Okay, let’s talk about these daggers—because I’ve literally worn them for a week straight. I slapped one on my collarbone for a music festival, expecting it to bail after a sweaty night. Nope. Seven days, three showers, and one accidental pool party later, it’s still there, looking like I just applied it. The edges? Crisp. The black ink? Still menacing. My friends keep asking if I got real ink.

The application is stupid easy—wet, press, peel—but the longevity shocked me. These aren’t your childhood bubblegum-machine tattoos. They’re *thicc*, like vinyl stickers for your skin. Zero irritation (and I’m the person who breaks out from scented detergent). Pro tip: For extra hold, avoid scrubbing directly over them in the shower.

Size-wise, they’re bold—the largest dagger spans nearly 7 inches, so plan your real estate accordingly. I wish there were smaller options for subtle placements (wrist daggers, anyone?), but the drama factor is unmatched. Used one to test placement for a future real tattoo, and the realism had my mom gasping over FaceTime.

Bonus: They double as costume gold. My friend borrowed one for a ‘villainous queen’ cosplay and looked legit terrifying. If you want temporary ink that commits harder than most relationships? These daggers don’t just swagger—they straight-up conquer.