#Yuriy/Boris

[pheleszev]

Borg 0 Wallpaper

[creanima]

Mayblade: 29. Selfie

- and an absolutely random, conversation snippet with Yuriy.

He was looking forward to his Bliny so much :‘( (looked up some random russian food that sounded cute. It‘s thin pancakes)

@Nesuki: 21:16 🤳🏼

[spaceseawitch-art]

Prequel to this that I had planned for 2023, but things happened

[niziye]

You see... I kind of forgot a liiiittle detail about this request (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

The draft had been in my gallery for so long that I only remembered this detail when I finished it and went to look at the request itself aaaa @pancakeswithmustard, I'm sorry, but that's all I have to offer at the moment ,_,

[nesuki]

Mayblade 2025 #19: Rain

A scene from my fanfiction Widerklänge.

@creanima 18:22

It's almost June the first. I tip my head to you! Congrats for winning our little challenge!

And wow! As you mentioned before We managed to produce 40 beyblade fanarts this month :D how cool is that!!

[firephoenixkai]

Now presenting: Team Borg Yuriy @nesuki Kai @creanima Boris @king-of-sharks Ivan @firephoenixkai Photographer: nishi.fotografie @ insta

[adailytea]

Mayblade 2025 - Unpopular character

"I SWEAR TO GOD SPENCER, IF THAT THING JUMPS ON ME-"

The thing in question had eight hairy legs, small round dark eyes, and a personal vendetta against the Blitzkrieg Boys. The most obnoxiously large tarantula in the universe had apparently taken a portal from Hell directly to their room and was now squatting on top of Seaborg’s launcher on the dining table as if demanding a place in the team and ready to win the regionals.

"It’s your fault for leaving the balcony’s doors open," Spencer barked back, sternness painted all over his face, broad back pressed against the wall. "It was just there when I came back from the bathroom."

Bryan had his bag held like a shield in front of him, his knees bent in an athletic stance. "I’m telling you. It looked at me. Direct eye contact."

"Stop yelling. It’s a spider, not a goddamn grenade," Tala snapped irritably. The redhead stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes narrowed as someone doing some complex calculation to weigh the pros and cons of setting the whole room on fire. His stoicism would have looked far more impressive if not for the fact that he had strategically positioned himself behind a chair. One he could throw if necessary.

Bryan scowled, glaring at the monster as if he could pulverize it with sheer power of will. "Just throw your shoe at it."

"And provoke it? Are you insane?" Spencer hissed with disbelief.

"Then we abandon the hotel and leave the launcher behind. Sacrifices must be made."

"This is ridiculous. Just trap it under something," the captain growled from his well defended corner, his patience wearing thin by the second.

Apparently fluent in Russian and now offended, the demon flexed its legs with the energy of a creature that knew full well it was on top of the food chain in this room. And that was enough to send a tall, blonde, highly trained man scrambling on top of the counter and the silver-eyed one bolting behind the couch. 

This stand-off has lasted over fifteen minutes now and still none of them dared to approach. 

"Enough. I'll handle it." Tala sighed deeply and finally moved.

Spencer gasped, horrified. "Don't, Tala. It's... hairy."

The wolf ignored him, curling his fingers like claws beside his hips and squaring his shoulders, marching towards the spider with the gait of a soldier on a mission. 

His intimidating figure loomed over the intruder. As two predators stared at each other, the shadows dancing on the wall grew darker and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. 

The arachnid reared up and raised its front legs menacingly.

“... Nope,” the boy sheathed his arms back into folding and backed away like someone who just realized they walked into the wrong bathroom. “On second thought, it’s your launcher. You take responsibility.”

Bryan let out a bark of scoff from behind the couch. “So much for our fearless leader.”

Three loud bangs echoed from the door. After sparing enough time for all ominous male activities to be halted or clothes to be properly put on, the door opened with enough force to produce a small gust of wind, revealing a very familiar blonde girl with big, round glasses and a scowl in the hallway.

“What’s with all the noise? Some of us are trying to finish lab reports,” she scolded loudly, deeply annoyed.

Bryan peeked from behind the couch to hurl her a death glare. “Who the hell are you, again?”

“Emily. From the All Starz,” she snarled between gritted teeth. “Tone down, or I will call the hotel security!”

“We’re in the middle of a siege,” Spencer explained helpfully, nodding at the hellspawn plotting on the table.

