a dagger, a sword.

a dagger, a sword. kiyoko kana. class of 2016. if you see something sweet, you better grab it quick.

[dahyun]

twice “the feels” jacket making film // momo 💖

[thkana]

(you’re my) thrill of the night

- solo para - wc: 666 - setting: a random club on a “payday”; 2021

the club was smoky. her dress was inky black against her pale skin, the fabric sleek and slippery with enough of a peek of her legs and breasts to keep people staring when she wanted them to. kana made her way throughout the shadows, mingling with strangers when she felt like it, flashing dangerous smiles when she’d catch their eyes. some people felt in their element when they were on the stage, with their loved ones, in a court room, in a studio. but this was where kana felt at home: in a crowded room with people and their lowered inhibitions, dripping with sweat and greed and desire. animal instincts and all that. it granted her a freedom to do whatever (whoever) she wanted without having to think about repercussions. everyone escaped to clubs for a reason, no?

this night was no different. her belly was full of too sweet champagne, her feet probably bleeding already from the strappy heels she decided she just had to buy for the occasion, her nose powdery, her heart fluttering like a tiny bird in an even tinier cage. the residual body heat from those around her on the dance floor keeping her feeling light and floaty, otherworldly. the girl bent over in front of her with her ass pressed deliciously into kana’s hips and skirt riding up just high enough for kana to feel and see how much she wanted her was a plus, too.

kana tilted her head back, bass pumping from the floor up into her veins to mix with the alcohol and drugs and lust already there. she brought her hand to run down the side of her own face, bringing it past the swell of her tits to land soundly on the ass of the girl in front of her. she slid it up the other girls back to tangle in her hair, pull her up and mouth at the side of her neck as she brought her lips to her ear.

“gotta go get a drink. be right back.” the girl visibly slumped at her absence but kana didn’t even notice, already turned to head back to her vip booth in the corner of the club. her friends for the night were two seconds away from needing to head to the bathroom for privacy with the way they were wrapped around each other. she couldn’t remember their names if she tried; she only just met them a few hours prior on the dance floor but never bothered to learn much about them. they were fun and excitable and everything she liked out of a crew for the night. kana chuckled at them before slamming back the rest of her cocktail that was on the table, grabbing a lone tequila shot that was left in the middle of the table from the body shots they were doing earlier. the light from her purse pulled a smile to her face. she knew what time it was.

the bank account notification was expected but not unwelcome. she took the opportunity to pull up her phone app and snap a selfie, tongue out against her top lip, winking with her right eye, smirk tugging up at her cheek. she put it in two places. first, instagram. a quick story with a quick caption and a random filter. she watched as the notifications flooded in, people responding to it with a quick emoji, a fire, a heart, water droplets and an eggplant. the next place kana sent the picture to was to the man who sent her the money. she pulled up his contact, felt excitement bubble in her stomach as she looked at their previous text history: she’d send a flirty picture, something silly and uncalled for and all he’d respond with was a screenshot of a bank transfer. easy. kana attached this picture with a simple message before heading back out the dance floor where her partner was waiting for her. 

“tell your wife hi.”

message delivered. 

[thkana]

kana aesthetics 1/?: 키요코 카나 - the one who has the power

[thkana]

hi everyone pt. 2! surprise, it’s daisy again (21+, she/her) and this here is kiyoko kana, class of 2016, aka the muse i apped with right before the revamp took place. i hope you all love her as much as i already do! her skeleton is death from the four horsemen and... boy howdy she’s a mess. but like! in a good way! i hope. she came to hannam on a full ride scholarship for being a smarty pants and now doesn’t have a job because she just blackmails rich old men for their money instead. below is all of her intro info, per usual, so please like if you’d like to plot! i don’t have any pages made for her yet, but they’ll pop up in the next few days. you can always find me on discord @ daisydaisy#5293. now let me introduce you to the one and only, kana.

kiyoko kana, october 1, 1997

24 years old

class of 2016

born and raised in kyoto, japan with her mom, dad, and little sister

her parents owned a chain of smaller grocery stores so they were “middle class”

really smart, like, insanely smart

tested into hannam on a full ride scholarship without missing a single question on the test but had to redo her 2nd year because credits from her old school didn’t transfer properly

kept to herself for a good part of her time at hannam because rumors started when she first got there about her only getting in because she slept with someone on the school board (untrue)

by keeping to herself for the most part, she was observant and learned all the ins and outs of the gossip and drama at hannam and prided herself on knowing everything about everyone, causing people to assume she was lily

after graduation and during college, she became a bar back at a lesbian bar where she met Her, an older woman who she would hook up with frequently 

turns out, she’s actually the wife of a powerful politician who has been paying her off ever since to keep quiet about the affair

kana took it upon herself to learn how to trade in secrets like she did at hannam and blackmail the elite of korean society 

doesn’t have job other than that but part time promotes clubs on instagram because she’d be going to them any way and whats some free bottles of top shelf liquor and vip booths to hook up in compared to a couple instagram stories 

hot, slightly unhinged milf hunter extraordinaire

collects butterfly knives and daggers in her spare time

[newshot]

[incipienthappiness-quotes]

“You see, every man is a safe, a vault of secrets and longings. Now, there are those who take the brute’s way, but I prefer a gentler approach—the right pressure applied at the right moment, in the right place. It’s a delicate thing.”

Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo