#and learning how to make knives

[ofstormsandfire]

good morning y'all my dad made ANOTHER knife

[science-lings]

I feel like ppl focus on Bruce training the robins to kick ass from a young age when that’s definitely not all that was. He had to teach them field medicine and how to pick locks and sneak around silently and how to notice things, sure he taught them how to hit things with sticks of multiple sizes, but he also taught them how to grapple around and land from a fall.

They probably had intimidation lessons and interrogation lessons and sessions where they just meditated for hours straight. They’re taught how to calm down civilians and to train their voices to sound different in costume and so many things that would make them the most terrifying children to live with.

Bruce is actively training them to be good at bothering him because they like trying out their new espionage skills at Galas and trying to sneak around him while he’s asleep to prank him.

When we think of training to be Robin it’s easy to think of sparring and gymnastics equipment when it’s fun to remember the other parts of it. Some days Bruce would probably just give the kids a Hunt a Killer box and a time limit.

[vamp-bites]

Post-canon knives haunted au on the brain again…

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (at long last!)

After over six months of not posting any new writing due to my life exploding dramatically--moving twice, being poisoned by our apartments, and losing almost all our possessions (0/10 stars, do not recommend)--I am FINALLY able to write again, and am excited to share this passage from my MLC long fic with you! (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

I'm rewriting an earlier chapter than the last few excerpts, so, this is from right after DFS fled Lotus Tower, about to have a qi deviation, and FDB and LLH are arguing about what to do.

Enjoy!

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Fang Duobing dropped his arm and took a step back, horror splashed across his face. “No. Don’t you dare give him the last of your Yangzhouman! It will kill you!” 

“It won’t! Don’t be ridiculous!” Li Lianhua said, frantically searching his mind for an appropriately convincing lie. “I  . . . meditated while you drove. I’ll have enough left over.”

“Li Lianhua!” Xiaobao yelled, stomping forward and shoving his finger in his face. “Do not lie to me! Not about this!”

“We can argue about it on the way.” Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s finger and used it to pull himself to his feet. “Just bring me to him first,” he managed, his voice strained from the effort.

“No!” Xiaobao wrenched his finger free and clamped his hands on Li Lianhua’s shoulders with an almost punishing grip. “I’m not letting you die for him. Neither will he.”

The world started to go gray around the edges of his already blurry vision. “Brat, this isn’t up for negotiation. He needs me!”

“He needs you alive!” Xiaobao’s hands tightened on his shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you know what your death would do to him? Find another way!”

“We don’t have time for this!” Li Lianhua wheezed, his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “Bring me to him or get out of my way.” He shoved at Xiaobao and tried to push past him to take a step toward the door. 

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, “Don’t–”

–His legs buckled. Xiaobao caught him in his arms before he could hit the ground. 

“Will you stop trying to–” Xiaobao cut himself off with a hiss, his eyes fixed on Li Lianhua’s neck. “How do I help? What do you need?”

“I told you,” Li Lianhua ground out through an ever-tightening throat, “take me to hi–”

“–Not that,” Xiaobao snapped, lowering him back to the bed. “For Bicha. Your veins are turning black. Can’t you feel it? What should I do? Can your Yangzhouman stop it?”

Oh. Of course.  Li Lianhua swallowed down a laugh that had more in common with a sob. 

 The floor creaked as Xiaobao knelt at his feet. “Do you not have enough? Here, take mine. As much as you need. Tell me when to stop.” 

Li Lianhua felt the air currents shift as Xiaobao brought a hand, index finger extended, toward his neck.

Forgive me, Xiaobao. “Stop,” Li Lianhua rasped.

Xiaobao stopped, his finger hovering a hair’s breadth away from the veins. “Not there? Alright, where do you need it? Tell me.”

Slowly, Li Lianhua turned to look at Xiaobao, to take in his earnest, loving gaze for the last time. Then he steeled his heart. “Take me to him, first.”

Those beautiful eyes blinked, narrowed, then went wide and watery with abject horror. “No. No! Don’t you dare. ” 

Li Lianhua managed his best attempt at a crooked smile. “Ah, but I do. Bring me to a-Fei, and I’ll accept your qi. Otherwise”–he shrugged, forcing down a rising cough–“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” 

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, the name ripped from his throat. 

Li Lianhua closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the tortured look on Xiaobao’s face. 

It was cruel, and Xiaobao would never forgive him, but perhaps that was for the best. Xiaobao might mourn him less if he hated him. A-Fei as well.

