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honeycombstrawberry · 3 years ago

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currently on the subway going home feeling extremely conflicted between re-reading every fic/headcanon on here for the millionth time and reading new york times to stay updated on news n stuff......

buut besides that my brain just popped out an idea of movie night with adrian (and maybe the rest of the Kids) or at a movie theater and um.. adrian cant keep his hands off you.... exhibitionism with a side of trying to stay quiet but sorta failing sounds absolutely scrumptious👀

-🦇 anon

fire for a heart

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, has a vagina)

rating: explicit

word count: 7,032

one-sentence synopsis: adrian has an idea for a fun little game the two of you can play during team movie night, and you think you might be the ultimate winner.

author's note: remember how i said i was going to do drabbles? ANYWAYS here's 7k words of explicit smut because i'm a fucking maniac and i can. not. stop. i also am running on very little sleep so i'm sorry if this is incoherent but it was the song in my heart and i had to sing it

read on ao3!

Adrian has something of an unruly streak.

He’s best described as a wild card more often than not, and you’re never quite sure what he’s thinking, or what he’ll say, or what he’s going to do next. You don’t even think he knows what’s going to come out of his mouth one hundred percent of the time.

This is a man who hums to himself when he kills people, and embroiders his name into the backs of his own sweaters, and can cut someone’s head off as easily as he walks in a straight line— and sometimes easier. He’s unhinged, and he’s feral, and he’s hilarious, and he’s dorky, and he’s dumb, and he’s fucked up, and he’s incredibly, incredibly peculiar.

It’s really most of what you love about him.

So, when Adrian comes up to you in the kitchen of your shared apartment on movie night, you’re really not entirely sure what to expect.

Since the two of you are hosting tonight, you’d offered to come into the kitchen and start bringing snacks out for everybody, now that they’d all arrived. You’d left them in the living room— Leota and Chris arguing over Adrian’s movies, John trying (and failing) to lure your and Adrian’s cat out from the bathroom where he’s hiding, and Emilia and Adrian heatedly discussing The X-Files. You hadn’t expected any of them to follow you, but then you’d felt eyes on the back of your neck, a presence in the room, and you’d turned, and—

There was Adrian. Leaning in the kitchen doorway, picking at a chip of paint on the wall, humming to himself.

“What’re you doing?” you ask suspiciously. His eyes drift over to you, and he grins, his head tipping to the side as he studies you. Your suspicion only grows; nothing good can come of Adrian when he’s like this.

“I just wanted to come and ask you something real quick,” he says. He draws in closer to you, his whole body’s balance shifting to one side until he’s draping along your back, snuggling in close, burying his face in your throat.

His arms wrap tight around you, and he just stands there for a moment, holding you. He tips back, then forth, once, then twice, and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. When you flick your eyes up to meet his, he cranes his neck so he can kiss you on the cheek, then burrows in closer, his glasses pressing into your jaw when he pushes his face down.

“I’m onto you,” you murmur.

“What?” he asks, but you know better.

“What do you want?” you ask him. He shrugs, but his arms shift, releasing their embrace of you so they can glide down to your waist instead, then to your hips.

Adrian’s hold is gentle until it’s not, his hands tightening their grip so he can bring his hips flush to yours. His chin rests on the top of your head, digging into the crown. Even harder is his cock in his jeans, pressed to the curve of your ass as he pulls you in closer to him. He draws you in so close to his chest that you can feel the zipper on his sweater jabbing into your back.

“I just had a little question,” Adrian says. He shifts so he can drop his head down, his lips meeting the curve of your ear. You can feel his warm breath ghost across the shell of it when he speaks again, shivers rattling down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your arms. “I wanted to know if you might let me touch you a little bit tonight. Like, a tiny bit. A tiny, little, itty-bitty, just—” He holds up one hand, positions his thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart. “Just an itsy little bit. Just until you cum, like, once or twice.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, is that all? You—”

You’re about to say more, but your breath catches when Adrian’s teeth graze down to bite at your earlobe. Your hands go to his where they grip your hips, crossing to hold onto him.

“During the movie?” you ask instead, just trying to be— to be absolutely certain of what he’s angling for here. “With— With everyone here?”

“Mm-hmm,” Adrian confirms, trailing to the hinge of your jaw to bite at the joint, sucking in a bruising kiss. The soft skin just beneath is next, and your eyes slip shut of their own accord, your head tilting to grant him better access. “Only if you’re okay with it, though. But holy shit, I want to touch you so bad.”

His hands drift slightly from your hips, coasting closer to the waistband of your pants instead. You take him by the wrists, halting him when his fingers start to dip against your heated skin, tucking into your clothes.

“Not yet,” you tell him. You twist, using your hold on his arms to draw him in for another kiss, letting him part your lips and deepen it immediately. His hands drag up to cup your face, his leg slotting between yours for you to press into. You clench around him, thighs tightening, and he’s even quicker to withdraw.

“Mm,” he says. “Okay, so— Is that a yes, or? What’re you thinking here?”

You only pretend to actually think about it before you tell him, “Yeah, okay. If you think you can pull it off without getting us caught.”

Adrian grins, laughing with delight at your approval. He pumps both fists up in the air, then swoops in to kiss you, a smiling press of lips to lips that becomes deeper when your heat surges through you again. You have to separate the two of you again, your hands getting sweaty, knees airy.

“Bring this,” you tell him, handing him a bowl of popcorn you’d just finished before he came in. “Use it to cover your dick, you’re— Like, incredibly obviously hard right now.”

Adrian looks down at the extraordinarily obvious outline of his hard cock through his jeans. He reaches down, shifts his dick, and then looks back up at you, but he’s done literally nothing to change anything. You push the bowl of popcorn into his hands.

“You’re an idiot,” you tell him fondly, and he kisses you over the bowl.

“Stop pushing this popcorn into my dick or I’ll cum on it,” he replies, just as fondly. You bite at his lower lip, and he whines a little. “No, come on, we haven’t started yet.”

“Speak for yourself,” you say. You nudge him towards the entryway. “Go. You’re going to cum in your pants before the movie even starts.”

He sighs heavily, put upon, but he does as you’ve asked, turning to leave. A beat later, he comes jogging back over, leaning into you so he can surprise you with a fast, filthy kiss, teeth nearly breaking the skin of your lip before his hot tongue is in your mouth. You open up to him without thinking, cunt pulsing between your legs.

When you separate, he says, “I really almost did cum on the popcorn that time.”

“Fucking— Go sit down and think about something else,” you tell him. “You’re going to end this before it even starts.”

“Okay, okay, okay—” he agrees, but he still kisses your cheek once last time before darting out of the room, narrowly avoiding the way you smack out at him to swat him away.

You have to take a moment to yourself, too. It’s not just for Adrian’s sake that you sent him away. Once he’s gone, you grip the edge of the counter with white knuckles, tight, taking deep, even steadying breaths. You close your eyes, just for a moment, and let your head hang between your arms.

“Hey,” Emilia says behind you, and you shriek, an honest-to-God almost-scream that has you clutching your hand to your chest, nearly falling to slam into the counter. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry—”

“No, shit, sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize yourself, catching your breath. “Fuck, sorry, I was just—”

Adrian’s in the doorway in a second, popcorn bowl gone, knife in his hand, demanding, “What the fuck was that?”

“Harcourt scared the shit out of me,” you tell him. He evaluates Emilia, then levels his knife at her.

“Cool prank,” he says, then flips it closed and turns to wink at you. He’s gone in an instant, and Emilia looks at you, a frown on her face.

“Did you s—” she starts to ask, and you have to fight the smile that wants to come up as Emilia turns back to watch Adrian leave for another second before her head snaps back around, and she says, “Ugh, j— Never mind. Just— Want help with that?”

You have no choice but to turn back to the counter then to stop yourself from laughing.

When you and Emilia bring the rest of the snacks and drinks back to the living room, you take quick stock of your surroundings. A movie’s been selected and put in your player; seats have clearly already been claimed, everyone already settling into place. Movie nights are not infrequent amongst the 11th Street Kids. People pretty much have designated spots at everybody’s houses by now.

Adrian is tucked into the corner of your loveseat. In the armchair beside him, Chris is tucking a blanket in his lap, wrapping it under his thighs to keep it snugly in place. When Emilia’s set the snacks in her hands down on the table, she falls into the heap of pillows at his feet, resting back against his legs.

Beside your armchair is a sofa, where Leota is currently stretched out. John’s at the other end, looking at something on his phone, your cat cautiously creeping out to investigate him now that he’s finally lost interest.

You can’t help but feel heartwarmed, for a moment. You don’t always feel like you have many people, but— these people, your friends, have quickly become a family to you. You can’t imagine life without them.

“Are we gonna start or what?” Leota demands.

“I swear to God, I’m going to go home if someone doesn’t start the fucking movie soon,” Chris adds, immediately escalating everything to a hundred.

“You are the worst,” John shouts back at him, as loud as he can make himself over Chris’ voice.

Even with their dramatics, you wouldn’t have them any other way.

You take your place beside Adrian on the loveseat, tucking into his side. His arm goes around your shoulders automatically; it’s the same position you always start in on movie nights. He also has the remote— and refuses to give it up, since this is your place and the host gets remote control control when not remote— and he clicks to start the movie.

As the opening notes play and Candyman starts on the screen, Adrian stretches past you just slightly, reaching for the blanket you keep thrown over the end of the loveseat, mostly just for this purpose. He spreads the blanket over your lap and his, tucking up closer to your waists.

You press closer into his side, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. You’re on high alert, waiting for him to make his first move.

As the movie begins, though, he doesn’t do anything. He seems like he’s actually watching the movie. You tilt your head up after a little bit, your shoulders still tense as you wait for him to strike, but he seems pretty focused, eyes intently forward, focused on the screen. The images of the film reflect in miniature in his glasses, even tinier in his irises. When he catches you staring, he turns to you, smiling with a confused tilt to his brow. You wonder if he’s just fucking with you or if he really doesn’t know what the hell you’re on about.

“What’s up?” he whispers to you.

“Shh!” Chris hisses immediately.

“Jesus Christ,” Emilia says backwards. “Your shush is louder than his whisper in the first fucking place.”

