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sparkbugs · 6 months

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Been thinking bout jrwi all day it’s finally time to watch ep 104. liveblog under the cut!!

So I actually watched the intro (well Bizly’s song of the intro) at 5 am and it’s been stuck in my head ever since! Good song, really wish it was on other platforms to listen to :(

(I can’t believe I’ve “caught up” so fast) ((I’ve been binge watching episodes instead of sleeping so oops!))

Ooo Grizz got white/silver hair :o it looks so nice!!

Haha! Corruption! That sounds so good haha!! Land is going to be worse I feel but ok guys

FUCK THE FUCKING COMPASS. Chip please get rid of it please mannnnn

CORRUPTION SCORE?!? Fuck. Haha that’s a great mechanic! Terrified to see how it works out. Haha how the fuck do you get rid of your corruption points. Grizzly what the fuck /pos this is terrifying and for good reason

(I love getting ads for one piece during this campaign (I haven’t watched one piece))

God they’re all gonna die man I’m so worried godddddd

Ayo Chip calm down man jeez- QUEEN LMAOOOOO

Jay don’t fucking DRINK THE BLACK SEA.

Broken heart island :o OOOO THE TREE :o save the treeeeeee. This is the tree May Ferin draws her power from no?? Save it guys you got this- Oh shit this island is HUGE huge. Ok then

Oh I feel like burning (the tree branches in the way) will go so poorly oh god oh no. Oh… never mind then??

Alphonse ship :) hope they make him a new body that’s not a ship so he can do the things he wants too-

Yeah I think it’s an illusion maybe?? Oh it’s. Not wtf is it the hell. “We should pull up?- we should pull up” yea gillion pull up

LMAO CONTESTED DEX ROLLS AND GILLION WON??? Rip chip

Aw village :( god it would suck if they go by Gryffon (Gryffin? Gryffen??)’s home town :(

“Chip! while the tree is distracted!!” Gillion never change <3

God damn it. “Our specialty: subtle” please. You’re not being subtle and you knew that but god y’all gonna die.

Fyck here they come- “hostile mobs inbound” they’re not gonna be friendly. There’s no way there’s anyone in sane mind around here man. LMAO THEY THREW A ROCK AT HIM AHDJDHSK

Minor illusion to make sounds behind them as they go by that would be kinda smart methinks maybe but! They’re also. Out of magic almost so maybe not hm-

Yeah it’s not safer on land at fucking all man Jesus- Gillion don’t fucking go on land alone I swear to god

They need to rest so fucking badly man shitttt this is so fuckeddddd this is not gonna go welllll aaaaaaaaaa

Nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare /ref

Man I wonder what this place looked like before the Black Sea :( it must’ve been so pretty

Ichor webs! Haha!! Not dangerous or foreboding at all

(In the tone of “the claw from Toy Story”) The Treeeee…

Aw Gryffon :( mannnn i love weeping willows I love pink cherry trees this is such a good tree I agree gillion go save it

The thumbnail is sick btw I don’t think I mentioned that, amazing colors.. I wanna eat the art /pos

God please do Not Split Up for the love of god… STOP FIGHTING YOURE GONNA ATTRACT THE BADDIES OH MH GODDD..:. Aaaaaaaaa DONT SPLIT UPPPP FUCKKK EVERYONE GO TOGETHERRRR the old men on the ship are gonna die :(

“Leave no tres” that’s amazinf holy shit “leave no cinco” is also good

“Do you guys think the tree has chicken??” ????? Chip??????

YEA JAYS THINKING ABOUT THE NOISE THING YEAAAAA the noise attracts them?? I hope. I fuckin hope. Zombie game in the pirate campaign

Hahaaa uh ohhhh… uhh ohhhhh (the uh ohs from tattletail when they get low battery) uhhh. Oooohhhhh…

CONSTRUCT??? A GOOD LIVING THING?? SOMETHING GOOD. OMG IRON GOLEM LIKE MINECRAF.

Just realizing this episode is filmed after Genloss cause of the painting in the back of Charlie’s room. Damn- IS THAG A PRETZEL PLUSHIE IN CONDIS ROOM??

MINECRAF GOLEM YEAAAA HEHEHE… oh chip wtf man :( he didn’t ask for his home to be corrupted :( thisbis a friend I’ve decided I want to keep him

Oh. A rose :D he’s such minecraf moment he’s asking to be friends- aw :( rose died. MARBLE!!! THATS A FRIEND I LOVE THEMMMM

I’ve decided I would die for Marble <3

Oh shit. The black rose!! AAAA GUYS STOP OVER THE FUCKIN TREE. Oh. Black rose pirates. Black Sea. Uhmmmm. Uhmmmmmmmmmmm there’s a connection here I’m missing besides the tragedy of The Hole in the Sea but. Somethings wrongggg mannnn

Mhm totally different gillion totally not the same.

Chip :( aw nooooo :( the memory aaggagshhaaaaa OHHHH HE WAS THERE AS A KID IM SO NORMALLL

Midroll baybeeeee honey time lesgo (Bizly stop ripping your pants)

ISNT IT THE SAME TREE? Was I wrong. WHAT. Ohh it’s in all port isn’t it . Shit

STOPPP RUNNING THROUGH THE PLACE PLEASE

marble :D

STOP RUNNINGGG… bean shape… creechur

KENKU SAVE THEMMMM OHHHG THATS A FRIEND. I too got the impression they were ignoring the party but if it does notice them. I’ll cry

Kenku friend :( save themmmm YEAAA SAVE BIRD

NOOOO WTF A TURTLE FRIEND NEEDS TO SAVE FHEM NOW TOO FUCKKK

Uh oh. Beetle guy uh oh. OH IT HAS A CUTE VOICE. Oh nos

“That’s mine.” “… Nuh uh-“ *gets flattened by hammer*

NOT A DEX SAVE FUCK- oh thank god good job gillion

Man them yawning makes me yawn wtf.

GILLIONNNNNN DONT SAY THATTTT SHHHH

Hollow knight boss lookin ass mf /pos

Kenku friend :D also grizz lookin majestic while beating the shit outta the team

Oh. My god. “You win! Im sorry” im. This is going bad

“Im on team you can just walk out, you can leave” I love jay so much

“Queen, play despacido” i hate it here- Bruno mars canon in mana??

Tortle friend and Kenku friend :D

… oh fuck. OH FUCK WHY DOES IT MOVE SO FAST

80 POINTS ?!?!!! Oh thank god. Fuck man that would’ve been insane

JAY NOO DONT CAGE THE BIRD >:( GET HER OUT THE NET

Jay is so me “I don’t wanna be dealing with this guy right now” yea me too man

Of course he gets two natural 1s in a row rip Charlie slimecicle

“EYE POWER ACTIVATE” CONDI LMAOOOOO AHSHDIDHS

THE FUCKING MIRROR HELPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHAAAA JAY NOOO

Put the big bug guy in the mirror :) catch like a Pokémon NOOOO JAYYYY . Well. Chip please get her she’s in the mirror helpp

Gillion is the Lorax moment.

GILLION NOOOOO FUCKK AWHWHDISBA FISH BOY. A FAIL ON A DEATBSAVE TOO FAURKSHAAHA this is so fine. This is soooo fine haha. This is so fineeee. Grizz realizing how bad this is,, is me right now it’s so fine thoughhhh

GILLON. Fuck that tree mannnn. CHIP GRAB THE FUCKING MIRROR. CHIP. YOU FUCKINGGNGGHDJDHSIHA HOWWWW THIS IS SO FUCKED UPOPP AAAAA IM SO SCAREDDD

GRYFFON GOOOOOOOOOO GET THEY ASS COME ONNNNNNNNN GET THEMM.

In. Frared? Infrawered?? GRIZZLY you good?

Gryffon beat they ass mannn aahdjdhdoaua

CHIP. Thank god. “YOU ALL SMELL LIKE GOOD VESSELS” ?!?!??!? HELLOOOOOO

Gillionnnnnaaaaa my boy :( my fish mannnn also GET JAY PLEASE? Didn’t chip grab the fucking mirror why hasn’t he freed her

…. Treeeeeeeeeeeeeee ….

CHIP YOURE FONNA LEAVE YOUR CREW??? . Gillion. God. Damn it gillion. Aw Kenku :( Kenku friend trying to help Gill :( that’s a friend

Gillion. Pleaseeeeeeeeee fucking hell man. He’s dead AGAINNNNNNN

AWWWW BIRD BIRD TRYINF TO PROTECT GILLION NOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD :( THATS A FRIENDDDD PROTECT HER

“Do we really wanna risk our lives over this random bird?!?” “YES!!!” YEA GILLIONNNNN GET HER >:( JAYGET HER OR ILL FUCKIFN YELL >:(

NIOOOOO BIRD BIRDDDFD LET HER GO YOU BASTARD

PLEASEEEEEEE BIRD BIRD :( I’m so sad

GILLIONNNN AAAGSJDHDSHDJSHS IM SO SCAREDDDD IM SO FUCKIFNHFDISHSKA

Let her out >:( Charlie is so distraught over bird bird me too mannnn

GILLION. Grow big and make bird bird big :D BREAK BIRD BIRD OUR THE CAGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO that’s a friend :D

Uh. Ohhggg… uh ohhhhh (tattletail uh ohs again)

Uh oh he’s not sleepy anymore. Uh oh. Im so fucking scared

Bird bird better not fuckinf die I love her so much

Corruption. Point. Uh oh.

noc? Knock? Kenku friend :D

NOOOOOOOOOOO BIRD BIRD IM GONNA CRY LET HER BE OKAY

Size coin… come on it better go well. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

This is some power ranger like mecha battle shit power up thing idk how to explain it. (Gillion growing giant and fighting this bitch)

(It’s almost 1 am I’ve been awake too long but I need to finish this episode)

Murder bug guy :D riptide pirates the crew that gets into everyone else’s shit

Uh oh. Gillion goes down again I’m gonna. Lose my mind. Oh my god they’re gonna attract so much trouble with the noise when they fall fucking hell

I totally missed jay leaving the mirror btw she’s 60 ft away but like where??? How???

YEAAA JAY AND GRYFFON SHOOT TO KILL. MURDERRRRR

INFAWRARD LAZER BEAM CANON!!!!!!

You. Tortle. MURDERRR HDJXHSJS HAHAHA GOOD JOB CHIP. NOOOO I KNEW ITTTT THEY WERE ATTRACTING ATTENTION FUCK

“Im gonna start drinking” me fucking too gillion damn.

Good episode, fishman is still down im worried, he went down three times Jesus fuck, also! I knew they were gonna attract attention from zombie ichor guys… debating on watching ep 105 as well before sleeping but we’ll see :)

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi liveblog #yippee #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi gillion #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi show #jrwilb

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acquired-stardust · 10 months

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Game Spotlight #3: Digimon World (1999)

Today is a special day and as such it is is only fitting that today marks the first Acquired Stardust Game Spotlight brought to you by me, Larsa. What makes today special? Well that’s because it’s August 1st, better known to many fans around the world as "Odaiba Memorial" or more simply "Odaiba Day", a day which marks the 24th anniversary of the chosen children, the “Digidestined”, who first made their way into the digital world. No matter when you became a fan of Digimon this date holds a deep meaning to all of us in the Digimon fandom for being the day that the original chosen children started their journey.

“ ! “

This is a universal day we in the fandom celebrate the world over and it is an eventful day like this that puts on full display how caring the Digimon fanbase is of the series. Whether you can visit the man made island of Odaiba in person on this day or you are browsing through your social media apps embracing the meme this is our day fellow "Digi-fans". Digimon is the franchise that kick-started my imagination and truly meant the most to me growing up as a child back in 1999 when "Digimon Adventure" first aired on Fox in North America. It is no exaggeration to say years in my childhood that Digimon was very much my life. It was what I most often thought about when I would daydream at school, or soccer practice. I would even find the spare time as a child to desecrate an innocent sheet of paper with my personal crudely drawn original Digimon. ( We all did this am I right? ) As a way to make me happy with my childhood obsession the first home console game that my older brothers bought me was Digimon World for the original Playstation. The game blew my mind with how large it felt at the time and as a result was what largely consumed my summer vacation that year. I happily say that this game has been an absolute adventure to revisit to this day~!

“ This was innovative at the time! “

Digimon, shorthand for " Digital Monsters ", started as a virtual pet toy created by WiZ and Bandai in the year 1997 as the more "masculine" companion to big sister toyline " Tamagotchi ". These new Digital Monsters weren't just adorable pets wanting for you to take care of them they were born fighters and you the player would tame these creatures from birth to battle other players of the game through connecting devices. It turns out many children did become tamers because the Digimon v-pet toy was an instant hit selling many toys right away. Immediately after the launch of the original toy-line it was clear that Bandai was very confident that they could shape Digimon into a successful multimedia franchise. The Digimon toyline was quickly followed up with a more expanded toyline, magazines, manga, trading card game, and several video game projects - the first notable home console video game release being "Digital Monster Ver. S" for the Sega Saturn in Japan. The first globally released Digimon video game would be "Digimon World" for the Playstation console and this game was developed alongside it's own sequel "Digimon World 2" in an ambitious project by Bandai to ensure in their minds global domination.

“ Digimon World “ was originally was released on January 28th in the year 1999 in Japan to a successful launch. The following year it would be first released in May to North America(NTSC) and shortly afterward in July to European(PAL) regions. Both of these version would both go onto be big selling hits on the console earning the Playstation's "Greatest Hits" label in North America and likewise "Platinum" status in Europe because quite frankly Digimon was that big of a deal already. By the year 2000, it was clear outside of Japan that Digimon would not just go down as another another contender to Pokemon’s reign. The Digimon series had become a champion in it's own right establishing itself as a rival even for Pokemon at the time. Digimon World was the first Digimon video game most of the world experienced. So the question is after all this time how does the game hold up 24 years later? Was it worth the hype in a crowded platform like the Playstation?

