#at a muay thai class!! for the first time!

[immortalsins]

wahoo i think i have a friend

[dndbidisaster]

Sometimes when i can't focus at work and it's close to the end of my hours, i listen to slutty audios at a really low volume. somehow this helps me focus (and also gets me hard and restless)

[bumblingbee1]

Fucking hell, I finally managed to get the schedule right!! 😭😭

[baeddel]

when i was a child i liked combat sports; i took martial arts classes (i forget which form) and i competed in fencing. i had to stop when i went to highschool because we didn't have time for it anymore. after leaving highschool i met a girl who did boxing and i planned to go and sign up at her gym to learn it with her, but i became too ill and it never happened. still, it had reignited my interest in combat sports and i would talk about it with people. i told one guy that i liked the look of Muay Thai; he expressed a common view, which was that martial arts like this sucked, because they were impractical in a real fight. he liked Krav Maga because it was real.

[long-ish post about fighting]

and i always objected to that kind of thinking! look here: it's true that much of the game which is played on the mat is produced by the restrictions placed on combatants. even in a very permissive sport like MMA, the great importance of ground fighting to that sport is produced by the restriction on fish-hooks and head kicks. thus, you can say that even these fights 'aren't real' in some sense. but how often are you ever going to be in a fight where you're willing to rip the other guy's cheek out, gouge out his eyes and so forth? Krav Maga was first developed for Jews to defend themselves from anti-semitic mobs in the 1930s. i know that some of you have certainly been in fights like that; but not all fights are that existentially serious. even in fights where there is such a high level of emnity there are often factors which restrain the fight from becoming an existential one. if you live somewhere that fascists are embedded and you blind one of theirs in a fight you might expect retribution; likewise you would be guilty of a felony and might get in real trouble. apprehensions like this might stay your hand—and already you are engaging in a kind of combat which is to some extent governed by extra-martial rules that produce a to some extent artificial situation.

of course, some martial arts will be more useful to know in the kind of combat games you are likely to play even so, and Muay Thai has not suddenly become more useful than Krav Maga on the basis of what i said. but i think that it is common to 1. underestimate the usefulness of even highly artifical combat sports, like fencing, and 2. overstate the utility of various 'self-defence' techniques, especially blinding, because the artificial, rules-governed nature of real fights is forgotten.

on point one, i would always credit my fencing experience with my success at fighting in highschool. i would sometimes even adopt the pose—one hand back, foot pointed forward—and people would (jokingly) say, 'it's [her] style! [she's] the fencer!' this part was not really useful; these fights were between friends and featured no emnity; we wanted to entertain the crowd, so there was a certain amount of kayfabe. but we were teenagers and behaved badly; once blows began we really hurt each other, and i even sent a few kids to the hospital (one with a concussion and the other with a wounded leg). plus, secret feelings of jealousy and resentment could be awakened during the course of the fight, so more emnity was felt as the fight grew more serious. what i thought really helped me from all the fencing matches was simply the sparring experience. when another living person attacks you without relenting, watches your movements for openings, and tries to stop whatever you do to them, it's difficult not to be overwhelmed and confused. being able to keep a level head, comprehend the situation and make decisions in the moment gave me an advantage over less experienced friends.

on the second point, i had older male friends who gave me a lot of advice that i can now recognize was plainly bad advice. for example, a girl i had a crush on had an older brother who always gave me and her other friends a hard time. i hated him so much i wanted to do something about him. so my friend told me that when fighting a larger and stronger opponent, i should do this... and this... a lot of techniques that had i really gone and done it would have left him permanently blind and disfigured. how do you think my crush would have felt if i went and did all that to her brother? these 'real' street fighting techniques were not useful in a real fight—a fight with stakes proportional to my real situation. when i did end up in situations with existential stakes (you know the stories) these techniques did nothing for me, since i would be alone against multiple attackers, or the other guy had frightening connections, or there was an asymmetry of power (who teaches 'defense against a guy in a car'?). in all cases the only wothwhile advice i ever got was this: you cannot run away in high heels.

similarly, when we had our low-stakes fights at school, the crowd would call out for me to punch the other guy in the face, or to kick him when he was down. afterwards they were disappointed that i didn't 'really go for him.' all this kind of talk really got to me; i would be standing there, facing my opponent and saying to myself, 'do it! do it!' in the end i never punched anyone in the face or tried any kind of dirty fighting at all. for this i hated myself so much. i was furious with myself; i would sit down and be angry at myself for a long time. i considered myself a coward and a weakling because i wouldn't go 'all in.' i didn't 'have the guts.' actually, what i felt was compassion for another person, and it was not a contemptable restraint at all. what was i trying to do—what was i trying to become? i think this is a way you can be misled by the discourse around 'real fighting.'

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

2 year 'Hiatus'

(long post/rambling)

Hello everyone! The day's finally come for me to start my 2-year hiatus.

