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—The art of eyecontact —

Pairings ; Axel Kovacevic x fem!reader

Summary ; After spending a night together, Axel made a mistake, regretting his actions soon after. His friend Zara, seeing the tension between them, steps in to help by offering advice and encouragement. She urges Y/n to reconsider the situation, emphasizing that Axel’s feelings are genuine despite his hesitation, and suggests that Y/n give him another chance to explain himself.

Warnings ; none (I think)

Mentions ; @oscarisdaddy69 @babylambdietcoke @karmaswitch

Pt. 2

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I woke up feeling completely drained, as though I had been transformed into a zombie overnight. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was already 8 a.m., and the harsh reality hit me- I had only managed to get one hour of sleep. My mind, still foggy with exhaustion, was suddenly flooded with memories of the night before, replaying every detail vividly.

Turning to the side of the bed, I noticed Axel was nowhere to be seen. However, the sound of running water from the bathroom confirmed he was in the shower. Deciding not to waste time, I slipped back into the clothes I had worn the previous night. Once Axel emerged, I planned to let him know that I would head back to my own room to get ready.

'Hi.' I turned around to see Axel standing there in simple, casual clothes. I offered him a small smile and a quick wave, keeping it light. He didn't say much as he walked closer to me, his presence commanding yet calm. Instead of a kiss, he pulled me into a hug.

The embrace was warm and steady, and I couldn't help but notice the distinct, luxurious scent of his cologne—it was rich and captivating, lingering in the air between us. His warmth was comforting, a stark contrast to the exhaustion I was still feeling.

'I should get going. The next event is in four hours,' I said, my eyes drifting toward the bed where, just an hour ago, we had been sleeping together. On the chair nearby were the folded clothes he had lent me to sleep in. They were neatly arranged, a small but thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

When I looked back at Axel, I noticed a soft pink hue coloring his cheeks, a hint of shyness that made the moment feel unexpectedly tender.

'Thank you for everything,' I added, my voice gentle as I tried to ease the subtle awkwardness lingering between us. I wanted to make the atmosphere feel more comfortable, even as I prepared to leave.

He gave a small nod, his demeanor calm and composed. 'No problem at all. I enjoyed your company,' he replied, his voice relaxed and warm. He seemed far more at ease than he had been the day before, when tension had defined his every movement. This softer side of him made me smile, even if just inwardly.

—

'Oh my god, no way!' Sam exclaimed, pacing back and forth across the room while I sat silently on the edge of my bed, unsure of how to respond.

'So, are you two like... a thing now?' she asked, stopping abruptly to look at me, her hands firmly planted on her hips and one eyebrow arched high.

I bit the inside of my cheek, the question hanging heavily in the air. I didn't have an answer—not for her, not even for myself. Instead, I shrugged, a silent gesture that conveyed my uncertainty. My lips pressed into a straight line as my thoughts drifted to the tournament happening in just a few hours, offering a convenient distraction from her probing stare.

'Let's just get ready,' I said, standing up and reaching for my karate uniform, eager to shift the conversation away from Sam's relentless curiosity.

'We'll have this talk later, young lady!' she yelled after me, her voice full of mock authority. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pointing at me, as if to emphasize her determination.

I couldn't help but laugh at her over-the-top seriousness as I walked to the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over me, clearing my head before the day ahead.

—

As Robby and I walked into the building where the Sekai Taikai event was taking place, my eyes immediately landed on Tory standing in the lobby. She looked composed but intense, her focus evident. Robby sighed beside me, already taking a step in her direction, but I gently stopped him, deciding to approach her myself.

'Y/n,' she greeted, her tone serious, her expression unreadable. The captain's headband was already tied firmly around her head, a symbol of her leadership and resolve.

'Tory... how are you feeling?' I asked, letting out a small sigh, my voice softer than usual. She didn't respond right away, standing in silence as if weighing her words. The tension in the air was palpable, and I found myself stepping forward without hesitation, wrapping her in a hug.

At first, she didn't move, her arms stiff at her sides, clearly hesitant. But after a few seconds, I felt her hands rest on my back. She sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that seemed to carry everything she couldn't say. Her grip tightened, and for a brief moment, she hugged me back fiercely before pulling away.

'Everyone on your team is mad at me,' Tory said, her voice quiet as she shifted her gaze from the ground back to me. There was a flicker of guilt in her eyes, a vulnerability she rarely let show.

'They're not,' I replied, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. 'They understand how you feel and why you left.' My words came out gently, hoping to ease her mind. I was about to say more when a group of Tory's teammates, including Kwon, walked up to her. Their eyes darted toward me, filled with disdain and unspoken accusations.

Sensing the rising tension, I offered Tory a quick goodbye and stepped away, heading toward the locker rooms where I assumed my team would be waiting. On the way, I nearly bumped into Zara. Seeing her brought back the memory of yesterday, when she'd helped me with the water. Her kindness lingered in my mind, making the chance encounter feel a little less coincidental.

'Hi Zara, I wanted to thank you so much for the water and—' I started, but she cut me off before I could finish.

'It was Axel's idea,' she said matter-of-factly. 'But he was too shy to bring it to you himself, so he asked me to do it for him. Which I did.' Her tone was short, almost dismissive, leaving me momentarily speechless.

'Still, thank you,' I managed, offering a small smile while my thoughts drifted elsewhere. I couldn't help but wonder where Axel was now and why he hadn't just come to me himself.

'Do you know where he might be?' I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Zara turned slightly and gestured toward the direction of her team's locker room. 'He's in our locker room,' she said with a small, knowing smile before walking off without another word.

I stood there for a moment, processing her answer, before deciding what to do next. Her casual demeanor left me feeling more curious than ever about Axel and why he seemed so hesitant to approach me directly.

I sighed as I made my way to their locker room, hesitating briefly before giving the door a soft knock. It opened to reveal their sensei, who looked at me with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

'May I help you?' he asked, his tone formal as he opened the door wider. Over his shoulder, I saw Axel deep in conversation with one of his teammates. The moment they noticed me, their chatter stopped, and all eyes turned in my direction.

'May I speak with Axel?' I asked, my voice tinged with stress. Memories of what had happened to him resurfaced, and a wave of discomfort washed over me.

Axel stood up almost immediately, but before he could step out, the sensei placed a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.

'One minute,' the sensei instructed, his tone firm. Axel nodded and quickly walked toward me once he was released. His gaze met mine briefly before darting around, scanning the area as if checking for prying eyes. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist gently but firmly and led me down the hall, pulling me into an empty locker room.

'Axel, I—' I began, but he interrupted me, his tone sharp and distant.

'Yesterday was a mistake. We shouldn't be hanging around with each other. You're my opponent, and there's nothing going on between us,' he said coldly, his posture stiff, the same tense demeanor he had shown the day before.

For a moment, I stood there, speechless. I didn't know what to feel—whether I should be hurt, relieved, or indifferent. Deep down, I had seen it coming. Kissing someone you barely know, someone you'd only met yesterday, was bound to lead to complications. It was a reality I couldn't ignore.

A soft sigh escaped me as I nodded, silently acknowledging his words. I kept my gaze fixed on the walls of the empty locker room, avoiding his piercing eyes. 'I understand,' I said quietly, my voice steady, though my thoughts felt scattered.

I opened my mouth to say something, to call him back, but no words came out. Axel had already turned around and walked away, his steps deliberate and unyielding. I stood there, frozen in place, unable to move or stop him.

A heavy sigh escaped me as I sank onto a nearby bench, my thoughts swirling. The weight of his words lingered, leaving an uncomfortable ache in their wake. I stared at the floor, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar feeling that had settled in my chest.

Had I attached too quickly? Maybe he had, too—at least for a moment. It all felt like a whirlwind, a connection that had sparked so suddenly and burned out just as fast. I pressed my palms together, trying to steady myself and figure out how to let go of something that hadn't even begun.

I sat still for a moment, trying to collect myself. I reminded myself that crying or stressing over a boy who thought it was okay to toy with someone's feelings wasn't worth it. Just as I started to steel my resolve, a chuckle broke the silence.

Looking up, I saw Kwon leaning against the doorway, watching me with an amused expression. I rolled my eyes and stood, ready to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

'Heartbroken?' he asked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. His attempt at puppy dog eyes made my annoyance spike even higher.

I pushed against him, but he didn't even flinch, instead bursting into laughter.

'That's cute,' he said, finally calming down and giving my shoulder a playful pat. I stood silently, my irritation already at its peak.

'I heard everything that guy said,' he added casually, his tone shifting slightly. His words made me bite the inside of my cheek, discomfort creeping in. I didn't like the idea of anyone eavesdropping on such a moment, especially not someone like Kwon.

I took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm myself.

'Move, Kwon,' I said firmly, brushing past him and walking out of the locker room. I could still feel his eyes fixed on my back, but I ignored the weight of his stare and continued toward our team's locker room.

Inside, I found Sam, Devon, Hawk, and Robby sitting together. They were deep in conversation, their energy noticeably lighter than mine.

'Did you hear the news?' Devon asked excitedly, his eyes practically lighting up.

I tilted my head to the side, confused, as I walked to the nearest locker and began putting my things away.

'No?' I replied, my curiosity piqued.

Devon's enthusiasm was clear, and Sam and Robby seemed just as thrilled. Hawk, on the other hand, looked far less amused, sitting silently with a faint scowl. His expression was enough to make me wonder what exactly this "news" could be.

'So, Miguel is back in Los Angeles, right? Kenny is taking his place,' Devon said cheerfully, practically bouncing in her seat.

'Oh, that's awesome news!' I replied, matching her excitement. Despite my happiness for Miguel, a flicker of worry for his mother crossed my mind. 'When will he arrive?' I added, glancing at Sam, who seemed just as eager to hear more.

As Devon started talking again, I reached for my phone, pulling it out to quickly text Miguel. Hey, is everything alright with your mom? I stared at the screen for a second before pressing send, hoping to hear good news soon.

Almost immediately after sending the message, my phone buzzed with a response. Everything is alright, thanks for asking, and good luck, Miguel's reply read. I let out a sigh of relief, the tension in my chest easing slightly. At least one worry had been lifted, and I was glad to know he and his family were doing okay.

I sat down and leaned back, letting my eyes drift shut for a moment, hoping to clear my mind or maybe even steal a few minutes of rest. But the weight of what had happened with Axel lingered, refusing to let me relax. The memory of his cold words and the way he walked away without looking back gnawed at me, twisting into an uneasy knot inside me.

'I'm going to the training room,' I murmured quietly, standing up and grabbing my water bottle. My teammates were still deep in conversation, so I slipped out unnoticed, grateful for a moment alone.

The training room was empty when I arrived, and the sight of the silent, open space was a relief. The quietness felt like a balm to my frayed nerves, and I welcomed the solitude. Setting my water bottle down in the corner, I began moving through a series of taka drills. Each strike and kick became a release, a way to channel the emotions swirling inside me.

The repetition of the movements steadied me, grounding me in their familiar rhythm. For the first time since the conversation with Axel, I felt some of the weight begin to lift. The stress and confusion didn't completely disappear, but with every precise move, I could feel my mind slowly clearing, piece by piece.

—

After the event, our team ended up ranking second. The Iron Dragons claimed first place, while Tiger Strike secured third. This outcome meant that Cobra Kai, unfortunately, had to leave Barcelona. The news shocked me, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for Tory. She had worked so hard to get her team to this level, and it felt unfair for it to end this way.

Later, as I walked into the hotel lobby, I saw Tory sitting with her luggage, waiting with an air of quiet resignation. It was clear she was preparing to leave. Just then, an announcement came over the hotel's intercom, instructing all participants to gather in the lobby for an important update.

Curiosity buzzed through the crowd as everyone assembled. The room quieted as Gunther Braun, the head of the tournament, stepped forward to deliver the news. His expression was serious, commanding everyone's full attention.

'We have received credible information that members of the Tiger Strike team used performance-enhancing drugs during the tournament,' he announced, his voice grave. A collective gasp spread through the room, followed by murmurs of shock and disbelief.

Gunther continued, 'As a result, Tiger Strike has been disqualified, and their rankings nullified. This adjustment means Cobra Kai will retain their place in the tournament.'

The announcement hit like a bolt of lightning. Cobra Kai, instead of being eliminated, could now remain in the competition.

On the surface, I felt genuine happiness for Tory. She had given her all to this competition, and she deserved to see it through. But deep down, I couldn't ignore the anxiety creeping in. Cobra Kai was back in the running, and I knew all too well how formidable they could be as opponents. Their return wasn't just a stroke of luck for them—it was a reminder that the path ahead was about to get even more challenging.

I glanced over at Tory, and to my surprise, she smiled at me. Her teammates were cheering loudly, celebrating their unexpected chance to stay in the competition. Despite the chaos around her, Tory seemed calm, her expression soft with relief.

Turning my head, I caught Demetri rolling his eyes, clearly unimpressed by the situation. Hawk, on the other hand, looked furious, his jaw clenched tightly and his arms crossed as he glared toward the Cobra Kai group. Our senseis stood nearby, their expressions a mix of stress and unease. It was clear they weren't thrilled with the announcement either; this development added more pressure to an already intense situation.

The atmosphere felt stifling, the noise and tension overwhelming. Needing a break, I decided to step outside for some fresh air. Without saying a word, I slipped out of the building and started walking.

The cool air was a welcome relief as I wandered toward a nearby grocery store. The quiet of the streets contrasted sharply with the buzzing energy I had just left behind. Once inside the store, I browsed the aisles absentmindedly, grabbing something small to eat. It wasn't much, but the act of doing something mundane helped calm my mind, even if only for a moment.

—

Sitting on a random bench in the park, I tore off a piece of my croissant, savoring the flaky pastry as I let the quiet surroundings ease some of my stress. The fresh air and serene atmosphere helped clear my mind, if only a little. Tomorrow was the semi-finals, and I knew I needed to be completely focused and calm to give my best performance.

As I took another bite, my phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw a notification—Kwon from Cobra Kai has followed you. I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. Of course, he'd find a way to insert himself into my day.

Before I could put my phone away, another notification caught my attention: a message request. It was from Zara.

Curious, I hesitated for a moment before accepting the request. Almost immediately, her message popped up. We need to meet up as soon as possible.

Her words were short and cryptic, making me frown. What could she possibly want to discuss, and why the urgency? Whatever it was, I had a feeling it wasn't something I could ignore.

