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seadragon-sailing · 2 years

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{anon from @spoocysfunhouse }

Who'd you think would win in a fight? Jim Hawkins, Kyung or do they both settle on a draw?

Ah, yes! The age old question of which of the two martial arts would win... Karate vs. Kung Fu!

Let's do a quick run-down on what I've personally dug up that drew me to a headcanon on what the outcome would be!

Karate: A “hard” martial art, linear and offensive, relies on physical power when blocking and straight-forward striking techniques.

Kung Fu: A “soft” martial art, circular and defensive, relies on shifting the weight of the opponent and lateral movements.

Jim’s Advantages: More powerful brute force strikes, fast striking speed, extensive knowledge of the art.

Jim’s Disadvantages: May not be able to strike hard enough to damage Kyung, may spend more energy blocking and more energy attacking.

Kyung’s Advantages: Iron body status, more experience using her kung fu in battle, endurance.

Kyung’s Disadvantages: Less chances of attacking unless countering, main goal is to stop not attack her opponent, may spend more energy dodging and blocking.

Aaaaand the big reveal on who I think would win... *DRUM ROLL*

I think it's a draw. That's also a conclusion that a lot of my searches ended with too, so I think it's safe to say that these two are on more-or-less even playing fields. Though if you ask Kyung her opinion, she'd think that Jim won.

#spoocysfunhouse #[Return To Treasure Island!AU]#jim hawkins #return to treasure island #treasure island oc #treasure island 1988 #ostrov sokrovishch #[My Art]

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cataperat · 6 months

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A Quick Guide to Basic Martial Arts Kicks (that will hopefully make your character look cool)

For the record, I did karate for 2 years when I was seven.

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Look, I know the feeling. You're sitting there, on your laptop or phone or whatever, and trying to type an action scene that won't bore your readers. As much as I love fights in movies, many in books are just... yawn-worthy. Skippable.

Lemme tell you, if your action scene is three pages long your readers are going to skip it.

BUT you can make it a bit more bearable (and perhaps interesting) by looking like you know sh*t as you're typing it (unlike me). And most martial arts websites are good for telling you how to do a kick, not what it's about.

Which is why I made this guide, to help the struggling writers and occasional martial artists on Tumblr alike.

Use this guide wisely.

Note: YouTube link for short tutorial/demonstration is in the title

Axe kick

Used in many martial arts (mainly Taekwondo)

Lots of practice to learn

Kick downward with straight leg

Attacks the opponent’s head, collarbone, shoulders, or chest

Used in many situations (sparring, self-defense, etc.)

Back Kick (note that you don’t always have to add a jump)

Used in many martial arts (Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Karate, Muay Thai, Mixed Martial Arts, and Kickboxing)

Used in many situations (self-defense, sparring, etc.)

Primary target is middle section, secondary is head

Speed is very important

Crescent Kick

Used in Taekwondo, Karate, etc. (many different styles)

Targets core section–lower abdominals, hips, glutes, hamstrings, calf, and lower back

Important to stabilize back foot, rotate hip, and aim for wrist

Crescent kicks aren’t really that strong–main goal is to disarm opponent

Front Kick

Gets power from glutes, lower abs, etc.

Good for delivering fast kick when fighting in a forward position

Targets below the chest: stomach, thighs, groin, knees, etc.

If you’re good enough you can strike it at the head (but pretty rare)

Keeps enemy from punching range (so they can’t use their fists)

Push Kick (also known as Lead teep)

Most commonly used in Muay Thai

Used to create space/push attacker off-balance–basically clear opponent’s defense

Sometimes can be defensive though (blocks opponent’s forward momentum)

Targets the head, chest, shoulders, and stomach

Also hips, abs, thigh, and solar plexus (although not as common)

Gets power from mainly driving the hips forward

Striking area: flat of the foot

Roundhouse kick

Targets hips, ribs, and head (depends on flexibility though)

Hip rotation + snapping of the leg forward gives power

Can cause damage

Damages severely ribs → causes opponent to quit

Throws opponent off balance

Unexpected because it comes from the side

One of the most common + effective kicks

Used in many martial arts

Side Kick

Powerful but slower than other kicks

Usually used for self-defense

Can be done with either rear or front leg

Targets mainly lower body but sometimes head too

Quads, glutes, and outer thighs

Strong core prevents over rotation

#writing #fanfic writing #guide #writing guide #writing tip #martial arts #self defense #look idk what to tag this #um yeah enjoy i guess

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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Mike Barnes/Chubby!Reader Headcanons

(I literally have so much of this shit- I have a whole story line and everything- I have addiction to Mike Barnes) (Unedited)( @gemini-sensei )

•Mike met his wife in the early 90s, his karate career was slowly fading after the championship, Silver basically helped to tarnish his name in the media and karate world after not helping him succeed in taking down Daniel LaRusso. Life wasn’t going his way by a long shot and he was pissed about it. He spent most of his days clubbing, living it up as much as he could. It was rough.

•They met by complete accident, a huge misunderstanding. Mike was almost completely plastered in the middle of the night. The club he was at kicked him out and he was strolling around, to drunk out of his mind to get behind the wheel. He came across a shitty dinner, big neon lights, dim lights inside, place smelled like twenty years of cigarette smoke. Of course he went in to get the most nasty grease filled burger they had. It helped clear his head or a moment. When something or more like someone was pushed into his booth right on top of him, he was both stunned and pissed, his brain dizzy from the liquid from earlier.

•At first he was going to go off, cuss the person out and then beat their ass for getting in his space. That flew out the window when his eyes focused and he was meet with cleavage right in his face. Big breasts where directly in front of his face, inches away from having his nose buried in tits. Thick thighs where pushed against him.

“I’m so sorry!”

Laugher was heard from behind her, two roughed up guys laughed loudly while pointing at her. Even in his drunk state Mike knew that the women had been pushed into his booth.

•After that a drunken fight followed but surprisingly Mike wasn’t kicked out, the two assholes where. He went back to eating when the women who had been pushed into him came up. She was a bit shy but straight forward when it came to trying to apologize for falling on him. He got a better look at her and he suddenly wasn’t all that mad about it.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Sit with me.”

It was the most simple and probably “un-Barnes” thing to say and do, but the words just came out. She flushed a little in her chubby cheeks before sitting down on the other side of the booth. They chatted for a few hours even after Mike was done eating.

•After that it because a habit of his, get slightly less drunk then that night and then head over to the dinner. Weekends turned into week days, that turned into months. He quickly became infatuated with the chubby girl who frequented the dinner during late nights. He always looked out for her. He started to try and court her not long after. Their relationship slowly grew into something more as time went on.

•He took notes on everything she said, about her life and job, her hobbies. He tried to learn everything he could about her. She was very open which only fueled his growing love for her. She was extremely sweet and kind but could also put her foot down while was also a plus. And man was her laugh was intoxicating. Maybe that’s why by month five of knowing her he stopped going to the clubs to get wasted and then going to see her. He wanted a clear mind when going to talk to her.

•She learned pretty early on about his karate past and his career. He was surprised when she didn’t have any unkind words about it or suddenly became a grupie. She actually thought it was pretty cool and made him show her some of his moves. He smirked at her the first time they went on the mat together. He talked her into letting him teach her a few moves for fun, if only felt better when she put up one hell of a fight on the mat. But of course he was more experienced and got the upper hand, pinning her to the mat. At first he thought she would cry or pout about it, but when she laughed at him he couldn’t help but smile at her.

•A year later they where officially dating and it was the best decision he had ever made. The brewing hate for his past karate career was fading, turning back into love for the art. But it was only because of his girlfriends constant pushing to revaluate his feelings on the matter. The bonding he did with her on the mat only solidified the love he had for the art and his love for her, karate was forever going to be apart of him, it was up to him if he was going to let the bad past of it haunt him and ruin what it had going for his life now.

•About three years later, into the mid 90s, he finally popped the question and married her. The wedding was small but lush. They spent their time together wisely, in each other’s arms. Later that same year he found himself under the wing of a top furniture king of LA. He learned about the furniture trade inside and out, the the actual making to the wear house to the show floor. His wife would later work by his side, the two of them being in the top level of the furniture game. His boss even letting him open his own building.

•Life was good for a while. Rough patches happened family wise, his love for his wife never dying and hers for him. But time went on and there family didn’t grow, not as much as they wanted it too. His wife was devastated for the rest of the 90s, Barnes was the only one keeping her together, his own heart breaking. During the early 2000s is when all of that changed, a stroke of luck as he would put it later on. Their family grew within a year. Life was great.

-of course 2018 started to happen and things started to get interesting for him once again-

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #mike barnes #karate kid mike barnes #mike barnes headcanon #mike barnes x chubby! reader #chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #mike barnes x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #plus size reader

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freebooter4ever · 5 months

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You worry about the theoretical possibility of someone hitting your guys the way trouba hits everyone else instead of worrying about the not-theoretical guys he puts on IR multiple times a season?

He’s a real problem now, not just in your imaginary world where he’s on any other team.

So it sounds like you might really really dislike troubs, and if you don't want to block me the other option is blacklisting "NYR" - tumblr makes it really easy, and i am usually very careful to tag all my r*ngers reblogs/posts with that. I myself have one specific player's name blacklisted because just seeing it triggers me into anger. (discussion of the physical part of hockey got long, under tag)

There's two options: full tag, and also in the body of the post so tumblr will filter out ALL posts with that word. But it won't hide the posts it just gives a nice greyed out warning so you don't have to see it. Trust me, its great, it's the only way i got through having that asshole on my favorite team for a few months. (and you can still click to unhide the post, like say when geno is defending the pens goalie and swatting the asshole player like a fly and you want to reblog the gif)

For a direct response to your second point: troubs' hits were legal. I'm not afraid of him being traded to another team, i am quite literally afraid of another similar hitter on an oposing team taking retribution by landing a similarly legal hit on our forwards. I feel like troubs style leads to escalation and thats what worries me. like troubs targeting vulnerable mistakes of oposing forwards is putting a giant target on our own forward's backs.

BUT im a wimp. Always have been, i know this about myself. I dont like contact sports. I will watch football but not closely, i absolutely despise boxing, and even wrestling is pushing it sometimes. My formative years were spent in a karate dojo that emphasized self defence always. I excelled at kata and bunkai, but put me in the sparring ring and i wilt. One of my most distinct memories when i was 13 or 14 and shooting up taller than a weed was being forced to spar with this obnoxious teenage guy a head shorter than me. He had something to prove and landed an illegal punch on my nose. I was so mad i took that kid down with almost full force and then ran to the bathroom and bled all over my pristine white expensive cotton gi and cried like a baby and didnt come out till one of the women senseis sat with me and calmed me down. They never forced me into the sparring ring again after that, lol. what im saying is i dont like fights. If I had my way we would eric-bittle-ify hockey and checking wouldn't be a thing.

BUT with hockey im trying to be more open minded and understand how this fits into the game. And learn to appreciate it in addition to how much i admire the speed, and strategy, and more refined aspects of the game. Some parts i dont think i'll ever understand: like the borderline illegal hits, or the ones that are legal but extremely dangerous like the one that gave the poor penguin defense man a concussion during his first big league game. Now i have not been watching long but i have heard that troubs has hit sid in the past? I dont know anything about it, i dont think i want to. If it happened again? Yeah troubs might end up on my blacklist. But for now he's still the captain of the team, and the team genuinely seems to appreciate troubs very loyal very aggressively defensive phsyical style of play.

But also i mean, trochk picked on geno for like three games straight last season, and i dont think geno was even injured, but ive lowkey hated trochk ever since and have a hard time rooting for trochk as much as the rest of the guys on the team so lol dont hold me to any loyalties.

#Theres always gonna be players who you are going to dislike #blacklist is your friend trust me

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larabiatasstuff · 1 year

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Can you do when we where part of cobra kai as a teenager back during kk3 and was also dating terry and somehow we get separated and time skip to ck we are a teacher and somehow get reunited

Everything was perfect, I was at the Cobra Kai dojo for my weekly karate training. I was always excited for the class cause the handsome sensei was my boyfriend. Everything went well between the two of us and I was the happiest girl alive. "Should I drive you home babe?" Terry said hugging me from behind "No it's okay, you can't always find excuses to get away from the paperwork. We have the whole weekend, just the two of us." Terry smiled "I can't wait babe. I call you later." with that I left the dojo and made my way home. I noticed immediately that something was off cause my parents already greeted me when I entered the house. "Honey we have to talk. Your dad got a job offer and we have to move." my dad got up and put a hand on my shoulder "We move tomorrow. Please pack your stuff honey." I felt tears welling in my eyes "But what about my school, what is with Cobra Kai and Terry?" "Honey..." began my mom but I didn't listen, I ran out of the house straight back to the dojo. "Hey babe miss me already? What happened? Why are you crying?" he said holding me close. "We move Terry, my dad got a job offer and... We move tomorrow." his eyes got wide "Tomorrow? Okay I'm coming with you, no matter where you going..." I looked at him and shook my head "Terry no, you can't leave everything here. Your students need you. I love you so much Terry Silver and I will never forget you."

Time skip

I was late, really late to the job interview. When I finally found the building I rushed to the reception. "Hello, I have a job interview for the assistant position." "Oh that's with me." a male voice sounded behind me. I turned around and froze "Terry? Terry Silver?" his eyes went wide "Y/N? My god we haven't seen each other for years. Cancel all my appointments I have things to take care of. " Terry said to the receptionist. He guided me into his office, we both sat down and talked. "You look amazing Y/N you didn't change very much." he smiled at me "Still quite a charmer thank you. But look at you you're a silver fox." Terry laughed "Yes I think I am you don't like it?" "No it suits you very well." we sat there and talked what felt like an eternity. "So I see you'd be perfect for the job and I'd love to have you work for me. But I have one final question before I decide to hire you." "And what would that be?" Terry leaned forward "Are you still doing karate?" I nodded "Actually I was a sensei myself before I came back here." Terry gave me a wide grin "Come on, I wanna show you something." we went to his car and after ten minutes we arrived at the Cobra Kai dojo. "No! Oh my god Terry that feels like coming home." We got out of the car and entered the dojo. I took off my shoes and got on the mat. "What do say, should we do a little one versus one?" "Let's see what you got Sensei Silver." we both got in position and started to 'fight' each other. I was distracted for just a second and he brought me down on my back. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Terry asked "Yes of course god I missed this, all of this." he looked into my eyes. "I missed you too Y/N. All those years without you,were hard. I thought I'd never see you again." I softly stroke his cheek "But I'm back, I'm here and I will not leave you again." he didn't waste time and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Tears running over both of our faces. "Please Y/N, please be mine again. I promise you won't regret it." Terry said "Yes there's nothing I would want more."

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #sensei targaryen #cobra kai #kk3

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oogaboogaspookyman · 1 year

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Friday Night Fightin’ Character Fighting Styles

(With Descriptions)

Boyfriend: Street Brawling

Brawling or street fighting refers to the lack of a fighting style, but the capability to still fight. While having little formal training, if any, street fighters have instead honed their ability fighting on the streets illegally. And since there are no rules in a street fight, they can use weapons, classic or improvised weapons. As well as dirty fighting techniques like eye gouging, eye poking, groin hits, temple hits, throat locks, and other potentially fatal moves.

Girlfriend: Koppojutsu

Koppojutsu teaches its students how to attack directly to the core of a threat. On the simplest, and purely physical level, this means attacking an enemy's skeletal system (the core frame of his body). When the bone structure of the opponent is compromised, he loses the ability to use his body properly, and the ability to breathe and think properly due to the high degree of pain caused by each attack. But most importantly, they have lost completely the will to fight. To accomplish these strikes, precise weak points are targeted, sometimes with the thumbs or fingers; therefore, the strikes themselves do not damage the skeleton, but rather manipulate it into a position of weakness. This can be done with both hard striking techniques and grappling techniques, such as throws, joint locks and so forth.