“Can all of you shut up, please? This is crucial information for the story,” John says over her. Emilia and Chris both flip him off at the same time. Adrian realizes what they’re doing and joins a beat too late.

When everyone’s settled back down, Adrian included, you whisper, “Sorry,” up to him, as softly as possible. Adrian just kisses the top of your head and relaxes back into the sofa. He doesn’t seem like he’s moving, back to watching the movie again.

For a while, you just watch him. You enjoy seeing the flickering movements of his eyes as he watches the screen, seeing the way his brows and mouth and features all shift and twist when he laughs and frowns in expressive responses to what’s happening in the movie. The longer you watch him, the more relaxed you become, too, slumping into him until you’re perfectly comfortable and content.

You turn your head, letting your ear rest over his heart, tilted into his chest. His hand lifts from where it’s draped along your shoulders to lightly drag along the top of your head instead, his fingertips stroking through your hair, short nails just barely scratching your scalp.

You sigh, and bring your legs up onto the loveseat beside you, getting more comfortable in his side.

You should’ve known.

Adrian turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The room is dark, the only light coming from the screen, and the scene playing now isn’t particularly well-lit. His profile is dim, his jaw sharp, but his eyes are intent on yours when you meet them.

His hand slips down from your hair between your bodies. Rather than being wrapped around you, it’s now trapped between you, his long fingers coming to rest at the inside of your knee. Your heart picks up a bit, heat and lust and a strong magnetic pull starting to gather in your cunt. Adrian presses an open-mouthed kiss to your temple before lifting his head again, eyes returning to the screen.

While he stays facing forward, however, his hand does not stop moving. Beneath the blanket, his fingers start to slowly slip up the fabric of your jeans, nails tracing the seam. His path is almost meandering, but his intention is clear.

Just before he reaches the juncture of your legs, his hand drags up to the waistband of your jeans instead. He taps the button in a silent instruction, and you glance up at him, eyes wide.

He stays fixed ahead. He’s waiting for you to do what you want to do, you realize. He’s inviting you to interpret as you see fit.

You hesitate just long enough to evaluate the room. Everyone seems focused on— Well, if not focused on the movie, at least focused on something. Chris is half-paying attention, half-stroking Emilia’s hair, his eyes drifting down more often than not. You wonder absently if he would be brave enough to do that with the lights on and other people around, but you remind yourself he’s not the only one in here doing something he might not otherwise do with the lights on and everyone else in the room.

For her part, Emilia’s head is tilted backwards, allowing Chris access to her hair. Her neck is exposed in the process, stretched just slightly; the movie’s colors glint off the pale column of her throat. Chris watches those colors, and you watch him, for a beat, before making yourself look away.

Leota’s smiling at something on her phone, when you look at her, but only for a moment before she’s locking it again and looking up to the movie. When you look past her to John, he’s looking back at you, but only in passing; he seems surprised that your eyes meet.

“Hey,” John says, and waves.

“Seriously?” Chris demands. “Do we just all talk through fucking movies now? Is this Mystery Science fucking Theater?”

“I wouldn’t mind if we wanted to do that,” Adrian comments.

“You would make me blow my own brains out if we did that,” Emilia replies.

“Hey!” Adrian argues. “I th—”

“Shh, shush!” Chris spits again. “Holy shit, I thought you killed people for committing crimes. Talking during a movie should land you in fucking jail.”

Adrian starts laughing, and you take the opportunity to quickly lift your hips, unfastening your jeans and wriggling them down to your knees, freeing your hips, your thighs, your cunt.

You can tell Adrian can feel you shifting against him, moving, twisting, as you get your pants out of the way. When you settle back into place against him, leaning into his front, you can feel his cock, now, starting to harden again under your arm.

You shift just enough to settle your hand over the outline of his cock through his jeans rather than your wrist, your palm finding him already through the layers, already scorching. His breath catches briefly; you can hear it with your ear pressed to his chest. His pulse quickens, his heartbeat picking up just slightly. It thumps against your cheek, beneath the soft fabric of his sweater, and you smile at the feel of it.

Adrian presses his lips to the top of your head again. His head sweeps down, and he whispers, “You’re a fucking nightmare,” near your ear.

You lightly squeeze his cock through his jeans in response, and his hips twitch slightly before he gets himself under control.

“That’s not the game,” he tells you, his voice pitched so low you almost miss it. It turns almost sing-songy when he adds, “Play by the rules or you’re going to get in trou-ble.”

“Yeah?” you ask him. “With who?”

“With me,” he says, Vigilante-rough.

With your jeans gone, Adrian’s free now to bring his hand back to your waist, his path unimpeded by denim. He strokes over the fabric of your underwear at first, though, just glancing over your hip before he continues down to your inner thigh again, just above where you pushed the denim down to. His grip is firm there, tight enough to be bruising, and his thumb strokes in a long sweep up towards your cunt.

The tease of it makes you ache, and you clench around nothing, wanting him closer. You’re already wet, and getting wetter. When Adrian’s hand drifts up a bit more on your bare skin, the edge of his thumb brushes over your slit through your underwear, pushing the damp fabric against your lips.

He makes an impossibly soft sound, something like an, “Mm,” in the very back of his chest. You feel it more than you hear it, and his skin warms slightly, flushing in response to whatever he’s feeling. You imagine it’s not unlike the heat you’re feeling, the pulsing current, the way you’re longing to just be filled by him in every way you can get.

His fingertips slip up to tuck inside the fabric, pushing it aside. He only teases you, for a moment, before he slides away again, fingers dragging with too much purpose to the band of your underwear.

Adrian tucks his fingers into the band, and you turn your head to look at the movie screen, even though your eyes are practically glazed over. You want to at least seem like you’re paying attention, if anybody looks over. The blanket covering the both of you should cover what’s going on, but if you’re staring at him with your mouth open, it’ll probably raise at least a question or two, and definitely more than a few comments.

While your eyes find the movie screen, Adrian glides his fingers down between your overheated skin and the tight fabric of your underwear to slip one finger between your lips.

He strokes first to your entrance, and you hear the intake of his breath in his chest when he feels how soaked you’re getting. Just hearing that has you wetter; his glasses slip a little bit down his nose when he turns his head a bit to glance at you.

You pointedly keep your eyes forward, even as you feel your face heating and pulse quickening. In your peripheral vision, you see the corner of Adrain’s mouth quirk up in a challenging smile before he follows your lead, doing the same, eyes fixed on the screen.

You reach up and push his glasses back up into place for him before returning your hand to his cock over his jeans. He shifts his hips slightly, pushing them up a bit, but you don’t give him enough of the friction he wants. His finger, in turn, gathers wetness from your entrance to drag up to your clit, spreading you so he can press two fingertips directly over your clit.

Your lungs seize, and it takes all the control you’ve spent years gathering to catch your breath before you inhale loudly. Adrian’s slick fingertips start rubbing you in small, tight circles, and you bite roughly into your lower lip, desperate to keep silent.

Your cunt pulses, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled with something, anything. Adrian knows you well enough to know what you want without you voicing it— without you even needing to move, really— and his direction changes.

Though he’s been dragging you halfway to orgasm just with two fingers on your clit, he removes them now so he can slide back down between your folds to your soaking entrance. His middle and his ring fingers find your ready, slick cunt. He wastes no time in pushing into you, and you bite blood into your mouth keeping quiet.

It’s involuntary, but your grip tightens, and Adrian swallows audibly. In your peripheral vision, you see Chris’ head move, and you freeze, eyes locked on the screen. You know Adrian’s chest is heaving under your ear, so you tilt your head, concealing it from Chris’ view.

After a beat, Chris looks back at the screen. Adrian doesn’t move, then, except—

—except for his hand, except for his fucking fingers pushing deeper. He twists his wrist, and fucks deeper into you, tiny thrusts of his fingers as he works you open. His fingers are long and fucking thick together, and your thighs press together a bit around his wrist, wanting him deeper, closer, in.

Adrian’s thumb finds your clit again, and you tighten around him, your throat clicking as you try to swallow. You blink, fighting back the burn in your eyes. His thumb grinds down into your clit, gives you the pressure you want while his fingers fuck deep into you, his hand working under the blanket to drag you to the edge.

You tilt your head back just slightly, trying to keep your breath even as Adrian gets you closer and closer to cumming. Your breaths are shorter, your face flushed; sweat is making your skin dewy, and you can’t help but want to touch, to want to respond, to make him feel in kind, and so you stroke his cock once more over the fabric of his jeans before you wrestle yourself upwards.

Beneath the blanket, your hand finds the buckle on his belt and you puzzle it open after a couple of beats. The button on his jeans comes next, but you’re able to work that open easily. You unzip him and sit up just enough to reach into his underwear, to wriggle his jeans loose just enough that you can pull his cock into your hand, your thumb stroking over the tip to gather wetness yourself. His thighs strain slightly with the effort to remain still.

He recovers himself, remembers to move his hand, and his thumb starts working harder, faster on your clit just as there’s a loud noise in the movie. You jump, startled, and Adrian accidentally— or purposefully, you can’t entirely tell— pushes deeper into you, his fingers crooking, his thumb rubbing your clit in tight, tiny circles, harder and tighter until your thighs are gripping his hand and he’s soaked down to his palm, slick dripping down to his wrist.

The edge he’s been dragging you along for the better part of the movie finally seems within reach, and you push your hips up, desperate for that last little shove that’ll get you off.

You turn your head up to glance up at Adrian. He happens to look down at the same time, and your blown eyes meet his, his pupils hugely dark. He’s glowing in blue screen light, and you knock your forehead against the hinge of his jaw, the best you can do without moving in an obvious way. Adrian jerks a bit, and you release his cock.

He makes a small noise, and Leota glances at him. He must notice, too, because he turns it into a cough, bringing up the hand that’s been tightly gripping the arm of the sofa to cover his mouth. He rubs at his face when he does it; you can see sweat at his temples.

You’re only letting go of him for a moment, even if he doesn’t know that. You reach between your own legs with the hand you’ve just taken off of him, taking some of the wetness that’s been drenching your underwear to bring back to Adrian’s cock, to slick your grip. He jerks again when your fingers wrap around the base of his cock this time, wet all the way around.

