#the pope is the only member dressing fully in white

[canisalbus]

been scrolling through your art today because the way your shapes flow is such an inspiration and i had a question pop to mind. Machete is part of a religious institution and seems to command some respect as an adult, what's his rank Like bishop, cardinal ect I found myself curious about it!

He's a cardinal!

[puckyeahobx]

blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you

a/n: WEE WOO WEE WOO RAFE CAMERON WOOBIFICATION INCOMING. this is my favorite thing that i have ever written. enjoy (NOT MY GIF)

summary: y/n and rafe are in love at Midsummer’s and then someone (cough topper cough) tries to come around and start trouble. protective!rafe jumps in and it is sexy

warnings: nsfw duh

word count: 4.8k

It’s not that you weren’t excited about going to Midsummer’s. You were, truly. Ever since you had moved to the island, you had looked forward to the party every summer. There was something about getting done up in a pretty dress and whimsical accessories that almost made you forget how much of an outsider you felt amongst the other Kooks. 

You had only moved to Figure Eight about halfway through high school, so by then everyone had already made their cliques. At that point it didn’t matter that your parents had money, no one took notice. It also didn’t help that everything about you proved that you weren’t a preppy douchebag. So, instead of getting wasted out of your mind in someone’s basement, you spent a lot of your time at the beach. Here is where you met the Pogues, and thank God you did because without them, you weren’t really sure where you would have ended up. If it weren’t for running into the boys: JJ, Pope, and John B around the docks, you would have never met Kie. And if you had never met Kie, you would have never met Sarah. And if you had never met Sarah….well, your life would look drastically different, to say the least. 

The Cameron family was somewhat of an Outer Banks institution. Everyone knew them, and depending on which side of the cut you were on, you either loved them or you hated them. Well, you either loved or hated Ward, that is. And even if you didn’t love him, you probably feared him, which was all in the same to him. The Ward kids were a little more controversial from person to person, though. Sarah had a reputation that didn’t really fit the sweet, loyal girl she was, but even with her reputation no one ever really had any reason to dislike her that wasn’t directly related to her father. Wheezie, the youngest, was often forgotten about, but it seemed like she liked it that way. Then there was Rafe. The oldest of the Ward kin, and by far the most contentious. He was like Ward in the way that he was either feared or hated, but unlike Ward, there weren't a lot of people willing to say they loved him.

However, “a lot of people” weren’t you.

You weren’t really sure when you changed teams on the Rafe Cameron front, but you imagine it was at some point in the summer before your junior year when you started hanging out with Sarah regularly. Rafe was older than you, and not around a whole lot, but he was around enough. You saw how he argued with his dad and how drastically different Ward acted around Sarah and how he acted around Rafe. You saw how empty he looked when he wasn’t around Topper or Kelce. The Rafe you saw from your spot on the living room sofa that summer was not the Rafe you had heard the urban legends about. He was preoccupied - it always seemed like he was thinking about what he was going to have to do next to make sure he kept being worthy enough. You try to remind yourself of all of the things you had heard about him, but then he’d help Wheezie with the newest secret project or offer help to Ward at every turn, and what was legend and what was the boy before you became complete opposites. 

It was embarrassing, truly, how smitten you had become with him that summer. You found yourself sticking up for him in conversations with Sarah and Kie, sometimes even with the Pogues who had age-old reasons for hating him. Almost everyone thought you were just being naive, being new to the island and all, but Kie saw right through you. She saw the way you watched him enter and exit rooms, how eager you were to help him with docking the boat. Everywhere he was, you just happened to turn up at. Again, it was a little embarrassing, but there was just something about him that made your feet forget that they had a mind of their own. The word magnetism comes to mind. It took him a couple of months to notice, aka well into your senior year, but eventually he caught on and started playing the game right along with you. You were typically an impatient person, but you’re glad you paid the long game with this one. It’s how you ended up on his arm three Midsummer’s in a row.

So, again. It’s not that you weren’t excited about going to Midsummer’s. Afterall, you were in the prettiest dress you had ever seen (you had flowers in your hair for God’s sake) and your amazing boyfriend on your arm. It was destined to be a good night. Everything was aligned and it was going to be perfect. But, then again, perfect doesn’t usually last long in the Outer Banks. 

You and Rafe had done the rounds to all of the most important club members, per Ward’s request, and you were about to throw a fit if you didn’t leave soon. All you wanted was to go back to one of your guys’ houses and have a night in with some netflix and your sweatpants. You didn’t even care about how damn cliche it was. It was just that exhausting pretending to like 25 consecutive rich white people. But Rafe was not interested. He knew how happy it made Ward that he was there making connections and participating in all of the traditions of Kook life. Regardless of what you felt about Ward and how he treated your boyfriend, you didn’t say anything. If it made Rafe happy, that was all you cared about.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to put up a fight. 

You two were sitting at one of the tables draped in white linen, the fairy lights encircling them being the only sources of light three hours into the party. He was people watching, laughing and talking with people who walk by, his hand on your thigh as a sense of comfort. You were always the one thing that could ground him when he started to fly off the handle like he could still do from time to time. 

“Rafe,” You whispered as you leaned into his neck more so than his ear. You wanted him to feel your breath against the sensitive spot behind his ear. 

He shivered for just a second before he fought it off with a cough, turning to you with a forced smile, “Yes, Y/N?”

You made your best puppy dog face and looked up at him, your chin on his shoulderas you wrapped your arms around his middle, “I want to go home.”

He laughed a little at your dramatics and put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tighter so he could kiss your forehead. “We’ll leave soon,” he whispered into your hair.

You tried whispering into his neck again, desperate for him to give into temptation. “I want to leave now,” You pressed the gentlest of kisses just below his earlobe, “Please?”

He shifted in his seat and sat up a little straighter, coughing as he pulled away from you enough to get your lips off him. “Just like, 30 more minutes. I don’t want Dad to think I’m ditching.”

It was your turn to pull away as you sat back in your chair and crossed your arms across your chest, fully pouting at his loyalty and devotion to the Cameron institution. You didn’t say anything, instead opting for a loud huff and your nose turning up to the sky, refusing to look at him any longer. 

However, since you were so busy refusing to look up at him you didn’t notice him lean back in closer to you where it was his turn to whisper against your neck and in your ear, “I’ll make it worth the wait, I promise, Baby.”

There was no mistaking the hitch in your breath as you sunk back into your chair and into his chest, a blush creeping all the way from your exposed chest to the tips of your cheek bones. The immediate reactions you had to his voice never failed to amuse him, so you weren’t surprised to hear him laugh in spite of you. At this, you threw a weak punch at his shoulder that only made him laugh harder. 

“Come on, dance with me,” He finished off his laughter as he stood up and held his hand out for you, “Not nearly enough people have seen how smokin’ you look tonight.”

Taking his hand you couldn’t help but smile, but still managing to roll your eyes at the cheesy remark, “I think you paraded me around to everyone at this party about three times over, Rafe.”

He led you over to the makeshift dance floor where it was just you guys and three other couples who all looked to be above the age of 80. His hands on your waist and yours around his neck he smiled down at you with the smile that was reserved just for you, “It will never be enough people.”

“You’re ridiculous, Rafe Cameron,” You leaned up to kiss his smiling lips, never able to resist him for long.

“And you’re beautiful, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

But before you could finally kiss - something you somehow haven’t done yet and were getting desperate for - you were interrupted by the most obnoxious person you have ever had the displeasure of knowing. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Lady and the Tramp? Rafe, you’re Lady of course. Haven’t seen your balls in awhile, huh bud?”

You had hated Topper ever since you had first met him, but he had only gotten worse since High School ended and he found out what everyone else had known for years: that he was completely useless. 

Rafe immediately moved so he was standing in front of you slightly, every muscle in his body tensed completely, but neither of you said anything. 

Topper chuckled to himself as he crossed his arms over his puffed-out chest. He had a habit of getting overly confident once he got more than three whiskey’s deep. “Oh so you just have nothing to say, pal? Not enough that she has your balls in a fucking vice grip, she took your tonuge too...what a shame. You always had a way with words.” His smile was as menacing as it could be on a trust fund baby, but it still wasn’t great. 