Pico: Taekwondo

Taekwondo combines combat and self-defense techniques with sport and sparring. It is characterized by its emphasis on speed and agility, with head-height kicks, jumping and spinning kicks, and fast kicking techniques. To facilitate fast turning kicks, Taekwondo generally adopts stances that are narrower and hence less stable than the broader, wide stances used by martial arts such as Karate. In the characteristics of Taekwondo, almost all kicks can be executed, such as jump kicks, spin kicks, jump spin kicks, or multi-rotational spin kicks, and can also be performed by either the front or rear leg in a given stance. Hand strikes are performed at a close distance in a number of ways: from standing, jumping, spinning, and rushing forward. Various surfaces of the hand may be engaged as the striking surface depending on which area of the opponent's body is being targeted.

Daddy Dearest: Savate

Unlike other kickboxing styles, Savate as a sport restricts the use of knees or shins and more so prioritizes on foot-kicking techniques towards an opponent's vital areas. Hand-striking techniques are mainly derived from western boxing. Savate also utilizes combinations when fighting opponents, combining both punches and kicks together to lower the opponent's guard in hopes of revealing a weakness. Only four types of punches are allowed in Savate; the direct bras avant (jab), direct bras arriere (straight), crochet (hook) and the uppercut. Additionally only four types of kicks are allowed; the fouette (roundhouse), chasse (piston-kick), reverse (reverse hooking kick) and the coup de pied bas (low kick). One of the most well-known and slightly controversial techniques of Savate is the chasse-bas (known more widely as the 'oblique kick'), in which a practitioner drives their heel into the opponent's upper leg. The self-defense variation of Savate is known as Savate de Rue, which additionally teaches knees, headbutts, throws and clinch techniques.

Mommy Mearest: Xin Yi Liu He Quan

Xin Yi Liu He Quan is considered one of the most powerful and fighting-oriented styles among other Chinese Martial Arts, and for a long time it has been known as "the most cruel of Chinese martial arts". It focuses on short, fast and powerful movements to neutralize the opponent. Xin Yi Liu He Quan is based on ten animal forms (Bear, Eagle, Snake, Tiger, Dragon, Chicken, Horse, Swallow, Goshawk, Monkey), which are organized into different routines. The term "Liu He" means "Six Harmonies" and refers to the six harmonies of the body: three external harmonies and three internal harmonies combinations resulting in a total of six (Liu) combinations. Externally one should combine hands with feet, elbows with knees and shoulders with the joints of the hips, while internally one should integrate and combine heart (Xin) with intent (Yi), intent with energy (Qi) and energy with strength (Li). These combinations should be combined to deliver force to all parts of the body and all the way out to palms and feet.

Cool

#the johnlocsin weirdness

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goldenhydreigon47 · 1 year

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Friday Night Fightin’ Character Fighting Styles

(With Descriptions)

Boyfriend: Street Brawling

Girlfriend: Koppojutsu

Pico: Taekwondo

Daddy Dearest: Savate

Mommy Mearest: Xin Yi Liu He Quan

Okay but what does Faker use?

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vsmassl · 2 months

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The following was posted on instagram where nobody read it. I was told to post it on tumblr to get more attention.

This is three chapters from my story Project Violence.

Three bootleg demigods escape from their confinement in order to destroy the world.

Any criticism is welcome.

… also, two things. This is straight copy paste from my instagram, that includes other authors notes. This might be converted into comic form.

TW:

Extreme Gore, Human Body Horror, Animal Body Horror, Violence, Descriptions of Puke and Other Bodily Fluids, Cussing, Acts of Fictional Terrorism, Utter Disrespect, Very Stupid Lines, Deaths of Important Religious and Mythological Figures, Descriptions of Panic and Loss.

Author’s Notes

(TA) is just my initials. I placed them throughout this every couple paragraphs to avoid copyright. Just ignore it if you see it. Personally I don’t think this is that annoying, but if it turns out that this story’s been copied at all I’ll probably make this far, far more intrusive. I don’t like to do that, that’s what’s put me off of reading indie books in the past.

IF YOU PLAGIARIZE ME, I WILL PURSUE YOU LEGALLY!!! Don’t do it.

I’m excited for the future.

Anyway:

PROJECT VIOLENCE

By Tytzin S. Alexander

For the last 60 years, the people of New Moon haven’t had to worry about electricity, as during this time, the people have utilized “Project Violence”. Project Violence involved the capture of two gods of war, and the transmutation of their powers into a new human’s soul. Since the transmutation, two men have been fighting in a small underground bunker for their whole lives.

Jujitsu, Boxing, Kung-Fu, Taekwondo, Karate, Lua, Barbarian. Every style of martial arts, every style of weapon usage, every style of fighting these two have mastered to a far greater degree than their original god-like forms. (TA)

Each and every punch, each and every kick, electricity is generated under their feet. As their muscles become stronger, and their blows become more powerful, more energy is gained for the people of New Moon.

However, the people of New Moon became greedy, so they captured a third god of war. Now, instead of transmuting the god of war into a new human, they experimented with what would happen if they used an older human. One who had grasped concepts of life outside of fighting. (TA)

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He grunted and moaned as he looked down at his shin, which was poking towards the sky. Blood dripped from his fingers and toes, black goo dripped out a hole in his eye. As he looked up, the other guy was preparing another attack. Running towards him at breakneck speed, it was clear that he was gonna go for a jump kick. To avoid this, he swiftly dashed out the way and followed up with a pecking hand attack aiming for the other guy’s neck.

However, though the other guy wasn’t able to move out of the way in time, he was able to redirect his attack. Instead of hitting the other guy’s neck, he instead stabbed directly through his heart. (TA)

The other guy roared in pain and then grabbed his arm and dug his fingers into his skin, then making sure to grab onto the veins, he ripped his arms out wide, and dragged a line of vein and another line of nerves out of his skin.

He screamed in pain, and then opened his mouth, and sunk his teeth into the other guy’s nose, and forcefully ripped it clean off. (TA)

In response to this, the other guy still was holding his veins and a line of nerves, so he began spinning around at an insane speed, and slowly, his veins and nerves were being ripped out his body. About 10 seconds later, they were spinning at the speed of sound, and a large section of his veins, plus a huge portion of his nerves were exposed.

He flops onto the ground, about to die, and then the other guy runs forward and with a leaping kick, breaks his spine in two. And then for a moment, he just stood there, and looked down at his chest, seeing the big hole made in his heart. Suddenly, he felt himself going limp, fell to the ground, and bled out. (TA)

But then something strange happened. Hundreds of hands protruded from both of their mouths, and began to repair their injuries.

No less than 10 minutes later, the both stood back up, all of their injuries gone. Slowly, those hundreds of hands retreated back into their mouths and disappeared. Now they stared into each other’s eyes and began to circle, ready to fight once more. (TA)

Without injuries, they could be easily recognized. Both of them had to be at least 12 feet tall, and were as wide as a semi-truck. Both of them, seemingly made of steel, had not an ounce of fat on their bodies. The only things that were different about the two were their names, skin color, and hair.

The people of New Moon named them after the gods for which they once were. Tyr and Mars. (TA)

Tyr had white skin and silver hair which dripped all the way down his abdomen.

Mars had black skin and an afro which reached 3 feet above his head.

As they both circled around one another, intently staring into each other’s glowing red eyes, they waited for a certain spark in either of their pupils. They both knew exactly what to watch for, and both were easily patient enough to wait. (TA)

And the moment they saw the spark:

Each of them dashed toward each other. Tyr jumped in the air and directed himself towards Mars, and then pointed both his feet directly at where he knew the two would touch. Mars slid on the ground, and directed himself towards Tyr, and then pointed the palms of his hands directly at where he knew the two would touch. (TA)

Upon impact, Mars’ hands exploded as Tyr’s legs went straight through them and his left foot became locked into Mars’ jaw. Mars then bit down on his foot as if to anchor him, and then did a backflip causing Tyr’s face to smash directly into the concrete floor.

As Tyr attempted to stand back up Mars jumped into the air and pointed his feet perfectly flat towards Tyr’s arms, and when he landed, Tyr’s arms were only slightly bashed, but Tyr got them out of the way before Mars could do serious damage. Then Mars attempted to headbutt Tyr while he was down. (TA)

However just before the headbutt landed Tyr had moved out of the way and was suddenly on top of Mars, so he grabbed Mars’ head with his legs and smashed it down on the exact same place where Tyr himself just was.

But Mars moved with the smash, and was able to flip himself around and point his legs straight forward in order to crush Tyr with his legs. However, by the time Mars was at a 180 degree angle in the air, Tyr had already moved away, thus causing Mars to land and break his abdomen. (TA)

Mars stood up, upside down letting his arms carry him. Now, flipped over he ran towards Tyr, and before Tyr could react, he pointed his elbows towards his face and… he stood there, in mid-air, directly in front of Tyr’s face. Confusion filled his face as he didn’t know what was going on, and a shocked expression shown on Tyr’s face didn’t necessarily help in this situation. Suddenly, Mars felt something digging into his back, and wrapping around his spine, and Mars was so terrified that he couldn’t move or stop it in any way, and once this thing was entirely around his spine, Mars felt himself being flung backwards and towards the ground.

And then Mars hit the ground, and his whole back along with his ribcage split open as he landed, blood went everywhere, including in his eyes. Though, it was at this moment where he knew he saw something strange. A shadow of a small man. (TA)

Tyr backed roughly 10 feet away from the small man when he slammed Mars into the ground. Tyr didn’t know what to think, the only person he ever knew was Mars, for there to be a third human was just not something Tyr ever thought of. For a moment after slamming Mars the small man stood up and his eyes darted towards Tyr. Tyr felt a wave of terror, something he’s never felt before crossing over his whole body. Not knowing what to do, Tyr then ran towards the small man with all his might, and threw a flurry of punches only to have all of them miss, but this was intended, as many of the punches are supposed to miss, forcing his movement to be entirely unpredictable.

Or so he thought. (TA)

Suddenly, Tyr felt both his arms being grabbed, and his flurry of punches ceased, only for him to be face to face with this small man. And then the small man spoke. His breath stank the air around his face.

“I assume your godliness at least gives you the ability to understand human languages.”

Tyr did indeed understand what he was saying, but it’s not like he could talk back. (TA)

“You savages aren’t what I thought you to be. Guess this means you can only win fair fights.”

Tyr was too shocked to get angry here, but he had to do something about this guy’s fingers digging into his arms. So, he lifted up his leg, and kicked the small man backwards towards a wall, and then used the blood pouring from the holes into his arms as a distraction, and he threw his blood towards the small man.

Upon letting the blood leave his body, he looked to the right, where he could see Mars lying on the ground with hands currently repairing his body. He knew he had to survive until Mars was fully repaired. (TA)

A flood of blood moved towards the small man at breakneck speed, upon seeing it, the small man dashed towards the source, and straight towards Tyr. Tyr saw this coming though, and twisted his body to prepare for an attack. The moment the small man ended up in range, Tyr threw his leg out like a spring and kicked the small man’s chest so hard his leg ended up centimeters from his heart, and then his leg was stuck in the small man’s rib cage.

(TA) Then, the small man grabbed his leg, hugging it tight with both arms, and began to spin Tyr around and around. This lasted for 3 rotations, until Tyr got a hold of one of the hands protruding from Mars, and he slammed Mars’ body against the small man’s head, which allowed him to get his leg free. And then, he tossed Mars to the side and ran towards the small man, fully expecting the small man to gain his bearings and dash behind Tyr, which he expected to spot on. Behind Tyr’s back, the muscles in the small man’s hand cracked as they tightened to the point where his hand was more like a rapier. The small man aimed his hand directly into Tyr’s lungs, and spiked his hand forwards about to stab Tyr. But Tyr suddenly face planted directly into the ground, in order to drag his face across the ground as he turned 180 degrees, and then rose back up and punched the small man directly in the jaw, causing the small man’s tongue to be ejected from his mouth and on to Tyr’s other fist, to which he held his tongue in his hand for a moment, before punching and shoving his hand into the small man’s mouth, and dropping his tongue down his throat. (TA)

Tyr then backed up for a moment to rest. His eyes burned and his arms were sore. He blinked for only a moment when suddenly the small man was nowhere to be seen, and upon turning around neither was Mars. Tyr however, only questioned it for a moment, as he began to feel light headed. Once again he blinked, and this time he was lying on his back. He could see the faint shadow of a person above him before he fell asleep.

“Weak!”, the small man shouted as he was about to land on Tyr’s head.

But then, from his left out of nowhere two feet bashed into his hips. The small man didn’t even get a chance to brace for impact, and his ribcage broke entirely under immense pressure, and then he went flying rightward, smashing into a wall as his right arm and leg were flattened and his flesh turned to paste. On that very wall, which would normally glow a blue color from a regular hit, an explosion happened, and all the lights in the room suddenly went out. (TA)

Lying on the ground next to Tyr, Mars’ broken feet twitched and writhed uncontrollably with pain. He sat up just a little bit to see the small man completely broken, hands beginning to emerge from his mouth. Then, he lied back down and hands emerged from his own mouth.

When he awoke, the small man was celebrating. (TA)

“Yes, Yes! I can’t believe it, it actually happened. These corporate fools don’t know what’s coming for ‘em!” The small man shouted.

Mars just stood there, confused, and as he stood there, he looked to his left to see Tyr also standing there, equally as confused. Then, the small man turned around and saw the two standing there. (TA)

Now, Tyr and Mars got a real good look at the small man. He had to be around six feet tall and skinny to the point he looked malnourished. He had pale white skin. His fingernails were sharp enough to chop raw meat, his hair was in the shape of a man-bun, and his eyes matched the deep red of the other two.

“I’m so sorry for earlier, I had to act hostile in order for my plan to work. My name’s Ares, and those people up above trapped all of us in here, forced us to make energy for their gain. You’ve been here for the last 60 years, instead of fighting each other, how do you two feel about fighting everyone else for a change!?!” (TA)

Mars and Tyr stood there in complete and utter silence.

Ares then walked over to one of the walls, and punched it, breaking his hand in the process. “See, the only thing stopping us from this, are the 80 inch thick steel walls that separate us from the rest of the world. I personally aren’t strong enough to break these walls but someone of your power might just be able to-”

Before he could finish that sentence, Mars walked over to the wall Ares had just attempted to break, and destroyed the entire thing in a single hit. (TA)

The face Ares made was a mix of disbelief and happiness.

“Well that just about sums it up doesn’t it? You two must be so bored of fighting each other all this time.” (TA)

“Mars, Tyr. Please, follow me and together, we’ll destroy the world.”

Day 1 -12:00 AM

Kamapua’a

–

The only chance they had was to walk in one direction, as the room they came from was linked to a hallway, and at the end of that hallway was a massive door that seemed to open when they got close. Through that door, within a long hallway stood a person… no. Through that door stood an animal. A large animal-person that guarded a thick metal door. (TA)

Upon entering the room, Ares immediately seemed to recognize it.

“Kamapua’a,” he called it.

Kamapua’a’s a 17-foot-tall pink colored anthropomorphic pig with a small top hat on the top of his head, and a casual t-shirt and pants. On his sides, he carries two silver-colored revolvers, with the names ``Mom”, and “Dad”, etched into each one. (TA)

Upon every step he takes, his whole-body jiggles and shakes, as if his skeleton is far underneath hundreds of layers of fat. It’s almost to the point where his tiny pig feet shouldn’t be able to carry that much weight.

Kamapua’a spoke without an ounce of fear in his deep, growly pig voice. “You three best turn around this instant.”, he grumbled. His hoof was caressing the handle of his “Mom” gun. “I don’t want to have to kill you three, nor do I want you to kill me. There’s a whole lot of innocent people past this point.”

All three of them stood there, staring at this massive pig. Then Tyr took a step forward, and Kamapua’a pulled out his gun. “You must not know what this thing is. It’s a gun, if I fire it, you’ll die.” Kamapua’a said. “If you don’t want to die, then get back.” (TA)

Tyr took another step forward, and suddenly his head exploded followed by a loud “bang”. As he fell to the ground, human arms began to climb out his neck hole, and Ares rushed forward and to the left faster than Kamapua’a could react. While his attention was pointed towards Ares momentarily, Mars was already in his face, and a sudden blow to Kamapua’a’s side sent him flying to the left towards Ares.