You shush him with just the smallest edge of your voice. You can feel the way he’s straining beneath you. He just fucking loves to move, to talk, to do things; it must be impossible for him to even be doing this much.

He gives as good as he gets, and his control is slipping now that you’re starting to slowly fuck his cock with the circle of your fist. His hand in you, on you, works faster, harder, pressing in tighter, and you clench closer around him. He shifts a bit, gets a third finger in with the first two. Your vision nearly goes black; it’s like there’s no movie screen in the room at all.

“Oh, shit!” John shouts, as something must happen on screen. You involuntarily jump, and Adrian gasps, a high noise that makes Chris laugh.

“You fucking scared, dude?” Chris asks. He claps Adrian on the shoulder, and Adrian whimpers, his hand flying up to clamp over his mouth. “Jesus. Are you actually freaked out? It’s not real, man—”

“No, no!” Adrian hurries to say. “I mean— Yes, holy shit, this is— So fucking scary. Do you want to know— There’s actually something really cool, for this movie, they made— They— Aah!” He bangs his fist down into the arm of the sofa when you twist your wrist, says, “Fuck, this shit— This shit’s scary, I fucking— Did you know they made bees specifically for this movie? Like, they wanted these specifically-aged bees, so they just bred ‘em that way. Isn’t that— fucking awesome—”

“Be quiet,” Emilia hisses backwards as John says, “No shit? Is that true?”

“That didn’t even make sense,” Leota tells John.

“No, I think I’ve read that,” you reply, and Adrian’s thumb is tighter on your clit, harder, deeper, and you glue your eyes back on the screen, saying, “Oh, fuck, look, it’s Candyman.��

Chris gasps when he looks back at the screen. Adrian doesn’t relent, fucking you with his long fingers, his strong thumb rubbing you closer and closer to the edge. Heat coils tightly in your spine, in the pool of your stomach, in the clench of your cunt, and you’re soaked around him, unable to hold back as you get so close to the edge you know this is going to be it.

Your eyes drift closed when Adrian finally drags you over the crest of your orgasm, and you cum with your teeth biting blood from your lip, breaking the skin as you struggle to stay silent.

Your hips twitch of their own accord, your orgasm rattling through your limbs in starbursts that rocket from your cunt through your entire body. You dig the nails of the hand not around Adrian’s cock into your own palm, cutting crescents into your flesh.

You can hardly see; all you can think about is sensation, and pleasure, and Adrian. Your breath is fast, but you just barely manage to keep it quiet, just under the noise of the movie. Nobody looks at you, so you know— or, you hope, anyways— that nobody realizes what just happened.

What’s still kind of happening, as Adrian milks you for every single drop, wrings your orgasm out of you until you’re overstimulated and trembling against him. It’s only then that you remember your grip on his cock, loosened as you lost focus completely.

You tighten up again, shifting to fuck his cock with the wet, tight circle of your fist. He’s rock fucking hard, making the tiniest movements under you as you work him closer and closer to the edge. He’s also fucking wet himself, precum continously beading up and spilling down the hot length of his cock as he fights to remain silent.

His fingers slip out of you so he can grip your thigh, holding on impossibly tightly, hard enough to definitely leave bruises as you hand-fuck him harder, keeping the slick noises muffled under the blanket. The movie’s volume helps, especially when Adrian briefly summons the wherewithal to turn it up a couple of notches as the movie reaches its climax.

Adrian is doing the same, you can tell. When you tilt your head up, you can see the muscles straining in his neck, his shoulder, along his temple; his eyes are glassy, pupils blown huge and wide and dark. His mouth is red and swollen from his own teeth, his cheeks flushed with splotches of color, his hair starting to curl looser with heat and sweat prickling along his skin.

His eyes dart down to you, meeting yours briefly. You glance up at him through your lashes, then focus back down, fucking him faster, harder, with your hand. You shift just enough to reach with your other hand, working into his underwear, between his thighs, so you can push softly into his hole. His chest stutters, his eyes flying open wide, still locked on you when you look back up. You know this is something he likes, and you also know it instantly pushes his buttons.

Adrian’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You push your advantage, twisting your wrist, keeping as silent as you can as both of your hands work on him. When your eyes meet again, you smile up at him, and he—

He suddenly fucking groans, a noise that punches up out of him out of fucking nowhere. It makes a flare of heat explode inside of you before you realize what that actually fucking means.

You freeze, and everyone shifts to look towards you at once.

Chris starts to say, “What the fuck—” but then Adrian, faster than fucking anything, is separating himself from you and shoving himself back into his pants and scrambling to his feet.

“I’m—” he starts, then stops. “Uhh— Ahh, fuck,” he says. He spreads his hands, laughs nervously, says, “Fuck,” emphatically, then sprints from the room.

You stare after him, dumbfounded. After a moment, you meet John’s eyes, the first you see when you move your head. He twists to look over his shoulder, then, to see where Adrian went, and you slump back down. Luckily for you, Adrian didn’t knock the blanket off of you, and so you’re able to quickly tug your jeans back up underneath it when you realize they’re still down, refastening them at lightning speed.

“What the hell?” John asks. He’s still looking down the hall. “He doesn’t seem like the type to get sick at a horror movie. I’ve seen him chop people’s heads off. Like, I’ve seen him take off multiple heads, from multiple people. This guy’s acting with some special bees.”

“Is Chase okay?” Emilia asks you, sounding genuinely concerned.

You push yourself to your feet as fast as you can before anybody else can stand. In a rush, you say, “I don’t know, he might— Maybe he’s sick. I’ll go check on him.”

“Oh, gross, okay,” Chris says, immediately sitting back down. “You can do that, go ahead.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” Leota calls over her shoulder as you leave the room at as normal a pace as you can manage. You try to move like you would normally despite the fact that you’re still fucking soaking wet and literally just came.

You listen for Adrian, but you end up finding him by light, not by sound. There’s a dim yellow line under the closed bathroom door, so you knock on it.

“Adrian?” you ask, loudly enough that everyone in the living room can hear, too. “You okay? Can I come in?”

The door unlocks, then creaks open. You step in the slot he opens in the door, just big enough for you before he slams it shut again. His fumbling hand locks the door once more before he’s shoving you up against it, hands tearing at your jeans.

“I need you,” Adrian breathes hot into your throat. You may have just cum, but you can feel a second orgasm start to gather at those words, at the feeling of his teeth grazing your flesh. He muffles another moan in your skin, whining, so desperate for you he grabs at you again, pushing your underwear and his down in fumbling matching movements.

You’re leaning up into him, toes curling as you grapple for him, tearing his sweater up and off over his head. His glasses get stuck, and he pulls the whole thing off in a mess, glasses and sweater all ending up on the floor.

He shoves you up into the door again, getting close enough that he can see you without his glasses on. His hand slips down between you, and he takes your thigh in his hand, matching to the bruise he made earlier, hoisting you up so your leg is wrapped around him. He supports your weight with his strong arms, lines his cock up with your soaked, loose entrance, and pushes in in one smooth glide.

Adrian’s breathing speeds up exponentially, tiny whimpers and punched-out groans spilling out of his mouth as he lifts his head to kiss you again. When he fucks you into the door, it rattles in its frame.

Frustrated, Adrian draws you away from the door. Instead of using the door to support your weight, he just lifts you up off the ground, sitting you on the very edge of your sink counter.

Bracing one hand flat against the mirror on the wall behind you, Adrian tucks his face into your throat and starts fucking you in earnest again. Nothing rattles here; you’re held solidly between the shocking cold glass of the mirror and the granite beneath you, and the comparatively blazing heat of Adrian’s body. You seek that warmth, curling up into him, wrapping around him.

He wraps around you, too, holds you close with one arm, the other still holding the two of you up. He gets his own heel on the handle of the cabinet door beneath the sink, giving him a better angle to fuck deeper into you, and you’re filled so fully, so fucking deeply, that you swear you can feel him in the back of your fucking throat.

You groan, then sigh, so impossibly satisfied with the feeling and with the blaze of lust burning through you that it’s the only sound you can make. Adrian whimpers your name, dragging your face up to seal you in a sloppy kiss, wet, teeth, biting, swollen, his fingers threading into your hair, gripping hard.

Adrian says your name again, then again, and then he’s just making wordless sounds, incoherent as his orgasm finally comes for him. His hands both fly to hold you close, embracing you tight against his body as he fills you up, pumping his hips in erratic rhythm. The grind of his body in yours stimulates your clit, still wet and fucking throbbing, and you’re launched into your second orgasm like you’ve been shot on a rocket to the fucking moon, your stomach left somewhere behind you.

You throw your arms around him in turn, drawing him in for a kiss that could barely be called that, uncoordinated, messy. He mouths at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the space beneath your eye, the hinge of your jaw. His release floods you, pulse after pulse— until, finally, his hips stop, and he drops his face into the juncture of your throat and your shoulder, chest heaving, struggling to catch his breath.

Adrian swallows, then says, “Mo— Mother— Motherfucker, I fucking— I fucking—” He laughs breathlessly. “Oh, shit, they know, don’t they?”

“I don’t know,” you tell him. Your chest is heaving, too, and you let your head fall back until it meets the mirror, trust it to hold you up. “I tried to cover for you, but you fucking moaned. Out loud. During fucking Candyman—”

“It wasn’t because of Candyman this time,” Adrian hisses back at you.

For a moment, he just looks at you. Then, he snorts— And then, he’s laughing again, burying his face in your throat to muffle the sound of it. His shoulders shake, and you can’t help grinning, too, a laugh of your own bubbling up in response.

“I fucking love the shit out of you,” Adrian tells you. He kisses down the line of your jaw to your chin, then up to your nose. “Mm, fuck.”

You relish in his attention for a bit, basking for only a few moments more before you remember that this may be your apartment, but you do have guests in the other room— guests who are your friends, your pseudo-family, and who think Adrian is sick right now.

Still, they didn’t even pause the movie. Their loyalties clearly have limits, you think, amused.