“ Sidenote: They were pushing the original Digimon TCG “

“Welcome to The Digital World “

The Digital World is a vast and mysterious place that exists both within our world and outside of it. You insert the Digimon World disc then go through the Playstation start up sequence where you are greeted by that haunting yet relaxing boot up sound of the console. After a brief load time you are shown in wonderfully aged FMV from a typical afternoon of the year 1999 in Japan complete with children battling virtually through the Digimon V-Pet toys. Before long the battle between the two players go from toy to imagination in our main character's head, daydreaming of the fight between two Ultimate level Digimon: the proud MetalMamemon and the imposing MetalGreymon. After the cut-scene you hit start to officially start your own journey to the digital world albeit an unintentional one for our avatar as they are forcefully whisked away into the Digital World itself through their own V-Pet toy.

“ MetalMamemon wants to fight! “

Once the scene finishes playing then you are confronted by Jijimon, an elderly wise Digimon who asks the players some background questions which determine your starter Digimon. You see depending on the answers you gave Jijimon you will receive Agumon or Gabumon as a companion both Digimon whose potential take different shapes. After being introduced to your partner you are then given reason for why you were brought here to the Digital World: it turns out maybe you really do just love Digimon so much that it made you a chosen child yourself? At any rate you the player are tasked by Jijimon with the serious task of rebuilding " File City ", a village where Digimon used to live in peace with one another until recent times where the formerly peace loving Digimon fled the city after having forgotten their own past. As you guide each new Digimon back to the city you may uncover the truth behind the current ongoing mystery of File Island. Those who re-join the new File City will offer something helpful to the city whether it to run a Bank, Item Shop, Clinic, or much more. Ideally you will help the village grow from its humble roots to a true city but it won’t be easy, tamer.

“ Becoming Garurumon is gonna be tough... “

The game truly begins now as you are set on a journey to explore File Island, a wondrous land of mystery with many different ecosystems filled with many diverse Digimon and just as many wires emerging from the soil unlike anything you may have seen before anywhere else. And now with this journey comes responsibility - while your primary goal for being here may be to help File Island at large your more immediate task is to care for and raise your Digimon properly. It is up to you the player to decide how you raise your digital partner as each day passes by in a linear manner through morning, day, dusk, and dawn cycles. It is at this point you can immediately with courage choose to venture outside the city into the unknown or spend some time building the combat stats of your Digimon partner at The Green Gym section of File City. At the gym you can put your Digimon through a variety of training tasks which is typically focused on increasing one stat at a time primarily. These stats are known in the game as HP which effects how much damage they can take before fainting. MP which determines the amount of points how many combat techniques your partner can use in a battle. Off(ense) which is the stat the game uses to figure out how hard a Digimon hits another. Def(ense) which works as the opposite, this stat determines how much damage a Digimon takes from being hit in which the higher def means less taken away from HP. SPD which determines how often a Digimon attacks with a technique (this caps at 300 SPD), how often a Digimon guards against an opponent's technique, and how fast your Digimon's Finishing Move charges through their own actions. And last but not least is Wis(dom!) which can give your Digimon the ability to listen to more commands in battle. Each training session causes an hour to pass by in the digital world but this is time well spent because these stats are the key to success in combat.

“ Yup, it really won’t be easy. “

If you raise your Rookie-rank Digimon improperly they will eventually become a rather weak Champion-level creature known as "Numemon" hardly fitting for the moniker at first glance. However if you raise them well they can become something greater through digivolution and every Digimon has multiple evolutionary branches which are driven conditionally by how you raise the Digimon whether it be through hitting stat thresholds, battles, the amount (or lack of) care mistakes, techniques learned, or even body weight. The game even has additional secret methods of reaching digivolutions that may surprise a player the first time playing and even longtime players who have yet to experience everything the game has to offer in their time with it. You may not always get what you want through Digivolution without proper planning so keep that in mind.

Outside the city you may run into hostile Digimon that can quickly become challenging for your partner had they not been prepared properly for the dangers of the wild. Once in combat you have to leave the battling to your Digimon partner as you stand on the sidelines making commands or supporting them with various healing items. It is at this early point you learn that you cannot directly control what your partner does in battle you can only offer them orders to influence their behavior in a battle system akin to something known as an "auto-battler" today. Your partner when they achieve victory can learn techniques from their foes, obtain items, and Bits (currency). On the other hand your partner can fall in battle and for each time they fall in battle they will lose a heart which will result in them passing away upon losing three hearts. Between any battles that can occur your digital partner needs food, they need to use the bathroom, and your digital partner needs rest. Every time your Digimon uses the bathroom outside of a stall or porta-potty it will result in a "Care Mistake" which the game will remember for that Digimon's lifespan through an in game counter.

“ Forget it. This dino is more cuddly than any wolf. “

I mentioned lifespan earlier, right? Well every partner Digimon generally needs to be cared for with love before unavoidably they pass away sooner or later. And when that time comes Jijimon will be there to reincarnate your partner Digimon into a Digi-Egg where they start life all over again. Due to the nature of this game you form a bond with your Digimon that you may not find yourself having with other similar monster raising video games such as Pokemon. The time you have with your Digimon in the Digital World is fleeting and it's quite sad. As a tamer it is with love inside of your heart that you must juggle that fleeting time between making your buddy stronger and spending their same limited time saving the Digimon outside the city alongside the player. There is a real somber feeling when you know your Digimon might be on your last day as you run a frozen tundra for the final time at night knowing it might be their last one with you. Everyone who has played this game enough understands that heavy feeling and it is that feeling which drives you to do better for your next partner.

“ This land is labeled correctly. “

This game world has its own logic and rules that are rewarding to learn to get past the harsh difficulty curves. And now with that being said it is this same "gameplay loop" which I laid out in detail leading up to this which would often overwhelm me as a child. Many times I would aim for my Agumon to become the mighty Greymon only to get another alternate digivolution like Monochromon instead of the one which I planned for. This would happen to younger me even with the official Brady Strategy Guide by my side because a guide can only help you through so much - this was a game you had to experience and learn yourself back in the day to get the most out of it.

“ Time flows differently here! “

The Digital World in this game is all about discovery. Often you may have no idea what to do next exactly if you are playing the game blind though with enough discovery you will figure it out. You may find that next Digimon you need to bring back to File Island in a place you never thought to check. You may even find a random item on screen you have walked by hundreds of time without ever having seen before that hundredth visit. Digimon World balances elements of a pet-simulator, and maybe more impressively a world that feels like it is really one of a kind. The environments in this game are beautiful, populated with all kinds of digital critters, and accompanied by often fitting ambient sounds which fit the atmosphere the game presents to us. There is nothing quite like walking through File City at nighttime with your Digimon partner as that lovely song plays away in the background. Composers Koji Yamada and Yuko Ishii outdid themselves with this game’s score, most songs being geared to the environment at hand and some others geared towards pulse pounding combat as your partner is locked in a fight for survival. For example the musical themes of Factorial Town feels daunting and mechanical in nature. We now live in an era full of "open world" video games everywhere and yet sometimes Digital World feels more alive to me than even some modern AAA offerings. It says a lot about a game’s quality when it can stick with someone positively years later.

“ Make the right choice. “

Speaking of the way the game looks all together it is a pretty nice looking game for the Playstation. It is the first time that the original Digimon which famed Digimon designer Kenji Watanabe created were being presented in a 3D environment within a video game. These 3D models are a huge leap in technology over the V-Pet sprites and these over several dozen designs really shined in this iteration of The Digital World. Often the monsters in this series are known for looking "cool" such as Leomon so it is worth mentioning even the cuter designs like Monzaemon look absolutely adorable in this game. The graphics, soundtrack, and presentation of this game are pretty strong in my opinion.

“ This chart helps you raise every kind of Digimon available! ”

I truly appreciate this game even more today then I did in the year 2000 when I played it for the very first time and there is so much more that I could muse over with this game. Now with all this being said there are many bugs and glitches in this game so be warned this gemstone can be rough around the edges. Overall I will cut myself short to say proudly that this game stands up to the test of time and the influence of this game is felt to this day. Worth mentioning that "Digimon World: Next Order" serves as a true sequel to this beloved PlayStation title and yet as good as it may be the new title does not replace the original game. I'm urging anybody who has not played this game yet to seek it out and give it a chance. Better yet find the Digimon World Randomizer created by the game's devout community which adds many features and fixes nearly every game bug, all things in service of making the experience even better. There is even chatter from the current producer of Digimon video games that we can expect either a remaster or remake of this beloved title someday. Which makes sense considering Digimon is even more popular globally than ever now. No matter how you experience this game it is worth playing for any Digimon fan even just one time.

Digimon World is an incredible adventure worthy of being called stardust.

-- Larsa

#Digimon #Gaming #Video Games #Retro Gaming #PSX #PSOne #PS1 #Bandai #Acquired Stardust #Game Spotlights #Bandai Namco #Odaiba Day #Digimon World #Game Recommendations #Playstation #1999 #Digimon Day

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magicalgirlartist · 1 year

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[ID: digital drawing of a young woman in a sports uniform featuring a blue shirt with rolled up sleeves, white pants with bright blue binding around the shins, brown boots with metal toe caps, and a metal helmet, chest plate, and knee guards. She's holding a kolhii stick over her shoulder and smiling. Labels around her tell what parts of the outfit are made from certain materials (protodermis helmet, chest plate, knee guards, and toe caps, leather boots, gloves, and strips on knee guards, flax cloth shirt, pants, and bindings). To the top right it says "KOLHII TOURNAMENT UNIFORM (feat. Hahli)" and on the left it says "flax harvested, spun, and sewn in Ga-Koro; protodermis mined in Onu-Koro, smelted in Ta-Koro, sculpted in Po-Koro; padding feathers gathered and stuffed in Le-Koro; leather hunted, tanned, and cut in Ko-Koro." To the bottom right are 2 chibi heads, one of the same girl in the uniform without the helmet and another girl. The first girl shrugs and says "Still don't see why I can't play barefoot." The other girl smiles and says "You will break all of your toes <3" End ID.]

Finally doodled out a proper idea for the kolhii uniforms in the Bionicle Sports Anime (I need to come up with a better name one of these days). Took some inspiration from real life sports uniforms of various kinds, and the kolhii stick is a mix of the actual toy and the movie version. Also featuring Professional Shoe Hater Hahli and Voice of Reason Macku.

More design notes under the cut!

[Commissions open!]

I really like the idea that because this is an island-wide tournament celebrating the first time of peace in a thousand years, the uniforms are meant to represent that unity as well. Each village had to contribute something to the uniform. Because Hahli is an assistant flax maker, she had to work a lot of extra hours getting all the flax required for all these uniforms on top of learning how to play kolhii.

I didn't label all the places where the uniform is padded because it was starting to get cluttered, but I figure at the very least any parts involving protodermis are padded so there's not (at most) a thin layer of cloth between the skin and solid metal.

The symbol for each village's element is on the sides of the helmets. In Hahli's case, it's water. (I also put them somewhere on the design for each future Inika!)

Originally, the design I had in mind looked a lot more like a soccer uniform with a baseball helmet, but I wanted them to have pants under the knee guards.

I didn't label the kolhii stick's parts because that's less important, and also I couldn't remember what all it's made out of in the MNOLGII. All I remember is the handle is bamboo wood. Even then, I figure materials for that might be different depending on the village where it was made. Po-Koro's sticks might be solid, carved pieces of stone (Hafu originals, of course) while Le-Koro's are made from. Whatever type of wood grows in Le-Wahi. I actually have no idea oops

#bionicle #human bionicle #hahli #kolhii #art #fanart #digital art #something about macku going 'you will break all of your toes <3' with a big smile just sends me idk #idk why i'm so attached to shoe hater hahli it just feels right. pain in the ass tho bc it means i have to draw feet #i should make uniforms for various guard jobs around the island also. ta koro guard ussalry gukko force etc #bionicle sports anime

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heros-of-kalos · 11 months

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((Closed starter for @team-skull-gladion))

"Hé Gladion, toi excited to be back home?" Corentin bent down to be at eye level with Gladion while walking. The hooves of his prosthetics clicking against the ground. "suis quite excited moi-même, to see Po town. And rain, Je like rain, reminds moi of the swamps back in Kalos." Corentin hummed a bit, looking around at everything. Ula'Ula was so much different than Akala Island.

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #of oblivion and petals bloom~ ic #offscreen rp #off rotomblr rp

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jihnih · 2 years

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Po Toi Island, circa 2020

https://www.instagram.com/jini_discoveries

#jinistyle #momentlens #hkig #hongkongig #streetphotography #hkigers #explorehk #amateurism_photography #cityandbeyond #streetphoto

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kopozerehetra · 2 years

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💚 my Photoshop collection, 💯 Everything negative, pressure, challenges is all an opportunity for me to raise. ✍thanks for join us. #photos #photoshop #photography #photogram #photographer #photoshoot #photographylovers #everything #negative #pressure #challenges #opportunity #raise #collection #collections (at Po Toi Islands) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChcrOI1olqK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#photos #photoshop #photography #photogram #photographer #photoshoot #photographylovers #everything #negative #pressure #challenges #opportunity #raise #collection #collections

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ion-water · 2 years

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2021 june / Tin Hau [goddess of the sea] festival on Po toi island, southest island of Hong Kong

#personal #still image #analog #hong kong #po toi

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centralperx · 7 years

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Hiking on Po Toi Island

Po Toi island is a 30 minute ferry ride from Stanley or one hour from Aberdeen, but the landscape is so unlike Hong Kong. The foliage is the same colour palette as Australia, it’s not that deep blue jungle green you usually see in the tropics. The weather that day was perfect - clear, sunny, dry and windy. So opposite to what we typically experience!

#hong kong #travel #hiking #outlying islands #po toi island #the second photo is turtle island #how cute is it #no filter

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skyfallslayer · 3 years

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A Civil War In Our Minds (One-Shot)

(Bucky x Daughter!Reader, Steve x Child!Reader)

Author's Notes: Just a heads up, this is part 2 of the 'Paint It Black' Series. Please read 'Over The Edge' that's on my masterlist. I also gave Bucky's two other sisters some names in this this story. They're unofficial, just wanted to be clear.