All it would take was a few more moments of waiting, and Xiaobao’s stubbornness would crumble. The fear of losing him now would triumph over the possibility of losing him later. He swallowed back another cough that tried to burst free.

“No,” Xiaobao said, his voice shaky but sure. 

Had he misheard? Eyes shooting open, Li Lianhua looked up at Xiaobao. Xiaobao stared defiantly back, his chin jutting out with a terrified confidence that was only part bluster. Li Lianhua shook his head to try to make his ears work properly and tried to focus his eyes enough to lip read. “What?”

“You’re going to stop the flare yourself or let me give you qi. Then you’re going to teach me how to heal a-Fei, and I’m going to find him and bring him home. I will. Not you. You’re going to stay here and rest.”

Li Lianhua snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. You are,” Fang Duobing snapped. “Because you need me to save him, and I’m going to”–he swallowed hard–“to leave him there, alone, if you don’t let me help you first.” 

Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s collar. “Fang Xiaobao,” he hissed, yanking him closer. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Fang Duobing jutted out his jaw further. “Holding his life hostage.”

“You’re bluffing,” Li Lianhua managed, fear choking him as much as the blood rising in his throat. “You–you care for him. You wouldn’t let him die. You couldn’t.”

“Of course I care for him!” Fang Duobing shouted in his face. “Of course I want to help him! I hate everything about this! But if you’re going to threaten me with your life, then I’m going to threaten you with his!”

“This isn’t a–a game, brat!” Li Lianhua managed, his shaking hands tugging hard on Fang Duobing’s collar. “He could die! Don’t you understand?”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Fang Duobing yelled, flinging his arms up and breaking free of Li Lianhua’s grip. “Do you think I want that? I want him home, Xiaohua’er, safe, and healed, with us! So we can take care of him, and show him he’s safe and won’t let anyone hurt him again, and try to undo the damage she and you caused!” His finger jabbed angrily into Li Lianhua’s chest. “But you keep trying to die and I can’t think of another way to stop you, so I’m going to do what a-Fei and you taught me, and threaten the person you love most!”

Fang Duobing took a slow, trembling breath, squared his jaw, and leveled a glare at Li Lianhua that very nearly hid the roiling panic underneath. “Teach me how to heal him and I will bring a-Fei home safely. But only if you stay alive. So please,” he begged, taking Li Lianhua’s hand and holding it tightly, “let me help you first.”

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[creating-by-starlight]

"Getting attached to a human was a mistake and I'm not going to do it again" you're still attached literally everything you're doing is to convince that human to forgive you you dork task failed

[everysongineverykey]

i'm going to CRY if wake up dead man doesn't get a cinematic release i'm so serious. it is not an option for me to just wait until the piracy websites upload it

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

it's thasmissy weirdsex hours <3

[birlwrites]

Hey birl, ive been reading through pretty much all of your hp fics and. I was wondering whether or not Regulus gets a knife in ttdl. Regulus appears to Really Like Knives. Some Examples for you:

(Trying to be vague cause people might not have read all of these so. Spoilers ig?) (Also you dont have to answer ik you're not rlly focused on ttdl rn. No pressure!! I just thought this was funny)

Tyrant: Regulus has a ritual(?) knife, he stabs a guy with it! Multiple times!

Lachrimae: Barty gives him a Fire Knife!! Its a Very Usefull Knife

The fourth marauder: Peter gives regulus a knife, Regulus goes feral. Good for him

Anyway. Knives!!!!!! <3

(Also thank you for the suprise update, it was a great chapter :] )

the way that i. i didn't realize how often i decide regulus needs a knife. until i read this ask and went 'oh wow that really is a decision i make whenever possible'

so uh. take that as you will

BUT one of the reasons i really like knives in hp settings (i am now remembering i also decided regulus should Have Knives in you know it's your blood that i bleed, although that was just a tumblr post about my thought process) is because hp, as a series, is so... *abstracted* from the actual vulnerability and fragility of the human bodies that the characters are in

dobby dies because bellatrix throws a knife at him and it hits him in the chest. the closest death of a human character that i can come up with is fred dying in an explosion, and even that is magically induced. dumbledore falling off the astronomy tower is (probably) made possible by the magic Potion Of Fuck You Up he drank earlier that evening. the human characters get magical deaths. this elevates them to a semi-divine status - i mean, neville longbottom survives being dropped out of a window as a child. the stakes of non-magical injuries for magical humans are so low as to be nonexistent.