I'll be starting school tomorrow, July 1st, from 8am - 5pm Mon-Fri. (Full time). So there won't be many opportunities for me to keep constantly posting here all the time.

I want to personally thank you all for welcoming me into the Street Fighter fandom and for taking the time out of your day to interact with my blog.

I never thought I would become a fanfic writer again after so many years of not writing and to meet so many of you throughout my stay here.

With my first fic, Mount, I was nervous about people not caring about it and for it to be lost in the Street Fighter algorithm because I joined the fandom so late. (March 2024). And originally, I planned to make that my only fanfic and call it a day. But after I got my first comment I was over the moon.

Then slowly I had people liking and following this side blog where I dumped all my random reblogs on. And that's when I realized, there were people still out there loving these characters as much as I did despite the slow traction on the street fighter dash.

So that's when I decided to make this random side blog into a SF6 fanfic blog.

I started to write strictly Bosch x Reader's in the beginning because he was the reason why I joined this space in the first place. Then I wrote for Luke, then Poison, then Ed, then Jamie, then at last Chun-Li. I learned to love characters that I first didn't give a second thought about and I learned more info. about some SF characters I wasn't aware of before.

Then my blog went from 0 followers to 38! Holy smokes, 38 people really cared enough to follow and read my ramblings? That's crazy. I never even expected to have 1 follower much less 38.

My favorite part about writing for this fandom was interacting with everyone in the comment section/reblogs. I enjoy talking to you all and writing silly blurbs whenever we get too into the hcs. Really, it makes my day better when I see people commenting and giving love to my works.

And to be 100% honest with you all, I was originally going to start including a lot more X Fem!Reader Inserts because I am a Cis Woman who never wrote for any other genders but Fem! ones. But seeing how little fanfics there were, I thought it would be unfair for me to exclude the other side of the SF6 fandom that wouldn't be able to enjoy any reader inserts because of their gender.

So I'm glad I didn't go that route because I got to find ways to be more inclusive in my writings without mentioning the reader's Skin/Gender/Appearance in any of them and to keep them gender-neutral.

And as a reminder, this blog is the first time for me to write this way, so if you guys think that some of my works sound Fem! based please tell me so I could fix it. Because the last thing I want is for people to tell me I'm more biased for my female audience.

I don't know If you guys knew this, but it kinda broke my heart when I found out I was accepted to this school. Granted, I've been trying to get in for 4 years.

But I honestly didn't think I would've gotten in this year because I thought I bombed my 5-panel interview with the school and they only accepted the top 25 people in my area.

I even started to make plans to work a full-time job somewhere else, take Muay Thai classes, write more fics, and give up on my dreams of ever becoming an X-ray tech. But then I got a phone call on my birthday saying I made it in!

I was overwhelmed with happiness for all my efforts getting into this school after so long. I felt like I was running behind all my peers who already graduated and got their careers started compared to me. But now I get to finally start mine and do what I've always wanted to do and to help people.

Then, I was hit with a wave of sadness because I barely dipped my toes into the Street Fighter fandom and now I'm already leaving. All my ideas for future fics, including the ones rotting in my drafts, may never see the light of day. I was really sad for everything to come to an abrupt end for something that barely even started.

What's going to happen to this blog?

To be frank with you all, I still REALLY want to post SF fics but I know that it probably won't be possible with my schedule for the next 2 years.

I do get a 1-2 week break every 3 months for my school so y'all might see something pop up in the SF6 feed every once in a while. I’ll mostly be writing on my terms and I won’t be answering anyone’s asks. But it's not guaranteed you will.

Plus, I bought the game, so it's not like I'm just gonna drop SF6 out of my life completely. I'll post things here and there that are not fics and maybe tiny drabbles in my free time but it's still up in the air if I will. You'll see me being active on here but not in the same way that you usually do.

Now that I'm transitioning to going to school full-time, I'm nervous about what's to come out of everything, since I've been looking forward to this day since I graduated high school.

I also want to thank you all for sending your requests in. They helped me learn where my writing was strongest and where I needed to improve.

I tried to get through all of your asks as best as I could but I believe there are 2 left in my inbox as of now. I’m sorry I wasn’t the best at being consistent and I hope to get those out as soon as I can.

Thank you all again, for making my time here memorable and I hope to keep posting more SF6 content in the future.

And please continue to support other fanfic writers in the Street Fighter fandom like:

@ruthlesscore

@chqolan

@randobisexual

@luvlyycy

@cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme

@scarletcoral13

@rosewood-writes-and-reviews

[pedroscurls]

chance encounters | pt. 2

character(s): we got all the Triple Frontier boys in this chapter (obvi except Tom). Benny Miller, Will "Ironhead" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Frankie "Catfish" Morales, fem!Reader summary: Days blend together and it's become three months since you started training with Benny, and you use fighting and training as a distraction from your grief. It's when you're alone when things become too much. Luckily, Benny books you your first fight and your mind remains focused on winning (rather than dealing with the loss of your best friend). word count: 4.1k a/n: While I do train muay thai/kickboxing, I don't think I'd ever be able to fight (even when sparring in class I'm always so nervous lol), anyway... I hope you guys enjoy. We're going to delve deeper into Reader's grief in the next upcoming chapters and a certain someone might be able to help... warnings: grief (and Reader doing a poorly job at coping with the loss), violence - it's Reader's first fight!, mutual pining between Frankie and Reader series masterlist | ultimate masterlist

It had been three months. Three months since you started training with Benny at his gym. Three months since you started fighting again. 