Sure, when do you have time? I quickly typed and hit send. Not even a moment later, Zara replied: I have time now or later at the club.

I frowned. The thought of going to a loud, crowded club didn't appeal to me—I needed rest, especially with the semi-finals tomorrow. Instead, I texted back, suggesting we meet at Parc de la Ciutadella. The response came almost immediately: she liked my message, confirming she'd meet me there.

I leaned back on the bench, finishing off the rest of my croissant. The peace didn't last long, though, as I suddenly felt a pat on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around only to see Kwon standing there, a smug grin plastered across his face.

I let out a deep sigh, rolling my eyes at his intrusion, hoping he'd take the hint that I wasn't in the mood for his antics. Instead, he just laughed and casually plopped down next to me.

'Aw, did Axel leave my poor Y/n all alone?' he teased, his tone dripping with mock sympathy.

I shot him a cold, unimpressed glare. 'Just leave,' I said, my voice sharp.

Kwon held his hands up in mock defense, clearly enjoying my irritation. To my annoyance, he stayed planted in place, looking far too amused.

As I reached for the last piece of my croissant, he snatched it out of my hand with a mischievous grin and stood up.

'Thanks for the snack,' he said, walking off without a care in the world.

I clenched my fists, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from yelling something back at him. The only consolation was that he was finally gone.

'I see you're juggling two boys at once.'

Startled, I looked up from my phone to see Zara standing there, her expression a mix of teasing and seriousness.

'What do you mean by two boys at once?' I asked, genuinely confused.

She sighed, crossing her arms. 'It's obvious, even from a mile away, that boy from Cobra Kai likes you.' She gestured vaguely, then pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of the fountain in front of us as if this were just a casual chat.

I furrowed my brows, unsure where she was going with this.

'You know... Axel told me about you,' she began. 'That first day we got here, when you bumped into him, he mentioned you. He said you caught his eye.' She glanced at me to gauge my reaction but didn't pause long enough for me to respond.

'I didn't believe him at first,' she continued. 'I didn't really want him to fall for someone, especially not an opponent. I've known him since high school, and I can tell you—he didn't exactly have a social life back then. He never really experienced liking someone, let alone pursuing them.'

She paused, looking more thoughtful now. 'But then today, he told me about what happened yesterday. And... well, I saw his lock screen. It's a picture of you.'

I blinked in surprise, not sure what to say.

'That's when I thought, okay, maybe he really does like you,' Zara admitted. 'But just after the announcement earlier, he told me he said something harsh to you—about not wanting to know you. He regrets it, by the way. And now he's asked me to talk to you about it.'

I listened carefully, trying to process everything. Zara's voice softened. 'Look, I know this is probably a lot, but Axel isn't a bad guy. He's just... inexperienced. And a little scared, I think.'

For a moment, we sat in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly easy, either. I could feel her waiting for me to say something, but I didn't know where to start.

Finally, Zara broke the silence. 'You have three choices here. I know two of them,' she said, leaning back slightly.

'The first,' she continued, counting on her fingers, 'is that you talk to him, work things out, and become this epic, soulmate, love-of-your-life couple with a fairytale future and all that.' She waved her hand dramatically, clearly poking fun but also being sincere.

'The second option is that you just decide you don't want anything to do with him. You let it go, cut the cord, and move on.'

I tilted my head slightly, processing her words. 'What about the third option?' I asked.

She sighed, shrugging as if it were obvious. 'That's the one you have to figure out for yourself,' she said simply.

I looked down at the ground, the weight of her words settling over me. I didn't have an answer yet, but I knew I had to decide soon.

'And don't get Axel wrong, Y/n,' Zara said, her tone soft but firm. 'He just... doesn't really know how everything works. He's figuring it out. And honestly, I didn't expect you two to work out when he first mentioned you. You're such different people.'

She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully. 'When he told me you caught his eye, I decided to pay more attention to how you act. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some creepy stalker or anything,' she said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

'But you remind me of a golden retriever,' she said with a teasing grin. 'And while Axel's not quite a black cat, he's more like a doberman.' Her laughter was awkward but genuine, as if she was trying to make sense of her own analogy.

I raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a small smile. 'So you're comparing us to dogs now?' I asked, mildly amused by her unexpected metaphor.

'Basically, yeah,' she said with a sheepish shrug. 'But what I mean is, you two are so different. We've always known Axel to keep to himself—he's never been the kind of person to share his feelings. At least, not until the past few days when he started asking me for advice. You should've seen him when he asked me to bring you those water bottles—he was blushing so hard it was like he turned into a different person.'

Zara smiled warmly. 'I just want you to know that I'm genuinely happy for you both. I really hope you rethink everything I've said because I think there's something special here.'

She stood up, brushing her hands off and glancing at the fountain. I looked up at her, surprised when she leaned down and hugged me gently.

'It's going to be okay, Y/n,' she said softly. 'Don't stress too much about it.'

Before walking off, she turned and blew a quick kiss in my direction, her usual playful attitude peeking through. I waved at her, unable to find the right words to respond.

Once she was gone, I sighed and sank back onto the bench behind me. My mind was swirling with everything she'd said. I sat there for a while, staring at the fountain, trying to figure out what I should do next. The decision wasn't going to be easy.

[glamourscat]

you’re now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fans🤭🤭🤭

THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isn’t weak????? its canon damian says “drake is stronger than i like to admit” or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon he’s a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really don’t want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldn’t do the ‘jacked and kind’ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG

and he’s really smart like i don’t even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!

i mean i get it tim isn’t the most popular robin but he’s really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot who’s just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.

and bcz of the misinformation people just don’t like tim😭😭😭😭

and i don’t even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS

ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorry🙏🏼 AND i would like to send some asks when im more awake😭😭😭 it’s 3am rn

Don’t worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this 🤝🏻. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, let’s be moots 😭. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.

and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)

Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! I’m going to be honest here, I think Tim’s mischaracterization as “weak” boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twink……. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that can’t think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?

When I see people butchering Tim’s character, it’s clear to me that they haven’t read the comics. I’m not saying you need to read ALL of them—that’s just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.

He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruce’s training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.

He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: let’s remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isn’t ripped and has a leaner build doesn’t mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batman’s proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.

And on the coffee addiction—that’s so funny to me because, if I’m not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it 😭.

I just can’t. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his father’s dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didn’t want to be taken in by Bruce.

He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He can’t handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.

This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.

He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much

[neilonewolf]

Welcome to the 37th hunger games ✨

This exclusive catalog presents the Relics of the 37th Hunger Games—the personal tokens each tribute carried into the arena. Handpicked. Heartfelt. Haunting.

Follow the Games through the objects they left behind. Because in Panem, even memories serve the Capitol.

Relic #1: Golden Heart Necklace | Materials: 14-karat gold | Available Replication: 10,000 Panars

Eurydice lived on the seam of District 12 where coal dust settled like snow on cracked windowsills and hunger crept into every corner of the home. She was the eldest of four, her hands calloused not from schoolwork, but from caring for her siblings and scrubbing the soot-stained floors. Their father, a coal miner with a meager income and a tired back, did what he could, but the mines offered little more than blackened lungs and empty stomachs. Too often, they went to bed with growling bellies and dreams of bread.

Eurydice and her Pa argued frequently. She begged to go down into the shafts herself to shovel coal, haul carts, anything to keep the littler ones from starving. But her father, proud and protective, forbade it. “I didn’t survive the cave-ins and gas leaks just to watch my daughter be buried alive,” he would say, voice rough as gravel. He wanted her to stay in school, to find a future above ground, far from the black abyss that had already swallowed so many.

Yet despite the soot and sorrow, Eurydice's beauty remained untouched. Her dark skin gleamed like polished obsidian, and her ember-bright eyes carried a glow that even the Capitol couldn’t ignore. During the tribute parade, while others shimmered in outlandish costumes, Eurydice wore a loose-fitting miner's uniform. Baggy pants, worn boots, and a coal-dusted helmet—the garb of a dead-end life. But she wore it with such unshakable confidence that the Capitol fell silent. She didn’t look out of place. She looked like defiance incarnate. She looked like District 12. For her, it felt like her father was with her with the coal miner's outfit.

When her podium rose into the arena, the darkness somehow comforted her. She was right home. This was her element. There was only a faint light coming from the glowing cornucopia. She felt confident on grabbing a pickaxe but before she could get her hands on it, a trident pierced her beautiful neck. Her token, a golden necklace was covered in blood. No one will ever know that this necklace was given to her by the mayor of district 12 whom she slept with in order to feed her siblings and to help her Pa.

The girl from District 4 quickly turned around to defend the supplies while her allies finished many tributes as much as they can through the dim light. As soon as the bloodbath ended, darkness fell into the arena until the bright shining Capitol seal emerged into the darkness enlighting the entire arena. For the first time, the tributes get a clear view of their playground—a forest with giant trees and tall grasses. Besides Eurydice, eight more tributes had fallen in the bloodbath:

Nikola Gambrel D5F | 17 | Score: 8 | Weapon: x | Killed by: D4M | Placement: 18th/24 | Best Dressed Tributes in the Opening Ceremony

Newt Ambrose D5M | 18 | Score: 9 | Weapon: axe | Kills: x | Killed by: D1M | Placement: 19th/24 | Best Dressed Tributes in the Opening Ceremony

Albany Soar D6F | 16 | Score: 5 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D1F | Placement: 23rd/24

Jody Lunion D7F | 17 | Score: 7 | Weapon: x | Kills: 1 | Killed by: D1M | Placement: 16th/24

Jeremiah Binder D8M | 18 | Score: 6 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D2M |Placement: 22nd/24

Lando Bayward D9M | 16 | Score: 7 | Weapon: sword | Kills: 1 | Killed by: D7F | Placement: 17th/24

Milka Denson D10F | 16 | Score: 5 | Weapon: x Kills: x | Killed by: D9M | Placement: 20th/34

Paul Shepard D10M | 14 | Score: 4 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D2F | Placement: 21st/24

Eurydice Underhill | 17 | Score: 6 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D4F | Placement: 24th/24

End of Day 1 • 15 Tributes Remaining

Relic #2: Terrarium Ring | Original Materials: iron band, live miniature moss, grasses or petals | Available Replication and Similar Design: 4,000 Panars (price varies by inlay)

Moringa sighed in relief after confirming that her district partner was still alive after watching the fallen. They had made a brief eye contact as she clutched a bag she snatched back from the Cornucopia. He appeared to be holding a sickle. She considered running toward him, but she had already escaped the bloodbath and is quite a distance at that time. The moment passed, and just like that, they were separated.

The arena remained cloaked in a dim haze, not pitch-black, but not enough to trust what your eyes saw. For someone from District 11, where workers often toiled long past sunset, the murkiness felt oddly familiar.

When the Capitol seal lit up the sky to show the faces of the fallen, Moringa used the brief light to investigate the contents of her bag while paying attention to the portraits. It held two empty flasks, four apples, one loaf of bread, two cans of dried beef, and a flashlight engraved with the proud motto: The Capitol Provides Light. How poetic. Apparently, this year's theme was light, both symbolic and painfully literal.

She was still unpacking this metaphor when a sound snapped behind her. A twig, perhaps. Or a tribute, if she was lucky. What emerged, however, was much more imaginative. Bats? Monkeys? Try both. Creatures with leathery wings, clawed hands, and rows of jagged teeth flew straight toward her. She swung her bag wildly, smashing skulls and coating the grass in blood.

Panting, she slumped against a tree trunk. Then the nightmare worsened. The creatures rose again, as if death had only been an inconvenience. Desperate, she hurled her remaining supplies at them, including the flashlight.

That was when she saw it. The light, now shining on a distant tree, caused the monsters to shriek and collapse. Light was their weakness. Brilliant revelation, unfortunate timing. The flashlight was no longer in reach. The beam pointed away from her. The monsters turned back.

She tried to run, but it was too late. They swarmed. Claws tore into flesh. Teeth sank into bone. The little miniature grass on her ring token that her sister had crafted for her scattered and got mixed with the arena's grass. The grass is even the same color. It could really belong there. Her screams faded into the darkness, joining the rustle of tall grass and the satisfied chirps of something that should not exist.

Let this be a lesson to all. Think before you act. Do not be careless like Moringa. And most importantly, never throw away what the Capitol gives you. The Capitol provides light. The Capitol provides life.

And even in death, the Capitol graciously lit up her face in the sky for all of Panem to admire.

Moringa Bauer D11F | 18 | Score: 6 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: Chiropan Simia (monkey bats) | Placement: 15th/24

End of Day 2 • 14 Tributes Remaining

Relic #3: Chain Bracelet | Original Materials: Repurposed bicycle chain | Available Replication: 2,600 Panars

Is it the end of Day 2 already? Clinton hadn’t realized how long he’d been in the arena without a sun to track time. He’d avoided using his flashlight since Day 1—not wanting to attract attention and because he hated the Capitol seal it projected when turned on. But now, the prolonged darkness only fed his discomfort and anxiety.

Clinton began to hallucinate. He heard whispering to his right, sometimes even piercing screams echoing around him. "The Capitol is the only light," the voices chanted. He despised it, but the whispers only stopped when he turned on the flashlight and the Capitol seal lit up the tall grasses around him.

Each time he turned it off, shadows loomed, laughter followed, and voices praised the Capitol. A cannon fired somewhere, heightening his paranoia. He slammed his head against trees, screaming for it to stop. But every time he turned the light on, the Capitol's seal embraced him. "Just turn on the light and you'll be fine," the voices coaxed.

Bleeding and broken, Clinton would rather die than agree with the Capitol. Unbeknownst to him, another tribute shared his fate.

Railey Pendergast D6M | 14 | Score: 4 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: hallucinations | Placement: 13th/24

Groucho Moorock D12M | 16 | Score: 5 | Weapon: knife | Kills: x | Killed by: hallucinations | Placement: 14th/24

End of Day 3 • 12 Tributes Remaining

Relic #4: Seashell Bracelet | Original Materials: Real seashell shards (scallop, conch, and razor shell), hand-polished but kept angular; strung with fine fishline and silver hooks | Available Replication: 3,900 Panars (+500 Panars to engrave a name)

On the fourth day of the Games, the Careers were growing agitated. They had been hunting tributes since Night 1—well, it was always nighttime in the arena, but the point was, they had been bloodthirsty from the start, and the constant darkness only intensified their menace. The two tributes from District 4 and the boy from District 1 considered going to hunt while the others stayed back at camp.

