#knive

[luisif3r]

i saw you smiling at another man

[hold-fast-and-rise]

[menacinmasochist]

Shu x Yui (Dark)

“Please…! I’ve had enough..! It hurts so much!” She sobbed, of course it was going to hurt, I was purposely cutting her deeply. My fangs should be enough for her but lately she’s been acting up. Thinking I’m too lazy or too in my own head to realize what she’s been doing, fucking around with other guys. I’m not stupid but she’s not my girlfriend so i technically shouldn’t give a shit. And honestly I don’t, I enjoy indulging in her blood, and I enjoy having sex with her but that’s about it…hurting her like this gives me great satisfaction as well, I’m usually never this energetic but I caught her fucking one of those mukami bastards, the one that looks just like Edgar, it kind of hit a nerve for me. She looked like she was having the time of her life with him and here I came in ruining her short lived fun.

I lick my blade before I stab it into her lower abdomen. She lets out a sharp gasp before giving me a horrified look. “Shu..are you trying to kill me..?!” She asks me, I let out a sadistic chuckle. “Maybe..” I tell her as I grab her jaw, clutching it firmly. “I forgot how much fun it was torturing you” she looks like she’s about to be sick to her stomach, I’m truly having the time of life here.

“Why am I being punished…I don’t understand”

“You chose me to protect you or whatever..and then you go and get yourself fucked by the Mukamis..are you sure you don’t understand why you’re being punished..?”

“He came onto me..! How is that my fault??”

“Oh..so you were raped?”

Her face flushed away and you could see guilt in her eyes.

“I heard you calling out his name…your moans were like music to my ears, you were in so much pleasure”

“That’s not-“ she began to say but I cut her off, pushing her down. She winced at the sudden movement and the fact she hit her head. Maybe I am being too violent..but I don’t really care if she dies right now, like Laito says, that means her soul will be mine forever…not that I want to be haunted but I wouldn’t mind it.

“I’m losing too much blood..” she whispers out then blacks out into a deep sleep. I look up at the moon, still full and potent. I take her numb body and chain her up by the wall. The blood smelled so sweet, sticking to her skin like that, the wounds I created were oozing less than before. I plop myself down across the wall from her , watching as she slept, I close my eyes too and drift into a light sleep.

[dunkelfuerstin]

Shattered Trust

[popeakahengstenberger176]

[noplastix]

[luisif3r]

repost!

[shadowymetalhead]

Can we make this a thing

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

[sophiehelgagoughfives]

calm down guys, it's only the 8th

[endivinity]

BABY NEED KNIFE.

[street-of-mercy]

Opening Tumblr on March 15th

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Antique 19thc Rotating Hidden Knife Wall Box Primitive Whale Tail Top ebay 1dunlove - Spring Valley Antiques

[lili-home-to-embraces-and-hugs]

The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.

okay so. picture this:

the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.

and that is exactly why it became sacred.

because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.

next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.

and thus it began.

Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:

You sit there? No one speaks to you.

You cry? No you didn’t.

You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.

If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.

Dick (sitting on the couch):

Damian: Grayson, are you—

Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.

Jason: I don’t make the rules.

Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.

Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.

one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.

tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”

jason: ���that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”

bonus:

once bruce sits on it.

and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.

tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”

they all leave. immediately.

the couch is not ready for bruce.

extra bonus:

alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.

[skipppppy]

[milksnakeskin]

yes me. I hold.