But that also meant it had been a total of six months since you lost your best friend. They say that days get better, that they get easier, but why does it feel like you haven’t gotten any better at all? You’re stuck in this same pattern where the only joy and excitement you feel is when you step foot into Benny’s gym. When your glove hits the heavy bag. When your leg connects with the pads that Benny holds. But as soon as you leave, you’re back to square one. 

Every morning and every night, you lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling as your mind refuses to shut off. You’re afraid to close your eyes because when you do, all you see is your best friend. You can hear his laugh. You can see his smile. You can imagine him here. 

And you hate it. You hate it because when you do open your eyes, you’re back to reality. You won’t ever be able to hear his laugh or his voice again. You won’t ever be able to see him smile or have him physically here with you. 

All he is now is just a memory, haunting you day and night. 

Benny has been so patient with you and you had gotten to know more about the three men you saw three months ago. The other blue-eyed man turned out to be his older brother, Will. He was quiet and reserved, but just like Benny, whenever he smiled, you felt a sense of comfort and security. 

Then, there was Santiago… or Santi, he liked to say. He was just as outgoing as Benny was and he certainly wasn’t afraid to let you know how attractive he thought you were. It was meant to be a compliment and it would have usually made you blush and smile, but instead, it just earned him a curt nod before you walked past him to start training with Benny. Since then, though, Santiago had always tried to make you smile or laugh and there had been a few times where he succeeded, but as soon as the smile touched your lips or the laugh escaped you, you shut down. It didn’t feel right being happy. 

And lastly, there was Frankie. He was just as quiet and reserved as Will was, but there was something about him that was soft and welcoming. You couldn’t explain it. In fact, he was the only one you hadn’t really spoken to. He liked to keep to himself, but there were certain gestures or actions that made you feel safe with him. He would hand you your duffle bag when you were getting ready to go home, give you a towel when you were drenched in sweat, and he even went so far to order food one night when you had mumbled that you hadn’t eaten all day. 

Today, just like any other day, you step into Benny’s gym. Music is quietly playing and you see all four men wrestling on the mats. It didn’t seem like they were taking it seriously and you can hear their laughter echo the walls of the gym. It makes your heart flutter for a moment because even in the midst of your own grief, these four men managed to sneak into your life and begin to make a home. In fact, you couldn’t even begin to imagine life without them. You knew your best friend would have gotten along with them just fine, especially Benny. And it pains you because your best friend isn’t here to enjoy this with you. 

“Oh, hey!” Santiago calls out, finally being overpowered by Benny as he lands on his back with a thud. “We were just messing around.” 

“And I won,” Benny grins, climbing off of Santiago and standing up. 

“You’re like thirty pounds heavier than I am. Of course you won.” Santiago rolls his eyes, but lets out a chuckle. 

“It’s all about technique,” Benny winks. “Anyway, I thought I had you scheduled to start in an hour.” He says to you. 

“Right,” you sigh. “I just figured I could come in early and hit the bag. If that’s okay?” 

“You sure you won’t be tired?” Will says, sitting up as he and Frankie both try to catch their breaths. “You’re always training. Are you getting any rest?” 

“Trying,” you admit quietly. 

Frankie’s eyes soften immediately. Since the moment he saw you, he could see the sadness in your eyes, the void that is now left within you after finding out that you had lost your best friend. Loss was something he and the rest of the guys were all too familiar with, especially with being in their line of service, but that didn’t make it any easier. Frankie had numbed his grief and his pain with drugs and alcohol that it got to a point where he almost lost everything, he almost lost himself and it was his friends that brought him back to life. It wasn’t easy, but without them, he knew he wouldn’t have made it. 

“Well, we’ll get out of your way. Go ahead and warm up,” Benny says. He and the rest of the guys stand up to give you space on the mat and Frankie is the last one to brush past you. He hears you let out a shaky breath and for a moment he pauses, stands right next to you. 

“Hey, are you–” he quietly begins. 

“Gotta train,” you interrupt, moving past him. 

Frankie sighs and nods, following the rest of the guys towards Benny’s office in the back. Once inside, Benny hands him a bottle of water and sits down on the couch along the wall, glancing over at the door every so often. 

“What’s up, Fish?” Santiago asks, arching a brow. 

“I don’t think she’s okay,” Frankie points out. 

“I’d have to agree with you there,” Benny says. “But if she doesn’t want to share, then we can’t force her. We all know what that’s like. You especially, Fish.” 