"Why don’t you guys do the guarding while we, the stronger ones, go hunting? Someone has to stay behind," Loquessa, the girl from District 4, said with her usual smugness. Bossing everyone around gave her a sense of superiority. "Hey, blondie, why don’t you organize the supplies while we’re out? Yana, you and Balbinus, put the supplies inside the Cornucopia. And can someone hand me my night vision glasses already?" Everyone was obedient because before the games, the careers had made a bet—whoever made the first kill in the arena gets to be the leader of the career pack. Kai, the girl's district partner and Cobalt, the boy from District 1 had prioritised killing the two tributes from District 5. Those two are Capitol favorites because they had gotten high training scores and are best dressed in the ceremony with their sun themed outfit. Too bad they didn't get to shine in this dark arena. Can't have that.

Balbinus knew that this was a stupid and wreckless bet but the others all agreed to it. The girl from four had chosen to target the weakest tribute, the girl from District 12 so she can easily claim the title of leader in the career pack. Back in District 2, Balbinus take things seriously and does what he said he'd do. It was funny at first but Miss Wannabe Whale is getting on his nerves.

And so Loquessa picked the two guys she thought could carry her—Kai and Cobalt—and dragged them along on her latest hunt. Balbinus, Yana and the girl from District 1 stayed behind to watch the supplies. As the trio walked off into the trees, Balbinus and Yana exchanged a fig sign behind their backs—a fist with the thumb between the fingers. In District 2, it's an old insult passed down from some long ago empire named Rome. Still relevant.

• Day 4 • 3:00 PM • 12 Tributes remaining •

After combing the woods for hours the three is getting tired and now being whiney specially, Loquessa.

"I told you, we should’ve brought Balbinus," Kai muttered.

"Oh, forget about him!" Loquessa snapped. "You know what? We should make a torch. It'll help us see better."

"That’ll also help the tributes see us better," Cobalt pointed out, probably the smartest thing said all day.

While they argued, two figures crouched just two trees behind them. The girls from District 8 and 9 had been there for a while, listening, watching, waiting. Their eyes were locked on the backpacks the Careers had stupidly dropped while they whined and bickered. If it weren’t for Loquessa’s high-maintenance voice echoing through the trees, the girls might have been caught already.

The Capitol audience are holding their breaths as the girls slowly crept towards the careers. The female tributes from District 8 and 9 is just half meter and is reaching the bags when Kai scratched the back of his head and his elbow nearly touched the girl from nine. Loud gasped rippled through the Capitol live audience. The girls quickly snatched two of the backpacks and hurried away.

"Tada!" Loquessa chirped loudly. She had made her torch! For a moment, it flickered—a defiant little flame in the Capitol's arena. Then the ground groaned. They felt a wind brush past against the three of them and the torch suddenly hissed out.

A voice echoed from above:

"The Capitol is the only source of light."

Before they could process what's going on, a beam shot from the trees—clean, white, searing. It pierced straight through Loquessa's chest. She dropped without a sound and the forest went quiet. Kai shouted her name in shock as he attempted to catch her limp body in his arms. Blood dripping from Loquessa's mouth. She's trying to say something to Kai—probably another compliant—but he couldn't make it out. Her cannon fired.

And above, her face lit up the sky…

bathed in Capitol-approved light.

Loquessa Myrrlock D4F | 17 | Score: 9 | Weapon: Trident | Kills: 1 | Killed by: Compliance Beam | Placement: 12th/24

The brief light from the Capitol seal illuminated their surroundings, and the two boys realized their bags were gone.

End of Day 4 • 11 Tributes Remaining

Relic #5: Tree Bark | Original Material: From Acacia Tree | Available Replication: 2,500 Panars

After returning to the Cornucopia, Kai and Cobalt slowly approached their allies. They were eager to know who had been their victim but to their surprise, it had been Loquessa who had died. Kai sat down in silence and Cobalt did the talking. The careers now understood and more obedient than ever to the Capitol that they should play by their rules. The girl from District 1 gave Kai a pity pat on the back and later Yana and Balbinus comforted him too but they are secretly glad that Bratty Blowfish is gone.

Now let the games begin for real this time, Balbinus thought. An hour later, all five of them left the cornucopia entrusting that the darkness would be harder for tributes to spot if the careers are really guarding the Cornucopia or not. They were careful not to mention about making fire and other ways that might trigger the gamemakers. They have to focus on showing the other tributes who's boss. They are getting confident because of the lack of career victims these past few days.

They agreed to spread out a bit to cover more ground but not enough to risk getting picked off. The night vision glasses makes you see in the dark but doesn't illuminate everything like a flashlight or a fire does.

Cobalt spotted the boy from seven in a tree. He quickly shouted in joy but the boy was fearless and swift. He jumped straight at Cobalt and they wrestled on the grass. Cobalt's sword and the boy's axe created metallic sounds that enjoyed that Capitol citizens. Their fight was so phenomenal that their metal weapons created brief sparks when they collide. A few moments later, three of the other careers arrived and helped Cobalt on the fight. He was arrogant at first, telling the others to stay back but when District 7 boy knocked his sword, the others immediately intervened.

Elmo, now weighed down by the odds, stared gloomily at the four careers that encicled him. He's hands raised the axe when they were quick to slash him. Four gaping wounds and blood flowed like water out of his body. "Four against one?" He said laughing while he slowly bled to death holding a tree bark that no amount of work will recreate its original shape.

"Where's Kai?" Said The girl from District 1. In answer, they heard a girls cream and footsteps followed by something being dragged. "Are we late for the party?" Kai said. And pushed the girl from District 3 he had caught on their center. There's an argument on who should finish her but in the end, they all agreed to share generously. Five of them stabbed her to death.

It was messy, but sure is beautiful in it's own twisted way.

• Day 5 • 9:00 AM • 9 Tributes Remaining •

Saffron was running low on his supplies. The side of his stomach hurt from the slash the District 12 male tribute had inflicted on him. He had crossed paths with him on Day 3 and had tried to hug Saffron, claiming that he was his father. Saffron mistook this as an attack, so he brought out his giant sickle, and the boy from twelve panicked and slashed the side of Saffron’s stomach. He realized he was not right in the head, so he quietly moved away so he wouldn’t hurt him on accident. Moments later, he heard two cannon shots and saw the boy’s portrait along with the boy from six in the sky.

He stopped searching for his district partner when he saw her portrait on Day 2. They could’ve been allies if only Moringa had waited for him a little bit longer.

Why is he thinking about all of this now? He needs to move quick! It has been almost ten minutes since Saffron raided the Cornucopia. The Careers must return soon. They probably just left not too long ago, but he has to consider that he also traveled from his camp for nearly five hours to reach the Cornucopia—so he’s running out of time. His plan is to grab something quickly and disappear—or probably spy on them after he steals a few supplies. But the darkness made it hard to search for food and more weapons. He should’ve known this.

After wasting five more minutes, he suddenly grabbed a can. Yes! He must be nearing the bulk of the supplies now. Then he blindly crawled more and was not disappointed when he felt something soft, covered with plastic. It must be bread, so he took it and placed it inside his bag. He continued crawling and blindly searching until he thought he reached the insides of the Cornucopia. It’s really dark now. But he is determined to get at least some backup weapons. He is careful this time as he touched some handles and metallic objects. He took some of what he correctly guessed were knives and daggers.

He had taken a dozen, but he wants more. Okay. Last one. He tugged at the metal thing, but it wouldn’t budge. Something yanked it away, and his fingers bled. He heard laughter all around him and realized the careers had returned. The careers had actually spotted him because of their night vision glasses and decided to give him a surprise. The pain he felt on his fingers was nothing compared to the pain he felt at his stupidity.

“Looks like someone is too greedy,” said Cobalt.

They wanted badly to light a torch to see his face but decided to get on with it, as they were tired.

But before they rested, they wanted to teach Saffron a lesson. Capitol audiences screamed in joy and shock as the careers cut his hands and decapitated him.

Stealing is punishable by death.

Mnemosyne Kessler D3F | 14 | Score: 4 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D1M, D1F, D2M, D2F, D4M | Placement: 10th/24

Elmo Bleakwood D7M | 18 | Score: 7 | Weapon: axe | Kills: x | Killed by: D1M, D1F, D2M, D2F | Placement: 11th/24

Saffron Crowther D11M | 16 | Score: 6 | Weapon: sickle | Kills: x | Killed by: D1M, D2M, D2F | Placement: 9th/24

End of Day 5 • 8 Tributes Remaining

Only eight remain. The games are nearing their end. The light is coming—and it will strip the world bare. There is no hiding from what comes next.

Relic #6: Earphone Wire Bracelet | Original Materials: Salvaged audio wire from District 3, braided manually and fastened with a magnetic clasp; metallic sheen preserved through Capitol-grade polish | Available Replication: 3,500 Panars (+300 Panars for limited-edition glow-thread model)

On the sixth day, the Capitol’s voice slithered through the dark like smoke:

“Tributes. Come to the place where there is no darkness.”

Then the arena ignited.

Light burst from nowhere and everywhere. It was unnatural—no sun, no torches, just a blinding, directionless whiteness. The shadows disappeared, and with them, all places to hide.

The boy from District 3 stumbled into a clearing, blinking furiously. For the first time in six days, he could see everything—too much. The light wasn’t warm. It was sterile. Cold. Punishing. And then the message boards appeared in the air—projected like ghosts above the trees:

THE CAPITOL IS THE LIGHT. THE LIGHT IS THE TRUTH. TRUTH IS OBEDIENCE. OBEDIENCE IS VICTORY.

He covered his ears, but it didn’t stop the words. They played in his head, louder and louder, syncing with a sound only he could hear—like static rising, building. He clutched his token. His token used to be an old earphone he salvaged at a black market. He never saw anyone wear something like it on their ears even in Capitol TV. It must have belonged to a different era.

He wondered of the people who wore earphones before. Are they allowed to choose to hear what they wanna hear?

He knelt in the grass, trying to count backwards from ten. Trying to remember equations. Trying to find logic.

"Light has no mass. The Capitol is not light. The Capitol has mass. Therefore—" he muttered, over and over.

A new message appeared:

HOW MANY LIGHTS DO YOU SEE?

Above him, four spotlights burned into his eyes. He said, “Four.” Nothing happened.

Then the lights pulsed. Brighter.

THE CORRECT ANSWER IS FIVE.

His lips trembled.

“Four.”

THE CORRECT ANSWER IS FIVE.

After that, the mutts suddenly appeared— moths with white glowing wings. Every sting gives an excruciating pain and their glowing wings providing dizziness.

He screamed. He clawed at his face. He begged for darkness. It's so painful that he could not bare it anymore.

“FIVE! FIVE!” he sobbed. “It’s five! It’s five!” Is he seeing things or does he actually see five? For a moment he really saw it—five spotlights.

Only then, the moths flew away and his cannon sounded.

THE CAPITOL IS ALWAYS RIGHT!

• Day 6 • 1:00 PM • 7 Tributes Remaining

Relic #7: Head Scarf | Original Materials: Lightweight cotton blend, hand-dyed in District 8; edges frayed naturally over time for a soft, authentic finish; faint scent of lavender remains from preservation treatment | Available Replication: 3,200 Panars (Add 250 Panars for custom embroidery or Capitol seal)

Linea looked at her ally and immediately shut her eyes because of the bright light. She has to squint to see her ally. She's nearly finishing the blindfold made up of her jacket sleeves to cover their eyes. One for her and one for her ally. She had used her token—a scarf as a temporary shield for their eyes to their bright surroundings. Her aunt had given it to her as a plane scarf but she dyed it using a rare wildflower that she saw on the cracks of a pavement a year ago. The flowers gave her hope that there can be beauty in her hopeless district. But the scarf isn't enough it's still too bright! She has to constantly stop her work to cover her eyes because everywhere she look it was too bright.

While covering her eyes she said "Theia just keep holding up I'm nearly done okay?" The other girl simply said "okay". There's something off about her voice. She seem to be a little too happy. Linea isn't surprised because even she is starting to feel the psychological effects of the bright surroundings. They had been in complete darkness and suddenly their eyes are plunged into a blinding light. It made them dizzy and would make them think of things they had managed to set aside these past few days.

She missed her father, aunt and little brother. Back in eight, at their apartment—more like a patch of warmth in a rusted cage pretending to be a home, they had to share a one broken lamp with five other families at night. The factories are far more important than its people. She wish she could share this seemingly endless light right now to them. What is it like out there now? Is it nighttime?

After finishing the blindfolds, she quickly turned to Theia but to her surprise, she's staring up at the sky with calmness."Here, take this" Linea said to her ally. But Theia refused. "Isn't it wonderful? The light. It has finally comeback. They had provided us with light." She began humming and sang part of the anthem: "You gave us light! You reunite!"

This isn't the girl she met on training a week ago. She tried again to force the blindfold to her eyes because they are reddening now and she is concerned. "Just let me be, okay?"

"The Capitol is making you go blind. Your eyes can't handle the brightness!" "Please turn back the darkness again!" shouted Linea to the sky.

Upon hearing this, something shook inside Theia. She had been very terrified of the dark constantly clinging to her ally. But now they had both changed. How can she wish to turn back the darkness when she know she had almost lost her mind in it? She knows that Theia is afraid of the dark!

They had been attacked by the monkey-bat mutts and some mosquitoes that brought stinging pain. They had survived together smashing the mutts and immediately running away holding each others hands. Theia's neck nearly got bitten by the mutts and had constantly been panicking ever since. And when the arena erupted into a blinding light all the mutts that Theia feared screeched and conturted and went limp. She had seen them fled through the trees and the sight of them fledding gave her comfort. And now Linea wants to turn back the dark?

Theia’s lips curved into a small, strange smile as she continued to hum the Capitol's anthem, her voice eerily soft against the glaring silence of the arena. The light above shimmered like a thousand suns, reflecting off her glassy, tear-lined eyes. Linea flinched as she saw how red and raw they had become.

"Theia, please..." Linea reached out, fingers trembling, the blindfold still in her grasp.

But Theia stepped back, her face tilted skyward. “They gave us light, Linea. Don’t you get it? They saved us from the dark... they saved me.”