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Summary: While Steve and Bucky finish their fight with Tony, Zemo has one last surprise for the Winter Soldier (Set during CACW).

MASTERLIST

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Warning: Implied/References to: Depression, Unwanted Touching, Child Abuse, Torture, Brainwashing, and Murder. Heavy Angst also applies, along with scenes that might be seen as mental/emotional breakdowns. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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“Bucky?”

It was a word that started it all.

“Who the hell’s Bucky?”

Then it kind of spirals after that.

“I knew him.”

The blond boy from his memories came back. A friend came back.

“Buck. Do you remember me?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to put newspapers in your shoes.”

Then it slowly came back with each passing second. Memories flooding in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said, cutting Steve off.

On his time on the run, he remembers his time growing up in the 40s. The time he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up. “I have a daughter, don’t I?”

Steve opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and The Captain could tell.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard. What did he remember about you?

“Um… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her. Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was four the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky...” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was six.”

“S-Six?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.”

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well.

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve-”

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “No.” He whispers, exhaling shaky. “I’m sorry, Bucky.”

“Hey.” The soldier says, getting the blond’s attention. “Thank you, Steve. I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles. “No need to. I will always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

//////

You were confused, that was for sure.

“Hello, (Y/N). My name is Helmut Zemo, and I will be your new handler.”

You were confused by everything about him. From the way he talked, to the way he dressed, to the way he was being… nice to you? But you couldn't question it, you just had to listen and do your job like you're supposed to.

“What is my mission?” You asked, straightening your posture, and morphing your expression into a blank canvas.

He smiles. Again. Which makes the wheels in your head turn once more. Why was he smiling at you like that?

“As of right now, I don’t have a mission for you, (Y/N).” Zemo said, truthfully. “All I need you to do is follow me.” He starts to move, but notices your puzzled face again. “What?”

He watches you say nothing, and quickly figures it out.

“Oh. I see. They’ve trained you well.” He replies. “You have permission to speak, Soldier. Tell me what’s on that little mind of yours.”

“You called me… (Y/N)?” You said, confused. Why was he calling you that? A foreign, yet familiar name?

“Well…” He shrugs a bit. “That is your name, isn’t it? Or do you prefer me calling you Winter Soldier or… Phantom, perhaps?”

You nearly shivered at that name, which was completely unlike you. Not once have you ever been scared of being called that. So why isn’t it any different?

Yet.

You still didn’t wish to speak out about it.

“You can call me whatever you like, sir.” You said, shutting your mouth closed until he gave you permission again.

He hums in response, seemingly pleased with your answer. “Noted.” He said, gesturing for you to follow him. “Let’s go, Soldier. We’ve got work to do in Siberia.”

You followed him like you were ordered, staying close like you were supposed to do with your handler, unless stated otherwise. You were the last line of defense in case somebody tried to assassinate your handler. But as he guided you around the base, you took note that it was clearly empty; From the lack of people present, to the way your footsteps echoed across all the hallways and rooms. It was… odd to say the least. Just you and him? That sounded incredibly stupid if you asked yourself. What if you go rogue and attack? Then what would he do without backup?

He must be a mind reader (or so you’re convinced), as he glances over his shoulder for a split second to ask, “What’s on your mind, Soldier? You can speak.”

Should you? You never once haven’t given this much freedom before.

Is it a trap? Should you even dare attempt to cross it?

No matter how much the feeling of HYDRA’s control kept weighing you down, the way he spoke to you was countering its effects. You suddenly started to feel a bit of warmth in your mind. Like the sun was shining on a stormy day.

“Why aren’t you using the trigger words? Aren’t you afraid I’ll rebel?” You asked, curiously. You watched him shrug again, before turning his attention back in front of him.

“The trigger words I feel like would be unnecessary for this mission.” Zemo said, truthfully. His eyes fall to the folder in his hand. His fingertips brushed over each word on the paper carefully, taking in what was in red ink.

Yearning.

Broken.

Fire.

Daylight.

Fifteen.

Malicious.

Eight.

Forthcoming.

Zero.

Railway.

So similar to the one’s he read earlier. It was HYDRA’s twisted sense of humor he supposed.

“As for the rebelling part, I’m not worried about it, Stevie.” He said, emphasizing another name proudly.

Stevie? You wondered, before there was a sudden pain in the back of your head. You stumbled a bit, touching your temple. What the…?

You stared at your Uncle, tilting your head. Your grandmother had just called you Stevie, which was apparently your middle name, which puzzled you because-

“You have the same name as me.” You said, watching your Uncle laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He says, grinning.

You furrowed your brows. Was this your memory?

(Y/N)? Stev- You start to wonder, but Zemo clears his throat to get your attention.

“We’re here.” He said, once inside the open hanger. You could feel the gust of cold air and droplets of snow seeping in and touching your exposed skin.

You realize you were still in your ratty tank top and pants with no shoes. Maybe you really have grown numb to your surroundings in your time with HYDRA. You followed him onto the small plane, where he told you to sit in the passenger seat as he took the pilot seat. You remained quiet as he started the plane, and took off while saying they’ll be there in no time.

“Your mission will begin soon, okay, Barnes?” He said, grinning.

There were flashes of a man she’s always been seeing, yet, he looked a little bit different. You saw in an old military uniform, a hat tucked under his arm. He was crouching down, looking at you with a little bit of warmth and sorrow.

“(Y/N) Stevie Barnes, get out from the corner.” He said, sternly.

“No!” You said.

“(Y/N), you’re going to get stuck. Get out.”

“No!”

He sighs. “Look…” He shifts to sit down completely, setting his hat to the side. “I’m sorry, Doll. But this is part of my job, I have to leave. But I’m coming back, you know that. Right?”

Your head spiked again.

(Y/N).

It was a name he told he came off the top of his head, but knew deep down it would fit you.

Stevie.

You had an Uncle, a friend with a similar name. You start recalling his sky blue eyes and blond hair on a skinny face. You start recalling his sky blue eyes and blond hair on his muscular form of red, white, and blue.

Barnes.

You remember the man with the brown strains and ocean colored orbs that always had a big smile. You remember all the good times you had with him. You remember all the bad, but he always stuck by you. Your mind started to unwind, the brainwashing slowly becoming undone as you recalled who he was to you.

Your father.

Your eyes widened. “I’m (Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” You announced, only to find yourself gasping when you felt cold metal against your temple. You stilled in your seat, and in the corner of your eye you saw his dark expression.

His finger never once twitched against the trigger, eyes looking into yours as he had the plane on autopilot. “So, you finally remember? Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”

You clenched your jaw. “Why? Why go through the trouble of breaking the control?” You asked, because it didn’t make any sense. Why kidnap a Winter Soldier if you aren’t going to use one for what they’re made for?

“Originally, I was going to activate you, but… where’s the fun in that?” Zemo replies, grinning again. “Besides, I want to see the look on your father’s face when I end you.”

You don’t know why, but you suddenly felt exactly your age again.

“M-My Father?” You choked, puzzled.

“Yes. From what I read in the file, you’ve come across him before.” Zemo tilts his head, waiting for the wheels in your head to start turning again. “Do you remember, (Y/N)?”

“(Y/N)!!” He yells, sounding like your dad, sounding like your Bucky.

“Papa!”

“(Y/N)!!” Bucky says, again, trying to get past as the guards start to grab him. “(Y/N)!!”

“Papa!!” You yelled again, as the two men that had you in their grasp started walking away with you. “Papa!! Help me!!”

“God dammit! Leave her alone!” He yells, after getting kicked in the stomach. “She’s my daughter, you fuckers! You get your filthy hands off of her!!”

You felt your heart sink, and tears started to prickle in your eyes. “I… I do.”

His smile grows, and so does the cold look in his eyes. “Good. Now-” He presses the barrel into your eight year old head some more, making sure you were getting the point. “You will do exactly what I say, and if you do then I’ll let your father live, but if you don’t, I’ll kill him and then you next, got it?”

You swallowed hard, and nodded. Too scared to say anything.

“Good.”

You stayed quiet again, watching him keep the gun close to him as he landed the plane. You are once again met with cold air and snow as you arrive at another HYDRA base, one that you haven't been to before. He pushes you ahead, aiming his weapon at your head. After wandering around for some time, your sensitive ears started to pick up harsh voices from afar. Your stomach sinks again, wondering what awaits you.

Before you could even think about it some more, Zemo manages to snake his arm around your throat, lifting you off the ground. You started to get choked up and began clawing at his arm.

“Keep struggling, and your father’s done. Got it?” He whispers, harshly as he pushes the gun back into your temple.

You whimpered, and stopped moving your hands. Instead, you keep him on his arm as he drags you through a set of doors, staying in the shadows. As tiny spots danced your eyes, you looked out into the open room. Horror filled you when you saw a familiar chair, and torturous devices along it; But the fear went out the window when you saw who was there.

Aside from a man in a red metal suit, your breath got caught when you saw them. Your father just like Zemo promised, and to your surprise, your Uncle. You watched as the man in the suit demanded for the shield back, and you watched Steve, who was holding onto your father, ready to toss it.

That's when Zemo made his move.

"Leaving so soon? We just got acquainted." He said, staying in the dark.

Steve stiffened, irritation was radiating off of him as he carefully slid Bucky's arm off him. He takes hold of his shield, ready to throw it blindly where he heard Zemo's voice from.

"Not so fast, Captain. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warned, taking a step. “I am holding some precious cargo for the both of you.”

Confusion was up in the air for the blond, and he held his breath as the Baron came out from his hiding spot, showing off you with a gun at your head. He smiles when he notices a new shade of white brushing over Steve's skin.

"Ah. You recognized her. I was afraid that you wouldn’t after so many years apart.” Zemo said, tilting his head. “And what about you, James? Do you recognize your little (Y/N) after so much time?”

He gives your neck and squeeze, causing you to wince and whimper, “P-Papa…”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up from where he was kneeling on the ground, the pain in your voice was something that caused that certain instinct to kick back on. Although, the more you looked at him, the more you could see all the damage HYDRA had done; But the wheels in his head were luckily turning to draw up more memories buried deep.

“(Y/N)?” He whispers in disbelief.

That small crack in his friend’s voice was enough to knock Steve out of his trance. He wasn’t even going to question how you’ve been alive and still a kid after all this time, he just needed to get you away from the psychotic man.

“Zemo, let her go. Your problem doesn’t involve her.” Steve said, cautiously but still stern. He could see Bucky’s left hand curl into a fist in the corner of his eye.

“Why should I? You should feel my pain. The both of you.” Zemo said, pressing the barrel into your temple some more to prove his point. The grip on your neck tightens too, causing you to cough and squirm against him.

A sudden thought crossed your mind.

Why can’t I phase willingly?

Never have you ever thought that you’d be wishing for that, but you were scared, and couldn’t breathe. You could tell that your father and uncle were too afraid to move, but desperately wanted to save you.

“Zemo, I’m begging you, please don’t you dare hurt her. She’s just a kid.” Steve said, holding his hands up. It reminded you of someone trying to tame a wild animal (or a mad man in this case).

“And so was my son. But you Avengers didn’t seem to mind that.” Zemo said, bitterly. “Now James here will know exactly what it feels like to hold your child’s corpse in your arms.” He chuckles darkly. “And even you, Captain America. It seems like the two of you are close, so maybe you’ll feel my pain also.”

You could hear his finger starting to pull on the trigger, and started to cry.

“P-Papa!...” You cried out, and you could see the two of them start to move.

The sound of the gun went off, and you screamed as it echoed around you.

Echoed.

Wait… what?

The gun most definitely went off, but it didn’t go through you. So, what just happened? Suddenly, Zemo’s grip was starting to loosen on you, and you hear someone start shouting from behind.

“Let her go!!!” T’Challa said, his hand on the barrel of the gun.

Zemo struggled to keep you in his hold, but wouldn’t give up until your savior managed to throw him off you. You shrieked as you were tossed on the ground, curling into yourself as the battle began behind you.

Zemo manages to dodge T’Challa’s attack, as he fires a few shots to buy himself some time to get away.

“Your Highness!” You heard Steve say.

“You take the kid, and get out of here! I’ll meet up with you afterwards.” T’Challa replies, and you hear him run off.

Soon, you were met with a warm embrace.

“(Y/N)!” Your dad said, pulling you into a protective grasp.

With teary eyes, you looked up to see a face you haven’t seen in so long. “P-Papa…” You replied as the child you were. You clutched the jacket he had on, and buried your head into his neck. You sobbed. “Papa…”

“Baby doll… I got you…” He whispers, sounding like he was on the verge of breaking. “Y-You’re safe.”

“Papa…”

“(Y/N).”

“Bucky, we gotta go.” Steve said, touching his shoulder to ground him.

Bucky nods. “Right. Okay.”

He uses his left arm to hold you up, while using his right to hold you closer to his chest before standing up. Your sensitive nose could smell the blood and sweat coming off of him, which made you a bit nauseous, but you could care less at this point. You were finally reunited with your dad after so long.

“You go ahead, I’ve got one more thing to do.” Steve said, ushering you two head for the door.

So that’s what the two you did, as the blond man strolled over to his teammate, tossing the shield to the ground beside him. Tony stared at it as it wobbled around before settling, then gave him an expression of mixed emotions.

“See? He’s not as bad as you think.” Steve said, keeping a straight face, but you could see how his eyes glass over. “I just wished you would understand the situation he’s in.”

Tony’s jaw slacked, then tightened as he asked, “Was it worth it? To start a war? To be… divided? A fugitive?”

Steve nods slowly without a split second of doubt. “Yes. But… if that was you, or any of my friends, I would do the same exact thing in a heartbeat.”

And without another word, Steve turned and left Tony behind with his father’s creation. He left with a jab in his heart, but he will stand by what he’s doing to save Bucky, and now you.