Frankie tightens his jaw, running a hand through his unruly curls. “She’s struggling. You guys saw me struggle and still forced me to–”

“That’s because we have history, hermano,” Santiago interrupts. “We’ve only known her for a few months. We can’t just– We can’t just insert ourselves in her life when she’s made it clear that we’re all just… Acquaintances?” 

“I was going to surprise her, think maybe it’ll cheer her up, but I booked her first fight for this Friday.” Benny says. “I think we’re all more than just acquaintances, but it’s her grief and we can’t push her on it.”

Will nods. “We all grieve differently. We all know this. Just give her time. If she wants to talk, she’ll reach out to one of us.” 

“And how are you sure?” Frankie asks.

Santiago, Will, and Benny all share a look with each other before they turn their attention to Frankie. They can all visibly see the concern in his features and it’s only then that they realize that’s probably something more to this. 

“Okay, what’s really going on, Frankie?” Santiago asks. 

“Nothing,” Frankie waves off. “I’m just– We’ve all been in her shoes and we had each other to get us through it.”

“You like her,” Benny slowly grins. “You’ve barely talked to her and you like her.”

“Oh, shut up. I barely know her.” 

Will chuckles. “But you like her?” 

“I’m just trying to be nice, okay?” Frankie sighs. “It’s nothing like that.” 

“You like her,” Santiago chuckles. “To be honest though, she does stare at you a little longer than everyone else.”

Frankie rolls his eyes. “Okay, you know what, I’m leaving.”

“But wait,” Benny chuckles. “You gonna say bye to her?” 

Frankie’s jaw tightens and he playfully punches Benny’s arm, shaking his head. “You guys are assholes.”

“But you love us,” Santiago grins.

“Debatable,” he mumbles. “I just think… Maybe it’d be nice if we got her some flowers or cake or a card? I don’t fuckin’ know.”

“She doesn’t seem like the flowers kind of girl and she can’t have cake.” Benny says. “A card might be a good start," he teases. 

“Great, you’ll be in charge of that, Fish,” Santiago winks. 

“Bye,” Frankie says with a shake of his head as he leaves Benny’s office. He walks down the hallway and hears the sounds of the bag and exhaled breaths. He sees you hitting the bag with such speed and precision; Benny was right. You did have potential to become a legitimate fighter. Frankie enjoys watching you train because you’re so dialed in, so focused that everything around you just seems to disappear. Just like it is now, you’re light on your feet, bouncing on your toes as you deliver punches and hooks to the bag, finishing with a knee or a high kick. It’s impressive. You’re impressive. 

He doesn’t stay long, doesn’t notice the way that your shoulders sag forward when the round ends. It’s almost like your body reminds you of the grief that encompasses your entire being. To be honest, fighting was a way for you to distract yourself from the grief and loss of your best friend. You’re not dealing with your grief. Instead, you’re pushing it as far back as you can, trying to focus on other things because you know that if you put your attention on the fact that your best friend died, you won’t be able to pull yourself out of it. 

—

Friday rolls around and you’re in the locker room, warming up. It’s your first fight and Benny seems more nervous than you are. Your hands are already wrapped and you’re shadowboxing to keep your muscles warm, bouncing on your toes and switching stances from orthodox to southpaw. Frankie, Will, and Santiago enter the locker room just a few minutes before your fight begins. 

“We wanna wish you luck,” Will says, pulling you into a gentle hug. “We know you’re gonna do great.”

“Thank you, Will.” 

Santiago looks at you and smiles. “Make sure this pretty face doesn’t get beat up, yeah?” 

You roll your eyes, the corner of your lips lifting just slightly. “You never quit, do you?” 

Santiago chuckles. “With you? Never.” He winks. 

Frankie then walks towards you. He’s wearing his Standard Heating Oil cap as usual and he lets a small smile line his lips. “Be safe, okay, hermosa?” 

Hermosa. The pet name slips and Frankie bites his lower lip. The tops of his ears begin to burn, turning red in slight embarrassment. He brings a hand to rub the back of his neck and even you are taken by surprise by the pet name. It brings a sense of warmth in the pit of your belly though and instead of waiting for Frankie to pull you into a hug, you wrap your arms around him and let out a shaky exhale. With Frankie, it’s almost like he can tell what you’re feeling, can read how you’re doing, and right now, Frankie’s arms tighten just enough around you that makes you feel safe, that makes you feel like things are going to be okay. 

“Alright, my little warrior,” Benny grins. “Let’s get out there.”

My little warrior. There’s an immediate shift in you and you pull away from Frankie immediately. He goes to say something, but he notices the look on your face, the distance in your eyes. You’re no longer here with him, with them, and he knows that your mind is elsewhere. 

But he can also see the way your eyes glaze over with unshed tears, threatening to spill out. Instead, you take a deep breath and put in your mouth guard, allowing Benny to slide on your gloves.