Ares ran behind Kamapua'a and punched him in the back of his skull, however his punch was dampened by his rubbery skin. Kamapua’s whole body shook as the energy went through it, however his bones and nerves were unaffected. (TA)

Kamapua’a turned around and fired his pistol at the moment he saw human skin, but the shot missed and the bullet flew into a curtain on the wall next to the door. Suddenly, a massive hand gripped his whole face, and he felt himself propelling towards the ground at some insane speed. He felt as the skin on the back of his head was ripped away having been made soft by Ares’ attack.

Mars, who’s hand was currently on Kamapua’a’s face, splayed out his other hand and with all his might, punched Kamapua’a’s stomach. Though it didn’t get that far, his hand dug at least an inch deep into his blubber. Now, he picked Kamapua’a up and tossed him towards the ceiling, a hand print dug deep into his face, and a broken fingernail stuck out of his eye.

Ares, who was hanging on the ceiling, pushed off of it with his feet pointing towards Kamapua’a’s spine, but even as he made impact with his body, noticeably his kick had no effect, at least not a visible one. Kamapua’a just fell back down to the ground. Mars had already moved out the way, and both Ares and Mars gathered back close to Tyr, who was just barely about to be fully healed. (TA)

Kamapua’a stood fully up. There was a bruise on his stomach, and a hand exploded out of his mouth, grabbed the fingernail, healed his eye, and went straight back into his mouth, completely disappearing. Kamapua’a then began to speak; “I think you two might realize… the only reason I’m the one who guards you, is because you can’t do enough damage to kill me, and you sure as hell ain’t getting past me.”, he said, “even when that third motherfucker stands up, you ain’t killin me. So you may as well just go back to your container, and call it a day.”

Kamapua’a pointed his gun at Mars’ face, but Mars paid him no mind. He was more focused on Tyr, who was almost fully healed from the initial gunshot. Ares stared at the two, and for a moment, he thought the journey was already over. That was at least until he looked at Mars’ mouth and saw something moving inside. Realizing Mars had a plan, he turned his attention towards Kamapua’a, who seemed afraid to fire his weapon. (TA)

“Now you three hurry up and head back…”, Kamapua’a repeated, but other messages were going on in his head, “What the hell? He isn’t even paying attention to me? I have a gun, I just blasted his friend. He knows what it does to people, and it’s not like he’s invincible towards bullets. I know for a fact he can understand me, but instead he chooses to ignore me… His power is growing, he’s getting ready for an attack. I know this, but I think he knows that I know this. If I shoot him, it’ll give him about half a second to where he’ll be able to launch an attack and I’ll be defenseless.” Kamapua’a thought.

Just as Ares realized what Mars was doing, Mars spat out an object, and it flew towards his hand at some insane speed. Only a fraction of a second passed before Kamapua’a fired his gun. Mars then turned his gaze straight towards the bullet, and tilted his head slightly. The bullet missed his head and instead flew through his afro and out the other side. Mars then tightly gripped the object in his hand, and a cracking sound was produced. Mars then opened up his hand and threw out some sort of dust straight into Kamapua’a’s eyes, blinding Kamapua’a. After which Mars ran towards Kamapua’a and formed his hand into a fist before giving Kamapua’a a right hook punch straight in the nose. He punched Kamapua’a so hard that his eyes popped out of his face and the back of his brain turned to mush as his nose folded into his skull taking up space for his brain to move. (TA)

Kamapua’a then gathered his senses slightly and fired 2 more times at the closest possible point blank range to Mars, but Mars simply moved and twitched his body in such a way that the bullets simply flew past him and into the wall behind him. Mars then switched his stance, and gave Kamapua’a a left hook punch to the right of his skull. The punch caused guts and blood to flood out of Kamapua’a’s left ear and onto the floor, only a single string of brain matter hung out of his ear. Then, because Kamapua’s mouth was open from all the damage, Mars grabbed Kamapua’a’s tongue and ripped it out with all his strength, with it came his esophagus and a piece of his stomach. Then, he folded it all up, crushed it, and stuck it all back into Kamapua’a’s mouth-hole.

Still, despite his injuries being so severe, Kamapua’a’s head flew backwards on his own accord, dodging another attack from Mars. Kamapua’a gained his bearings, flipped his gun around and swung it at Mars’ face, only for Ares to run past the two, holding Kamapua’a’s arm, breaking it. (TA)

After which, Mars reaches to the back of Kamapua’a’s head and pulls it towards his knee, but to avoid this attack Kamapua’a moves his body in such a way to where the attack only hits his fatty skin and not his skull. But, Ares already moved in the direction Kamapua’a moved his skull, and he kicked Kamapua’a, hitting straight bone with his attack and breaking his skull into pieces.

Now, Kamapua’a starts to fall over, and is about to end up flat on the ground before suddenly, Tyr runs right in between the two and uppercuts Kamapua’a with all his strength sending Kamapua’a standing straight back up. After which Tyr throws an attack straight to Kamapua’a’s stomach that doesn’t seem to do much damage, followed by Ares who sharpens his hands and digs into Kamapua’a’s chest, stabbing into his heart, followed by Mars who shoves his fist into the hole dug by Ares and rips out one of Kamapua’a’s ribs before passing it to Tyr, who uses it as a baseball bat, swinging it down below and breaking Kamapua’a’s legs. However, just before Kamapua’a could fully fall down, Mars grips his whole face once again, and Tyr moves behind Kamapua’a and digs into his back, opening up a hole to which Tyr uses to rip out Kamapua’a’s spine for which he just tosses it aside. Then, Mars drops Kamapua’a, his body flopping around like a bowl of Jello. (TA)

The three all look at eachother, and begin walking towards the door adjacent from where they came.

A voice then rang out from behind them, a far different sounding voice from Kamapua’a’s.

“Wait.”, it said. The trio turned themselves around just to see a faceless being made of flesh and fungus who’s taken the form of a woman halfway emerged from Kamapua’a’s corpse’s mouth. On her arms, are grafted two assault rifles covered in a white flesh. Kamapua’a’s corpse then begins to stand back up despite all the broken bones. As it’s standing up, one of the assault rifles misfires, hitting the ground and digging at least 3 inches deep through straight concrete, and a small mushroom grows from out of the hole almost instantly. The moment the corpse fully stands up, she points both assault rifles at the trio, and begins blasting. (TA)

All three gods take immediate evasive maneuvers. Ares starts running on a wall, whilst Mars runs to the right of that thing, and Tyr runs to the left. All three of them circle the creature without a single one of them getting close. Everytime they’re nearly about to be hit by a bullet, they’re able to dodge it and continue on their path. The reason none of them get close is clear; the creature is excreting spores, spores that seem to not move away from around 5 feet from the creature.

As the walls continue to get shot up, more mushrooms continue spawning on them, forcing Ares to run on the ground. (TA)

Suddenly a pig squeal rings out even louder than the bullets, and Kamapua’a’s arms raise up holding both guns in his hands, and with seemingly infinite ammo, Kamapua’a starts shooting his guns in tandem with the creature exploding out his mouth, but Kamapua’a’s shots are all largely aimed at pillars and walls.

While circling the two creatures, Mars is hit by one of the mushroom bullets. It takes off half his finger, and quickly fungus begins invading his body just through his hand. He notices this and rips off his whole arm before the fungus can spread to the whole thing. Immediately upon ripping his arm off, it turns rock solid and the hand turns into a gatling that starts randomly firing mushroom bullets all over the room. (TA) These mushroom bullets stop in midair and turn around homing in towards Mars as they fly around, though they only move in his general direction and are very easy to dodge. Still holding his arm in his other hand, he feels around it for anything that might help and realizes that it’s starting to get both harder and heavier, so he tosses it backwards while it’s still firing and it’s caught by Ares running alongside Tyr. As Ares feels how hard the arm has become he also begins to realize the plan, so he carefully passes it to Tyr, who also feels the arm and understands the plan. Tyr then tosses it directly upwards and it’s once again caught by Mars again. When exactly across from Tyr, Mars swings his arm like a baseball player would throw a baseball, and throws it back to Tyr, passing the creature with incredible speed. At this exact moment, Ares stops momentarily and gets directly in the middle of the two.

Tyr catches the arm on one foot, spins around while still dodging bullets and throws it to Ares who does the exact same thing. They do this four more times, each time the arm flies faster and faster. Eventually the gatling stalls due to the speed it’s reaching. Then, when it’s passed to Mars, Mars throws it straight at the creature, and it hits the creature with enough force to bring down an entire stadium.

As the arm moves through the creature’s body, the spores suddenly condense down into its body and liquify turning into blood which starts healing the creature. However, before it can fully heal, Tyr runs up to it and punches it in a hole which has been made in its chest by the arm. With Tyr’s arm now stuck in the creature’s body, Mars rushes to grab Tyr by his foot, and throws Tyr and the creature towards the door. Tyr then positions his body to have his arm pointed towards that door, and the creature’s body fully explodes creating an imprint on the door. (TA)

For a moment, all three of them stand there as they wait for Kamapua’a to stand back up. As Mars and Tyr begin attempting to open the door, Ares stands next to Kamapua’a’s corpse. “A lot of people are gonna come for us after this.” he whispers.

After a couple minutes of attempting to push this door open, Tyr walks away, and then runs back and kicks the door wide open, breaking his own leg in the process. Light shines throughout the halls as the door opens. A short stairwell followed by a great expansive landscape in the night sky. In the distance, on a hill could be seen a massive church, and above the church a halo made of light floated. (TA)

“That’s where we’re headed”, Ares said, “The place we’re in right now isn’t our homeworld. It’s a pocket dimension meant to hold the most dangerous criminals and the batteries in contempt. It’s a power-generating-prison, and the warden is an extremely powerful God of Eternity; Jesus Christ.”

Day 1 - 12:10 A.M

(TA)

Priest Washington

“As I opened up the door fully expecting him, my friend to be standing there bloody and battered. I never expected to see what I did. A pile of flesh and fungus. I thought I had prepared myself for this possibility, but it was clear I did not.”

A person had entered the room through a back entrance the trio didn’t know about. He was a black man in priest’ robes. Instead of eyes, there was simply a triangular shaped, orange glowing hole in the middle of his face.

Immediately upon entering the room, he let out a blood-curdling scream, and though it could be heard all throughout the hallways of that place, Ares, Mars, and Tyr were long gone by now. Slowly, he walked towards Kamapua’a’s corpse, gritting his teeth, and holding back puke the whole way. Immediately upon reaching him, he dropped down to his knees, got blood all over his robes, and attempted to pick up the flesh. Flesh which melted in his hands. (TA)

He clenched his fists to the point his hands began to bleed. Immediately upon drawing blood, he got a terrible feeling in his stomach and turned around to throw up next to Kamapua’a’s corpse.

Not caring about his own sanitary needs, he knelt his head in his own digest. Many tears flowed from his eyes and diluted with the yellowish-brown substance. In a sickly, whiny voice he whispered to himself something.

“Zeus.” he said quietly, “War, Zeus, Thanatos, I’ll ki-”. His speech completely paused as he could feel another wave of puke. And once again, he threw up while staring at his wobbling reflection in his own filth.

After puking his guts out, Washington just sat there for a moment, staring at the bloody, smelly, sticky ground. He gasped for air and coughed as he waited for a second round. His heart beat like a drum the whole time. His veins began to bulge and he could feel blood pumping quickly into his hands.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him.

“You want to kill them… don’t you?” the voice rang out. (TA)

Washington snatched the ‘’Dad” gun off Kamapua’a’s corpse and swung around 180 degrees. But when he turned around, he saw nothing. Yet the voice rang out again.

“Am I wrong? You want them dead. The ones who did this to your dear friend. Or were you just his bodyguard?”

(TA)

In pure rage, Washington bit the side of his own tongue. “Who the hell are you!?!” He yelled. And the voice rang out again, though, now it sounded like a thousand individual voices all in sync with each other.

“Depends on your answer.”, the voice said.

“No it depends on yours”, Washington replied, “I’m a priest with a gun! If I just start shooting, something is bound to hit you!”

The voice paused for a moment, barely long enough for Washington to think it was fully gone. But then it spoke again.

“That’s true. I’m Justice.” The voice rasped. (TA)

Washington gasped with fear upon hearing this. For a moment, he wondered if he should run, but instead he stood his ground. Before he spoke, he lowered his gun. “It would be useless to shoot you, wouldn’t it?”, he asked Justice.

“If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. But it seems like you got quite the clean slate.” Justice told Washington, “You know who I am, which means you must know what the deal is. I assume you want War dead, gone from this world.” (TA)

Blood excreted out of Washington’s mouth. His muscles stopped being so tense, and his heart beat steadily. Washington was on edge, but he wasn’t panicking anymore. “Of course”, he said, “But tell me why you should be involved?”

Justice let out a long sigh, “Simple. You’re weak.” (TA) Washington gritted his teeth a little bit. He knew that would be Justice’s answer but he still didn’t like hearing it. Justice continued, “Of course, that’s not the whole truth, but it’s enough of the truth to justify us working together.”

—-

Supposedly, Washington is the strongest in an organization called The Twelve Priests, but he doesn’t even hold a candle when compared to some of the medium-level transmutants or gods. Throughout his whole life he’s been bruised and battered with the sole intention of getting stronger but none of that matters when faced with an impossible task.

The other priests followed Kamapua'a most of the time, always they were by his side waiting to follow his command. Especially during the times where their boss was on Earth. They would give their lives for Kamapua’a’s life even if it meant defying their boss.

Likely, by now, all the other priests are dead. (TA)

Washington might be the final priest. He’ll uphold the wishes of the others, and the wishes of Kamapua’a.

—-

There was still something Washington wanted to know. “I don’t just want war dead.” Washington said, “Zeus, Thanatos, The Emperors of Hell, Chronos, Depression and Anxiety, The “God of Gods”… they’re more guilty than War. What will we do about them?”

For a moment, Justice was silent as it pondered the subject. “I can sense that the balance of power is shaking as we speak. The release of war has sent the world into a panic. Humans, Gods, Transmutants, but you priests fall into a weak inbetween. Despite the sides that have been set up, you’re talking about a full sweep?” Justice asked.

“Of course.” Washington replied. (TA)

Once again, Justice was silent. This silence however, lasted for far longer than before. Though, just as Washington was about to turn around and leave, he heard a quiet chuckle. And for Washington, everything went black.

When he awoke, he was leaning on a tree in a field of grass. His arms were bandaged and bruised, and the top half of his vision was covered by a hat. In his mouth there was a cigar, and on his feet were black cowboy boots. He felt something weighing heavily down on his arms and back, and something was poking the ground as he swayed with a slight breeze. As he observed this, he also discovered that he couldn’t control his movements though he could feel his surroundings. He tried to yell but no sound was made, he tried to step forward but his foot didn’t move. Then, he heard a voice… it was his own voice.

“You’re awake,” he said, “Usually people don’t stay asleep for that long. Means we actually have potential together.” (TA)

As he tried to decipher who was talking he began to panic. He felt like he needed to puke again and even had that feeling, but nothing came out. Once again, he spoke.

“Oh yeah, I should mention, you’ll be able to control your body soon, but it seems like it would be a bad idea to let you move right now… rightfully.”. Without Washington’s control, he turned towards the other side of the tree and looked out further onto the field, and he saw Ares, Mars, and Tyr out there, all of them covered in deep-red colored blood. 3 trucks with mounted cannons and guns on top of them were driving towards the trio. The people driving the trucks were priests.

On instinct, Washington attempted to run towards and help the priests, but no movement was made. Once again he spoke, “We can’t interfere, otherwise I won’t be able to beat them. We’ll stay back for now. We’ll let them pass down Justice for us. I’ll crush them in the final hour. Then, we’ll crush everyone else. We’ll reach your goal that way.” (TA)

And that was the moment Washington realized his body wasn’t his own anymore. He had made a deal with Justice. He had become ‘Justice Washington’.

And there was nothing he could do except let the other priests die.

Day 1 - 2:30 A.M

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4: Priest Adams

*Planned quote from chapter 4*

“May the good lord of all that is great, guide this cannonball up thine ass!”

