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dorizardthewizard · 4 months

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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 4 - 6

Episode 4:

Aww Tia and Thran talking about TV shows, I like seeing more interactions between characters we don't see together that often.

Also Tia looking out for D'jok by getting the video checked! We see her check up on him a couple of times in these episodes, I love their friendship. Here it's like a little reversal of when D'jok was looking out for her when the whole Rocket Netherball thing was going down

Hooooow does Thran's filter program somehow let him see what happened before the explosion?? That's not filtering anything out, it's straight up new footage!

Artegor putting his hand on Aarch's shoulder after D'jok's disappearance... they're such a divorced couple with messy history who still care about each other

Clamp: Without D'jok here, we don't have a captain!

A complete non-issue since D'jok only started being the captain because Rocket left, but he's back now so

THE KINGS, THE LEGENDS!!!

Aw that little moment of the Snow Kids being a little star struck, getting to play against Aarch and Artegor at their prime. Although I still don't know how that works exactly with the holo-trainer and their irl physical fitness but whatever

THEY'RE PLAYING IN PERFECT SYNC AS IF NO TIME HAS PASSED AAAAAAA

Standing all cool as they tell their Snow Kids to take a break and then immediately crumpling with their middle aged bones ajshahaha

Why does Sonny's English dub voice sound so forced now. "It COULD be a TRAP!!"

Aaaaand now D'jok's leaving as well, that was quick

Are they... you know 😳😳😳

No seriously Sonny's delivery just sells this ahahaha

I love team Paradisia's designs btw, very y2k. We've even got Clover from Totally Spies here!

Ok quick rant about the attempts at portraying "girl power":

Honestly idk about D'jok being annoyed they're all girls, this with the Elektra's comment earlier are examples of S3 being more heavy-handed like, “yeah these players are girls, but ACTUALLY that doesn't mean they're not good players!”. Compare this to the previous seasons where we just... had players that were really good and happened to be girls, and no one needed to comment on it? Like, Kernor is the top goal keeper and Lun-Zaera is the best striker for the Wambas, plus Tia was the Snow Kid's biggest weapon in season 1 so I don't think D'jok would immediately dismiss the girls like that. Maybe he would be disconcerted at being the only boy, but still. It's like in the lego n/in/ja/go movie where they were like “she's a GIRL, but she can still be a NINJA!” which has a weird psychological effect of actually enforcing to kids that there is some sort of disparity between men and women, when instead they could just portray her as an equal and let that do the talking, no need to manufacture sexism so you can call it out like “hey, we're so progressive!” (not that you can't have stories with that too, I just don't think it makes as much sense in this situation and shows a different approach than the first two seasons).

Rant over <3

NIKKI-4 IS TALLER THAN D'JOK YASSS

I like Team Paradisia's football outfits but what's the point of the visor?

They kind of have the Cyclops' style of attacking, lmao

D'jok you're such a bitch

Y'know at this point Aarch is like. Wow don't we have contracts with any of these kids? With notice periods?

I feel like S3 could have been more fun if the player switching had been more planned like, mix up the teams! The Snow Kids knew they'd have to get a player from another team but for some reason did not seem willing to let go one of their own, even though logically they would have to?

Artegor: He was bad for the team and we're better off without him!

Ah nice to see Artegor's no chill side still comes out sometimes

GASP! What a twist!

Episode 5:

Ooooh new name for a Ryker's player! Kinda wish it was the blue hair one just to distinguish easier lol

Nihla!! Although apparently Nihlis in secondary material. Not sure if it's clear what their gender is in the og French but I hc that the Shadows fuck around with gender anyway

Ok what, I remember this All Stars game happening but I thought it was later. I thought I skipped an episode for a second there because what, there was no mention of this mixed all stars game before at all??

also TIA SHOULD BE ON A TEAM

Nikki-4 sounds like the actual name Nikifor. heh

Rocket and Tia's H2O t-shirts! iconic nerds

My reaction to the Mice-delight advert breaks are the same reaction I have to any advert break

Ah ok so they were all contacted by other teams lol, in my mind Tia got contacted for the All Stars game but she turned them down because things were tumultuous for the Snow Kids and she wanted to be there for them <3

Also why are they dismayed that everyone's been contacted by other teams, that's kind of the point of this mixed flux tournament, no? It means they're good players!

Micro-Ice only got contacted by a fan club? WRITERS STOP CLOWNING ON MICE AND ONLY USING HIM FOR COMEDIC RELIEF HE IS A REALLY TALENTED PLAYER! Artie back me up

Ah ironic, Rocket can't make the flux jump and he falls, as opposed to season 2 when he saved Tia from a fall with the flux. Now I'm imagining Tia jumping up to save him and carrying him bridal style. It should have happened, writers

Rocket: Yeah I'm okay! Rocket: Actually, I take that back

We love a self-aware king who knows his limits <3

Christ it's just disaster after disaster for the Snow Kids, huh

Callie giving Nork the STINK EYE lol DRAG HIM she at least has some journalistic integrity

D'jok's being such an ass with the way he's talking about the Snow Kids, at least Mei showed there were no hard feelings when she left. What did they do to you, man? I can understand him feeling hurt and needing to get away, but now the show's going back to “D'jok only cares about winning” again. Like sure that could definitely be a front, but the show doesn't really look behind it as far as I remember

YAAAASS LUN-ZEARA

Surprised we didn't start this match with D'jok and Sinedd taunting each other

How dare you use the Pirate's soundtrack and not have a Pirate on the field >:(

YES KERNOR! weird to see her tired out though

The animation 😭😭😭

ooo call back to Netherball with this resonance thing, glad that has consequences. Cool that they show it affecting other players too, Kernor was the Netherball champion before Rocket after all

Does Simbai get dressed in her flux society clothes just to have a zoom call with them?

Ah wish we had more of that all star game

Episode 6:

Oh come on this is just sloppy now, he says the Shadows vs Rykers but that's the Pirates' logo. They got it right on the previous shot as well!

Is Mice practicing confessing to Yuki? I thought they were already dating lmao, surely they're past this

Why is Mark drawn with nipples but Micro-Ice isn't? Wait no he has them too in the next shot, what are the rules here 😂

Ah this scene is a classic. But 🅱lease give Micro-Ice some development that's not just comedic relief, even his stuff with Yuki is played for laughs. What about the fact that his best friend, no, brother, just up and left and shits on the Snow Kids on live TV?

SHARKY THAT. DOES NOT FEEL VERY LEGAL. SEXUAL HARASSMENT, IN FACT.

Kernor enjoying her little treat <3 I love when we get to see tough characters doing mundane things like eating ice cream.

I love this butler guy who hates his job. His wince when Tia says she needs someone to talk to before he reluctantly offers an ear, LOL. An icon.

Awww I'm glad to see Tia and Mei still being good friends. Mei I missed you!

THE SHADOWS WALKING IN UNISON UNDER THE UMBRELLA DSFJKFSSDF I know I shit on the animation but they do try to put in little things like that. They didn't have to animate that, but they did, for us.

Artie and Bennett shenanigans yaaay

Not Ahito and Thran deciding to watch the Shadows match instead of supporting Yuki

It's so fun watching the Rykers with how intimidating they are. Unfortunately my brain has been ruined and I keep getting reminded of something else when I see this gesture

He looks so unbothered 🤣😭😭

Again, what's the point of the Elektra's visor? Their flux looks so cool though

THE SHADOWS PLAYER IS SO TALL COMPARED TO THE CYCLOPS LOL

What position is Mei even playing now

Why didn't Kernor use her flux? Honestly goalkeepers should just use their flux for every save considering they don't have to run around as much

Is it just me or is Ahito not falling asleep as much as before

4-0???!!! NOT A SINGLE GOAL FOR THE RYKERS???!! RUDE!!!

The look Tia gives Lun-Zia, wtf man, this whole jealousy plot is just ridiculous. SHE WOULD NOT FUCKING DO THAT!

Why ya'll being so mean to Mice, dafuq ToT He just got violated by the paparazzi lmao show some sympathy

Sidney's reaction to Kernor sfsdfjksfjk good taste sir

OH NO NOT ZOLEEN

Ooooooo Pirates lore!! So they were already a thing before Sonny, he just took control from Magnus Blade and gave them a PR change

#galactik football #my posts #dori watches galactik football

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shaydeoffical · 4 years

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Bright as a Diamond. Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem Reader: Chapter Two

Summary: When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Edit: Deadass left the “chapter one” in the title for like a week when this is chap two, oops. Also, I had a read more and that didn't work. Sorry Family <3 Also I realized my flashbacks are not in ilatics, but I think you can infer as you read. I’ll try to fix that for next time.

Chapter One: https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/190764312269/bright-as-a-diamond-chapter-one-hitoshi-shinsou-x

Chapter Three:

https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/611141904327983104/bright-as-a-diamond-hitoshi-shinsou-x-fem-reader

Chapter Two

Before You Can Walk

Uncle Shota had sent off my furniture choices to the store, and now I was to get ready in the outfit he had provided for me. It was in a black case with an intricate white swirl on the top. To most people, I looked like a confident and polished young woman, on her way to the top. In truth, my mother dressed me every morning, and I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for longer than a few seconds to check my hair.

My body wasn’t exactly typical, with my weight sitting in the places I hated the most…well, I hated it all. Maybe my thighs were okay, and my ass was great, but my breasts were nearly untamable.

Inside the case was a camo tracksuit, a white tee, and a pair of tight bike shorts that went under the pants or were interchangeable for summer months. The shoes were red sneakers that went up to my ankle. The red contrasted the camo, but I suppose it was a safety thing, so I didn’t pass out and just blended in.

Luckily for me, the outfit was made of a poly-cotton blend, and it was stretchy. The shirt clung tighter to my chest then I wanted, but the short sleeve jacket was loose, and the pants fit just right. I pulled the top part of my hair back and made a ponytail. Half up and half down hair was my daily go too, so it didn’t make sense to change that for training.

When I exited the bathroom, Shota was nowhere to be found. “Hizashi, where is Shota?” I found the blonde pouring over his music player, geeking out.

“Oh, he said you had to make it to the road without being caught.” Hizashi paused his music and chuckled. “I know his methods are weird, but he’ll make you’re a master of self-defense.”

“I’m supposed to run through the forest and get to the road. Without being caught?” I frowned, looking out the door. “How long has he been gone?”

“Not too long. Look at it like capture the flag, and have some fun.” He handed me a water bottle. “You better get going before he gets bored.”

“Okay, um, thanks.” I tuck the water into my pocket and start to walk outside.

I wasn’t really the running type. Even when bad things had come my way, I was more of a hider. Still, Shota knew what he was doing, I had to trust his judgment. Training took two people trusting the other not to go too far.

Slowly jogging, I made it to the tree line and focused on a steady rhythm of breathing. The natural debris from autumn was causing some issues. I kept curling my ankle on walnuts and kicking limbs up and cutting the opposite ankle. Part of getting stronger was getting hurt. I knew that still, it wasn’t pleasant.

Keeping my eyes peeled, I knew I could be jumped at any moment. Anxiety chewed through my muscles as I ran faster with longer strides. Of course, I wanted to pass my first test, but I really didn’t want to be at the business end of Shota’s capture weapon.

A few minutes in, I stumbled forward, landing on my knees. Not taking a moment to rest, I kept going, pushing harder. I just had to get going.

Parched lips. Unable to keep my head up. The constant hum of the motor.

Stopping suddenly, I grasped my water and downed half the bottle. Hiding between two trees, I glanced around and took in my surroundings. Something rustled in the distance, and I put the bottle back in my pocket. I saw Shota running through the trees, and I stayed quiet until he was out of sight.

Now that he was ahead of me, I took a moment and breathed. Closing my eyes, I contently leaned on the tree and steadied my body. The aches were starting to set in, and I contemplated laying down and just taking a short break.

Something grasped my love handles. Yelping, I got out of the grip and turned. No one was there. Again I was clutched; this time, I could see the hands holding my midsection and pulling me down. I broke free and swiveled to catch a glimpse of the person responsible.

“Cut it out!” I demanded, wrapping my hands around my stomach, and spinning around in circles. “Shota, this isn’t cool. I don’t like being-“I screamed again, this time there was a long pull on my jacket, bringing me to the earth. “Stop it.” I shivered.

Shivering. So cold and sterile. My blood was freezing into ice cubes. I try to pass them off as the real deal.

Curling into my knees, I grabbed my hair and took even breaths. Someone hovered over top of me, it wasn’t Shota’s shoes. My heart racing, this wasn’t a game. Grabbing my water bottle. I chucked it at the person and ran. Not like I had before but with real purpose this time.

The chase was on footsteps right behind me. I didn’t have a reason to look back, so I kept going. “Uncle Sho!” I cried for help, reaching a small hill, I skidded down the slope and kept going. “UNCLE SHO HELP!” Even louder then before, I couldn’t breathe and scream at the same time. Pumping my legs faster, I saw the road in the distance. Then a tight rope coiled around my waist. I screamed.

Airborne in an instant, I was dangling from a tree. Kicking my legs to stop the spinning. It was no use. My hands were bound with my hips, and I was useless. Like always.

“I thought you’d be better than that.” A boy a little older than me was holding the other end of the scarf. He didn’t look it, but he must have been keen to hoist me into the air so nonchalantly. Obviously, he was arrogant and a prick. Who could do this to someone and not get the ‘screaming for help’ as a sign to stop?

“Did Shota put you up to this or do you like to toy with girls in the forest,” I spat, seeing stars the faster I twirled around.

“I don’t know.” He let go of the scarf and caught it just before I hit the ground.

“Oh, my God.” I got my feet under me and stood. “That was sadistic. What the hell is wrong with you?” I wobbled but turned to face the ass. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I see you met Hitoshi Shinsouu.” Shota appeared from the road, lazily yawing. “Shinsouu is my protegee; I asked him to help with today’s exercise.”

“Did you instruct him to kill me?” I barked, only to be lifted off my feet and sent spinning. “Stop! What’s wrong with you?”

“You look like a pinata,” Shinsouu stated, keeping me from touching the ground. With each spin, I could see his smirk…what a-ugh.

“That’s enough, Shinsou; she’s learned her lesson.” Shota leaned down to my level, now that I was resting on my knees. “What do you think that was about?”

“Just because someone’s your protégée doesn’t give them the right to scare me.” I offered meekly, sending a glare at the purple-haired boy, who seemed uncaring at this point.

“No. He did as I instructed.” Shota sighed, untangling me from the scarf. “Just because you know there is one villain, doesn’t mean there aren’t more. Never let your guard down, and certainly never just sit there as it’s happening.”

“I thought it was you at first,” I argued, fighting against the ropes.

“Even me. In these simulations, we need to treat it like the real thing.” He plucked a leaf from my hair and helped me up. “Now, let’s get ready for the run back.”

“Wait, we’re going again?” I screeched, rubbing my sore sides.

“You got a three-minute head start. Go.” I didn’t waste a second more, taking off past Shinsouu, sending him a glare.

It went on like that for hours. It mostly ended with Shinsouu hanging me up by my ankles, waist, or once by my knees. He also pinned me in a tackle a few times, going as far as to snicker. After a while, I knew that Shota had stopped chasing me, and just enjoyed the show. Time after time of me trying to make it back to the road or the house and falling just short. My best attempt was when I hid close to the starting point and walked behind them and hid when they turned around. It was foiled when I saw a mouse and screamed.

No longer running, I shuffled my feet towards the house. Dragging my ankles, I reached the small hill that had become the bane of my existence, and I tripped over my own feet. Unable to catch my balance, I fell. My body crashing down the slope, banging with each bump.

Shinsouu crashed his body with mine, slowing the speed but getting himself into my tumble. Not knowing what to do with his stupid strong arms, he wrapped them around me, probably to cop a feel.

“You alright?” He asked when we stopped, pressing my head to his chest. He probably got off to being squished being under me like that.

“Fine, you caught me again. Don’t rub it in.” I sniffled, frustrated with my progress. I couldn’t keep upright, and now everything hurt.

“That’s enough for today,” Shota jumped down from a limb and helped Shinsouu up than me. I stumbled into his arms and cried tears of relief.

“Really?” I rubbed my tears into his black shirt.

“Now, you just need to run back home, we won’t chase you this time.” Shota chuckled, and I pulled away from him in disbelief.

“You’re sadistic too, no wonder you both get along.” I crossed my arms over my bruised chest. My mother’s image flashed through my mind, and I sighed. “Fine, if I’m going to run home, I should get one more chance to outrun you two.” I squared my shoulders and took off.

Instead of heading straight, I zig-zagged through the trees, running at an angle. I had my second and third winds hours earlier, but I managed to keep myself going at a decent speed.

After running this drill so many times, I knew what was more successful. Once they caught sight of me, it was over. So I just needed to stay hidden and keep a low profile. The forest was denser the way I was running now, and I could take more small breaks. A few more meters and I would be in the back garden, safe and sound.

“(y/n),” Hizashi was yelling for me. “You win, come home.” It was off. The voice was in the opposite direction of the house.

I knew that Present Mic had a booming voice, but why was he using it now. The sun was starting to set, and I had skipped lunch, so my tummy was rumbling…maybe he cooked- “It’s a trick, I know it.” I settled it in my mind and kept running.

A few minutes passed, and I wasn’t in the back garden. Hizashi had been calling me for a while, but I could no longer hear him. Maybe I was stupid… perhaps I was lost.

“What to do when lost?” I plopped down and tugged my lower lip. “Sit still. Check. Start a fire?” There wasn’t much sun left, but I gathered a few twigs and focused on my quirk. Making diamonds had got me into trouble, but it was the coals I needed right now.

Making several fiery coals, I sat them in my fire pit and encouraged the flames to grow by fanning them. Now I had a few diamonds floating my pocket and a warm fire to fend off the autumn chill. I would have killed to still have a little water with me, but I had to toss it at Shinsouu earlier. He deserved it.