You’re walking out of the locker room and down the hallway, eyes focused straight ahead of you as the four men remain behind you. You’re supposed to feel excited, thrilled for your first fight, but all you can think about is your best friend and how he wasn’t there to be able to watch you. You clench your hands into fists, your gloves tightening around your hands and you shake your arms loose, seeing the octagon as the crowd cheers and boos. 

The cutman inspects you, making sure that you have your mouthguard in and your gloves tight and secure. Afterwards, the cutman then spreads petroleum jelly across your face - your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, your forehead, your chin. They are the most common areas to be hit so the petroleum jelly is to help prevent cuts and tears from the impact that you’re sure you’re about to take in this fight. 

Once the cutman finishes, you turn to Benny and he pulls you into a tight hug. You’re closest to him, especially with him being your coach, but he hasn’t yet known your full story yet. “Stay focused,” he says, pulling away. “You got this.” 

You nod and gently tap his chest with your gloves before you turn to see Will, Santiago, and Frankie flash you a thumbs up from their seats in the front. You enter the octagon and let out a deep breath, your opponent staring down at you with narrowed eyes. You feel the nerves settle in, leaning back against the cage of the octagon as the announcer begins to announce your opponent’s name and her current record. You’re obviously the underdog, with this being your first fight, no one in the crowd (except for Benny and the rest of the guys) believe you can win. 

“The Warrior!” you hear the announcer exclaim and immediately, you feel a shift within you. All you can do is focus on the woman on the other end of the octagon, eyes staring straight into her and the rest of the crowd disappears. The referee calls the both of you into the middle of the ring and you step forward, shifting between your feet as you keep your eyes solely on the woman in front of you. 

“Are we clear?” the referee says after having told you both the rules. You both nod and you reach out to touch her gloves, but she just rolls her eyes and steps away, not bothering to give you the respect you had given her. 

You both move back to your corner of the ring and within seconds, the bell rings to signal the start of the first round. You move closer to the middle of the ring, seeing her do the same as you keep your hands close to your face. She delivers several low kicks that take you a while to check, your leading leg beginning to throb in pain. 

“Check those kicks!” You hear Benny yell from your corner of the octagon. It’s taking you a while to get the groove of things, still bouncing on your toes. You notice the woman has a habit of dropping her hands every time she kicks you and you know that you just need to time it right. 

Your leg is beginning to bruise and it’s becoming a bit difficult to stand on it, so you switch stances to southpaw, keeping most of your weight on your right leg now. 

“Come on!” 

“Just end the fight already!” 

“She’s not even that good!” 

You can hear the crowd and it only fuels you even further. You try to remember Benny’s training, try to remember your best friend’s teachings, and they both had told you to be patient. The right moment will present itself. 

There’s fifteen seconds left in the first round and so far, you know you’re losing. You’ve only thrown a few punches that haven’t landed. You can hear Benny screaming, begging for you to just do something instead of standing there and taking the hits that you don’t need to take. 

The woman puts more pressure and backs you into the corner of the octagon. She clinches her hands around your neck, pulling you close enough to deliver a knee to your abdomen. It hits you straight in your core, knocking the wind out of you that you drop to your knees, falling backwards just as soon as the round ends. 

You stand up slowly, walking towards your corner and sit on the seat that Benny sets down for you. You’re breathing heavily and it hurts, dripping with sweat as your abdomen begins to bruise and throb in addition to your left leg. 

“You’re losing,” Benny says, lifting the bottle of water to your lips to give you a gulp. “You said you wanted this. You said you wanted to fight. What the hell is goin’ on?!”

You shake your head, tightening your jaw as you keep your eyes straight ahead, focused on the other woman and her team. 

“Those kicks–” you begin. “I’m sorry, Benny. I’ll do better. I’ll finish it in this round.”

“That’s a bit presumptuous.” 

You stand up from the seat, even with twenty seconds of rest left. “She drops her hands when she delivers a kick, Benny. I’m trying to find an opening.” 

“You’re gonna get your ass kicked just waiting for something to happen. Be proactive. You know you’re fast. You know you’ve got the power. I know you can win this fight. Do you?”

You nod and look up at Benny. “Yes, I do.”

“Then fuckin’ win!” 

The referee waves in your direction, signaling that the next round is about to begin. Benny looks down at you and his eyes soften for a moment. 

“You can do this,” he says. “Believe in yourself.” 

You nod and begin to bounce on your toes, the pain you’re feeling taking a backseat as you stare at the other woman with a tightened jaw and narrowed eyes. 

Then, the bell rings and the second round begins. 

The other woman rushes towards you and you use your footwork to easily move away from her punches. You see her leg begin to lift and her hands drop. This is your moment. You deliver a quick jab that connects with her face and she stumbles backward. It isn’t enough to drop her, so you push forward. 

“There you go!” Benny exclaims. “Just a 1-2! She felt that!” 