-Thanks for reading this, it’ll be a little bit before I release the entire rest of Part 1 of 3. School and Work have been heavily slowing down production. Also, once again I recognize I’m a beginner so please, please give me critical feedback so that I can improve my writing as I continue on. I hoped you liked it. Also I wanna start adding pictures to it as I slowly learn how to draw. Obviously just cover or in between chapter stuff I could add.

(Final notes)

Sorry about the puke bit, don’t worry I won’t write anything like that ever again. I like writing gross, gorey shit, but that may have been too much.

As a future note, I’m not trying to offend anyone, and though I personally am not religious, I have been doing extensive research to avoid being offensive when important religious figures get shown off. I want to do justice to anyone's culture that this story involves. Once again, I’m not religious, but I’m very interested in religion and mythology. And because of that I’ll list the characters at the end of each google doc I write this on and how loosely or accurately they’re based off the original character from what I’ve read.

Ares (Greek God of War) Only accurate by name.

Mars (Roman God of War) Only accurate by name.

Tyr (Norse God of War) Only accurate by name.

Kamapua’a (Hawaiian God of Fertility) lots of websites describe him as a Pig-Person creature. There was no exact description of what he looked like, so I just thought of a basic anthropomorphic pig. Other than that he doesn’t have anything else accurate. Though, I recommend looking at his story, because it’s actually pretty interesting and I don’t feel like Hawaiian mythology gets shown off enough in the media. People seem to mostly focus on either mythologies from Europe, Egypt, or Native American mythologies. Though Kamapua’a gets slaughtered here (which will become a pattern with interesting gods) I think his story deserves so much more recognition then it currently has. Also, if you’re someone who believes this, good on you! You have among one of the most interesting mythologies to read about and I genuinely went through a week of just being interested in gods from your religion. Unfortunately, there ain’t no more deities from it going further though. I kinda wanted to add Kuula but there’s something else that fits the section a bit better.

Kamapua’a Second Phase. That whole bit is supposed to be a shout to a very minor character in a story I wanna write in the future. That’s the only reason I added it so that I can look back and justify enjoying my old (Currently current) content.

Priest Washington. Not based on anything… but his name is a reference.

Justice. His design is supposed to be based on “Justice” from “Afro Samurai”. He isn’t a god from any culture, just a god from my imagination. It’s not me trying to copy, it’s just a reference because I absolutely love Afro Samurai. (You’ll find a whole lotta references as this goes on. It’s just me giving props to the media I like. But from here on I’ll stop pointing them out)

I’ll talk about Jesus Christ at the end of the next block of chapters. He’s only been named so far. I know for a fact I’m treading a thin line with that character, so I’ve done way, way too much research on him and I’ll do more as I write his character.

And for the people that might care. No. The story does not become preachy. Every character from here on out should be considered an antagonist. That’s all I’ll say on the matter without giving any spoilers.

Thank you for reading

-Tytzin

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it's so exciting to see a character who thrives on antagonism as much as anso does! in a world that has created thousands of monsters, we are very much looking forward to how anso’s brand of malice will affect those around him. and with a track record like his, of following awful people and doing awful things, we wonder what sort of damage anso could inflict during this tug-of-war, with yennefer pulling on one wrist, and alexei pulling on the other.

welcome to idaho falls, anso sommers! please make sure to complete the accepted checklist so we can invite you to our servers. we can’t wait to start writing with you!

OOC.

name: kris

age: 25

pronouns: she/her/hers

timezone: cst

previous roleplay blog: redacted

triggers: redacted

wanted connection?: n/a

IC.

name: anso sommers

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him/his

faceclaim: ed skrein

age & birthdate: 40, 12th november 2004.

occupation: soldier (undercover grizzly general)

immunity: not immune

skills.

mixed martial arts trained in various forms of martial arts by his father from an early age, anso is highly skilled in most forms of physical combat and specifically, various disciplines of mixed martial arts. his primary fighting style contains heavy lethwei, muy thai, and karate influences, though he is trained in a mixture of multiple others. anso doesn’t necessarily fight fair; he is brutal and reckless, in addition to being well trained. he makes for a deadly opponent.

free running proficiency this started off more as a hobby that anso and his brother enjoyed; making fun out of what their environment had to offer them which was not much. it played well with the physicality that ruled much of anso’s early childhood and beyond. the dexterity it granted him also went well with the training he endured and this is something he has incorporated into his combat style and overall skill set. this also adds to his dexterity as an opponent – he is limber, adaptable to his surroundings, clocks how to use the lay of the land against his opponent in addition to his more formalized combat training. perhaps he’s gotten in trouble a few times, once he’s garnered some weak form of immunity at the falls due to his promised wyoming knowledge; he can be found scaling the perimeter walls and topography beyond during patrols.

wyoming militia knowledge there are sanitized trade secrets anso can share about his knowledge of the grizzlies. knowing this would be an integral part of sending another inside agent to idaho falls, there are agreed half-truths anso has been told to deploy to keep alexei and his loyalists hooked and to keep anso valuable to them. it’s a dangerous line to tip toe, as these half truths are the very thing ensuring anso’s cover doesn’t get blow. can he keep his lies straight?

positive traits.

adaptable: anso is nothing if not adaptable. it has been a matter of survival for him. adaptation was required to survive his father’s training and their early missions. adaptation was essential for it promised a safety not much else provided to anso. adapting to be the perfectly trained son and soldier meant surviving his father and all that lay beyond for them in their journeys through no man’s land. it was hard coded into him at a young age and is what makes him peskily hard to shake off a trail. in a more practical sense, he also has the more applicable survival skills needed to physically and readily adapt to survive any surroundings.

undogmatic: anso is as faithless as it comes. he will never subscribe to dogma. there is no moral code, no prescription of leadership that speaks to him. he is wild and ruly to start. what he lacks for in belief, though, he makes up for in making gods out of those he follows. his complex relationship with his father has led to an irrevocably twisted understanding of authority. anso will always find someone to believe in, to follow (he is a follower at heart, best at being commanded than doing any commanding), but he has no set of codes that otherwise bind him. his lack of belief in systems and thus set faith in people is also what makes him loyal in the ways that he is.

daring: anso is wild and unruly by nature. there is not much he fears, or would admit to fearing. fear feels to adjacent to thrill for him, and he is likely to run headfirst into whatever evokes either out of him. this recklessness adds to his ruthlessness. though he is not infallible, he wars like he is. this makes him a good resource to command and a dangerous opponent to have.

negative traits.

brutal: anso is ruthless and absolutely brutal in most all aspects of his personality. though most applicable to his style of combat, his brutality also applies to the way he views the world and the decisions that he makes. he respects cruelty in others as well and flocks to where he sees this behavior amongst others. anso is unforgiving with it, finds some level of joy in it. at some deep seated level, perhaps his violence is an answer to the violence inflicted upon him. though, anso will never call himself a victim; the trauma too buried for him to acknowledge or claim. he chooses to believe this to be more his executioner’s tool in a dog eat dog world.

faithless: hand in hand with the rejection of dogma above, anso’s faithlessness is a double edged sword. he can’t be tied down to broken systems or codes, but his lack of faith is what makes him wildly untrustworthy. he sees no rhyme and reason to the violence and so he chooses to revel in it. he sees no rhyme or reason for victimhood, so he chooses to make victims of his own. while what faith (dog-gone loyalty, if you will) he doesn’t put in things, he puts in people – his faithlessness is also what makes his vicious loyalty relatively easy to sway. dogma is untenable, gods can be replaced – gods can be renamed.

malicious: in addition to his brutality, anso is vindictive and malicious. he fights dirty not because he thinks he needs the advantage but because he wants to inflict more harm. he picks and festers because he like to see how much he can make a wound bleed. there is a greed in him for the unsavory and for the worst, and it makes him malicious. it gives an uneasiness to his presence, as if he’s cataloguing the ways he can gut you but choosing instead to toy with you now.

biography. (abuse tw, violence tw, death tw)

2004 - 2013 (birth place, joint base lewis-mcchord, wa) anso is born to cordelia and arthur sommers on-site at the join base lewis-mcchord in washington. the only world anso knows before the infection is one on this military base. his father is a green beret, high ranking in the military. it means his hours are long, and anso spends the early years of his childhood almost solely with his mother. they make a life on this base, contained and sheltered from the chaos that befalls the world outside. in these early years, there are only glimpses of his father’s anger and of his parent’s unhappy marriage that anso catches. but he is a child, and children learn to make sense of the world as they see it.

when the infection hits critical mass in 2013, his father is one of the first generals to be assigned to the seattle qz. the sommers are amongst the first few to transfer to the seattle qz.

2013 - 2029 (FEDRA run seattle qz) life at the seattle qz feels a lot like life at the military base in the earlier years. his father isn’t around much, and the silence seeps into their home the same time the warmth seeps out. a pregnancy isn’t what’s needed to save an already doomed marriage, but it’s the sommers resorted fate. anso is 10 years old when he becomes a brother to elias sommers. brotherhood, however, is unbecoming on anso, who only sees in elias the shortcomings of everything he couldn’t be for the family. elias’ arrival breathes life into his mother who becomes more and more distant with a baby to raise. anso finds himself, more often than not, feeling like an outsider looking in with no words to ask his mother to see him again. and though elias and anso are brothers in name, anso never does let go of his resentment towards the other. it’s the hand of this maker that drives him to his father.

bonding with his father comes in the form of backyard training sessions. the sommers already have a son in elias, but his father makes a soldier out of anso. when he outgrows the training sessions, there are FEDRA sanctioned programs that turn into FEDRA sanctioned training, for him to attend. anso grows from a child to a man because he has to. this is what survival looks like, for him. his father is demanding, cruel because of it. but anso learns how to take a hit as well as he learns how to take orders. he finds freedom in it, excels in it. he is the son of a high ranking FEDRA general, but he rises through the ranks on his own merits. he finds avenues for his brutality, here; where he can turn the fury molten in his bones at the hands of his father’s wrath and unload that onto others. his resentment at his mother and elias only grows over the years as he is constantly called upon and rises to the cruelty of his father, while they live mirror lives – those that don’t have anso or his pain it.

the sommers see the fall of FEDRA coming from the inside in, though they remain loyal to the FEDRA till the last day. skirmishes with the WLF turn into losing battles, and there come the days when the loyalty stops meaning anything. the sommers plan to make their escape knowing what would happen to the remaining FEDRA loyalists were they to try to stick out the losing stronghold. his father catches wind of when the next major attack from the Wolves is to be, and they plan to make their escape a few nights before that under the cover of a new moon. they make the preparations but don’t get the time to use them. the attack is an ambush and it comes days earlier than planned. the rush of the escape separates the sommers, anso leaves with his mother heading east out of state as planned, leaving his father and his brother behind.

2029 - 2034 (washington > montana) his mother is but a stranger to him and that doesn’t change in their travels. they survive and they survive well. his mother is a liability, but anso is trained. it’s at the border between washington and montana where they meet the Ophites, a guerilla group running under the influence of what they call a council. anso sees them for what they are, a few too unruly egos running wild; but, he recognizes there’s power in numbers. the group is too small to be a faction when the sommers join them, but they grow in numbers along their trek through montana.

there is no rhyme or reason to the chaos and destruction the Ophites chart along their path, though anso does not need one. he finds comfort in the violence, is steadfast in its deliverance. if his mother was a stranger to him before, they grow more estranged as their travels continue. she had never had a stomach for the kind of violence anso’s hands knew, and and anso had long run out of the words needed to ask her to try to do so. the Ophites rag-tag travels littered with blood lead them to st. helena’s (formerly, helena, MT). the town is somewhat picturesque in a time where their world is not. the initial dalliance between the Ophites and this community comes under shrouded claims of peace, though the kind of chaos the group harbors is surely not to be contained. as the Ophites plan their attack to bring down the town, cordelia decides she wants to stay and implores her son to join her. but his sonhood is something she lost her rights to years ago, anso thinks, and tells her as much. he says he won’t protect her if she decides to do this; when the Ophites take the town, he doesn’t. cordelia sommers is considered MIA when st. helena’s falls, and anso presumes if the raid didn’t take her, the wild would have.

2034 - 2036 (WLF run seattle zone) the Ophites’ bloodlust doesn’t end there, of course – running high on the adrenaline of taking down a town, they continue their rampage back towards seattle. anso tells them the Wolves will make a worthy next opponent; if they’re looking for blood to shed, there will be more in seattle with the WLF.

the freedom of the hunt only breeds his brutality, and anso revels in it. there’s not as much in terms of hunting on their journey back to seattle, but they make slim pickings of whatever rag tag survivors and infected they find. when they find their way back to the now WLF run seattle qz, their initial encounters are cautious. the Ophites were never good at diplomacy, though, and when it’s apparent they’re looking for trouble, the Ophites and WLF take up guns against each other in earnest. the Ophites are gravely outnumbered and don’t have the resources to match the Wovles, so the resistance doesn’t last long. it is here where anso is reunited with his father and brother, and where he learns that they have since joined the WLF ranks. survival can be this too, it seems.

it’s not the reunion anso imagined, one at the ends of the barrels of guns. his father asks anso to join him – the return of the prodigal son – but anso has long traded the chains his father had on him for the freedom his bloodlust culls. he sees elias, his brother, by his father’s side – he doesn’t fit right, can’t seem to know how to hold a gun yet still though anso has to imagine he’s had to have had practice – and all he sees is all the ways in which he was replaced, yet again. there is nothing sacred, there, anso finds. he has always been the son who could be replaced. he makes a better soldier, he’s come to find. when he shoots his father dead in the middle of a shootout, he could claim it wasn’t personal – but of the many things anso is, a liar is not one of them. elias doesn’t deserve his mercy, but anso imagines if he doesn’t kill him – the wild will. elias was never built to survive, not like anso was. there’s a pointed gun, a fire in his eyes that shines the wrong shade of red when he tells elias to run and promises him that if they ever cross paths again, it would be elias who’d end up dead with a bullet in his head next.

when anso leaves seattle this time around, it is on his own.

2036 - 2044 (wyoming militia base) his travels take him beyond montana this time, though the path is no less bloody. it’s somewhere in north-most wyoming where he gets picked up by some grizzlies, rounded up and packed tight in the back of a filthy truck as they make the journey to fremont lake. he’s a rabid dog tamed only because he’s tied down, outmanned. when they release him on grizzly grounds, anso finds himself, for the first time, at a place that he may be able to call close ot home.

he’s put into the pits. in fact, he volunteers for it. there’s no mistaking the enjoyment he gets from it. anso’s already bred the brutality that breathes life into him here. it makes him feral, it makes him dangerous – entertaining. he rises through the ranks, doesn’t leave the pits until he’s commanded to. he prefers the bloodshed, you see; the only thing he prefers more is yennefer. every dog needs a loyal owner, and anso finds his in yennefer. their brutality, crudenes – anso finds them to be a revelation. when yen calls, he answers. over the course of the eight years at the grizzly base came, anso rises through to become one of yen’s trusted generals. he views him with a reverence that is irrevocable. even monsters need their gods.