“There you are,” Shota sighed, pointing a flashing light on my campsite after a few minutes of smoke being in the air. “Great work with the fire. That was smart thinking.” He complimented me, patting my head.

“Where is Shinsouu and Hizashi?” I asked, putting out the fire.

“They’re probably headed home now.” He started walking off, and I followed behind him.

“Sorry, I did so bad today,” I remembered how lackluster my performance was.

He stopped before going again. “You did better then I thought you would. I can tell you relay more on your fight response then flight. We can use that to our advantage; today was useful.”

“Did you have to bring Shinsouu in? He’s so so rude. I hate to be so brash about your friend, but he was also so rough.”

“I thought you two would hit it off.” He held a thorn-covered branch back so I could pass. “He’ll be useful in your training, and vise versa. Can you manage to get along for me?”

“I won’t like it, but I can tolerate anything for you, Uncle Sho.” I sounded like a brat but was too tired to care.

“Let’s get home.”

#shinsou hitoshi #erasermic #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #bright as a diamond #ambershaydeoffical #bnha #mha #my hero #my hero academia #reader #dad aizawa #bnha x reader

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miraizu · 4 years

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About Love - Yona x F!Reader

About Love [Akatsuki no Yona oneshot] Ship: Yona/F!Reader Word count: 1,801 Warnings: Near death ?

Darkness. That was all that permeated your vision, and you tried to move your limbs in confusion. At once, a bright light flashed in your eyes, and you blinked a couple times as you took in your surroundings.

You were back at Castle Hiryuu. What was this? A dream? The last thing you remembered was being on one of the pirate ships with Yona. You were fighting to free the captured maidens. And then... And then...

Eyes widening at the memory, you quickly checked your stomach in panic, expecting to see a gaping hole where the sword had slashed you, to see the red staining your clothes. Instead, you saw nothing, your outfit being normal. Oh dear Hiryuu, you weren't dead, right? Right?!

Hearing shouting, you looked up, clear confusion written all over your face. You were safe and dry underneath one of the castle hangar's, but it was night time, and pouring out to boot. However, you recognized the one voice that cried out so painfully, and you ran down the hall in panic, coming to a sliding stop as you peered in the room the noise came from. Your stomach turned at the sight, sorrow gripping your heart painful.

This wasn't a dream. It was a memory.

Collapsed on the ground in shock was a woman you were all-too-familiar with, Princess Yona and former heir to the throne. Staring ahead in shock, you could see why she had cried out. On the ground, deceased, was her father, King Il. And the perpetrator?

None other than the man you had sworn your life to serve, Soo-won. Even as his lady-in-waiting were you shocked, and your throat seized up as his eyes went from Yona to you, his face hard.

"[Y/n]... Yona... Neither of you should be out."

You rushed forward to shield Yona from the grisly sight before her. You wanted to curse him into oblivion. To cry and scream and ask why. You had no control of your voice though, for you could not change the past.

"Soo-won... How could you?"

A few guards came into the room, but you knew they would not help you as they pointed their swords at you. No, they needed to get rid of the evidence - evidence being you and Yona.

Forcing the younger princess to her feet, you had rushed out, in search of a weapon you could protect yourselves with. The princess was stumbling behind you, clearly dissociating from the scene before her. If it had been any other time, you'd be attentive and try to calm her down, but you didn't have the luxury or time to stall for even a moment. A moment of hesitation would lead to your downfall.

Feeling tears prick your eyes, soon enough you and Yona were cornered in the courtyard, and Yona collapsed onto the muddy ground, clearly giving up. You tried to go back to her, but you were seized in an instant, a sword threateningly held up to your neck to prevent any movement.

Yona...

You felt rage well in you. How could they do this to somebody so sweet? How could Soo-won, the man you thought you knew best, do this?! A scream ripped through your entire being, and you bashed your head back, hitting the soldier who had you in his grasp square in the face. It was with enough force to cause him to fall back, his nose a bloody mess, and you grabbed the sword from him, spinning it around once before going to save Yona.

"[Y/n], get her out of here!"

A new voice joined the fray, and you spared Hak a glance and nodded, rushing to Yona and gently bringing her to a stand. For a moment, she tried to pull away, clear distrust of you and confusion, and you made an attempt to calm her down.

"I'm here for you, princess. I'll keep you safe, even if it means laying my life down for your own."

Slowly, your surroundings began to fade into blackness, but not before your eyes met her purple ones, sad and defeated, but still trusting of you.

And you only had one thought.

I'll always fight for you.

She was crying. Hovering over the battered and injured body of [Y/n], her most trusted friend, Yona couldn't help the tears and worry that racked her body, even with Yoon's reassurance that you would be okay. After all, wasn't it her fault in the first place that this happened? Her fault that you were injured? Her fault that you were even here? By all intents and purposes, you weren't even supposed to leave Castle Hiryuu with her. You had been Soo-won's lady-in-waiting, after all. Would he had spared you if you had stayed?

"Please... Please, [Y/n]... Wake up..."

You stirred lightly, feeling something wet drop down onto your face, and you winced as a sharp pain reverberated throughout your entire body. Somebody was crying for you, a voice that sounded familiar, but who?

"Mm..."

You tried to speak but your throat felt drier than cotton. The small noise was enough to grab the person's attention, though, and they quickly left, presumably to go get somebody else. Moments later, a cool compress was pressed to your forehead, and you found the strength to flutter your eyes open. Standing over you was Yona and Yoon, Ao perched comfortably on the former's head.

"How are you feeling?"

You blinked once at Yoon, slowly processing his words. ". . . I've been better," you rasped, wincing at the way your voice sounded. How long had you been out?

As if reading your mind, Yoon helped prop your head up, giving you a sip of water from his flask. "You've been out for 3 days. You worried us all, you idiot!"

While his words were brash, you could tell they were sincere, and you offered a wobbly smile, grateful for the water. "It's fine. I would do it all over again if it meant the princess made it out unscathed."

On cue, Yona started to sniffle again, taking your hands earnestly. "No! You can't put yourself into danger like that again! Let the other's fight, but you and Hak... I can't lose either of you."

You felt a pang in your heart, and bitterly smiled. "I cannot just stand aside while our allies fight, princess."

Clearing his throat, Yoon stood up, going to exit the tent. You could easily tell he didn't want to be present for the fight that was brewing between the two of you, and he quickly made a half-hearted excuse about how he had to go see to the cooking so the "exotic beasts" would stop complaining. Ao scurried after him, leaving you and Yona completely alone.

She started to cry again, and you felt your heart drop at causing her so much pain. Struggling to sit up, and ignoring the pain in your abdomen, you cupped her face. "Princess Yona," you started, causing her to cry more. "I'm fine, aren't I? Just let me protect you. Please."

She shook her head, her hand going up to hold your own. "But why? Why do you want to protect me so much?"

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled past your lips at her own obliviousness. "Why did I leave Soo-won to protect you in the first place?" You retorted, before sighing. Now was as good a time as any, right? "I want to protect you because I love you, you big dummy. I'm already at a disadvantage considering I'm a girl, and I don't care if it's taboo, but I love you and will lay down my life for you if I have to."

Your confession had stopped the flow of tears, and she blinked in shock at you. You could already feel disheartened. Who were you, after all, compared to Hak, or Jae-ha, or even Ki-ja?

Averting your eyes, you let your hand drop down to your lap. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, princess. I won't speak of it again if it bothers you."

"No."

The word came out so defiantly that you reeled for a moment, eyes going back to meet her purple ones. "Wh... 'No'?"

"No," Yona repeated, a newfound fire taking place of the sorrow she had previously been feeling. Your heart sunk. Oh dear Hiryuu, she was going to ridicule you for your feelings, wasn't she? After all, a woman loving another woman? If only society was that progressive. She pressed on, seeing your heartbroken face. "It's not... You didn't make me uncomfortable."

Wait, what?

She fumbled for her words for another moment, her face slowly growing into a shade of red that rivaled her infamous hair. "I... I mean, it's just. I don't want to lose you." Her words came out in a rush. "I just... Agh!" Growing frustrated, she grabbed both of your hands and tugged you forward, nearly causing you to topple as you winced from the movement. "Sorry, [Y/n]!" She hastily apologized. "It's just, I love you too, which is why when I see you behave so recklessly it hurts me! Especially when you say it's for me!"

For a moment, the world stopped moving. You looked at her with wide eyes, a light pink blooming over your face too. Were you hallucinating? Was it possible you were still passed out and this was a dream? Perhaps, maybe, you really had died and this was heaven.

"You... Love me?"

Yona nodded sharply, and you leaned forward hesitantly to place a short and sweet kiss on her lips, just to confirm that this was real. While the action took her by surprise, she had only just started to respond before you pulled away, a goofy smile on your face.

"Does this mean you're going to be my own personal nurse as I recover, princess?"

Yona immediately pulled away and smacked you on the head, blushing profusely. "Y-you're just as bad as Hak!"

You giggled, clearly lovestruck and happy with the change in events as you pulled her down again. "That's only one of the reasons why you love me though, right?"

The two of you started to kiss again, soft and gentle, before the tent flap opened.

"[Y/n], Yoon told me you had recovered and that the Princess was seeing to your - AH!"

Ki-ja, the unfortunate sap, jerked away violently and hit the ground as you and Yona pulled away slightly. Curiosity clearly had hold of the others, and soon Jae-ha and Hak were both peeking in, a smirk on the former's face.

"And what do we have here? I do believe, Thunder Beast, that you owe me money."

"Wait, you bet on us?!"

#yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #yona x reader #yona #akayona #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #purely self-indulgent bc im a gay bitch

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mrs-hollandstan · 6 years

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Undercover {3} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky

Warnings: smut (18+), oral (female receiving), spanking + hair pulling(both brief), also brief knife use, fingering, language, more gun use, brief mentions of domestic violence, more church talk, talk of borderline stalking, talk of previous sexual stuff

Word Count: 4,903

Author's Note: yay yay yay, I'm loving writing this even though it takes like a century😂. I did warn that there might be some smut and I can guarantee it'll get deeper. I hope you guys enjoy and lemme know what you think! Also, when it mentions Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, I was listening to “Blue Moon” and “Ain’t That A Kick In the Head.”

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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Bucky sighs out, adjusting his tie uncomfortably in the confessional. He was the type to convince people he'd burst into flames stepping into a church. At least six out of the seven deadly sins he committed on a daily basis and staring up at the marble statues of the holy man made him remember all the times he'd stare at a similar statue in the church he and his family used to attend. His mom would sit beside him and ramble prayers while he looked up at the statue of God with his eyes closed, hands pressed together, hair draped over his shoulders and wonder why his mother even believed in him when he'd done nothing for them.

"Obviously you have Mr. Barnes, why else would you come to me?" The older man rasped out with a chuckle. Leaning back against the jagged wooden wall behind him, both it and the bench beneath him creaked at his weight. Bucky played with the end of his suit jacket, wondering what his next words should be. He shook his head,

"I fucked up. I think I'm turnin into my dad."

"James-"

"No I know, language, I just... I'm seriously... I'm terrified." The father beside him shifted in his chair, waiting for Bucky to continue on his own demise,

"I... I... hurt her." He muttered under his breath, his gaze drifting down to the warped wood of the floor, his stomach tearing away at itself. Picking at his nails he sighed,

"She's a cop and I can tell she's got...somethin for me. I brought my arch nemesis to her apartment and she let me touch her, she let me... kiss her and then she teases me. And when she came back I just... grabbed her and I hurt her. She cried and I let her walk away and she's probably got bruises and she's probably terrified." Bucky hung his head,

"What do I do?" He spoke low. He knew what Father Slater's question would be. He knew damn well where his own question would lead but he was desperate. He'd never fallen so hard, so fast. He let himself stumble over you and now here he was not knowing what to do with himself. He was so focused on the little cat and mouse game you'd been playing that he didn't realize how bad it'd get when the cat captured the mouse and dove back into the carnivorous ways of life.

"Do you love her?" Father Slater quizzed. The silence bouncing between them answered the question. Father Slater smiled to himself, leaning forward to look through the small gate separating them,

"All you have to do is show her. Apologies are just words. If you hurt her unintentionally you'll have to show her. Make her see that everything you've put her through is your way of coping with what you went through as a child. You're not your father James. You're stronger and I can feel how much you love her. You don't have to say it. She's different. There's nothing wrong with liking that." Looking up, he found Father Slater's strangely calm blue eyes,

"How? How do I...?" He held his hands up, gesturing to the air around them. The father's smile didn't fade, his face going unmoved when he responded,

"Give her time. Give her enough time that she can heal. But don't give her enough time to move on. You'll know when the time is right." Bucky stared back at him, his brain processing everything Father Slater had just said. Without meaning to, he nodded, his heart far ahead of him. He desperately wanted to chase you down. Drop to his knees and confess his apologies. Pour his heart out and maybe play a sympathy card. But if he needed to give you even a glint of time, he would.

Davis watched you tear yourself apart. You didn't have to say anything when you walked in Monday morning. Stark in a cell and the yellowing bruises around your wrists told him all he needed to know. He could see when he caught your eye how bad it was. He had been right. You were in love with Bucky and now that he'd hurt you, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You wanted Bucky to hold you but you didn't want him to touch you. You wanted to come home to him but you wanted him to stay far away. The decision was hard and you were constantly at war with yourself, unsure of where you stood now that everything had unfolded the way it did. The worst part was how bad you missed him. Curling yourself around a pillow on a nightly basis, you cried yourself to sleep, chest heaving and struggling to breathe. Davis didn't dare ask but he was more than curious as to how something that seemed so strong could widle away to nothing in less than twenty four hours. When you came into work every morning you monitored calls and skimmed through case files, your eyes dark and haunting, cold even, bags under them telling Davis you hadn't slept much in the two weeks no words had transpired between the two of you. He loved the sound of your voice. He loved the jokes and the smile and the laugh omitted from your cotton candy colored lips, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He realized then how hard Barnes had done you in. He didn't need to know the gory details and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know, but he wanted to help you get through it. He wanted you happy again.

Bucky was contemptuous of the relationship you and Davis had. He watched you from the alley across from the precinct. When Davis stirred up conversation finally, the two of you were close in proximity, Bucky's blood boiling whenever Davis reached forward to trace your arm, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The look in your eye didn't tell Bucky anything but the smile was deviously flirtatious. You were never one to favor being alone and now here you were, trying to get back into the swing of living without Bucky. But Bucky wasn't going to give up on the both of you. He felt territorial over you and he wasn't going to let the feelings die down. He wanted so badly to walk you home when you left the precinct. Most times it was dark and he didn't want you getting scared or captured. Not that you would with a gun tucked in the waistband of your pants. But if he wanted it to go well, he needed to listen to Father Slater and give you time. But only a few more days. So he did.

Another week was checked off on the calendar and Davis found that you grew more anxious, neither of you knowing why. You weren't expecting anything. You weren't waiting for a date or another night to progress into going down to the dark side of town where Bucky's club was the heart of nightlife. Maybe it was just the thought of him in general. Either way your nerves were through the roof and it couldn't be explained. Almost two weeks after the bruises had appeared you found yourself returned mostly to normal. You were a cop on duty and that was that. Pulling gang members in cuffs in and throwing the local drinks in the tanks to listen to them whoop and holler and sing old hymns all night. If you'd throw them a metal cup they might rap it against the bars of their cells and share stories of prostitutes and losing all their money. But something was off and the only thing you could think about was how high wired you were. Carefully walking through the lobby of your apartment building, you were aware of all the neighbors you'd seen waltzing the hallways but only shared an elonged glance and a curt smile when spotted. As a cop it was your duty to survey the surroundings and know everyone without knowing them. Some of the older folks had figured you out and when you'd give your usual kind smile, they'd crinkle their noses and a rumble would rise in their chest at the bulge of a glock 22 at your back. They figured that at any moment you could pull it and turn bad, ending their lives behind some yellow caution tape and some fingerprinting from the local crime lab. But you walked away, taking your hair down in the elevator most of the time.

Climbing into the elevator you snort, remembering the comment Davis had made about you looking like Lara Croft with your hair tied up and your outfit. You could see it now. You hair was pulled back into its usual braid, but like always there were a few hairs that framed your face. Your typical outfit was a white tank and some black cargo pants paired with the usual black magnum response boots. And you carried a duffel bag with your cuffs, pepper spray, taser, and standard coat with the precinct's badge on it. Plus whatever personal belongings you decided to bring along from your locker.

Stepping off of the creaky elevator, the smell of cooking food wafted from one of the apartments making your stomach groan in anticipation. You cocked your head when you stepped closer to your own warped door, Frank Sinatra softly playing just the other side of it. Pulling you gun out, the door clicked open with no resistance, the smell from the hallway striking you in the face, the music louder with no barrier between it and your ears. Following the commotion to the kitchen, Bucky looked up, staring down the barrel of your gun for just a moment before looking into your eyes and then back at the stove,

"That's one hell of a, honey I'm home, doll." Keeping the weapon pointed at his head, you drop your bag,

"What the hell are you doing here Barnes?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he lifted the pan in his hands,

"Makin dinner." You clench your jaw, taking a weary step forward,

"But why? Didn't I tell you to fuck off last time we spoke?" He scoffed,

"Hardly. I just grabbed ya a little too hard. Like you could keep me away." He speaks low, the speaker in the corner now chiming out Dean Martin. Bucky hums to it, rolling his fallen sleeves back up. Rather than the casual all black suit, he's wearing a similar outfit of a floral shirt and a similar tie, his slacks as black as the coat draped across the chair behind him. The same, polished oxford shoes clinging to his feet. You had yet to see Bucky's arms, veins protuberant beneath his tan, calloused skin. His shoulders stretched the silk tight across them with each movement. Especially when he turns to look you over, his eyebrow cocked,

"Lost in that pretty little head again doll?" Sighing, you set the Glock on the table before you, slumping into the hard chair,

"How do you keep getting in my house?" Turning away from the stove, he cocks his head like a puppy struggling to understand,

"Its not that hard to pick a lock babe."

