#forged knife

[shadowsteelforge]

One I kept....

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[lunarlightforge]

Damascus dagger with elk bone handle is done!! This one is spoken for. Keep an eye out for more daggers! Been having fun making them lately. Thanks everyone!!

#lunarlightforge #handforged #handmade #hand forged #handcrafted #viking #vikings #knife #leatherwork #bushcraft #dagger #damascus dagger #damascusknife #bone #bonehandle #elkbone

[admiraltx]

Giraffe bone for this everyday carry

#hand forged #damascus steel #texas made #knives #knife

[cashmire-writes]

New fic!

Another BatPham server secret Santa treat fic released! So much fluff. Pure fluff.

Love is a hand forged knife

Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Summary: Danny meets this nerdy guy who offers to help him with his English homework. Not only is this man funny with way more appreciation for the classics than Danny has, but he's a great cook and he likes spending time with Danny. Maybe that's what leads him to take up blacksmithing classes and making him a knife.

Little does Danny know, that's a sign of love and devotion for ghosts.

#dpxdc #love is a hand forged knife #cashmire #ao3 #cashmire writes

[take-a-dip-in-the-deadpool]

Me, who’s never done anything remotely close to forging a knife before, watching Forged in Fire: YOURE GOING TO WATER QUENCH?!?! YOU DUMB FUCKING IDIOT!!

#forged in fire #knife forging #crucible

[handcraftknives]

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#knives #damascusknives #knife #knivesedc #handmadeknives #forging #outdoor #forgedinfire #huntingknives #tacticalknives

[blackberry-jam]

HABIT really is out there inventing intricate rituals to touch the skin of other men when it comes to Vinny but with everyone else it’s like oh welcome to your own personal hell. What’s up with that huh.

#pov you are the eldritch horror’s personal scrunkly blorbo and it’s NOT fun #emh #everymanhybrid #everyman hybrid #emh spoilers #I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIM FORGING A GODKILLING KNIFE WITH VINNY #LIKE YOU DID NOT HAVE TO DO THAT #BESTIE WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE #some people read homoerotic subtext into things because they want men to kiss #I read homoerotic subtext into things because I have eyes and ears. against my will I might add

[kaurwreck]

scrolling down your blog is like,,, enrichment. i’ve been too exhausted to read anything for months (idk why, i just sit at home and do chores and wait for application results) but DANG are you motivating me. also dostoyevskys brand of psychoanalysis in his novels is weird at face value, but if you read one of his novels MY GOD does it come together like lightning in a storm. have you ever read tolstoy?

This is going to reflect so badly on me, but my aversion to Dostoevsky is less that I thought it might be weird, and more that I grew up around addicts and convicts and those who lived when they should've died thrice over and the philosophies born thereof, so I dismissed that there could be any further insight left for me in the valleys. But in reading Dostoevsky in the Face of Death and Problems of Dostoevsky's Poetics, I was reminded that my own rabidity can't be divorced from addicts and convicts and those who lived when they should've died thrice over and the philosophies born thereof, and that there's wisdom in viscera.

I have not read Tolstoy, but from what I've heard, he's polished and layered and intentional, so I would probably enjoy him immensely.

Also, I'm not sure what application results you're waiting for, but waiting where there's any tension is taxing. It will wring you dry; it's impressive enough that you're maintaining chores. I'm glad I can help provide enrichment and motivation in the meantime, but while it may not feel like you're doing much, neither was Atlas by that same logic— all he had to do, after all, was stand around and carry the weight of the world.

#i dont think i was human for the entire 2.5 months I was waiting on bar results #i was DEF not human while interviewing for this job or waiting on college and law school apps #also while job hunting between undergrad and law school #i spent a solid month either staring at a ceiling and listening to misanthropic drunken loner #or sitting in a bathtub and listening to pressure by my brightest diamond #i learned knife forging that summer just to survive

[papacopia-crucified]

😂😂😂😂😂 same energy

#it reminds me of that meme when the toddler tells his mom that he had a knife in his hand #the band ghost #cardinal copia #plushia is at it again #he wanna stole cheese 🧀 #for his rats #papa emeritus iv #ghost meme #tobias forge #ghost the band

[erieforage]

Started make a knife for friend 80crv. More cut and grind than forged but still fun. Quenched done the handle, final grind, teeth, and finish next weekend..