2044 - present day (idaho falls qz) when yen decides to send grizzly spies to idaho falls, yen’s loyal wardog is one of the few picked. they tell him to go shake up the roots on base and bring back the heads of those that betrayed her, and so anso promises to do so. as yen wishes, that they should get. anso plans to make sure of that.

arcs.

the defection: anso looks to make his gods out of monsters; what does that mean now that he’s under alexei’s thumb and not yen’s? i think with enough time and sway, i could see anso’s loyalties defecting to him. perhaps alexei is growing wary of the whispers of dissent along the qz grounds and wants someone to be his strongfront on the base lines. maybe alexei sees in anso what yen likely did – someone willing to be at his beck and call as long as it came with the promise of bloodshed. while the reverence anso holds for yen can likely not be dissuaded, i think his loyalties surely can be.

the uprising: in a world where his loyalties aren’t bought, anso will make the perfect inside man for yen and the grizzlies. trading washed through, sanitized secrets; spreading whispers of unrest, dissent; digging dirtied claws into the little cracks taking hold in idaho falls – all while he waits for the call from yen that would suggest the oncoming strike. anso has no skin in this game, or any other, for that matter. he’s invaluable because he operates as if he’s infallible. the frankness of it makes his ultimate motives, of those as a grizzly spy, hard to detect. if there was ever a path in the future where idaho falls was to fall at the hands of the grizzlies, anso would make sure to pay his dues for that in blood for yen.

misc tidbits

anso is fluent in english, spanish, farsi, and russian. language training had been included as part of the additional training his father put him through.

anso already had a serious kill count under his belt by the time he was 25. his patrolling duties at the FEDRA run seattle qz had seen him through the killing of plenty infected and dissenting humans.

one of anso’s prized possessions is a metal lighter embossed with the design of a snake. he found it off of a rotting carcass in the wild, but anso keeps it as an homage to his time with the Ophites

extras.

pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/pomiifer/dogs-of-war/

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Elbow Strike

Hello, everyone! This is Ji Yeonwoo streaming from Yoo Hobin Company! Today, I will demonstrate three Kyokushin Karate techniques, with the help of my friend Seong Taehoon from TaehoonTaekwonTV! Please give him a warm welcome! (*-ω-)/

So far, I have been showing you street-fighting moves to end a fight!

What are they? Can you remember? If you have practised them, can you leave a short comment in this post? Thank you so much! 🙇🏻

☀️ Taehoon: Take notes from me and him. It’s bad to keep fighting for more than one minute. The longer you fight, the higher chance you’ll lose stamina and the will to fight. Remember, there’s no referee in a street fight. Strike fast, strike hard, strike dirty. Aim at the pressure points to knock them down, then fucking run! Got the idea?

Thank you, Taehoon! Let’s continue with my tutorial. I’m going to show you three of my favourite Karate close range attacks!

They’re Elbow Strikes, or Hiji Ate, Hiji Uchi, Empi Uchi. They aim at Jodan, Chudan and Gedan! I’m also explaining why if done accurately, they are the hardest strikes!

Why are the elbows so dangerous?

-> Because they are the hardest parts of the arms, which are not easily fractured. Fortunately, my Sensei doesn’t shy away from Elbow Strikes. He acknowledges their practicalities despite not allowing us to use in Kumite.

Which parts of the elbow should we hit?

-> There are three parts: the tip (olecranon) of the elbow, the forearm bone (ulna) near the elbow, or the upper arm bone (humerus) near the elbow. Hitting with the bones on your arm will allow larger contact area. However, striking at the elbow tip will be stronger, only if we are accurate.

What if we injure and paralyse our elbows during a fight?

-> Elbow conditioning will help us thicken the skins around our elbows and harden our bones. In my dojo, we use punching bag and makiwara for elbow conditioning.

Now, my cute bear assistant and I will demonstrate the three techniques! My assistant is new to Kyokushin, but I trust him!

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☀️ Taehoon: This fucker! Assistant what? Why didn’t you do it yourself?

Part 1: Jodan Age Hiji Ate (上段上げ肘当て) - The High Rising Elbow Strike

The first strike, the elbow will go from low to high, at Jodan - the head level. The Rising Elbow Strike aims at the chin and jaw. First, you stand in a relaxed stance with two hands on each side (step 1). Second, you raise the elbow in a circular path from the hip all the way to the chin (step 2 and 3).

Please pay attention to the muscles stretching under your arm and how you should turn your waist to hit accurately near or on the centre line.

Application!

My bear assistant will help me explain the application of this elbow strike. It is a close range attack, therefore, the best way to use is when your opponent standing close to you!

For example, my assistant is grabbing my collar. I can easily step in and strike at his chin!

Bear assistant: Ouch! Don’t hit for real!

Yeonwoo: You have protection!

Bear assistant: You dipshit! Anyway, in case of a clinch and not a collar grab, when they put their hands around your neck, another way to go is the Roundhouse Elbow Strike to the temple. Instead of going from below, you strike from the side.

Part 2: Ushiro Hiji Ate (後ろ肘当て) - The Back Elbow Strike

The second elbow strike. It’s like a reversal of a straight punch! First, you prepare by making a punch at midsection, Chudan (step 1). Then, you will pull the arm towards your hip and strike the elbow to the opponent’s solar plexus, rib cages or tummy (step 2 and 3).

Application!

For example, my bear assistant will do a rear bear hug like this! This position is vulnerable. The attacker can try to take us to the ground, or they can lift us up and carry us somewhere…to kidnap!

Bear assistant: Hey, shortie.

Yeonwoo: The first step is to drop our centre of gravity and lean forward. Please don’t be afraid to head butt or strike the groin! When the arms are loosened, you can use the Back Elbow Strike. You can finish the attacker by more and more elbow strikes, whether it’s the Rising Elbow Strike, the Front Elbow Strike or the Roundhouse Elbow Strike!

Bear assistant: Fuck! Not again!

Part 3: Oroshi Hiji Ate (下ろし肘当て) - The Downward Elbow Strike

We will switch role because I trust him. (￣. ￣|||)

The final strike! This time, you will strike downward, which usually ends below the belt - Gedan. But the Downward Elbow Strike can hit anywhere! The head, the shoulder, the back, the stomach, in @yoo-hobin’s fight, the foot!

First, you raise the arm up, and your other arm put in front of your chest (step 1). Second, you slam the elbow down directly on the target and your other arm pulled back (step 2 and 3).

Application!

This time, it’s my turn to attack! I will lift my assistant up to throw him down. This is the front bear hug. With knowledge of the downward elbow strike, what would he do?

Bear assistant: You want me to knee you in the balls and strike the elbow down your back?

Yeonwoo: Huh? What do you mean?

Bear assistant [PATS MY HEAD]: I’m not gonna do that. Now put me down!

Personal note: T-The lesson is too long…I’m sorry. I didn’t expect myself to write this much…(ノ_<。)

☀️ Taehoon: In Taekwondo, we also have elbow strikes. The ones you taught today are Taekwondo’s Palgup Ollyo Chigi, Palgup Dwi Chigi and Palgup Naeryo Chigi. They’re banned in tournaments though.

📖 Yeonwoo: Will you teach them next time?

☀️ Taehoon: Let’s see…If they behave themselves.

That is all for my tutorial! Credits go to Sosai Oyama, my Sensei, my friend @taehoon-taekwondo and artist @eatsbop 🙇🏻🥋

Oh, I almost forgot! Happy Valentine’s Day! 💗

Bye bye everyone! I will see you, next time on my Kyokushin Karate Blog!

#肘当て #Elbow Strike #How to Fight #Karate #Author: Ji Yeonwoo #Artist: eatsbop #References: Sosai Oyama and my Sensei #Osu!

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Hello! This is the first one shot i wrote that you can find on my Wattpad too! Also, sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm italian so sometimes i still struggle a bit with my english but i hope you like it ♡

Plot; You are a new pupil in the Cobra Kai dojo and to impress John Kreese you fight with his best student, Johnny lawrence. But Johnny will develop some special feelings towards you...

WARNING: This one shot will contain smut and a bit of violence.

Tags; oral, swallowing, a little bit of bully Johnny at the beginning and a tiny bit of fluff.

Enjoy!

Since (Y/N) was a kid, she always wanted to enter the fascinating world of Martial Arts but never had the economic possibility to afford the lessons.

But now that she was in California and her parents had a new well paid job, they encouraged her to join a Karate school and she couldn't believe that when they first told her about it with smiling faces.They always knew that (Y/N) wanted to learn Karate as a child and, with the new money they were making, her parents supported (Y/N)'s passion, which made her happy.

Everytime she came back from school, she always stopped by that dojo called 'Cobra Kai'. (Y/N) couldn't stop looking at the perfect moves of those boys, at their amazing grit.

But there was a thing that worried her; she never saw a girl inside the dojo.

Not having girls was kinda old minded and sexist in her opinion.

It's the 80s, for gods sake!

She thought.

But trying wouldn't be too bad, right?

So one day after school, she finally decided to enter inside that place and the first thing her ears heard were some screamed words by the boys. They all looked like soldiers and the Sensei looked like the captain.

"Strike first, strike hard, no mercy!" They shouted in unison and (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

What kind of motto was that?

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, so she just cleared her throat to catch their attention, hoping to not get humiliated by them or the Sensei.

The Sensei looked very rough and rude and the girl noticed that he had a cobra tattooed on his arm, he was the only one with a black gi while everyone else had a white one.

She always wanted to wear one.

The tall man walked towards her, trying to intimidate her with his glare but (Y/N) kept her head high and stared him in the eyes with a straight face.

"How can i help you?" He spoke with a slight grin on his face.

"I'd like to join your dojo."

After her answer, everyone bursted in a loud laugh and (Y/N) started to feel uncomfortable, especially with the man's glare on her.

"We do not accept girls." Was his simple response and she wasn't surprised about it, but disappointed for sure.

"Why not? Girls are capable of kick asses just like boys."

She didn't expect to be that bold, but did she care? No.

She wanted to challenge herself and demonstrate to those immature people that girls can be just as strong.

"That's very brave of you..." He started to slowly walk around her in a circle, only to stop again in front of her with his arms crossed. "I could give you a chance."

(Y/N) smirked, proud of herself while she took off her shoes to stand on the tatami. She was so excited and loved to see the disappointed looks on the boys faces.

"Let's see how good of a fighter you are, shall we?" The Sensei said and she nodded, repeating in her head the techniques she found in some martial arts books.

She felt ready.

"Lawrence, come here."

A blonde, tall boy with a muscular figure stood on the Sensei side, his expression was filled with anger. (Y/N) also noticed that he had a black eye and a black headband wrapped around his head. She couldn't deny that he was pretty hot, but she was too determined to get distracted.

"He's one of my best boys." Sensei smirked and the boys shared an amused look while sitting down on the tatami in a circle. "Good luck."

The man walked away and she and the boy remained at the center of the tatami in the attack position.

The blonde smirked before speaking.

"I'm gonna go easy on yo-" Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/N) kicked him right on top of his stomach, which made the boys howl in amusement. She was the one smirking now, standing again in the same position as before.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, blondie." (Y/N) stated, and that was where the boy lost it. He started attacking her with punches and kicks that she perfectly shielded, just to punch him right in the face and kick him on his black belt, making him fall on his back.

Before he could stand up again, (Y/N) positioned herself on his lap and bent forward to put her hands under his shoulders to block him with her dead weight. She once saw that position on a book and it was kinda awkward to do since it looked like she was hugging him.

She could smell his sweat and a little bit of perfume, but she also could feel his warm breath against her forehead and it made her shiver a bit. He was attractive and being that close to him clouded her senses so much that she didn't hear Sensei's voice.

"Enough, you can stand up." He demanded.

When they both stood up, the blonde guy adjusted his gi and looked at her dead in the eyes while (Y/N) observed the shocked expressions of the other boys.

"What's your name?" The Sensei asked, walking towards her again. She tried to catch a little bit of breath before answering.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), you're in. Consider yourself lucky, this is a privilege."

(Y/N) couldn't contain her happiness and a smile formed on her lips. She was proud of herself and she was sure that even her parents would have been.

"Thank you, Sensei." She said, but before he could respond, she heard the boy behind them speak.

"What?! Is this a joke?!" The same blonde blue eyed boy spoke. "I let her win, obviously. I bet she is not gonna resist a week here."

"Johnny, i'm the one who makes the decisions here."

So his name was Johnny.

Johnny Lawrence.

She heard of him at school, he was considered the 'bad guy' along with his mates but (Y/N) wasn't intimidated by them.

(Y/N) smirked and held out her hand for Johnny to shake.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny Lawrence."

He looked at her hand and then stared into her eyes with a killing glare.

"The pleasure is all yours."

Johnny refused to shake her hand and walked away, but that didn't wash (Y/N)'s smirk off her face because she had him exactly where she wanted.

She liked some rivalry.

Or so she thought.

For the next weeks, Johnny made her life a living hell.

He would tease her at school or he would start fights while she walked home, fights that (Y/N) either refused or won. Johnny had enough of that. He couldn't believe that a girl, a so innocent looking girl, could always beat his ass better than him.

On the other hand, Johnny also knew that he could hurt her bad if he wanted to, but the truth was that he didn't want to make her suffer. He didn't want to ruin her pretty face with a kick, so in a certain sense he let her always won.

Johnny knew about her even before she came into the dojo that day, he saw her multiple times around Ali or during P.E.

And he wanted her.

His friends thought that he still had his mind set on Ali, but he moved on as soon as he saw (Y/N) at school and when he saw her enter the dojo, his heart was beating so fast that he was afraid she would actually notice it. When she got on top of his lap to block him, Johnny smelled her hair and felt all of her warmth on his body.

And he got a boner too in that exact moment.

There was something about that look on her innocent face, about her fake naivety that he just loved and needed in every sense of the word.

He teased her only to be around her, only to hear her voice again even if it was just to tell him to fuck off.

But he wasn't the only one who was crushing hard on her.

Bobby, his mate, always talked about her to Johnny.

"I want to ask her on a date." He once told Johnny and the rage he felt inside was about to explode, but he couldn't let them know his feelings.

Not yet.

"Why would you do that mate?" Johnny scoffed. "Our plan is to kick her out of Cobra Kai. She will only cause trouble to our dojo. A girl, please, i don't know what Sensei was thinking. Everyone will laugh at us at the tournament because of her."

Johnny was talking bullshit.

She was perfect for Cobra Kai, she had determination and strenght that even some boys would envy.

She would kick everyone's ass at the tournament.

But he couldn't let Bobby ask her out, because he was sure that she would say yes. They always chatted a bit at the dojo during stretching and they even had two or three classes together.

"Johnny, i think you are exaggerating a little bit. She's a badass and god, so pretty."

And after that, Johnny knew that he had to make her his before Bobby would find the courage to ask her out.

And that time came soon.

After another lesson, (Y/N) went to the changing room to take a shower, as always. She was very surprised that there was a changing room for girls since she was the first one that was accepted, but she never questioned it and was pretty happy to have a whole changing room for herself.

She had plans tho, about revolutionating the whole Cobra Kai so that other girls could join in. She also wasn't a fan of their 'no mercy' motto, honor was much more important to her.

While cleaning up her body under the water, she mentally repeated all the things she learned during the last lesson so that she wouldn't forget them and she got so concentrated that she didn't hear steps inside the changing room.

She hummed 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' while wrapping a towel around her wet body and stepped out of the showers while looking down, adjusting the towel.

"Ohh girls, just wanna have- what the fuck are you doing here?!" Looking up, she saw Johnny completely relaxed on the bench of the changing room, his hair were still a little damp and the blue tight sweater he was wearing perfectly hugged his muscles.

"So is it true, you just wanna have fun?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a cocky smile.

(Y/N) blushed and wrapped the towel even tighter around her body, embarassed.

"Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?" She repeated, her cheeks were flushed, both for the rage and embarassment. "Can't you read? It says girls changing room."

"I'm exactly where i'm supposed to be." He stood up from the bench and towered over her figure. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started brushing her hair while looking into the mirror. "I just wanted to see my dear friend."

(Y/N) widened her eyes and scoffed, shaking her head.

"Friend?" She scrunched up her hair and stared at Johnny's reflection in the mirror. "Since when?"

"Since today." He crossed his arms and observed her, amused by the situation.

"Ok, well, friend" she turned around and sighed. "Can we be friends after i get dressed? We'll talk about this later outside of the changing room."

"Change here, i don't mind. You will not need clothes anyway pretty soon." He nonchalantly said, trying to hide his grin.

"Well i do mind actually, what the hell are-" before (Y/N) could finish her comeback, Johnny pressed his lips on her soft ones, completely shocking her. It was a short kiss, just to see her reaction.

When he pulled away, he stared into her eyes and saw shock in them, but also something that made him smirk.

Lust.

She didn't slap him or even tried to back off. Her slightly open lips and her red cheeks said it all, Johnny didn't need words.

He kissed her again, but in a more ferocious way, and she did the same thing. All the attraction they had for each other was coming out from their bodies and actions.

Johnny backed off while taking her with him, so that he would sit on the bench with her on top of him. She gripped his large shoulders and moaned a little bit when she felt his boner against her thighs. Johnny groaned and held her neck with one hand while the other easily took off the towel from (Y/N)'s still wet body.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He sighed into her mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were roaming on her body, not knowing where to stop. He touched her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, her legs.