"Quit calling me all of your pet names Barnes. You're lucky I don't want my neighbors thinkin I'm a killer. I'd lay you out right here, rid this world of your sketchy ass. " Raising his hands in surrender, he turns the flame off, pouring the delicious smelling chicken into a large bowl. Bowing down to open the now freakishly small oven before him, he crumples himself to drag a tray of vegetables from it, scraping them off into the same bowl,

"What are you making?" He glances your direction for just a moment before tending to another pot, steam billowing from it as he lifts the lid from it, the flame snuffing out as Bucky determines the mystery food cooked enough,

"Chicken stir fry. Green beans, sweet peas, asparagus, cashews, mushrooms, red peppers, and onion glazed in a garlic ginger soy sauce with honey, chicken, boiled in the same sauce, and noodles... just to add some more starch to it." The idea of the dish has your mouth watering despite never having had it, and Bucky can tell you're intrigued. Straining the noodles of the water, you watch Bucky carefully add them to the bowl, pulling out two wooden spoons to stir it all together.

"I- I don't have that stuff... where'd you-"

"I brought it. I figured you're probably sick of microwave food and takeout so I flipped through my ma's old recipe book. When I was a little kid this one was my favorite. She stopped making it around the time my dad left. I think it was his favorite too and the idea of making something so familiar to him left a bad taste in her mouth. So I figured I'd try it out for myself." With a shrug, he scoops some of the mixture up, guiding it over to your mouth. You stomach flips the second it hits your tongue, the taste like nothing you've ever experienced before. He's completely right, you've grown so used to, and sick of TV dinners that an actual homecooked meal is the best thing ever. The corners of Bucky's lips twitch when you moan in satisfaction,

"Good?" You nod, watching as he opens creaky cabinets, a range of emotions crossing his face until he finds what he's looking for, pulling two bowls from a musty smelling compartment. Rinsing the dust out of them, he scoops some of his concoction into one, sliding it across the table to you, dishing some up for himself. Stooping to pluck two beers from your fridge, he sits across from you, the old banquet chair beneath him creaking from the weight of his muscular figure. He nearly breaks the dark bottles as he twists the caps off of the beers with his bionic hand, sliding one across the table with no words said. Sipping his own, his eyes flick to your face when you take your first full bite, your own eyes trained on the bowl before you. After a few warm spoonfuls, you look up, watching Bucky pick at his food.

"Why did you come here?" Your soft, silken voice makes his heart skip a beat. He looks up, your eyes dark under the low light in the dingy kitchen. He licks his lips, leaning back in his chair with a sullen sigh,

"I've never been one to be... moved by a woman before. Girls come in and out of that club and no one's struck my eye. But you. When you walked in all those weeks ago, I didn't know that I'd be so... affected by you. You're all I can think about most times. I mean hell... I went to church over you."

"You went to church?"

"Well," he smiles when you cock your head curiously, "I uhh... no. The priest at the church my ma used to take us to gives me advice in one of those confessionals. I swear he thinks I'm like a celebrity. All the drama he hears me talk about." There's a wheeze in his chuckle as he twirls his fork in the center of his bowl. He crosses one arm over the other, the soft looking fabric of his shirt stretching taunt across his biceps. Finally he raises his fork, a noodle gyred around the worn metal, a small piece of chicken speared at the end which he brings to his perfect mouth. You watch his jaw constrict each time he chews,

"So... what did you tell this priest about me?" Bucky found your eyes transfixed on the bowl before you, a sure sign you were nervous. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he would've said or what he wouldn't have said. He swallowed his own nerves,

"I uhh... I just told him everything that had happened. He told me that I needed to give you time. Enough time that you can... heal but not enough that you'll..." He trails off, your eyes finding his face, his eyes averted this time,

"I'll what?" He doesn't respond, twirling his fork again. You set your own aside, clasping your hands together, "Bucky... what was said?" When he looks up, you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. He's at war with himself like he always is when it comes to you and he can't stand it. Everything that he's said about you is true. He's a different man when you're there. He feels like he's working towards something, for something even.

"He... he said that I need to give you time to heal but not enough time to fall out of love with me." He speaks up quietly like a child prepared to get scolded. You stare back at him, his eyes averting back down to his nearly untouched food.

"He said that?" Bucky nods with a sigh, piercing another piece of chicken and lazily bringing it to his lips.

"What makes him think I'm in love with you?" He rolls his eyes like it's another obvious thing,

"Because his father was the original priest and when my ma would take us kids in there he could tell no one loves me. My dad used to beat the shit out of all of us and he could tell that I was so angry, I'd never focus on something like this. I don't wanna bring kids into this fucked up world. And we all thought that I'd never even find someone willing enough to BE in love with this but here you are. If I keep comin up here, and you don't kick me out and you feed into me, then you've got somethin for me too."

"Wait... are you sayin that you're... in love with me?" He looks up through slanted eyes, clearly annoyed even though he'd just practically admitted it. Slowly his head bobs in a nod,

"I think so." You scoff,

"So you're both fucking insane." When Bucky looks back up, he looks confused and hurt,

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Bucky Barnes doesn't love anyone but himself. That's the point." He scoffs,

"Fuck you. I pulled my ma's recipe book out of the back of my fucking kitchen cupboard for you. What does that mean to you?" You shrug,

"Seems like you're tryin to get fuckin arrested to me." His laugh is labored, yours truly humored,

"I'm being serious."

"So am I! Bucky... you just said that you'd never love anyone-"

"But I went to fucking church over you! I'm not even sure I fucking believe in God and I went to church to talk about my feelings for you. That's harsh." His eyes coruscate, darting between your own, watching you purse your lips,

"So you think that breaking into my house and shaking me up and going to church means you're in love with me?"

"I break into your house for all the right reasons. And as far as shaking you up... I should never put hands on you. I get angry and ahead of myself and I'm sorry. And as far as going to church goes... I go to get advice and I went to get advice on you. Ever since that first night you walked in my club, it wasn't about the money or the guns, or even Stark... it was about you. And this cat and mouse game is pretty sexy. I like gettin the run around, but I do want you." Picking at the leftover noodles and vegetables in the bowl in front of you, you sigh,

“I’m still not convinced.” His jaw clenches when he finds your eyes. You can see all the raw emotion he has yet to control course through them,

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shake your head, an eyebrow quirking in jest. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his nostrils flaring,

“Nope, I don’t believe you. I think you need to do something to… prove it to me.” Cocking his head, he finally realized where you're going,

“Oh yeah?” You nod, the corners of Bucky’s lips twinge, his now lust blown pupils following you as you stand and round the table, throwing your left leg over his broad thighs. Scooting his bowl out of your way, you sit on the table in front of him, his lips turned up in a demonic smile. You bat your lashes, resting back on your hands,

“You said you wanted me didn’t you Barnes?” He slowly nods, an aroused grunt leaving his throat when you bite your lip. Reaching up, you loosen your hair, shaking out the creases from the hair tie. Licking your lips and leaning forward, you slide into his lap, tingles breaking out across your skin,

“Show me.” You purr, Bucky’s breath catching in his throat. Shifting his head, he looks down at your lips before the algid metal of his hand is rested on your neck just over your hair, holding you in place as he leans in, his lips dancing against yours. You reach up, your heart pounding as you caress his stubbled jaw. Without breaking the steamy, passionate kiss, he sets you back on the table, pulling away for a brief moment to tug your tank top over your head. Just then, you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into, vulnerability raking over your body. But Bucky doesn't seem to mind. Molding your soft hips in his hands, he growls, leaning in to kiss the skin of your exposed breasts. Reaching behind you, a new burst of goosebumps breaks out across your body as Bucky unclasps your bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

“Ah fuck.” Bucky gasps out, his eyes wandering the supple skin of your exposed torso. Glued to an aged scar across your ribs, he finds your eyes again,

“What’s this from sugar?” With his lips tickling your skin, you suck in a deep breath,

“Knife. Tac Force 809. Asshole pulled it on me my first week on the job.” He chuckled,

“Wanna meet my 119 Buck?” You groan when he reaches in his inside coat pocket, drawing the six and a half inch bladed knife from it, he chuckled darkly, dragging it around one of your hardened nipples. Throwing your head back, you moan, spurring Bucky on. He reaches out, popping the three buttons on your pants open and drawing back to drag the material down your legs, disregarding your underwear trapped in them,

"Fuck you're gorgeous dollface." He's never seen anything more beautiful. You're laying, sprawled out before him, your legs spread around his wide body, your pussy glistening for him. If he's completely honest, he's convinced you're an angel. Picking the knife up again, he listens to you squawk as he drags the cold metal against your thighs,

"So beautiful baby. You want me to prove I'm in love with ya?" You nod vigorously, his eyes twinkling in mischief. He quirks an eyebrow,

"Naughty, naughty girl. Didn't you wanna arrest me? Look who you're sprawled out for now. You're being a very bad girl... what would your superior think."

"Bucky please! I need you." He chuckled, reaching up to rub your shoulders before laying you back across the table, standing between your spread thighs. He molded your breasts in his hands, taking his time to explore your bare chest, heaving under his touch,

"Barnes, this isn't convincing me." He shrugged,

"I wanna get accustomed to this perfect body babydoll. For next time."

"Assuming there is one." You gasp out, the contrast of Bucky's right hand, rough, calloused flesh and his left, smooth, cold metal breaking your body out in a new fit of tingles as he runs them down the expanse of your bare skin. He nips at the flesh of your bellybutton before sitting in his chair again and licking his lips. You anticipate his next move, biting your lip as he runs his hands down your legs, grasping them tightly and tossing them over his shoulders, dragging you closer. You practically scream when he dives in, grasping the table beneath you in your hands as he slides his warm tongue across your clit and back down to your entrance. Bucking your hips up into his face, you whimpered, a growl bubbling up from his throat, his hand coming up to rest in your abdomen,

"Hold still baby." Glancing down at him, he quirked an eyebrow, leaving your thigh draped over his shoulder and slipping his right hand between your legs, rubbing his thumb across your clit. The way you reacted to him, he could tell it'd been a while since you were touched. You were so focused on your work, dedicated to bringing the bad guys in that you hadn't been with anyone in a long while. Slipping two fingers inside you, you squealed, arching your back off the table. Bucky's heart fluttered, his fingers curling to find that spot inside you while he leaned in to suck your clit into his mouth,

"Oh fuck Barnes." He growled when you reached down to tug his hair, your fingers gliding through the long strands effortlessly. You moaned and purred beneath him, your head thrown over the other side of the table, your thighs trapping Bucky's head in between them. Darting his fingers in and out of you quickly, you panted as the pressure in your lower stomach grew and grew, your orgasm fast approaching now that the beast had laid dormant for so long. Growling, he shook his head, his teeth grazing your clit causing a squeal to leave your mouth, your hand flying back to grasp the table but swatting your beer bottle in the process, the dark brown bottle shattering against the floor. Neither of you paid mind, the waves of your orgasm growing to crash against the shore. Bucky focused on getting you there, his eyes locked on your blissed out face when you brought yourself to your elbows. Taking one in his hand, he drug you into his lap, the rough polyester of his pants giving you the extra rush, propelling your orgasm forward as you grasped both of Bucky's arms in your hands,

"Bucky!" You whined, his thumb roughly brushing over your clit as two fingers hastened inside you.

"You gonna cum for me babydoll?" You nodded, digging your nails into his arm,

"Yes, fuck!" He chuckled, leaning in to suck a dark mark into your neck,

"Cum for me." You panted, rocking against his hand. He growled, rearing back to swat at your bottom,

"Cum for me now." Tipping your head back you moaned, your eyes squeezed tight as he gripped your ass in his palm, molding it into the metal for just a moment before slipping up your back to grasp your hair. Giving a gentle tug, he latched to your breast, nibbling at your bud,

"Now!" He growled again, your body responding immediately as the coil in your belly snapped and your orgasm spilled over like a tsunami. You buried your face in the silk shirt smelling of the same sweet, tangy cigars you would imagine hefty businessmen smoking when they went to spend thick stacks of cash at a strip club. You practically screamed into him, a satisfied hum leaving your throat,

"Good girl." His metal hand rested at your back, smoothing over the skin as he cuddled you into him, your orgasm ebbing away. He laid his head against yours, reaching up to stroke your hair. He felt odd. All of the other women that he'd help get off wouldn't do anything for him. He'd either tell them to leave or go do paperwork right after. A quick fix was all he needed most times but now here he was, your bare body in his lap, having not gotten off, and a rock hard cock straining in his pants and he could care less. Your face, completely blissed out comforted him and he wanted nothing more than to walk you up to your bedroom and fall asleep with you in his arms. No matter how dangerous it was. He needed you like air in his lungs and he didn't care how formidable he was of losing you to an enemy. He was more afraid of you leaving on your own demise. But sitting in his lap, you knew you couldn't go anywhere. Not with how your heart pounded out against his own broad chest. How protected you felt in his presence.

Taking your face in his hands, he glared deeply into your eyes, his pupils blown black as night in the leftover lust coursing through his veins. Reaching up to hold his wrists, he brought you down to kiss his lips softly, your hands slipping to the back of his neck to taste more of him. He held you close, hands pressed tight against your shoulder blades. When he drew back, you leaned in to kiss his jaw, sucking his fingers into your mouth. His eyes darted from your lips to your own dark eyes, his tongue coming out to wet his own before he spoke up,

"Believe me now?"

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emma-nation · 6 years

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For You - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 2)

Summary: Takes place after Book 1. Before Gaius’ return the gang must face a dangerous new enemy, a powerful vampire hunter who is thirsty for their blood.

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

Author’s Notes:

- English is my second language, please forgive me for any mistakes. - Hope you enjoy it, your reviews and likes are always appreciated.

- Please don’t hate me yet :P

- Updated 04/11/2020: Fixed some spelling mistakes

Flashback - 3 weeks earlier:

Amy turned on the television but nothing was enough to keep her distracted, to prevent her from thinking about Kamilah. All she wanted was to forget about her, erase her completely from her mind. It was impossible, she knew. Kamilah Sayeed was unforgettable. Somebody knocked at the door. She wasn't expecting any guests and Lily was spending the night at the Shadow Den. When she opened it, Kamilah was standing there. She wasn't wearing a business outfit as usual, she was wearing jeans and a tank top. "Damn it," Amy thought as soon as she laid her eyes on her. Even the most casual outfit made her look sexy as hell. "Amy..." Kamilah started to speak. "What are you doing here, Kamilah?" Amy interrupted. "I think I made very clear last night that we're over." "Please, can you at least hear what I have to say?" Amy looked deeply in her brown eyes. She had never seen that look before. Kamilah looked vulnerable, insecure, regretful. In the moment there were no walls, Kamilah's human side was completely exposed. She was just like any other woman begging for a chance to apologize. "Okay," Amy invited her in. She bit her lip nervously when Kamilah sat next to her on the couch, like if she already knew she wouldn't be able to resist her. "Oh, these are for you," Kamilah handed her a bouquet of white tulips. "Thank you," Amy replied. "They're wonderful." "There's a card too." Amy noticed she looked down at the floor, blushing a little bit. "I tried to write many things but none of them expressed accurately my feelings for you," she spoke. "I heard this song on the radio a few days ago, it made me think about us." Amy opened the card and read:

"Then I see you standing there Wanting more from me But all I can do is try I'm all I'll ever be But all I can do is try"

"I'm sorry I left you waiting last night," Kamilah apologized. "Truth is, I'm still getting used to this." "Kamilah, I..." Amy didn't know what to say. "There's one more thing," she pulled a little black box from her pocket. "W-what..." Amy opened it and inside there was a keychain, with a single key. "What is that, Kamilah?" "Come live with me. It's the only way we can spend more time together and... I'll try to work less, I promise." "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Amy asked. "Yes," Kamilah said, "I don't wanna lose you."

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Present Days:

Amy

In front of the mirror, Amy admired herself and her stunningly beautiful dress. The dress Kamilah surprised her with, a couple of days earlier. Initially, she didn't want to attend Priya's fashion show, but after Amy insisted a lot she eventually agreed. It was not a good idea to leave her girlfriend alone with Priya, after all.

"Amy," Kamilah opened the bedroom's door. "Why are you taking so long?"

"I'm sorry, I..."

When she turned around, Kamilah's eyes widened in surprise.

"Amy..." she opened a broad smile. "Oh my God, you..."

"What?" Amy looked at herself in the mirror again. "Is there anything wrong? Is it my hair?"

"No," Kamilah wrapped her arms around Amy's waist from behind. "You're absolutely perfect."

"Well, then we are. Look at you! I mean, you look gorgeous in everything you wear but this dress, this make-up... wow!"

"We'll be the sexiest couple in that event."

"I'm sure of this," Amy grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of them.

"There will be a lot of journalists and photographers there, are you ready for this? It's the first time I go to an event accompanied. Your face will be all over the news tomorrow."

"Are you asking me if I'm ready for the world to know I'm Kamilah Sayeed's girlfriend? You can bet I am!"

Amy smiled and pressed her lips on Kamilah's. When she pulled away, Kamilah's expression had changed.

"Before we go, there's something I need to do," she showed Amy an amulet with her Clan's brand. "Would you let me brand you? It's temporary, to protect you from The Baron's thugs."

"Of course," Amy presented her forearm.

Kamilah warmed the amulet with a lighter and pressed against Amy's wrist. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt so much as when Adrian branded her.

"Are you okay?" Kamilah healed the burn with her blood.

"Yes..." Amy answered, tracing the insignia with her finger, "I wish that was permanent though."

"We can discuss this in another occasion. In the future."

Amy nodded.

Kamilah sat on the bed, still with a serious and worried expression.

"Amy... there's something else I need to tell you,” she sighed. “Remember the Council meeting last week?"

"Of course. Is it about the Vampire Hunter?"