“I want to fuck you again but I want to hang out with our friends,” Adrian complains. He’s frowning when you look up at him. His angle gives him a slight distance, and his eyes are a little unfocused on you without his glasses. “It’s hard being a normal fucking person. Why can’t I do both?”

“You just did,” you remind him. “Now you’ll have to pick your poison.”

Adrian nips at your lower lip before he says, “Brace yourself,” and pulls out.

You bite back a whimper of your own, clenching around nothing, missing the impossibly thick fullness of him inside of you.

“Aw,” Adrian says, and leans over you, reaching down with his already-slick hand to push a little bit of his cum back inside you. “Better?”

You bite as his lower lip this time. “Come out in, like, five minutes. I’ll tell them you just ate something bad earlier but you’re fine now.”

“Okay, yeah, perfect,” Adrian says. “It’s better that they just think I almost shit myself.”

He’s not even being sarcastic, which just makes you laugh. “Maybe I’ll just tell them you did shit yourself.”

“Leave me my last shred of dignity, please,” he says, before laughing. “Just kidding, I have zero fucking dignity. Tell them I shit out my mouth for all I care.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Adrian,” you laugh, shoving him away from you. You stand on shaky legs yourself, accepting the offer of his hand to balance when he holds it out. You consider cleaning yourself up, but you don’t really want to lose Adrian’s cum inside of you.

You just tug your underwear and jeans back up, refastening them. When you look up at Adrian, the tips of his ears are red, patches of color high on his cheeks.

“That’s so fucking nasty hot,” he tells you with delight. He drops down to kiss the joint of your jaw, biting a bruising kiss in there, sucking at your skin like he wants to tear you apart.

You have to forcibly separate the two of you, reminding, “Come out in five minutes, okay?”

Adrian snaps off a salute, and you leave him there, scurrying back to the living room. You feel flushed and sheepish, but not enough to regret it, as you return.

“Hey,” Leota whispers as you reclaim your seat. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, he just wasn’t feeling great,” you tell them. You look at the movie screen, trying to figure out where the fuck you are in the story. “He’s okay now, he’ll be back in a minute.”

Nobody responds to you. After a beat, you realize nobody’s responded, and you look around. Your eyes meet Emilia’s first, and she just feels— knowing.

“Yeah?” she asks. “He’s okay now?”

Chris snorts a poorly-muffled laugh. Heat instantly blazes across your face.

Adrian re-enters the room then— too early, you note— and declares, “I stopped shitting myself!” and Chris openly starts laughing.

“If that’s what you sound like when you shit yourself, I don’t want to know any more about you,” John tells him.

Adrian just stares at him for a moment before he laughs, too. “Economos, you and me, man. We have such a funny fucking thing.”

He bounds past him to jump up on the loveseat, unbothered. When he tugs you back into his side, you go, aware of the eyes on you.

Everyone does eventually slowly look away again. The movie’s still going, and you stare at the pictures moving on the screen as your heartbeat gradually slows down and your pulse returns to normal. Out of the corner of your eye, you do note when Chris shifts to sit on the ground with Emilia, too, a blanket over the both of them; you can’t help but wonder—

Adrian starts pulling a blanket over the two of you again, too, but Leota leans over and snatches it right off of you.

“Fuck no,” is all she says. She gives the blanket to John instead, who drops it on the floor without hesitation.

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@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav

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gabrieldrawsstuff · 3 years ago

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weirdly specific modern day au headcanons that i can't be assed to draw-

eren: tried setting an orphanage on fire once. showers twice a month and owns one pair of sweatpants. definitely ate toothpaste as a kid. doesn't wash his rice and eats it plain. has never been chill and never will. the only thing that keeps him functional is pure spite. does not trim his beard. burns his hands on a stove weekly

mikasa: once did a backflip off of a 4 story building. got banned from local taco bell for psychically maiming a cashier because they were rude to eren. probably goes to sleep with shoes on. voted most unhinged in highschool just because eren already had the most likely to go to jail title.

armin: i can see him getting hit by a car weekly. actually goes to a gym but unfortunately gains no muscle mass since his metabolism is faster than a goddamn jet. doxxes people on Twitter if they annoy him enough. if he feels an emotion he'll die. sleeps in a bathtub at the parties. he actually gets invited to every single one because it's impossible to not like him.

jean: probably into 80s fashion. did a super important presentation about ethical issues in a fashion industry and then added vine boom and fnaf ambience sound effects. constantly made to buy others alcohol because he looks over 21. develops carpal tunnel every so often.

connie: threw a toilet down a cliff. did cinnamon challenge in middle school and then had to go to a hospital. definitely owns a scooter that breaks his ankles whenever he rides it. has never given a fuck in his life unless something involves his mom and is not ashamed by it.

sasha: worked once for the mafia and only realized that two months after she was let go. havent touched make up in her life because her dad told her it would make her acne worse. threw a brick at a nazi. possibly did so twice. possibly did so near a cop and had to book it.

marco: pro police at some point in his life for sure. volunteered at a hospital despite the fact that all the children he took care of seemed to fucking despise him. is a designated driver even tho he cant drive. cartoonishly bad luck. has everyone's blood type memorized

reiner: says hi, goodnight and thank you to the bus driver. gets hurt often enough for nurses at the hospital to know his full name and address. definitely lifts with a suicide grip with some sad rapper songs blasting in his earphones at the gym. his apartment is invested with rats but he's chill with that

bertholdt: wears at least 4 layers of clothing at all times. once was made to read out his poetry in front of the whole class in elementary school and he still thinks about it at night. gets locked in collage library so often it gave him a key to the emergency exit. realized he's allergic to peanuts at 24 because he thought they were supposed to hurt his mouth like that.

annie: the girl with a knee brace at school. gets questioned by the police way too often for a person who never done anything illegal. used dish soap in the shower for solid 4 years of collage yet her hair was never greasy. doesn't have a favorite ice cream flavor but she pretends it's eggnog because armin thinks so. pirates every single movie she watches.

ymir: smells like an old lady's cat. has also tried setting an orphanage on fire once, but it was by an accident and in her defense the childern loved the fireworks. uses ridiculously bad fake ids yet never gets caught. shoplifts at target if she gets hungry, not because she doesn't have money but because she has a personal vendetta against target

historia: the most pathetic wet rag of a woman youve ever seen. uses colorful markers to decorate her notes at school. the only two emotions she has ever felt were rage and rage but slightly to the left. has a ridiculously famous shitpost account on twitter

pieck: gets like 2 hours of sleep a week. makes yeager bombs at 4 am yet never appears drunk. will and can do anything. there's nothing you can do to stop her. could probably kill the president of united states if she wanted and got a nap. she likes to take photos of clouds and has an entire folder for them in her phone

porco: really angry everytime he has to be responsible. makes funny faces at crying children in a bus yet he only makes them cry harder. can only speak one language, but learnt how to curse in at least 20. gets into IKEA bed displays. worked in food delivery at least once.

marcel: got stabbed in elementary school with a pen and still has a piece of it in his tigh. can move his ears and loves freaking out people with it. is lactose intolerant but drinks a gallon of milk a day and doesnt regret a thing. there's a rumor in the school he went to that he died for no reason.

zeke: would be friends with levi ngl they have the exact same dry humor. for some reason can do a flip. can play piano but in a way a person who was forced by their parents at a very young age to perfect an instrument can play.

levi: replies to texts by only typing ok or sending a thumbs up. have never send an email and never will. once felt a human emotion while stargazing with his friends and never recovered. appeared in a local cryptid sighting instagram page twice.

hange: gives themselves ivs if hangover. has glasses held together by a scotch tape and hot glue. missing at least two fingers due to accidents at work. jogs at night. probably got almost kidnapped as a child.

erwin: wakes up like a middle aged dad. gives himself pep talks in the mornings. once discovered a dead body in a public restroom and called the authorities only after he pissed. actually likes mcdonalds sprite. has never felt a touch of a woman and yes his mom counts too.

gabi: she would be way cooler if she had an internet access as a child. bit a homeless man unprovoked as a toddler and still tells this story as if it's something to be proud of. ate an entire stick of glue and was somehow fine.

falco: he's really sweet but talks about dinosaurs too much. when he grows up he drives over speed bumps as if he has extra lives. cries if a teacher is mean to him. is really good at table tennis to the point of concern and maybe even fear of his family and friends.

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icecreamkink · 4 years ago

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so i watched cobra kai all in two days and i have so many -

this show has so many cool and smart angles to it, but the same time.... its so stupid oh my god everyone is so dumb literally mr miyagi held all of the braincells in this whole universe

like i am but at the same time i am not surprised it was made like this, bc in hindsight of course there were hordes of ppl simping over johnny lawrence .... but it still amuses me that this is like... an Actual Official Thing

ok this will get long so cut it is

how much fun this cast has is super visible and i love it

i rly enjoy how the world was expanded ! i did grow up watching the karate kid movies, so watching how they progressed the world of the movies so organically was pretty cool. it rly feels like its the same universe

i fucking LOVE stories that are largely about a Thing. dancing ,skating, sports its just so thrilling to experience this all consuming relationship people can have with this type of activity? and martial arts are just that much more intense, so yeah, grown ass men kicking each other around at the lightest provocation and a war veteran caring so much abt teen karate is Ridiculous.... but i love it all because thats the intensity i find so thrilling

was kinda surprised with how much im missing mr. miyagi. first because, like everyone is so unhinged jesus christo, it just really throws into relief how much his character grounded the narrative of the movies. but also hes just a really great character

and on that note it rly Gets Me that the show itself aknowledges that and plays that into daniels angst and all the little ways they sorta weave myiagisms into the whole show........ im not getting emotional over this dumb karate dads show OK

related - i really miss hearing ‘daniel-san’ 🥺🥺

ACE DEGENERATE oh god oh no

they really went down the down and out johnny lawrence route huh. like i was always kinda bummed we see kreese choking him and then we never see him again in the movies, and while i love dumpster fire problematic trash himbo ck johnny, its like......................... actually really sad that his life turned out like this fjngn

everytime i hear ‘babes’ and ‘pussy’ i die a little inside. i know thats the point but i am a v cringe easy person, have mercy (ehe)

loved the way they are constantly drawing parallels between johnny and mr. myiagi of all people. hes the handy man of his building that has a bullied kid asking for help and eventually steps up to teach them karate, beats up a bunch of bullies for him, creates a friendship with said kid, estranged from family, drinks his sorrows away, surprisingly one of the least quick to anger characters (which says more about everyone else really but.... Well.), no schemes or ulterior motives hes just tryna vibe here.... oh and ofc magically heals miguel of is asthma apparently. the true disciple.. meanwhile daniel is his usual messy petty self even tho he wants to be mr myiagi so bad

also interesting about that is how miguels character is a parallel of both johnny and daniel at the same time

overall the parallels in ck are done really well, drawing comparisons and also subverting them constantly. theyre well thought out