“Is that all?” Rafe said, sounding surprisingly calm. His muscles and jaw were unyielding, though. His grip on your hand flexed with every word he said as if he was slipping fast and desperate to have something to keep him from falling over that ledge. 

Topper scoffed dramatically, “What? I can’t joke around with my best friend anymore? Or, my former best friend, I guess. Ever since that pogue-slut started sucking your dick you never give your real friends the time of day anymore.”

You flinched at the horrible things he was saying about you, but it was no match to the way Rafe was all but blowing fire out of his nostrils. “If I were you, Top, I’d turn your ass around and leave her the fuck alone.”

“I’m just trying to be there for you, bro. You’re not yourself anymore! This bitch has you completely brainwashed! The Rafe I know would have spit in the face of the pussywhipped cuck you’ve turned out to be.” He paused and then looked over Rafe’s shoulder at you, giving you a quick up and down. “Must be some pretty good pussy if you’re able to turn the King of Kildare county into your personal bitch.”

Rafe’s hand suddenly left yours and he laughed to himself, “You’re a funny guy, Top.”

“No, I'm serious, man. Let me have a piece of that. I’ll decide if she was worth ruining your reputation for.”

Rafe looked down and laughed for a second before looking directly in Topper’s eyes, “Go to fucking hell.”

Before he even got the last word out of his mouth, his iron fist had made impact straight into Topper’s jaw. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just because of the power behind Rafe’s punch, but he was on the ground immediately, muttering gibberish to himself as his mouth flooded with blood. 

“Rafe!” You screamed as you pulled him back just as looked like he was about to go in for another round. 

He fought against your grips to get closer to him, wanting one last word. “You ever talk about me or my girl again and you’ll have a lot more to worry about than a bruised jaw. You got that?”

You didn’t wait for Topper’s response as you started to drag Rafe away towards the front of the house where his Jeep was parked. People were starting to stare and you wanted to get out of there before Ward caught wind of what had happened. 

The half walk/half speed run to the car was a silent one. You didn’t know where to even begin and you could tell Rafe was embarrassed of acting out like that. He hadn’t done anything like that in over a year and he had been so proud of himself for turning over a new leaf for you. 

Once you got into the car you both sighed in relief. It was then finally that he turned to you, his voice trembling just the slightest bit from residual adrenaline and the shame creeping up from the pit of his stomach to the tip of his spine. “Baby, I’m- I’m so sorry. But I, I just couldn’t help it. He was saying such fucked up shit about you. Calling you all of those things and talking about fucking you- I was going to be sick. I had I to do something baby, I’m so fucking sorry-”

He was caught off by the intoxicating crush of your lips against his. You grabbed his face in yours hands and kissed him harder than you had in a long time. It took him almost no time at all to melt into you, grabbing onto your waist as best as he could across the middle console. You were out of breath and positively drunk on each other when you finally pulled away, the most ridiculous smile plastered on your face. When you opened your eyes you saw that same smile mirrored on his perfect face, his eyes hooded as he laughed a little between pants.

“I know I uh, shouldn’t enable violent behavior,” you paused, still trying to catch your breath, “But that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life.”

He swallowed, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his goofy smile turned into a smirk, “I’ll always fight for you, Princess. You know that.” 

You whined just the slightest bit at the pet name before putting on your seatbelt. “Home. Now.” Afraid of what you would do if you looked at that shit eating grin for another second, you looked straight ahead out the windshield. 

“Yes ma’am.” You heard him chuckle as he put the car in drive and head off toward his house, his hand on your leg seemingly inching up higher and higher with every mile traveled. 

By the time you got back to his house, you were about three seconds away from jumping him in the wide open space of the Cameron residence’s driveway, but luckily your boyfriend had a little bit more restraint as he took your hand and directed you to the guest house that he had been living in for the last year and a half (it was all a part of Ward’s idea to give Rafe more responsibility, but all it had really done was give your sex life completely free reign, which you greatly appreciated).

Once you got into the front door, he all but slammed you against the door in order to shut it. “Damn if I had known me throwing punches at losers got you so hot I’d head down to the country club more often,” He whispered against your lips.

You moaned the slightest bit as his lips trailed down to your neck while he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the door. “It wasn’t about the punch-” A pause, “Ok it was sort of about the punch. But it was- it was more about you defending my honor or whatever. And you look so fucking sexy when you’re mad.”

His lips found his way back to yours, but first he smiled and whispered again, “I’ll always defend your honor, Baby. You’re my girl.”

And with that, you were back to making out sloppily as he carried you down the hall to his bedroom that, at this point, was pretty much your shared bedroom. He not-so-gently dropped you on the bed before reaching down and yanking his shoes and socks off when he went for his belt and dress pants. Your hand immediately flew up and swatted his away. “Let me do it.”

He groaned and ran his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you undoing his belt, your eyes fixed on his innocently. Once his belt was undone you wasted no time reaching a hand inside and feeling him up just the way he liked. You got up on your knees without removing your hand from its careful ministrations so you could kiss up his neck to his lips, “Thank you for being my knight in shining armor.”

Clearly not able to take much more teasing, he, a little gentler this time, pushed you back against the bed, this time coming with you. Since he was so much taller and broader than you, being underneath him was sometimes overwhelming but in a sexy, intoxicating way that you never got used to. He whispered against your neck, “If this dress isn’t off your body in about three seconds I’m going to fucking scream.”

You pushed him off of you and laughed before sitting up just enough to clumsily slip the dress off your head while he, equally as graceful, flung off his dress pants and shirt. He sat back on his knees for a moment and drank the sight of you in, face flushed, mouth agape, and completely, totally in love with you. “This never gets old. You’re...you’re perfect.”

That familiar blush and pit in your stomach that came with these intimate moments with him snuck up at you as you whispered a “Thank you”, a shy smile playing across your cheeks. 

He returned the smile and leaned back over you, reigniting the fire from before as soon as his lips touched yours. 

His hands were everywhere, everywhere, everywhere as you gasped beneath him with yours gripping his hair like a lifeline. From your chest to your ass he was caressing and stroking you as if you could disappear from him at any moment. When a hand finally reached into your underwear and he realized how turned on you already were he all but growled against your lips, “You’re always so ready for me...you have no idea what you do to me, baby…”

All you could muster up was a whimper as he hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear and tore them down your legs. Wasting no time, attached his lips to you and started eating you out in the only way he could, which is to say it was perfect. He knew exactly when and where to use his fingers, and when and where to apply pressure with his tongue. It was amazing truly how it came so naturally to him. He was up to two fingers pumping inside of you when he moved his head up your body to kiss you, knowing what you needed to finish. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby? I can feel it, I know you want to,” he whispered against your neck as he sucked and nipped at all of your favorite spots,  “You’re so good for me always, go ahead. I’ll count you down. 5.”

You really could feel it starting to build up, but you wanted to hold back for just the right moment. 

“4.”

Holding back seemed to be getting harder and harder, his fingers angled further up against you and his thumb found its way to the nerve ending that his tongue had to abandon to get to your neck. 

“Such a good girl. 3.”

You were full blown whining and rocking against him, desperate for the feeling only he could bring you. 

“2. Almost there, Princess.”

With a final squeal, you grabbed onto his arm and held it steady as you ground yourself against him, eyes squeezed shut. 

“1.”

Before he had even finished the word, you were there. Your vision was white and your whole body was under the control of something primal and hot. He coaxed you through your orgasm with his fingers and the sweet encouragements falling off his tongue and into your ear.

When you opened your eyes finally you saw him looking down at you positively beaming with pride. Getting you off was his one greatest joy in life, which was good because, come to think of it, it was yours too. 

“Fuck.” Was all you could sigh out as you looked up at him, your chest heaving.

He leaned down to kiss you again and chuckled against your lips, “I was just about to, God. You’re so impatient.”

Not finding him particularly funny at the moment - you had much more pressing things to take care of - you broke the kiss to push his boxers down his legs and grab a hold of him, stroking him a few times before lining him up against where you needed it most. You were just about to slide him in when he pushed your hand away and paused. “You know I love you, right?”