"Not really... this whole Vampire Hunter story was a fraud. In exchange for her life, Priya gave him some confidential information. Information about Gaius."

"What does it mean?"

"He has returned, Amy. Gaius has returned."

"W-wait so he's here... in New York?"

"He was trapped in a Sarcophagus inside the Museum's library. When Adrian checked, after the meeting, he wasn't there anymore. But he's still in a desiccated state, it'll take a while before he regains his true form. "

"Kamilah, I'm so sorry. I... How are you feeling about this?"

"I'm okay. It's about you I'm worried about. I'll be the first person he'll come after, seeking for revenge."

"Why?"

"It's time for you to know a part of my story."

Kamilah told her everything that happened in the 1920's. The Reaper virus, the rebellion against Gaius and how she was the one that took him down. When she finished, Amy squeezed her hand gently.

"You defeated him once, you can do it again. Besides, you have me by your side now. We'll fight together."

"He's not like the Ferals or Vega... He..."

"We'll fight together."

Amy held her face and pulled her for a long and passionate kiss.

"You almost make me believe everything is going to be okay."

"It's a progress," Amy chuckled. "There's something I need to tell you too. I've been planning to say it for a while now, but I couldn't find the right moment."

"What is this?"

"Kamilah... I love you."

Amy detected a trace of tension in her eyes. Kamilah looked astonished, she opened her mouth, trying to find an appropriate answer.

"I-I... Amy..."

"That's okay, don't feel forced to say anything right now. There will be one moment that you'll just realize it, like it happened to me."

"And what was that moment?"

"The day we fought, when you showed up at my door. In that moment I saw you. Not the vampire or the CEO, only you. Without walls or defenses, I saw who you truly are and how much we have in common. When you looked me in the eyes that day, I knew how much I loved you."

"And you made me think you wasn't going to forgive me!"

"I needed to punish you somehow!” Amy smiled playfully. “You left me waiting for 4 hours in a restaurant."

Kamilah rolled her eyes and Amy kissed her cheek.

"We should go now," Kamilah checked her watch, "unless you want to stay home instead of..."

"Come on, it'll be fun! Adrian and Lily will be there too and..." Amy whispered in her ear. "We don't really need to pay attention to the show."

"Sounds better now."

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He looked at the mirror, running his hand through his new 21st Century haircut. How did they call it again? Faux Hawk, that’s right.

Then he checked his new fake ID. Liam. Would he ever get used to that name?

But everything was going according to his plans. He examined a piece of paper he took out of his pocket;

"Priya... The Baron and... Jax," he read. He knew the name of three of the six Council members. Three possible targets. Where he should aim first?

Jax would be his last target. Not only because he couldn't blow his cover yet, but because he felt some sympathy for his clan members. Most of them were like him, turned without their consent and forced to live forever as something they hated to be, as demons. He liked to think of them as potential allies.

Priya was the best option at the moment. Through some other vampires at the Shadow Den, he found out she'd be throwing a fashion show to show off her new line. He also had personal business to deal with her.

"Hey Liam," his new vampire friend interrupted him on his way out of the Shadow Den. "Where are you going?"

Still not used to his new identity, he took a while to respond.

"I have a date tonight," he said, with a fake smile on his face.

"You didn't mention having a girlfriend."

"Yeah, we're only... getting to know each other."

"Good luck, man!"

He waved goodbye and followed to an old warehouse he bought from Clan Matsuo. They had become useless now they didn't have to hide anymore. He made his offer, with the excuse he needed a new building for his company, Thanos Technologies.

"What do you develop?" The other vampires asked.

"Computer stuff," he lied.

In the secret basement, a team of seven vampire hunters from every part of the world, waited for him. They were working hard, crafting different types of weapons.

"Sir," a young red-headed woman greeted him. "Everything's ready for tonight. We're just waiting for your orders."

That was Zoe, his most loyal partner. She lost her family to vampires when she was only a child. She had grown under his protection and became one of the most skilled vampire hunters in the world. She was the only one to know his real name, his story.

"Good, Zoey," he spoke. "Sit down, I'm going to explain my plan."

Liam stood in front of a large screen, displaying a map of The Crimson Veil.

"Ladies and gentleman, my friend Priya Lacroix will be throwing a fashion show tonight. As we know, she'll have some guests."

"Bloodsuckers," one of the hunters added.

"Exactly. We're in an unknown territory, we have no idea how powerful the famous Council of New York can be, so we're going in three members only. Me, Zoe and Henrik."

Henrik was his second strongest partner. He was also responsible for designing new and powerful weapons.

"Henrik, what do we have for tonight?" Liam asked.

"Vervain grenades, sir. As soon as the gas is leaked, we announce the attack. The humans will run, but the bloodsuckers will get stunned. And then..."

He opened a box full of stakes. Liam's eyes glowed.

"Meanwhile, I'll be in the backstage taking care of Priya," he grinned.

As they prepared to leave, he gave them the last instructions.

"Pay attention to their brands. If Gaius' brand is spotted, do NOT kill the target. Capture and bring it to me."

"Yes, sir," the two human hunters agreed.

"And remember, no mercy. They showed no mercy on our loved ones. Vampires are demons that deserve nothing else but death."

"For our loved ones," Zoe shouted.

"For our loved ones," Henrik shouted back.

"For our loved ones," Liam thought, holding a necklace tight in his hand.

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Kamilah

"Ready?" Kamilah muttered to Amy as they walked inside The Crimson Veil.

Only a few steps away, journalists and photographers were grouped, waiting for the guests. Adrian was being interviewed, answering questions about the new technologies Raines Corporation was creating, in an attempt to minimize the damages caused by pollution and climate changes. As soon as Kamilah passed by, with Amy by her side, they quickly focused on her.

"Ms. Sayeed, to what do you owe the crescent success of your company, Ahmanet Financial?"

"Ms. Sayeed, you've recently closed a partnership with wildlife protection organizations. Could you tell us more about it?"

"Ms. Sayeed, is Priya Lacroix a close friend of yours? What's your opinion on her new line?"

Lost with so many questions at the same time, she did the best to reply them with short but efficient answers. She hated interviews and speculations about her personal life and career. She knew it was a matter of time until they asked about Amy.

"It's the first time you're publicly seen in the company of someone, Ms. Sayeed. Anything you'd like to tell us?"

"Is she a friend, a date or something more?"

Kamilah didn't know what to answer. She looked at Amy, that noticing her tension, responded for her.

"Who knows?" She winked to the journalists, as she held Kamilah's hand and dragged her away from them.

"Thank you," Kamilah whispered in her ear.

Inside The Crimson Veil, Lily and Adrian were already waiting for them.

"Amy, tomorrow you're going to be the hottest gossip in your hometown," Lily joked.

"I know," Amy laughed.

"Not only in your hometown," Adrian added. "Everybody wants to know how you managed to make Kamilah fall in love."

Kamilah frowned at him, who patted her slightly on the shoulder.

"Kamilah, would you follow me to the bar?" He invited.

She glanced at Amy.

"Go, I'll stay here with Lily saving our seats."

"Are you sure..."

"Kamilah, no one is going to attack me here. I'm safe."

Kamilah followed Adrian to the bar. By the look in his eyes, she already knew what he wanted to discuss with her.

"Any news?" She anticipated.

"Not yet," Adrian told. "The hunter made sure to leave Jameson unconscious when he broke into the library."

"What about Priya? Could you discover anything from the bite mark?"

"Our hunter has some magic knowledge. As soon as his fangs came in contact with her blood, a spell blocked its special abilities. It took a few days to get out of her system and heal the wound, but she's fine now."

Kamilah was thoughtful for a moment, recapitulating the eras she lived through. Never in her long life she ever heard anything about a vampire hunter, who was a vampire himself.

"That's so weird. If he's such a talented servant why Gaius never introduced him to us?"

"I've been asking myself the same question."

Adrian ordered drinks for both of them.

"So, how are things going with Amy?"

Kamilah's mouth curled up a bit in a smile.

"She said it tonight."

"That she loves you?"

Kamilah nodded.

"And what did you say?"

"Nothing yet. It just... won't come out."

"It will, in the right moment."

"That's what she said," Kamilah smiled.

"I've never seen you so happy before," Adrian said. "I'm glad for you both."

They clicked their glasses, enjoying their drinks in silence while observing the guests. Kamilah couldn't help thinking about Gaius being free. He could be there right now and they wouldn't know. The thought of him possibly hurting Amy started to give her shivers.

"Kamilah!" Lily approached, interrupting her thoughts.

"Anything wrong, Lily?"

"It's Amy, she's not okay."

In less than a second, Kamilah rushed back to Amy's side. She looked pale and her skin was cold. Her pupils were dilated and paralyzed.

"I called her but she's unresponsive," Lily shouted.

"Amy!" Adrian shook her, in a attempt to bring her back to the reality.

"I-I can't breathe," Amy finally muttered.

"Let's go outside," Kamilah helped her to get up and walk. "Maybe you need some fresh air."

After finding a bench to seat, Amy rested her head on Kamilah's shoulder breathing in and out until she finally calmed down. Suddenly, tears started to run across her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Kamilah asked, wiping the tears with her thumb. "You scared me inside there."

"The first time I was here with Adrian I had a vision. Then it happened other times, at different places, random moments... but I couldn't remember them. They'd quickly fade away, like a dream. And now... I was there, Kamilah. I saw when he killed you!"

"Who?"

"Gaius. You were in a tent, dressed as an Egyptian Noble and your spymaster... Amethu! That was his name, right?"

Kamilah confirmed.

"He had captured Gaius but... oh my god... it was horrible," Amy started crying again.

"It happened a long time ago," Kamilah wrapped her arms around her. "Did you see anything else?"

"No, but I've had other visions before. They're somewhere in my mind I just can't remember right now."

They were in silence for a few minutes until Kamilah revealed:

"Amy, I did a lot of wrong in the past. I just want you to know that I'm no longer that person, I...

"Don't worry about it," Amy gave her a reassuring smile. "When I say that I love you, I really mean it. I love you for who you are, Kamilah. With all your flaws, your past, your fangs... If anything was different, then you wouldn't be you."

Kamilah felt her heart beating faster. She wanted to say it. She wanted to let Amy know she felt the same way about her. She was about to start speaking when terrified screams cut through the silent night. A group of people passed by them, desperately running away from something.

"What is that?" Amy questioned.

"I don't know, they're coming from Priya's studio."

They walked back to The Crimson Veil, in the middle of the crowd outside they spotted Adrian. He looked dazzled and confused.

"Adrian!" Kamilah shouted. "What's going on?"

Adrian cough, unable to speak.

"The hunters... they invaded... the studio."

"Did they do anything to you?"

"No... they leaked vervain gas... I'm getting better now, thanks."

"Should we..."

"No. It's too dangerous."

"Where's Lily?" Amy panicked. "I-I can't find her anywhere..."

"She was sitting right next to me," Adrian told. "But after the gas... I couldn't see anything."

"I'm going in there."

"Amy, no," Kamilah stopped her.

"I won't let them hurt Lily, Kamilah. I'm human, they won't do anything against me."

Kamilah watched as Amy disappeared inside the building. It was useless to try to change her mind. When it was about Lily she wouldn't think twice before putting herself in risk.

"How many hunters are in there?"

"I don't know exactly," Adrian answered. "Two or three, I guess."

When he looked, Kamilah was already entering the building.

The gas was still in the air. As it filled her lungs, it started to burn. She started feeling lightheaded. Looking at the floor, she saw ashes spread everywhere, indicating the hunters had accomplished part of their mission. Her emotions grew into a mix of anger and sadness.

Leaning against the walls, she searched for signs of Amy and Lily. She finally reached a door, a sign indicated it lead to the backstage. It was locked.

Before deciding if she should break it open, she heard from the opposite side of the studio:

"Stop! Let me go! I'm not a vampire!"

"Amy!" She thought.

Although the effects of the gas were still slowing her down, she tried to streak as fast as she could to Amy's location. She was near the bar, a male hunter held her by the neck, pinning her against the wall.

"What about this brand, huh? How do you explain?" He angered, pointing at her wrist.

"It's temporary!" Amy moaned. "Let me go."

With a stake in hands, he pointed it directly to her heart.

"Die, demon..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence, a dagger arced though his body. His hand slowly released Amy’s neck, as he fell dead on the floor.

"Amy," Kamilah hugged her tight. "Are you alright?"

Amy nodded.

"I told you it was dangerous."

Kamilah started coughing.

"But Lily... Kamilah, the gas! You need to get out of here."

Amy's phone started to ring inside her purse. It was a text from Adrian, telling her Lily was safe outside.

"It's Adrian, Lily is..." she smiled, when she turned her eyes back to Kamilah, her look changed. "Kamilah! Behind you!"

At this point, Kamilah had inhaled too much gas. Her movements were slow and unsteady. As soon as she turned around, an acute pain burst through her chest. An intense ache started spread through all her body. All she had time to see was a female hunter, smirking.

She started falling on her knees, when she felt Amy's arms around her, catching her fall.

"K-Kamilah..." Amy spoke, realizing how seriously injured her girlfriend was. "Oh my god... I-I..."

Her eyes were widened and scared, tears started to fill them.

"Don't cry, Amy..." Kamilah's hand slowly reached for hers.

"I'm going to get some help. Y-you're going to be okay..."

"No one... lives forever..."

The pain started to fade away. All she was feeling now was numbness and an intense cold.

"Don't say that, Kamilah!" Amy yelled. "Y-you've been through a lot. You didn't live 2063 years to die like this! Not now... when you found me."

Amy held her face, trying to keep her from falling unconscious.

"Remember? You said you were searching for me..."

Kamilah looked into her eyes. She wanted to assure Amy everything was going to be okay. But never in history, a vampire had survived a stake in the heart. Her vision started to get blurry. She was dying.

"Amy... I..." she attempted to say those three words again.

She couldn't. Before she could finish the sentence, her eyes closed and everything became darkness.

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Liam

"Hello, Priya," Liam said, sitting on a comfortable, luxurious armchair.

Priya gasped and slowly turned around to face him.

"H-How did you get in here? W-Where are my bodyguards???"

"Sorry, I was starving."

"All of them?! Really?!"

He stood up, getting face to face with Priya.

"I assume you know why I'm here."

"No idea," Priya pointed a pearl-handled revolver at him.

"Are you going to shoot me?" Liam laughed. "I’d like to see you try."

She fired the revolver once. Twice. He was fast. Faster than any bullet. Faster than most of the vampires she knew. He vanished and in a blink of an eye he reappeared behind her.

"Why did you lie to me, Priya?" He whispered in her ear.

"I-I didn't."

"Gaius wasn't there. That fucking sarcophagus was empty!"

"B-But he was! Then... there's a traitor amongst us. Maybe Adam did it before..."

"That's enough!" Liam placed a dagger against her neck. "You're not getting away this time!"

"Wait," Priya begged. "I'm your only lead, dude. If you kill me you'll never find out where Gaius is."

"And how do you plan to find out, huh?"

"I'll investigate the other members of the Council. They must know better than I do. And when I have information..."

"You'll tell me?" He pressed the blade harder against her skin. "Why should I believe you?"

"You're gonna have to trust me."

Liam pondered for a moment. What other choice did he have? He spend centuries without having a single clue about Gaius.

"Adrian!" A distant cry echoed across the studio. "Please... Help!"

He recognized that voice from somewhere.

"Don't let her die!"

The desperation in that girl's voice pierced through his heart, bringing back painful memories. Memories that he tried to forget. His mind started playing Gaius sarcastic laugh all over again. His voice describing how he had killed her. He released Priya and clenched his fists in rage.

A sharp pain in his stomach made him open his eyes.

"What..." He yelled.

"This is for biting me, asshole."

While he was distracted, Priya grabbed a stake from his waist. She thrust it as hard as she could, making him gasp in pain.

"Your..."

"See you around, Hunter."

She smiled and closed the door, leaving him on the floor squirming in pain.

SPOILER:

She’ll be okay. I promise.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #bloodbound fanfiction #choices fanfiction

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flaildoodles · 6 years

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you; Bish...

Name: Bish (Because he is the biggest bitchbaby with everything unknown)

Outfit:

Wears the shit out of the Sheikah Armor

Only changes into something else when the weather is being a bitch and forces him to...

Has multiple of the same outfit in different colors because he tries to be fashionable (and fails).

More info (personality, playstyle, etc.) below the cut~ ♡

Personality & Playstyle:

Everything that is new, will be greeted by fleeing from it.

Everything that is new and decides to attack/corner him, will be greeted with a whole amount of screaming, swearing and crying while he attempts to bomb whatever is being a twat to an absolute pulp.

When it does happen that he feels confident about handling a foe, the little shit becomes an absolute savage and will set out to find every other of the monster’s species just because he enjoyed murdering the first one.

MAJOR fear of heights. Did NOT enjoy his time on Vah Medoh.

Loves swimming (even though he kinda sucks at it)

Absolutely HATES getting drenched in the rain, and will most definitely break into your house to shelter from it. Also bombs you and your children if you decide to kick him out.

Is convinced all problems can be solved by tossing bombs at it.

Often forgets every other function of the Sheikah Slate and is more often than not found frozen in place, trying to figure out how to get somewhere before figuring out he has other functions than just bombs.

Sleeps in the nude when alone. Will also steal your blankets and kick them off the bed as the night progresses (problem easily solved by spooning the twat).

Is a cheapskate and therefore cuts his own hair (it’s a nightmare) and pierces his own ears.

Mood gets worse the longer he goes without a shower. So when he arrives at a town in the worst mood, it is a full 360 switch after he’s gotten the chance to freshen up (imagine, grumpy child >> precious twink).

Sneaksnonk’s EVERYWHERE.

Visits Zora Domain the most, if only to get a good pep-talk because he has no motivation for anything.

Forgets the existence of horses, ALWAYS.