You remain focused, delivering just a simple 1-2 punch that continues to connect with her face. You step back to give you enough space to deliver a high kick to her right side, seeing her drop her hands to block the kick which gives you an opening to deliver a hard left hook across her chin. 

You put as much strength as you could behind the hook, hearing the sound of your glove connecting with her chin echo throughout the building. She falls immediately on her back and you quickly scramble to mount her. Her arms cover her face as you just begin to ground and pound, delivering hammer fists to her face. 

Then, you feel the referee come between the both of you, waving his hands in the air to stop the fight. 

You won. Holy shit, you won! 

Benny runs inside of the octagon and lifts you up, cheering and laughing. “You did it!” The rest of the guys rush inside as well, staring at you with excited eyes and grins. 

The other woman finally stands up and the referee holds each of your wrists, waiting for the announcer to announce you as the winner. Once your hand is raised in the air, you feel tears threatening to spill over. The other woman comes to you and reaches out to give you a one-armed hug. 

“Great job,” she says. “That was a great fight.” 

“I’m sure my leg is gonna hurt like hell for the next few days,” you say with a slight smile. 

The other woman chuckles and nods, turning around to walk out of the octagon with her team. 

You turn around and look at Benny, Will, Santiago, and Frankie. Seeing them stare at you with smiles finally makes the dam break and tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. Benny’s the first one to pull you into a hug, holding you so tight that it provides the comfort you didn’t know you needed. 

“Your best friend would be proud,” he whispers and it only makes you cry even harder. He and the rest of the guys lead you out of the octagon, hearing the applause and cheers from the crowd as you begin to make your way back to the locker room.

—

After your fight - and after freshening up and taking a shower - you meet the guys at the local bar that they normally frequent. You’re limping slightly, the bruise on your left leg a painful reminder of the leg kicks you endured during the fight. With each breath, you feel your side twinge with pain from the knee your opponent delivered at the end of the first round. 

You keep your hair down and past your shoulders, dressed in a black slip dress that reaches past your knees and sandals. You’re glad that your face didn’t take much damage, but you’re sure that your body is going to be in a lot more pain tomorrow. 

Tonight, you feel like you can celebrate… But also because you didn’t want to be alone. 

Stepping into the bar, you see the four men in a booth in the corner and they spot you immediately. Their eyes slightly widen at the sight of you and you can’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, your cheeks heating up at the way they’re looking at you. 

“You clean up nice,” Benny chuckles. 

“I’m not in spandex shorts and a shirt, drenched in sweat,” you tease, sliding into the booth next to Frankie. 

“You look great,” Frankie blurts out. 

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say quietly, looking over at him. 

Santiago, Will, and Benny look between the both of you and arch a brow before the three of them stand up to walk towards the bar. “First round will be on me,” Will says. “What can we get for you?” 

“Glass of white wine, please,” you answer. 

When the three of them leave, there’s an uncomfortable and awkward silence that fills the air between you and Frankie. He scoots closer to the inside of the booth to give you some space and he lifts the glass of beer to his lips. 

“You were great out there tonight,” he finally says. 

“I got my ass handed to me in the first round.”

Frankie chuckles. “But you didn’t give up and you came back in the second round.”

“Guess you can call it luck.”

“It wasn’t luck.” 

You shrug and look down at your hands. “I just saw an opening and took it.” 

“You work hard and it paid off,” Frankie says. 

“Trying to,” you mumble. “It’s been hard.” 

Frankie leans forward, elbows resting on the table as he looks over at you. “Benny mentioned your best friend…” he begins quietly, eyeing you to make sure that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. When he realizes you weren’t going to stop him and change the subject, he continues. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. 

Even six months later, that phrase still frustrates you. Even though it’s meant as a way to offer condolences, it’s never brought you any comfort. 

“Yeah,” you shrug. 

“I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s fine,” you interrupt. “I try not to think about it, about him.” 

Frankie nods. “You know, all four of us are prior military. Special Forces.”

“Really?” you ask, brows arching. You didn’t know that, but it does explain how close and tight knit they are. 

Frankie nods again. “We lost one of our buddies a couple of years ago. There used to be five of us and now,” he sighs. “Anyway, I just– If you ever need anyone to talk to, we’re all willing to listen.” 

“You ever get through it?” You ask. “It’s been six months and I feel… Stuck.”

Frankie shrugs. “You just learn how to deal with it. Learn how to live life without them.”

“But what if you can’t?” you say quietly. “What if you aren’t sure how to deal with it? How to live life without them? Then what?”

Frankie sighs. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Would your best friend want you to move forward? Would he want you to be happy?” 

“I don’t know. I can’t ask him.” You sigh quietly and gently reach out to rest a hand on Frankie’s arm, feeling the muscles flex underneath your fingertips. “I’m sorry. I don’t–”

“Don’t worry about it,” Frankie says softly, reaching over to rest a hand over your own. “We all deal with it in our own way. I hope you know, though, that we’re all here for you.” He looks into your eyes, staring deeply. “I’m here for you.” 