Momentarily breaking out of your primal haze, your body softened against the bed and you reached up to grab his face, “Of course I do, Baby. I love you too.”

Another pause from him where he averted his eyes before speaking again, “I would do anything for you,” he looked back at you, “I mean it. Anything.”

“I know,” you whispered back, trying to show that you understood his urgency. 

“You’re like- You’re seriously the best thing that has ever happened to me so when Top started saying all of that disgusting shit about you and how you ruined my life I just- I just lost it, I guess.”

Your fingers found the back of his neck where you threaded them through his hair, trying to ground him. “You did the right thing, protecting me. He was drunk...who knows would have happened? He deserved it.”

He scoffed and shook his head, agreeing with you. “Yeah he fucking did. When he started talking about fucking you, I could have killed him. He’s lucky all he got was a sucker punch.”

“He’s the worst person on the island, it was about time someone put him in his place. You’re a good man, Rafe Cameron.”

He looked down at you again and smiled ever so slightly, “Yeah?”

Nodding your head and biting your lip to hold back a goofy grin you reassured him further: “The best.”

Closing the gap between you guys once more, he leaned down to capture your lips with that smile still plastered across his cheeks. As soon as your lips touched, though, that goofy mood was gone. He lined himself up against you and slid in slow and steady, making sure you both got to savor this moment. It was no shock that such a tall man would be so well endowed, but you still were never used to how good he felt like this and you were starting to think you never would be. 

You both gasped and moaned when he finally started moving, his head lulling back as he held onto your hips with both of his big hands, pinning you down to the mattress hard (as if you would ever, in a million years go anywhere). 

Another thing you didn’t think you would ever get used to is how into dirty talking he was. The man could go on and on and it made everything that much more powerful. 

“You feel so good, Baby Girl.”

“Yeah, fucking scream, Princess. I want to know how good I’m making you feel.”

“You like it when I fuck you like that, huh? Say it.”

You were always more than willing to indulge his desires considering how hot they made you and much more confident they made him. Rafe was your first and only, but you couldn’t imagine that you were missing out on much. He had to be the best fuck you could ever hope for.

Before long you felt that knot start to loosen in the very base of your stomach, your breath trying desperately to keep up. “Baby, I-I’m-”

He continued to pound into you relentlessly, “Me too, sweetheart. Just hold off for a little longer. I want us to cum together.”

You whimper and grab onto the headboard behind you, trying to ground yourself to something before you lose it completely. 

His thrusts quickly became sloppy and out of rhythm and his thumb once again found your clit, signaling that it was about time for both of you to give in.

“Please,” you begged, barely above a whisper as you strained against the headboard. 

That was enough to do him in and you followed after all but a half second later. Both of you started mumbling all kinds of gibberish about how much you loved the other and how hot that was, but neither of you were really present enough to pay attention. 

Rafe fell on the bed on the other side of you and immediately wrapped you up against him, pulling the covers over the both of you. Your head was resting on his chest and you could hear his heart struggle to regulate itself. 

“What do you think my dad will say?” He whispered sadly after a couple of minutes of running his fingers all along your side as you drew shapes into his chest. 

You lifted your head just enough to look up at his worried face. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, Rafe.”

“I embarrassed the whole family because I lost my temper...he’s not going to be happy about that.”

Setting your hands under your chin’s place on his chest, you rolled onto your stomach to look at him longer and harder, “You lost your temper because some drunk psycho was insulting your girlfriend and calling you a pussy-whipped bitch. I’m afraid to know what Ward would do in that situation. He’s probably thinking you were too nice.”

He chuckled slightly, making your whole body move with the laughter in his chest. “Yeah I guess that’s where I get my um….passion from….”

“Hm...I don’t know. I think you cultivated it yourself. You give Ward too much credit, you learned how to be a good, loyal person all on your own.” Confident in your assessment, you turned your head back against him and cuddled up for the night, exhaustion hitting you all at once with a giant yawn.

Rafe paused for a moment before leaning forward and kissing the crown of your head and smoothing your hair, “I think you had a little bit more to do with that than I did.” It was barely more than a whisper, you wondered if you were even meant to hear it. 

Another yawn, “Nah, you already were everything you are now. You just needed someone to give you permission to be it.”

You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling from ear to ear as your words sank into his skin. He was the first one to admit that when he met you, he didn’t deserve you. It was a guilt that had hung over him these past few years. Everything he did was to try and be the type of guy that deserved you, that was right for you. He knew you loved him for who he was then and who he is now, but hearing you say such kind things about the version of himself he hated the most just made the guilt ease up a bit because, hey, if he was good enough for you, then that was all that mattered.

“Goodnight, baby,” you mumbled against his chest as you nuzzled up against him, even though you couldn’t get much closer. 

He sighed with a smile on his sleepy face, “Goodnight, Princess.”

[psychoblue9]

Zodiac Knight Saint Seiya (Tokusatsu AU): Major Protagonist profiles

Saori Kido/Athena

A 19-year-old high school senior who is the current heir of the massive Graude Foundation, and the avatar of the goddess Athena that protects Earth from the threat of divine entities that attempt to bring harm to the mortal world.  In this universe, Saori becomes aware of her true identity at the beginning of the story, and her awakening signals the beginning of the Saints being called into action once more.  Unfortunately, her awakening signals calamity for the mortal world rather than celebration, as the current Pope of the Sanctuary calls the Saints to arms and embark on global conquest under the pretense of reclaiming Athena and returning her to her rightful spot atop the throne.  Saori, aware of the deception as she awakens, gathers together her most loyal Saints, several of which grew up alongside her as wards of the Graude Foundation, in order to stop the corrupt Sanctuary’s advances and uncover the conspiracy that centers around her.  As the goddess Athena, Saori is capable of several divine feats that back her cosmic standing, including the ability to heal both herself and others from wounds that would otherwise be fatal, as well as easily dispel any spells or curses that may befall them.  Although once hailed as the Goddess of War, Saori herself is a pacifist who agonizes when her Saints are placed in danger.  This dichotomy constantly fills Saori with conflict, torn between her distaste for the civil war within Sanctuary and the urgent need to stop Sanctuary from engulfing the rest of the world in their struggle.  Saori also recognizes that while she is Athena, the memories of the life she has led as Saori Kido still define who she is, and as such as is willing to make full use of the Graude Foundation’s resources to ensure that the civilian populace are protected from the conflict, and uses her influence to collaborate with other businesses and governments to either impede Sanctuary’s campaigns or provide amnesty to the Saints still loyal to her, collectively known as “Zodiac Knights.”

Pegasus Seiya

The 18-year-old leader of the “renegade” quintet of Bronze Saints calling themselves “Zodiac Knights” that openly rebel against Sanctuary when it becomes evident that the current pope is a heretic who wishes harm upon them.  Seiya spent his early years as a ward of the Graude Foundation after being adopted from an orphanage, where he met Saori Kido and saw her as a surrogate older sister.  During his pre-teen years, he was sent to Sanctuary’s main headquarters in Rome where he was assigned to Eagle Marin, a female Silver Saint who greatly resembled Seiya’s missing biological sister.  Although Marin never confirmed his suspicions, Seiya quickly warmed up to her and trained diligently on her behalf, accepting her teachings and becoming the master of the “Ryusei Ken” technique.  While in Sanctuary, he also befriended Shaina, and as they entered their teen years their friendship blossomed into a romance.  When news of Athena’s awakening reached Sanctuary, Seiya completed his training and was awarded the Pegasus Cloth.  On the night of his ceremony, Seiya was commanded by Marin to leave Sanctuary immediately and return to Tokyo at Saori’s side, and soon after was pursued by Shaina and branded a traitor when he learned of the Pope’s plot to use Sanctuary as a tool for global conquest and therein swore to fight the Pope wherever they crossed paths.  Reunited with his adopted brothers still loyal to Saori, regardless of the revelation of her being their goddess Athena, Seiya fights the forces of Sanctuary so that the conspiracy centered around it can be fully exposed and the true loyalists can retake the helm before the world brands them permanently as villains.  While outwardly brash and arrogant at times, Seiya is a gentle individual at heart and secretly hopes that peace can return quickly, particularly in a way that allows him to salvage his former relationship with Shaina who is now a key figure in Sanctuary’s subjugation campaign.  Despite being classified as a Bronze Saint, Seiya is the first among the Zodiac Knights to awaken his Seventh Sense and is considered a prodigal fighting talent, and through his rapid evolution his teammates quickly follow his lead and become capable of toppling any adversary that comes their way, whether they be flesh, machine or god.  