Linea stared at her, heart pounding. “They didn’t save us. They’re burning us. You can’t even see properly anymore.”

“I don’t need to see!” Theia shouted suddenly, her voice cracking as she clutched her head. “In the light, there’s no fear. In the light, I’m not alone anymore.” She was panting now, like something was breaking inside her—something vital.

Linea’s hand brushed Theia’s shoulder gently, but Theia slapped it away.

“I know what you’re doing,” Theia hissed, her head twitching as if unseen whispers surrounded her. “You want me to go back. Back into the dark. You’re one of them. You liked the darkness.”

Linea’s throat tightened. “No. I just want you to be okay. Theia, please. We’re allies. We survived together.”

But Theia’s fingers were already curling around the rock she’d picked up earlier, the one she used to smash a monkey-bat mutt’s skull. Her grip tightened.

“You’re trying to blind me... You don’t want me to see the truth.”

Linea noticed too late. The stone came down hard against the side of her head. She stumbled, hands outstretched. “Theia… stop… it’s me.”

Theia screamed—not a sound of rage, but of confusion and fear—as she brought the rock down again and again, eyes now can't see fully, glazed over, but her mind utterly caught in the Capitol’s manufactured radiance. Linea's scarf had turned crimson red.

When the blood stopped pulsing from Linea’s skull and her body went limp under the white, white sky, Theia dropped the rock and fell to her knees. She was trembling.

She couldn’t see what's real anymore. But in her mind's blindness, she smiled. Because in her mind, she was finally free.

“They gave us light… they reunite…”

And above, the Capitol’s invisible cameras zoomed in, broadcasting every moment. The audience cheered.

Theia wasn’t broken. She was enlightened. She had finally seen the truth—The Capitol gives light. The Capitol gives purpose. And even in blindness, she could see more clearly than ever before.

Relic #7: Seashell Necklace | Original Materials: Single scallop shell, naturally ridged and sun-bleached; suspended on coarse maritime twine sourced from District 4's fishing docks; sealed with clear resin to preserve its sea-worn elegance | Available Replication: 3,500 Panars (Add 400 Panars for shell engraving or Capitol insignia pendant)

The sound of a cannon became a signal for the careers to turn on each other. That canon means there is only one tribute from the outlying districts left. One by one, they began drifting toward their district partners, weapons twitching in their grip. The tension was delicious. The Capitol watched with glee.

It's every district for themselves now.

In an instant, chaos broke loose. The girl from District 9 had ran towards the cornucopia—eager to end the games. This girl—Theia from nine is quietly watching them enjoying herself. A twisted smirk on her face, as if she were the host of the Capitol’s favorite talk show. Let the Careers kill each other, her eyes seemed to say. I’ll enjoy the view.

Balbinus lunged at the girl from District 1 while Yana engaged Cobalt, into a duel. Theia noticed that there is one career who isn't engaged in the fight—Kai.

Now that the darkness is gone, he broke down clutching his head and tears streaming down like a tidal wave. He had hidden it well in the dark. The shadows had been his shield. There, he could cry without being seen. Shake without being judged. But now—under the relentless glow of the arena everywhere—he was exposed. And the audience could finally see what he really was.

A coward.

His breakdown was not just visible. It was broadcast. The Capitol audience leaned in.

How tragic. How pathetic. How entertaining.

Theia, as if thinking the same thoughts with the Capitol audience, which she probably is— tilted her head. How sad, she thought, mock sympathy lacing her thoughts. But don’t worry, little fish-boy. I’ll be your duel partner. She stepped forward, preparing to end his misery.

But before she could reach him, Balbinus—fresh from knocking the girl from District 1 to the ground—charged at Kai instead. He raised his axe, ready to strike. But when he saw the boy sobbing, he hesitated.

“You’re pathetic,” he sneered.

BOOM.

His hesitation cost him. Yana his district partner, victorious from her battle with Cobalt, came from behind and drove her spear straight through the back of his skull.

BOOM.

Two cannons in a breath.

The fighting dulled. Blood steamed on the white grass. The girl from District 1 was still laying facing the ground.

Yana turned to face Kai, her bloodied spear glinting. “I always knew you were a coward,” she said flatly. “Crying for your bratty little blowfish partner was one thing. But crying after we killed that nerd from District 3? That’s a bit weird, man.”

Kai’s head snapped up. His voice cracked with rage.

“She has a name! Her name is Loquessa!” Even how much annoying Loquessa was, they had grown up together, went to school and trained together and talking about her in past tense makes him realize that the games had happened. It felt like a hazy dream—very dim because of the darkness. He managed to set aside his emotions these past few days.

Yana chuckled. “Her name was Loquessa,” she corrected, dragging out the syllables like a teacher grading a failing student. “And now she’s dead. Awww.”

Kai lunged and their spears clashed with a force that echoed through the arena. Each strike a scream. Yana’s movements were sharp, militaristic—pure District 2 precision. She was brutal and calculated. Kai’s, on the other hand, were fluid, rhythmic—like he was fishing. His jabs mimicked the motion of spearing a marlin, honed from years at sea. It was wild and unorthodox but fast.

“I’ve seen the truth from the beginning,” Yana snarled between blows. “This arena—it’s never been dark. It’s always been bright.”

Kai faltered. “No… It was dark. The arena was dark. We—we crawled in darkness for days!”

Yana laughed. “No, Kai. The darkness was in you. The Capitol gave us light! You’re just too scared to see it.”

The Capitol audience roared. Now that’s the kind of girl they liked.

As if on cue, the white moths descended—Capitol-engineered beauties, glowing and graceful, fluttering like snowflakes. One landed on Kai’s shoulder and stung. He howled, dropping his spear, his limbs spasming.

And Yana? She didn’t wait.

She drove her spear straight through his heart. The seashell necklace he wore—his token—cracked as it split under the force of the blow.

BOOM.

Yana grinned. Triumph. Vindication. Enlightenment. Capitol’s Favorite Career, no doubt. She raised her arms, basking in the spotlight of artificial daylight.

Yana looked at the girl from District 9 who had been watching. "Enjoyed the show?" She charged on what she thought is her last opponent but failed to notice the girl from District 1 slowly crawling towards her. In a moment, she slit Yana's throat with her dagger and another cannon sounded.

Cobalt Davound D1M | 18 | Score: 10 | Weapon: Sword | Kills: 5 (2 solo, 3 shared kills) | Killed by: D2F | Placement: 6th/24

Yana Hammond D2F | 18 | Score: 10 | Weapon: Spear | Kills: 7 (4 solo, 3 shared kills) | Killed by: D1F | Placement: 3rd/24 | Capitol Favorite #2

Balbinus Tuvi D2M | 18 | Score: 9 | Weapons: Axe, Sword | Kills: 4 (1 solo, 3 shared kills) | Killed by: D2F | Placement: 5th/24

Acer Lee D3M | 16 | Score: 6 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: Moth Mutts | Placement: 8th/24

Kai Stratton D4M | 17 | Score: 10 | Weapon: Spear | Kills: 2 (1 solo, 1 shared kill) | Killed by: D2F | Placement: 4th/24

Linea Gibson D8F | 17 | Score: 7 | Weapon: x | Kills: x | Killed by: D9F | Placement: 7th/24

End of Day 6 • 2 Tributes Remaining

Relic #8: Compact Mirror | Banned by the review board | Unavailable replications for this item

The last two tributes aren't the expected tributes to make it to the finale. Both are strange on their own way. The girl from District 9 being unhinged and unnaturally devoted to the Capitol and the girl from District 1 which can only be described in one word by the Capitol audience—unique.

Moonshine brought a strange sensation from the Capitol audience the moment she stepped up to volunteer. She shined during her time in the Capitol but not too dazzling as typical District 1 tributes does. She was reserved yet confident.

Perhaps it was her strange mannerisms that distinguished her. She would constantly look into whatever glassy surface to check her appearance. When Caesar Flickerman pointed this out, she said, "Yes, I'm concerned with my appearance but I think it had become a habit of mine that even though I don't intend to check my reflection, I reflexively look at glassy surfaces." The audience laughed at her unusually squeaky voice. And she asked them "What's so funny?" And then they would laugh again because of her voice and soon she's also giggling with the audience back and forth. She would do a little dance and clap if she's happy and laughing about something. Her strange laugh and giggles endeared her to the Capitol specially the young viewers.

Her token, a mirror with hidden compartments for powders had been banned because there's a potential for the mirror being used as a weapon. The review board seemed to reject any compact that could contain powder, though they never gave a proper reason. Some Capitol citizens found it odd, as if someone high up wanted such items erased from memory entirely.

She was dismayed because she won't have a proper mirror to check her appearance but that was the least of her worries...

When her podium rose into the arena. Her heart stopped. She could see nothing. As in, nothing. It was pitch black. She secretly has a nyctalopia (night blindness). She knew she'll face this challenge and had practiced well back home but she isn't prepared for a full- night arena all the time.

She panicked but kept her nerve. If her allies find out, they'll definitely take advantage of that. And so, she took a deep breath and relied on her ear when she went to grab a weapon at the cornucopia.

Someone attacked her from behind with a dagger, the girl from District 6. She might have poor eyesight but has fast reflexs. She easily disarmed the girl and stabbed her to death. After the bloodbath was over, she pretended to be confident and even boastful about killing the girl from District 6. She casually asked Cobalt, her District partner, to pass her one of the bags while pretending to be busy checking her appearance with the bloodied dagger—even though she can't see anything. Her plan was to quickly get her hands on a night vision glasses without raising suspicion. Luckily, Cobalt complied without any question and she succesfully found one.

She was careful throughout the games. Always letting the other careers do the fighting for her and not risking unecesarry things. She had to play this smart. She would pretended to want to go out hunting with Loquessa but would secretly hope that she won't get chosen so she'll lessen the risk of encountering battles. Even though she has glasses, it would still be harder for her to fight with an armed tribute due to her eyesight.

It has been almost a day ago after the arena ignited with blinding light and their fellow tributes had died. The Capitol preserved their fight for the next day and should come back to the cornucopia.

And so here she is now, walking towards the center of the cornucopia her opponent doing the same. Moonshine threw her night vision glasses in a fashionable manner and smiled at her opponent. She's confident than ever because the light is here.She hadn’t expected the smile to be returned by Theia—and with the same strangeness.

They circled each other slowly, strangely, almost like they were preparing for an avant-garde Capitol dance performance. For a few long moments, the audience waited—shouting, hollering, even calling for a mutt or two to spice things up.

Then Theia struck first. She flung a stone she had used to kill mutts and her ally. (we love a throwback to classic District 9 grit!) and revealed a four-pronged pitchfork she’d cleverly swiped from the Cornucopia the day before. Moonshine raised her weapons: two daggers, and—fashion as always—held them out to her sides, spinning in a dramatic circle and screeching what must have been a war cry… though with her famously squeaky voice, it sounded more like a distressed hamster. The audience roared with laughter.

Each time Moonshine spun herself into a dizzy fit, Theia would hop forward, pitchfork in hand, jabbing with theatrical flair while shouting “Ha!”... then “Ha!” again... before scurrying back like she was in a rehearsal for a Capitol comedy ballet. It was comedy gold! A back-and-forth of squeals and fake-outs, charging and retreating—like two wind-up toys battling on a stage set to chaos.

And yet, even as they giggled, the Capitol couldn't look away. Because amid the silliness, something thrilling was unfolding.

The monkey fight couldn’t go on forever. Soon, Moonshine jumped high into the air, letting out a wild “Woooohawww!” that sounded more like a deranged squirrel than a warrior. She came slicing down and caught Theia’s arm, disarming her with surprising force. But Theia wasn’t done—she kicked Moonshine in the knee and managed to knock the dagger from her left hand. The two girls tumbled to the ground, rolling and thrashing like angry chimps, grunting, shrieking, clawing at each other’s faces, and trying to choke each other out. The arena lights flickered wildly, casting them into bursts of brightness and shadow, which only added to the chaotic, hilarious, and strangely mesmerizing scene.

That’s when Theia noticed something odd.

Every time the lights cut out, Moonshine missed. Her swipes fell wide. Even her hands groping to choke didn’t land. Could it be...? A tribute from District 1—night blind?

And here’s where the Capitol really leaned in. Theia, our darling Capitol-worshipping girl, hesitated. The darkness terrified her. She had always feared the shadows. And now... she could use it to win. But something held her back. A flicker of the old Theia—the one from before the reconditioning, before the love for light and power—surged forward.

Still, survival wins.

Just as Moonshine raised her remaining dagger, something happened. She froze. Her eyes locked on the blade—no, not the blade, the reflection in the blade.

“No! This can’t be!” she cried.

You see, Moonshine hadn’t had a moment of true vanity in the Games. No time for mirrors, not when you’re faking confidence and fighting for your life in total darkness. But now, under the unforgiving light, she saw herself. Her reflection wasn’t flawless or charmingly quirky. Her nose was cut clean down the center. Her cheeks were torn. Blood had dried in streaks like war paint. Her once-beautiful face—her identity, her Capitol appeal—was gone.

“This is not how I look,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Theia’s eyes lit up.

“Yes it is,” she said, calmly, menacingly. “That’s the truth. You’re ugly now. We’re in the brightest place in Panem. There are no lies here. This is the place where there is no darkness.”

Moonshine backed away in horror. “This isn’t true. The Capitol… the Capitol lied.”

“It’s true,” Theia replied, voice steady and cold, “as true and real as you and me.”

The audience was breathless. This was no longer just a fight—it was art, it was cinema, it was truth.

Theia slowly approached. She picked up the dagger, grabbed Moonshine’s hair with a fist so steady it chilled viewers to the bone, and forced her to stare into her reflection once more.

“The Capitol gives light,” she said, almost lovingly. “And light reveals the truth.”

Then she stabbed her in the neck.

Moonshine let out one final squeal—a sound somewhere between a tea kettle and a dying squirrel. It was ridiculous. It was tragic. And it was strangely beautiful.

The girl who adored her reflection was killed by it. The arena lights returned to full glow, casting brilliance over the victor.

And Theia? Well, she just stood there smiling.

Panem will never forget that finale.