[buckevantommy]

what do you think is a sport that buck and tommy could discover/fall in love with together? i love the idea of tommy sharing the things he loves with buck, and i hope that buck will also share what he loves with tommy. but the idea of them trying out things that they have both never done before together? chef's kiss

ooo.. i think buck would be chock-full of baseball facts because it's been around forever so there's a lot of history in it. maybe he wasn't into it as a sport at first but then he goes on a research binge because of a museum trip with chris or a documentary he watched with tommy or a call they got at a field, so tommy takes him to a real game.

and tommy appreciates the skill of athletes in most sports but he's also quite physical himself: he plays basketball regularly, does muay thai in his garage and with folks at the gym, he prefers running outdoors to running on a treadmill.

buck has no intention of rejoining the first responder basketball game but sometimes he'll drive tommy or pick him up and cheer from the sidelines. tommy tries teaching buck muay thai but they always end up in a compromising position. they both spend a lot of time working out but it's mostly on-shift; sometimes they'll hit the gym together or do a session in tommy's garage. abseiling is a cakewalk for buck but rockclimbing is new and exciting so they go with some of tommy's friends/coworkers/folks whose lives he saved. tommy does yoga for meditation and buck used to do it for flexibility (and sex) so they go to a couple classes but with their schedules it's tough to keep a regular thing.

they go on runs together, and hike for fitness and fun. they go bowling. their flying lessons become a thing. and they love adventure dates.

anyway: the baseball game is just a midseason nothing special game and tommy spends most of it absolutely smitten with how excited buck is to be there and all his commentary and factoids.

(and when the jumbotron lands on them - because buck is wearing a cap and comically oversized foam finger or something - he lights up grinning and waving and tommy is just grinning at him like he's the fucking sun itself, and buck turns to him and looks at his lips and tommy leans forward and buck meets him and they kiss in front of a stadium full of people)

[moonbeam-dragon]

More Rescue Bots Incorrect Quotes (Yes it's mostly the Burns siblings)

Salvage: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

Blurr, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Blades: Hello HighTide, made anyone cry today?

HighTide: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

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Blurr: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Heatwave: Oh no.

Blurr: More like "oh yes!"

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(What I imagine their first meeting looked like)

Quickshadow: State your name, rank, and intention.

Blurr: Blurr, Blurr, fun.

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Graham, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Cody, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Dani, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Kade, appalled: Call the exorcist.

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*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Cody: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Kade: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Dani: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Graham: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Dani: *flips the board*

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Chase: Hey Blades.

Blades: *punches Chase in the stomach*

Chase: What the fuck?!

Blades: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

Chase: What the fuck are you talking about?

Blades: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now.

Boulder: See ya! *leaves*

Chase: I'm not pregnant!

Blades: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes.

Chase: I was never pregnant, Blades!

Blades: Are... you sure?

Chase: Yes I'm fucking sure!

Heatwave: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

Blades: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and—

Heatwave: *punches Chase in the stomach*

Chase: AW, MOTHERFU--

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Graham: I’ll be famous one day, but for now I’m stuck in this house with a bunch of morons.

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Kade: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer.

Dani: Why are we so fucking awesome?

Kade: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

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Kade: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Graham: Yes. Absolutely.

Kade: When?

Graham: When you're right.

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Cody: Slash gamemode creative.

Graham: Bro, this isn't Minecra-

Cody: *starts levitating*

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Graham: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Cody: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.

Kade: Well then whose is it?

Cody, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

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Graham: You're violent.

Dani: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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Heatwave: Die.

Boulder: Please don't die!

Heatwave: DIE!

Heatwave: PLEASE DON'T DIE!

Graham, confused: Why are they yelling at a plant?

Kade, watching while eating popcorn: They bought it together and Boulder wants Heatwave to accept it as their kid.

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Dani: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Cody: But are you shuffling?

Dani: Everyday.

Graham: What language are you two speaking??

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Graham, watching Kade and Dani fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Cody, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Graham: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Kade: Cody.

Dani: Cody.

Cody: Me.

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Charlie: Cody, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Cody: Ooh, someone's in trouble.

Kade, Dani, and Graham: ...

Cody: It's me. I don't know why I did that.

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Dani: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Kade: The final boss.

Graham: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right

Dani: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

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Kade: Some people say that I have a god complex. I’d like to think that I’m a complex god.

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Cody: We need to distract these guys.

Kade: Leave it to me.

Kade: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Dani & Graham: *immediately begin arguing*

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Dani: Which country has the most birds?

Dani: Portu-geese!

Kade: That's a language.

Dani: Portu-gull?

Kade: Good recovery.

Cody: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Graham, taking off his glasses to rub his face: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Graham: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Dani: I don't know how to do that.

Kade: I don't wear a watch.

Cody, staring at his pocket watch: Time is a construct.

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Dani: It’s time to turn this into a real business.