Her skin was soft and the smell of her was driving him crazy. (Y/N) kissed his cheeks, his forehead and then his lips again, with a desperation that made Johnny even more turned on.

"I always wanted you too..." (Y/N) softly said and caressed his cheek while leaving wet kisses on his jawline and neck. Johnny closed his eyes and then opened them again, he needed to see her desperate for him. He needed to remember her face, her body, the pretty shades of her skin. He wanted her to be printed in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Yeah?" His voice was a lot deeper than usual and also rough. "Fuck, come here."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, feeling her little fingers on the buttons of his blue jeans. He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made people think. And he loved it so much.

"Wait-" He spoke with a ragged breath. "Am i- am i your first?"

He searched for her eyes and when she kept looking down, he raised her chin with two of his fingers so that she could look into his blue eyes.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered.

She was ashamed, but Johnny felt like he was touching heaven with his fingertips.

Because she was the first one for him too.

"You are my first too." He admitted and lightly kissed the top of her nose.

"What about Ali?" (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.

"We never did anything like this, only some make out sessions...but never like this." He caressed her lips with his fingers and bit his lip, staring down at her naked body.

He thought she was perfect, every curve on her body was, and he felt lucky to have her in that moment. To even speak to her. She was a goddess for him and he knew he needed to keep her in his life forever, because someone like her would be too hard to forget.

She was something else.

"You know, we don't have to rush..." Johnny calmy said, his voice was soft now and he made sure to keep eye contact with her.

He cared.

"I know, it's fine, i want to do it." (Y/N) said, confident about her decision.

"You want to do it... in a changing room?" Johnny raised his eyebrow and (Y/N) giggled at his shocked expression while caressing his golden damp locks.

"Well, wasn't it your plan?" She asked with a grin and Johnny rolled his eyes, a slight blush was appearing on his cheeks.

"Sort of..." He sighed "I just, i don't want our first time to be here, i want it to be more intimate and special."

(Y/N) thought about that and realized that he was right. They didn't even have condoms and it would have been too uncomfortable to have sex for the first time on a bench, considering the pain.

"I guess you are right." She nodded and gave him a peck on the lips. "But... we could do something else..."

Her fingertips traced the line of his abs, covered by his tight sweater. Johnny inhaled some air and rested the back of his head against the wall, grinning at her.

"Well, that was what i had in my mind in the first place..." He winked at her and took her hand that was placed on his belly, just to place it down on the buttons of his jeans. "Let's see how good you are now..."

(Y/N) felt a certain warmth in her stomach at his words and stared at his eyes while unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers were fast and almost desperate to feel him. Johnny eagerly helped her lower his pants, his white boxers showed the prominent boner under them.

(Y/N) slowly got on the cold floor, on her knees between Johnny's legs. Her heart was beating fast against her chest, she felt heat all up in her body and a deep desire for Johnny. She never saw a dick before, except for that one time in her old city where one of her friends had an adult magazine at school and showed it to everyone, and (Y/N) was pretty grossed out by the view of a penis.

"Do you want it?" Johnny deeply asked, his eyes were filled with desire and lust.

"Yes." (Y/N) said and slowly lowered the waistband of his boxers, only to display his full hard lenght.

She didn't feel grossed out now.

Johnny noticed her surprised expression and softly laughed.

"Like what you see, baby?"

(Y/N) shivered at the pet name and nodded, taking his member in her hand to observe it better. Johnny slightly panted at that and gulped, wanting to feel her hand around him.

"Stroke it slowly, baby..." Johnny placed an hand on one of (Y/N)'s shoulders to keep her going.

She did as she was told and observed his eyes and expressions to understand if she was doing it the right way and, judging by his heavy pants, she was.

"Like that?" She innocently asked, pressing her palm on his lenght while stroking it.

"Fuck, yes, like that" Johnny was already a moaning mess, (Y/N) never saw him look more vulnerable than that and she liked to be the one that made him feel that way. The skin of his dick was smooth and warm and it was probably 7 inches long. The head was red and wet with pre-cum that (Y/N) decided to taste with the tip of her tongue, causing Johnny to groan.

"Oh, god- yeah, keep doing that baby..." (Y/N) smirked at his desperation and pressed her tongue on the head of his cock, licking it up and down. Her eyes never left his face, he looked completely gone to the pleasure.

He looked at her with half lidded eyes, his mouth was in a 'o' shape and he was starting to sweat, (Y/N) could see it on his forehead.

Johnny caressed her hair, encouraging her to take his lenght inside her mouth more. His legs were tensed and (Y/N) gripped his toned thighs while going down on him.

"Mmh..." Johnny closed his eyes and thrusted his hips a little forward, but still carefully and slowly to give her time. "Keep stroking it while you suck it, baby..."

(Y/N) welcomed his thrusts into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the end of his dick, stroking it a little faster. The changing room was filled with Johnny's moans and the sloppy sounds of (Y/N)'s mouth wrapped around him.

She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and felt the urge to touch the area between her legs for some friction.

"Oh shit, yes, yes, i'm so close, love-" Johnny took her head in his hands just to feel her movements and opened his eyes to stare down at her. The sight of the pretty girl he wanted for months on her knees with her swollen lips around his dick, were too much for him. "Baby, i'm about to cum-"

(Y/N) looked up at him and managed to show a little grin while staying on his cock, bobbing her head up and down faster than before.

Johnny took the hint; she wanted him to cum inside her mouth.

"Fuck, you want it don't you?" Johnny bit his lip and rested both of his hands on the sides of her face, his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was wet with sweat. "I'm coming, oh fuck, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) stopped her movements but kept his lenght inside her mouth, she felt his dick contract various times and then a salty and warm liquid squirted on her tongue. His thighs tensed even more and he never left his grip on her face while riding off his orgasm. (Y/N) made sure to swallow everything till the last drop before letting his dick out of her mouth.

Both of them were breathing heavily and Johnny looked high, still trying to recover from the intense pleasure.

"Fuck" he sighed and smiled softly while watching her standing up. She had messy hair and flushed cheeks, her lips were pink and swollen and Johnny couldn't help but to kiss her. "You are incredible, baby..."

"Well, thank you!" (Y/N) giggled and Johnny stood up, kissing her again but only to make her sit on the bench, on the same place he was some seconds ago.

"But i can't let you go like this..." Johnny was now on the floor, gently opening her legs while staring into her eyes. (Y/N) was dying of embarassment, no one ever saw her intimate parts and she felt self conscious about it.

"Shh, don't worry, let me admire you..." Johnny could see that she was nervous and it was important for him to reassure her. He slowly parted her legs without breaking eye contact. Once he saw how wet she was, Johnny licked his lips and slightly smirked at her, amused by her embarassed expression.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, leaving a wet trail of kisses along her thigh. His blue eyes never left hers while doing so. (Y/N) tensed, feeling him that close to her private area was making her sweat. "Tell me."

"Yes, Johnny." She gulped. "I want you."

He took both of her legs and rested them on his shoulders, getting closer to her pulsating pussy.

"Even out of this changing room?"

(Y/N) smiled and nodded, but Johnny wanted to hear her.

"Tell me." He kissed her inner thigh, getting even more closer to her vagina.

"Yes." She panted. "I want you, always."

Johnny grinned and before (Y/N) could blink, he pressed his entire tongue on her aching pussy, making her moan. He kept looking at her, holding her legs with his strong arms and he started to move his tongue in circular motions on her clit.

"Oh, Johnny..." She gasped and tugged at his blonde hair. Everything was new to her, she never felt something like that and she would have never imagined it to happen with Johnny. She for sure dreamed about it, but never expected it to become reality.

"You like it, baby girl?" He asked her, his voice was deep and his lips red and shiny because of her fluids.

"Yes, Johnny, so much!" She moaned when the blonde started sucking on her clit like he was hungry. He was breathing heavily against her, she could feel his warm breath on her pussy and it made her crazy.

"You taste so good, love..." Johnny whispered and reached one of her breasts with an hand to gently stroke her nipple. "You're so beautiful, fuck."

With his other hand, Johnny teased her entrance with one of his fingers but never left her clit untouched. He slowly inserted the tip of his finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was. (Y/N) let out a light squeal at that.

"How do you feel?" He asked her and slowly pumped the tip of his finger inside her.

"It kinda burns, but it's okay." She panted and nodded.

Johnny repeated the same action and watched as she threw her head back in pleasure. He smirked and added a little bit more of his finger inside of her while applying pressure to her clit with his tongue. He felt her legs shake a bit and heard her ragged breath and he couldn't help but think that she was absolutely perfect in those conditions.

She was close and he could see it and feel it.

"Please, Johnny- Oh!" Hearing her moaning his name made him pump his finger faster with the movements of his tongue.

"What do you want?" He groaned against her.

"I want to cum, fuck!"

"Look at me." He demanded. He needed to have her eyes placed on him, it was like a kink for him. "I want you to look at me while you cum on my tongue..."

(Y/N) looked at him but keeping her eyes open was an hard task with that intense pleasure. She wondered where he learned to do that since he said it was his first time, but he probably just was a natural talent.

Just like her.

(Y/N) felt a weird sensation build up in her stomach, a very heavy feeling and she knew what that meant.

"Johnny, i can't!" She panted and tugged harder at his hair, making him groan.

"Cum then, cum for me (Y/N)..."

And she did.

She did while moaning his name repeatedly, trying to look at him while her toes curled behind his back. Johnny had a proud smirk on his wet swollen lips and licked her fluids with pleasure before standing up to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

(Y/N) still had a ragged breath and was recovering from her orgasm, but she was also scared.

What if he's gonna be an asshole again now and this was just a joke for him? She thought.

They both silently fixed themselves and (Y/N) finally got dressed. Her hair were almost completely dry and she didn't know how to act and wondered why he was so silent now, fixing his hair and clothes infront of the mirror. He looked like nothing happened while (Y/N) was still shocked.

"Will you go out with me this Friday?" He asked and turned around, resting his back against the wall. (Y/N) felt better after his question and gave him a smile.

"Well, usually, boys ask a girl out before they finger fuck her in a changing room-" she grinned and Johnny crossed his arms while letting out a laugh. "But sure, why not."

"Always a tease, aren't you?" He hugged her from behind and (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach while he rested his chin on top of her shoulder. "We could go to the Arcade, mh?"

Before she could respond, they heard the voices of the other boys outside of the changing room.

"Johnny!" They shouted. "We have to go, where the hell are you?!"

Johnny sighed and shook his head before speaking again.

"Seems like we are gonna need another shower when we get home, don't you think?"

(Y/N) giggled and gave him a fake disappointed look.

"Yeah, you jerk!" She laughed while putting on her shoes. Johnny gave her a peck on the right cheek and then proceeded to walk away. "Wait, Johnny, have you spied on me while i was under the shower?"

Johnny chuckled and turned his head to look at her.

"Doesn't matter anyway, now."

And after winking at her, he left the changing room with a big proud smile on his face. His mates were shocked when they saw him get out of the girls changing room and howled like little kids.

"Man, what did you do?!" Tommy asked while patting Johnny's shoulder.

Johnny shrugged and smirked.

"Nothing impressive, i'm taking her out on a date on friday."

Bobby was confused and Johnny could see the disappointment written all over his face.

"I thought you wanted to kick her o-"

"There are a lot of things you still don't know about me, dear Bobby" Johnny gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and then saw (Y/N) getting out of the changing room. She waved at everyone and gave a particular smile to Johnny, which he returned. "A lot of things."

#johnny lawrence #karate kid #cobra kai #80s #billy zabka #smut #johnny lawrence smut #one shot

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Martial Arts.”

Had this lined up for today based on two requested ideas given to me by readers. I hope you like it and have a great day!

“I think you’re really going to like this.”

“So I assume it involves beating the ever-loving shit out of someone.”

Adam grinned, “Exactly.”

Sunny cheered and Krill sighed, “Why do you two always insist on having the most violent pastimes.”

“I promise today is ALSO educational. Now stop being a stick in the mud. I am sure you will find use for yourself today.”

Krill sighed but allowed them to continue on. The Admiral was wearing a duffel bag over one shoulder, and the tennis shoes he was wearing, alone with the shots suggested that he intended to participate in some sort of physical activity. The same shades of blue light flickered over his prosthetic leg and those that licked over hers, and even from here, he could hear the soft whirring of the machine.

Sunny craned her neck at the city around them trying to figure out where they were being taken, and neither of them figured it out until the admiral cut right and shouldered open the door to a large building.

Stepping inside they were greeted with a waft of warm, humid air. The ground under their feet was squishy, made of some sort of synthetic material, and all around the room humans in various stages of physical activity dominated the landscape.

The predominant sound was that of flesh impacting padded bags as humans -- both bare knuckled -- and wearing padded gloves punched and kicked and violently strove to beat the ever loving shit out of inanimate hanging objects. Krill wanted in surprise and -- what would have been horror if he wasn’t so used to being appalled-- as two humans sparred together in a ring lined with three large ropes.

They were padded, with gloves and face masks and helmets of some sort, but that gave them free reign to punch and kick each other silly, until one of the humans grabbed the other by the arm and flipped backwards throwing them both to the ground with a violent thud.

Across the room, humans wearing strange white uniforms tied with colorful belts moved in synchronization to the call of a master. He'd punch and then kick and then block venting air by way of shouts.

Sunny turned in a tight circle, her eyes wide as they fell on another padded platform, this time in an octagonal shape, and bounded by a chain link energy cage.

Inside two women were roused to blood, fighting with nothing but barely padded gloves and the clothes on their back.

One of the women managed to throw the other to the ground and for a second they were a mass of tangled limbs before she had her arms around the other’s neck squeezing tight. Krill stepped forward but a sharp tap on the arm of one woman to the other caused the winner to let go, and the fighters to return to their feet, one rubbing her soar neck..

“What is this place?” Sunny asked, in absolute awe

Adam grinned, “This, my fine friend is what humans call a dojo. Not exactly sure where the word comes from per say, but I am pretty sure it originated in asia more than two thousand years ago and basically means a location where people train in the art of hand to hand combat.

Sunny turned her head again eyes wide as another two men grappled each other to the floor hands gripping onto each other’s uniforms tugging and pulling and trying to swipe with their feet.

“It all looks so… different.”

Adam nodded, “That's because it is. There are hundreds of different fighting systems developed by humanity over the years, sort of like how you have different spear stances in your culture fire versus water, accept these ones work on different principals.

He motioned to the square ring, “Boxing for instance focuses a lot of its attention on punches specifically. Historically the rules required that you couldn't use elbows knees or kicks, and your punches had to land above the belt, or at least that’s what I remember. He turned to point at the other side of the room where the men and women in white were still busy in their forms. Stuff like Karate Kung Fu and others are sort of more about forms and techniques. I would say that that sort of fighting is more of a philosophy or a way of life than anything, and very ancient.”

He then turned to look at the two men still wrestling on the floor, “Then there is Jiu Jitsu, a form of combat that relies on submission and grappling. USe the weakness of an enemies body against them, use their weight, use the weakness of their wrists and elbows and knees and neck. Jiu Jitsu is likely to always end up on the ground. It is similar to wrestling, though wrestling requires than you pin the other person’s shoulders to the ground.

Krill turned to look at Sunny’s face and would have rolled his eyes at the giddy expression she had if it weren't for his inability to actually roll his eyes.

“Why are there so many types?’

Adam paused tapping his chin, “Well, humanity has always been working to find a system that works best. In many cases it started with a philosophy of some kind. IN certain cases it was poise, or focus or any number of things. Monks dedicated their entire lives to the mastery and perfection of a single art of combat. In a way it was almost like meditation that could be used in times of need. Some martial arts required steal or quick movement which spawned stuff like Ninjitsu and still live son in spots like parkour despite it not being a combat sport.”

He lend them further into the room, “A lot of them spawned out of the fact that humans just love to fight, we love to see who is physically better. It made it’s way to the olympics, and then into popular culture. Wrestling, while a great athletic endeavor was just as much a theater production as it was anything else and requires an understanding between two parties to put on the most dramatic show possible.”