Moonshine Merryweather D1F | 18 | Score: 10 | Weapon: daggers | Kills: 3 (1 solo, 2 shared kills) | Killed by: D9F | Capitol Favorite #3

Theia Raye | District 9 | 17 | Score: 7 | Weapons: rocks and pitchfork | Kills: 2 | Capitol Favorite #1 | Victor of the 37th Hunger Games

Token: Crystal Prism Pendant (Temporarily restricted due to its historical significance and emotional value, the victor’s token from the 37th Hunger Games is not listed in the standard Capitol Relic Catalog. Replications will be made available following the official victor’s interview.)

The Girl Who Worshipped the Light

District 9 isn’t known for volunteers. It’s known for backbreaking labor and people too tired to care.

Theia grew up in the middle of wheat and machinery—where people smelled like dust and sweat, and no one had time for dreams. She lived in a rundown apartment block stacked like grain sacks, crammed with families that rarely spoke. Everyone worked. Everyone obeyed. Everyone endured.

But no one loved the Capitol.

They feared it, sure. They watched the Games and nodded when the Peacekeepers walked by. But they didn’t feel anything. Not really.

Theia was different—not because she admired the Capitol, but because she was afraid of the wrong thing.

While others feared hunger or Peacekeepers or losing their rations, Theia feared the dark.

There was an old tale in District 9 that the Capitol never denied—the Banogs. Bat-monkey hybrids, half-human, released by the Capitol long ago to keep people indoors. Supposedly, they still lived in the wheatfields, feeding off the blood of those who broke curfew. They were described as twisted things with leathery wings, bulging eyes, and jagged Capitol branding etched into their chests. Everyone knew it was propaganda to keep kids in line. But not Theia. She believed it.

When she was ten, she got lost in the grain silos at dusk. The power grid failed, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, she swore she heard breathing. Not her own. Not human. Something sniffed at her. She still bears a thin scar on her leg from what she says was a “hand” with claws. She was found by workers the next morning, shaking and barely coherent.

Her parents called it trauma. The other kids called her crazy. She started sleeping with two lanterns and kept shiny objects near her bed—anything to catch the light.

When her name was called, she stood there frozen. Not from fear of death—but fear of what kind of arena she'd be thrown into. Would it be a dark one?

Her Token: The Prism Pendant

It wasn’t expensive. Just a small prism shard she'd found near an old Capitol processing plant—maybe from a broken mirror or ornament. When the sun hit it just right, it cast rainbows on her wall.

She brought it to the Games because it reminded her of safety. Of light. Of something beyond the fields and gray apartments.

She wasn’t sure if the Capitol would allow it. But they did.

Transformation in the Arena

On the first day, her nightmare became real. The arena was pitch black. She couldn’t see a thing—not even her own hands. The moment her podium rose, she froze. Breathing shallow. Listening for something—anything. Screams. Movement. Clicking.

Then came the mutts. Not Banogs exactly—but close. Bat-like creatures with long limbs, twitching heads, and sharp claws. They skittered from ceilings and walls, hissing, screaming, echoing the Capitol’s old myths far too well. She ran blindly. She hid and she felt a hand on her mouth. There she saw Linea, the girl from District 8.

They fought together like friends. Until the light came.

Sudden, blinding floodlights. The mutts recoiled. They screeched and fled. And Theia, shaking and covered in filth and blood, looked up at the sky and whispered: “You saved me.”

She wasn’t talking to the Linea. She was talking to the Capitol.

That moment rewired something in her. The Capitol wasn’t just power—it was protection.

The Capitol brought the light. The Capitol chose to save her.

From then on, she changed.

After the games, the Capitol repaired her eyes. Her eyes had suffered from the bright arena. They gave her new wisdom and perspective.

In interviews and camera moments, she began thanking the Capitol. Smiling strangely. Saying things like, “I hope the Capitol is watching me. I want to do good for them.”

At first, people thought she was mocking them. But when she clutched her prism, when she bowed slightly toward the cameras, when she cried as light poured into the arena again—they saw it was real.

She had given herself fully to the light. The Capitol adored her and had protected her. But most importantly, the Capitol saved her from the dark and showed her the light and truth. She loves the Capitol.

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This is a fun little project I made during the summer of 2025. The writing style where the games are told in multiple perspectives and daily update of the tribute count like: day 5 • 4 tributes remaing is inspired by Koushun Takami's Battle Royale AKA the OG hunger games. Highly recommend this novel.

The arena theme is inspired by one of my favorite novels of all time—1984 by George Orwell. In the place where there is no darkness, is the place where you believe you are safe—a false security just like Theia in my story.

Panem's currency. Apparently in tbosas novel, their money is still called dollars. But in the movie, I think it's called Panars for Panem and dollars. I was tempted to use my own currency like Luxes, Capitol Credits, Aurels (Aurels would be cool because I think it's gold in Latin and it's their currency in ancient Rome perfect for the hunger games just like Panem et Circences). I want to give that dystopian vibe but decided to stick to the closest to canon as possible.

Moonshine Merryweather is inspired by Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter—sweet and strange. Theia's name came from the titan goddess in Greek mythology. She's the goddess of sight and divine light—ironic for her character. Theia Raye is the female victor in the 3rd Quarter Quell in Catching Fire.

English is not my first language and it's not the language I use everyday so apologies for wrong grammars lol.

[phoniexrose02]

Robby Keene x Black! Reader

You awoke with a Painful ache in your Back, This Week had Really Been Beating your Ass. Both of your Jobs Decided to Work you to the Nail, Unfortunately Missing your Boyfriend's Karate Tournament. Robby Understood of course, But you'd Felt like such an Ass and When you found out about the Outcome you'd Felt even More Responsible. Everything Just Seemed to Be working against you Right now.

"Next Off Day Robby I Swear..."

You Held your phone Close to your Ear an Huffed a Tired Breathe"You know I want too~" stared around the empty Breakroom, Robby Sat awake in New bed. He'd Felt a Bit Odd in his New Room an Decided to Spark the Room up a bit, a lit preroll in between his fingers. Getting high asf after all the recent shit he'd been threw was Great But as great as it way all he could think about right now was You.

"Mm~ you Owe me like 24hr Worth of Cuddles already Sweetheart" He Grumbled out staring up into his Ceiling."I might be able to Get the Weekend~" You smiled to yourself, it finally felt Forever since you'd seen Him and now that he Lived closer you could get to him a lot cheaper." We can Cuddle all we Want, Maybe ruin that New Bed of yours~" you Whispered, Robby Could Feel the Ideas coming to his Mind. His Dick Getting excited to the thought, you Groaned Looking Toward the Clock.

Back to it I guess....

"My 30 mins is almost up, I'll see you This weekend Baby"

As the Called Ended Robby Stared around his Room, Looked a bit Bland...Soo he Decides to make it Fun For both of you. He Spend a Good Chunk of his Weekly allowance to Deck out his Room, Posters, New Pillows, Candles, an a few pedals and Flowers. He let himself Browse around the mall for anything else that Would lighten your Mood, Robby smiled after a bit of Walking around Laying his Eyes on the Perfect Gift.

As Friday Came you routinely Called Him up after your shift as you Waited for your Lyft."Hope you weren't Working to Hard gorgeous" you smiled Bright as you usually did when he Answered your Call."Mm'Trying" you spoke quietly."I Called a Ride I should be Over in a bit"

"Cancel it."

"Wha- Why??"

He hung up Leaving You a Bit confused an Huffed before putting him on you speaker you Cancelled your Ride, Before you could fully register his request you were pulled away with a Loud honk." Need a Lift Gorgeous" your eyes Fell on the EagleFang Van."No Way he let you Drive it!" You yelled happily prancing to the Passengers Seat, as you were about to hop in You Noting the Beautiful flower bouquets."Oh Robby, how Gentleman Like~" you Hop in Setting your Bag onto the Ground an the Flowers in your lap.

"Only the Best for my Girl~" You Both Lean in for a Longing Kiss, He let his ringed Fingers Gently Rest on your Face, the Cool Metal Meeting your Warm Cheeks." I Missed you~" he Quietly Hummed out as he pulled away from you." I missed you Too, I'm so Sorry I couldn't get to you Sooner"

"Don't worry bout it baby, We'll make it all Up tonight~"

You Placed your Hand on his Thigh Most of the Drive, it Seemed like so much to talk about But Silence Quickly Over took."Soo, how are things? Living with your Dad I Mean.." he Huffed as if to think very Carefully about the Subject."Better. I'm actually gonna be a Big Brother" You Eyes instantly Widened in Shock."Holy Fuck I didn't think he had it in him! So how do you Feel? Have you Met her yet?" He Nodded letting out a Relieved Sigh." She's cool, I'm kinda Proud of him, it's still a little weird tho. But we're working through it.." he finally Said with a Confident Smile, You let your hand rest on his shoulder an Gently Grazed at his Neck.

The small gesture Brought him Comfort, as he Pulled into the Driveway and Parked the Car He finally Looked over to you, Your Curvy Body Shoved into the Uncomfortable Work uniform."Is He Home?" You asked Softly Taking in your Surroundings, an Robby Examined your Beautiful Lips as you Speak." nah, He promised to go stay with her tonight." You smiled and He Gave a Bright one back, you Both Grabbed your things before Heading Inside.

"I love you, you know that?" he Blurted out Randomly in the Hallway as he Stopped at his Door, a Smirk stretched against your chubby Cheeks."I know Robby~" you planted a kiss to his Cheek, an you two Proceeded to open his door.

Smoke n' Fuck?~

You giggled at as the Read the petals aligned on his Bed. You examined his Room an Smiled, you loved just Being in his Safe Space it Brought you comfort." It's amazing Baby, and of Course I'll Smoke N' Fuck with you~" You pull off your uncomfony work shoes and place them next to the door with your Bag."You want some of my clothes?" You placed the Flowers at his Desk an began to Strip from your Tight Clothes as Time Robby started to Rummage through his Draws.

"Sure. You got Sum Rolled for me?~" you Wrapped your arms around his Waist letting your tits Press Heavily onto his Back." Of Course, I also got another Present for ya".

He Dug into the Bottom of his Draws handed the you a gifted wrapped bag,You Gush as you pulled out a Box Reading 'Magic Wand' with a Smirk."You didn't~" it'd felt like forever since you two had Been intimate, you Pulled the Toy From the Box Before turning it on. The strong vibrations in your fingers Send a Tinkle Down your Spine. You play with the Settings of the Toy Smirking at the highest. "Wanna Test it Out?~"

You Nodded an he helped you Undress the rest of you clothing, you Plopped down onto the bed some petals Falling to the Floor in Result. You watched from his Bed as a Pulled off his Top an Slipped a Prerolled into his Mouth, you bite your lip as Taking in his Beautiful physique."I know we said 'Fuck Cobra Kai' , But Damn Did they get you Ripped~" he quickly discarding of his pants with a Chuckled. Only left in his Boxers he Crawled in between your legs Spreading them to his Liking, your glistening Cunt in perfect view. You hand him the Wand and he Switches it out for the J.

"Fuck Cobra Kai, this was all Me Baby~" he turned it onto its first setting as you took a long Drag. He let out a quiet groan at the strong vibrations, something about it making him Dick Twitch."You ready Beautiful?~" You Nodded Resting On your Elbows, Robby Made sure to place the ashtray onto his Bed as soon as he Lit it so you two would have no Reason to Split apart again.

He placed the Toy Against your gush Cunt, the Strong Vibration Made Jerk. He Held your Side with one hand keeping you steady."Easy Baby, Relax~" Robby slowly moved the Soft Bud Up to your Clit, an you Took another Huff with a Quiet Hum. You Wiggled your hips against the Vibrating toy." Your Leaking all over this thing baby, I take it you like?~" you Nodded in approval taking another hit before Gently Shoving the Toy away.

"It's a really stimulating, But you Promised me a Good Fuck~" you Two Switched out once again and you turned on the wand settings up. "You sure you can Handle that? Seem a Little jumpy with this thing alone." Robby asked as he Hit the Joint as you played with yourself in Bliss."Jumpy's Good, an you usually have the strength to keep me Down~" your Toes Curled as you Found your Sweet Spots with the Toy."Hey! Your Not Cumming without me~"

Robby Placed the Roach onto the Ashtray before Pulling his Hard Dick From his Boxers. He Ran his Hard Cock threw your Leaking Folds He Let out a Gentle Grunt as he Made Contact with the Toy, you Gently place your hands against his Guiding the Toy to your Sweet Spots."Fuck~ your Gushing~" He Held your hips n Place before Shoving his Tip in your Hole, he Sunk inside Your soaking Cunt.

Robby's hips Shook as his Pelvis met with the Buzzing Plaything, He Hummed as his Hips Quickly Jerked into you. His Rough Thrust Making Dawning you Speechless, you Fell Back into the Pillows as Robby Fucked you into the Mattress.

Fuck New Favorite~

"More! More!~" you Chanted To him as you Reached For his Abs, he Growled an Tensed Ramming down Deep, Your hips Jump as Robby placed the Toy onto its highest Setting He let out a Deep Moan Feeling the Vibration himself,Your Walls Clung on tight forcing him to Speed up his Thrust.

" Oh God! Oh God! I'm Cumming Robby! I'm Cumming!~" You Gripped at the Sheets and your Toes Curl, he pulled the Wand from your Cunt as you Spilled you Juices onto him, Robby Pulled himself out and with a Few Strokes he Cums over your stomach and Clit."Fuck, I think this might be my New Favorite~" He Pulled himself from the Bed and put away the Wand. "We'll play with her More Later" You were left pretty Boneless as he Cleaned you up, your high brain Going Bland for a sec.

"Fuck...I got Munchies now" You shameful Whispered an he Giggled Fixing the Sweat Strands of Hair and pulling on a Pair of Sweatpants." Let me take you out..?"

"No Way, You still owe me my Cuddles" he Slide back into Bed Pulling you Close to his Chest, he was Warm against your back and his hands Gripped your Naked Waist Tight."How about DoorDash an a movie?" He Grunted at the thought of spending anything on him at all." If we Smoke before It'll Taste Better..."

"Fine, But I refuse to let you leave my Bed Pretty Girl~"

More Cobra Kai 🐍

[p3ppermnt]

Five (more) CJ facts!!