THE PARALELOGRAMS

fr tho, the angle being explicitly the cycle of trauma and its effects and how trumatized adults in turn traumatize kids, maliciously or not, is so interesting

but! on the flip side of that, it feels like the writers are getting in their own way @ letting the characters grow. especially this last season. theres only so many times you can do "johnny and daniel are getting along but 5mins later they are (literally) fighting over some dumbass random issue" or "johnny puts in 20% of effort with robby and then gives up" before it gets on your nerves yknow?

i see daniel no longer talks like macchio ingested 15 shots of espresso before every take and idk how to feel about that tbh

interesting tension in daniel, as in, in tkk mr miyagi was there and daniel was frankly, kind of a lil shit, this messy petty spitfire hot tempered sassy kid,(johnny lawrence voice: just... stop being so annoying) but now hes the adult, and he wants to be mr. miyagi... but hes just not, and never will be to his very core and it shakes him and in a way hes trying to find who he is now that he sees himself in a position to be a not! cobra kai figure. i kinda really like that

plus how that relates to his cobra kai trauma. idk if the writers thought abt it Like That, i think so, but in any case, its interesting bc it seems like daniel has told everyone whod listen about johnny lawrence his Pretty Boy Karate Rival and high school and 84 cobra kai... But. no one seems to know what went on in 85 (or 86? idk) which was just so much worse

like ye og cobras were shitheads, but tkk iii is just two hours of daniel being emotionally and physically tortured.

like, the third movie is.............chaotic, to put it nicely, and many people ignore it, but the writers clearly didnt. daniels actions are, in a way, responding so much more to the events of tkk iii than to the first movie ie. johnny himself, AND. daniel doesnt rly seem to have dealt with that trauma? he never told sam? doesnt feel like hes ever told amanda? he doesnt even say terrys name out loud? freaks Out over kreese ? the way he reacts to robbys deceit? his FACE when he walks past the new "fear does not exist in this dojo" paint or kreeses photo? hmMm i sense Pain

his fashion tho........... disappointing. where are the flower shirts daniel huh we had one (1) shirt what a tragedy STOP WEARING SUITS ALL THE TIME . also the band ts/grunge bi are a look for johnny but part of me longs for the preppy lovable 80s bully chic johnny lawrence getups

weird that they never used that last moment of karate kid where johnny kinda... snaps out of his anger and hands daniel the trophy almost in tears. like “youre alright larusso, good match” “thanks a lot” that being their last direct interection seems like itd be perfect fruit for cobra kai but... they just dont. weird.

especially when, the FIRST SCENE they see each other, suposedly in 30+ years, the first thing to come out of daniels mouth is QUOTE "u still got those golden locks huh?" WHO SAYS SHIT LIKE THAT DANIEL FUCKING SAN

also amandas immediate reaction "your pretty boy rival?" like. can we talk about the fact that daniel had to have imparted to his wife the very important information that his high school bully/karate rival was like Really Cute and Fucking Hot Actually

the writers Knew exactly what they were doing and honestly.............. power to them

tkk director voice: and billy was just so cute

also I was thinking that daniel sounded strangely fond in that first scene, and i wonder if he developed a weird affection for johnny on the grounds that of all of his Karate Rivals johnny was actually the only one who didn’t actively tried to literally kill him

i was actually delightedly surprised with how great the chemistry between them is, like from the get go i am Invested. their rl friendship totally bleeds through and its fantastic

. granted, idiots enemies to lovers friends is my Thing so i am biased

johnny lawrence: i am down in the dumps, i fucked up my whole life and my sons probably, largely in light of the trauma that the father figure sensei and the philosophy of my karate inflicted on me and all my friends. u know what i should do, as a traumatized, unreliable mess of an adult? teach that same philosophy to some other kids! what could go wrong!

but really i enjoy the setup of it. i kinda like that i watched it late because, season 1 was johnny setting himself up for failure in a way and it was exciting to watch it all go to shit sjfn

Like. his heart might be in the right place, but theres just.... not a way to teach something like ‘strike hard, no mercy’ and not have it fuck up a kid

case and point: aisha, miguel and hawk become annoying as all hell over that bullshit in the end of s1, even before shit gets truly fucked up

billys subtle panicked eyes when he sees hawk and miguel fighting dirty in the all valley was SO GOOD especially in parallel with the panic that is so visible in his face in the movie when kreese tells bobby to injure daniel and in the sweep the leg scene

seen people question wether kreese should have returned and i absolutely think he needed to. johnny needed to realize that cobra kais fundamentals are flawed, at the root, beyond kreese himself being a toxic piece of shit

also who are we kidding? we are here to see the tkk characters play on new playgrounds!

i get what they're doing abt kreeses backstory, ( also. cobra kai. pq eles caem nas cobras djjs sorry) but did it need to take up that much time? feels like they couldve done it in half the run time and developed some other stories better

martin kove has such an evil eye. i love it

love that we get a good follow up to kreese breaks johnnys trophy and tries to CHOKE HIM in the parking lot, which happened in the movie and then....................... was never mentioned again

“the gang is all back together again” aaaa u piece of SHIT

also. terry silver is definetely appearing ha ha ha PAIN i cant wait

seen ppl say kreese was too much of a cartoon villain like..........................oh......... sweetie........... u dont even Know

interested how johnny will fit into that bc kreese was simping rly hard for johnny here. like i did not expect him to be so adamant to have him with cobra kai ... under his control, sure, but he really wants johnny by his side despite already having control of the dojo and how will terry silver self appointed jon kreeses forever simp going to feel abt that?

like bitchs dropping by every episode like ‘joooooohnny ..... come bacc to me joooonny......... this ur last warning! for real this time johnny! i wont say it again! watch me ! im leaving johnny! im rly leaving ! im dragging a chair” and johnny is just like. dont let the door hit ya bitch it was so funny pls

and on that subject oof, johnny! doesnt! Know! he doesnt get that side of daniels cobra kai trauma. and i kind of.............. cannot wait for ck 2021 johnny lawrence to meet terry silver like. what a shit show i need a front row seat and popcorn (imagine terry tries some greasy charm and johnny just roundhouse kicks him in the teeth bc he just doest Not Have the Patience for This. glorious)

feels like we, as a society, should acknowledge that cobra kai will never die................ bc their sense of design is just chefs kiss. their name is COBRA KAI. they have sexie sleeveless black gis. theyve sneks. colorful leather jackets with embroided naja insignia, the get ppl thru the aesthetics. evil geniuses

the flashback cuts : masterpiece behavior

the other takes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the differente angles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CLOSE UP ON JOHNNYS FACE AT THE KICK

that scene of daniel and johnny vibing to 80s music in the car. just. oh my god. the fan wish fullfilment. no thoughts head empty.

the new characters! theyre .... good. but. idk. i really like miguel (save for the annoying phase mid s1 - end s2) and amanda, who is a damn riot and has some functioning braincells, but everyone else is

like dont get me wrong, i dont hate anyone,its not a jane and rafael from jtv situation, and i am interested and invested in their arcs, but i wouldnt say i like Like them, as in, personality wise

like, sams grappling with ptsd was rly gutting and i enjoyed that plus her slight rage issues,

which nicely parallel torys rage issues. torys background is all over the place tho so im pretty on the fence abt her so far

robby deserves better in every way, and i like how smart and cunning and surprisingly sweet he is

hawk............... is there i guess,

demetri is annoying in the best way possible,

carmen is sweet but. i just feel like her character is blunted to make the johnny relationship easier. like when shes furious with him after miguels injury but then forgives him like an episode later? and then convinces him to fight for the tournament bc she had a karate epiphany off screen even tho she was always against it? meh. feels like with the plot thiccening she was swallowed and now shes like a crutch for johnny mora than anything, which is disappointing.

aisha was cool and im kinda mad she wasnt in s3, especially bc a storyline with her tory and sam was like RIGHT THERE , but also... cant say i was super super fond of her... doesnt feel like we ever spent enough time on her

moon the bi icon,

overall its a good cast but the main draw for me remains the og cast

the tory/sam miguel/robby Thing. enjoy how theyre Narrative Foils and i like how their stories were so dramatically entangled but oh god give me a break with the teenage love square for the love of god. if u gonna put us through that at least have the decency to not make it so straight

and honestly some sam/tory miguel/robby romantic tension would even make more sense. just saying!

also im not sure how i feel abt the cobra kai: red miyagi do: blue theyre going with since some of daniels most iconic looks in tkk are also red. like it was a color they (johnny and him) sorta shared. i get it, opposite but complementary but idk... a little too fire nation and water tribe for me .

and like the cobra kai kids are so funny abt it bc their outifts grow progressively more ridiculously coordinated. its like do they group chat every morning before leaving their houses?

robby still sticks out like that tho. he went thru an athleisure/daniel san tsleeves phase and now hes back in the bandts grunge, but his color scheme doesnt fully blend with the other cobra kais. hmmmm.