Notable relationships: Saori (adpotive sister/Saint), Shaina (nemesis/potential love interest), Jabu (rival), Aiolia (rival), Marin (teacher/suspected relative)

Cygnus Hyoga

The 18-year-old Cygnus Saint came into the Kido family’s care when his dying mother brought him their gates while he was still an infant.  While the details of how his mother came to the Kido’s mansion are still unclear, from his own research Hyoga learned that his mother was once one of the family’s top scientists in their technology department, particularly when it came to military technology.  Growing up alongside Seiya and Saori, Hyoga did not develop the close bond with Saori that Seiya had but nevertheless valued his new family, and accepted his transfer to Sanctuary’s training facility in the Arctic Circle under the pretense that after completing his training, the Kido family would give full disclosure to Hyoga’s familial ties and the truth about his mother’s involvement in their business.  Sanctuary’s facility in the Arctic Circle was noteworthy in that the staff there were not technically Saints, but the remnants of Asgardian warriors who swore fealty to Athena after their dying chief god Odin commanded them to serve her due a life debt where actions in the past where Athena saved Asgard from total destruction.  While training with the Asgardians, he grew close to the facility’s medic Freya, but she was tragically killed when the Pope called Sanctuary to arms.  During the call to arms, on the night Hyoga’s ceremony crowning him the new Cygnus Saint was to take place, Freya revealed to Hyoga that she was a spy of Aries Mu in order to confirm suspicions of treachery.  When she told Hyoga that her concerns were founded, the facility’s headmaster and Hyoga’s teacher, the Gold Saint Aquarius Camus, froze and shattered Freya as Hyoga reluctantly escaped the facility and returned to Japan.  As the Cygnus Saint, Hyoga exhibits an eerie coolness even in the most heated situations, shedding no tears for Freya and only swearing to Camus that her death would be brutally avenged when the time was right.  Despite his dismissive exterior, he values his relationship with his fellow “renegades” and is willing to put his life on the line knowing they would do the same for him.  It was also Cygnus who suggested that those loyal to the entity Athena over the establishment Sanctuary join together until the singular callsign “Zodiac Knights.”

Notable relationships: Camus (former teacher/nemesis), Ban (rival)

Dragon Shiryu

While his other teammates have at least some recollection of the family and lives they had before becoming wards of the Graude Foundation, the 19-year-old Shiryu’s biological family is likely to remain unknown to him forever.  He did not grow up alongside his teammates in the Kido household but was directly adopted by his martial arts teacher Dohko, who in the past was hailed as the Gold Saint Libra but abandoned his post for reasons unknown.  Because of this, Shiryu has had martial arts training almost as long as he has been able to dress and bathe himself, and as such his knowledge of combat is unrivaled among the other Bronze Saints.  Upon mastery of Dohko’s most powerful technique, the Rozan Shoryu Ha, Shiryu was granted access to the Dragon Cloth and prompted sent back to Japan to join Athena’s side.  As he does not share any links with Saori Kido apart from understanding she is the current incarnation of Athena, Shiryu adds a level of objectivity to the civil war engulfing Sanctuary.  In his mind, the determination of who is right and wrong is defined in black and white: Sanctuary is run by a madman who seeks to use its global influence to conquer the planet and rule with an iron fist of tyranny, while Saori Kido is a kind young woman who would prefer if things were left as is but was forced into action by Sanctuary’s betrayal.  Thanks to this objectivity, his will is incorruptible and is a valued teammate to the Zodiac Knights and quickly develops bonds with the other Bronze Saints.  Dohko’s personal assistant, Shunrei, fell deeply in love with Shiryu and awaits his return, but Shiryu cannot allow himself to return her feelings until he is certain that they can live their lives in peace, and for that to happen Sanctuary must be purged of belligerents and traitors.

Notable relationships: Deathmask (nemesis), Shura (rival), Nachi (rival)

Andromeda Shun

The youngest of the “Zodiac Knight” faction of Saints at age 16, Shun is the younger biological brother of Phoenix Ikki and were the last of them to become wards of the Graude Foundation, only staying with them for 2 years before being brought to the remote Andromeda Island where he earned the right to wear the Andromeda Cloth.  Unlike the other locations corrupted by the Pope’s influence during his call to arms and global subjugation campaign, Andromeda Island remained loyal to Athena even up to Shun’s return to Japan.  Like Saori, he abhors violence and only fights when there is no other option.  Due to this, along with his thin build and exceptional beauty that at times make him appear feminine, he is sometimes confused as weak-willed by his opponents, but out of the primary five members of his group his mastery of Cosmo is the most polished.  With or without his trademark Nebula Chain weapon, Shun is able to restrict an enemy’s movement with binding spells, and when pushed can use this spells to constrict and even crush enemies caught within his field.  He is the only one who excels at long-range combat and as such plays an important part in missions that require the entire team’s efforts.  In a secret known only to Ikki, the Graude Foundation recognized Shun as the next host body for the God of Death, Hades, and at one point groomed him to be that host body in order to provide a vessel that could be executed like a mortal so that Athena’s participation in Hades’ defeat would be unnecessary.  Shun, however, has secretly been aware of his supposed destiny, and regularly meditates through focusing on his music and cherishing the memories of his lover, Chameleon June, to whom he promised to wed after the civil war within Sanctuary stabilized.

Notable relationships:  Ikki (elder brother), June (love interest), Ichi (rival), Aphrodite (nemesis)

Phoenix Ikki

The eldest of the main five Bronze Saints at 21 years of age, Ikki is an outwardly ruthless, brutal fighter who frequently issues a simple ultimatum to his adversaries: surrender or die.  He has long carried a grudge against the Graude Foundation when he discovered that they only adopted him and his younger brother Shun because the latter was believed to be the next host body of Athena’s mythological enemy Hades and hoped to trap Hades within Shun so that he could be executed as a mortal.  When he became suspicious, Saori’s grandfather and current CEO of the Graude Foundation sent him to the volcanic Fiji region which had a reputation as being less of a training facility for Sanctuary and more akin to a death camp.  Driven by his hatred for the Graude Foundation and an obsession to protect his brother, Ikki eventually “earned” the right to wear the Phoenix Cloth by violently murdering his oppressive teacher when the teacher’s daughter, who was Ikki’s sole source of comfort in the hellish landscape, was accidentally killed during the final trial.  At first he returned to Japan to murder Saori Kido and destroy the Graude Foundation, but Shun convinced him to surrender after losing a duel to Seiya, and not wanting to displease his younger brother, Ikki reluctantly became the fifth member of the Bronze faction of “Zodiac Knights,” especially after learning that Saori was also an orphan targeted due to her future as a divine vessel, albeit by the Pope.  While normally his violent nature would make him untrustworthy, the other Saints and Saori greatly value Ikki’s forwardness and realize that his aggression stems from an all-consuming need to see that righteousness triumphs over evil, and act as a breakwater for his rage so that he does not become as damned as those who meet their end at his fists.