And he’ll surely stand by what he said about doing this all over again in a heartbeat.

//////

You were now riding in an airplane that was so much different than the one Zemo took you on earlier, it was so much more… advanced than the ones you’re used to. Speaking of that man, he was now tied up somewhere in the back, and was guarded by a group of women called the Dora Milaje who were called upon by their king (Which you found a bit awestruck. How many could say that a king saved their asses?).

“We’re almost to Wakanda.” T’Challa said, entering the seating area, coming to stand next to Steve.

“Thank you.” He said, gratefully.

The two of them started to make small talk which you would have listened to if it wasn’t for your father starting to stroke the top of your head. You looked up at him from the spot on his lap, and he was giving you a small smile that didn’t match the expression in his eyes. Which was understandable, giving everything that’s happened.

You found yourself frowning, a sadness hovering over you. “Papa?”

“Yeah?” He said, quietly.

“Do you remember me?”

You felt his hand stop moving, and the metal left arm that laid on the sideline twitch a bit at your words. The look in his eyes grew, which made your heart ache, but he still kept the smile you saw in your dreams.

“Yes.” Bucky said, softly. “Of course, doll. I remember everything about you. I remember your little giggles, and how you put sparkling clips in my hair-” He boops your nose which makes you laugh. “And your dollhouse that we use to play together. Everything.”

You watched him laugh as well, as he held your cheek in his palm, taking a better look at you. Through the darkness in his orbs, you could make the sense of fondness in them.

“You’ve gotten so big.” He said, realizing you didn’t look like the four year old he left on the poarch for war. It amazed him, but honestly scared him at the same time. “How old are you now?”

“Eight.” You told him, almost nine you wanted to say, but didn’t want to add more salt to the wound.

“E-Eight.” He choked, and it was like a knife to each one of your hearts. “Eight. Oh my god… t-they…”

He lets his head fall while shaking it, and you look at him worriedly, wondering if you should have just kept your mouth shut. When he raised it back up, you could see the struggle he was having of trying not to cry. He wanted to be strong for you, and you were debating with yourself if that was a good idea or not.

“Oh m-my god, (Y/N).” He stutters, realizing something. “I-I thought you were an hal-hallucination that day in the l-lab. I thought th-they were playing tricks on me again.” He shudders, almost making you cry. “I-If I had known… that was r-really you I would have lo-looked for you. God dammit. (Y/N)... I’m so s-sorry, I-”

You shook your head, and touched your father’s shoulder. “N-No, papa, no…dad..” You trembled, starting to get choked up yourself. “It’s not your fault. They made me forget you too! Honest!”

Both T’Challa and Steve shifted a bit as they listened. Biting their lips at what HYDRA has done to them. To your father. To you, a child.

Bucky sniffles, his heart breaking even more at those words. “(Y/N), doll, I gotta ask.” he begins. “W-When did they take y-you?”

“Um…” You start to think, and that day soon hits you like a slap in the face. That horrible, horrible day. “It happened when I w-was six. It um… it was after… y-you died.”

You and Bucky missed the way Steve froze in his place and his stomach tied into knots. You were six and were taken after your father had died. He left you alone and you were taken. You were targeted the moment he left your house.

Steve swallows hard, and covers his mouth with his hand as he looks at the floor. Guilt surges through his serum induced viens. HYDRA took you when you were practically in his arms’ reach. But you weren’t done with your tale that would soon leave him and your father emotionally destroyed.

“Um… They… th-these men… they came into the house and um…” You could still see the blood all over the hallway, and made you want to vomit on the spot because it was their blood. You sobbed and tears started to fall. “T-They… they killed them… Papa…”

“Papa, they… they k-killed Auntie Rebecca, a-and El-Eleanor, and Vic-Victoria, and… and.. Gr-grandpa and grand… ma…” You started shaking, that you were missing the Earth shattering look on your dad’s face. “They killed them, and th-then took me.”

“B-But…” Bucky trails off, trying to put this all together. “B-But why?”

You sobbed again. “Be-Because. They said th-that since I'm y-your kid, that the s-serum could work on me.”

“W-What?”

“T-They wanted another W-Winter Soldier, s-so they made m-me. They m-made me like you, b-but more.”

You started taking in gulps of air because you started to feel like you couldn’t breathe, all while your dad touched your cheek again, pressing away some tears with his flesh thumb.

“What do you mean?” He asked, keeping the trembling out of the question with great difficulty. “What did they do to you?”

“T-They called m-me Phantom. They g-gave me the ability to walk th-through walls and st-stuff.” You reply, painfully. You hated that part of yourself so much. “But… It wouldn't al-always work, so… so they would hurt me, a-and yell at me, and… t-touch me until I could do it.” You sobbed loudly. “I-I always hated that, papa… and they w-wouldn’t stop!”

By the end of your story, Bucky was already crying while you were full on bawling. Your face red and eyes puffy as you shook under his palm. Steve had to look away, or otherwise there would be three people down for the count when they got to Wakanda. One look at yours and Bucky’s faces would destroy him in an instant.

Bucky mentally started cussing out every single HYDRA agent that you came across. Laid hands on you. He wanted nothing more to send them over to the next life. He starts making soft shushing noises, and stroking your cheek.

“Baby doll… sweetheart… It’s okay.” He said, gently. “It’s okay.” He pulls you in close with his one arm, not even daring to touch you with the one that those monsters gave him. “Shh. It’s okay, you’re safe. I promise. I promise.”

You sobbed into his chest, soaking his jacket as he made a small rocking motion in his seat. It was something he used to do with you when you were younger and got upset. It worked like a charm when you were a baby, and it helped out a lot when you were a toddler, so he was determined that this was going to work on an eight year old as well.

He started muttering the same words over and over again for a while, until he started showering the top of your head with kisses. It reminded you of the day he left for war, holding you in his arms and giving you a big hug; Kissing with all the love he had for you before passing you back to Steve.

You croaked his name and held onto him like he was going to fade away if you did. You felt so small again, just like you did when those men came into your house and brought you into the depths of hell.

//////

You sat next to your dad, watching as the doctor finished examining, and preparing him for something that you quite didn't understand. The man told your dad they'll be getting it ready.

Getting what ready? You thought, watching the man leave the room.

"Papa?" You asked, curiosity sparking you.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?"

"Where are you going?"

The look of sadness crossed his eyes again, but his fond smile never left his face.

"Well…" He begins, brushing some hair out of your face. "Your dad needs to go away for some help."

You frown. Help? Why? "Why do you need help?"

"Well, your dad's not right in the head, sweetheart. I'm… sick. Unwell. Those people really messed me up."

Those people meaning HYDRA you soon figured out.

“Oh…” You whispered, sadly. Your eyes started to sting again. You had just got your dad back, and now you were going to lose him again.

He kisses the top of your head, as you reached for his hand to hold it tight.

“But don’t worry, I’m going to get better. Get this thing off too.” He said, showing off his prosthetic arm. “So, I’m going to have you stay with Steve for a little while. If that’s okay?”

“Uncle Steve’s going to be with me?” You asked, a way of mixed emotions coming through you.

“Yeah. Are you going to be okay with that? I mean you two are going to have to stay off the radar for a while. At least until the dust settles.”

“I understand, Papa.” You smile bittersweetly. “I like Uncle Steve.”

He copies your expression. “Me too.” He kisses your head again, before pulling you into a side hug. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You bury your head into his chest again, throwing your arms around his neck. Although it’s going to hurt to be away from him for a little while longer, you could see how much he desperately needed this; And all you wanted was to see your dad to be happy again after years of suffering.

“I love you, too.” You said, happily.

//////

Bucky was placed back into cryo, only this time it wasn’t in the clutches of the enemy. His arm was removed, and the scientists began working on a way to remove the bad words swimming through his head.

You were asleep in another comfortable embrace, your father’s best friend holding you close as he stared out the window that overlooked Wakanda. Steve felt almost a wave of relief that you were here in his arms, but couldn’t shake away the horrible feeling that you were still a kid after all this time. You should be bigger, an adult. Possibly married, maybe have kids of your own, but…

Not this. Not what your father had endured over the last seventy years. It made his look on HYDRA even worse. So he holds you close like he’s seen your dad do. He makes soft shushing sounds when you whimper, and scrunch your nose at a bad dream, trying to soothe you into getting a good night's sleep. God knows you probably need it.

He keeps his attention on you and the city, only glancing over when someone comes up next to him.

“Thank you for this.” He replies, truthfully.

T’Challa stays quiet for a moment before saying, “Your friend and my father were both victims. If I could help one of them find peace…” He trails off when his voice gets shaky, which doesn’t help Steve’s nerves.

He keeps his jaw tight, trying to keep a good composure. “You know, if they found out he’s here-” He looks at the King. “They’ll come for him.”

T’Challa almost scoffs at that, and puts on a strong face as he gazes over his home. “Let them try.”

Steve hums in amusement, while fixing his hold on you again. Your head rolled into his neck, and your hand held onto his shirt, as you muttered something incoherent.

T’Challa looked at you worriedly. “How is she?”

“Doing alright. She just wants her father, though.” Steve replies.

“Which is understandable, giving everything that I’ve piece together.” He frowns. “Although I understand what HYDRA was trying to do, making people into weapons, I draw a line at using a child to do terrible things.”

“I agree.”

T’Challa steps closer, revealing something he’s been holding for a while. A case file with bold letters saying ‘PHANTOM’. “This was on the plane that Zemo took. It has everything they’ve ever done on Miss Barnes.”

Steve doesn’t make a move to grab it, only staring at it with a subtle look of hatred. “S-So what did you find?” he asks, as the king tucks it under his arm.

“From what I skim through, they’ve pretty much repeated the history of her father. Trained her. Experimented on her. They even got her to kill a few people in the early run.” He said, watching the blond man look away. “They’ve even implanted triggers in her head. Although, I don’t think we have to worry about that.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s simple, she’s a kid. Although they're easy to mold, they also don’t listen.” T’Challa said, getting the man to laugh at that. “From her record, she rebelled a lot, but managed to get brainwashed before repeating the cycle again.”

“So, are you saying she’s safe from them?” Steve asked, hoping that’s true.

“She might be. A child needs love and nurturing. Give her that, and maybe she’ll break free. We’ll even test it out in a year to make sure.” He places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders, who seemed torn between two worlds at this point. So he continues,

“I know you seem hesitant to try, but when I saw the Barnes together earlier I could see there was still joy in the darkness of her eyes. Her father has it too, but it’s very, very small, so he needs the extra push to bring him back to the other side. All she needs is someone to hug her lovingly every night.”

Steve blinked away the stinging sensation in his eyes, because T’Challa was right, you need someone now more than ever. Although, he would prefer if it was Bucky with you right now, he wouldn’t mind stepping in until his friend was better.

“I think I can manage that.” he replies, smiling a little. Unfortunately, T’Challa saw something else that his eyes gave away.

“But you aren’t staying, aren’t you?” The king asked.

“No. I have friends I gotta save. Got to find.” His mind wandered to his teammates that threw everything away to make sure he and Bucky could escape. “I’ve got to return the favor.”

“And you’re taking her with you?”

“That’s the plan. I know I should keep her here, but she needs someone she knows.”

“I completely understand. Just be careful, Mr. Rogers.”

“I will. Thank you.” He says, and he truly means it.

//////

And that’s what the two of you did. He looked after you, and comforted you when you needed it, all while Steve was working up a plan to get everyone he knows out of prison. He waited with every passing day for a single call.

And then months later, he did. A cryptic but secretive message sent by the only person who escaped being sent to jail; And that was-

“Natasha.” Steve beamed, with a smile that stood out in the dark color of his beard.

He greeted her just outside the forcefield of Wakanda, hugging the faux blond haired assassin.

“Steve. It’s good to see you.” She said, smiling as well. “New look?”

“Makes the two of us.” He replies, touching his chin. “What did you call it, Pumpkin? My crime beard?”

He looks down at you as you walk over, a small backpack over your shoulder. You purse your lips, and shake your head. “No. Your criminal beard.”

“Oh, right. That’s it.” He said, before patting your shoulder. “(Y/N), this is Natasha. This the hardcore friend I was telling you about.”

You gave her a small, nervous wave. “Hi.”

“Hardcore? That’s nice of you, Steve.” She said before bending down to your level. “Hi, (Y/N). He’s told me a lot about you.” Her face softened when she saw how shy you were, going behind your uncle’s leg a bit. “Don’t worry, although I’m a spider, I don’t bite.”

That made you giggle a little, watching her stand up.

“Ready for a prison break?” Nat asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” Steve says, before looking down at you again. “Once we find everyone, we’ll come back here, and hopefully your dad will be out. Okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

You take his hand, and follow them towards the aircraft. You already had a feeling you were going to be gone for a while, but that was alright with you. By the time this will be over, your dad should be free from cryo and the trigger words again.

You smiled at that thought.

You couldn’t wait to see your dad again.

(TBC in ‘IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ENDGAME’)

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yeojaa · 3 years

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stay gold.

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. blond!jk being a good boy? idk. that’s literally it. wc. 3k. beta reader. @hobi-gif, ofc. author note. this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun. Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.

Sure, there are the downsides. All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone. There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office; the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though. He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes. He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless. Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you. Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

(Still, this comes close, stealing all the air from your lungs.)

“Hey, baby.” It’s his usual greeting, offered without hesitation as he crosses the threshold and tosses his keys into the catch-all by the door. Kicks off his chunky sneakers and peels his sweater over his head, effectively tousling the tawny threads.

He’s so handsome it’s outright disgusting, leaving you gaping up at him from your post on the couch. Gives you very little to work with as he shimmies down the hall, grabs an apple off the kitchen island, and then not-so-gracefully plops himself down beside you.

You still haven’t found your words by the time he takes two gigantic bites, flesh crunching between his teeth, big doe eyes sparkling like he’s stepped right out of a Disney film.

“D’you like it?”

Did you? Well, obviously.

