finley!!!” She screams.

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“Finley.” What? I blink again and Isa transform into Mr. Toller. I quickly pull my hands off his neck and scoot to the back of my bed.

“Are…” he waves me off and sits on my bed grabbing his throat.

“Are you okay,” he gasps.

“Are you okay?” I stutter. He nods and takes a few deep breaths. I see my hand marks already causing swelling on his neck. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No,” he insists. “I’m fine really, just a little scared. What happened? Bad dream?”

“Something like that,” I murmur.

“Do you need-”

“I’m good,” I snap. He nods sullenly. He’s the one that should be yelling at me. “It was kinda a dream, kinda a memory.” I offer up.

“Is it from when…” Mr. Toller thinks about his words.

“Kidnapped?” I offer. It’s the closest and most realistic excuse any of us could think of.

“I don’t know what happened to you, when you weren’t here, and you never have to tell me. Just know I’m here to listen. I just wanna be a good, parent? No adult? I don’t know, in your life. Everyone needs more of those.”

“Yea,” I let out a sigh. “You’re a great dad. I don’t know if I’d call you mine, respectfully, but you are in away.”

“I get it.” We sit in silence for a while, Mr. Tollers heartbeat evens out, so maybe we don’t need to go to the hospital.

I could’ve killed you.

The tears well up a bit before Me. Toller notices.

“Finley, hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” a sob hitches in the back of my throat. “You deserve to know, I…”

“No I don’t!” He snaps. “You don’t owe me anything Finley. I know messed up shit has happened to you. I know though that my daughter loves you. So much. Your dad loves you so much, he’s so proud of you. I love you Finley, not in the same way, at least not yet. But you will never owe me, or anyone ever, an explanation. It’s okay.”

“I…” I break into tears as he rubs my back. I tense slightly. Your safe. I’m safe.

[i-3at-s0ap]

You know you're having a good day when you can't go into the kitchen because there are knives in there and your emotional state keeps getting worse because if you can't enter the kitchen you can't eat and if you don't eat you feel worse

[a-queer-sub-baby-2]

I have a wonderful copper pocket knife, razor sharp, that would be perfect for lightly tracing words and designs across your skin. Little crimson lines blossoming across your body, staining your skin and the sheets. The sight of you covered in dozens of bleeding marks would send me into a frenzy. I'd have to feed on you. Get my mouth on you. My teeth in you. Maybe I'll give myself a little cut and let you drink from me as well. Would you want to drink from me as I fill you with my cum, kitten?

💦

Miss, while I do like some knife play, can we please tone it down a little? I have a history of self harm and this one was a little much for me. There's a difference between claws and accidental cutting vs deliberate knife cuts. I know you didn't know so I'm not worried, but let's keep it to claws and teeth. Or knives if you aren't repeatedly cutting me with intention.

However, I do welcome your teeth in me 🥺👉👈

And I'd love to lick at and drink up your blood while you cum in me. Just sucking hard in the cut, leaving a pretty bruise around it.

[npdlangley]

i harbour a lot of anger / bitterness in me i dont like being me