Used to live in Chesapeake, Virginia before moving away during the end of B’s freshman year, and the move, along with his father starting to become busier and busier with his business overtime caused CJ to let himself dive a bit more into his casual comic and movie interests for comfort, and obviously because he enjoyed them of course

A year after the move, just getting out of the temporary band interest and becoming a highschool freshman, he watched what ended up becoming his favorite movie ever: The 1984 Karate Kid, which is where his love for martial arts finally shot out of him

Only has his right ear pierced cause his mom caught his brother right in the middle of him trying to pierce them both without her permission after pressuring CJ into it (told him he'd look cooler)

Out of all the boys, he met Bill first when they were assigned as partners for a science project, Bill going to CJ's place to avoid being home with his mother, which is how he found out about all the shit CJ was into and was able to consider getting to know him further

Even though he's the most sociable and fit out of the boys (definitely described as "basically a jock in a karate uniform!" by one of them when being considered as a member) he's...also never had a girlfriend (...or boyfriend.)

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Character Profile [Part Two]

[Part One]

Fighting Style:

Does your OC have any special powers/skills? How did they gain them?

Ava can emit a highly enhanced scream of high amplitude. She unknowingly inherited it from her mother, who is from Orderrealm.  

Describe their fighting style. Do they practice a specific style of martial arts? Or do they rely on magic/their powers?

She is skilled in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, though while she is with the Lin Kuei, she learns some techniques in Shotokan Karate. She has an incredible amount of agility, flexibility, and acrobatic prowess, utilizing her voice to stun her enemies. 

What weapons does your OC use, and how proficient are they? Who taught them? How did they learn?

She does not use a weapon.

How quick are they to fight? Are they aggressive, or do they prefer to talk things out?

If she can talk an enemy out of a fight, she will, unless they hurt or endanger someone close to her, then the gloves are off and she is raring to go.

What is their last resort? (Think of an all-out attack that would be used only if there were no other option.)

Ava can emit a scream so loud that it vibrates certain materials causing them to shatter or disintegrate. Her scream can even outright kill a person by rupturing internal organs. She would rather not risk such an attack, because she has no control over the range or destructive power, risking the lives of friends or innocents in the process. 

Appearance:

Describe or draw their outfit/armor.

The uniform she wears while with the Lin Kuei consists of a burgundy colored tabard with black harem pants that she tucks into knee-high boots. She wears simple gauntlets with fingerless gloves and a white sash around her waist. The mask made for her is detachable, a special voice-altering device that uses several plates to resonate her voice. It takes two forms; the first is a simple appearance with a burgundy grill screen in the center where her mouth is, then when in the second form, the plates open, giving it a more jagged appearance.  

Make a mood board for your OC.

Does your OC wear any jewelry? What is its significance?

She wears a necklace with a square-shaped pendant attached to it. The pendant has a square gem in the center that is medium blue with hints of purple. It was passed down to her by her mother, who wore it as a brooch during her time with the Seidan Guard. 

What physical characteristics make them stand out from the other fighters?

Ava has two tattoos; the first is a songbird with music notes on her upper back near her right shoulder, and the second is a steampunk clock surrounded by lilies on the left side of her chest. Her hair is also thick and often frizzes easily. 

Does your OC have a particular style? Why?

Anything comfortable. Ava loves to wear T-shirts and jean shorts, though sometimes she will wear leggings or a cute dress. She tends to get cold easily, so she will carry a hoodie or a light coat with her. 

Relationships:

Do you ship your OC with anyone - canon or otherwise? If so, tell us about their relationship!

Ava is shipped with Bi-Han. If any trope could describe them, it would be sunshine/moody. She is an extremely outspoken woman and kind to everyone. When she first met Bi-Han, she tried hard to be respectful to him, smiling at or greeting him, but he either ignored or ‘mean mugged’ her. Then he became her temporary teacher and Ava learned quickly that he brought out the worst in her. That's not to say she wasn't a good student; she learned quickly despite having to adjust to living in Arctika - having her phone and headphones confiscated by him. 

For whatever reason, the two eventually developed a relationship. 

Does your OC have any friends? How did they meet?

She has more acquaintances than friends, despite her demeanor. All the friends in school she made fell out after high school. The person she is closest to, however, is Johnny Cage. They met at his mansion a short time after Liu Kang recruited her and hit it off well. Ava had never seen any of his movies due to her upbringing, but he quickly rectified that. She became a hardcore Cage fan after that and even agreed to cameo and provide her vocal talents to his upcoming franchise as a director.  

What is their family situation? Are they close? Are they still alive?

While she does not see her parents often, she calls them whenever she can check in. Ava and her father, Lee, are close, despite him not being around much. She and her mother, however, had a few disagreements when she got older, leading to a tense relationship. She felt chained down by her mother, but she did not hate her. 

Do they have any pets? Tell us how they came to be!

Unfortunately, she does not have any pets. She adores crocodiles, however, and despite her love for them, she knows she can't domesticate one.

Do they worship any god in particular? Elder God, Titan, One-Being, or otherwise?

Ava is not the religious type. Her father was brought up Christian and her mother claimed to have no religious views, so none ever stuck with her. She is respectful and open to other's views, however. Even with the existence of Titans and Elder Gods, she does not worship them.

[jossujb]

Funny how very minor things matter to how people see you. I'm usually dressed in my workplace uniform that comes with reflectice yellow raincoat, or otherwise old abd baggy things.

But since it is Finnish championships today (the matches can be streamed live and free at Karateliitto's youtube from all tree tatamis!) I'm wearing this dark blue Adidas colmege dress. It is comfortable, and dark blue is the color our local karate association.

But I guess it is also quite attractive on me... which is nice, I like (male) attention.. but what I know about attention you get from looks, that those guys hate it if you don't look like that all the time.

[kengan-daddies]

Could you write a Rei x fem reader where they meet at the Kengan matches and he starts to fall in love with reader. If you want to you can make it NSFW. 🫣Thank you!!!💕💕💕

Gradual Quest for Love Rei Mikazuchi

I hope this is to your liking, I followed the ask but at the same time my brain just wouldn't follow it to a T, I hope you can still vibe with this story tho.

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Character : Rei Mikazuchi

Warning : None, Fluff

Gradual Quest for Love Rei Mikazuchi

Gradual Quest for Love Rei Mikazuchi

You were an assistant, clipboard in hand, casual business wear, hair pent up, and comfortable yet classy flats on your feet. You were always ready to accompany your boss, never asking questions about where he led you. You didn't care so long as you got paid in the end, so it was shocking when you began to attend the Kegan Matches with him. You've heard of things like this in movies, TV shows, and cartoons... But you never expected it to be real.

You were shocked by the first match-up, a young Man versus another young man, they were both muscular but different sizes, one wore a karate-type uniform while the other wore simple boxing shorts, both bare-knuckled. You watched on, still just as perplexed as you were the first time you watched him battle, it was like lightning, so quick and fast nobody saw it coming or even knew what happened, his opponent was down and out and he was declared the winner.

"Rei Mikazuchi... I'll never forget his name." You promised yourself, and you didn't. When the official Kengan Annihilation Tournament was declared, you knew that he would be there, you wanted to see him again, you had to, just to confirm that he was real... And he was when you saw him again, it was on the luxurious Kengan Cruise Liner, he was there with his boss, Rino Kurayoshi, the beauty on her was unmatched. He seemed pretty dedicated to her, almost like a dog.

You spoke with her a few times, Rei by her side each and every time, ready to defend when necessary, but you never came with the intention to attack so he didn't mind your presence, he was prone to get lost in his own world, his thoughts as he stares off in the distance. You've learned to like those little details about him, it was so rare to see a human be just as calm as he was, he always seemed to never have any thoughts, and yet the gleam in his eyes always said otherwise. He was fascinating. For the first few days, waiting for the Kengan Annihilation Tournament to begin, you and your boss spent the days with Rino and Rei, not every moment, but enough to where you and Rei could have small talks.

You learned that he was an assassin and that he was the Head of the Mikazuchi Clan and the renounced owner of the Lighting God Technique, it seemed like such a big title and yet he seemed nonchalant about it like it didn't really mean all that much to him. He was a strange man but you liked him. He was sweet, easy to blush, and quick to hide out, he was adorable and you liked teasing him. To be so strong yet so fragile to light teasing was such a cute sight. You'd laugh every time his face would turn scarlet just from a few compliments.

The Kengan Annihilation Tournament was finally beginning, and you couldn't be more excited to see him in action, after so many weeks of waiting, you were finally going to see him at it again. His first match, just like when you first saw him, was quick, like lightning. His second match was more unexpected, he never even got to that speed with the hot-blooded bastard that was Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Saw was strong and skilled, he was just as quick with his reflexes, but he still wasn't faster than Rei. You watched on with bated breath, watching as he rocked Saw Paing's head around with quick punches, it was jaw-dropping to see Saw still able to move around.

But alas, with a last stitched effort, Rei came out victorious... But he wasn't pleased, not one bit... He seemed disappointed with the battle... With himself. Rino noticed it, but she didn't care or maybe she just didn't know how to approach him, but you did. You found him, in the hall sitting on a bench, head hanging low as his bandaged arms rested on his legs. He was deep in thought, but this time his face matched his thoughts. You approached him with a bottle of water. "Here ya go, take a swig, you need it." You said he took the bottle, but he didn't open it... He just stared at it.

"I lost." He said. You stared at him, perplexed but you didn't say anything. "I lost, in strength, I lost in resilience... The only thing that saved me was my speed and precision... Fighting that man, made me realize just how weak I really am... I need to get stronger, stronger in technique and fighting styles... Perhaps, I should give up the practice of Lightning." He said. You stepped towards him, smacking his cheek with a swift snap of your wrist. His head barely moved, but his eyes widened and he looked up at you, a frown on your usually passive face.

"Don't give up on who you are Rei, you're more than just your fighting style, you are the fighting style, you are the lightning. Saw Paing may be better than you when it comes to brute strength, he may be better than you when it comes to resilience, but that's because of who he grew into being... What did you grow up into being, Rei? It most certainly wasn't a quitter. You're a distant long-range fighter, but that doesn't make you weak... You'll just have to add close combat into that. Mix it with your lightning, drop your assassin mindset, and become a warrior." You said, your voice laced with determination.

He stared at you for a moment before his face relaxed and he smiled, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "You're right, (Y/N)... If I'm going to be able to get stronger, then I'm just going to have to change some things up... Saw Paing taught me a very valuable lesson, and I'll honor him by taking what he's taught me and adding it to my own lightning style." he said, you smiled, happy to see a fire in his eyes. "Do it Rei, I believe in you." You said.

Right after that, your and Rei's relationship pretty much came to life, you both became the best of friends which lasted for a while, and you watched him grow into a better fighter and a better man. Your feelings for him blossomed into something stronger, and it worried you, you didn't want to run him off but with the help of Saw Paing, both you and Rei were able to speak your minds on your relationship and what you were both feeling towards one another. Learning that it wasn't one-sided on each side. It was a blessing.

You enjoyed going to all of Rei's fights, cheering him on with your new-found companions, hoping for his win, and whenever he lost he didn't take it so harshly, instead he learned from them adding it to his knowledge. After every match he'd come straight to you, whether he won or lost he always engulfed you in a hug, giving you the deepest kiss, reminding you of his eternal gratefulness.

[da-bestest-writer]

Baki next gen part 4

Six weeks had passed since her birthday, And already Tomoe has been making great strides. Though her father wasn't teaching her any techniques for the time being, That was because he was getting her into shape.

Strength training, Legs, Arms, Core, Heart, All of it worked to to the depths of her ability to work them. And even beyond.

by the end of each day, Tomoe was exhausted.

Had her birthday not begun on the first day of sumer vacation, Her mother would have had a fit with regards to how much she'd have fallen behind. Too exhausted to do much of anything beyond lie down and sleep when she got home.

however, Though she didn't realize it herself, A miraculous transformation had occurred to Young Tomoe's body, Before she had begun her training, She was unimpressive, And even a bit below average in regards to fitness among her peers.

but now, Her body , while still maintaining a healthy weight for someone of her youth, Was visibly powerful, The musculature in her shoulders would strain slightly against her flower print shirt, Similarly her legs looked like those of a well practiced sprinter.

In just six weeks of training with her dad, She had gained a physique that would make even the boys in her school's Wrestling, boxing, karate and judo clubs hesitant to bully and berate her as they had before summer break!

Tomoe wasn't all that quick to notice, There was a certain someone she had to greet.

She would spend the early hours of the morning, After jogging to school for the very first time to find this friend and give a friendly 'hello'

200 cm tall, Weighing 140 kilograms, He was strong as a bull... No, Stronger! He was brave as a lion...No! Braver!

Though she hadn't the bravery to admit it to herself, Let alone him, he was the object of her desire for as long as she's known him, From the fourth grade til now... And his name was...!

"Hanayama!"

"ah, Tomoe, Good morning" Spoke the young man, Keisuke Hanayama. Glasses adorning his eyes, As his custom made school uniform draped across his strong body. There was no doubt to those who knew of the japanese underworld, That this was indeed the son of Kaoru Hanayama.

But then, Tomoe did not know, How could she when her parents had hidden the truth away from her, She only knew that their fathers were friends, Even now that she knew of her father's sordid history, the connection didn't register in her mind.

She would quickly catch up to him. and walk in comfortable silence, Keisuke was a gentleman of few words, Only ever saying what really needed to be said, And she admired that in him. Among a great many other things.

As they walked though, She had a question burning on her mind.The kind of thought many girls her age had when they were around someone they admired.

"Notice anything different about me?" She asked, She had not a signle clue of how much she transformed, But even so, With as much effort as she put in, there had to be something she wasn't noticing.

"Well, You seem more confident." He said softly as he walked side to side with her."You're holding your head up higher."

For Tomoe, That's all she needed to hear, A compliment validating the effect her training had on her. she would keep walking with him ,Feeling secure in their silent friendship.

They would split off when they had to go to their respective classes. The day moving along as normal, However. After class...

"Hanma!" Spoke out one of her upperclassman, The captain of their school's boxing team. one Yosuke Satou, He, Along with the leaders from the Karate and and Judo clubs.

"uhhh, Hey?" She asked, confused, These guys never even knew her name before, And now here they were. Approaching.

"We saw you on TV last night... " Yosuke spoke with a degree of indignance, As the Karate and Judo club leaders stood behind him, Like lackeys in a bad movie. " You're the granddaughter of Yujiro hanma... "

"Yeah? He's my grampa alright, Pretty nutty guy huh?" She asked, Feeling strangely relaxed. Normally she'd be hiding away from these guys, They were notorious for throwing their weight around.