You’ve never imagined Jungkook blond. He’d gone through a phase in college, colours of the rainbow rotating through the ends of his hair. Brown, red, orange, blue. You’d loved each hue but this was something else entirely. (Different even from the two months he’d spent as full-on ginger, committing far too hard to his Haikyuu!! Halloween costume.)

This version of him is steeped in some twisted fantasy, a dream crafted by years of bedtime stories and happily ever afters. It screams Prince Charming and has you reaching for him before you know what you’re doing, threading fingers through the surprisingly soft silk that curls over his ears and looks so lovely next to the silver of his piercings.

You mean to be gentle, to comb delicately through flax but fuck. He looks so good you want to devour him. (You can only imagine your face - a lovesick puppy brought home from the pound.)

There’s still apple in his mouth, juice tracking down his chin because you’re really making it quite hard for him to chew when you’ve got him like this, two hands on either side of his face, holding him in place. Inspecting him like a piece of meat as he peers at you, deceptively innocent and amused. “That’s a yes?”

An answer comes in the form of a kiss, of limbs rearranging and settling directly into his lap. Knees wide, chest to chest, you can’t even be bothered by the sickly sticky feel of his skin, the way his hands are too cold to be creeping up beneath the hem of your - his - shirt.

(Where had he put the apple? You know it’s not finished, two bites in and left to roll all over the rug. You’ll give him shit for that later, when you’re not so distracted.)

“You look like Barbie,” you mumble against his lips, into the warmth of his mouth. You ignore the way he laughs, swallowing it down with a pass of your tongue and too much spit swapped, a string of saliva caught between you when you come up for air.

Somehow, you’re still lightheaded, all your thoughts framed into the familiar silhouette of the boy beneath you. Cherry red lips - your fault, from all your biting and teasing and the balm you’d applied earlier - and blond hair. Who would’ve known that was your weakness?

(Deep down, you know Jungkook as a whole is the issue. That it’s your stupid handsome boyfriend with his lopsided smile and bunny teeth, dimples and that scar on his cheek. This is just a new layer to be explored, another reason you love him added to the Jungkook Best Boy jar that sits front and centre in your mind’s eye.)

“Don’t say that,” he groans, equal parts reproach and affection, palms resting where they belong, nestled over your spine. Long fingers toy with the soft cotton of your thong, brushing over the seamless material with small repetitive motions.

You realise then his hands aren’t the only things heating up.

The two of you have an understanding, an abiding awareness of the boundaries of your relationship and the roles you take on. Best friend, occasional sucker for the sake of a TikTok, lover.

He knows how much you hate your dirty laundry being aired - does his very best to never post anything that might be misconstrued, ensures he only ever portrays you in a good light because the internet could be cruel. (Even if he argued with you in the quiet of your home, he’d keep you safe outside of the four walls.)

You know how he needs his quiet time but that sometimes, a night out was unavoidable, a part of his life he - and by extension you - couldn’t always say no to. (Even if you were achy and tired by midnight, glaring down at your phone as he made his rounds, exchanged contact details and rambled about shit that meant nothing.)

He’s learnt to make your eggs the way you love them: soft in the centre, covered with too much pepper. He never washes your clothes in hot water (not after The Great Sweater debacle) and he always makes sure not to use your special memory foam pillow.

You kiss him goodnight without fail and play with his hair until he falls asleep; you bury your face against his chest when he’s had a long day, signing your love with the felt-tip of your lips. You bring him fresh cut fruit when he’s been working for more than three hours and wash his hair when he’s stressed.

Knowing each other was easy; loving each other was like breathing.

This, though, is different. New. Special.

He’s never been like this before, glazed over in the eyes, patience wearing thin. Sat so well, picture perfect beneath you and cornsilk crown lighting his entire expression up like a halo, he’s ethereal.

“Baby,” he whines, grits through his teeth as you roll your hips that much slower, the glide impossibly smooth thanks to the lychee watermelon lube he’d received to his PO box. (One of the items you hadn’t thrown away from that package, together with a handful of other toys that’d come in handy over the months.)

You’re shameless, soothing a hand across his cheek, thumb slipping past his lips. (You ignore the noise of indignation, meet it with a twinkling laugh of your own.) It sweeps over his tongue, pressing down in tandem with the second sound - one that echoes out of his chest, a growl that pitches into a whine and makes your ears buzz. “Hi, baby.”

“Stop teasing.” It’s practically begging - or as close to it as Jungkook will get. It draws a smile and another pass of your thumb, gliding across his gums to slot against the interior of his cheek. You’ve got him fishhooked, immobile, even as he glares up at you.

(He’s so, so handsome. Looks utterly out of it even as he tries to harden his gaze, coerce you into doing what he wants with that stare that makes your heart lurch pathetically in your chest.)

“You don’t like this?”

You know he does - that he loves being pampered. That he’ll rarely ask, instead pouting at you from wherever he sits until you turn to putty under his gaze and smother him in all the love you have to offer.

“I do. I just—” The rest of his words don’t come, stolen by a gasp when you grind against him, swollen head of his cock bumping against your clit. He’s making a mess of you both, back arching, hips rising, hands fisted into the sheets even as he chases friction like a dog does its tail. The warmth between your legs is so close he looks as if he’ll lose his mind, rutting against your cunt like just the right angle might get him what he wants. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you retort, mouthful of teasing that only earns you another glare, some poor semblance of one as he bites into the webbing of your hand, bucks up impatiently.

“Please.” He tries again, a different tactic this time, all sugar-spun sweetness. Strawberry shortcake rather than sour cherry pie, so eager to get what he wants that he’s not above pulling out all the stops. A hand risen from the sheets, digits decorated in ink swimming over your skin, sinking into the meat of your thigh.

(He doesn’t push though. Knows you’ll pull the moment he does.)

“Please?” An echo chamber, endlessly teasing, and a ducked head, lips finding the sweat-slick column of his throat. Just one drag of your tongue has him crumbling further, careful composure slipping with each swivel of your hips, the edge of your teeth. There’s nothing but desperation radiating off him, demand choked back when you drift lower, tracing over his chest, teasing him in the ways you know best.

It’s all so unnecessary, drawing out what he wants until he’s a goner, three seconds from combusting beneath you. You’d give him anything he ever asked for - offer it all up on a silver plate, a meal fit for a king. This is just fun, different and exciting.

You relent with a minor adjustment, settling yourself against him, face dropped into the crook of his neck. “Slowly.”

He repeats after you, uncertain and hopeful; his hand falls further, warmth descending to pull you close, hold you still. As much as he needs this - needs you - he loves the slow burn just as much. The stutter of his pulse gives him away, erratic beneath your touch. He’s a thousand miles above the clouds, floating on cloud nine; every second passed is another tingle of his toes, a tightening of the coil in his stomach.

When he aligns himself against your core, pre-cum pearling over his tip, he does exactly as you’ve asked. Sinks into you at such a leisurely pace you wonder if you might be the one who splinters apart, shatters into a million tiny pieces at the way he splits you open.

“Good?” Jungkook asks so nicely it’s impossible for you to say no, to deny him this tiny bit of reassurance.

(Maybe it’s the way he looks, crowned in glittering gold, painted by Fra Angelico. Or maybe it’s how his smile spills like sunshine, a peachy pink horizon dragging over the apples of his cheeks, burnt red like their namesake.)

(Whatever it is, it’s everything you want, packed perfectly and pouting.)

“Good boy,” you purr, breath hitching once he’s sheathed to the hilt, seated so deeply within that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

You’ve never felt so full before - close to overflow, taunted and taxed by ridges and veins, each flex of his hips that drives him somehow further within your fluttering walls. So full you might burst, that you can’t possibly hold yourself together when he begins to move, fucking you tenderly, as if he can feel the weight of the moment.

There’s something happening. A shift in the air, in the axis of your planet that revolves around him. It falls on its side, spins wildly out of control, and you’re emotional. It’s not just his hair - that gilded crown he wears, heavy heavy heavy like aureate coin - or the impossible dark of his eyes - blown out, an entire galaxy devoured by the supermassive black hole that is his pupils. It’s the things you can’t see, the pieces beneath skin, soft and jammy, the tongue-tart sweetness.

(The thing with Jungkook is that he doesn’t let go, refuses to fully submit, always so careful to regulate his voice when things get to be too much. He’ll blink back his tears, stifle a sob, even as his breath disappears from nothing but a delicate brush of his chest.)

You take his vulnerability as a treasure, hold it close and craft a chest for its home, promise to keep it safe even while you're the one who poses the most danger. When it’s your teeth and tongue that eviscerates the soft of his flesh, makes him keen and gasp, heart pounding like hooves, beat imprinted against, under, into your palms.

When he begs you to move - manages the request in a broken articulation that makes you giggle - you give, swivel your hips in a figure eight, an infinity of motion that never ends.

You take all he has to offer and sing your praise into the wet of his mouth. Lick over teeth and gums and trade spit for love; know there’s only more where that came from, that the fountain begs to overflow as he finally - finally - breaks that much more, gripping your hips gentle as can be. Hands soothe up and down, an unspoken plea in how he thumbs your hip bones, taps hopefully over the small of your lower back.

He doesn’t need to speak for you to hear him.

It’s more than a kiss forming against your skin. It’s a confession of adoration, sealed by the frame of his mouth, cemented by the sting of his teeth. It’s I love you without saying it, plastering the pecks along your spine, placing them safely in all the spaces you’ve created for him.

It’s also an apology, because he’s just torn your castle to pieces, shattered your entire fantasy into smithereens.

He hadn’t expected you to react the way you had, rolling off him as if he hadn’t just been chasing the sweet bliss of release, splitting your walls and making you wail above him. It has him pouting, utilising the one thing that melts you down like candle wax.

“Baby,” he whines, reaching for you, needy and horny and so hard he imagines all the blood has rushed from his head straight to his cock. Everything spins when he moves with you, scrambles across the California king to paw at your hip.

He’d been so good for you - wasn’t that enough?

“Don’t,” you grumble, searing his insides with just one look. (It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.)

“But—” A plea punctuated by groping hands, eager as always, smoothing over the swell of your ass, flesh squeezing between knuckles. He’d normally let this go - fuck into his closed fist in the shower after he’s done something to cut playtime short - but he can’t help it now. He’s been on the edge for so long, lit up in neon that demands to be seen, heard, felt.

“Don’t dye it again.”

Oh?

That has him reeling, laughing, such a stupid grin across his face. It devours everything else, spearing dimples into place as he pulls you against him. You can feel his smile forming against your skin, the wet drag of his tongue as he sucks a welt into the sensitive spot of your shoulder.

“You wanna play with Barbie, baby?” It’s such a stupid line - utterly sophomoric and riddled with teasing and yet the delivery has you shivering in his arms, equally childish huff splitting your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t listen to you often - not about silly things like this - but he figures he can, just this once.

“I won’t,” he chirps, sneaking another kiss, stamping another smooch. It’s working exactly as he wants, stilling your protesting limbs as he cages you to him, slips his hand back where he most wants to be. The glide is perfect, a mixture of arousal and fruity lubricant; he slips a finger in without resistance, grinding his palm against your clit.

“R-really?” Of course you don’t believe him. He messes with you too often, plays too many pranks. (He deserves that.)

His promise comes too easy, driven by how nice you feel, how pretty you sound when he presses another digit in along the first. The scissor of his fingers is languid, exploring for the spots that make you breathless as he hums a noise of affirmation against your neck; he fucks you open as if he has to, as if you aren’t already dripping, eagerly sucking him in. “Really.”

“Put it in then, Ken doll.”

He laughs - and then he does. In bed, with your knee hooked over his, pace slow and sure and sinful. In the shower, bent over with his hands bruising your hips. In the kitchen for a late night snack, another apple in his mouth and your hands in his hair.

Maybe blonds did have more fun.

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iwantutobehapppier · 4 years

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Rough Ridin’

Pairing: Bucky Rogers

Summary: Being away from Bucky was never easy for you, and it wasn’t easy for Bucky either. Idle thoughts and such.

Warnings: Smut! SMUT SMUT! 18+ Only! Male oral, some toys can’t say without spoiling, light choking, daddy kink. If any of these situations bother you please read no further.

Word Count: 3,083

A/N: This is for my beautiful Tumblr wife @sagechanoafterdark it is her Birthday today! AAAHH!! Go wish her a happy birthday. I offer to you my goddess wife Bucky Smuts.

Pulling the covers over your head you attempt to block out the rising sun. It was the eighth day you woke up alone in your bed, spreading your fingers over the cold sheet to your side you mourn the missing body.

Bucky had been away on a mission for far too long and while you were updated on his safety, you two had not spoken or texted each other in over a week now. The feelings of detachment were setting in, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d make it. You and Bucky were anchors for each other, both so torn in unique and often tragic ways.

Determined to spend the rest of the day in bed, because what was the point in leaving, you bundled up under a ridiculous amount of layers you had to use without your Super-Soldier. Just as your lids felt heavy with sleep Friday’s voice pulls you from your descent into slumber.

“There’s a package at the front awaiting a signature from Bucky Ma’am.” You flipped the covers from your head looking up perplexed. “Could you please sign for it?”

“Uh, sure?” You rush to get dressed in something other than underwear and Bucky’s shirt, but you leave said shirt on the bed knowing you’ll put it back on once you return.

Huffing and puffing you carry the cumbersome box into your shared living quarters with Bucky. After setting it down your return to your room to change when your phone goes off from the bedside table. Pulling your shirt and yoga pants off to slip Bucky’s shirt back on, you unlock your phone and squeal at the sight of Bucky’s name.

Don’t open the package. I’ll be home tonight. 😘

You chew on your bottom lip a little upset at the sudden communication after radio silence to be instructions for you like you’re a child but he was coming home. Tonight. Deciding to push the insecurities about the abrupt tone you felt from the text to focus on the positive you look in the mirror.

Oh, you were not looking at your best. Between, pizza binging, podcasts, reading and occasional adventure to talk with a fellow Avenger you hadn’t really been doing much upkeep. Looking at the clock you nod your head, plenty of time to shapen up for your boy.