Notable relationships: Shun (younger brother), Geki (rival)

Aries Mu

To the public at large, his name is Mutsuki Zeto, the “wining and dining” well-dressed and well-spoken CEO of Zamir Industries.  As a company dedicated equally to the efforts of creation and destruction, Zamir Industries is active in the field of medicine and continuously works towards the eradication of pathogens and disease, while at the same time holds military contracts for several nations when it comes to the supply and demand of weapons and battlefield technology.  His true identity is as the Aries Gold Saint, and the Zodiac Knights’ eldest member and mentor to the Bronze Saints that answer to that name.  Due to his heritage as a Zamir blacksmith, he ages at a slower rate than normal humans and had already inherited the Aries cloth when the infant Athena came into the care of the Kido foundation and named “Saori” by its founder.  As a close friend of the deceased Sagittarius Saint that sacrificed his life to smuggle her to the Kido family once the conspiracy within Sanctuary became apparent, Mu swore an oath that he would protect Athena no matter the cost to his well-being or his reputation.  To that end, he used his knowledge as a blacksmith to rapidly rise through the Graude Foundation’s R&D department until he gained enough influence and repute to form his own branch that became Zamir Industries.  By combining his knowledge of mystic alchemy with the latest innovations in technology, Mu supplies the Zodiac Knights with the “Cloth Changer” bracelet that allows them to summon and even regenerate their armor by keeping them contained within small pocket dimensions contained in the bracelets and then “henshin” when it’s time to fight.  Later, he develops artificial “Steel” armors whose abilities are directly connected to the strength of a user’s cosmo, thus eliminating the pretense of Sanctuary’s ranking of Cloths and allowing its wearer to forge their own destiny as a loyal Saint of Athena.  He seems to know something about a peculiarity with Saori and why she is so special even compared to previous divine vessels...

Notable relationships: Mentor to the Bronze Saints loyal to Athena, Saori (Saint/???) Shaka (former friend/current rival), Deathmask (rival), Aphrodite (rival), Saga (nemesis)

“Cloth Changer”

Typically, the sacred Cloths worn by those who answer to the title of “Saint” are stored within large boxes with the expectations that the Saints will be carrying these boxes around their backs when in transit.  Many Saints wear their Cloths in public even when not in battle, usually to flaunt their authority as those who possess a Cloth are a significant cut above the average Sanctuary foot soldier due to limited quantity and titles to go around.  Upon forming an alliance with the Graude Foundation in exchange for the infant Athena’s protection as a ward of the Kido family, Aries Mu developed a new way to transport and bear Cloths.  The Cloth Changer is a palm-sized device worn around the wrists of its bearer as a bracelet, and are activated when the bearer ignites their Cosmo to a sufficient degree.  Once the threshold has been breached, the Cloth Changer discharges a portal to a pocket dimension that Mu created through his knowledge of spatial distortion (his most powerful technique, “Starlight Extinction,” involves sending targets to assorted locations and keeping them there indefinitely, including those that are not within the present dimension) and integrating it into the Cloth Changers through the Graude Foundation’s technology.  A second discharge immediately occurs upon activation where the bearer’s Cloth materializes, and then the Saint can arm himself or herself with instantaneous ease.  Apart from convenience, an added benefit of a Cloth Changer, and the primary reason it is so highly valued among the Saints, is that when a Cloth stored in the morpher’s pocket dimension is inactive, it enters a state of regeneration otherwise impossible without Mu’s direct intervention.  This is done by bathing the Cloth in large quantities of the Zamir Tribe’s “Stardust Sand” used to seal cracks within the actual metal, while the mystic qualities of the Cloth are rejuvenated through the bearer’s genetic signature.  The Cloth Changer, while attached to its corresponding Saint, is constantly filtering small traces of a user’s blood through the braclet lightly pinching and extracting blood through the wrist and into the dimension, where the minute trace of blood is quickly replicated and dispersed to aid in Cloth rejuvenation.  A traditional Cloth repair method would take a much larger quantity of blood to be effective, oftentimes killing the donor, but Zamir Industries’ science has made it so that the Zodiac Knights can bear their Cloth at any time, and be able to automatically regenerate their Cloths should they become damaged.

[benjaminwatchworld]

My review of the decade is kicking off my first blog of 2020, still debating if I should do a review of 2019 it’s self. Anyway, where to start is a bit of a problem but I have to write this and it’s supposed to be long but I will make it short since a few of my readers complain about the length of my write-ups.

I am going to do more of outlining those special events that happened this ending decade and will surely impact the starting decade. Will start with 2013 when Benedict XVI shocked the world in February when he became the first pope to resign in almost 600 years Which makes us a special generation to have been a life when that historical event happened. After the guys did the surprise announcement all the attention shifted so fast to the succession, and the election of the new Pope, Francis. In the next decade one question will maybe fully be answered, “why did Benedict quit?”

Before going to the rest of the world, my Uganda should come first, the decade has been doted by a raise of violence in the pearl of Africa some that were a result of political events since we hard two elections in there that were more of scripted unless in the last on the biggest opposition figure took the oath of office for presidency on his own inspiring Kenya an the likes of Venezuela where it seemed to have worked that side in the initial stages making Dr. Besigye more of a world experiment since his work to work events were more of a blueprint for the Arab spring. It’s laughable but sad, the cries of human rights violations with the talks of safe houses and torture as a mode of investigation, murders and assassinations have been trend of the decade which started with religious clerics then a judge and later there was an Amy office, a member of Parliament and two high ranking police officers all done in a MOSSAD style.

Let me speed through the bad ones but are their goods the oil production has still not yet started, middle-income delusion has not materialized. There are memorable ones, like Uganda making 50 years of independence, and hosting the biggest number of refugees in the world because of the instabilities that are around us, we have our brothers coming from South Sudan, Burundi, DRC and many from the Horn of Africa putting our hospitality to a whole new level that other countries are coming into a benchmark on our methods only that along the way the UN found out that the numbers were being exaggerated for some reason that would need there own blog.

In this ending decade, there a few sporting achievements that really united the county but the government seemed to learn nothing from the results of the events. In the 2012 London Olympics Uganda managed to get a Gold medal taking the country by storm since it was like 4 decades since it last happened, I was not there am not sure if it’s even true. Then again after about 3 decades the Uganda Cranes the National Football team qualified for the African Cup of Nations which to me is still a dream I have to wake up from. World Cup is not a statement related to Uganda but the She Cranes has been able to go for two world events in the last ten years. Those sports moments made Ugandans feel like one. The other event that made Uganda feel like it was not in a milky way was a political event, the second of the two presidential candidates debates before an election.

Moving to other things away from Uganda that will always be remembered about the decade which started with South Africa host the 2010 FIFA world cup on the continent for the first time. The aftermath of the seven resulted in the change of leadership at the Football organization because of serious crimes in how money was moving around.

The United States of America has a Russian agent as President am joking but the truth is that Donald Trump is the head of the Free world crazy just like the predicted end of the world in December 2012 but when you take a close look we are not far from a Mad max situation going to the next decade.

This decade has seen the most advancement in tech, can you believe it that before this ending decade there was no iPad first came out this decade, and many other companies joined the Apple revolution. When it first comes out, it was quite a special tech item but now we are using them to play Fruit Ninja. Companies like SpaceX, Boeing shaped a lot of the technology of the decade. Then come to the raid hailing apps for transport that in Uganda we even use them for boda bodas. Hybrid and fully electronic cars are no longer things for the future.

But with all the technological achievements it’s this decade when our phones track our every activity and location that a Malaysia Airlines passenger jet disappeared without a trace in early 2014, the fate of the plane and the 239 passengers and crew on board has become one of the biggest aviation mysteries. The missing plane captured the attention of millions around the world, triggering a multinational search and plenty of conspiracy theories. In the middle of last year, The Atlantic gave us a report of what could have happened the plane was likely intentionally crashed by the pilot which I don’t want to believe.

This decade has also been a roller coaster in the entertainment industry and for me my mark was boyhood but there was a whole range of movies, TV shows and music albums that will surely be classics. From 2012 to 2013 was truly the time of viral videos and Ylvis’ “The Fox” was truly the strangest one to ever become an internet hit. Then the Oscars Twelve years of Slaves was special for Africa because Lupita, the movement of Oscars are so white which I don’t feel was justified followed by Oscars are so male, I can’t imagine a woman or black person playing Hitler just saying. Leonardo finally got a win at the 88th Academy Awards in 2016 when he awarded Best Actor for his role in The Revenant, and I still believe he put upper a better show in The Wolf at Wall Street but the academy decided to give him an award for a role he barely sides anything all movie. This decade saw the end of Harry Potter and the Massive Game of Thrones a TV show that really had an impact on television history.

In the last decade, there has been some very nice Music coming from the likes of Adele, Ed screen, Beyonce, Sam Smith, Taylor Swift, Common and John Legend, Cold Play to the Renegades but the song of the decade fell from nowhere pictures a man doing horse-riding-like dance in July 2012 all the way from South Korea called Psy released a new song called Gangnam Style and it’s the only song on YouTube with a billion views.