"Yeah, Well, We just wanted to let you know, Your win against Dade was just a fluke. No girl could have beaten him without cheating or some serious beginner's luck. You're just a girl, So you'll never be stronger than us.

Now, Tomoe wasn't the kind of girl to search for conflicts, As much as her mind wanter her to just laugh it off and walk away , Her body had a different response.

"I'm already stronger." Those were her words, She didn't know she was the one saying it until she registered the voice speaking those words was her own.

"huh? The fuck did you just say?" Asked the Karate club leader with a snarl, Whelp , there was no getting out of this.

"I'm already stronger than you," She did not know if she could prove those words, But there was a strong desire within her to find out if she could.

She would get her wish, As Yosuke through a jab straight for Tomoe's face, which she had managed to dodge with ease, Making the boy slam his fist into a locker and damaging his hand

She would move behind him, Her face and breath calm... She didn't know what was coming over her here, While in the ring with a bigger stronger man, Her ability to dodge was deffinately a fluke, Even her dad said so.

But now here she was, ducking under a kick, Sidestepping a punch, blocking a palm strike, All while lacking any training beyond proving her strength and stamina.

"Quit running away!" Her opponent said,as she was grabbed by the boxing leader by the boxing club's leader.

Yosuke would plant a punch in her guy, making her quiver and weeze. She had never been hit in the stomach before, She never knew it could be so painful.

The pain as the air in her body was pushed out, the way the pain spread to her chest, She couldn't breethe, Couldn't think, And especially coulding react as she took a fist to the jaw.

But on sheer instinct, She turned with the punch, Giving her the time to get her wits about her at least, While still reeling from the lack of air she would stomp the foot of the man holding her back, Distracting him from a headbutt to the nose.

the leader of the boxing club went down , his nose busted, But before she could get any reprive she was tackled by Yosuke. Hey! That's not a Karate move!

She wanted to say that, But she was still feeling abour ready to throw up, If she opened her mouth she probably would, And that'd be really gross.

when she was taken to the ground, that's when the leader of the judo club came in, He and Yosuke began to stomp on her while she was down... These damned cheats!

Where were the teachers? Why wasn't there anyone intervening? It felt like she had been getting stomped on for hours, But the reality was, only about thirty seconds passed.

You see, Pain has a tendancy to eloingate time in the minds of those suffering from it, A migrane can make a second feel as long as a minute, A minute as long as an hour, To say nothing of how long an hour feels should such a thing last so long.

And now, Tomoe hanma was in the most pain she had ever felt as she was kicked while she was down, Spat upon, And mocked by the boys who used cowardly methods to get here in the first place.

[lightvsdark18]

Xiu's time in Twisted Wonderland

(Instead of summarizing every book, I'll point out the important details or funny moments to make it easier. She cried at everyone's backstory. Used Mewshi Q's playthrough)

Prologue

Xiu's gateway laid in front of the Dark Mirror. Felt like she awoken from a deep slumber. Called Grim a talking cat and looked around at the coffins. Frighteningly pushed the cat and ran.

"What are you talking about? Where am I?"

"What? But how is that possible?"

Anxious while standing inside an abandoned dorm in an unknown world. And gently karate-chopped Grim's head.

Surprised at the ghosts, and instinctively fully smacked Grim to stop the dorm from burning down.

Glared at Ace and pushed him towards the school, ordering him to stop bothering them.

Upset at Crowley not listening to her.

More upset and questioned him about lying to her.

Unbothered by the mine ghosts and began looking for the stone, then met the phantom and booked it out of there, falling on Deuce. The boys teased her until they heard it growl.

"Can you stop fighting? Don't you want to continue your education? Or just waste my time?"

Shock they won.

Attempted to take the crystal out of Grim's mouth and called him a "bad cat" while telling him to spit it out.

Looked offended at Crowley.

"A what?"

"But I'm a gi-"

Passed out on the bed.

Book 1

"? What happened to you?"

"... You got what you deserved."

Curious about the portal and got pushed in.

Confused at seeing paint on roses and more confused at being handed a paintbrush.

Abandoned the boys to Cater.

"I would appreciate it." Looked all thankful until they became a-holes. "Wow, making demands at a girl who has no money. Charming..."

Covered her food and sharply looked at the student.

Wanted to try a chestnut tart, but Crowley called her to his office to hand her the uniforms and a note to Sam.

Felt bad for Deuce.

Didn't ask for any specific flavor, just wanted a chestnut tart.

Cried at having a cold shower.

Unsettled by Cater's unique magic.

Uncomfortable by clothing changing magic.

Called the rules foolish.

Grabbed her chest at the floating head.

"His parents created his harshness?"

"Trappola, why are you in my room? Get out."

Amazed at Riddle's speed.

"Your way of thinking is utterly ridiculous. You would let your dorm members suffer just to feed your ego."

Covered her mouth at the punch.

"Trappola!"

Panicked.

Left with Crowley.

Kneeled to Riddle and handed him a handkerchief.

Frowned at Ace.

Then attempted to rip the crystal out of Grim's mouth again.

Unconscious with an awful cold for two weeks.

Unbothered at the white rose freakout.

Unladylike drank her tea.

"... Wait, how did you get into the school?"

Book 2

"Jerk."

Happily ate a chocolate croissant.

Furrowed brows at Crowley.

"Reminds me of soccer."

Watched Grim and the uncles play.

Looked offended at Crowley.

Pomefore students instantly gushed over how pretty she is.

Disliked the twins vibe before Cater ran off with her.

Savanaclaw made less threats towards her.

Couldn't sleep because of Grim and needed fresh air because of the dusty dorm. Then got scared at a unfamiliar man.

Not comfortable on giving him her name and told her that was okay.

Stunned at him disappearing into flat air.

Told Grim what happened last night and disliked the nickname.

Thanked Riddle for fixing her ribbon.

Watched everything with Riddle and Cater.

Innocent bystander in a dorm argument and murder attempt.

Stepped back at the large wolf.

Left the battlefield and looked for help.

"But I don't want to play."

Woke up to a massive headache.

Desperately wanted to pet Cheka's head.

Went up to the mirror and didn't sleep that night.

Book 3

"Good morning, Grim."

"Didn't you run on the first day?"

"Again?" "Hm?"

"Congratulations."

Confused.

Freaked out at suddenly being underwater, then calmed down.

Disappointed at the boys.

Glared at Crowley.

Worry, "Yes?" Didn't like the nickname.

"Why should I?" The three had to convince her to help.

Pouted at being put to work.

Stared disapproval at Azul through the whole conversation.

Furrowed brows at Grim outside their dorm.

Leona: "I'll be nice and ask you to fight one of my students." One punch in the eye and the student checked out.

"Couldn't I do a light workout in the corner?"

Gagged on the potion.

"Ah" to the eels.

Squeezed against three boys and a cat wasn't how she expected her Wednesday would go.

"Guys, I don't think we should-"

"Oh, good evening, Drongo."

Malleus' hyperfixation helped her figure out how to outsmart Azul.

Unsure how to feel on Jack knocking out a merman.

Her first time being a gremlin, and enjoyed it.

Slid photo in her pocket.

Panicked, and hid in the dorm.

"Grim did get an 85."

"You looked cute."

"Grim!" He ate it quickly.

Tilted her head at Silver and Sebek curiously.

Mind blanked at the voice in the mirror and slept somewhere else.

Uncomfortable at seeing the twins.

"I don't trust you."

"But worrying about your past is making you be defined by your past self instead of being defined by your present self."

She got a fancy parfait.

[i-swear-my-name-isnt-raz]

I am so fucking tired of being mistreated and walked over. In order to be walked upon, you must be lying down. and I'm done lying down.

I am only starting to speak up about these kinds of grievances of mine in recent years because they have brought so much pain for the last 15 years. I have had former classmates tell me I didn't face racism growing up, or that I dealt with bullying. I have had others tell me I have nothing to fear on campus. A tall, white, straight man telling me, a queer jewish asian, that I shouldn't be at the very least worried is rich. I have traveled to more than 25 countries and to all four hemispheres, I think I can talk about where and where I don't feel safe. And right now I have felt safer walking through Istanbul at night than walking around my own city. And this is fully due to the rise in antisemitism. and the lack of support from goyim I have seen for the women who were raped and assaulted on 10/7.

I don't talk about being sexually assaulted and harassed for 6 years by one of my classmates because I have a friend who tells me people should have been nicer to my assaulter. This person also follows my main account, which is part of the reason I created this side blog. I don't want people who know me to see these posts. It's easier talking about deep trauma in front of strangers than people I have known for 16 years.

I am terrified that I will run into him one day. I cry about it at night. I hope that 10 plus years has changed my physical appearance enough to go unnoticed. I think one of the scariest realizations was that he still remembered me in high school, because one of his classmates went to my dojo. And she told me I was still on his list. It terrifies me that I could still be on his mind. I have blocked his family members on social media, because his grandmother and my mom are Facebook friends. Which means he could know what I look like now.

I never express this fear out loud because people around me see me as a strong person, which then makes it hard for me to break down around them. I am the strong person my friends go to for support, but I feel like I would crush them under the weigh of my problems. I mention it in passing sometimes, but I never get into the details. because it scares me to vocalize it.

I have trained in karate and Brazilian Jiu jitsu for 10 years. It took me two years before I was comfortable rolling (bjj version of sparring and training) with male students in full uniform. It took until my 7th year training to be comfortable wearing leggings and rash guard to class. I would wear gi pants and a rash guard, because the thought of men touching my legs with their hands makes my skin crawl. But once the pandemic came around, it was no longer practical to wear gi pants and cheaper to wear leggings. And even though I am one of the highest ranked women at my dojo, I still don't feel comfortable in male dominated classes, especially when I am wearing just leggings and a rash guard. In karate, it took me a few years before I was comfortable wearing just my bra under my gi. because I was worried how it appeared to men on the floor.

I have never been super comfortable wearing revealing clothing, but I have been slowly reclaiming those clothes. And I am slowly trying to overcome this trauma. I spent a good amount of time this summer not wearing a shirt because it was so fucking hot in Portugal (and I only brought seven shirts with me: 3 work shirts, 3 day trip shirts, 1 sleeping shirt). And for the first two weeks, I was living with three men and two women. It scared me at first, but I decided that if I am used to changing around women, and wearing skin tight clothing while grappling, I could wear my bra and biking shorts in my own living space. So I did. and it felt great.

I will keep talking about these events, partially because it makes me less afraid and partially because every time I tell a story, the easier it gets. Maybe one day I will be able to say some of the things in this post out loud. for now I will keep taking small steps

[iheartralphmacchio]

The Karate Kid x Self Inserted OC! (K-12 Edition!)

Wake up.. You’re gonna be late.

The clock was then levitating and then thrown. Rosanna got out of bed and sat on it.

“Wait.. what was my dream again?” Rosanna mumbled and got up. She walked to her calendar.

“I remember feeling trapped in rising heat, and there were plastic or cardboard cutouts all around me, and my gums’ roots were pushing out my teeth, and the voice of a thousand angels said to me, “It’s temporary.”.” Rosanna said and then grabbed a crayon from the jar and drew a heart on her calendar.

Then Rosanna put the crayon back in the jar and started to walk away.

“Maybe that should be my mantra as I step into what will inevitably be the worst years of my life.” Rosanna mumbled.

Rosanna was near her closet and she kept speaking.

“Ah yes, off to a world in which girls are to wear pink dresses and boys blue pants. Well, I dyed my uniform and embroidered flowers on the sleeves.” Rosanna said and then laughed.

“Speaking of, I should probably change into my uniform right now. Nah.. That shit’s itchy. It can wait.” Rosanna said as she stepped inside the closet and changed. She then went out and walked to the bathroom.

She spoke again while in the bathroom.

“Oh yeah. And in my dream, you know, when the air below me was sucking my teeth out of their sockets, I noticed that my front two teeth stayed and the gap between them just kept getting larger and larger. How’s that even possible? I know right?” Rosanna said.

Rosanna walked to the kitchen to make her breakfast.

“I wish my mom wasn’t passed out right now and could at least drive me to the bus stop.” Rosanna said.

She tried to pour a bowl of cereal but a tarantula pops out of the box.

“Phillipe? What are you doing in there? Don’t scare me like that!” Rosanna talked to her tarantula as it crawled away.

“What was that angel’s name again? Was it Damian or Dante? No, I think it was Daniel.” Rosanna confessed while mumbling.

Rosanna is seen on the bus, next to her friend, Ali.

“I feel so sick.” Rosanna confessed.

“I can’t believe we have to do this.” Ali said.

“Do you think we’ll make any friends?” Rosanna asked.

“I hope so, but at least we have eachother.” Ali said.

“That’s true.” Rosanna said and smiled.

Then a paper airplane hits Rosanna. She opens it and it reads “gap toothed bitch”.

“Seriously? What does it say?” Rosanna asks Ali and gives the paper to her.

Ali then gets up and looks at the boy who sent the paper airplane.

“Real mature!” Ali stood up for Rosanna.

Then 2 boys started to say something.

“Aw, sad little baby! Go on!” The boys said.

“Does the bunny wabbit need some tissues?” Kelly said.

“I bet she has some in her bra!” Maya called out.

“It’s okay, just ignore them. Just plastic assholes.” Ali comforted Rosanna.

Then the kids started to chant.

“Crybaby, wah-wah!”

“This is.. K-12.” Rosanna said.

(WHEELS ON THE BUS)

The bus is thrown off the road and into the body of water below. The kids scream.

Rosanna was on the floor.

“C’mon! Get up! What are you doing?” Ali said and helped Rosanna up to her seat just right next to Ali.

Then, Rosanna and Ali used their powers and the bus is lifted to the sky.

“We should hang here more often.” Rosanna confessed.

“It’s so much better up here.” Ali said.

“This isn’t real... This isn’t real...” A boy said.

“Should we land this thing?” Rosanna said to Ali.

“Mm, Nah.” Ali said.

“I’m gonna jump out this window!” A boy said.

Then, Ali and Rosanna landed the bus right infront of the school. They got out. They bowed but didn’t face the driver.

Their panties said..

The bell chimed as Rosanna and Ali were going up the stairs.

“I don’t know why people are so scared of death.” Rosanna said.