LOVED LOVED LOVED both the okinawa episode and the cobra kais easy rider episode just such good good heart aching fun

bobby is an icon. he was in tkk and he is now ck hope appears more and more

tommy is like the most iconic background character. all his lines, freaking gold then and now. sigh :(

the framing in the okinawa trip was so good everything was so good

i stand by the fact that kumiko was the love interest daniel had the most chemistry with and shes is overall such a joy to watch, loved to see her again, idola, fashion icon

also tkk ii is good u guys are just mean

also really enjoyed chozens role in the episode, his evolution; i love that they introduced the pressure points (ty lee the blueprint) and! the honk + karate! cousins! absolutely iconic

when kumiko reads mr miyagis letters........ oh my god, my eyes FILLED with tears, it was so heart wrenching :(( tamlyns delivery was so emotional and lovely and its so obvious everyone involved in ck has so much love and respect for pat morita and mr miyagi as character, and i adore that it exists like this electric current through the show

when we were watching i told my sister i thought that ali would be miguels big shot surgeon and ngl i am so disappointed that didnt happen. hire me cobra kai writers

also the johnny ali daniel amanda chemistry? off the charts

AND the sassy retconning of daniel and alis breakup! LMAO ‘I HOPE U DIDNT TELL MR MIYAGI IT WAS MY FAULT’ HFDJJGNKFKSD

i am preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty sure back injuries dont work like that but oke

daniel and johnny are so good together whenever, like they never actually help the kids or get shit done and end up fighting anyway but its just so much fun when theyre hanging

JOHNNY LAWRENCE AND DANIEL LARUSSO FIGHTING TOGETHER

daniels “plan” on how to get robby to juvie was so stupid. literally were u TRYING to make him hate you. dumbass

parents at those hearing rly brave for ppl that did not do ANYTHING as their kids got involved in a karate gang war until now

“bullshit i heard u were the real bully!” i mightve screeched

this s3 ending was SO DRAMATIC omg

everyone is such a MESS go to THERAPY u unhinged motherfckers

also im sorry but uh. a richass neighborhood in california doesnt have some type of neighborhood watch? the larussos rly dont have any security at all? neighbors wont hear the sound of a damn karate brawl happening next door??? also wasnt tory all like ooo i cant go to juvie, my mom yada yada yet shes always running around town getting into fights even at the rich girls house she was kicked out of school for fighting?? ? ?? ?? ? ? ? ?? ? ? girl??

stop destroying the larussos house, its so pretty :((((

sam finding her center looking at mr miyagis picture... uwu maybe

robby yelling ‘U ARE WEAAK’@ johnny \as he is easily blocking him is like.... so funny and so sad to me. sweetheart.

also i know it was meant as ‘oh johnny pushes him and HURTS HIM’ but it just looks like robby runs himself into the lockers and IM SO SORRY I FEEL SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO FUNNY

i like that he and tory are the cobra kai kids now. we need ppl we care abt there to not revert to a good vs evil schtick, and this is the most engaging it could be... tho it hurts that these kids cant catch a break

ah yes "lets bet some real shit on the result of this teen karate tournament bc that is always a great idea" is BACK

so daniel saves johnny from kreese..... maybe johnny will save him from terry 🧐

and dojos unite ohohoho. lets SEE how that’ll work out

miguels face of Despair when the ck defectors and the md kids are bickering like 'this is never gonna work' : gold

also. Johnny Lawrence is gonna learn some myiagi-do karate AHAAHSJAKDFH

ive been waiting for this moment all my lifeeee oh lawrd

final thoughts! there are def things i hope the writers will improve on the next season, but i am very excited for it either way AND i feel like it has made me enjoy the movies even more and that is a win for a reboot/sequel to me!!

#m.#did i procrastinate watching this since it came out and only watched it now bc my sister nagged me to when i said we should #watch karate kid over the holidays?#and then binged the whole thing in two days??#mayhaps and what abt it #cobra kai #the karate kid #its funn #y bc like karate kid is a Childhood movie but i wouldnt say #it was like particularly special for me?#like i wasnt in a fandom or anything #but now.#i might be invested #maybe #talvez

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thegremlincat · 5 years ago

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Art thief and over all horrible person

yesterday was interesting

so.two days ago this guy called Dunkadev-Doomkadev writes me a message on tumblr saying something along the lines of 'Brah, your art is great, imma art trade or request you' I told him thats very kind, but I only do paid art. what followed was litterally unreadable nonsense, like...keysmashing so bad I was convinced the guy tried to directly google translate Cyrillic or something. after he spammed for 5 minutes he ended his...I guess rant(?) with the exact same message he opened the conversation with. so mildly baffled I tried to figure out what the hell was going on, because while I thought that he might be a extremely bizarre bot that would not send links, I still did not want to insult him just in case he as in fact not capable of writing in english or...something. anyway, after several attempts and warnings, which all resulted in the same pattern, I finally blocked him and called it quits

now, yesterday I mention this whole thing to a friend. she told me that sounded familliar to what another artist experienced on twitter, and it was so spot on that we started investigating. Lo and behold, that individual I ran into was NightFlightVersel. some of you might know of him, he is...oof. I will get to that. Anyway, we sleuth further and this guy has thousands of accounts, all filled to the brim with stolen art,videos, etc (he claims its reposted, never links back to the artist tho) all of dragons and similar creatures. among those pieces also some of my art. so of course I get a little spicy, but you cannot talk to the guy, because you cant understand him. This is, as some of you might thought, deliberate. he can type fine, he just uses it to annoy you and also I am pretty sure as an 'alibi' /fake mental health issues, in case he gets in legal trouble (I know he has a form of autism, apparently, that does not excuse his behavior tho) so all one can really do is block and report him, which does nothing because the guy just creates new accounts, like a disgusting roach.

That is...not all tho. a longer version of what I am to type out can be read here (older journal, but a cohesive gathering of links and his...movements over the past couple of years) Quick warning, things go south really quick, and deal with disturbing adult topics, so if you'd rather not read it, stop here.

https://www.deviantart.com/…/NightFlightVersel-Stay-Away-Fr…

soo in short, this guy is really unhinged. He is a Zoophile that gets off on pictures of dragons and creatures .while disturbing in my opinion...not something that is directly harmful, (except for my brain) as long as its just fantasy creatures, BUT. its not just that. He said himself that he (allegedly) regularly sexually abuses his dog. Let that one sink in. I really really hope that was a sick joke. He also specifically targets young artists to rope into his weird art trade scheme (and of course never holds up to his end of the bargain) and asks them to draw porn for him. young as in...minors. he also made some really really creepy other moves on said minors. he uses his disability as a shield. he pops up every few years with the exact same behavior. he threatens to and actually leaks personal information of the people he does not like, including home addresses and phone numbers (doxxing), which makes him even more dangerous. He hacked at least one persons account to get more information before. He tries to blackmail people. He hangs around pages where there's mostly children and teenagers active...

I think you get the picture.

Now, police looked into him several times, but there is very little they can really do .I dont know why because doxxing is highly illegal as far as i know. Not sure about the dog situation, but again, maybe that was some messed up edgelord joke?

he is super slippery, but these are the accounts i could find he is currently using:

jardeemgramacho on instagram Dunkadev-Doomkadev on tumblr dunkadev (doomkadev) on behance dunkadev (doomkadev) on dailymotion dunkadev (doomkadev) on pinterest there are a lot more, but he gets banned/delets them and creates new accounts daily

we cant really do more than report and block him. so this is more of a PSA than anything really. very frustrating.

to anyone not wanting to read this entire thing: Some guy stole and posted some of my creature art. He also apparently faps to said art, abuses his dog, and preys on minors online. He is slippery as hell and no one can do much about him other than report him.

I...I have no words. And I know this sounds made up but its sadly real. Also have to live with the knowledge that some dude gets off on my art, but I guess thats the smallest of issues here. I want this year over, please..

#art thief #nightflight #dunkadev #dark #fuckhead #caution

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mckittyarts · 6 years ago

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hey guys sorry about the couple of days i wasn’t posting!! this thing took a little longer than i thought-- but yeah! i’ve seen other artists draw their own interpretations of all the incarnations of Links, and i finally decided to draw the versions i’ve made up together with a friend of mine all in one place! get a load of these fools

tumblr wouldn’t let me post these in rows without them getting super blurry so there’s gonna be closeups, headcanons, etc under the cut

Time (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask): - post-majora’s mask but he still has the scars from oot(dont ask me how idk either) - Really Fucked up. Very Strange Grandpa - despite actually having had the years to grow up this time he still acts like a kid - idk i can’t really describe him but he’s just been through so much stress his only remaining emotion is essentially just “:)” - he’s gone back to hyrule and is just kinda wandering around he got those two shoulder pads as a gift and they’re based off of the ones he has as a ghost - the gauntlets are redesigned golden gauntlets only because i forgot what they looked like - he’s missing his right eye from a wolfos and lost his finger when Ganon slapped his sword out of his hand also he has goron tattoos on his shoulders - headcanon that he’s Zelda’s twin brother but they just never were told about it

Sky (Skyward Sword): - he’s got Sleepy Bitch Disease - just wants to rest...... please let him Sleep For Once - he gets very snappy and Rude, especially when he’s tired but he’s pretty patient and sweet around people he’s fond of - headcanon that he has some form of asthma(because in game hes like constantly gasping for air) - after the events of his game hes just Tuckered Out and just wants to sleep for the rest of his life - i didn’t really give him any redesigns, just let him keep his skyloft outfit - his scars are from demise and ghirahim(jerks)

Twi (Twilight Princess): - COUNTRY BOYYYY I LOVE YOUU - furry boy go awooo - amazing with animals and kids but doesn’t really cope too well in social situations because he gets Nervous - GAY. I WONT ACCEPT ANY OTHER ANSWER - headcanon that he’s the direct descendant of Time - goes back to his Farming Ways after the War and just chills with the rest of Ordon village - most of his scars are from those stupid Ghost Rats but he also has some others from Ganondorf

Wild (Breath of the Wild): - ‘scuse me everyone certified ROWDY BOY comin through - he seems very normal from a distance but as soon as you get close to him you will realize that you just found a Raccoon - *sees anything* oh! yum! - really, really loves cooking and is actually really good at it even if his ingredients come from questionable locations - headcanon that along with every other memory he lost, he also forgot most of what was pressuring him before his Death and is now completely unhinged and will not stop for anyones social standards - he has a couple scars from being blasted by guardians but honestly most of his other ones are because he just really loves rolling down mountainsides