#knife making #forge #Erie

[shadowsteelforge]

Had this one suited up.....John White Leather

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[lunarlightforge]

New dagger!! This one is available as well! Send me a dm for more info! Thanks everyone!!

#lunarlightforge #handforged #handmade #hand forged #handcrafted #viking #vikings #knife #leatherwork #bushcraft #dagger #athamedagger #athame

[admiraltx]

Dyed box elder for the handle

Chad Cunningham, maker

#hand forged #damascus steel #texas made #knives #knife

[whump-card]

Forged Divinity Chapter 2: Phineas Kills Some Bandits

1292 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, gun violence, knife violence, murder, noncon kiss

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Exodus 21:24

Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.

~~~

“If you were going to steal me anyway, why not do it outright?”

The sun was rising, filtering through the dense trees and a smattering of clouds, and with it came the Iowan’s confidence. Phineas and Leannan had been walking for about half an hour before Leannan started asking questions.

“You could have shot the merchant as soon as you saw me, couldn’t you?”

Finally losing patience, Phineas stopped and turned to look at Leannan.

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.”

Leannan shook his head, looking suitably cowed.

“Of course not, Phineas. I’m sorry, Phineas.”

Phineas narrowed their eyes, considering.

“Iowans are sworn to secrecy, right?”

Leannan nodded eagerly.

“It’s a sacred vow. We cannot share any secrets that anyone tells us.”

“What happens if you do?”

“God happens,” Leannan said simply, “He brings down divine retribution.”

Phineas turned their head away to roll their eyes. Unlike most people, they didn’t believe in God, and they were skeptical of the reasons behind the Great Fall, the executions, the burnings. But if it made the Iowan more obedient, they weren’t about to disparage his faith. They’d play along.

“Aright,” Phineas rolled their shoulders, “I didn’t shoot her with my gun because I carry a bigass gun everywhere. Too obvious. I left someone else’s calling card. Someone who deserves some trouble.”

“Why carry a gun if you can never use it?”

“Did I say that? I don’t think I fuckin’ said that.”

“Yes, Phineas, sorry, Phineas.”

“Shut up and walk.” Phineas picked up the pace again, and Leannan was left with no choice but to follow.

~~~

Phineas halted when they reached the edge of an ancient superhighway. It stretched out, wide and cracked, scattered with weeds and small, struggling trees. To their right it extended southward, and but to the left it was interrupted by a hulking mass spanning its width.

“What’s that?” Leannan breathed, with genuine curiosity.

“The Dead Blockade,” Phineas explained, “It was a border, a long time ago.”

Once just a building accompanied by covered lanes, the checkpoint had been added on to over the years – reinforcements of sheet metal, tanks, spiked barriers and cinderblock walls. It was all being eaten away by the elements now, and looked grainy and ragged, overgrown with kudzu.

“It’s no man’s land now,” Phineas continued, “It doesn’t guard anything – but sometimes bandits camp it out and try to extract a toll.”

Phineas took off their rifle and backpack, crouching down and unfolding the gun’s bipod legs. They set it down aimed towards the blockade, getting down on their stomach and putting their eye to the little telescope that rode atop the weapon.

Silence stretched, and Leannan shifted nervously from foot to foot. Then Phineas finally spoke.

“Jes, I see the fuckers,” they said, “Get down and cover your ears.” They retrieved a pair of protective headphones from their backpack and put them on.

Leannan hunkered down, pressing his hands over his ears. He had never seen a gun in action before, much less one being prepared to shoot. He watched as Phineas performed near-ritualistic actions, sliding levers and attaching pieces from the side pockets of their backpack before finally settling again onto their stomach, their eye to the sights.

For much longer than Leannan was comfortable with, nothing happened. Phineas barely moved a muscle.

When the gun did go off, even with his ears covered, it was one of the loudest things Leannan had ever heard. It sent a shock down to his core, and he couldn’t help but tremble. Phineas, on the other hand, remained as cool as a cucumber; they moved a lever up, back, then forward and down; a moment later, they fired again.

Phineas fired four shots total, each one making Leannan nearly jump out of his skin. After the fourth shot Phineas sat still for a long time, each second that ticked by making Leannan’s anticipation of the next shot worse. But a fifth shot never came, and eventually Phineas sat up from the ground and began performing their weapon’s ritual in reverse.