He walked over a few feet pausing before the octagon, “Then someone had the idea of what would happen if you put the different martial arts up against each other in a contest of who is better hence Mixed Martial Arts fought in an octagon just like this. At first practitioners of one discipline were pitted against each other to see who was better.” He rested his hand against one of the braces, “In the end it ended up weeding out a lot of the older forms of martial arts which were more a form of art than actual fighting. Philosophy wasn’t exactly helpful in the octagon, and many of the flashier forms, while they looked cool in practice turned out to be impractical in the ring.

He dropped his bag to the floor, reaching in to take out a pair of gloves, “The idea became that the more brutal straight to the point contact sports were most superior.”

Sunny crossed her arms, “So what is it, which martial art is more superior?”

Adam grinned, “That’s the catch… all of them are.”

“What do you mean.”

“All of them are assuming you put them together. Fighters that were well versed in multiple styles of fighting were the most victorious.” he fell into a standard human fighting posture feet shoulder width one foot before the other hands up and loose before his face neck down, “If you can punch like a boxer, Kick like a Muay Thai fighter, grapple like a Jiu Jitsu master and put all of it together, you may have more than a chance of winning.” he patted the side of the cage, “The general consensus is that the best kind of fighting is one that doesnt just take focus from one discipline, it is someone who can take the best things from all the disciplines and put them together all at once.”

Sunny looked on rather hungrily at the ring.

“Let’s do it.”

He grinned back, “I thought you might be interested.

Krill just shook his head and backed away, leave it to the drev and the human to find one of the most dangerous pastimes in the world. Who would have thought that philosophy could span a better way to kick the shit out of someone.

Kril Turned his head to look around the room and was surprised at all the thighs he saw. He may not have agreed with the martial arts necessarily, but there was something to be said about the variety, and the sort of human that came out of it. The men and women he could see practicing were, without a doubt some of the fittest humans he had ever laid eyes on, and he spent his time with a crew that wasn’t likely to shirt their physical health.

Men and women alike glistened with lean muscle sharp and prominent against their sweat glazed skin. Hands punched bags over and over and over again. In certain cases he watched as men and women kicked wooden poles repeatedly ramming their shins against the unforgiving surface their faces barely showing any hint of pain,

The feats of acrobatics which they managed, and the way they utilized their center of gravity was astonishing. He saw a five foot woman throw a two hundred pound man over her head simply by throwing herself to her back and kicking the other man over.

While weight and size seemed to matter to some degree there were a few humans here who didn’t seem to care.

Sunny and Adam were on the other side of the room Adam explaining the idea of kinetic linking to sunny, how by moving your body, you could force the power from your feet, all the way up through your legs hips and back and into a single punch making it more powerful.

Krill could see, on a physiological standpoint where that was true.

He even watched for a few sessions as Sunny and Adam went a few rounds Adam winning a surprising amount of times for someone who was so small, but often using the techniques that Krill was seeing around the room.

It was only after they had taken a break and were gearing up to go again that Krill noticed another human walk onto the floor. He was an older human, the pigment having faded from his hair long ago, bleaching him silver. Despite that, the man had the body of someone half his age, lean and sinuous, veins crawling up his arms like the vines of a tree.

Adam was just pulling on his gloves when the man stepped up.

“Excuse me, son.”

Adam lifted his head standing when the man approached, “Can I help you.”

The man set down his bag. Based on his voice, the man was clearly an older gentlemen though Krill had trouble guessing. Either way he had the opinion that this guy probably should take it easier than this palace suggested.

“I hate to ask, but My sparring partner is sick today, and I was wondering if you might consider a round or two. You look spry enough.”

Adam blinked in surprise but then shrugged, “Yeah sure I guess.” The way his ione eye traveled over the man suggested he was having the same thoughts as krill. He seemed like he was a bit too old to be doing something like this. Krill worried that he could potential break or tear something , but no one said a word as the man set down his bag and took a few minutes to stretch.

Krill was a bit more than surprised at the flexibility of the old man who managed a full split in both directions after warming up.

Adam seemed a little less sure of himself upon seeing that.

He definitely could not do that.

The old guy’s face was lined with delicate wrinkles through the skin, the body becoming less taught with age, but when the two of them hopped up into the ring, the older man seemed just as energetic as Adam, which seemed surprising.

No matter though, as old as he was, he would probably tire pretty easily.

“What do you say, no crotch shots and no eye gouging.” Adam announced and the old man agreed as they moved into position.

Krill and Sunny came to the side of the cage to watch as the two men squared off.

Adam kept his hands a bit relaxed, still guarded but not too concerned.

The older man didn’t keeping tight and low as they circled for a bit.

“You’ll want to keep up your guard, son.” The man chided, and adam smiled but pulled his hands in tighter.

Krill tapped his fingers.

Sunny smirked as if she knew something he didn’t

They exchanged a few blows, Adam going eas and the old guy, well being old and slow as Krill had expected. Adam’s guard began to drop again, and then all of a sudden out of absolutely nowhere there was a sharp blur of motion and a loud THWACK.

Adam hit the ground hard dazed and confused as the old man stood over him.

Sunny ohhhhed in absolute glee.

Krill hissed in pain.

Adam had just been round kicked to the head.

“I told you to keep your guard up.” The old man said, reaching down a hand to help Adam to his feet, “probably also a good idea not to underestimate senior citizens.”

Adam rubbed his head, “Ok, ok I deserved that. Let's go another round.”

“You sure, you got your memory jogged kind of hard there.”

Adam shook himself and squared back up, his guard tight this time, “bring it on grandpa.”

The old man smiled and fell back into his stance. This time Adam was not smoking, and his expression was hard as he stared at the old man. Adam came forward with a jab which the man blocked and they exchanged a few punches catching each other only grazing blows as they hit.

Adam got a kick to the upper leg,, the old man took a body shot that should have downed him, but by the staggering way Adam moved to the side suggested he had kicked something as hard as a brick wall.

The old man moved forward and the two of them were suddenly head to head, hands gripping shoulders, fingers digging into shirts, before any of them knew what happened Adam was thrown to the ground his wrist held tightly in the other man’s hands,

He tried to get up but the old man leaped down after him throwing his legs over Adams chest and positioning his elbow over his hips.

He arched his back subtly which had Adam tapping one of his legs frantically.

He let go and the two disengaged.

Sunny cheered.

Adam rubbed his elbow, “Armbar?”

The old man smiled, “I’m old boy, not an invalid.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “I can see that. How about another round.”

With a teasing smile the old human winked a grey eye, “Only if you want to get beat again.”

Adam snorted, “yeah not so sure about that.” he squared up, “Besides, today’s early bird special is on a knuckle sandwich.”

The old man wiggled his head mockingly, “Oh a wise guy eh.”

Once Upon a time Krill would have assumed they were being aggressive in their words, but the cadence and the smiles on their faces assured him that, despite their actions, this was a friendly fight.

And how strange it was to see someone like the old man holding up so well against someone less than twice his age. By all rights Adam should have beaten him easily, but this old human despite his looks was more than what he appeared. Krill was going to have to do some more research on human aging processes, for there was something he felt he was missing.

The two had squared up again, dancing around in a circle as they came in repeatedly for attacks. Adam tried to get the upper hand with a sudden flurry of blows but the old man weathered it using precision to his advantage with precis body shots that had Adam packing off huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

At some point Adam did something neither of them had ever see, grabbing the man under his arms and turning, flipping the man over the fulcrum of his hips and sending him flowing into the ground. Adam jumped after trying to claim full mount but the old man somehow flipped him to the side and reversed it catching Adam around the back of the neck with a forearm.

The flat of his forearm went across Adam’s throat, his legs wrapped around his middle, and his opposite hand grabbed onto his wrist. As he squeezed, he also elongated his body..

Krill stepped forward hand out afraid the man was going to pop his cervical spine apart until Adam tapped falling to the ground with a grunt.

“Ok ok, ONE more time.” Adam said wobbling to his feet

The old man followed after grinning, “Whatever you say.”

This last fight went much like the one before it. An exchange up top and a sudden move onto the ground, though this time the man trapped adam using his legs, thighs constricting around the side of his neck.

Adam was still breathing just fine, until his body slumped to the side.

Krill leaped forward in shock and confusion thinking that the man had somehow injured his neck, killed him. But almost as soon as the man let go Adam twitched and then sat up looking groggy.

“What the.”

“You were supposed to tap before passing out.”

Adam rubbed his head, “Was that a triangle choke… didn’t even feel like I was choking.”

Krill stormed forward, “What happened! Adam are you alright. Do I need to call the police.”

Adam waved him off, “It was a blood choke krill, he temporarily cut off blood supply to my brain, no big deal.”

“No big deal!” Krill shreakied, “How is it having blood in your brain NOT a big deal.’

Sunny cheered with glee behind Krill’s protests leaping up into the ring and towards the old man, “Can you teach me.”

The old man seemed surprised, but agreed and glanced oer at Adam, “Someone needs some extra lessons anyway.”

Adam snorted and rolled his eyes but otherwise took it with good humor.

Krill sat fuming in the corner.

Humans, frigging humans always finding ways to hurt themselves. Crushing each other’s windpipes and cutting off carotid arteries, and bending joints that weren't supposed to be bent, and all for what because it was FUN to look STRONGER. He couldn't believe this.

Stupid

Stupid humans.

He was going to have to tell someone. He was going to have to rant.

He was…..

Probably going to write an academic paper, though he was going to be angry while doing it.

#humans are insane #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia

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simply-not-an-egg · 3 years

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Anyway, so I mentioned last night I had finished my deconstruction/analysis of the infamous beach scene from The Karate Kid, and that I was going to post a more in-depth analysis of Johnny and Ali’s feelings throughout. As an added bonus, I will be doing this along with the feelings of Bobby Brown, Dutch, and Daniel LaRusso. This is Part One in a three-part series.

Johnny Lawrence

This is the first scene we ever see Johnny in; this is his introduction into the series. Now, to someone watching this scene for the first time, without any background information gathered from Johnny’s character throughout the assorted Karate Kid Universe (or as I like to call it the KKU – I’m probably not the only one but oh well. I hear a lot of the creators calling it the Miyagi-verse, but I feel like KKU encompasses things in a better way, but anyway, back to the point of this), a viewer would likely think that Johnny Lawrence is a bit of an asshole. I, though, am not one of those people – I have gone into this analysis with the prior knowledge of Johnny’s upbringing, this being a rewatch after having watched Cobra Kai a few weeks ago. And such prior knowledge comes in handy when it comes to discussing these characters, especially Johnny Lawrence.

For some quick context information before I begin to discuss Johnny’s feelings in depth; Johnny Lawrence and Ali Mills had been together for two years prior to this scene, from the summer of 1982 to the summer of 1984. Recently, Ali has broken up with Johnny, due to the fact that, instead of attending her birthday party, he got drunk with his friends at a bar, henceforth forgetting about the birthday. What is important to note here though, before I continue, is that Johnny did not have any intention hurting Ali in such a way, as evidenced by his persistence to talk to her and set things straight, and, at the end of the day, ultimately be her boyfriend again. We also know that Ali was Johnny’s most trusted person in his life at that point, aside from his mother, Laura, and having that suddenly be ripped away, especially considering the fact that it was and is hard for him to make good relationships with anyone due to his history of being abused by family and manipulated by Kreese, would have caused him a great amount of pain and upset, something I can understand on a personal level, as Johnny and I are quite similar in character and the fact that we both share people-related trauma (at varying levels though, his being much more extreme than mine). I know from experience that it is one of the most painful, stressful, anxiety-inducing things to have someone you’ve shared so much of your guarded life with be taken from you all of a sudden, in whatever way you interpret taken to be.

So, the moment Johnny steps, or rather rides, on screen, we know what he is feeling; hurt, upset, scared. That being said, he is also feeling a sense of determination and assuredness, evidenced by the fact that he believes wholeheartedly that he and Ali will talk, and that he will be able to set things straight. This, of course, all comes crashing down when Tommy points Johnny’s focus to the scene unfolding on the beach; some stranger is down there, touching Ali’s arms as the two laugh and smile, before the two fall backwards, one on top of the other. This causes Johnny to feel anger, and I am going to argue here that it is less anger towards this stranger, but more so towards himself; he was too late, and that was his fault.

And the reason I say that this anger was more so directed to himself is because of his behaviour once he and his friends arrive at the beach; he is civil towards Ali, and, even though he knew this stranger was lurking not far away, he was not seeking him out. As Johnny himself states later in the scene, all he wanted to do was talk. Those were his only intentions coming to the beach, no more and no less.

The first thing Johnny does when talking to Ali then, on the beach, is kneeling down in front of her, so that they can be eye-to-eye, and I find this important to note as doing such a thing makes Johnny vulnerable. From someone like him (at least, for the people that have never seen anything in the KKU), one would expect that Johnny would stand while talking to Ali, who is sitting, as this is an intimidation tactic. But he does not, because he does not intend to scare Ali in any way – that’s one of the last things he wants to do – all he wants to do is talk.

In response to Johnny, who has spoken in a neutral tone to Ali when asking to speak to her, Ali is instantly aggressive in tone, telling him that they’ve already been through this, which in turn tells us that they have already talked before, or at least Ali may have (because from this scene alone I am inclined to believe that Ali wouldn’t have been inclined to hear Johnny out the first time, instead just letting her own feelings out and setting them on the table). Asking a second time to talk to Ali then, tone still neutral, Johnny then also turns Ali’s radio off in an attempt to get her to listen to him. Some may argue that this was bad behaviour on his part, but I disagree – he’s still being civil, he hasn’t shown any hint of aggression, again, that isn’t his intention. All he’s trying to do is get Ali’s attention in the nicest way he can, and since just talking to her isn’t working, maybe turning off the radio will.

At this point you’re also probably wondering why Johnny didn’t just leave by this point in time, but in this case one must remember, by nature, Johnny is a very stubborn person, and when his mind is set on doing something, he’ll keep trying until that something gets done (something I can once again relate to, as my personality is the same). It should also be noted that Ali, again, is a very important figure in his life, and he has hurt her, so all he wants to do now is try and make her feel better, or at least to try and fix what he ruined.

In response to Johnny turning the radio off, Ali turns it on again – she is quite set on not talking to him – and it is at this point, Johnny having been ignored in such a way, Johnny stands and takes the radio from Ali, turning it off again. It is then when his mood turns, although, again, upset at being ignored in such a way as he now feels, he is still relatively civil. He does not shout at Ali when he speaks to her again; yes his tone is a little more aggressive, but he refuses to raise his voice at her.

And while we’re here I would also like to quickly discuss the feelings running through Johnny’s head, the main feeling at this point, not being anger, but pain. He’s spent much of his life being ignored by people, being ignored and shunned and turned away, and such a thing takes its toll on the mind. Of course, by now, he’s probably more or less used to it, but in saying that it’s obvious he was also used to Ali always being open to listen to him – after all, as Johnny later says in Cobra Kai, Ali was the only person he ever fully let his guard down on – and her suddenly ignoring him as harshly as she is, would be causing him to feel a lot of pain.

Another thing that only escalates this pain, and brings forward a deep feeling of mistrust, is what happens next; Ali promises that she will talk to Johnny if he returns the radio to her, so he does, he returns the radio to her. She, though, backs out of her promise, instead turning the radio back on and ignoring him again.

It says a lot about Johnny’s character and his relationship with Ali when it comes to how he gave the radio back like that; once again, he doesn’t mean harm, he just wants to talk, and this only re-establishes that fact. But her ignoring him again, and breaking her promise, as I stated before, just goes on to increase the feeling of hurt, dismantle any feeling of hope he may have felt when Ali made that promise, and unearths a feeling of mistrust. And that feeling of pain and mistrust is important and plays a big role in Johnny’s next actions.

This time Johnny takes the radio and throws it on the ground in frustration. This is when he becomes very much uncivil. But bad as his actions are here, I can understand them completely. Aside from all the emotions he’s feeling at the moment, we also need to remember that Johnny doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions in a positive way.