Warrior (Hyrule Warriors): - hh,,, Anxious boy :( - he just really wants approval and he damn well deserves it - when he first got appointed as the hero of whatever and got the master sword he was honestly starting to get a bit cocky - but then Cia Promptly ripped all of that confidence and Rude Boy Behaviour out of him and he became :( again - he could speak beforehand but he got an injury during the battles and is now rendered practically mute - has a couple major scars underneath his scarf/tunic but he managed to keep his face mostly unscathed somehow

Albi (A Link Between Worlds/Tri Force Heroes): - Shy,,,, doesnt like Attention - honestly just wants to be left alone but since he’ss the hero of whatever people just Gave Him Too Much Love - broke down and is now Fashionable - sometimes likes to sew or paint - headcanon that he’s colourblind(tritanopia) - those little marks on his skin are little “wall cracks” from merging too often - has a few scars but no important ones tbh

Minish (The Minish Cap): - small and Super Mad About It - he’s extremely quiet and only really ever talks if he’s mad or asked a question - and even then he says as few words as he can possibly muster - really dedicated blacksmith and is pretty good at his job despite his age - still hangs out with Zelda a whole lot theyre still Best Friends - the scar is from his fight with Vaati and he got an undershirt with a collar to hide it a bit because he feels a bit self conscious about it :(

Engi (Spirit Tracks): - BABY BOY. BABY - fuckin LOVES trains. he would Probably Die without them. still an engineer - completely polite and sweet, calls you sir and stutters a whole lot - also likes to fidget when he doesn’t have anything to do with his hands - secretly completely RIPPED and could probably break you in half if he just weren’t such a sweetheart - missing tooth from Byrne smacking him in the face with his Metal Hand and constantly has scratches but thats just cuz hes clumsy - headcanon that he’s the grandson of Wind - another headcanon that he can see ghosts since he was the only one who could see Zelda when she got absolutely annihilated

Wind (The Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass): - SHIP AHOY BITCHES - absolutely Stupid. goddamn Fool, complete and utter buffoon - tends to be a bit direct and a little too honest but as i said before. complete Dumbass - ADORES to tease and poke fun as long as no one gets hurt - swears like a sailor and IS a sailor. Its All Connected - has a crooked nose because SOMEONE launched him at a wall that one time. Also from that explosion that launched him into that other wall that other time - all his little jewelry things are treasures he found along the way

Alti (A Link To The Past/Oracle of Seasons/Ages/Link’s Awakening): - oof this boi has been through So Much - just so tired of this shit.......... wants a break already - has pink hair because nintendo cant convince me otherwise and also has black roots because that’s his hair colour in the gameboy games - still misses everyone from the wind fish’s dream :( also idk know if he ever came back from the ocean tbh - honestly i know jack shit about any of his games so,,, sorry my boy

Classic (The Legend of Zelda/The Adventure of Link): - the boy who started it all!!! god i love him so - honestly don’t really know much about him either,,, and honestly i dont think there is a lot to know the classic games are pretty plotless - but i like to imagine he’s like every Good Protagonist trope but none of the other links appreciate it a whole lot - “dont worry guys i believe we can do this! :)” cut to the whole group throwing trash at him - also gave him sectoral heterochromia to match the way his eyes look in the first game’s sprites

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zenniet · 5 years ago

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Could I request something about Brainstorm, Quark, and Femme!Bot!Reader? Like, Quark didn't die in war and he is at Lost Light and Brainstorm is still in love with him, but the Reader falls for Quark also and it starts a rivalry between Brainstorm and her to win over Quarks spark. While they compete they start to develop respect and feelings for each other, but they still love Quark, but now also each other! Soooo, Poly Relationship with these three cuties? Thank you, I love you! >3

This was never the way that you thought things would turn out. You had truly expected that things would end up with you finally winning over Quark's heart, but that didn't end up being the case. No, somehow, you'd grown rather attached to your rival, Brainstorm, as well. Something about his chaotic, almost unhinged charm had you you falling for him even though he was almost the complete opposite of Quark. While at first you hat thought the jet was petty and overdramatic at some times, downright unreasonable at others, your perception of his had changed over time as you got to know him more through your rivalry.

So things led to more thing, you finally putting out a heartfelt confession, only for Brainstorm to swoop in and confess too, and for Quark to give you a choice. He had said that he as tired of watching you both fight so much, and that he had caught you tow making googly eyes at each other, and that he had come to a conclusion. That all three of you should enter a relationship together. Of course, he had reasoned, you would all have to talk it over, but that was the only option he posed and if you had to do this to be with him, then so be it. Though, deep down, you knew from he start that you wouldn't mind being in a relationship with Brainstorm, as well.

And that lead you to now. Finally having the two handsome mechs in your berth room.

"So, ah, how do you want to, um... Proceed?" Quark asked, color tinting the corners of his cheeks in that way that you found absolutely irresistible. Experienced or not, Quark had this sort of innocent, shy energy about him, like the berth room wasn't exactly something he knew how to maneuver around. Brainstorm picked up on that too, and after a quick glance to you, he stepped forward to take the lead.

"You go up to the head of the berth," He guided Quark up into the berth, where the mech hopped up and positioned himself to sit where he was told to, leaning back against the wall behind him. His thighs squeezed together, and you couldn't help but steal a peek at his shut interface array behind his folded knees. Quark did notice you looking, and with his cheeks only blushing more deeply, he looked away and popped his valve panel for you to see. His plump valve lips were beautifully lined with teal biolight stripes going outwards, and his node glowed softly at the peak of the dark valve petals. You looked back up to his face, only to see him covering it. Before Brainstorm could, you stepped over to Quark and took one of his servos in your own, pressing a light kiss to his knuckles,

"You're beautiful," You sigh, smiling as he only got more flustered. You look to Brainstorm and see him give a quick nod, directing you. For lack of a better idea, you follow what he was suggesting and you sit between Quark's pedes, allowing your helm to sink down to his array, his legs spread for you. As your helm gets close though, just close enough for him to feel your venting in his lubricant-slick array, he fliches back and tries to close his legs again. You let him, and you right your position to sit up straight once more.

"S-sorry-! I- you- I just... You're both really amazing," Quark squeaked, going back to hid ebehind his servos, "I don't want to- to disappoint you."

You giggle, looking at the adorable scene in front of you, "Quark, not to make you sound dumb but-"

"-You're being really dumb," Brainstorm filled in while he filled the space behind you. "If you really don't want to take part, then I'm sure that Y/N and I can have fun on our own," He chuckled, kneeling behind you while his servos started to feel up your frame.

::You think we can get him hot an bothered enough to want to join?:: Brainstorm said over a private comm to you. You shoot back a 'yes' and lean back into him.

"Of course, 'Storm, maybe Quark can just join in another time." You hummed, your words falling into a light, airy sigh when Brainstorm discarded his mask so he could kiss and nip at your neck cabling. His soft lips press against your sensitive cables, leaving no real marks in their wake. His hot venting makes you shiver and lean further into his touch.

Slowly, one of his servos leaves your chest to dip down between your legs, and you gladly disengage your panels for him. Your spike twitches as he takes hold of it, giving it a few firm strokes before continuing even lower to your wet valve. His digits slide through your soft valve pleasts and you spread your legs for Quark to see. The view does not leave him unaffected, his half lidded optics, though almost abashedly hesitant, track Brainstorm's movements like an animal on a hunt.

"You sure you don't want to get a piece of this, Quark?" Brainstorm purred.

Looking away, his servo reaches down to his valve and, with two digits, he parts his glistening valve lips,

"Please," He whispers, "Can you... Have me?"

That's all you needed to hear.

You lean down to his exposed valve once again, glancing up and seeing him look away from your gaze. You don't force him to meet your optics. You dip your glossa into the plump, wet lips of his valve, giving nothing more than just a swipe of your tongue before pulling back to gauge. His legs tremble, his lips parted in a soft gasp. You dive back down.

It's only when you begin to work Quark's valve that you feel Brainstorm's servos on your aft, one occasionally moving to stroke a digit through your valve. You wiggle you hips for him, enticing him to continue what he'd started.

Sure enough, he does. The head of his spike parts your valve folds to swiftly push past your first ring of calipers.

Meanwhile your glossa laves against Quark's valve petals, sometimes darting up to his anterior node just so you could hear him squeak and gasp. Though his moans were restrained and he was too embarrassed to look at you, he rolled and canted hips with increasing fervor. His biolights flickers as his jumping charge stutters and shocks through his frame. You shutter your optics, focusing on the stretch of Brainstorm's spike inside of you and the taste if Quark's lubricant on your glossa. A cautious, nervous servo rests on your helm. Not guiding you, not forcing you, just resting there. You feel charge flit through the contact, tingling at the points where he touches you.

"Ah! Ah- nnh, Y/N..!" Quark whimpers, his gentle resting servo tensing to try to grip at your helm.

::Come on, sweetspark. Overload on my glossa.:: You urge. The flat of your glossa strokes over his anterior node and he moans out wantonly, thighs squeezing around your helm as his hips rock and hump your face, drawing out his climax. You feel the hot rush of fresh lubricant coating your lips, and the gentle vibrating sting of his charge through it.

As Quark's overload quiets down, you feel Brainstorm begin to pick up the pace. He bends over you and grabs your helm, holding it down against Quark's valve. You hear the lithe scientist yelp, thighs trembling around your helm as you moan against his valve. Every sound from you has the vibrations running through Quark's oversensitive petals, making him yelp and moan as his hips twitch, like he can't decide on whether to wriggle away or search for more of that feeling.

"Eat him out," Brainstorm purrs in your audio receptor, "Make him overload again."

You do as you're told, glossa going back to work on Quark's valve. You feel yourself getting close, Brainstorm, too, as his spike throbs inside of you.

With a crescendoing moan against Quark, you crest over your overload. Brainstorm doesn't stop his thrusting, slamming his spike into you until he overloads, too. The feeling of his transfluid flooding you is accompanied by the white hot rush of charge racing through you. Finally, as you're coming down, you feel Quark overload around you again, lubricant squirting and coating your lips and chin.