now, personally, i don't like this decision (or string of decisions) on jk rowling's part. as i'm sure those of you who have followed me for a while already know, i think that many, many decisions made by rowling serve to make the story and the worldbuilding flatter, less complex, and less interesting. and implying that the magical human characters are, most of the time, immune to things that 'usually' kill humans is... simply a dull choice??

so i accept the idea that healing magic is able to save lives that muggle medicine can't save, and i accept the idea that healing magic can be more effective than muggle medicine, but i think that 'my magic means that i am naturally stronger and more resilient than other people' is just reinforcing the supremacist ideologies that harry potter as a series claims to criticize

so i like making death eaters bleed.

[orcelito]

Oh Boy if the naruto brain grips me as hard as it did in 2018, I really just might end up doing a trigunxnaruto crossover. Specifically with trigun characters in naruto world

Listen. I am just utterly fascinated by Naruto's world building. And if I can find a way to fit Vash (and Nai) into the Naruto world's lore in a way that is both convincing and fitting. Then fuck YEAH I wanna do it

[red-hemlock]

Ask about my Muse's children // 💢- Did they ever have a rebellious phase?

Ask about River's Kid! @masquenoire

Current/Elementary-aged Dagny is probably the most 'conventionally' rebellious! Most of the time she's very well-behaved, if not a little loud, but she's still just a 7-year old kid who will sometimes get angry and petulant. It just happens.

River doesn't want her getting dirty? Too bad, she's already on the ground making mud-pies, and scuffing her jeans climbing trees. In fact, don't ever tell her she 'can't' climb something; because she inherited her mom's competitive streak, and she's the 'best' climber in the whole city! First one scaling the slide, or climbing to the top of the monkey-bars, shouting to the heavens that she's 'king of the hill'.

Some kids bring Pokémon cards and toys to school under their parents' nose, but Dagny? Bugs, and her tarantula Max. Max basically lives rent-free under Dagny's beanie and it drives River absolutely bonkers; and the arachnid also has a seat at the dinner table. Good luck telling Dagny 'no', you'll get an hour-long, detailed lecture on how Max is a 'valued member of the family' and therefore deserves it.

Unfortunately Dagny's 'oddness' tends to get her picked-on at school, and her confident mouthiness sometimes lands her in fights. She doesn't always tend to start them, but will finish them, and River's been called-down to the school a few times because of it... The worst one will be the year before high school, where one of her more persistent bullies will make the mistake of yanking the beanie off her head; and Dagny breaks the kid's jaw with a single solid punch. The act graduates her from being 'that weird kid' to 'that weird scary kid who broke so-and-so's jaw'.

Despite the rep though, Dagny does end-up starting a few 'Black Market' side-hustles in high school, where she sells snacks and candy in-between classes; in the bathrooms and outside by the dumpsters behind school, like any proper shady individual. She'll also sell her 'services' where, for a nominal fee, she'll write classmates' papers or snatch a copy of some test scores for them.

In her teen years, Dagny also starts becoming a lot more insistent with River in regards to teaching her how to become an assassin.

[crimson-nail]

“You will deal with this?” asks Knives, the gravity of a hundred years of failing to rely on another weighing on his voice.

“—Yes. Trust us,” Livio and Razlo reply. There’s fire in those eyes, rising to meet Knives’ intensity without an ounce of hesitation left in that molten gold — like he has waited his entire life to be asked such a question, and to be free to give such an answer to someone. “We’ll clean up these two and get the plant back to the Andron facility. She’ll be fine. We’ll take care of her.”

“...Alright.”

He smiles. It’s returned in kind, toothy and lopsided and less than an inch from his face.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” says Nai, allowing a serene expression to overtake his features, “I’m going to pass out now.”

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finally finished up a sketch page from the monster of a fic i’ve been working on since april… i am out here being delusional ❤️

[camgoloud]

the unaffordability of one bedroom apartments in my area is something that can be so oppressive to me personally

[unbrcakablc-hcart]

Nai said he's gonna kill me by millions papercuts or eye knives. 😔

[navybrat817]

Knock You Down a Peg or Two

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader), protective vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I'm in a mood, lovelies. We can consider this in the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and Handsome and Beautiful. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He told himself every day he wasn't a cold killer anymore. He did his best to make amends and worked hard to clear his name. From time to time though, people pushed his buttons and got under his skin. You helped him brush it off. Their opinions didn't matter at the end of the day, only yours.