It was that decade when The Harlem Shake happened in 2013, thousands of bizarre 30second versions of the “Harlem Shake” a dance set to the electronic song by DJ Baauer were being uploaded on the daily, from sports clubs to military men, to government officials.

What am I living out, sports a lot happened, from that World Cup in South Africa to Japan beating up South Africa in a rugby world cup tipping tables in the sport to the Golden State Warriors taking the NBA by storm but for me, my moment was Leicester City winning the English Premier League. It has become a turn of some sort we a now calling surprises “A Leicester City”.

About 19 million tweets kicked of the Me Too campaign leading to widespread awareness and discussion of the topic of sexual assault against women and have since then become a historic feminist movement, it’s another thing we can partly credit to the internet and technology.

It was that decade when the rainbow was everywhere in the world every single day after Same-sex marriage became legal in the U.S.A on June 26, 2015, it opened another door for LGBTQ+ Community in the whole world. So that past decade we were lucky to witness two royal weddings the one in 2011 and the last one in 2018 that seemed to be more special because many things about it rewrote human history.

In that last decade Hosni Mubarak of Egypt, Moammar Gadhafi of Libya, Ali Abdullah Saleh of Yemen and Zine El Abidine Ben Ali of Tunisia all went out of office in the same year in what came to be known as the Arab spring. Later down the decade, Omar Bashir of Sudan was overthrown a prior to him Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe also left office.

I will end with war in Syria, it’s a Civil war against the government of Assad, it’s a proxy war between Russia and America, it’s a religious war with between the Sunni and Shia Muslims who are backing a president from the Alwhyt side of Islam and its an international war against the self-proclaimed Caliphate called ISIS that has seen almost every nation on the planet get involved. Since 2011 the end is not yet in sight producing the greatest numbers of refugees since the Second world war making it the climax of the third world war generation. War is war.

The greatest thing of the decade is the awareness concerning climate change even if it has come at a very high cost at least for now everyone on the planet knows what we have got ourselves into going to the next 10 years.

I will end with a light one but it still fascinates me to this date. Never before has the world been so divided over something so simple as the color of a dress but that’s exactly what happened back in February 2015 when a picture of a dress originally posted on Tumblr suddenly went viral overnight. To me “The dress is gold and white”

That Decade My review of the decade is kicking off my first blog of 2020, still debating if I should do a review of 2019 it’s self.

[corruptionofteller]

8. The Confrontation

Scarlet stepped into the steamy shower dropping her head as the warm water cascaded down her sticky body, rinsing the smell of metallic crimson that clung to her hair. The clear water turned a light pink, becoming a darker red the longer she stood under the water. Inhaling a deep breath she knew she was in some deep shit with the SAMCRO president because she refused to explain exactly what had happened, but as she exhaled she couldn’t help but to feel satisfaction due to the earlier events. She didn’t feel so helpless as she had many years before. She was growing stronger, Scarlet was able to take care of herself.

Since finding out about Otto’s murder Scarlet hadn’t had a single moment of peace. Her mind wouldn’t shut off, it haunted her dreams. There wasn’t a moment of silence for the newest member of the SAMCRO family. She knew this wasn’t the last run in with her past but she felt prepared to take on anything thrown at her now.

Scarlet used all the hot water trying to make sure all the blood splatter was removed. She washed her hair twice but she knew from experience the stench of blood would linger a few more washes until it was fully gone. She shut the water off, grabbing a towel to wrap it around her body, walking to the bedroom not surprised to see Gemma sitting on the chair in the corner. Scarlet hugged the towel to her dripping body not really sure what to say to the middle-aged woman whose eyes laid firmly on Scarlet taking the last drag from her marlboro. Gemma exhaled, patting out cherry from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Scarlet. “You okay sweetheart? There is some clothes here on the bed for you to tie you over until Jax and the boys get you home.”

Scarlet’s eyes followed her nod to the pile of neatly folded clothes. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.” Scarlet stood uncomfortable in the same spot, water dripping onto the aged carpet soaking around her. “I know but you are family. We take care of our own here. Listen darlin’ I know you probably have had a shit life and doing things on your own is the way you do things but not around here. We do things as a family.” With that said Gemma walked out of the room to leave Scarlet alone to dress.

Scarlet was feeling out of place, she wasn’t sure anymore why she was here. Yes she wanted revenge for Otto but she never needed help with something like this before. She felt like SAMCRO’S charity case. Letting out a sigh she picked up her phone and began texting her friend.  ‘Hey David, Everything is fine but, well, I know you are busy with all your shit but do you want to come visit me? I have my dad’s house you can stay at with me. I guess I miss my best friend and could use your support. Things are a lot different here.” Sending the text Scarlet went back to getting ready waiting for the president of the MC to lecture her.

She used a brush she found running it threw her hair, stopping to look at herself in the mirror her eye caught something behind her. There was a SAMCRO emblem on the wall that stuck out more then everything in the room. She was suddenly angry with Otto. She always thought he was trying to protect her from his lifestyle. Scarlet never held the fact that he wasn’t around against him because in her dreams she would have been better off without him. Less than a weeks she has been here and in that time she has heard the word ‘family’ used in reference to her more than she ever has in her entire life. Everyone has welcomed her with open arms and caring hearts. Why wouldn’t Otto want this for her? Scarlet questioned his motives staring in the mirror back at herself. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the counter top when there was a loud bang on the door. Jax’s voice echoed throughout the room drawing her back to reality. She turned wanting to yell for him to leave her alone but she knew that would be stupid on her end. Scarlet opened the door faced with Jax who had not an ounce of sympathy behind his deadly eyes.

“Darlin’ We need to talk… “

Scarlet moved back has Jax walked in shutting the door. Everything about this man screamed danger, yet somehow Scarlet knew the tall, rugged man that towered over her could never intentionally hurt her. “I suppose you want an explanation for the mangled body in the van?” She said almost defeated, Jax nodded once opening the right side of pocket of his kutte pulling out a pack of smokes. He offered her one but Scarlet was only a social smoker. His shoulder shrugged as he plucked one from the pack placing it between his lips letting it hang loosely as he pulled out his zippo to light it. His crystal blue eyes lifted to her saying ‘start talking’ without having to actually say a thing.

“I never seen the guy before, he called my name and when I turned around I was grabbed. He was going to kill me but I fought him off. Jax I don’t even remember what happened, I woke up covered in blood and he was dead. I will be honest, I don’t know why he was sent but like you and everyone else in this place, I have a past. I had no choice but to take care of it myself.”

Scarlet watched as Jax took a long hit from him smoke leaning back against the dresser. The way he looked at her was not in a way she had ever been looked at before. Jax was looking right at her but she could see he was looking inside her. His face was hard, his body tense. She wasn’t sure what was going to drop from his lips but she did feel connected to him. They both sat in silence for a few moments. She had wondered what he was thinking but she didn’t have to wonder for long.

As the grey smoke billowed out his nostrils, they began to flare slightly as he thought about Scarlet out doing shit that he should have been taking care of for her. Besides her being Otto’s daughter he couldn’t figure out why he felt such a protectiveness over her. Shit, she had only been around less than two weeks and already, as pissed off as he was, the more he looked at her, the more intrigued by her he was. And if the pull he felt was similar of what he had felt for Tara when he was sixteen he was in big fuckin’ trouble.

“Jesus Christ Scarlet. You know who I am right? This shit gets out that my guys are just randomly helping a chick cut fuckin’ scumbags up, I’m gonna have to answer to that shit. You get what I’m sayin’? I don’t know what you did before you got here but this shit ain’t gonna fly. You come to -me-, you come to the club. You got me?”

The way his voice raised at her made him feel like shit but on the other side of that coin he was in the middle of his own shit with Pope and the Cartel, he didn’t need this shit on top of it. His eyes, now, narrowed and dark, stayed focused on the young woman standing before him. He was ready and waiting for a fight from her. Hell if she can kill a man like that poor fucker in the van, she sure as hell was going to put up a fight with him.