Throughout his childhood he hid them, his anger, his tears, his pain, due to the consistent abuse handed down to him by Sid, and this worsens upon reaching his preteen years, as that is when he joins Cobra Kai and that is when Kreese gets a hold of him, and that is when Kreese begins his manipulations; reinforcing that tears are a sign of weakness, that talking about how you feel is a sign of weakness. This is when Johnny also learns that the only way to deal with his frustrations is in a physical manner – he learns that he needs to hurt others so they can feel his pain too, and so he can feel at least a little better than before (but not really better, because we all know, on the inside, this pain Johnny causes others only gives him a sense of regret because, at his core, he is a good person that bad things have happened to (yes I just used a Sirius Black quote, fight me, uwu). He knows what he is doing his wrong. But he doesn’t know how to stop it).

This is the moment then when Daniel enters the scene. But note, that Johnny does not attack Daniel as soon as he sees him; he gives him a word of warning, telling him to not touch the radio. Even when Daniel does pick up the radio all Johnny does is take it from him and question, in a teasing manner, if he’s deaf. Following that, he then shoves the radio in Daniel’s chest, which causes him to lose his footing and fall on his back. It is from this point on where Johnny thinks of Daniel as a threat.

And again, we can understand why; his emotions are already heighted and raw, and Daniel entering the scene frankly just made those emotions even more raw, if such a thing is possible. Again, Johnny never intended to go after Daniel (his intentions were simply to talk to Ali), but the moment Daniel arrived to the scene, that acted as an invitation for Johnny to let his feelings out on Daniel. Because now he also realises, or at the very least assumes, that Daniel is the problem; he’s now standing in the way of Johnny and Ali, figuratively and literally.

Following this, Daniel then runs to swing at Johnny, and once again, what Johnny does next is very telling of his true personality; Johnny trips Daniel. He goes completely backward on the motto that has constantly been playing in his head (strike first, strike hard, no mercy), and instead does not strike first or hard, and he shows mercy. A second time, Daniel runs at Johnny, and again all Johnny does his trip him.

It is only when Freddy’s gang and Johnny’s gang begin egging the two on, when Johnny makes a move, but for close watchers, it is Daniel who leans into striking first. While it is true he didn’t actually hit or kick Johnny first, he did make the motion to do such a thing, and in response Johnny fought back.

Now, I will say, it was a bit too much, the degree at which Johnny fought back, and it was absolutely wrong of Johnny to be so aggressive towards an amateur, not even, but once again we can understand why he did it. Once again, emotions aside for the moment, he has been thrown into a setting here where he’s supposed to be committing to proper combat, and in his head, I can guarantee, the only thing in there other than how he feels are those teachings from Kreese. Strike First. Strike Hard. No Mercy.

Daniel now on the ground now, Johnny talks to Ali again, telling her this is her fault, and that all he wanted to do was talk. And as aggressively as he delivers that sentence, I believe behind there there is true pain in what he says; we know Johnny, at heart, is a good person, we know that he is going to regret what he’s done to Daniel whether that be sooner or later, and of course he’ll regret what he did to Ali’s radio, and we know that that regret is going to cause Johnny a lot of pain. Because he doesn’t necessarily mean to take his anger out like that, but he doesn’t know how to do it any other way.

For a second time Ali tells Johnny she will talk to him, granted he leaves Daniel alone, but this time Johnny turns down the offer; he doesn’t believe her anymore, not after her broken promise from a few minutes earlier. Following this then Johnny makes his way to Daniel. He delivers a light tease, but does not instigate another fight – again, it was not his intention to fight in the first place and I strongly believe he would have avoided it, if he and Daniel, especially Daniel, hadn’t been peer-pressured and egged on to the degree that they were. In anger, Daniel then stands and punches Johnny in the mouth. In response, Johnny kicks Daniel twice and punches him in the face.

Again, I will say, this is too much on Johnny’s part, but again, I can understand why he did it. He felt the need to defend himself, on top of the fact that he was struggling with all these internal emotions, and didn’t know of any other way to deal with them.

Following this Ali starts hitting Johnny in the chest, quite hard, but again telling of his character, he does not make to defend himself at all when she does this to him. He does though, in anger, say this is Ali’s fault, something again he will later come to regret, whereas she returns his sentiment, saying everything is his fault and questioning why he always has to fight. He does not provide an answer, instead leaving the beach then with a swear, driving over the radio and getting sand in Daniel’s face all the while.

We do not see Johnny again until school the next day.

This scene, to me, is the most telling of Johnny’s personality. This scene, along with the scenes at the All Valley Tournament at the end of the movie. He never intends to be bad, he never intends to misbehave. He just doesn’t understand how to deal with his emotions, due to a life of living with abuse, whether by family or by Kreese. His intentions, as I’ve mentioned throughout, were never to fight Daniel. They were just to talk to Ali. They were just to fix what he had broken.

Like I said before, Johnny Lawrence is not an inherently bad person. On the inside, he’s a good person, who bad things have happened to.

#johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #ali mills #freddy fernandez #cobra kai #karate kid #lawrusso #yes i have tagged this lawrusso because i feel as though this is very important lore #john kreese #he gets last tag cuz i don't like him

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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when do you think theyll make hawkdemetri canon; in s4 or later (assuming it goes to 6 seasons)? i think the romantic aspects of their relationship will be empathized more clearly in s4 (hawk's jealousy of yasmime, their deep understanding and love for each other, etc) but they won't officially get together until the fifth season, leaving the last one to explore them figuring out how to go public and all that. or or i was thinking they do get together in s4 but due to the cobras threatening demetri or smth like that, they break up shortly after and don't get back together until the s5 or 6 finale. i feel like i'm being bold bc nothings set in stone but w what jon and hayden liked/rted im just ahhh!! so excited!!

Oh man, are we actually doing this now??? Are we actually discussing when Hawkmetri would hypothetically go canon???

EH, FUCK IT

IF SHE-RA WENT THROUGH WITH IT MAYBE IT ISN’T A MERE GAY KARATE PIPE DREAM

I personally see them making Hawk/Demetri an endgame pairing, so they wouldn’t officially get together until close to the end of the series--maybe even IN the series finale (which, as I believe I mentioned in one of my other posts, I would strongly prefer to be the kids’ senior prom, where a giant karate fight breaks out and everyone has to battle in tuxes and dresses because it would be HILARIOUSLY AWESOME). I think they might do it like She-Ra did Catradora, where they don’t confess their love and get together until the last (or close to the last) episode (Ah, She-Ra spoilers, I guess...but anyone who doesn’t know by now that Catra and Adora end up together has been living under a rock XD) but there’s LOTS of ship tease prior and maybe even a stolen kiss/hand-hold or two leading up to that moment. Either way, if they decide to go the Hawkmetri route, it definitely has Endgame Ship vibes to me, which means...good news is, we’re gonna win this bitch, and bad news is, I don’t think we’ll be seeing Hawkmetri proper anytime soon, especially if the show goes on for 6+ seasons D: But hey, we sure as hell have something to look forward to, if our hope isn’t totally misplaced!

I think most likely Demetri and Yasmine will date throughout Season 4, and I can see the writers using this to give Hawk a “green-eyed epiphany” of sorts, where he realizes he’s jealous of Yasmine in slightly more than a you’re-hanging-out-with-my-best-friend-more-than-me kind of way, and he’s just like “...oh fuck, am I gay? Shit shit SHIT” and cue Big Boi Angst! Probably by Season 5 Dem and Yaz will be broken up (because ain’t no one telling me a relationship founded on wedgies lasts more than one goddamn season), and that’s when we’ll start getting a lot more ship tease with Demetri and Hawk--subtle touches, a bit of hand-holding (but, of course, they’d find a way to do it in contexts where they can get away with it lol), “friendship teasing” that’s basically flirting, longing gazes when the other isn’t looking, getting a little TOO contact-happy when they spar--that kinda deal. Maybe at the end of Season 5, they’ll share a kiss, but they won’t want to address it or it’ll come with some complication. Like they’re both drunk, or maybe one kisses the other and then doesn’t want to talk about it afterwards because they’re too embarrassed, etc etc. And they’re both trying to figure out if everyone’s even going to be cool with them being gay anyways.

Season 6 I see as being more or less the same thing, with lots of ship tease and mutual pining and such, but it’s a bit more intense now and kinda complicated by the fact that they’re more directly aware of their affection for each other being romantic and they’re both trying to come to terms with the fact that they’re definitely probably not straight. They’re also slowly realizing they’re full-on in love with each other too, and they’re both trying to work up the courage to just ask the other to be with them. And then at the end of the season they finally do it, and then go to Karate Prom together!!! The madlads!!!

GRANTED, I’m REALLY trying not to get my own hopes up about all this, BUT the fact that one of the show creators liked someone’s tweet asking if Hawk and Demetri were gonna be the LGBT rep and another creator straight-up RETWEETING Hawk x Demetri fanart is...admittedly very promising!!! I’m really really hoping beyond hope that this ship happens!!! But Korrasami happened, Catradora happened...so anything is possible!!! It’s certainly easier to make a gay ship with semi-major characters canon than it used to be. I just hope the homophobic side of the Cobra Kai fanbase doesn’t mess this up for us by bitching about “PC” LGBT representation to the showrunners or something :/ Man...it’s honestly kind of alarming to see the amount of people who seem against shipping Hawk and Demetri solely because...they’re both guys??? Like people really be like “UGH these two guys are PLATONIC FRIENDS why must you make it GAY???” As if anyone in the history of EVER has said “UGH this guy and this girl are PLATONIC FRIENDS why must you make it STRAIGHT???” because...they’re already “defaulted” to be straight :/ Sigh...this is the depressing world we live in, I guess.

Fingers still crossed for Hawk x Demetri, though!!! Let’s make it canon through the Power of Karate!!!

Man I am on a ROLL tonight, I can’t fuckin sleep so instead I’m in my askbox shitposting about the binary boyfriends nonstop XD 3 asks in one night, babeyyyyy!

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #demetri x hawk #eli x demetri #elimetri #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk #cobra kai #cobra kai season 4 #cobra kai season 5 #cobra kai season 6 #demetri #eli

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mycelier · 3 years

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Xena Coffee Shop A/U Idea

So Gabrielle works in coffee shop, maybe Starbucks, but more likely a smaller more niche store that is soft and quiet with big squishy couches where all the regulars know and love her. She’s exhausted from managing the place without being an official manager (or maybe she is idk) but she smiles often and the place remains busy despite a Starbucks having moved in just around the block because (although she would absolutely deny this) the patrons look forward to her positivity and advice. But people know not to mess with her or try to cause trouble for her or any of her fellow employees because although she is sweet she’ll kick you out if you even THINK about being rude to any of the employees.

Xena founded a karate/jujitsu/something hybrid gym SOMETHING where her primary focus is helping people (in particular, women or marginalized people who feel weak or unsafe or feel incapable of protecting themselves), but she doesn’t turn away people if they come to her for the right reasons. She hosts daily fighting lessons using different techniques (jujitsu, weapons, hand to hand, p much everything) and had reached an almost legendary status to those who have come to her in their time of need. It is well known in many circles that Xena used to the be the head of a....gang? Crime syndicate? Mob? I’m not sure, but something HUGE and something that made her a lot of money and a LOT of enemies before she left the life for good. I kind of like the idea of her being some kind of crime boss for some huge underground syndicate because that gives some room for some kidnappings and crazy stuff but also that’s hot as hell.

Joxer DEFINITELY becomes an employee by simple virtue of being in the store so much and bugging her so much that he may as well be being paid for it (but also he is...surprisingly good at creating new roasts and making cool new drinks so why not). He thinks he’s suave (like Ares) but deep down knows he’s not.

Ares is the obnoxious rude ass businessman who treads the line of being banned from the store but is accepted only because he buys ENORMOUS amounts of their coffee for his meetings or whatever. He’s buff as hell and has reflexes that put a cat to shame. I’m not sure if he’s officially into martial arts but he knows a lot of things from a lot of places. OH MAYBE HE IS LIKE BIG BOSS OF CRIME SYNDICATE THAT HAD BEEN PARTNERED WITH XENA’S IDK.

Ephiny is a student of Xena’s; she’s amazing but struggles with trusting partners after the loss of her husband (Phantes). Her son is just getting to the point of toddling and she already has him INVOLVED with Xena as much as is physically possible. She also works with Gabrielle in the coffee shop and is the eventual link that brings Gab and Xena together.

Callisto was Xena’s top student and top pain in the ass until the loss of her family. She now trains at a “rival” dojo. She’s constantly proclaiming herself better than Xena and trying to take Xena down a notch or two despite the fact that that’s not how any of this works. She lost her mom and sister in a fire and blames Xena (she was 8 or 9 and a student at Xena’s dojo; Xena took her home one evening with nobody came to pick her up after practice. she tried to run into the burning building but it was too far gone. she claims Xena kept her from saving her family but deep down thinks that if she hadn’t been at practice she might have been able to save them). She will probably have some kind of redemption arc because I feel bad for her even though she is irredeemable (from what I’ve seen so far in the show).

Perdicus worked at the coffee shop but left to figure out how he could win Gabby’s heart (they grew up together and he’s loved her since he knew what love was but she’s always been...unsure). He’s gonna be in the thing as like...some kind of friend at the very least because Callisto did him dirty in the show and I liked him.

Iolus and Hercules MAY run the “rival” gym. “Rival” continues to be in quotes because although everyone in the town sees them (Xena and Herc) as rivals, they have nothing but respect for one another. Herc is in love with Xena (she thought she loved him too..once.) and Iolus THINKS he’s in love with Xena and then thinks he loves Gabby but realizes he loves Hercules; this may be a uniting factor for Xena and Gabby as they work to try and help Iolus overcome his insecurities and confess his feelings to Hercules (who will be startled but is bi as hell and will be really excited because he thought Iolus was SUPER into Gabby/straight as could be).

Autolycus is an art thief a la Cary Grant in Psych. He has a lot of money but lives relatively modestly and donate a fair amount to charities and to Gabby’s coffee shop, all under a pseudonym of course because it could never get out that he secretly wants to be Robin Hood more than anything in the world. Perhaps at some point the coffee shop has gone broke (maybe Krykus runs the shop and he’s an asshole who doesn’t care and ends up stealing a ton of money and running off into the night?????) and Autolycus (and Xena) band together to purchase the shop and put it to Gabby’s name (which upsets Gabby at first until she realizes that they were helped by the ENTIRE STAFF and a lot of the loyal customers because they love her and they love the changes she’s made to the shop).

I’m thinking...maybe one night, late, after Gabby had to stay to do inventory and order stock, she’s mugged. They have a gun and although she’s willing to give them what’s in her wallet, she fights back when they threaten to physically assault her and she ends up punched a few times. Now, depending on how dark I want this to be...she’s either beat up BAD and ends up joining the gym after Ephiny finds her and takes her to the hospital and demands she take better care of herself....but more likely (because it’s HOTTER), Gabby is saved by Xena, who had also been at her gym late doing an inventory and stock of the small pre-packaged bars and shakes she sells or something, important because maybe Gabby will start providing some kind of healthy snack as a thank you to Xena??? Anyway, Xena busts in after Gabby’s beat up and saves the damn day. Now!!! Either Xena falls in love INSTANTLY but keeps it way down because that’s who she is, or she simply thinks Gabby is cute (’m not decided) and is delighted at first when she sees Gabby show up to her gym. Gabby is enraged and frustrated that she wasn’t able to protect herself and Xena shows her how to redirect and channel her anger away from doing harm and into protecting herself.

This will EVENTUALLY and ultimately be a Xena x Gabby fic but I think it’s gonna take a while for Gabby to get there. When she realizes she loves Xena it will hit her like a sack of bricks and she won’t be able to breathe for a few moments as she takes in the woman who has become her best friend in the entire world and realizes that she absolutely loves her.

And that’s more writing or thinking about writing than I’ve done in eons but I wanted to get it down somewhere.

#xena fic idea #xena warrior princess #xena x gabrielle FOREVER #writing ideas for sometime when I actually think I can write #if anyone is even vaguely interested lemme know!#sometimes encouragement goes a long way with me

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