You mattered to him more than anything else. So, if someone bothers him, yeah, he could let it go. Someone upsetting you? He wouldn't stand for it.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he spotted the little weasel sitting at the table in the break room alone. A few hours ago, you called him to vent about how this guy repeatedly tried to make you look bad in front of your superior during a meeting. It wasn’t the first time either. Your tears of frustration were obvious by your tone on the other end, though you tried to hide them. You worked hard, harder than anyone else he knew, and you took your job seriously.

He saw red when he heard you sniffle and it was the only color he had seen since then.

“Give me his name.”

“Bucky, no,” you had argued. “The guy’s a prick and I just needed to vent, so you don’t-”

“Please, baby,” he whispered, knowing full well you could handle yourself, but you were his wife and someone took joy out of your day. Not just that, they made you cry. He took this personally and he wanted to defend you. “Just give me his name so I can take care of it.”

You softly gave him the name, and he made it a priority to find the asshole. It didn’t take him long. No one even questioned why he was asking. It must’ve been his “murder strut” and glare. You once said it could break even the strongest of people.

He headed toward the empty chair beside the agent, careful not to make a sound. His stealth assisted with that. Once he reached the chair though, he made it a point to scrap the chair across the floor to get the prick's attention. The annoyance in his eyes quickly shifted to fear when he realized who he was looking at.

Good. He hoped he pissed his pants.

He made a show of slipping off his leather jacket before taking a seat, making sure the agent got a good look at his metal arm. He also made a show of getting one of his knives out, one you gifted him. “I think we can skip the introductions since you know who I am and I really don't give a shit who you are,” he began, his voice low as he twirled the knife between his fingers. “But I understand you know my wife and, well, she’s the reason I’m here.”

The guy blinked when Bucky made eye contact, the blade still expertly weaving in his hand. “S-Sure. Everyone knows your wife.”

Bucky smiled softly, taking a second to glance at his wedding band. “I’m usually not one to brag, but I can’t help it when it comes to her. She works hard and deserves all the praise she gets, but she’s still humble. Appreciative. Loyal,” he boasted, still smiling before he glared again. “She’d never throw anyone under the bus, especially in front of a superior.”

The little weasel cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. He seemed to notice for the first time that they were the only two people there. “Look, I don’t know what your wife said, but-”

Bucky pointed the blade at him. “I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next,” he snarled, his eyes as cold as ice.

There was a beat of silence as the guy squirmed in his seat and averted his gaze. Bucky wished you were there to see it. And Steve and Sam. “I may have run my mouth a bit. I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two, you know? She keeps getting promoted and…” he swallowed when Bucky’s eyes narrowed to slits. If this fucker even thought about implying that you slept your way to get where you were today, he may actually cut his throat. “Please, don't kill me.”

The silence after that statement may have been uncomfortable for some, but Bucky didn’t break a sweat. No, he was just thinking of all the different ways he could put him in the hospital for even thinking he had a right to put you down. Putting the knife away, he slowly got to his feet. “Get up,” he said quietly, flexing his hands in intimidation.

“Fuck.” The man nearly knocked his chair over as he stood. “Listen, I’m sorry,” he blurted out, putting his hands out in front of him. “I’ll apologize to her first thing tomorrow, I swear.”

“You think that makes up for it? And are you sorry for trying to make her look bad or are you sorry that you’re under my radar now?” Bucky’s stare remained steady as he knocked his chair out of the way, the piece of furniture nearly splintering when it hit the wall. “Everyone knows what I'm capable of, but do you know what happens to people who upset. My. Wife?”

Bucky refused to say that you cried. The asshole might take that as a sign of victory and he wouldn’t give him any sort of win. He didn’t deserve it. He didn't deserve to be in the same space as you.

The guy’s mouth parted as he took a few steps back on shaky legs. “I-It won’t happen again! I swear!”

“No, it won't, but how about I cut your tongue out so you can’t run your mouth again? Maybe pull out your teeth, too?” Bucky knocked the table away next as he advanced. “Or how about your eyes so you won’t look at her either. Hell, I’ll settle for taking your arm. We’ll match.”

The man let out what sounded like a whimper, his teeth nearly chattering from his fear. Scaring people had given him nightmares, haunted him, but it fueled his fire when he terrified anyone in your honor. “I won’t bother her ever again! I’ll tell my boss she deserves another promotion! I'll transfer! You have my word! I’m sorry!”