Scarlet’s eyes narrowed as Jax spoke down to her, she inhaled a hard breath as if she was trying to keep her anger from steaming out. Her eyes flickered to the SAMCRO emblem then back to Jax as he scolded her for taking care of shit for herself but it had more to do with the mixed feelings she was currently having about Otto and the damn MC.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are, I don’t care if you think because I have a pair of tits I can’t take care of myself. I have been doing this my whole life. I was 17 the first time I killed a man and I would go back and do it again and watch the life leave the eyes of every man I have ever killed!” Scarlet snapped losing her temper quicker than she had ever intended. Jax didn’t scare her, the rise of his voice only seemed to challenge her to stand her ground with him. She was sure everyone could hear them argue but she didn’t care. She was used to being on her own so what difference would it make if she got kicked out of a ‘family’ she knew all of two minutes.

“Forgive me for wanting to take care of myself and not stopping to call you while I was having a knife at my throat. I do not need /YOU/ trying to make me feel like it was a mistake. I didn’t need the help of your fucking men. They don’t need to help me. I can do shit on my own. I never had a family, I don’t need a family and I sure the hell don’t need you trying to control me. None of you… “ She stopped mid sentence feeling a small lump grow in her throat. Scarlet swallowed dropping her eyes from Jax who was glaring at her with fury in his eyes. His stance was stiff as he watched Scarlet quickly unravel before him in an emotional ball of fury.

“You know what. It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong here that much is clear.” She didn’t say another word to him she shoved past Jax flinging the door open, moving past him only to be caught off guard by the rest of the men standing outside the door. There was no room for her to escape between them.

There was no denying the shit Scarlet dished back to him was the truth. He had no doubt she could take care of her own shit and true be told, thinking about the way she fucked up the guy that now laid in pieces in the black van made his fuckin’ cock hard. He ain’t never dealt with such a hard core woman other that his own damn mother before and behind the mask of anger, this shit was turning him on.

Ignoring the fact that he had to shift his stance to relieve the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans, Jax continued to narrow his pale blue eyes in her direction. His molars began to grind in the back and the sound resonated right up through his head. There was no way the King of Charming was going to let her know it wasn’t the fact that she could take care of her shit, but the fact that she didn’t seem to need him.

Otto’s voice suddenly rang out in his head. The words ‘You bed my daughter, I’ll fuckin’ kill you Jackson’ played on repeat. The moment Scarlet had walked into TM, he instantly had an attraction to her and it was hard to mask that shit. Even Chibs had began to notice the way he seemed to look out for the girl.

Jax was lost in his own thoughts until Scarlet forced her way past him, his teeth clenching as she stomped herself out the door. Reaching out Jax grabbed for her upper arm to pull her back, wrapping his rough fingers around her just as she came face to face with the other members of the MC. He supposed they were a bit louder than they thought.

“E’erythin’ a’right Jackie?” Chibs questioned, Jax raising his hand up as he yanked Scarlet back towards the apartment.

“I got it. You guys get the fuck outta here.” As he spoke he felt Scarlet fighting against his hold with no avail.

Kicking the door closed once again, Jax glared down at her. He was sure just from the look in her eyes she didn’t give a fuck what he said and she wasn’t in the least scared of him. Most women would have been crying and giving in to his every demand. But but not her.

“Your ass it stayin’ right here. You fuckin’ got it? I have a responsibility to your fuckin’ father and I’m going to honor that. Your stubborn ass can just listen or we can do this day after fuckin’ day!”

Scarlet was yanked back into the room but not without putting up a fight, all eyes of the MC were on her just as the door was kicked shut, almost catching her heel. She shoved Jax in the chest, catching him off balance. He stumbled back knocking his shoulder into the door. His eyes seemed to widen but it was not with anger. Yes, he was upset with her but there was something deeper than that. She saw truth lying deep in his ocean blues, she heard true words he spat out at her but Scarlet refused to believe them for herself. She never wanted to be cared for because each time in her life that she had allowed someone in it only caused her more pain. She was set on living and dying on her own.

“Your responsibility? Fuck that. I am my own fuckin’ responsibility. Don’t throw that old man shit on me, he didn’t even take responsibility for me so don’t give me that shit Jackson!”

Scarlet took another breath huffing it out turning her back to Jax having no way out of the damn apartment they stood in. She couldn’t look at him, she refused to let him see his words caused her to be weak. Scarlet wanted to believe a man like Jax would really come in and save her from herself but she knew better then this.

She scooped her hair up in her hands tossing it in a messy bun ready to fight her way out if she needed to. Scarlet didn’t want to turn around and face him she was terrified if she did she would fall for him just like the rest of the Charming whores she was sure fell to his feet. She was not about to drop to her knees for no man, especially Jax Teller.

She heard his footsteps while she cracked her knuckles a nervous habit she has always had. Silently she prayed, the door would open and shut, that Jax would leave her alone. Of course she wouldn’t get her way, she felt him standing tall behind her shaking her head she stood her ground.

“Why won’t you leave me alone, don’t you have some whore waiting to suck your small cock?”

His chest heaved as she stood with her back to him, his nostrils flaring at her actions but most of all her words. She might have been used to this kind of danger but he’d be damned if she was going to get hurt, or fuck even killed on his motherfuckin’ watch. Stepping in behind her as her arms flailed about as she tied her hair up, he could hear the sound of her knuckles cracking. If she thought she was going to give /him/ a fight, she had another thing coming.

“This how it’s gonna fuckin’ be Scarlet? Huh? Am I gonna have to put a fuckin’ Prospect on your motherfuckin’ ass 24/7? That what you fuckin’ want?” His words spit out in low growls, his anger getting the best of him only because she was fighting him. He was used to this shit; the arguing with Wendy, Tara....his mother for fuck sakes. And usually they backed the fuck down without being too much of a pain in his ass. But Scarlet Delaney? Hell, this one was going to be tougher to break.

“My fuckin’ whores can wait. I’m dealing with something more important dammit!”

Grabbing her elbow he spun her around, her dark, furious eyes meeting his without a moment of hesitation. As his eyes bore into hers Jax could see more than he knew Scarlet wanted him to see. He saw the pain of losing her old man, the pain of the life she had been dealt, the upset of never having what she now had right in front of her; a family. He would be damn sure she wasn’t going to lose herself to this shit. And most of all he was going to make sure he didn’t lose her.

Her mind screamed beat his ass for putting his hands on her but her heart called out don’t be a fool. Scarlet watched Jax’s eyes read her like a book, her breathing was deep, calm and even but everything on the inside was a flare of red flashing lights telling her to look away, shut it off. “Stop.” The single word was hushed. It was a plea more to god to not let her fall for this man’s shit. She has been strong alone in life she didn’t want to fall to the mercy of the man before her. Jax’s gripped loosened but did not drop. “Why? Jax why would I be important? So my father was family to you, I was not family to him it makes me nothing to you.” Scarlet was finally able to break his breathtaking gaze, eyeing the door wanting to make another break for it. He must have noticed because his hold on her begin to tighten once more.

“For fucksake Jax! I am not a goddamn child, I am not the bitches you deal with daily, I am me. And I don’t need you to save me!” A rushed wave of anger flooded over her once again trying to pull away from him but he yanked her roughly against him, her body crashing against his toned chest. Scarlet instantly tried to shove him away screaming at him. “Let me go! Fuck you and your prospects, I don’t need protection Teller! You don’t want to help me get the man who killed Otto fine I will do it without you. Once it’s done I’ll be gone anyway!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

It wasn’t planned or expected but as Jax pulled Scarlet in against his firm chest, his heartbeat started to pound in his ears. So loud he couldn’t

even think straight but the one thought that was prominent in his mind as he stared down at this beautiful young woman was he wanted to force her into submission; where the dangerous shit was concerned and his cock. Fuck, he knew this was a piss poor time to have pussy on the brain but he knew it was more than that, something more was drawing her to him. He had yet to figure out just was that pull was.

Without any more thought he tightened his grip on her, suddenly crushing his lips to hers, waiting for the wrath as his mouth claimed hers in the least unexpected way. He assumed she would push him away, fuck possibly beat his ass for being so cocky and forward but he didn’t care. In the short weeks Scarlet had been in their lives she was wedging herself into his complicated, fucked up life and he welcomed it.

