#knife nut

[dynamite124]

If you ask Taliesin to peel an orange for you, he'll do it without question. 🍊

But not because he cares for you or because you asked nicely. Give him a reason to use Berwhale and he'll take it in a heartbeat.

[tim-jackson]

My personal chef knife finished.

Brute de forge

O1 tool steel 9” blade with a 2” heal

[harryzroze]

i think he gets it, wade

[thatswhatsushesaid]

man, but like.... why is there a contingent of jiang cheng stans who are incapable of stanning their special guy (totally justifiably! i support you!!) without shitting on jin guangyao in the process? why are these fans capable of doing deep narrative dives to understand and contextualize jiang cheng's justifiable actions re: wei wuxian and the wen remnants pre-timeskip, who write thoughtful screeds in defence of his feelings of anger and betrayal vis-a-vis the golden core reveal, but lose that capability entirely the second jin guangyao shows up?

is it because jin guangyao is mean to jiang cheng while trying to not get murdered as his whole life collapses around him? jiang cheng is a big boy, jin guangyao's carefully calculated spiel to provoke him during the guanyin temple confrontation doesn't even make the list of top ten most traumatic things to happen to him, he'll be fine.

feral jc stans should be friends with feral jgy stans because nobody else likes us 🥲

[orcelito]

What they don't tell you about a true switchblade is that it is a marvelous stim toy

[flipomatic]

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

[thekleptogram]

Roman Knifes Gerri! All in a days work!

[pretty-kitten-paw]

OK but the hottest thing about when my gf scraped the knife over my ass wasn't the tingling sensation or the fear, it was the look on my sis' face everytime the knife moved, gasping and shaking for me as the blade reflected menacingly in the window

[lavampira]

ngl I kinda want to give d’alia a more fucked up pixie cut than what she already has going on during HW

[blluntrotation]

headcanon/what if?? time

what if smithy used to be like a toy maker but something happened idk what, people fucking hated them or something and smithy was like, fuck this and started making weapons and became hungry for power because, honestly idk

then after years and years of making weaponry his mind stumbled upon the past, the undeniable fact that he does miss those days of just simply making toys. then he decided to make a toy that plays tribute to both of his creations that he used to and now makes. the geno doll, a hybrid between a toy and a weapon. smithy calls it the bridge between toys and weapons and finds it a very special creation of himself, a creation he wou always hold dear.

until one day where he shows his weapons his beautiful creations, then accidentally dropping it off the edge of the weapon world like a fucking idiot and somehow it flying out of exors mouth, falling onto a planet and landed right into the home of a lonesome toad boy who wished he had a toy to play with.

[tim-jackson]

1095 cable 416 stainless steel guard forged

should be 15” blade 24” overall

[ohanny]

... i couldn't resist

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - Body Drop - blood/injury cw

assassin!Klaus/fence!Caroline au is what i've been working on recently. just hit over 10k on this file, feeling p good abt it!

Part One here Part Two here

A faint scrape of a shoe against cement where none should be and the flutter of the curtain covering the hallway to the back storeroom were the only warnings she had to drop, the tablet clattering to the ground. The first shot went wide over her head as she grabbed her handgun under the counter with one hand and smashed the lockdown button with the other. There was a curse and then a crashing noise as Caroline popped her head back up, thumbing the safety on the Ruger P90, and was nearly distracted from the Assassins-R-Us looking asshole in all black fallen back against the row of display cases on the counter behind the front desk by Klaus—who seemed to have vaulted the counter in the few seconds she was down—looking menacing and holding a knife on them. It wasn’t the knife he’d been eyeing earlier, no that knife was currently sticking out of the other person’s shoulder, the handgun they’d been shooting held weakly in their hand and pointed at the ground. 

It was obnoxiously hot, seeing Klaus in his element.

“We can do this the hard way, and I can make a mess of Caroline’s nice floors. I’m sure she will be very put out about it, but I wager I can convince her to forgive me. I’m hoping with dinner. Or you can tell us why you’re here making such stupid decisions and I won’t kill you slowly.” Klaus’ voice was conversational, generous even as he backed up enough to keep Caroline and her lowered .45 at the edge of his sight.

Wait, did he say he wanted to take her to dinner? Dinner like a date dinner? Was that what the password nonsense was about, was he flirting with her? As the assassin made a jerky motion toward Caroline that Klaus fended off with a warning jab of his knife, she snapped back to the important matters at hand.

The assassin stepped back towards the back counter, and then, staying silent, quickly reached for the gun with their good hand. Caroline ignored the pounding adrenaline, aimed, and shot through the triceps of that arm. The masked person let out a short expletive as the gun fumbled from their hands and clattered to the floor, their other arm jerking back. It took effort to squish down the curl of pleasure that rose through her as Klaus tilted his head and hummed a pleased little noise.

“It will go easier for you if you start talking,” Caroline said, annoyed, “I want to know how you got in here, and I want to know who sent you.” Getting into the security system wouldn’t be impossible, it would just be very, very hard, and would definitely trip her alarms if someone tried a brute force code breaker on the passcodes to her outer and inner security doors. She squashed a moment of panic when she considered that someone may have tortured the codes out of Enzo, and squeezed her handgun’s grip a little tighter.

The masked person clutched at the knife in their shoulder and started to tug with a grunt. Caroline considered telling them they shouldn't do that, but Enzo was really on her mind at the moment and frankly, if blood loss made them a little more pliable then she wasn’t going to point out their dumb decisions. Klaus on the other hand seemed to be under no such compunction.

“I’m hoping you’re not here after Caroline because then I'm going to have to make a mess of your insides out of principle, which is definitely going to make her cross.” Klaus’s voice was almost lazy as he watched the person grunt in pain as they pulled the knife from their shoulder, blood leaving a shining wet spot around the rip in the black fabric. He idly flipped his knife in his fingers while his opponent squared off against him, holding the bloodied knife in their not unnoticeably trembling fingers.

“Equally, I hope you’re not here for me: the caliber of assassin being sent is a disgrace. You would think your employer would know better.” Klaus sounded so put out that it was an effort not to laugh.

“You’d have to hunt them down over the insult alone,” Caroline tagged in, as the assassin took a swipe at Klaus and he leaned out of the way almost carelessly.

“I would, it’s true. It’s bad for business, letting that sort of thing slide.” This time, when the assassin tried a stab at Klaus, he met them with a thrust of his own and caught their blade on the hilt of his dagger. With a swift punch by Klaus in their injured shoulder, their hand spasmed, and the knife dropped from their grasp with a grunt of pain. Shoving them away from him, Klaus stepped back to let Caroline train her gun on the intruder, who leaned on the display cases, blood smearing from where it dribbled down their arm and chest.

“Do you feel like you’re in a sharing mood yet? Because I can keep putting holes in you until you feel like talking.” Caroline said, hoping that wouldn’t be the outcome. God, what a mess that would be.

[asterdeer]

things you should have if you have asthma: a rescue inhaler

things i do not have despite the asthma: a rescue inhaler

[orcelito]

At some point soon ish I'll try to gather all my knives up for another group pic. It's been a while since I've taken one. I have so many fucking knives