Quiet as a mouse when shooting arrows from a far distance. Close-combat >> SCREAMING NON-STOP, SWINGS WEAPON WITHOUT ANY COÖRDINATION.

Finds dragons too pretty to shoot at them, feels guilty for days when he has to do so anyway.:

Is a DISASTER at using Magnesis and will most likely kill himself multiple times before even doing damage to anything else.

Paraglides everywhere.

Spends 3 hours thinking up a strategy before finally taking down that bloody Guardian.

Was presented a field of broken down Guardians and one non-active Stalker. Could have looted the non-active Guardians without waking that thing. Decides to check if the Stalker would come to life if he shoots it and got his ass obliterated instead.

Cannot for the life of him remember recipies and just tosses whatever he gets his hands on into the cooking pot.

Pays barely any attention to his health, until a fairy has to heal him, then he goes into a blind panic. (even though he has 5 more fairies)

Hates spears, therefore always leaves them or throws them off a cliff.

Drops the rocks back on the Koroks just because he wanted to find money not seeds.

HAS NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT THANKS TO THE THUNDERBLIGHT...

Spends a lot of time swearing “Where is that fucking bitch of a shrine?!”

Only uses the scope to observe attractive people/things *cough*fishprince*cough*

Motto:

“Run first, beat to shit later.

#linksonaparty #linksona au #breath of the wild #loz botw #botw #link #my art #FINALLY JOINING THIS BANDWAGON #be gentle to this child he's so easily startled #Bish #my oc

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whatchyagonnado · 6 years

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A Fresh Start (Part 3)

Prompt: Sweet Pea is a 27-year-old widowed dad, raising his daughter alone for 5 years when he meets you but he’s uneasy to start something so his daughter doesn’t get hurt.

Part 3 is a little longer and I got a little bit carried away haha oops. I’m really sorry this took so long to write, my parents hosted three Christmas parties, so it’s been chaotic.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

Warnings: Mentions of Death, some swearing

Word Count: 2170

Part 1 Part 2

Y/N stared at the closed door where Sweet Pea once stood. It’s been five minutes since he left and she was still in shock about everything that happened this morning in such a blur. She was having a rough time processing that this interesting guy really actually wanted to go out with her. This is happening, this is actually happening holy shit don’t freak out she thought to herself. Finally, she managed to move and ran upstairs quickly trying to put an outfit together. She felt like a teenager again, giddy and excited for a date for the first time in long time.

Sweet Pea picked up his daughter in no time, a huge smile on his face the entire drive home. He can’t stop thinking about his night, the fantastic girl that came into life in a whirlwind.

“How was your night?” He breaks the silence and looks at his daughter mid-driving.

“So much fun Dad!! We braided hair, ate ice cream, watched Frozen and Tangled and we even painted our nails!!!” Charlie was gleaming and Sweet Pea chuckles.

“Aren’t you a little young for nail polish kid?”

“Dad, everyone is wearing it.”

“So if everyone jumped off a bridge, you would too?” Sweet Pea asks skeptically knowing the answer. Charlie just stays quiet not looking at her dad.

“I thought so.” He responds to his own question. “Have you done your homework for Monday?”

“No I need help with some history questions. Something about the Medieval Times.”

“Okay kid, we’ll do that when we get home.”

The day passed by quickly for Sweet Pea, staying occupied with his daughter and her homework. However, for Y/N it was a painfully long day. She stared at the clock waiting for the minutes to go by, waiting for the day to be other. She jumped from trying to read a book to watching a show on Netflix until she finally settled on staring at the wall. Her phone rang to wake up her up from daze, as she picks it up she sees Sweet Pea’s name on the screen.

“Hey, Y/N?” She hears his voice.

“HI Sweet Pea.”

“So I was thinking that I can take you out to Pop’s tonight? For a real date?” He sounded nervous.

“Man I’ve been waiting all day to hear that, I mean no I wasn’t I have to check my calendar.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8.” Sweet Pea chuckles at her nervousness.

“Alright, see you then!” Y/N hangs up the phone and looks at the clock. “Okay only 2 hours left, I can get ready in that time.” She says to herself and runs upstairs to get ready.

Sweet Pea smiled as he hung up the phone, excited for the night to come. His daughter was safely watching TV with no knowledge of the impeding date.

*At 8PM*

Y/N was all ready for her date, sitting in her kitchen in her brand new outfit waiting for Sweet Pea to ring on her doorbell so they could go on their much anticipated first real date. The minutes kept ticking by and still no Sweet Pea at her door. 8:05, 8:10. 8:20, 8:30 and still nothing. Y/n started to get worried but eventually kicked off her shoes and popped open a bottle wine, giving up hope that Sweet Pea was actually interested and will show up.

Across town Sweet Pea is staring at the clock knowing full well he was insanely late for his date with Y/N. He was pacing back and forth trying to stay calm but failing miserable at the task.

“Sweet Pea are you listening?” FP’s voice caught his attention back to the meeting in the White Wyrm.

“Yes sir, sorry.” Sweet Pea promptly responded still looking distracted.

“Are we keeping you from something Sweet Pea?” FP tells him in a very annoyed tone.

“No, nothing sir.” Sweet Pea hoped Y/N would understand this horrible catastrophe of a first date. The meeting went on, FP rambling on about the current issue with the Ghoulies. Sweet Pea had a lot of trouble focusing which he knew FP would yell at him for later. Finally, 2 hours later Sweet Pea managed to get out of the meeting and ride Y/N house.

He could see her lights were out in the house so he hesitated to knock but decided that he had to explain himself anyway. He started knocking on her door, lightly at first and then progressively stronger until he saw the lights turn on. As the door opens Sweet Pea sees a very unhappy Y/N glaring at him. She wears her bathrobe to hide her pajamas and tucks it in tighter around her to fend off the cold weather.

“Sweet Pea…what’s going on?”

“I came to apologize about bailing on the date. FP came to the White Wyrm and demanded a meeting with the seniors. I couldn’t say no to him Y/N.”

Y/N looked at him trying to see hints of lying. Seeing only true regret she lets him in. She awkwardly leads him into the house towards her living room and they both sit on the couch in silence.

“Can I get you anything?” Y//N talks breaking the silent tension.

“No no I’m okay.” Sweet Pea responds looking down. The silence continues, both unsure of what to do now.

“I’m just going to get some wine” Y/N says getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. Sweet Pea lets out a deep breath and gets up to follow her.

“Can I actually have some as well?” He says quietly, she nods and hands him a glass.

“So are you going to apologize or are we staying in silence the whole night?” Y/N says quietly trying not to come off sarcastic.

“I did apologize Y/N.”

“No you said you owe me an apology but you never gave one. Owing me ten dollars is different than giving me ten dollars.”

“Alright, I’m sorry I stood you up. I really didn’t mean for it to happen and I hope you’ll let me make it up to you somehow.”

“I believe you, it’s not your fault extenuating circumstances happened.” She took another swig of her drink and sat up on the counter, she was more eye to eye with Sweet Pea at this height.

“Do you still want to go to Pop’s tonight?”

“I’m in pajamas already Sweets, I’m not changing now. How about you stay and watch a movie tonight?” Sweet Pea chuckles and rolls his eyes. “I have ice creeeaam” She continues to say.

“Okay well I can’t say no to ice cream.” He picks her up off the counter and kisses her before putting her back down. Y/N looks down to hide her massive blush as she walks over to the freezer.

“So what movie do you suggest we watch magnificent host?” Sweet Pea asks her.

“I’m in the middle of a Star Wars marathon right now, we could keep watching that?” She suggests.

“I haven’t seen any of the Star Wars movies.”

“You, what, how, how have you not seen any of those movies??? They’re iconic!!” Y/N starts to shout out of surprise.

“I never got into them as a kid, Charlie doesn’t like that sort of stuff so I haven’t been forced to watch it with her and I guess it’s just not my thing.”

“Alright fine we can watch something else, I’m just going to be over here in shock.”

“Okay get off your high horse there miss, I bet I’ve seen movies you haven’t.” Sweet Pea retorts raising his eyebrow.

“I bet you haven’t.”

“Alien.”

“Seen it.”

“The Godfather.”

“Seen it, own it.”

“Rocky.”

“Seen it, next.”

“Despicable Me.” Y/N snorts out in laughter when she hears this option.

“Yep saw it with my nephew.”

“Damn I thought I would have you beat with kids movies.” Sweet Pea sat down on the couch and pulled Y/N down next to him.

“Billiards and movies are just two things that I’m solid at.”

“How come you didn’t become a movie critic? Why are you a journalist?” Sweet Pea asks her genuinely curious for the answer.

“I really wanted to travel I guess and I wanted to write people’s stories. Real and raw people that often don’t get to be heard I guess. Write that necessary neutral third party point of view.”

“Damn, I’ve never seen someone talk so passionately about work.” Sweet Pea said genuinely amazed.

“I love my job, I really love what I do and it means I get a lot of free time too.”

“I guess that means you can see family a lot.”

“I don’t really have a family. My mom passed away when I was young and I don’t really get along with my dad. It’s really just me and my sister now. Well I guess my sister, her husband, my nephew and I.” Y/N said quietly, but very rehearsed having said it so many times before.

“Wow I’m really sorry to hear that.” Sweet Pea takes her in for a hug and they stay there for a long time.

“We should probably start that movie huh?” Y/N asks him wiping her eyes to prevent tears from falling down.

“So pick a movie then smartass.”

“Let’s just watch a nice feel good movie, Lethal Weapon.” Y/N cuddles into Sweet Pea as the movie starts. The movie goes by in a blur with the two people cuddling, laughing and making comments throughout the whole thing.

“Do you always talk this much during movies?” Sweet Pea asks the chatterbox next to him.

“Only when there’s something interesting to say.” She winks at him and he starts to kiss her again, this time leading to a full-on make out session. They are both completely enveloped in this, both reveling in it until a phone rings to them up. Sweet Pea looks up to his phone and sees Charlie’s name on the screen.

“Hi Charlie, is everything okay? Yeah, okay, yeah I’ll come home soon, okay hon don’t worry there’s no monster under the bed.” Sweet Pea talks as Y/N looks at him in awe again seeing his complete personality change around his daughter.

“I should probably get going, Charlie is convinced there is a monster under her bed and Toni is not reliable enough to check.” Sweet Pea says with a chuckle.

“I understand, it’s getting pretty late anyway.”

“Come to the Wyrm tomorrow, I’ll get you that date I owe you.”

“Alright I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Y/N leans in and kisses Sweet Pea goodbye as he walks out the door.

*Tomorrow Morning*

Y/N got to the Wyrm at a pretty reasonable time, she sees many bikes around the bar so she figures she definitely wont be alone. As she makes her way across the parking lot she feels someone grab her from behind and pull her. She starts to scream for help but the attacker covers her mouth. She starts screaming and flailing her arms, managing to get away long enough to shout until someone else grabs her.

The second person holds something cold to her neck, which she assumes is a knife. In all the chaos and screaming a few Serpents came out of the bar to see the fight. Immediately Fangs ran into the bar and shouted for Sweet Pea. He came out raging, almost breaking the door when Fangs told him what happened.

“Ah the mighty Serpent head.” Y/N spoke.

“What do you want Drake.” Sweet Pea responded back to the Ghoulie holding the knife to Y/N’s throat.

“I thought we might discuss the negotiation terms for property in Riverdale. We don’t like what you and FP offered.” Drake responded. Y/N tried to keep calm and resisted the urge to fight this guy knowing it would make the situation worse.

“Fine I’ll talk just let the girl go.” Sweet Pea responded showing no emotion.

“Your pretty girlfriend over here will be fine just don’t screw us over again.” He lets Y/N go and walks away. Y/N lets out a deep breath and Sweet Pea runs over to her to hug her.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Sweet Pea asks anxiously looking at Y/N trying to spot any scars or bruises.

“I’m fine I’ve gone through worse.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sweet Pea I’m fine I’m sure!” Y/N shouts and pushes Sweet Pea off.

“What the heck was that?” Sweet Pea retorts asking about her attitude change.

“I don’t know, I don’t respond well to being coddled.”

“I wasn’t coddling you, I’m actually worried about you but fine if you can handle yourself I won’t worry.” Sweet Pea started to walk away from her and back into the bar.

“No I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. Thank you for coming out and dealing with him. I don’t know what I would’ve done.” Y/N runs in front of him to stop him. “Come on I think I need a drink.”

They walk together into the bar and put the incident behind them.

To be continued...

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“Proof” - Part 2

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1,458

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Torture,

Summary: You and Eggsy have been dating in secret. After finally telling Harry, you two are sent on one of your most dangerous missions yet. Will this mission help Eggsy win your father’s approval?

Author’s Note: This idea arose from a conversation that @witchymarvelspacecase and I had about how I’m in love with the whole Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader thing. Then it progressed into this. Hope you guys enjoy this mini-series!

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Breaking into one of the most heavily armed bases in northern Romania seemed damn near impossible, until you got there.

You and Eggsy were undercover as a wealthy married couple from Poland, here to talk to Ioan Funar. Ioan was the leader of the infamously large weapons manufacturing location in all of Europe. He was illegally selling his merchandise across the globe, putting too much power in way too many of the wrong hands.

Ioan was having a gala for the most rich, and influential people in the region. You and Eggsy were there because there was talk that Funar was going to show the power of his weapons by firing at a small city on the outskirts of Mumbai, murdering thousands.

Merlin had hooked you up with some very nice outfits to help with your disguises. It wasn’t too hard for Kingsman to find a well-fitting suit for Eggsy, they did work in a tailor shop for christ sake. Your outfit, on the other hand, was a bit more troublesome since you were one of only two women spies in Kingsman. Roxy had helped the team find a simpler grey dress that was easily dressed up with an elegant choker, a black clutch, and some heels from your own closet. The cherry on top were the wedding rings that you and Eggsy wore.

The two of you played the role of a married couple well, but it didn’t seem to get you any closer to the details of Ioan’s plan. It was about an hour into the gala when you and Eggsy decided to split up. Eggsy would try his best to talk to the other male members of the organization while you tried to find the main holding area for the “main event.”

“Alright, Branwyn, you’re going to want to take a left at the end of this hallway.” Merlin spoke into your earpiece.

You had helped him design jewelry with a microphone and a small camera in the necklace and a hearing piece in one of the earrings. It was much less suspicious as wearing the thick-framed glasses that Eggsy was wearing. Eggsy could see and hear everything in the corner of his glasses while he chatted up some of the thugs still in the event hall. You could only hear him and Merlin.

“After this left turn, you’re going to want to take an immediate right.”

You took the left turn and started to go right when you saw three very big men standing in the hallway. They had heard you before you could try to hide. So you tried to act your way out of it.

“Hi. I seemed to be very lost. Someone told me the ladies room was out here somewhere and I cannot seem to find it anywhere. Would one of you gentlemen help me?”

The three men looked at each other and then walked toward you, the looks on their faces confirming your worst thought in this moment.

“That smells like bullshit. Don’t you think so?” One of the brutes motioned to another, who just nodded in response. Seeing how weak your lie was, you quickly turned and tried to make a run for it. Because of your dress, you weren’t in the best position for fighting right now. You had shorts on underneath for when you would have to inevitably fight Ioan later, then you could just rip the skirt part of your dress off. But if you did that, you would be completely out of place trying to sneak back into the gala.

So as of now, you were royally fucked.

You tried to quickly pull the knife from your thigh holster under your dress in an attempt of escaping, but the men were too quick. One goon hit the knife from your hand while another hit you in the face rather hard.

You took a few recovery steps backwards and hoped to god that your mic was working and Merlin was working on alerting Eggsy.

“I could really use some help, fellas. Just let me go and I’ll--”

Before you could keep talking, you felt something hard hit the back of your head, causing you to fall to the ground. Two of the men grabbed your arms and picked you up.