~~*~~

A hot shower, face mask, shaving, epilator, blow dryer and some good skincare routine you feel not only human but sexy. You could feel your pent up sexual needs blooming at the prospect of Bucky being home soon. The way he knew how to take care of you made your blood boil just at the thought. Pulling a worn but clean Henley from Bucky’s drawer you drag it over your head to pair with your black bikini strap panties. Pulling up your phone your lips spread into a wide smile at missed texts from Bucky.

I can’t wait to see you. 😍 Been thinking about you every day. Thinking about how sexy you look spread out for me. I know you’ve been so patient and good 😉 Can’t wait to hold you in my arms Then hold you down. 😈 See you soon babe.

You felt warmth bloom over your face at how quickly he flipped from your sweet boyfriend to sexy daddy. Your thighs clenched together as your fingers typed an equally sexy and sweet reply. The thoughts spinning through your head at what could unravel tonight would not be good for the countdown of his return. You need a distraction.

You skip your way into the living room, posting up on the couch and pulling your latest book into your lap hoping it’ll help you pass the time. You last awhile, well at least three hours, before needing something to drink and a snack. Leaning against the kitchen island you pop your snack into your mouth, whatever Bucky’s latest snack craving was. It varied from a new health food he wanted to try out all the way to him coming home with boxes and boxes of Oreos.

Speaking of boxes.

Your eyes caught the sight of that heavy box you brought in sitting by the door. Bucky had been so specific in telling you not to open it. Clearly, he was waiting for the notification of it being delivered as the time between your digital signature to his text was brief. What was in there that you couldn’t see? Or maybe he wanted to be the first one to open it?

Your phone goes off again and you rush to the couch anticipating some more sexting from Bucky but frown at the message being from a friend. Reading and replying you set your phone back down to return to your snack, downtrodden at the dashed possibility of more sexts from your boyfriend.

You pause next to the box, your finger in your mouth in contemplation you chew on your cuticle. A habit that could only happen if Bucky wasn’t around, else he’d whisper “You better stop or I’m going to put something much bigger between those lips.” Only to walk off as if nothing was lewd about his suggestion.

Walking up to the box you pay attention to the shipping label this time. You frown at the PO BOX, of course, though you’re perplexed at the lack of company name with returning shipping address. Oh, you were curious, a box you couldn’t open with no clear indication as to why?

What if you peeked into the box? Maybe some tape comes up and you just get a lookie? Flipping your nails over the edges where the cardboard was worn from travel, you contemplate the best way to get a peek of what’s inside.

Shaking your head you pulled yourself out of a ridiculous rabbit trail. He’d be home soon, then he’d open it and the mystery would be over. Though in your personal experience boxes without any company indication or label branding were illicit fun types of packages. You needed to know what was in there.

“Friday?”

“Yes, ma’am?” The delightful Irish AI pleasant to your ears now that you were fully awake.

“Can you scan the package for me?”

“It was scanned before entering the building ma’am for safety protocol.” An evil grin fell over your face, safety protocols being in your favor today.

“Show me the scan.” Without missing a beat the digital display in the living room lights up with a view of the contents inside the box. Moving towards the couch for a better look at the image you tilt your head to the side.

It wasn’t… It couldn’t be what you think it is. Fishing for your phone blindly on the couch as you continue to stare at the box’s contents until your phone is in front of your face. Taking a picture you attach it with a text to Bucky. “Is that what I think it is?”

I told you not to look inside.

Your phone starts ringing in your hands after you read the text from Bucky, without a second thought you answer.

“Hey doll,” the warm richness of his voice hits your ears, you can feel your entire body relax from head to toe.

“Hey,” Bucky gives a sigh of content, your voice doing the same for him.

“You know that’s a technicality right?” The warmth in his voice laced with authority. Oh, you were toeing a line.

“Your text said do not open it,” you justify once more. “I simply used technology to my advantage.”

“Open it.” You blinked at his command, and it was indeed a command.

“Open it, and you better be on it until I get home.” You look at the box then away. You weren’t sure you could do that, but if Bucky told you to do it then you would try.

“Okay,” he grunts displeased with your response.

“Yes, daddy.” You can hear him stifle a groan. It suddenly occurs to you that Steve could be by him, or even Sam. “I miss you, daddy,” you lay it on thick.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” his breaths quicken. “You better stop it.”

“Make me,” you hang up the phone well aware you had pushed your boyfriend but giddy at the outcome. Looking at the now looming box you square your shoulders determined to do what was asked of you. Your phone goes off for a text.

You’ve got two hours.

You shoulder sag, this would be torture, another text came through.

Do NOT cum. 😈😘

Opening the box you pull out the large bulky object covered in plastic wrap. Taking a deep breath you lifted the object up and brought it into the bedroom. Muttering under your breath about lack of super-soldier strength. Pulling it out of the wrapping you unveiled the solid black saddle mount with lifted rectangle on top with a small raised area.

He had bought a fucking Sybian.

After you’ve cleaned it off with the provided cleansing wipes you plug it in, taking the black setting box with you as you straddle the Sybian. Keeping your underwear on for now you were going to start at the lowest setting and see how it goes. Turning the vibrations on you release a soft gasp at the sensation against your clit.

Feeling rather adventurous given the whole debacle leading up to this you turn the vibrations up two more notches.

Dropping the control, you place your hands on the front of the saddle and begin to rock against the vibrations slowly. Throwing your head back and arching your back at the sensations you bit your lower lip, your body tingling all over with need.

You’re not sure how long you were rotating your hips against the vibrations, but as you feel your body start to key up your hands blindly search for the discarded controls. Turning it off you slump down, holding yourself up on your elbows on the edge of the black cushioning. It was comfortable and very effective.

Taking a few minutes you catch your breath and let the fire you had started fizzle out before turning it back on with the lowest vibrations. Your hips rock back and forth without you realizing it. Hands slipping under the henley you pinch your nipples, whimpering out into the empty bedroom.

It’s slower this time, the pleasure rolling through you with gentleness but still raising the hair along your body. The curl in your toes as it slowly climbs. You start to feel yourself key up, eyes closed as the blood pumps through your veins so loud it deafens the sound of the vibrating motor. Without opening your eyes you reach for the control, a small frown marring your face as you open your eyes to look for it where you set it last.

Boots are the first thing you see. Whipping your head up you see Bucky cupping his growing erection while his metal hand holds the controller.

“Bucky,” You whine reaching for the controls. He steps forward, his crotch right at your eye level. He turns the device off and you sigh in remorse, you were hoping since he was there he would let you finish.

His flesh hand caresses your face, trailing down to cup your chin. Leaning down to slants his lips against yours a sigh of relief washes over him, how he had missed your lips, your face, your eyes, your everything. But he’d take stock of that later. Standing up he feels himself falter when you mewl from the loss of his kiss.

“I love you,” are the first words he says to you before he cranks the vibration control to the max. You cry out turning your head down as your thighs clenched around the saddle quivering against the plastic nylon. Bucky unzips his pants, removing his hardening cock from its confines.

When you lift your head up to moan, his right-hand grips the back of your head pushing his cock into your open mouth. Your moan vibrates along his shaft as he pushes himself down your throat.

He turns the vibrations to half power, pulling your head back and forth down his shaft. A moan falls from his lips as your soft tongue rolls around his pulsing cock. Your eyes water as he holds himself down your throat, your nose pressing into pubes.

“Been thinking about this every day.” His words garbled in your ears at the rushing blood but you can make out just enough of his words.

“Eight fucking days just doing recon,” he pulls your head back and you gasp out loud, his metal hand cranks the vibrations back up to max and you cry out. Your hips jerking back and forth on the machine, your voice raspy as you try to mutter out his name but can’t get past the B.

“Then I found this toy on Amazon and had the same-day delivery,” a cruel smile forms on his lips, watching you pant, drool trailing down your chin and dripping onto his henley. Letting go of your head he rips the henley up and off of you. The cool air making your nipples pucker, he trails his tongue over his lips at the sight.

Wrapping his hand in your hair forming a make-shift ponytail you look up at him, those soft blues all you can see as your orgasm starts to climb.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me,” He drops the controller, his metal hand gripping the base of his cock to tap the head against your outstretched tongue. Your soft whines and moans heat his entire body with need. Your eyes scrunch shut, lips encasing the head of his cock, your body rocking against the saddle as a sweeping sensation of pleasure overtakes you. The elusive orgasm finally taking over your body, if it hadn’t been for Bucky holding your hair you were certain you’d fall forward.

As you bask in the euphoria Bucky lifts you up by your armpits. His pliant blissed-out doll, he kisses your sweaty forehead before placing you on the bed face down. Turning around he turns the Sybian off then faces your twitching body. He slips your panties down your body, discarding his clothes as well.

By the time you are coming around you feel him lift your hips up in the air, a soft coo falls from your lips when you feel him nudge your folds with his cock.

“Daddy,” You whimper. That’s all Bucky can take, his pushing through your wetness and bottoming out, his hips flushed to your ass.

“Fuck,” He chants trying to regain his composure, but the way your walls flutter around him leaves him breathless. He cants his hips back slamming back in, your moans muffled into the bed.

Bucky knows he won’t last long, not with how good you feel. He lets go of your hips with one hand, curling in front to rub your clit in tight quick circles to match his thrusts. The clapping of your skin meeting with each thrust echoes off the walls. The force he uses makes your back dip down further until you're almost flat with the bed save where he holds your hips up.

You rub your face into the comforter, your body never fully coming down from ecstasy. You feel yourself begin to build up to the precipice but it feels overwhelming, so quick. His cock dragging along your walls, a particularly rough angled thrust pushes against your g-spot. Crying out you lift your head up.

“Too much!” He growls, only to rebound his efforts.

“No,” his hand on your clit snakes up your body between the valley of your breast to wrap around your neck, pulling your upper half up by his grip. Your walls tighten around him and flutter. Salacious sound of wet flesh hitting, your gushing juices running down your thighs as they tremble, your voice cracking with a moan. It jarring how quickly you cum again.

Bucky can’t hold off, the way you squeeze him, your noises, the shine of sweat down your back. He grunts his hips stuttering in their pace, he lets your upper body down gently as he can manage whilst his orgasm overtakes him. The hot spurts rushing into you pushes a soft mewl from your chapped lips.

He leans over your body, panting hot breath against your shoulder, followed by a kiss to sweat-slick flesh. Then another, between his heavy breaths he kisses along your shoulder blade, down your spine, a soft bite to your plump behind you swat at him and he chuckles at your hand missing him.

Slowly turning you over he crawls up the bed laying next to you. Pulling you to him, his arms wrap around you, soft gentle words pour from his mouth.

“You’re such a good girl,” he kisses your cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” than the other cheek. “I’m so happy you are mine,” he kisses your nose.

“I love you,” his lips press gently to yours, arms keeping you tight against him. When he pulls his lips from yours he notches your head below his, chin resting on the crown of your head.

“I love you too,” exhaustion evident in your soft tones.

“And I’m so lucky that you do.” He gently rocks you against him, relishing having his girl with him again. Sorely tempted to tell Steve to suck it next time he asked him to do a long recon.

You pull away from him after a little bit, finally coming down you need a bit of breathing room. Feeling safe enough to leave your side Bucky hops out of bed to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, set on cleaning you up.

As he walks back into the bedroom with a washcloth with a blissful smile.

“Hey,” you call out Bucky hm’s as he gets between your legs cleaning you up.

“That was less than two hours.” You state a matter of fact.

“I kicked Sam out of the pilot seat and got us home faster.” You cover your mouth suffocating the laugh that bubbles up from his response.

“So impatient,” you tease.

“Eight fucking days doll.” He tosses the washcloth near or in the clothing bin he can’t be sure and crawls up your body, holding himself above you.

“Oh, I know.”

“Good, let me help you forget.” He leans down to capture your lips once more, intent on using that new toy a few more times tonight.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x You #james bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes x reader #Steven grant Rogers x James Buchanan Barnes #smut #bucky smut #marvel smut #sage birthday gif

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ben-the-hyena · 3 years

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How about some headcannons for Hsi Wu?

Coming up !

The youngest of the 8. Feels carefree and responsibility-free, still young in mind and physically, enjoys his position as young as he is except a few disadvantages and just enjoys watching his elders fight each other while he sarcastically mocks or comments

The few disadvantages consisting in since he is the youngest being often bossed around by the others to go do chores (whether theirs or not) to make himself useful or bullied since they can since he is the youngest and the smallest

Since they are the 2 youngest (when she doesn't boss him around or bully him like we saw), he often keeps himself far from the elders' conflicts and comments and gossips about it with Po Kong. He also likes to pester her by standing over her shoulder or head, he knows she hates that

Technically likes to pester them all, it's his main amusement even if it owes him to be squished or thwarted away, it's always worth it to use his wings and younger status to be more carefree and feel invincible about his words (which he isn't but that's just little brother mood lol) ; sometimes he has them all fight thanks to lies just so he can be entertained. So does he towards humans, loving to toy with them for his amusement, manipulating then betraying like we saw with Jade

In fact he kind of admires his older brother Shendu even if he does have a grudge against him like all the siblings do on him. The way he manages to betray, lie, manipulate and use his brainds for self-serving schemes always was brilliant to him, and he wishes he could have that level sometimes. He also admires Xiao Fung for his humor and his carefree atittude, even if he can fear him sometimes. They even both are intetested in modern technology

He often needs to be entertained. The stay in the Netherworld is particularly unbearable for him

His Empire over all Subsaharian Africa was given to him by his siblings after he had begged and insisted to have his own. The others hesitated for a whime given how young and carefree he is no matter hpw he insisted (a bit like Pink Diamond to Yellow Diamond), but finally Xiao Fung ended up finding him ready and gave him what was left. He made his capital in Madagascar because he was proud to own one or the biggest islands in the world. Yet his banishment portal is in Boston because the day before he had had a fight with Po Kong, so he was going to unleash chaos and terror in a part of her own empire like a revenge

He is aro ace and never was interested in the concept of sex, therefore he has no harem and he is the only one od his siblings to be a virgin. They tend to be quite acephobic thinking he is just a sissy who is too scared of doing the deal and tend to mock him or push him (like even offering him some humans to try, he keeps going ew and refuses)

That's for the same reason he has no heir. Not only does the concept of making one disgusts him, he also is still young for demon standards therefore doesn't see himself as a parent yet, if not ever, not thinking that he should be concerned by any legacy

He is however a music lover who always requires a special slave to keep in a cage like a bird to entertain him with songs. Anytime, even at his most private moments like we see with Viper while he's taking a bath. Very sensitive to ballads, he may even cry

Can be sleep flying sometimes. Often brought himself trouble so in case he chains himself before going to sleep

As a baby, he would give terrors to his older siblings by flying away out of their reach or having disappeared from his bed because he would be sleep flying

Found out around that time his element was Sky since he absolutely loved and giggled (while his siblings were running after him with a net) to fly high without having even needed to learn

His weakness was found out to be flute because as much as he loves music, he always cringed at the sound of it, crying upon hearing it as a baby

He found out his tail was "detachable" one day it got accidentally cut as a teenager by Dai Gui during a sword fight. They BOTH PANICKED before realizing he wasn't even hurt or bleeding

He is the coolest (to demon standards) uncle of the bunch to his niblings like Drago, bringing them into dangerous events or flight tours (like dropping them then catching them on time) as well as telling them fun embarrassing things about their parents

#hsi wu #moi #gatorkid509 #ask #jackie chan adventures

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gildedmuse · 4 years

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So... I have this bad habit where sometimes, when attempting to summarize the idea for a fic, I go into waaay too much detail.