“You got them all?” Leannan asked as soon as Phineas took their headphones off.

“As far as I can tell,” Phineas replied, hoisting their backpack and rifle onto their shoulders, “Still need to be careful.”

The two of them approached the Dead Blockade, eyes darting to every shadow, every vine that rustled in the wind.

“Stay close to me,” Phineas ordered, drawing a large knife from their belt as they moved into a narrow passage through the barrier. Phineas emerged from the other side and walked a few steps, detecting nothing.

“I think…”

“Drop your weapons!” someone screeched. Leannan cried out.

Phineas spun to see a scruffy bandit standing behind Leannan, one hand gripping the Iowan’s curls and the other holding a knifepoint to the side of his throat. Leannan was a picture of terror, his raised hands trembling and his throat bobbing.

Phineas sighed. If it were them, if they’d been alone, they would have twisted out of the bandit’s grasp and dispatched them already. But now they had this… thing tagging along, making everything complicated. It had better be worth the payout.

“What do you want, bandito?”

“You killed my friends!” the bandit shouted, swinging the knife out briefly to point at Phineas, scraping Leannan’s neck in the process, “Monster!”

“Jes, jes, what do you want?” Phineas asked impatiently.

“I want – I want…” The bandit’s eyes darted around wildly before settling on the bead of blood building on Leannan’s neck. “The fuck?”

It was not the expected bright crimson, but instead a dark maroon. The bandit pulled Leannan’s head down to the side to expose the injury better.

“Phineas…” Leannan whimpered.

“Holy shit,” the bandit breathed, “You’re one of those magic whores. Holy shit!” His eyes snapped back up to Phineas. “You just start walking! Start walking, and keep walking! Holy shit…” Unable to resist, he turned his attention back to Leannan, licking a long line up the side of the Iowan’s bloody neck.

Phineas threw their knife.

Leannan let out a short scream as the knife thunked into the eye socket of the bandit. The bandit’s own knife dropped to the ground as he released it and Leannan’s hair, his hands groping his face as he stumbled backwards one, two steps before collapsing onto the cracked pavement.

Leannan spun to watch, pressing one hand to his mouth and crossing himself with the other. Once the bandit was still, he turned on Phineas.

“You could have hit me, asshole!”

Phineas smirked.

“But I didn’t, did I.”

Leannan sputtered as Phineas walked over and pulled their knife out of the bandit’s head, wiping the blade on the corpse’s shirt.

“I bet these guys have sleeping bags you can take,” they said, “Let’s find their camp.”

“I don’t want someone else’s dirty old sleeping bag!” Leannan raised his voice, finally snapping, “I’m not made to live like this! I’m not made to rough it in the wilderness! You need to sell me to someone with an actual goddamn house!”

“Oh, believe me, that’s the plan.” Phineas moved in close to Leannan, catching his jaw before he could move away. They lifted his chin, inspecting the scrape.

“You should clean that. Who knows where that guy’s been.”

“I’m immune to most diseases and infections, remember?” Leannan grumbled.

“Handy, that.” Phineas’ grip became bruisingly tight, and they leaned in and kissed Leannan on the mouth. Leannan made a small noise, but didn’t push them away. When Phineas released him and stepped back, he stared at them questioningly.

“I like you better when you’re feisty,” Phineas explained, “And what can I say?” they sheathed their knife and spread their hands wide with a crooked smile, “Killing people turns me on.”

~~~

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[deankarolina]

end of the year means I’m thinking very important thoughts obviously

and it’s attempting to decide if i should get into knife throwing or axe throwing next year

#knives are smaller but axes i’m very intrigued by #alternative option I just buy a really nice axe and have fun wood chopping again and i get into knife throwing #alt alt option I see if i can find the materials cheap enough so i can build myself a mini forge and I drop money on that #and craft my own throwing knives #hmmm many options many thoughts #alt alt option my dumb brain forgets and i end up doing none of it #the current knives I have are not very throwable #I mean i could throw them but they’re not made for that #ramblings

[johnstone111]

I recently started blacksmithing. These are a few things I've made. A couple knives and a steel hairpin. My friend wanted a hairpin she could use as a weapon if necessary so I made a "tactical hairpin"

#blacksmithing #blacksmith #hand forged #forging #art #knives #hand forged knife #hairpin