“We’ll see what boss wants us to do with her.” Was the last thing you heard before your vision completely blacked out.

~~~~~~~~

The men had taken you to a windowless room somewhere within the compound and tied you down to a metal chair in the middle of the room. Their boss, Ioan Funar, had joined them not long after you woke up. After hearing about this incident, he decided to converse with some of the other upper-class Polish guests and came to the conclusion that no one knew who you or your “husband” were.

Your cover was blown. You knew what this would lead to.

For what felt like hours, each of the four men in the room took turns torturing you. You were covered in cuts and bruises and most likely had at least one broken rib. The three subordinates that found you did most of the physical work, while Ioan circled you like a predator. He kept demanding information from you, but you didn’t budge.

“Your time is running out, bitch. Whoever you work for is not going to save you. You are just a pawn. So just tell me who the fuck you work for, then maybe I’ll spare your life.”

You were in the most pain you’d ever been in, but you wouldn’t let that break you. You just let your head fall back as you let out a few difficult chuckles.

“What is so funny?”

“You. You think that I would even consider telling any information to a piece of shit like you without knowing for sure if you’re gonna kill me or not? You really need to get your act together, buddy. And also, all of this,” you painfully motion your head around the room “is very cliche. I mean, really, are you trying to be an unoriginal wannabe villain who can’t even--”

A hard slap crashed into your cheek, causing you to fall as far forward as you could while being bound. The one earring with a hearing piece in it flew across the room. You hadn’t been getting any feedback from Merlin or Eggsy since you woke up, so you had no idea if they even knew what happened to you.

You were on your own. But you had to have hope that they would find you.

You could hear Ioan breathing heavy, angry breaths while you tried to catch your own. He began to pace around the room for a minute, crushing your earring in doing so. A new wave of fear slowly creeping through you.

“Enough!” Ioan looked to his henchmen and nodded, you heard movement behind you but couldn’t see what was going on. “Maybe a little shock will help you see this situation more clearly.”

You had been prepared to handle various types of torture during your time as a Kingsman agent. The punches, slaps, and cuts were beginner level stuff. But there was one form that still terrified you: electricity.

The goons behind you wrapped wires around various parts of the metal chair that you were confined to. Your eyes followed the wires to a big box full of knobs and a big power switch.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” You couldn’t help the panicked words rush out of you as the electric box whirred to life. You would never give up any information about Kingsman, no matter how scared you were, but you weren’t the cocky little shit that you’d been a few minutes ago.

“On my count.” Ioan said from somewhere behind you, your fear manifesting into tears and uncontrollable breathing and shaking.

“Five...”

The only thing going through your head was your family. Harry. Eggsy. Even Merlin.

“Four...”

You might not see them again. You’d known that this mission would be the most dangerous yet, but you thought you’d make it somehow.

“Three… Two... ”

“Eggsy please.” You thought. “Please hurry the fuck up! I love you too much and I’m not done with you yet!”

“One…”

The electricity ripped through your body. It felt like every cell in your body was on fire and bouncing off of one another. Your pain filled screams echoed through the entire room. Your body convulsed as much as it could, but the roped tied around you kept you from moving too much. At one point, the convulsions were so severe that the chair you were strapped to tipped over.

Once you hit the floor, the feeling of fire stopped.

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HISTORY OF SCARVES

OUR COMPLETE GUIDETHE ORIGINSCASHMERE SHAWLSWAR DUTYTHE EMERGENCE OF SCARVES AS ACCESSORIESDEVELOPMENT OF SYNTHETICSSCARVES AS A PROPAGANDA TOOLPOST WAR SCARVESSILK SCARVES AS A GLAMOUR ACCESSORYSCARVES AS A LUXURY ACCESSORYA DECLINE IN POPULARITY IN THE 90'S REDISCOVERING AND REIMAGINING CLASSIC DESIGNSCASHMERE SCARVESADAPTING STYLES TO MODERN LIFERECENT TRENDSFINAL THOUGHTS Men's Scarves & Ancient RomeMen's Scarves & The Croatian MilitaryMen's Scarves & French FashionThe Battle of Steenkerque: Beginning of the Modern NecktieMen's Scarves & BeethovenMen's Scarves & Victorian EnglandMen's Scarves In Modern War And AviationIn Summary – The Scarf & History

HISTORY OF SCARVES

As a symbol of femininity, the scarf is the ultimate chic fashion accessory oozing sophistication and elegance. As a garment worn for practical purposes, a scarf can provide the wearer warmth or keep them cool. The scarf comes in a many a shape and form demonstrating its ubiquity and ability to blend into the wardrobes of undoubtedly every woman over the past few decades.

The origins of the scarf trickle back to Ancient Egypt, precisely to Queen Nefertiti, who was believed to have worn a woven wrapped scarf under an extravagant jewelled headpiece. Whilst scarves are more often than not associated with the female wardrobe nowadays, they have been worn by men and women for many centuries. In Ancient Rome, men wore them as ‘sweat cloths’ used to keep cool and dry sweat.

In the Far East, scarves were worn by military personnel to show rank. Scarves with numerous designs, worn in various ways can be viewed on the terracotta army soldiers, which were buried away more than 200 years BC. It is even said that on his return from Egypt, Napoleon Bonaparte gifted his wife Josephine be Beauharnais a pashmina scarf. Whilst she was cynical at first about this exotic gift, she is noted to have collected over 400 scarfs over the next 3 years adding up to a total of around £80,000.

It is easy to believe that the scarf was an overnight success, however the evolution of the scarf from a plain practical accessory to a trendy must wear item most definitely did not happen overnight.

Cashmere shawls became the epitome of high fashion in the 19th century. The famously Paisley pattern was established during this time as it was the first town to manufacture cashmere ‘Paisley’ shawls similar to those brought back by Bonaparte.

The town was home to 7000 weavers and the shawls were so popular that even Queen Victoria purchased a shawl in 1842. In the latter half of the century, the popularity of shawls declined as new trends emerged. Women's wardrobes developed so that it became more and more impractical to wear a shawl draped over one's shoulders.

During the First World War, knitting became more than just a hobby for women, children and even men all over the world. It was considered patriotic war duty. Tons of socks, sweaters and scarves were produced to send to servicemen to keep them warm and dry in wartime conditions.

Whilst knitting nowadays is often considered an old-fashioned hobby, knitting saved the lives of many servicemen during the war. Knitted goods were produced by the ton and shipped out to troops who were battling harsh, wet and cold conditions not only in the trenches but also in the air too.

In addition to knitted scarves, pilots would also wear white silk scarves whilst flying as the soft, supple fabric provided protection from neck chafing. During the First World War, silk played a very important role in military operations. Silk bags were used to carry gunpowder charges for weapons as silk left no residue when burnt. After the war, this surplus silk was made into garments, scarves, and furnishings.

With the emergence of silk in the west, manufacturing methods were improving and many clothing brands started producing silk accessories. Liberty Of London started producing light silk scarves that became extremely popular during the post-war years. Their energetic prints provided a much-needed tonic to the gloom that was life on the home front in the early years after the war.

Similarly, in 1937 French fashion house Hermès started importing Chinese silk to be woven into luxurious square scarves. Raw silk imported from China was especially strong and more durable. Designs reflected the Equestrian background that was deeply rooted in the history of Hermès and these designs still prove to be the most popular nowadays. The classic Hermès touches which have become synonymous with the brand such hand-rolled edges, hand-painted details and its 90cm x 90cm were all established at this early stage.

Silk scarves, both now and then, are a luxury and can be unaffordable for many women. With the invention of rayon in the 1930s, also known as viscose, this slippery fibre was a semi-synthetic material that was named ‘artificial silk’. It could mimic all the properties of silk but it was a fraction of the price.

The scarf trend continued booming as it allowed more and more women to dress in the latest fashions. However, with the outbreak of the Second World War, wardrobes had to become practical and sensible above all else. Many women were drafted in to take over jobs that were ordinarily done by men. From working in weapons manufacturing factories to flying military planes, the demands of ‘war work’ came first.

Safety concerns within factories meant that women operating machinery had to make sure any long hair was clearly swept away. This meant that women wore headscarves as a matter of necessity rather than an accessory. As a result of clothes rationing throughout the Second World War, the colour palette became dull and sullen as materials were limited to cotton and linen, which were cheaper and more accessible.

Despite the restraints of the war, notable British scarf brand Jacqmar of London continued producing scarves with imaginative propaganda themes from 1940 -1945. Jacqmar started out supplying silk to couture fashion houses around the world but soon noticed a lot of cut-offs that were produced and as a result, they started producing silk scarves, which became extremely popular during the course of the war. Fabric supplies were often short during this time, therefore Jacqmar would use offcuts from parachute silk as well as rayon and linen.

Designs for scarves were based around 3 central themes: military, allied forces and the home front. These were especially popular amongst young lovers and nowadays have become treasured collector's items. Even the British Museum in London owns several rare Jacqmar scarves in their war costume collection. In the post-war period, designs celebrated victory, as one can imagine, and then progressed to more generic patterns such as florals and geometrics.

After the end of the Second World War, the world was craving for more bold and vibrant colours in their wardrobes. Patterned scarves attracted a wide audience during this time. From 1946 – 1955 textile company, Ascher commissioned designs from leading artists around the world. Henri Matisse, Pablo Picasso and Henry Moore were among the 42 world-renowned artists who contributed to the Ascher ‘Artists Squares’. The project not only united the art community post-war but also married ideals in both art and fashion making fine art more accessible to the many.

As a form of self-expression, the silk scarf quickly came back into fashion; the material allowed for bright patterns and vivid, sharp details to be printed. Hermès grew in popularity with the likes of Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly wearing scarves in movies or parading their chic Hermès scarves throughout New York and Monaco.

Silk scarves gained notoriety and soon became a symbol of glamour, power and independence. In the words of Audrey Hepburn below 'When I wear a silk scarf I never feel so definitely like a woman, a beautiful woman.'

Whilst Audrey liked to wear her scarves tied neatly around her neck, Brigitte Bardot styled her scarf into a statement headband. Grace Kelly wore a Hermès silk scarf on the cover of LIFE magazine in 1956; however, she hit headlines again when she wore a Hermès scarf as an arm sling later on in the same year. Even the Queen, Elizabeth II, was emblazoned on a postage stamp wearing an Hermès scarf.

Designs at this time were light-hearted and captured an optimistic spirit which in turn meant that women could be playful with not only their scarves but also their whole outfit choices. Not only was the headscarf ‘the’ accessory amongst the rich and famous, it also gave them privacy. When styled with the big sunglasses of the 60’s, the pairing acted as a veil for those who endeavoured to keep a level of anonymity.

During this decade, it wasn’t only the fashionable elite that were buying into the luxurious silk scarves. Famous New York restaurant, ’21 Club’ often simply ‘21’, has been frequented by celebrities since the 1930’s. Notable guests include Elizabeth Taylor, John F Kennedy and Ernest Hemingway to name but a few. It is most probably recognised by the 21 jockey sculptures that feature on the façade of the restaurant.

Each Christmas the owners would give away a customised scarf to their regular customers. These designs would change yearly, however, the central theme was always equestrian and jockeys. These have now become iconic in terms of scarf memorabilia as designs were so rare and very much sought after.

Many fashion houses also transferred their signature style onto scarves to encapsulate the feel of the brand. The famous tartan check of Burberry could be worn by women all over the world on a scarf costing less than a fifth of the price of a signature Burberry tan trench coat. This gave luxury fashion brands a dominant global presence but more importantly, it gave women the opportunity to show off their designer purchases.

Designs of the 80’s were bold and confident. Chanel used daring chains, to imitate the chain handles on their handbags, and placed large interlocking CC logos over their scarves. These memorable designs captured the distinctions from brand to brand and allowed women to firmly identify with certain brands aesthetics over others.

With the 90’s approaching and the rise of manufacturing and cheap labour, many silk alternatives grew in popularity. Bright vivid designs could just as easily be printed onto these materials and with less expensive dyes in the process too. As silk is a particularly labour intensive practice, farmers became disillusioned with the product when demand fell.

Silk scarves fell out of favour during the 90s and people flocked to buy accessories that were innovative and striking. This elegant, stylish accessory was no longer the must-have item in the woman’s wardrobe and soon disappeared from the spotlight.

However, technology and transportation boomed in this decade, making travel easier and far more accessible to the majority of the population. As the world opened up so did the fashion industry. Designers took inspiration from all over the world and rediscovered treasures of the past.

Pashmina shawls which were only worn by wealthiest and most well-connected ladies were re-envisioned and transformed into daily lifestyle necessities of the modern-era woman. Rediscovering the sensuous qualities of cashmere wool meant that these scarves were admired for their comfort and practicality over design.

Cashmere scarves and pashminas rose in popularity, as they were undeniably soft, warm and luxurious. They were considered exotic and rare as cashmere was woven from Cashmere goats that inhabit the mountainous regions of Kashmir, India. Their exclusivity attracted a large following that were drawn to its fine, downy texture.

In fact, the name ‘Pashmina’ translates to ‘Soft Gold’ in the Kashmiri language. Traditionally the goats are reared by nomadic tribes inhabiting regions at very high altitudes where temperatures drop to -40c in the winter. For this reason, the Cashmere goat grows a thick undercoat to keep them warm. As temperatures rise into spring, this coat is shed and this is where the wool used to make pashminas is collected.

Many scarves are sold as pashmina’s in tourist markets around the world, but there is an easy trick to test whether the scarf is made from true pashmina wool. If the entire scarf can pass through a ring with a diameter of 1.3cm then you can be sure that it’s a genuine pashmina.

These scarves became popular in the 90s as they could be worn as a shawl wrapped around the shoulders. As fashion became more daring, many styles of clothing became sleeveless or strapless. Shawls allowed women to wear these on-trend styles but also protect their modesty by covering bare arms and chests.

More recently we have seen a shift towards other uses for scarves, new styles demand accessories that adapt to our fast-paced lives. These items need to be flexible and keep up with the ever-changing demands of the fashion industry.

Hermès re-invented the scarf with their Hermès ‘Twilly’ scarf, a long ribbon-like scarf which is named after the ‘twill’ weave pattern used to create its fantastic drape. They look chic when wrapped around the handles of a handbag, giving a touch of personality as well as protecting the bag. These scarves can also be wrapped around wrists to make sleek, stand out bracelets.

As the Twilly is small, it can be used as a headband or used as a ribbon tied around a hat. It can also be used as a hair tie or braided into plaits to add hints of colour and pattern to hair. More recently, we have seen these scarves used as belts either on their own or wrapped around a belt then fastened around the waist.

The multiple ways in which the ‘Twilly’ scarf can be incorporated into the modern woman’s wardrobe had made it one of Hermès’ most successful designs. The Twilly scarf is a truly modern update to the otherwise classic silk scarf.

If we look at recent trends from the catwalk we can see many nods to the timeless look of the silk scarf as well as refreshing new styles. Stella McCartney sent models down her AW17 runway with headscarves reminiscent of the queen on her Scottish country hideaway trips.

Prada opted for chunky knit scarves tightly wrapped like a choker to contrast sleek, tailored garments. More and more we see runways filled with silk bandanas and headbands that exude glamour and substance but are still relatable for both older and younger generations.

Turbans have always existed solely within religious dress for many centuries as a symbol of respect and social status among men. However, ever since Prada paraded rainbow-hued glossy turbans down the runway in 2007 it now comes second nature to many women to wrap a silk scarf around their hair then wrapped into a turban.

Our love affair with scarves is unlikely to end anytime soon. We are enchanted with their multitudes of forms and the possibilities seem endless when it comes to pattern and print. From a blooming floral design to an indulgent woven pashmina, they morph with each season and our relationship with these scarves develop because as well as being a much-adored fashion accessory they also provide comfort, protection and modesty. Whether one is wearing a trendy headscarf as a fashion statement or as a belt, wrist tie or handbag accessory it will forever have a permanent in every woman’s wardrobe.

https://startupfashion.com/fashion-archives-a-look-at-the-history-of-the-scarf/

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It’s safe to say that pretty much everyone has a scarf or two in their closet. This accessory is a staple that comes in a variety of colors, fabrics, and styles-there is a scarf out there for every taste. Whether you a fashionista showing off a beautiful silk Hermes piece or just trying to keep warm, the scarf has become a timeless symbol of comfort and style.

Early Origins

So how did such a simple accessory become so ubiquitous? In fact, scarves have been worn for a lot longer than you might think. As far back as 1300 B.C to be exact. The very first scarves date all the way back to ancient Egypt, where it was a status symbol that denoted nobility and royalty. Queen Nefertiti was the original trendsetter-she was perhaps one of the first to wear a scarf. She frequently styled a scarf-like fabric behind her iconic cone-shaped headdress.

China was also home to early adopters of the scarf. There, it was originally part of the Chinese military uniform. Dating as far back as 1000 B.C., fringed, rectangular scarves were discovered on sculptures of Chinese soldiers. Scarves would continue to be a part of military dress: another early Chinese iteration of the accessory (around 230 B.C.) was part of the uniform for soldiers serving under Emperor Cheng. These scarves helped to denote military rank. Similarly, Croatian soldiers in the 17th century wore scarves according to rank as well. Those lower on the totem pole wore scarves cut from cotton, while the scarves belonging to officers were made from fine silk.

The next version of the scarf that cropped up was a bit more utilitarian. In ancient Rome around 10 A.D., Romans began using a piece of fabric known as a sudarium, or “sweat cloth,” which is exactly what it sounds like. Those engaging in exercise or strenuous physical labor would often keep a piece of linen around their person in order to keep clean and wipe away sweat. Men wore them so often it became a kind of accessory- tied around the neck, draped over the shoulder, or knotted around the waist.

From around the late 1600’s to early 1700’s, the scarf began taking on a less functional, more “fashion” role in the form of the cravat. In fact this neck-piece, which originated in Paris, was inspired by the neck-wear of the aforementioned Croatian military- the name is an allusion to the original source. Cravats were cut from a long strip of white fabric, typically embellished with embroidery or lace. The accessory was especially popular during parts of the French Revolution, where it grew in size and extravagance, occasionally obscuring the bottom half of the face. During the Revolution, the cravat was sometimes dyed in different colors to demonstrate allegiance to a certain side.