Bucky laughed after a moment, a bitter, chilling sound before he held up a hand. “I’m just fucking with you.”

His eyes were still wide with fear. “W… What?”

“I was just trying to scare you a little. You should see the look on your face,” Bucky chuckled again, lightly smacking the guy’s cheek. “Listen, you don’t have to transfer and I’m not going to torture you. Just apologize to my girl and we’re good, okay?”

“Okay.” He let out a breath and chuckled, too. “You really won’t torture me?”

“No, I won’t,” he grinned, grabbing his shoulders. “But I will knock you down a peg or two.”

The prick didn’t see the headbutt coming, but he felt it before he hit the ground. Bucky knew he’d feel it in the morning, too. He got off lucky.

“You know, after you apologize to my wife, I hope you do stay so you can see her continue to thrive,” Bucky toed the guy’s body with his boot. “And speaking of, I need to go buy her some flowers, chocolate, and wine. She deserves it.”

Grabbing his jacket from the broken chair across the room and brushing it off, he whistled as he left the room. He waited until he was a good distance away to call. You picked up on the second ring.

“Hey.” You sounded much better than you did earlier. “So, what’s the damage?”

“Hey, baby,” he smiled. “I headbutted the prick. And before you ask, my head feels great.”

The former assassin may get suspended for that and damaging the table and chair, but he doubted the asshole would have the balls to speak up about what happened.

“Bucky…” you sighed. You were probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“You’re gonna let me eat you for dessert when I get home,” he smirked. Not that he needed an excuse to dive between your legs, but he'd take any chance he had. “Figure I'll give you at least two orgasms before dinner.”

“Is that right, Mr. Barnes?”

“That is right, Mrs. Barnes.”

The sound of your giggle spread warmth through his chest. Your happiness was his happiness. “Better not keep me waiting,” you teased, pausing for a beat. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he said. You always stuck up for him without question.

“Love you.”

His heart swelled more. “Love you, too.”

He’d have some more explaining to do once he got home and would probably have to pay for the damage he caused. He was also sure that you were plotting the demise of the man’s career and would tell him that he didn’t need to do anything, but he wanted to. He was no longer the Winter Soldier.

But he was your husband and he’d defend you with his life, no matter what.

Violence isn't the answer, but this is fanfiction and we all deserve a loving Bucky. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[millzinterlude]

Pt 1 Pt 3

What about more Autistic!Simon Riley who moved said bird into his flat. Took you hunting and showed you how to use and not use guns. Even gifted you your very own knives, one you could keep in your nightstand and the other you keep in your purse. He’s just so happy he has someone to share his interests with. You don’t bother him when more guns show up, you just watch him as he gets a feel for them. You even helps him organize the set up of them along with his knives. Rearranging them by color, weight, shape, and style (His preference) in a case you bought him. He’s really been into brass knuckles lately, you have no clue why but he says: ‘I’ dunno. Brass knuckles jus’ speak t’me. Look at ‘em. D’you think they have like a…brass knuckle and knife hybrid..?” Turns out they do, because he’s spent all night looking that up. The next week there are like two packages at the door and he sees them on the table while you’re drinking your morning smoothie. While he opens them he’s rambling about what he’s found about them. “Lovie, Did’ya know these things were invented durin’ the first World War? I mean not really, but they were like early prototypes of ‘em. Oh yeah, they’re called trench knives by the way. Made for close combat clearly, this one is a replica of one from 1918. D’ya think I can find a real one? Probably can..” He rambled to you. He was so in his element, so happy to tell you all the facts he learned, showing you the replica and comparing it to what a real one would look like. You smiled and listened to your boyfriend, even letting him show you a YouTube video he found on them. He’d already watched it a billion times, over analyzing the entire thing. Don’t let him find a real trench knife, he’s talking about it all. day. long. You’re brushing your teeth? Trench knife from 1918. Making breakfast? Trench knife from 1918. You have to go in for work? Oh yeah, the trench knife from 1918. “Si’ please tell me what you want for dinner while I’m at the store.” “Okay Lovie, but what about the trench knife?” He’s deep in your guts, bent you over, giving you the fucking of a lifetime. His body draped over your back as he grips your hair? Guess what, the fucking trench knife from 1918. And while he’s rambling about it between every grunt, he’s thrusting into you while holding said trench knife in front of your face.