Emily looked at the spider, a small black thing coiled and poised, ready to strike. Then at the mess in the room. Then at the scattered, fully grown, functional, intimidating Russians whose fame, dark story and unfriendly behavior spread dread and fear amongst the Beyblade community and competitors.

A smug smile graced the corner of her lips.

“You,” she said slowly, savoring each word, “are afraid of a spider.”

Bryan jabbed a finger towards her. “That is not a spider. That’s a hellbeast! It has knees!”

She sighed. “You do realize that it’s literally a spider and not a tactical warhead, right?”

Tala huffed sharply, staring at her coldly from the corner of his eyes. “Please. Be our guest. Let’s see you try.”

“Men,” she scoffed and then marched towards the intruder with the full intellectual wrath of someone who had not only dissected insects in high school biology, but enjoyed it.

Then the spider leapt.

Chaos erupted. Spencer nearly fell off the counter trying to backpedal through the wall. Bryan screamed in some ancient language and hurled a pillow. Tala ducked so fast he temporarily lost Wi-Fi signal.

Emily caught the arachnid mid-air with godly reflexes. 

Silence.

“It’s a Brachypelma smithi,” she explained as she adjusted her glasses and investigated the spider, turning it around gently. “Common name: Mexican redknee tarantula. They’re docile.”

Bryan stared like he had just witnessed the birth of a new deity. “You’re insane!”

“I’m from the US. It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen crawling out of a hotel room.”

Tala narrowed his eyes, following the girl’s movements like a hawk as she turned and walked towards the door. “Where are you taking it?”

“The garden, obviously. I’m not gonna squash it, it’s endangered.” She looked over her shoulder with a sharp frown. “If I hear yelling again, I’m filing a formal complaint to the BBA.”

And with that, she left, slamming the door again for good measure. A frame fell from the wall and good, old, peaceful silence reigned in her wake.

Spencer sat up slowly, brushing dust off his hat. “...Did she just one-hand a tarantula mid-pounce?”

Bryan climbed back onto the couch, gloved hand on his chest after surviving such a near-death experience. “I think I’m in love.”

The captain waved irritably and turned to retreat to his bedroom. “We don’t talk about this, ever.”

“She touched my launcher,” Seaborg’s wielder grunted.

...

Twelve hours later, a deafening screech shook all the furniture in this very same hotel room.

Tala growled audibly, slamming his laptop shut as if it had betrayed him and then rubbing his temples, giving up any further attempt to focus. “What now?!”

“FLYING COCKROACH!” Bryan yelled from the bathroom.

“That’s it, we are moving hotels.” He turned to Spencer, murder glowing in his eyes. “...Call that girl.”

[maukiki1]

Smile back :)

[beytrash]

Blitzkrieg Boys @ the gym

Boss serving

Boys vibing

I’M SO SORRY AGAINNNN

[animemangasoul]

Ivan: Do you think they'll find the body buried in our backyard too?

[Watching the police raid their next door neighbours]

Kai:.....

Kai: You have a body buried in your backyard?

[Watching through the same window over Ivan's head]

Yuriy [from the sofa]: Your yapping is how they're going to find out Vanya, so shut up.

Sergei: I told you we should have carried it to a secondary location.

Boris [trying and failing to add more sugar to Sergei's waffle batter]: Ain't nobody willing to lug that man all the way across town. He's fine where he is!

Kai:.....

Kai: I have a lawyer on retainer. Just call me when you inevitably get caught.

[needfornostalgia]

Kais scary dog privilege (but they can’t scare Takao completely off)

Im no cosplayer and my cosplayer friends do not care for beyblade so I have to work with what I have.

[pheleszev]

Neo Borg Picrew

[creanima]

Mayblade: 1. Dawn & 30. Dusk

No matter what - I got you

@Nesuki: 22:17 🌆

You could do a headstand now, OR here‘s the flipped one:

[spaceseawitch-art]

I originally didn't think I would remake these [link1] [link2] [link3] from BAMM 2016 in digital, because I liked how they looked in traditional. But when I first got a spot in an artist alley in my country, I got the great idea to make beyblade stickers, so I did and also added Takao and Max to complete the main character line (although I didn't print Ming2 nor Borya, because I wasn't sure if people would recognize them, but I still digitalized them)

Turns out most people don't remember Beyblade anymore here :'v lmao, or never saw it, so they didn't sell that well, but I like how they look anyway

(I'd sell them overseas, but I have no clue how to do that from here in the middle of LatAm, especially with current global events lol)

[miyaoto72]

[nesuki]

Mayblade 2025 #16: Purple

@creanima 14:18 😌