“I agree. It’s just another part of life.” Ali said.

“You start in the womb and you end in the tomb.” Rosanna said.

“Wait a second. Where is everybody?” Ali asks.

“I don’t know if it’s because it’s cold in here, but I’m getting kind of a creepy chill down my back..” Rosanna said.

“I love it!” Rosanna and Ali said at the same time.

A ghost figure passes them behind which causes them to look behind them.

“What even was that?” Ali said.

“Scary.” Rosanna said.

They finished going up the stairs with their bookbags.

Rosanna sighs, “What’s the room number again?”

“222.” Ali responds.

Then doors show. One on the left said..

“221.” Rosanna said.

The one on the right said..

“223.” Ali said.

The one in the middle said..

“222.” They said.

The door opens and they see the classroom filled up besides two seats. Their seats.

“Class, would you like to inform Rosanna and Ali of what rule they did not follow today?” Ms. Daphne said.

“When the bell rings, you must be in your assigned seat.” The whole class said in unison.

“What are ya deaf? Sit your asses down!” Ms. Daphne said.

“Sorry, Ms. Daphne.” Rosanna and Ali muttered.

The loudspeaker notification beeps.

“All must stand for the pledge of allegiance. All rise!” The loudspeaker said.

“Henry! On your feet!” Ms. Daphne yelled at a boy.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands...” The loudspeaker and students said in unison.

“I’m being generous with you, boy.” Ms. Daphne said.

“One nation under God...” The students and loudspeaker said.

“Last chance to stand...” Ms. Daphne said.

“Indivisible...” The loudspeaker and students said.

“And show some respect!” Ms. Daphne yelled.

“With liberty and justice for all.” The loudspeaker and students finished.

“You hear that? Liberty and justice for all? That’s bullshit.” Henry said.

Ms. Daphne presses a button. It beeps, calling security.

The door opens violently.

“Grab the boy. Get that one.” The man said.

“Quiet!” Another man said.

“Get off me! I didn’t do anything!” Henry said.

“Take him to the holding!” A man shouted.

“Put him in the back. This is what you get!” Another man shouted.

The three exit and the door slams shut.

Then, it was naptime. Rosanna and Ali find a secret passageway under the bed.

Rosanna flicks a light on.

“Ali?” Rosanna called out.

“I’m over here! Can you hear me?” Ali called out.

“Yea, where are you?” Rosanna asked.

“I’m trying to follow your voice.” Ali called out.

Ali got close to Rosanna.

“There you are.” Ali said.

“Finally. How do they expect us to sleep in here?” Rosanna said.

“I don’t know. I am kind of sleepy though.” Ali said

END OF CHAPTER 1.

[genyukandojo]

What to Expect from Your First Martial Arts Class in Queens

Martial arts have long been celebrated for their power to transform not only bodies but also minds and spirits. In Queens, NY—a borough known for its diversity and energy—martial arts schools offer a wide array of disciplines, from striking arts like Muay Thai and Karate to the flowing movements of Aikido. If you’re considering stepping onto the mat for the first time, you’re likely filled with excitement, curiosity, and maybe a few nerves. This guide will walk you through what to expect from your first martial arts class in Queens, highlight the unique qualities of local schools, and help you find the right fit for your journey.

The Martial Arts Landscape in Queens, NY

Queens is home to a vibrant martial arts community, with schools offering everything from traditional Karate and Aikido to modern disciplines like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Muay Thai. Whether your goal is self-defense, fitness, stress relief, or personal growth, you’ll find a style and a school to match your needs.

Popular Martial Arts Styles in Queens

Muay Thai: Known as the “art of eight limbs,” Muay Thai uses punches, kicks, elbows, and knees for a full-body workout and practical self-defense.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ): Focuses on ground fighting and submissions, emphasizing technique over brute strength.

Karate: Traditional striking art with a focus on discipline, self-control, and practical self-defense.

Aikido: A Japanese art emphasizing harmony, non-violence, and using an opponent’s energy against them.

Mixed Martial Arts (MMA): Combines elements from multiple disciplines for comprehensive self-defense and fitness.

Starting Out: What to Expect as a Beginner

Beginner-Friendly Atmosphere

Most martial arts schools in Queens, NY, pride themselves on being welcoming and beginner-friendly. You don’t need to be in top shape or have any prior experience—schools like Queens Muay Thai and Megami Dojo specifically design their beginner classes to accommodate newcomers, focusing on safety, structure, and gradual progression. The only requirement is a willingness to learn and an open mind.

Supportive Community

One of the standout features of Martial Arts Schools in Queens NY is the sense of community. Instructors and fellow students are there to encourage, support, and motivate you. Many schools celebrate individual progress, no matter how small, creating an environment where everyone can thrive.

“It’s not just about training; it’s about building each other up and enjoying the journey as a team.”

Your First Class: Step-by-Step

Before You Arrive

What to Wear: Comfortable athletic clothing is usually sufficient for your first class. Some schools provide uniforms (gi) or equipment, especially if you sign up for a trial package.

What to Bring: Bring a water bottle, a towel, and an open mind. If you’re attending a striking class (like Muay Thai), you may be provided with gloves or wraps for your trial.

Arrive Early: Arriving 10–15 minutes early allows you to meet your instructor, fill out any necessary paperwork, and get oriented.

Warm-Up

Classes typically begin with a group warm-up to prepare your body and prevent injury. Expect light cardio, stretching, and basic movement drills. This is also a chance to shake off nerves and get comfortable in the space.

Fundamental Techniques

Your instructor will introduce you to basic techniques relevant to the style you’re learning:

Muay Thai: Basic stance, footwork, and simple strikes (jab, cross, low kick).

Karate: Fundamental blocks, punches, and stances.

Aikido: Simple movements, basic falls (ukemi), and introductory techniques for blending and redirecting energy.

BJJ: Basic positions (guard, mount), escapes, and simple submissions.

The focus is on learning proper form and safety, not on speed or power. Instructors are attentive to beginners, offering personalized feedback and encouragement.

Partner Drills

Most martial arts classes include partner work, where you’ll practice techniques with another student. This might involve controlled sparring, pad work, or practicing self-defense scenarios. Don’t worry—everyone remembers their first class, and experienced students are usually patient and helpful.

Cool Down and Reflection

Classes end with a cool-down period, including stretching and sometimes meditation or breathing exercises. Instructors may offer words of encouragement, discuss the philosophy behind the art, or answer questions.

The Unique Appeal of Aikido Schools in Queens NY

If you’re interested in a martial art that emphasizes harmony, non-violence, and personal growth, Aikido Schools in Queens NY are an excellent choice. Aikido is unique in that it teaches students to neutralize attacks without causing harm, focusing on throws, joint locks, and blending with an opponent’s movement.

What to Expect in Your First Aikido Class

Gentle Introduction: Aikido classes are known for their welcoming, non-competitive atmosphere. Beginners are guided through basic movements, falls, and techniques at their own pace.

Mind-Body Connection: Training includes stretching, breathing, and centering exercises to develop calmness and relaxation.

Diverse Community: Age, size, and gender make no difference—Aikido is accessible to everyone.

Certified Instructors: Many Aikido schools in Queens feature highly experienced, certified black belt instructors who are passionate about teaching.

Trial Classes: Most dojos offer a free or low-cost trial class, so you can experience the art before committing.

The Benefits: Why People Choose Martial Arts Queens NY

Physical Fitness

Martial arts training is a full-body workout, improving strength, flexibility, cardiovascular health, and coordination. Whether you’re hitting pads in Muay Thai, practicing throws in Aikido, or drilling techniques in Karate, you’ll notice positive changes in your body and energy levels.

Self-Defense Skills

Practical self-defense is a core component of most martial arts. You’ll learn how to protect yourself, build situational awareness, and respond confidently to threats.

Mental and Emotional Growth

Martial arts foster discipline, focus, resilience, and stress relief. Many students report increased confidence, reduced anxiety, and a greater sense of calm in daily life.

Community and Camaraderie

The friendships and support systems you build in Martial Arts Schools in Queens NY are invaluable. Training partners become friends, and the dojo becomes a second home.

Choosing the Right Martial Arts School in Queens NY

With so many options, finding the right fit can feel overwhelming. Here’s how to narrow your search:

Visit Multiple Schools: Observe classes, meet instructors, and get a feel for the environment.

Consider Your Goals: Are you looking for fitness, self-defense, competition, or personal growth?

Check Class Schedules: Make sure the school’s timetable fits your availability.

Ask About Trial Classes: Take advantage of free or discounted trial classes to experience the school firsthand.

Evaluate Instructor Credentials: Look for experienced, certified instructors with a track record of teaching beginners.

Community Vibe: Choose a school where you feel welcomed, supported, and inspired.

Notable Martial Arts Schools in Queens NY

Peak Performance | Caio Terra Academy Queens NYC: Offers beginner-friendly Muay Thai and BJJ classes, supportive community, and affordable trial packages.

Megami Dojo: Focuses on self-defense-oriented Karate, Gung Fu, and Filipino Martial Arts, with small class sizes and personalized attention.

Aikido Kokikai of Queens: Specializes in Aikido, with certified black belt instructors and a welcoming, non-competitive environment.

Queens Aikikai, New York Aikido Center, Harmony Aikido Dojo, Seishinkan Aikido, Shobu Aikido of Queens: Top Aikido dojos offering classes for all levels and ages, each with unique strengths and teaching philosophies.

Final Thoughts: Your First Step on a Transformative Journey

Walking into your first martial arts class in Queens is an act of courage and curiosity. Whether you’re drawn to the dynamic strikes of Muay Thai, the tradition of Karate, or the peaceful philosophy of Aikido, you’ll find a school ready to welcome you. Expect a supportive community, expert instruction, and a path that challenges and rewards you in equal measure.

Remember, every black belt was once a beginner. Your journey starts with a single step—take it, and discover what martial arts in Queens, NY, can do for you.

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Karate Uniform Lightweight

When you're training in karate, every movement matters. Whether you're throwing a high kick, practicing kata, or sparring in the dojo, your uniform should never get in the way. That's where our Karate Uniform Lightweight comes in — designed to give you the freedom, comfort, and durability you need to perform at your best.

Let’s take a closer look at what makes this uniform the perfect choice for martial artists of all levels.

Why Choose a Lightweight Karate Uniform?

A lightweight karate uniform is ideal for students and professionals who want to move freely and stay cool during training. The material is lighter than traditional heavy-duty uniforms, which makes it easier to move quickly and practice longer without feeling weighed down.

Whether you're new to karate or have years of experience, a lightweight gi helps you train more efficiently. It's especially perfect for warm climates or intense workouts where breathability and comfort are key.

Material That Moves With You

Our Karate Uniform Lightweight is crafted from a high-quality blend of cotton and polyester. This fabric combination gives you the best of both worlds:

Cotton keeps the uniform soft, breathable, and comfortable against the skin.

Polyester adds strength and durability, helping the uniform resist shrinking, wrinkles, and wear over time.

Together, these materials create a gi that stays lightweight without sacrificing quality. You’ll be able to train hard and wash often, knowing your uniform will hold up.

Built for Training, Sparring, and Everything in Between

No matter your training goals, this uniform is ready for action. The lightweight design is great for:

Kata practice – Move smoothly through forms with no restriction.

Sparring sessions – Stay quick and agile during movement.

Daily training – Feel comfortable through long classes.

Competitions – Present a clean, professional appearance.

The uniform’s breathable fabric helps regulate your body temperature, keeping you cool and focused. It's also designed to allow a full range of motion, so you can stretch, kick, and strike without your uniform holding you back.

Comfortable Fit, Adjustable Waist

Fit is just as important as fabric when it comes to martial arts gear. This lightweight karate uniform includes a jacket (uwagi) and pants (zubon) that are designed for both comfort and function.

The jacket has a traditional crossover front with reinforced seams to keep it in place during practice.

The pants feature a drawstring or elastic waistband, depending on the size, to offer a snug but adjustable fit. No slipping, bunching, or discomfort.

With multiple size options available, you’ll find the right fit for kids, teens, and adults. Whether you’re growing into your training or already a black belt, this uniform is made to support your progress.

Easy to Care For

One of the best things about our lightweight karate gi? It’s low maintenance. The cotton-polyester blend is easy to wash and dries faster than heavier uniforms.

To keep it looking and feeling great:

Wash in cold water

Use mild detergent

Hang dry or tumble dry on low heat

Avoid bleach to maintain color and fabric strength

The material resists shrinking and fading, so your uniform stays sharp even after repeated use.

Designed for All Levels and Styles

This uniform is ideal for karate practitioners of all ranks and styles, including:

Shotokan

Wado-Ryu

Goju-Ryu

Shito-Ryu

And more!

Whether you're training for fun, fitness, self-defense, or competition, this gi helps you look and feel prepared. It’s also a great starter uniform for new students or a comfortable, dependable option for experienced martial artists who train regularly.

Lightweight, But Not Flimsy

Some people worry that a lightweight gi might be too thin or less durable. Not this one. We've reinforced all the major stress points — including the shoulders, sleeves, and knees — to ensure it holds up under pressure.

You get all the benefits of a light, breathable uniform without sacrificing durability or performance.

A Great Choice for Dojos and Schools

If you run a martial arts school, you know how important it is to have uniforms that are both high-quality and affordable. Our Lightweight Karate Uniform is a great option for outfitting your students. It's professional, practical, and priced right — making it easy for new students to get started and for schools to maintain a consistent, polished look across the class.

What’s Included

Each set includes:

1 Lightweight Karate Jacket

1 Pair of Karate Pants

Bonus: Many sizes include a white belt, perfect for beginners!

Available Sizes and Colors

We offer this uniform in a full range of sizes, from children’s sizes to adult sizes. Sizing charts are available to help you choose the right fit.

The most common color is classic white, symbolizing purity, focus, and tradition in martial arts. However, other colors like black or blue may be available depending on stock and style preferences.

Final Thoughts

The Karate Uniform Lightweight is the ideal blend of performance, comfort, and value. Whether you’re stepping onto the mat for the first time or advancing to higher levels, this uniform supports your journey every step of the way.

With breathable fabric, a flexible fit, and reinforced construction, it’s designed for the demands of martial arts training — and priced to make quality gear accessible to everyone.

Ready to elevate your training? Try our Lightweight Karate Uniform and experience the difference in every move.

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