Like, I don't go as far as to actually wrote the damn thing because, you know, effort and laziness, but... Well, it's a close call. It gets to the point where it's less a summary and more what my friends use to call a Quick Fic. All that's .kissing is the actual dialogue and descriptive narration.

Having said that....

Here is a "summary" of an ZoLaw AU where Law works for Doflamingo...

What happened was, basically, Law got caught by Doflamingo after eating the devil's fruit which eventually allowed him to cure his dieses, thus why he's still alive. Or, at least, isn't dead from lead poisoning. Because let's face it, Doflamingo could have just killed the boy then and there. Sure, he'd have to find the fruit all over again, but better that the deal with this little traitor

Except really it was his brother who had been the traitor. Law is still just a child, and children can be so suspectable to any number of ideas so long as an adult gives them a pat on the head and a treat after.

Which is when Doflamingo realizes that he can just manipulate Law into being another loyal follower. Then eventually - when he's no longer useful - Doffy will have him sacrifice his life for his own immortality. By that point Law will be family, and family never lets Doffy down. Not anymore.

So it's under Doffy's personal tutorage that Law grows up, and as much as he might resit the man who imprisoned Corazon, it's hard not to eventually fall to all Doflamingo's sweet praise and promised. And Law gets what he had wanted all along: a way to get back at the world that willingly watched his home wiped off the official world map and would be happy to see the entire town dead to the very last one. This Law truly earns his title Surgeon of Death, acting as the top officer of Hearts in the Doflamingo crime family. And yet despite his cruelty, he isn't even on the government's wanted list; protected under the Shichibukai's jolly roger.

In the meantime, the Strawhats are still doing their thing right on through Punk Hazard (which they somehow manage to not only live through but actually do more damage and cause twice as much chaos. The biggest difference is that Ceaser and Monet escape and Sanji can't perv out over being in Nami's body). So this time when they roll into Dressrosa it's less "backing up the plan of an ally" and much more "on complete and total accident" and "without a damn clue".

Yeah, basically they're the Grand Line's easiest prey.

But, hey, it works out! Well, no, not really. But Sanji does meet Violet, Luffy meet Sabo and help recover Ace's devil's fruit, and Zoro does get lost and require a magic fairy guide. Plus, hey, since they're not really there for any purpose other than that they happened to be passing by, it's not like they can't pull a dine and dash. They may be unprepared, but The Monster Trio can still keep up the fight until everyone is back on the Sunny.

A perfect escape!

Except no.

Because Luffy isn't totally ready to leave, not when he wants to know more about what Sabo is doing and help his new friend Rebecca. Not that they have time to debate the merits of staying or pulling a tactical retreat since at that poing Big Momma is on their ass. And that scary dude in the long black coat is still somehow following them, teleporting himself through the fucking air like wtf why is this happening now!? Nami is forced to make an executive decision: they're can't stay. Also, oh God oh God they're trapped and they're going to be killed and oh God.

It's moments like these you're almost thankful one of your crew members is a total maniac. Because in the middle of all this mess, Zoro just smirks, tells Nami to just concentrate on getting away from that annoying ass ship, he's got their other attacker covered. Which only makes everyone freaks out MORE because what is Zoro thinking: he'll be killed! ("Not immediately, of course. First they'll likely torture him for information, perhaps even kill him as slowly as possible." / "What? Why would you say that? That is not SUPER helpful to hear right then!") The Sunny goes into an all out panic attack. Everyone is yelling or crying or both.

Except Luffy.

Luffy who looks at Zoro, at the singing ship, at the dark power user trying to slash their ship apart, at the shore line of this island and the way it radiates a fake happiness covering Rebecca's very real pain. Luffy who just lowers his hat over his eyes and gives the nod.

Zoro smiles, and is immediately almost clobbered by a giant Chopper. What is Luffy saying? Don't they realize that is the same guy who almost took down Sanji, Zoro AND Luffy only moments ago? Zoro can't fight him alone! Sanji, more calm than the rest, lights a cigarette while explaining that he's not trying to stop Zoro from getting himself killed or anything, but Chopper is right. That guy was incredibly tough, and there's no way Zoro can do it alone ("Shut up dartbrow! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I could take him down with just the two swords! With one hand behind my back!" / "He already kicked your ass once, Marimo! Or have you forgotten because of all the head trauma!?" / "The only reason he kicked OUR asses is because YOU kept getting in my way you damn weak-ass cook!" / "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, IDIOT MARIMO!?") Franky tries to regulate the fight but he's busy blocking those deadly aimed slashes from hitting his poor ship while Brook and Kin'emon work on stopping the incoming cannon balls. Either way they're going to have to do something SUPER fast if they want to get out of here. Yeah, Luffy, we need an actual plan. We can't just send Zoro out to-

"Zoro", Luffy says and despite everything going on around them the deck of the Sunny goes really quiet. They all know that tone. "Zoro, I need you to take care of this until we can get back. I still need to kick Mingo's ass for a friend."

At the sound of his captain's no nonsense voice, Zoro is suddenly easily able to stand, shrugging off the pile of people trying to stop him from jumping to his death (and by pile of people I do mean the coward trio and Sanji, who is mostly just trying to get in a few kicks). He draws Wado, clutching the katana in his teeth and yet still somehow manages what you know is a smirk. It's a promise.

And like that, Zoro is launching himself right into the blue sphere of the battle.

A battle against one of Doflamingo's top officers. A devil's fruit user with a twisted heart and home field advantage. Needless to say, it does not end well for our hero.

—🧡—

Although, Law has to give his rival swordsman some credit. He has his share of fun toying with the boy, and despite never standing any real chance of victory Law can admit the strawhat pirate puts up a better fight than most. Far better than Law had been expecting from some one so new to the New World (supposedly he got Mihawk to agree to train him, but Law has met the Hawk Eye and finds the idea utterly absurd). Then there is the way his smile had just an edge of what Law could only call manical delight, even when it became clear he'd long lost. This greenhaired kid really is stupid enough to believe his captain will come back for him. As though he would come charging back into Doflamingo's territory a second time just to retrieve a single crew member. One who was not only crazy enough to sacrifice himself but couldn't even win the fight. At the same time the swordman's loyalty and faith - as misplaced as it is - is kind of... Adorable. Who knew someone could come so far on the Grand Line and still be so innocent?

Law immediately wants to corrupt it.

Thes other family members will whine tell you, Doffy has always had... Let's say... A "soft spot" for Law. He's spoiled that brat for years, is what they mean but don't dare to say. Sure enough, Law barely has to work to talk Doffy around to letting him personally see to the prisoner's arrangements. Doflamingo is a little suspecious at first (he can never truly trust Law, not after the Corazon incident), but he quickly dismisses it. He's had the Heart Officer's loyalty for years now.

Of course, when he sees the spark of interest light in his apprentice as they eye their newest spoils of war, he can't help but tease Law. After all, Zoro is quite an enticing young man and Law isn't the only one there who likes pretty things. They're so fun to destroy which - judging from the way Law shivers when Doffy runs a hand through thick green hair before yanking the boys head back against the wall hard enough to leave the young captive panting and dizzy - is precisely his protege's plan.

(Doflamingo also happens to know Zoro almost definitely had trained under Mihawk, and he would love to see his fellow warlord's eyes flash with barely contained anger when he learns how Doflamingo has broken his favorite toy. It's not his fault - Mihawk is always so uptight and repressed, it makes agonizing him too much fun for Doflamingo to resist.)

In the end, though, he knows when Law's determination is set. And for whatever reason the boy has decided he absolutely has to be the one to keep their guest "comfortable" while his captain makes up his mind on what he'll do. So Doflamingo only teases for a bit - touches a little, plays with the barely conscious boy kneeling at his feet, enjoys the way Zoro still has enough spirit left to try taking bite when Doffy's fingers trail to close to his bloody lips (oh, and, what a joy! Law nearly growls at the prospect of not being the one to ruin the boy!) - but eventually he stops his little game. He gives in, telling Law to have fun with his treasure. He is the one who took him down after all. It is only fair he keeps him.

Just try not to completely break the poor thing, not until Strawhat returns for him.

Law snorts at the very idea. This is hardly the first time they'd done this. He's never seen a single captain try and retrieve their stolen property (he has of course, but he doesn't remember them). He doesn't see why Strawhat-ya would be particularly special.

Before Doflamingo can come up with a clever, vague answer about Law trusting him, Zoro suddenly gives a bark of laughter that would have scared lesser men senseless. It only serves to draw the two men's interest back to their little pet.

Luffy won't come back for him, Zoro confirms, much to Law's surprise (he personally never thought Strawhat-ya would, but then why would the swordsman sacrifice himself so willingly for a man he has so little faith in?) and has Doflamingo raising an eyebrow in.... Interest. Zoro looks at both of them with no fear, like he hadn't taken a humiliating defeat and is even now bloody and chained up, helplessly listening in on these two infamous pirates talk about him like he is a mere object. Actually, if anything, he appears to be wearing a smirk under all that blood. Because he knows something they don't.

Luffy won't come back for him, because his captain knows Zoro doesn't need to be rescued.

To Law, this makes Zoro look like an even sweeter treat. Doflamingo is simply amused, remarking that perhaps their little pup has yet to realize the leash around his neck is shaped like a noose.

Zoro meets his gaze, steady yet daring. He promised Luffy that he'd take care of it, and so that is what he will do. He'll never go back on his word, especially when it comes to his captain. Something Doflamingo with his distrusting and fear-toed crew couldn't understand. So see, their plan to use Zoro as bait will never work, because Zoro swore to Luffy that he'd be take care of it. So he will. Luffy has enough faith in Zoro that he'd never believe anything less and would never turn around out of doing to try and mount a rescue.

No, when Luffy comes back it will be for the sole purpose of kicking Doflamingo's ass.

The mood darkens. In a flash, Doflamingo is in back in front of him, yanking Zoro forward by the chin. He squeezes hard enough to bruise. You can hear the cracking of bone as he explains to Zoro exactly how precarious his current position is only to grow second by second more frustrate by Zoro's completely lack of fear. So he squeezes harder. He slams the boys head back into the wall and starts smiling when he gets a since from the stoic swordsman.

Before he can do any real damage Law steps in, reminding Doffy that he promised him he could have the boy. And just like that, Doflamingo's whole mood appears to shift back to calm. He puts on his fake smile and let's Zoro go, even pets the boy's hair. Of course, he had promised. And he, too, is a man of his word. Something Zoro will surely learn in time now that he is one of them.

Zoro, now with blurred vision and the taste of fresh blood on his tongue, is smart enough not to answer. But not smart enough to lower his head or try and appear humbled. Lucky for him, Doflamingo decides the boy isn't worth it. When he turns around he notes the hungry way Law is eyeing the kneeling prisoner behind him. Which brings a crueller, yet more genuine, smile to Doffy's featurss. The Strawhats vice captain may act invincible now, but he's never faced Doflamingo's own Surgeon Of Death. As disinterested and put off as Law might usually act, the boy can be dangerously twisted. He's sure his top officer will break the young pirate down bit by bit - both literally and figuratively - long before his captain can come running back in to try and find him (and Doflamingo is sure Strawhat will, no matter what Zoro might think).

He leaves with one last reminder to Law not to completely shatter the infamous Pirate Hunter. No, Doffy would hate to see their newest family member treated so poorly, especially seeing as he has much bigger plans in store for the young Mr. Roronoa. Specifically, he wants to see the face of Monkey D Luffy when he watches as the last bit of his first mate's spirit broken.

And because Doffy practically raised the boy and knows exactly the right buttons to push, he decides to give Law a little extra motivation to bring Zoro to that point. Just in case that interest turns into something dangerous like longing or - laughable as it is - actual fondness. It's so simple, too: as he walks by he simply whispers how there is nothing like crushing the heart of unrequited love.

It will be such a treat, tearing Zoro from his captain, and watching Luffy realize he's lost his chance to love the other man, wouldn't it Law? What a truly tragic romance. It almost makes you hope the two of them at least had some time together. Law didn't happen to give them a moment along before forcing Zoro to throw himself into the fight, hmm? Just a small, precious second or so for the two to share a final kiss. After all, not even Doffy is so cruel as to deny the poor boys such a tender moment.