Scarlet’s eyes widen in total shock as Jax’s lips roughly crashed against hers. She had froze in place while his lips forcefully dominated her own. The way his hands slithered around her waist pulling her against him, caging her in had Scarlet melt right into him. Her lips parted returning the needy kiss matching his hunger. Her slender fingers found themselves locked in his dirty blonde hair tugging him closer to her. Her heart raced in her chest, her core ached for his touch making her moan into the kiss in a desperate plea for his touch.

“Jax, you good?” The sound of Happy knocking on the other side of the door made Scarlet shove Jax back and without warning her hand snapped back, flying forward, slapping him across the face. She wasn’t sure why she had just done that, she wasn’t sure why he had just kissed her either. Scarlet has been anything but kind to this man. Her hands flew to her mouth covering them not out of shock from her actions but because the tingle that lingered from the pleasantly unwelcomed kiss had took hold of her. She stared at him, feeling the need to move back into his arms but instead she stood back unsure how he would react.

The way Scarlet moaned into the kiss was a good indication to him that he wasn’t about to get a pointy boot to his nuts. His tongue urges her pouty lips open, lapping up the warmth from within, his body slowly reacting to the way she kissed him back. He swore he could feel the thumping of her heart right against his chest as she moved closer to him and he opted against reaching for her fine ass, the one he had noticed each and every time she waltzed past. Groaning heavily, his tongue lapped at her top lip, tasting the gloss that lingered on them until the sound of a deep, masculine voice travelled through the old wooden door of the apartment.

“Yeah..”

The blond biker called out to his Sgt. only a second before her much smaller hands fell flush to his broad chest and shoved him causing him to lose his footing and stumble back. He should have been prepared for what came next but he wasn’t. The sting of the center of her palm connecting with his left cheek sent ripples of pain through him but he barely acknowledged it. He deserved what he got, fuck, she didn’t even know him or what he was really capable of. His rough, calloused hand rubbed across the stubble that had gathered at his jaw from days of not bothering to shave. His eyes, now softer than they were before, looked over at Scarlet, hoping she now saw an apologetic expression.

“Babe..fuck, I’m sorry. Just…” He forced his eyes away from her, taking a few steps to close the gap between her and the door. “..ya need anything else, grab Gemma. I’ll see ya.”

The rejection was something Jax wasn’t used to, christ he was used to women mauling over him but not her. Scarlet didn’t need a man to handle her shit. And in that moment as he threw open the door and made his trek down the dim lit narrow hall, he knew she damn well didn’t need him.

[stephanielipsey-blog]

Contents, Tagged Along with "Concentration".

Teeth end up being yellow or even pale as a result of grow older, excess use of cigarette, herbal tea, cigarette and coffee. There are actually numerous wide arrays, but the ones our experts are actually very most aware of convert coming from environment-friendly to yellow as they advance. That is important to choose an appropriate promotion partner amongst the myriads of Qatar Directory providers. The yellowish comes from the yellowish lion in the coat of arms from the Duchy from Linen, established in 1183-84. Celena, Salena, Salina, Selena, Selene, and Selina are actually Greek canine labels that suggests moon. Yellow dresses in fashion trend are actually unusual, yet regularly connected with gaiety and occasion. On a pc show, yellowish is actually created by integrating environment-friendly and red light at the best intensity on a black screen. Antimicrobial - Research studies done at Atatürk University in Chicken located that yellow dock eliminated damaging microorganisms and fungal agents creating yellow dock wonderful for recuperation contaminations. But someplace in the production method, the yellow sweets manage to create their method in to the incorrect area, that makes them a lot more widespread compared to they ought to be actually. Shifty. White and also yellowish all together can easily additionally signify rebirth, easter and also rebirth. For instance, the sunlight releases reddish and cozy radiations where as the moon emits white colored and awesome radiations. They most likely also like the comfort of the yellow web pages, as this book is actually dropped off at their residence frequently. As well as, the yellow webpages, is actually still the leading resource for all this hunt as well as retrieval, however certainly not always with a physical book. They perform this by using an unique contact number that appears only in their Directory ad and no place else, or through paying a tracking service to put an unique number in their advertisement and offer all of them with regular monthly records. The yellowish webpages are actually the finest spot to search if you are actually searching to locate the right individual to perform the work. The yellow belt also possesses private adventure to aid act upon methods to lower inefficient products and also to help with between employees and also the other waistbands on the team. When you have just about any concerns relating to wherever and also how you can employ mountains of mourne sheet music; http://tiempode-ajuste.info,, you'll be able to contact us in the site. As a cast take 1 to 2 mils 3 opportunities a time, in pill type have 2 - FIVE HUNDRED milligrams pills a day, and constantly take yellowish dock along with food. So join our company on World Mental Health Day through wearing one thing yellow as well as giving away ₤ 1 to YoungMinds. The 692-mile lengthy Yellowstone River, as an example, is actually presently an outstanding photo topic, moving right into Yellowstone Pond as well as on with the Yellowstone Grand Gulch, plunging into the Upper and Lower Drops. It is often believed that words butterfly arised from the distinguishing yellow of male brimstones, contacted butter-coloured zip very early collection agencies. This is going to not have a lot to obtain provided within this highly placed Yellow Pages from Qatar. With brand-new wide arrays visiting annually this is actually challenging to keep up. A wonderful brand new compilation of aromatic flowers has gotten here along with pair of in the standard type white along with yellow cores, Alister Stella Grey as well as Big Ben and also a couple of peach coloured one's Reefs Gem and Always You are my favourites. All the most significant info regarding the different businesses that are losing the Delhi city can be located in the Delhi Yellowish pages. Yellow dock like all supplements, medications, and natural herbs should not be actually used by those who are actually expectant, nursing, or even little kids. Yellowish paint highlights emotion of joy and is actually associated with cheery as well as intense sensations. When that happens to just how to take care of yellow lighting on PS3 along with convenience and also simplicity, this is a no brainer. If any sort of factor the red cell pass away fee faster compared to customarily, bilirubins can easily gather in the blood stream and also lead to blood cells in your infant's body system are broken up into a yellowish pigment gotten in touch with bilirubin. Tarheel webpages give your company a better search in the marketplace and make the simple method to your service, where the consumer can conveniently access you business solutions, this is actually since it position your business in the leading business listing group. The mixed Sunshine/ Moon 'personality' could indicate why we do not experience expanded perception: it shows just what stands in our course such as habitual designs from thinking, feeling, as well as expressing, that shadow the clearness from our beliefs. The flag from the Vatican Metropolitan area and the colours of the pope are actually white as well as yellow, standing for the gold key and the silver key. After that they could utilize your monitoring document as proof to other possible marketers that Directory advertising could generate considerable amounts of phone calls and also money. A yellowish belt grad are going to have the ability to check the personnel of a tool or even little degree company and also have the ability to sell the course to their staff members. Telephone directory in the UK is actually still a recognized and trusted label, nevertheless, along with on a daily basis that goes by this is deteriorating quicker compared to a dictator's grip on a war torn nation - so someone much better function promptly. No matter what the circumstance is actually, in many cases the yellow web pages are going to be able to receive you started on a service to meet your necessities as well as aspect you in the ideal direction as for who to choose to do the work you wish. The yellow warbler (Setophaga petechia) is a types of warbler lifestyle in many of The United States who is actually fully yellow. other than a handful of reddish touches on the breast as well as head in guys. The greatest option is actually to choose a Yellow Illumination Of Fatality Repair work manual as it supplies a comprehensive explanation on the measures to become complied with to effortlessly repair the console within the fastest feasible time. That is determined that over FIVE HUNDRED thousand yellow webpages directory sites are imprinted off annually in the U.S.A. If the yellow high temperature inoculation is certainly not recommended, you may be provided along with an exemption character, which could be actually allowed through migration authorizations. Yellow Webpage Qatar is a long-lived title in the list of prominent Qatar Telephone directory service providers online. The only variation in between the initial web pages and also today's model is the different colors from newspaper. The various other terrific advantage from the yellow web pages is actually the ease of utilization that they offer.