You lean back and lick your lips, admiring the way that Quark shivers and blushes before you. He slowly lowers his servos from his mouth and extends them to you and Brainstorm. You know this message. You take one of his servos and crawl up beside him, Brainstorm takes the other and does the same. Quark's frame is warm against yours and you lean in to kiss him. He reciprocates with no hesitation, tasting his own lubricant off of your lips.

This wasn't how you thought your little rivalry with Brainstorm would end, but you're more than happy with the outcome. Though, that doesn't mean that you aren't open for a little competition with the jet, every once in a while.

#Maccadam #Valveplug #Brainstorm #Quark #Bot reader #Reader insert #Idw

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abundantchewtoys · 6 years ago

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HS Epi: Meat, p8 reaction

It doesn't FEEL like it could already be time for the Masterpiece, but then, what else is there? Until now we've been switching back and forth between Earth C & John. Unless we now go see what post-retcon Terezi has been up to, I guess it might be time to witness the penultimate moment of Caliborn's ascension to Lord English, the last moment being when LE hatches from Doc Scratch.

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"> JOHN: Zap to your final destination.

Where the hell are you?

DAVE: where the hell are we DAVE: i cant see shit"

Welp it's time for this?? ... Unless John misfired and they're in the Furthest Ring, I'd think that they'd find Caliborn in his station on LOCAM. ... I don't suppose there's going to be an actual stage like in the Vine videos. :P If that were so, it appears someone killed the lights, though.

Maybe something prevents them from actually going to Caliborn, like they're missing a crucial artifact and they wouldn't be able to escape from LOCAM with John's powers to return to the same moment with another retcon. We know the juju almost instantaneously can absorb them. ... It'd be something if the events of the Masterpiece somehow preordained them into doing something first.

"JADE: shhh!

It’s dark. Not like “someone turned out the lights out” dark. More like “someone destroyed the concept of light at its very source” dark." I suppose that, in Caliborn's art, it would be "vantablack" dark due to the absence of a light source he never bothered to draw, but I doubt they just zapped into one of his scribbles he made after John beat him up.

Also, it's a good Light wasn't capitalized in that description. Though, to think about it, Void would look enormously black, wouldn't it? ... Did John zap them into the Void somehow??? It IS the place where Caliborn's soul was stuck for a very long time, after all, but that is after the Masterpiece took place.

"It’s a darkness that fills up your skull. Jake puts this more eloquently, as always:

JAKE: By golly it is indeed dark as fuck." A+ observation, Jake.

"ROXY: shoosh!!!" That makes two of the girls shooshing them. ... For a minute there I thought they recognized this void, until I remembered it was Game Over Roxy and post-retcon Jade that ended up meeting Calliope's ghost.

"Jade breaks off from the group. She moves through the air gracefully, ears twitching as she sniffs through space like a bloodhound. “There!” she exclaims, and points down. All the way down." Being a bit destracted by unformatted sentences uttered by one of the main characters, I'll be honest. But yeah, I suppose the Space and Void player are most qualified to navigate this... realm. Caliborn's version of the Veil, maybe? Since it would appear they're not alone here, after all.

"All the way down beneath you there is a light source. Gray, focused—like a spotlight, except that it’s folded over the curvature of the space beneath it. At the center of it stands teenage Lord English, all decked out in his ostentatious god tier jammies." ... Ah. Not a stage in the literal sense, but Caliborn did prepare a grand scene for this faceoff, in that he literally prepared the shittiest scene imagineable: none at all.

"Gamzee’s there too, for some unfathomably stupid reason. There’s a robot bunny chilling out on top of a chest, lookin’ cool and kicking its cute little bunny legs back and forth." Welp, that sure are the beings present for the Masterpiece. That was the chest Caliborn kept the juju in, hoh boy.

"You hope that neither of these unexpected dramatis personae will play a role in the coming battle, because it wouldn’t feel right whaling on either of them at this point." Of course they're going to stay irrelevant, what are you saying? :B

"Lord English is holding something that looks like... Lil Cal? It’s definitely Lil Cal" So, uh, John recognizes the puppet then? ... Well, granted, he did see baby Dirk/Bro with it on the meteor, and during the ten years since someone must've described the thing to him at one point.

", and Lord English is definitely waltzing around with it in his little spotlight in the middle of the nowhere, swinging the puppet around by both its floppy arms. Well, rather, he was waltzing around. He stopped the moment you looked at him." ... Pffff he wasn't even expecting them right then? He was just playing pretend with Cal for who knows how long.

"> Behold your adversary.

JOHN: ... CALIBORN: ..." No. No, we're not doing this again, are we? The epic frown off.

"JOHN: ... CALIBORN: ... JOHN: ... CALIBORN: ... JOHN: ... CALIBORN: ... JOHN: ... CALIBORN: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

What. The fuck. ... Does... Does Caliborn not recognize John because he's an adult???? Or... I mean... Timelines... Okay, yeah, Blaperile reminded me about something.

Caliborn in the Masterpiece didn't seem to recognize John. So. That could mean that. This. Is. Pre-retcon Caliborn.

Fucking Hells. Even if they get sucked into the juju...

That means. Lord English is pre-retcon Caliborn. But post-retcon Caliborn might be a seperate entity. That means he's an unknown quantifier, but that would mean Paradox Space is seriously screwed, right? A Caliborn not destined to become Lord English would be free to do whatever he pleased with his Lord of Time powers, and then all bets are off. Even if his pre-retcon self became the bane of endless universes, he was still limited, sanctioned by Paradox Space.

FYI, with pre-retcon & post-retcon, here I meant that I think that, this Caliborn never had John zapping into his room. But, now that I think about it some more... He would still have recognized John and the others from the consoles. (Hmm, unless the consoles only showed Caliborn images from B2, but I didn't think that was the case.) Meanwhile, I don't think the ghost of the Caliborn that Alternate Calliope 'ate' would be dressed in god tier jammies and be chilling with Lil' Seb and Gamzee...

"You simply refuse to answer his question. Instead, you do something so much better. Something that will make both his inevitable fate and your regard for his character incontrovertibly clear." Is it a punch in the face? Tell me it's a punch in the face. If this Caliborn turns out to be blameless in the rise of Lord English, the second hand embarassment will be palpable.

"> Give him a thumbs-down." Ah. Beatdown, imminent. :P

"Lord English drops the puppet. For a moment he looks shocked, maybe even a little afraid, but it passes quickly. He starts laughing." Wow, okay. I didn't think I was ready to consider liking the idea of a version of Caliborn that is more jerk-with-low-self-esteem, but, here I'm getting there.

"JOHN: uh. CALIBORN: NEVERMIND. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE." ... Oh, then scratch everything I just said. :P Guess the dorky theatrics finally gave it away, huh? Well, granted, Caliborn is a self-professed slow learner and been shown to be slow in the uptake in some regards.

"CALIBORN: IT WAS FORETOLD. BY THE MASTERPIECE I MADE. WHEN I WAS BUT A BOY." With Caliborn, it's never clear if he's just boasting or being sincere. It might be that 7 years passed for him in his session too, but if he had been 13 at the time he could be 20. Then again, if he was 11... He'd still count as a teenager.

"JOHN: what? CALIBORN: BE QUIET. CALIBORN: I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT YOU JUST INTERRUPTED A GROUNDBREAKING INTERPRETIVE ART PIECE. CALIBORN: IT WAS THE FIRST OF ITS KIND. PERFORMED ONLY ONCE. AND MADE MORE VALUABLE FOR ITS RARENESS. JOHN: wow. CALIBORN: I SAID SHUT UP. IT’S RUDE TO TALK THROUGH THE OVERTURE. CALIBORN: BUT DON’T WORRY. ALTHOUGH YOU MISSED MY VERY IMPORTANT DANCE DEMONSTRATION." ... Interpretive dance. His wickedness really knows no bounds!!! :mspa:

"CALIBORN: NOW YOU WILL PARTICIPATE IN SOMETHING EVEN MORE IMPORTANT." Welp. Caliborn has Fate on his side in this one. He knows what's coming! Guess we're left to see how straightforward everything will unfold now.

"The young Lord’s face begins to distort. The unhinging of his jaw reverberates in the empty space. He laughs through the remainder of his nefarious soliloquy, which he has possibly prepared in advance for this moment." I was thinking he'd start shooting lasers, but it would appear the rest of his 'soliloquy' may consist solely out of "HA. HA. HA." repeated ad nauseum.

"CALIBORN: BY NOW, SURELY MANY HAVE WITNESSED MY MASTERPIECE. CALIBORN: AS IT HAS CIRCULATED THROUGH THE BLACK VEINS. OF THE DARK WEB. CALIBORN: TRILLIONS HAVE WITNESSED ITS MAJESTY. HATERS AND FOOLS ALIKE." That might be a LITTLE bit overestimating it. :P Unless, of course, he's talking about all of the ghosts in the dreambubbles, rebubbling the memory ad infinitum. I'm reminded of Gamzee's rap, though, about the trillions being bled.

"CALIBORN: BUT NOW. THE TIME HAS COME. CALIBORN: FOR EVERYONE TO SHUT UP ABOUT HOW GREAT MY MASTERPIECE WAS. CALIBORN: AND THE TIME IS NOW AT HAND..." To see the truth or lack thereof in the masterpiece.

"CALIBORN: FOR YOU ALL TO *BECOME* MY MASTERPIECE!" ... Wow. Epic.

Okay, that was delivered perfectly.

If we weren't in the epilogues, I'd have expected an [S] page next.

Gotta say, for knowing how this will go in broad strokes, I'm glad at getting the finer details filled in.

So, Caliborn seemed to imply in his Masterpiece Jade still had her First Guardian powers. Guess this scene still takes place in the Green Sun's gaze then. I hope I'm forgiven for being confused. Post-canon takes place outside of it, but Caliborn's session was spawned in Universe C. So at some point, he fell back into the Green Sun's domain somehow. Maybe simply by Entering his session. He thusly entered canon, and gained quite a bit of relevance to Paradox Space.

"A young Lord stands on his stage. It just so happens that today, the thirteenth of April, 11111111111, is this boy's wriggling day. Though it was 18 sweeps ago he was given life, it is only today he will obtain ultimate power.

What will this young Lord do?"

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck liveblog #upd8 #reaction #spoiler alert #caliborn

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