Sure enough, Law's eyes immediately narrow and Doflamingo can feel the jealousy rolling off him. Not because Law gives a damn for their prisoner's feelings - Doflamingo raised him better than that - but he always has had a possessive streak. Having taken an interest in the swordsman, he will hate the thought that the boy might even think of another or that Law won't be the first to possess him in ever possible way.

Doffy leaves with a cruel, deep laugh. He can't wait until dinner, when he may just happen to remember the rumours about his "friend" Mihawk and his taking a young green-haired boy under this wing and in to his bed. By tomorrow he suspects every part of Zoro's body will bare at least some mark that he now firmly belongs to no one but Trafalgar Law.

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bluezey · 4 years

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Inside Onward - Detour

A short one, but an fun and interesting one. Not only do we get the emotions handling the argument from the film, but we get another twist inspired by Inside Out. While it’s gonna be complicated if you don’t pay attention, it will be worth it, especially if you’re a Barley fan. That’s right, in this chapter, we’re gonna take a glimpse into Barley’s Headquarters! As if writing for one Headquarters wasn’t difficult enough, now I’m writing for two! The things I do to make the plot more fun and meaningful for both sources! But, if I pulled it off right, the chaos is gonna be worth it.

The air was thick with silence inside Guinevere. It was never quiet with Barley in the room. There was always noise, either from Barley talking or Barley causing something to happen, be it an adventure, a game, music, encouragement, laughter or mischief. But now, silence. It made Ian feel miles apart from Barley, even when they were both in the front seats of the van.

Ian took a quick glance over from the road to Barley. Barley was focused on the road, as if nothing else existed at that moment. All that was in front of them was darkness, and what little road in front of then that Guinevere could reveal with her headlight. Ian quickly turned his eyes back to the road, the awkward silence rising in the van around them.

Joy eyed the screen curiously. “This is new. I don’t remember Barley acting like this before.”

“Barley’s never been called a screw up before.” Fear clung tightly to his sides, his fingers trembling as his hands squeezed against his sweatshirt. “Especially by his own brother. Oh, we screwed this up. We screwed this whole thing up.”

“We didn’t do anything!” Anger argued, pointing at Family Island. “Ian did!”

“That’s impossible,” Disgust fought back. “Family Island is run by a happy core memory. No way Ian would feel that way about Barley. It must have been Joy, he was at the controls.”

Joy defended himself, “I told you, I didn’t lie! I’m a terrible liar!”

“ENOUGH!!” Fear gripped the sides of his head, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Still shaken, but in some control, he continued, “This arguing is getting us nowhere. And we need to help Barley. Look at him!”

The emotions gathered around the console as they looked up at the screen. Ian glanced over at Barley again, looking stoic, stone, serious. Silent. Barley was loud, Barley was happy, Barley was emotional, always wore his heart on his sleeve. Now, for once in his life, Ian and his emotions were looking at a Barley who focused more on the road than his own feelings. He looked almost emotionless.

Sadness sighed. “What’s going on inside his head?”

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The Headquarters was dressed like an ancient medieval tavern, with stone foundations, wooden supports and floor. The bare walls, however, were clothed in posters of rock bands, fantasy artwork and Quests of Yore themed memorabilia. There were shelves for such things as mind manuals, idea bulbs and daydreams, but also shelves for board games, snacks and sodas, and CDs and audio cassettes. In the back of Headquarters was a circular table set up for an rpg campaign led by one dungeon master and four players. Scattered across the floor were a few random toys, wrappers, soda cans, and a memory orb or two.

Barley’s Joy was leaning against the console, facing away from the screen, towards the four others that made Barley’s emotions. While the others dressed like Barley, from his pointy ears, blue hair and beanie down to his vest and cargo shorts, his Joy was dressed in the same outfit as Barley’s adventurer costume, complete with horned helmet and toy sword at his side. Usually Barley’s Headquarters was busy, moving, loud. But the emotions, even his Joy, needed a moment of quiet to think this through.

“We must have misheard him,” Barley’s Joy finally spoke, his childish smile now a serious smirk. “That must have been it. That’s the only explanation.”

“Joy, we heard him,” Barley’s Anger growled. “I heard him, you heard him. Feldar’s Horn, we all heard him!”

“Ugh, I can’t believe this,” Barley’s Disgust scoffed. “After all those years, all those memories. This is how he treats us?”

Barley’s Fear was rocking back and forth on the couch. “How could he think such a thing about us? A screw up? A screw up? What did we screw up to deserve this?”

Barley’s Sadness simply bawled into the collar of his denim vest.

“Okay okay, so maybe he said it,” Barley’s Joy admitted, “but that doesn’t mean he means it.”

“It’s magic, Joy!” Barley’s Anger shouted, jumping up onto his feet. “You can’t lie to magic!”

“Barley?” Ian quietly, and finally, spoke.

Barley’s Joy turned to the screen, the other emotions gathered around the console with him.

“I don’t know what happened back there,” Ian softly said, “but I don’t think you’re a screw up.”

Barley’s Joy gave a smile. “See? Mystery solved. Ian didn’t mean it.”

Barley’s Anger held up his hand, backing Barley’s Joy away from the console. His Anger snapped his head back to the screen and glared.

“Maybe the magic got it wrong,” Ian thought aloud.

“Oh, you’re asking for it, kid.” Barley’s Anger cracked his knuckles and slammed his fist onto the console.

Barley responded with the quietest, emotionless, “yeah.” Without taking his eyes off the road, Barley turned on the radio. The silence was now drowned out by rock music, but that didn’t end the awkwardness growing between them.

Joy smiled a little. “Well, he said something.”

“That’s not good enough.” Fear pressed a few buttons on the console.

“I don’t know what happened,” Ian called out over the music. Barley responded by turning the music up louder. Even with the tunes being ear splitting inside the small space of Guinevere, Ian still called out to him. “Barley? Barley!”

“You stupid little runt!” Barley’s Anger yanked on the big levers in front of him.

Barley, without a word, turned almost recklessly into a small, lone rest area off the side of the road. Nothing was there except a small vending machine, a smaller building for a restroom, and one wooden picnic table by a tree. Guinevere’s side door flew open as Barley jumped out and stormed his way straight to the vending machine. In his haste, he tore open a small bag of cheese puffs and shoved a handful into his mouth.

Ian climbed out of the van after him. “Barley! Come on!”

“Say something!” Fear begged. “Anything!!”

“I am not a screw up,” Barley said, straight and sternly.

“Anything but that!” Fear cried.

“Let me try.” Joy took the controls.

“I never said you were,” Ian replied.

“The magic said it for you,” Barley argued, trying to purchase a soda from the vending machine.

“Well,” Ian tried to explain away the situation, “maybe the magic got it wrong.”

“What?” Barley’s Joy gasped in disbelief.

Barley’s Disgust said flatly, “He did not just say that.”

Barley’s Anger removed his beanie as he grabbed the levers in front of him. “That’s it!” he roared as flames rose furiously from atop his head.

“Magic doesn’t get it wrong!” Barley snapped, turning to Ian as he slammed his bag of cheese curls against the concrete at his feet. “The cop asked a question, you answered, and magic revealed the truth. Right?”

Ian was left standing alone, looking anywhere but at his brother, while his emotions were scrambling for an answer.

“No, I didn’t lie,” Joy replied.

“Someone did,” Disgust argued, glaring at Joy.

“Well, it wasn’t me!” Joy stepped back.

“And it wasn’t Ian!” Anger argued, glaring back up at Joy.

“Would everyone just stop arguing and think of something!” Fear snapped at all of them. “Barley needs an answer!”

Barley glared further at Ian. No matter how much Ian looked away, he could still feel Barley’s hurtful, irate stare. “Right?” he asked again.

At a loss, Fear slammed his hand on a button.

“I don’t know how any of this stuff works!” Ian finally responded, in as much panic as frustration. “All I know is that everything we’ve done tonight has gone wrong!”

“It’s gone wrong because you won’t listen to me,” Barley argued.

“Oh, you are not pinning this on Ian,” Disgust said as he pressed a few buttons on the console.

Fear gasped. “Disgust, no!”

Ian was taken aback, but returned in disbelief. “Are you kidding? Cause everything tonight was your idea.”

“That little snot nosed brat!” Barley’s Disgust snapped as he took over.

“Because you wouldn’t let me handle things my way,” Barley debated. “You wouldn’t let me handle the Manticore, you freaked out when I talked to the sprites, because you don’t think I have any good ideas.”

“No!” Fear shrieked as he scrambled for the controls.

“That’s not true!” Joy cried as he input a similar command on the other side of the console.

“What?” Ian exclaimed. “Of course I do!”

Barley’s Disgust smirked in disbelief as he flicked a switch.

“Great,” Barley replied, adding defiantly, “then I think we should take the Path of Peril.”

Joy nodded with a smile. “Oh, fair enough,” he thought to himself as he pressed a few buttons.

“And I also think that would be good,” Ian replied. “… normally.”

“See?” Barley snapped.

Joy pulled his hands back. “Hey, what the?” In his confusion, he caught Fear on the other side of the console, with his finger on a button. Realizing he was caught, Fear pulled his hand back and gripped his sides.

“Fear!” the emotions shouted, in various levels of confusion and irritation.

“No, you don’t understand!” Fear froze, trying to think of how to explain this. Realizing he had none, he grabbed the controls instead.

“Fear?” Joy called out as he and the other emotions crowded around Fear.

“I told you, this is not a game,” Ian explained to Barley. “And what’s important right now is dad. And right now he’s in that van, and he’s confused…”

Fear tried to keep on the console as the emotions tried to pull him off. “No, no! I’m trying to help Ian!” he pleaded.

“Ian needs to forgive Barley!” Joy called out.

“That doesn’t mean follow the death trail!” Fear shouted back.

“That doesn’t mean being a console hog either!” Disgust snapped.

“Guys! Stop! Look!” Sadness shouted, pointing at the screen. The emotions stopped fighting and looked up. Onscreen was Barley, but instead of being angry at Ian, he was looking over Ian’s shoulder at… well, whatever it was, it sure was leaving Barley dumbfounded.

“What?” Ian asked, confused and concerned. He turned to where Barley was looking, which appeared to be Guinevere. The van was bouncing around a bit as Dad’s legs were hopping from one foot to another in the beat of the music. Or, at least attempting to be in time with the music. “What is he doing?” Ian asked, just as unsure as Barley was.

Barley’s emotions were staring in a daze at Dad bounding out of the side of the van. “I don’t know,” Barley’s Joy said slowly. “But, I think…”

“I think dad can feel the vibrations of the music,” Barley told Ian, “and he’s… dancing.”

Ian’s emotions were at a loss at what they were looking at. “Even I know that’s not dancing,” Disgust commented.

“Do seizures run in our family?” Sadness thought aloud.

As he watched the mannequin top half off Dad flop off, leaving just the energetic dancing legs behind, Joy began to give a little chuckle. “This is kind of cute… in a horribly embarrassing way.”

“Wow.” Ian exhaled a chuckle to himself, not able to take his eyes off what he is seeing. “He is terrible.”

Barley had to agree, “Yeah, he’s really, really bad.” Barley noticed the legs approaching him, then fumble to wrap his leg around Barley’s and pull him onto the grass by the picnic table. Barley couldn’t help but laugh as Dad went back, still dancing, approaching Ian.

“Oh, here he comes,” Fear said in disbelief.

“Oh no, don’t let it touch us,” Disgust said aloud.

“Come on, it’s just dad.” Joy smiled as he watched Ian get nudged onto the grass.

“Does Dad want us to… but Ian’s not a good dancer,” Fear told the others.

“Compared to that?” Anger asked, pointing to Dad’s legs, practically flailing as it danced in the middle of the small plot of grass, between Ian and Barley.

“Oh! Oh! I just thought of something!” Joy pressed a button.

“Just imagine what the top half of this dance looks like,” Ian said with a laugh.

Barley’s Joy lit up with excitement. “Oh! I got this!”

“I bet it goes something like this.” Barley stepped behind Dad, then began waving his finger in the air, trying to dance goofily.

The two brothers shared a laugh as the legs between them kept dancing to his own tune, or some kind of tune, definitely not the music playing from Guinevere from the looks of how his legs flailed about. Ian’s emotions shared a good laugh as Disgust helped Ian barely move his feet and arms, at a basic attempt at joining in on the dancing. Barley was getting into the music and dancing along, in his Headquarters even his emotions were dancing like no one was watching. Dad tripped on a rock, causing him to fall backwards onto his waist. “Oh, I got him,” Barley’s Joy said as he got to the console.

Barley helped the legs to sitting when Barley noticed, “Looks like you danced your shoelaces off, pop.” As Barley tied Dad’s shoes, Ian picked up the mannequin and placed it back on the sentient legs.

Barley’s Sadness stood next to Joy and flipped a switch.

“You know,” Barley said, “I want to see dad too.”

Joy pressed a button in response as the other emotions stopped dancing at the console.

“Yeah, I know,” Ian replied.

Barley finished tying Dad’s shoes and stood. “It’s not fair for you to call me a screw up if you don’t give me a chance to do something right.”

The emotions’ smiles faded, remembering what they were doing before the dancing. Still unsure, Fear pressed a few buttons.

Ian asked, “Are you sure this Path of Peril is the best way to get to the mountain?”

Barley smiled softly, surely, and nodded.

It was still not enough to convince Fear. Then again, it would take moving a mountain to convince him. Still looking for answers, Fear looked to his left. Disgust and Sadness both looked up at him and nodded. He looked to his right at Anger and Joy. Joy smiled, placed his hand on Fear’s shoulder, and nodded. Still unsure, Fear pressed a button.

Ian smiled. “Okay.”

Barley and Ian helped their Dad back into Guinevere and returned to the road. Not a word was exchanged between the brothers, they were both quiet and reserved. But inside Barley’s Headquarters, the emotions were celebrating as if they completed a quest.

“To Raven’s Point, my men!” Barley’s Joy triumphantly stood at the console, unsheathed his sword and pointed boldly ahead. “Onward!”

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