An Early Fashion Statement

From then on, scarves began to make their way into mainstream fashion- for both men and women. For example, Napoleon is said to have had cashmere scarves from India sent to his first wife Josephine. Also around this time, the Third Duke of Krakow supposedly created the first knit scarf. However, the accessory truly became popularized after Queen Victoria’s ascension to the throne in the early 1800’s. She frequently wore glamorous accessories such as silk scarves, which soon became stylish among nobility, as they differentiated them from lower classes.

Speaking of silk scarves, that particular accessory as we know it was first crafted in 1937 by, who else- Thierry Hermes. This was the first truly luxury silk scarf, and differed from anything that had come before it. Hermes’ company purchased raw silk directly from China to be spun into yarn. This was then woven into a high-quality fabric that was twice as strong and much heavier than other scarves of that time. As a final touch, a beautiful image would be expertly hand-printed onto the scarf. These intricate designs required around 43 screens to get beautiful color effects. Hermes’ first printed scarf design featured two women in white wigs playing a game.

Scarves As A Necessity

Soon after, rayon was invented, which was good news for women who otherwise couldn’t afford luxurious but expensive silk scarves. This material made the look much more accessible. In the 1940’s, scarves were worn a variety of different ways for numerous occasions- during the war years they were more of a necessity than a fashion statement. Cotton, linen and wool scarves also came into fashion as other, less frivolous alternatives to silk. Magazines even advised women who didn’t want to spend a lot of money on a new hat to tie their scarves into turbans and snoods. Scarves were even used as a safety measure- women working in factories had to cover their hair to prevent it from being caught in machinery.

A Staple of Fashion

From then on, scarves remained a staple accessory for both fashion and function. From 1970’s head wraps to today’s hipster neck-wear, scarves have cemented their place in the fashion world.

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Scarves and shawls are used across cultures all over the world, and it is not something utilized only during the winters, or extreme summers. They have been around for centuries are have a history far beyond being a fashion accessory! The historical and cultural significance of scarves and shawls is an quite an interesting read.

In cold climates, a thick knitted scarf, often made of wool, is tied around the neck to keep warm. This is usually accompanied by a warm hat and heavy coat.

In drier, dustier warm climates, or in environments where there are many airborne contaminants, a thin headscarf, kerchief, or bandanna is often worn over the eyes and nose and mouth to keep the hair clean. Over time, this custom has evolved into a fashionable item in many cultures, particularly among women. The cravat, an ancestor of the necktie and bow tie, evolved from scarves of this sort in Croatia[citation needed].

Religions such as Judaism under Halakhah (Jewish Law) promote modest dress code among women. Married Jewish women wear a tichel to cover their hair. The Tallit is commonly worn by Jewish men especially for prayers, which they wrap around their head to recite the blessing of the Tallit.

Young Sikh boys, and sometimes girls often wear a bandanna to cover their hair, before moving on to the turban. Older Sikhs may wear them as an under-turban.

Islam promotes modest dress among men and women. Many Muslim women wear a headscarf, often known as a hijab and in Quranic Arabic as the khimar. The Keffiyeh is commonly used by Muslim men.

Additionally, several Christian denominations include a scarf known as a Stole as part of their liturgical vestments.

Silk scarfs were used by pilots of early aircraft in order to keep oily smoke from the exhaust out of their mouths while flying. Silk Scarfs were worn by pilots of closed cockpit aircraft to prevent neck chafing; especially fighter pilots, who were constantly turning their heads from side to side watching for enemy aircraft. Today, military flight crews wear scarfs imprinted with unit insignia and emblems not for functional reasons but instead for esprit-de-corps and heritage.

In ancient times, the practice of donning a scarf or a wrap was mostly attributed to perspiration, the Romans called it “sudarium” which literally meant sweat cloth. These cloth items were used to wipe the sweat on the face and neck, and were initially worn by men. Also, according to historians, during the rule of Chinese emperor Cheng, scarves were made of cloth and were used in order to identify the officers and the ranks of the Chinese warriors. But then with the passage of time women too began to use them, and today it is a completely new avatar.

Scarves and shawls are now made from the finest materials available and are much sought after by men and women across the world. It has in fact moved up leaps and bounds in the social ladder and today stands as an expression of love and respect which is often exchanged as a gift.

So next time you wrap a beautiful Pashmina Scarf or Shawl around your neck or shoulders you will know you are not just being fashionable but donning an accessory that has had many practical uses over the centuries and serves a purpose for many cultures.

https://textilelearner.blogspot.com/2016/05/different-types-scarf-wearing-techniques.html

Different types of scarves:

Different materials:

Alpaca: for cold autumn winter days: Alpaca scarves are made from wool of the alpaca, which is a lustrous and silky natural fiber, warmer and softer.

Cashmere: for cold autumn winter days: This soft, luxurious fabric is made from the wool of the Cashmere goat. It is light in weight and, when handled with care, becomes softer with time.

Cotton: for hot spring summer days: Classic and easy, cotton is staple for its ability to be laundered and its durability. It’s a cool fabric, perfect for summer wear.

Jersey: For cold autumn winter days: This stretchy, soft cotton is breathable and light-weight. Jersey is an ideal pallet for beading, studding, sequins, and other embellishment.

Linen: For hot spring summer days: Promoted for its coolness, linen is often considered the most breathable fabric of the bunch. It is made from the fibres of the flax plant.

Pashmina: For cold autumn winter days: Pashmina refers to a type of shawl or scarf made from the cashmere wool of the pashmina goat.

Satin: For cold autumn winter days: Satin is a glossy, soft fabric most often made from silk or polyester. Satin comes in several forms or weaves, which may vary in shine, thickness, flexibility, and weight.

Silk: For hot spring summer days: Silk is a natural protein fibre obtained from the larvae cocoons of the mulberry silkworm. It can be shiny or matte in lustre, and is especially delicate.

Wool: For cold autumn winter days: Wool comes from the fleece of sheep and other animals. It’s very warm, durable, and with proper care should last you for years.

Shapes & Styles

2. Neck

Whether worn bandana-style, tied into knot, or looped into a feminine bow, neck scarves are sweeping Hollywood, runways, and city streets with gusto this season. Channel your inner Mad Men, classic girly-girl, or country club queen in one of our signature neck scarves! We carry styles perfect for a men's neck scarf as well as neck scarves for women. Try cute patterns like dots or floral or go abstract with stripes and shapes.

3. Ponchos

Nothing says posh like a poncho! Whether lined with fur, adorned with embellishments, or in sophisticated blacks, tans, and greys, our capes and ponchos add the perfect amount of pizazz to a classic gal’s wardrobe. Once you’re wrapped up in these stylish outfit additions, you’ll be the cat’s meow at your next soiree.

4. Head

Hair and head accessories have been a staple for fashion since the first bobby pin was invented. Whether you want to have that 50's ponytail flair or are looking for that gypsy, tousled hair look, head scarves can add exciting style to your daily fashion. Didn't have time to wash your hair? No problem! Sport a head scarf instead! Wear the scarf as a head band, bandana, or a wrap. A skinny scarf or square scarf works great for this trend that wears well in any season. You can even use a silk head scarf at night to help keep curls in place!

5. Infinity

The infinity scarf is like our love for scarves: it never ends. Instead, it goes on for forever in an ever-so dashing, flashy, and comfy-cozy way. A wool infinity scarf will keep you warm while bringing bold colors to your winter outfits, but there are infinity scarves that are perfect for any season. A circular scarf doesn't let its physical shape limit its stylish possibilities; whether you prefer a sleek, simple loop scarf or one bursting with bright, glittering detail, we have infinity scarves for women that you'll love! And before you know it, you'll find yourself wrapped up and feeling fabulous without ever having to tie a knot.

6. Pashmina

If there were a master list of the must-haves for every woman’s wardrobe, the classic pashmina would be at the top. The pashmina is timeless, and with its infinity of uses, you’ll find yourself wearing it as a warm shawl, as a trendy solid colour statement piece, and a million-and-two other scarf-tying ways. From bold prints to demure silvers, you can do no wrong with a pashmina. Find a gorgeous cheap pashmina to add to your wardrobe.

7. Square

There’s nothing square about square scarves; the moment it’s tied, looped or knotted around your dainty neck, it makes a bold style-statement. Whether you’re sporting one in chevron, hearts, abstract shapes, leopard print, or even a festive holiday neckerchief, square head scarves will surely turn heads. If you’re loving their silky-smooth feel, check out our full collection of square silk scarves.

8. Shemagh Scarves

Shemagh scarves, otherwise known as keffiyeh scarves, are a square cotton type traditionally worn by Arabs. These are worn around the neck or the head to protect from the sun and dust. This scarf is known for its white checkered weave that is combined with a dark colour.

9. Bandana

A bandana scarf is a piece of cloth in the shape of a triangle or a square that is folded into a triangle. These are often made of cotton and are popularly donned by cowboys and associated with western wear. Bandana scarves can be worn on the head, neck, and as a ponytail wrap. They may also come in silk as well.

Wraps

Shawls

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MENS HISTORY WITH THE SCARF

You're taking part in a manly 2,200 year-old tradition.

A tradition that many of history's greatest warriors, statesmen, and artists partook in.That's right – the scarf (or variations such as the necktie and cravat) have been in our wardrobes for over two millenia.Let's start at the beginning. Men's Scarves & Ancient China The first men's neckwear we have solid historical evidence for was worn by Chinese soldiers in the 3rd century B.C.E. The terracotta soldiers buried with Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of unified China, can still be seen wearing tied neck scarves. These were used to denote rank in a form of early military insignia. The terracotta soldiers buried with Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of unified China, can still be seen wearing tied neck scarves. These were used to denote rank in a form of early military insignia. Chinese art from still earlier includes depictions of both men and women wearing fringed, rectangular pieces of cloth similar to scarves, dating back as early as 1000 B.C.E.

A band of linen cloth known as a “sudarium” was part of a standard gentleman's costume in the late Roman empire. It was worn around the neck or knotted around the waist in the first century C.E. Emperor Nero (among other peculiarities!) wore a sudarium around his neck during almost all public appearances, and is even depicted with it on some coins from his reign.

Soldiers in the Croatian military used scarves to denote rank, much like the early Chinese. Historians do not know when the practice started, but it gained fame when Croatian soldiers impressed the French court of Louis XIII in 1636.

By the reign of Louis XIV the neck scarf was a staple of the French court. They were named “cravats” after the Croats that had introduced them. Many paintings of noblemen at the time, including Louis XIV, include a brightly-colored cravat. The style was spread across Continental Europe by military men, and was brought back to England by King Charles II when he returned from exile in 1660.

The Battle of Steenkerque in 1692 is remembered more for its fashion significance than its military impact: the French army (led and heavily populated, at the time, by noblemen and gentlemen of class) was surprised by opposing forces, and the young men went into battle with their cravats hastily tied one end over the other rather than being done up in an elaborate bow. The result was the “steinkirk,” an Anglicized spelling of the battle and the prominent form of menswear in England for a good thirty years after the battle. It replaced much larger and lacier cravats with a simpler knot and plainer cloth. The ends were twisted together and tucked through a buttonhole, creating a shape much more like our modern necktie.

When Ludwig von Beethoven set out to woo Therese Malfatti in 1810 he adopted a new personal style, which included silk scarves to go with his new suits.

Queen Victoria of England was a great proponent of fashionable accessories, including scarves for both men and women. Neck scarves and cravats became a status symbol, with the material and even the knot of your neckwear indicating your social class. Around this time coachmen and drivers also popularized the familiar “four-in-hand” knot as a way of tying their scarves while still holding the reins, i.e. the reins to four horses in one hand while you tie your scarf with the other. This is still the knot many men use for their necktie today. Burberry, still a source for iconic neck scarves, was founded in 1856 (though their distinctive tartan pattern was not created until the 1920s, and even then began as a jacket lining rather than a scarf pattern).

By the First World War scarves were a staple winter garment for men. Knitting them was a patriotic chore encouraged in both America and Great Britain during the war. Art from the time depicts soldiers wearing scarves in the trenches (the iconic trenchcoat, fittingly enough, was also designed by Burberry for the war effort). Early aviators considered scarves essential flight equipment. They provided warmth at high altitudes and needed padding when pilots craned their necks back and forth to scan for other planes. Scarves enjoyed popularity among young men in the 1920s and 1930s partly because of their military origins and most likely – as is today, their ability to transform an outfit from mundane to striking.

The man's scarf has been replaced as an item of daily business wear by the necktie. Scarves are now an accent for men who choose them rather than a necessity that signifies your rank or class status. The few associations left range from the ultra-formal white scarf worn over a tuxedo jacket to the striped scarves of clubs – although these are becoming more and more rare. So while neckwear is a daily chore for some men, it is also a tradition dating back before the birth of Christ. So tie a scarf on with confidence, knowing that over 80 generations before you have done so with gusto. And that's something to cheer you up in front of the mirror each morning.

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2017-09-18 22:42:38 I'm SKE48 Team S Leader Kitagawa Ryouha, 18 years old, who loves ice cream very much

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she’d still kinda incomplete, so yeh - Syn

— General —

Name: Mao Fujioka

Meaning: Genuine thread; Wisteria hill

Gender: Female

Birthday: July 6th

Age: Part I: 24-25 Part II: 27-28

[I didn’t know Mao was a Leo. Run for the damn hills.]

— Characteristics —

Blood type: O

Height: : Part I: 5’5” Part II: 5’5”

Weight: : Part I:133 lbs. Part II: 136 lbs.

Eyes: She has upturned eyes; almond shaped with a lift up at the outer corners. They’re the same color as burnished copper.

Hair: Layered, slightly curly hair that reaches mid-shoulder blades; she keeps it in a low, semi-messy bun with a senbon stuck through it and has some curled fringe (almost like Spanner from KHR, except looser). Dark brown in color; about the color of dark chocolate, if not just a bit darker.

Skin: Peachy skin tone with smatterings of freckles along her arms and legs.

[Realistic height and weight CHECK. Cute eyes ;) Curly hair in Narutoverse? Me likey. Also senbon is cute because ayyyy Genma is the love interest so it’s foreshadowing. :D]

— Appearance —

Child: Shorter hair left loose, and was one of the kids that kept more of their baby fat longer so she had chubby cheeks. Simple outfit of shorts, and a t-shirt or long-sleeved top (much to her mother’s chagrin) in simple colors with the typical ninja sandals.

[What a cute kid. I can imagine Mao getting ticked off and pointing stubby baby fingers at people while she pouts with them chubby cheeks.]

Academy: Longer hair in a ponytail, curly fringe. Typically wore a grey hooded vest over a plain black long-sleeved shirt and black shorts with once again black ninja sandals. She wasn’t one to bother with colors or girly things and preferred to keep it simple.

[So much black. Too much black. You do know that blue cloth is all the rage in Konoha right? Even for emo chicken butt head Sasuke? Add one dash of color, even if it’s a small accessory. ples.]

Genin: Began putting her hair into a loose looking bun and wearing wedged ninja sandals; black. Wore a sleeveless wire mesh shirt under a long-sleeved wide-necked forest green shirt, short black fingerless gloves with metal back plates, and black tapered pants with cargo-like pockets. She wears her headband around her left bicep. Mao also began to gain a lankier form at this point.

[I don’t think a genin at the age of 10 should be wearing wedged ninja sandals. At least, if you mean wedge like a wedged heel… Also CARGO PANTS YES LOVE. POCKETS.]

Chuunin: Lost some of her lankiness for a more pear-shaped body, wedged ninja sandals traded in for some wedged boots; black with grey buckles. She still wears the plated fingerless gloves and now has the leaf symbol etched into both, so she doesn’t bother with her headband. She keeps to the plain colors with a to the body slate-grey and quarter-sleeved mesh-lined shirt, black cargo-esque pants that tuck into her boots, and her flak jacket.

[Oooh, boots. Love. Also, I wouldn’t consider the plated gloves to be her form of identification. She should still need her headband.]

Jonin: The only real change to her outfit is that her cargo-esque pants now have red stitching. This is her answer to Anko’s needling that she “needs more color in her life”.

[Love me some Anko friendship.]

— Ninja information —

Current rank: Tokubetsu jounin [WHAT IS THE SPECIALTY, SYN. HEY.]

-Genin promotion: 10

-Chuunin promotion: 12

-Special jounin promotion: 16

-Jounin promotion: 23

Team: Team Shun (affectionately Team Idiots); Shun Sarutobi, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane. [YES I LOVE ME SOME IZUMO AND KOTETSU YAS.]

Kekkei Genkai: none

Chakra nature: Earth, Water

Ninjustsu range: midrange

Defensive/Offensive type: A little of both, but more so offensive.

Dominant hand: left

Weapons: senbon and ninja wire are her favorites [wink at Genma because senbon.]

— Summonings —

Species: Tanuki

Where the summoning contract comes from: Matsuyama Forest

Name: Shoukichi

Abilities: Tanuki make near zero sound when walking, as such they are fantastic at stealing things or causing general mischief. Tanuki also have the ability to henge into people or even inanimate objects. Shoukichi is especially bad about stealing things – food is his favorite target.

Mao gains this “light-footedness” as a Tanuki contractor.

Appearance: Shoukichi is a little larger than the average sized raccoon is, and has the signature tanuki fur pattern that leaves him with darkened eyes. His fur is colored with black, varying shades of grey, and white. When he’s contemplating something (often what to steal) his head tilts to the side and the tip of his tongue pokes out.

[Obviously I like the idea of a Tanuki since we talked about it in private and I’m pretty sure I helped you come to the conclusion that Tanuki’s are great as a summons? Gaining a trait from the summons is also cute. But can Shoukichi TALK???? The real question.]

— Abilities —

Strength: Chakra control, traps

Weakness: Hand-to-hand combat. [

Taijutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Ninjutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Chakra nature: Earth, Water

Earth Release Jutsu:

Coil of Earth

Headhunter

Mudshot

Mudslide

Water Release:

Kirigakure no Jutsu [protip; just call it hidden mist jutsu. You went for english names for everything except this. Continuity. Also a tiny bit odd that a Konoha shinobi uses this technique as it is a specialty of Kiri ninja. If you really want to use it, I’d suggest having some backstory and have Mao horribly beaten by a Kiri nin who used this jutsu, therefore giving her the determination to learn it herself. Some drawback should be established.]

Water Bullet

Water Prison

Water Dragon Bullet

Also knows Wind Release: Gale Palm [please tell me she incorporates senbon into this. ;)]

Genjutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Fighting style: Mao’s fighting style is fluid, focusing on dodging and defending more than attacking and preferably done in mid to long range rather than up close. She focuses mostly on ninjutsu, minor seals, and chakra string assisted weaponry. [Chakra strings? Who taught her that?]

— Personal traits —

Personality:

Mao is a subtle antagonist, as she likes to encourage all of the crazy and wild ideas that Anko comes up with, though Mao does on occasion actively participate in mischief. She is witty and often comes off as blasé, which sometimes causes problems to arise when she meets new people. And while she may seem blasé about things, Mao is fiercely protective of all of her friends and family and is quite kindhearted – though she tends to get embarrassed when caught out on said kindhearted, soft moments. [I knew she would be like this. Damn leo’s. Me likey though.]

Once she sets her mind on something it becomes her passion, which sometimes leaves her seeming as if she has a one-track mind. She finds humor the best medicine and cover to all of her more tumultuous emotions, and as humor is part of her default character it can take someone who knows her to tell when she’s just deflecting. [Yes! Character development!]

Likes: All types of food – she loves food more than anything, tending her small her garden, naps in the sun [She must love Akimichi food ;)]

-what she likes to do in her free time: Mao either fiddles around with her chakra strings or takes naps in odd but sunny places. She also likes to read novels.

Dislikes: The period of cooking where you can smell the food come together but can’t eat yet because it’s not done, when Anko or one of the boys cajole her into serious taijutsu practice, missions in rainy humid places because it turns her hair into a monster.

Habbits: When thinking hard about something she goes through the hand signs for the alphabet of standard sign language. When concentrating on a task (a puzzle, something to do with writing or reading) her tongue will poke out of her mouth a little bit.

Fears: Losing everyone, and to a lesser extent being alone – it makes her progressively anxious.

Ambition: To see her kids (genin) grow up and to have a family of her own one day.

— Relationships —

Parents: Yuri Fujioka and Asada Fujioka

Sibling(s): None

Relative(s): Spinster aunt Junko Fujioka [I hope Junko is truly living up to the spinster title.]

Teammates/Ex-teammates: Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane

Friends: Kurenai Yuhi, Izumo and Kotetsu

Best friend(s): Anko Mitarashi, Ashi Inuzuka and Michi

Crush: Genma Shiranui, eventually (it’s a slow thing that happens over time) [SHIP IT LIKE FEDEX]

Rival: She doesn’t really have it in her to have one, not seriously. Anko might be the closest thing.

— Background & history —

Childhood:

Mao was mostly quiet and to herself; she didn’t go out of her way to speak to people so she often drifted around among groups in the Academy. It was a melancholic truth that she didn’t really have very many friends, and she claimed what she had was enough. Though what she had was a bunch of acquaintances and her childhood friend Ashi Inuzuka and his partner Michi, who were three years ahead of her.

But it was in the academy that Mao befriended Anko – or, rather, Anko injected herself into Mao’s life. When it happened the majority of their classmates were confused at the pairing, often asking how it happened. Mao’s answer?

“Skewers, dirt, and a declaration of undying love.”

How much of that was sarcasm Mao’s classmates didn’t know. (Mao would laugh about their confusion, because all she did was offer Anko a stick of dango after the plum haired girl’s got knocked into the dirt. And after she’d had knocked the person that had wronged her into the dirt.) And it was from this point on that Mao became the so-called “devil on Anko’s shoulder”, as she often enabled the plum haired girl’s wild schemes. [Evil little Leo child.]

Genin days:

The beginning of her genin days were rough, as her team didn’t mesh too well in the beginning. Kotetsu and Izumo often ended up leaving her out without meaning to, which caused a lot of tension. Eventually their sensei, Shun Sarutobi, kicked them to the wilds and made them talk. After that they became a fairly capable team that still had some bumps to smooth over. Izumo was often forced to be team mom as well, as Kotetsu and Mao fed off of each other and caused more problems than not, or just got too off-track. They graduated a few months after the Kannabi Bridge incident, so things were still somewhat stressful.

It was on their first C-Rank that Mao’s unsure outlook on her life went through a change. A few things went wrong and they all ended up hurt in one way or another, thanks to rogue shinobi and bandits still feeling empowered thanks to the previously ended war, and their sensei too was hurt as he did his best to protect them. He himself lost an eye in the conflict. It was a wake-up call and Mao, who had previously been unsure of what she was doing since being a shinobi was just something expected of her, started putting in more effort and time than she ever had to getting stronger. Because if there was one thing she knew, it was that she wanted to protect her friends. [I LOVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTTTTTTTTTTTTTT YES.]

Chuunin days:

Mao participated in the chuunin exams the same time Anko did, and the two actually ended up fighting in the final round. Anko came out the ultimate victor in their match, but both were promoted in the end along with Izumo and Kotetsu. Apparently a great showing of teamwork during the second phase of their exams, involving transporting an “important document” to Tanzaku Gai without losing it to the “enemies” provided by the chuunin and genin corps helped push forward the promotion of their entire team.

It was after their promotions that, somehow, all members of Team Shun slowly started drifting towards the Intelligence Division. They began running intelligence gathering missions under the guidance of the brand new tokubetsu jounin, Aoba. When not on missions or training together, Team Shun worked on finding their own niche within Intelligence, with Mao initially drifting over to Cryptology a few days a week. It was due to her interest in sealing that initially had her go that way, but after a short period she eventually just drifted back to being a general member of the Intelligence Division. [Sounds plausible. Cute idea for Chuunin exam btw. ;)]

The Kyuubi incident happened about a year after the quartet’s promotions, and Mao didn’t have much of a part in everything besides helping civilians to the shelters and away from the trouble after her initial shock.

The first breakdown Mao had after the initial scare of the mission gone wrong was when Orochimaru defected from Konoha and Anko went missing along with him. Mao nearly had a come apart, with Kotetsu and Izumo having to stop her from barging into the Hokage’s office, emotions blazing. They calmed her down enough that she wouldn’t just burst in anger and Mao practically demanded to be part of a search team, declaring that she knew Anko best.

The Cell she was part of weren’t the ones that found Anko, but they did run into the team that did. Mao stayed by the semi-unconscious and in pain girl the whole way back to Konoha, and once they got back as well. It was after this incident that Anko joined the former Team Shun in the Intelligence Division, quietly at first and then with a bang, much to the chagrin of many. Mao eventually became the one people called whenever Anko became too much for them, and Mao was both amused and a little exasperated by this. [Love this and I want to read this whole ordeal in story format please.]

Around the time Mao was fourteen, she decided to try for a summons. She did this with the guidance of her old sensei and Anko, who had already been long signed onto the Snake contract. Mao’s reverse summoning brought her to Matsuyama Forest where she eventually found her way through the foliage and creatures living there to the master of the forest – the Great Tanuki Chagama-sama. After agreeing to come back to Matsuyama once a year to help with the harvest of food during the peak of the season, Chagama-sama allowed Mao to sign the contract. [What a cute little way to pay back to the Tanuki, oh my goodness, I want to read an omake about her helping harvest please.]

Tokubetsu Jounin/Jounin days:

Once both girls turned sixteen, Mao and Anko (who the Fujiokas had taken in after the Incident) moved into a cheap apartment together after becoming tokubetsu jounin. The only rules? For Anko to keep her mess confined to her room, and for her to never attempt cooking on her own. It was also at this point in time that the two joined the Torture and Interrogation subdivision of the Intelligence Division.

Mao, with the assistance of Anko, annoyed Ibiki into teaching Mao more about the sealing arts. In turn for this Mao was to assist Ibiki whenever he wanted Anko the hell away from him. Mao also eventually became somewhat of a gopher among the Intelligence Division, often being the link between Ibiki and Inoichi when they couldn’t meet with each other. [again in love with these little ideas because uhm yes Inoichi and Ibiki not liking each other???]

It was when Mao was eighteen when she first met Genma Shiranui, and that incident was all thanks to Shoukichi. The tanuki found Genma one day and snatched something of his, which eventually led Genma to Mao. He seemed really surprised when she pulled out her “box of wonders” before pulling his missing item from the pile. [YES A LITTLE EXCERPT? YES.]

(“…I think your friend might have some problems.” He jokingly eyed the creature as it scampered off, probably to snatch something else. “Might need to use some of those employee perks for therapy.”

“Sure. I’ll talk to Inoichi-senpai about some therapy-no-jutsu.” Mao clasped her hands together prettily. “Would you like to be there to voice your concerns and lend your support?”

The senbon in his mouth quirked up as he smirked. “Of course, just give me the time and date, Tanuki-chan.”) [hnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg I need more.]

Later Shoukichi manages to snatch Genma’s lunch, leading the man to come strolling up once again, amused after the initial irritation wore off. Upon hearing the problem she mentioned he must have good taste, and that she owed him a meal, which he did end up taking her up on if only because he was hungry and it meant he didn’t have to pay. Though it became of bit of a normal occurrence, as Shoukichi’s favorite target for theft ended up being the same tokubetsu jounin. It was after a year of these lunches that Mao officially started crushing on the older shinobi – or perhaps that was when she finally realized it, seeing as she never offered to buy anyone else lunch after Shoukichi stole it.

When Mao is twenty-one, she takes that first step into actually making those developing feelings apparent, though it’s not quite of her own free will. Anko drags her, Izumo, Kotetsu, and a few of their coworkers out to celebrate their birthdays and Mao gets more than a little drunk. She ends up kissing Genma, though she wakes up thinking it was some alcohol induced dream. Though it’s at this point Genma starts hanging around a little more – trying to puzzle her out. And months later when it’s his birthday, later that night he kisses her –

“It’s only fair, right? You kissed me for your birthday, so I get to kiss you for mine.”

To this day he reminisces on how utterly red she turned on that day.

But, after that they begin an odd sort of teasing and flirting game that eventually evolves into the same sort of supposedly secret relationship Asuma and Kurenai had by the time Mao is twenty-four and Naruto has graduated from the academy. By this time, Mao is also a full-fledged jounin, having taken the jump the same time as Kurenai. [UHM SECRET RELATIONSHIP YES? CUTE? I SHIP IT LIKE FEDEX?]

During Pain’s attack on the village she’s a key fighter in the battle against one of the Paths. Ultimately, she ends up dead and then resurrected by Nagato - though one of her ninjutsu manages to tear the arm off of the Path that she is fighting before getting killed. [Oooh. Does she have a dramatic death? ;)]

Time skip/Shippuuden:

Mao ends up getting a genin team foisted off on her during the time skip, much to her bewilderment. She’s fairly certain it happened one night when her and Tsunade and a few others got a little too drunk – she figures it was partly Shizune’s revenge for said incident. Said team is composed of Heiwa Inuzuka – the nephew of Ashi – Kaede Yuhi, and an orphan boy named Noboru. And, much to Mao’s amusement, Noburu is supposedly Konohamaru’s rival. She uses this as an excuse to heckle Ebisu, much to his absolute dismay. [You involve so many characters who aren’t completely main and I love it? Teasing Ebisu is great and also like a rivalry about who is the better teacher is also awesome?????? I love this?]

During the time skip Mao and Genma end up getting an apartment together, which Anko still likes to complain about and tease her for all the same. Mao proceeds to pester Kurenai about her and Asuma, which the red-eyed woman takes with a grin. [Wait wait wait when did they become exclusive to all? I need answers and a description of the reactions from friends?]

By the time the chuunin exams Shikamaru was put in charge of roll around it’s been a year since Mao had her team, so she punts them towards the Hokage building without a second thought. [DID THEYSortDO GOOD???? DID THEY MAKE MAMA MAO PROUD?]

War Arc:

Haven’t finished hashing this out completely, so barebones:

The final med screenings before going off to fight find Mao pregnant.

She panics, because she’s not ready and there’s a war

Genma is also panicked, but also relieved as that means she won’t end up on the battlefield.

She spends her free time chatting with Kurenai and cooing over Mirai, as well as heckling Karin to pass the time and keep herself distracted.

Her dream under the genjutsu is getting married to Genma, and having a home constantly visited by her friends and family.

Eventually gives birth to a little boy named Nobu.

They get married some time before Nobu turns three, and Mao ends up pregnant again.

A little girl named Ritsu.

[Sorta cliche to find out she is pregnant before the battle but hey that’s shinobi life for you. And SHE DOESN’T FIGHT IN THE WAR? WHAT. NOPE I DON’T LIKE THIS IDEA ANYMORE I NEED HER FIGHTING AND KICKING ASS. YOU MADE HER SOUND SO AWESOME AND THEN BOOM ANTI-CLIMACTIC END WITH THE WAR AND NOT FIGHTING IN IT? NO SIR-E-BOB. I mean how far along is she pregnant? If she’s under 3 months, I’m pretty sure she can fight? Like if you don’t fight, you may die anyways, so why not fight? Shinobi life? Ninja way? Let’s G-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!]

Epilogue/Chapter 700+:

Genma and Mao are living together happily with their two children, and Nobu’s crush on Mirai provides both of them great amusement. Mao still works in the T&I department, mostly handling paperwork and heckling the newbies.

[Super relaxed epilogue is super relaxed because everyone who lives to the epilogue of Naruto deserves some damn peace and quiet.]

All in all; I lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ove Mao and I need her story pronto. I really don’t see many flaws with her character. Yeah, the ending was mediocre to me with the war. And yeah why does she know how to use the Hidden Mist Technique if she is a Konoha ninja? And maybe the chakra thread too but hey it’s not that big of a deal.

Final score: 9.7/10. I’m rooting for Mao. I love the small details and after going through it all, it didn’t seem like that long of a submission? But hahahaha it is. Me likey. I want more and want a story written.

Love, Dom.

#submission #Naruto OC #mod dom #oc critique #review #mao fujioka

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Sea of Thieves Patch Notes 1.0.7 Include Private Crews and Economy Changes

The time has come once more for Sea of Thieves to undergo server maintenance, dragging many galleons and sloops down into the watery depths. The good news is that on the other side awaits a new version of the game, and with it, patch notes 1.0.7!

Included in this patch are private crews, allowing players to choose whether or not random players can join their ship. This should solve a lot of problems where a friend drops out and it’s a race to get them back in before some scallywag jumps in their now-open spot.

Another interesting inclusion is the ability to pass items between players. This should save time when out on a voyage. Now instead of rummaging around for a banana or returning to the ship, a friend can hand one over. The same applies to cannonballs and wooden planks. It's a feature we didn't know we needed!

Download Size:

Xbox One: 800MB

Xbox One X: 800MB

Windows 10: 800MB

PC players, if you’re struggling to get the patch installed, check out our guide on how to update Sea of Thieves on PC.

Features:

This Seat is Taken - Players now have two crew type options available to them, Open and Closed Crews.

Open Crews: This option works in the same way you’re used to. For the Galleon, an open crew will match four players together while also replacing players who leave during a game. For the Sloop, two players will be matched together, with a leaving player being replaced when possible.

Closed Crews: This option allows a single player to begin a game on either a Galleon or a Sloop, allowing friends to join in when they’re available. You can now play with any configuration of players up to the limit on each ship, which is 4 players on the Galleon and 2 players on the Sloop, as well as preventing non-friends from being able to join you. This option replaces the 3 player Galleon and Solo Sloop options in the Main Menu.

Coming Soon: Additional functionality coming soon for Open and Closed Crews includes the ability to dynamically switch between Open and Closed while in the game, in addition to being able to make a session fully private by preventing friends joining.

Updates:

Here, take this! - Imagine the scene, skeletons surround your crew, your crew-mate has been bitten by a snake, they have no bananas and there are no resource barrels in sight! Now you can help them CRONCH their way to full health by handing them a banana! This also works with wooden planks and cannon balls. You helpful pirate you!

Who Goes There? - When swimming underwater, gamertag and Player Titles are no longer visible. Now you can #BeMoresneakyPirate!

Now in Stock! - Imperial Sovereign Blunderbuss, Pistol, Sails, Hull and Liveries are now available to purchase in the Ancient Isles. They were incorrectly listed as available in Patch 1.0.6.

Flintlock Pistol - New sound effects for close fire and reloading the Flintlock Pistol.

Icons - Within the clothing chest, the icons to unequip all or select a random outfit have been updated.

Health Bar UI - Deciding whether to eat that banana or keep swiping your sword? You'll notice some changes to the health bar UI, fancy!

Progression and Economy Updates:

Price Changes - Greedy pirates had overpriced the Castaway Bilge Rat weapons and ship liveries. These have now been reduced. Anyone who purchased items within this set pre-price adjustment will have the difference reimbursed very soon.

Strike Gold - As Pirates rank up with the Gold Hoarders and Order of Souls trading companies, the chances of finding more valuable rewards has been increased. Say good-bye to those Castaway Chests at higher ranks!

Fixed Issues:

Players should no longer experience details of their pirate (such as hair colour / scars) looking different from their initial selection.

Players should no longer experience delayed achievements and commendations from in-game actions. During last week's maintenance window we made improvements to our servers and services which should have resolved both of the above issues. If you are still encountering the above two issues, please log a Support Ticket so we can investigate this further.

Resolved issue that sometimes showed riddle landmarks as glowing rocks.

Resolved an issue on Faithful Isle which could have prevented players from completing riddle voyages.

Bounty Captains and Crew will no longer have their names mixed up.

Gunpowder Barrels will no longer cause two explosions if detonated when being held by a player.

Loaded cannons will no longer intermittently appear unloaded when returning to the ship.

Starting Merchant voyages back to back will no longer prevent the reminder to collect crates from appearing.

When playing on wide monitors the settings menu UI will no longer have clipping issues.

Being on an Order of Souls voyage no longer causes fewer ambient skeletons to spawn.

Cannonball, wooden plank and banana crates no longer always spawn empty.

Restarting the game will no longer reset the frame rate lock option.

Fixed a collision issue on Thieves' Haven.

Equipping the Seadog Hull on a sloop will now match the preview image.

Muting all other crews will no longer mute your own crew.

The floor texture of the crows nest on the galleon now appears correctly.

Resolved a shader issue caused the balcony outside the Captain's Cabin on the galleon to appear incorrectly.

There is no longer a gap between a characters head and the Imperial Sovereign Hat when it is equipped.

Restored missing 90 fps frame rate lock option.

Performance Improvements:

Frame rates will now be more consistent during ship battles, sword fights and Kraken encounters due to visual effect optimisations.

Latency has been improved in multiple-ship and skeleton heavy scenarios due to server optimisations.

Frame rates can now be locked to 100 FPS.

[PC Only] Fixed GPU driver hangs/crashes on certain graphics devices.

[PC Only] Resolved bug which triggered Copperbeard error when alt-tabbing.

Multiple server crash fixes. Further improvements and optimisations for all platforms are ongoing.

There are a lot of great changes here, as well as a host of bug fixes and performance tweaks for console and PC players alike. While there is no mention of the Hungering Deep, it’s good to see some more cosmetic items being included in the game. You can also read the Sea of Thieves patch notes for 1.0.7 over on the Sea of Thieves site.

Make sure to sail by the Shacknews Sea of Thieves Guide and Walkthrough for more information and voyage tips!

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