Cody: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?

Kade: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?

Graham: I handle our accounting.

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Cody: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

[eddiestightywhities]

MORE THAN SEVEN SENTENCES MONDAY

tagged yesterday by pookies @inell and @kitteneddiediaz for seven sentence sunday, so here i am a day late with this silliness xp

this is more from my spanish-speaking pining jealous!eddie fic where our fave babygirl is currently partaking in a bit of internal tommy-bashing—DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS CONCEPT. anyways, he honestly doesn't hate the guy in this story... apart from when he thinks about tommy and buck together, and then he really, really does lol

WARNINGS: self-loathing, mild disassociation and self-harm via digging fingernails into skin (kinda sounds heavier than it is imo).

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Buck is currently not single.

Buck is dating. Buck is dating another firefighter. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man who is not Eddie.

Buck’s dating Tommy. Yeah, Tommy fucking Kinard.

Tommy Kinard, the LAFD Air Operations pilot who used to be in the army just like Eddie. Tommy Kinard, who flew him and Eddie to Vegas to watch a live Muay Thai match because they both love Muay Thai. Tommy Kinard, who is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games in the same way that Eddie is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games. Tommy Kinard, who Buck was so desperate to get close to that he practically crippled Eddie to make it happen. Tommy Kinard, who is now well on his likely smug way to becoming Buck's Significant Other—hell, Eddie would be smug if it were him.

Eddie would like to know what exactly it is Tommy has that Eddie doesn't (his sanity, probably).

The only reason he isn't here is because he's on shift, gracias joder. And the reason Eddie is thanking fuck for the fortuitous timing of events is because he's not sure what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had joined them this evening. Actually, no—no, that's an outright lie. Eddie would have bailed if Tommy had come over; Tommy always comes over when he can and Eddie just doesn't think he can take seeing him and Buck together anymore. In fact, he thinks he'd rather chew off his own arm. Although he's almost started wishing Pilot Boy had made an appearance tonight, just so Eddie could feign a migraine and be allowed to go home alone and be the Unhinged Depressive Loser that he is in peace.

Only vaguely aware of entering the daydream-like space just to the left of fully present—where the Bad Decisions part of his mind seems to travel to whenever these kinds of feelings surface—Eddie's only partially registering the unhealthy half-moon shapes forming in the heels of his palms from where short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin.

He's left wondering when exactly it was that he started internally referring to his buddy, Tommy, as Pilot Boy. Actually, he isn't all that clear on whether the term ‘buddy’ can even be used any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed and Eddie stopped hearing from Mr I Fly A Helicopter Because I Am So Much Cooler Than You. And sure, the most likely reason for that is the way Eddie kept brushing the guy off as though he were an unwanted piece of lint on the lapel of Eddie's suit jacket, like the first class asshole Eddie can be when he wants to. Tommy probably gave up the ghost roundabout the same time Eddie stopped sending texts altogether a fortnight-ish ago. But honestly, it's whatever. Because Eddie just cannot find it in himself to give a single shit about whatever buddyship may or may not have been about to blossom between him and the person still in his phone contacts as T-Dawg—not when the sneaky fuck went and stole away his Buck.

Ask Eddie if he cares about how childish he's being.

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tagging, play or nay: @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @eddiegettingshot @mazzystar24 @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck

[immortalsins]

going boxing for the first time in months (at a new place, with my brother) and i wish i was normal i wish i could chill and enjoy my day without getting stressed over absolutely nothing

[kaphzzz]

What do you headcanon Charles and Arthur if they played any sport? 🤔

Arthur gives me the vibes of someone who would be good in sports like baseball or rugby, while Charles would fit perfectly as an archer. 🤔

oh interesting!! i actually did give this quite some thought before, so here goes:

so this is the first of many sports i think they'd be good at, i think they'd both be very skilled martial arts practitioners, kind of an obvious choice hehe. i think they're probably both the type to dabble in a bit of everything, though i think arthur is more of a mixed martial arts guy, probably some muay thai and even krav maga too. charles i think is more just boxing? he's more of a keep a steady stance kinda guy i think, very sure in the steadiness of his lower body. i do imagine them trying jiu jitsu but they'd absolutely not be able to pair up and stay focused (wink wonk). i like to think charles coaches boxing part time at like a big gym that has its own boxing studio and arthur often tags along to his classes to be his partner for demonstration and help him go around teaching the students (as an unofficial TA) and then after class they stay behind for some personal training paired with each other and work out 🥺 and of course his classes are always fully booked

and also you're totally right i can totally see arthur doing some impact heavy sport like rugby or hockey, he'd be so good at those. charles i actually dont really see him wanting to get involved in any team sport, hes too antisocial (?) for that, though probably some friendly team sporting with friends he can enjoy. and yes he of course would be a brilliant archer. i think it suits him a lot too, just himself with his thoughts and arrows. arthur would definitely be a frequent gun range visitor, i dont think he'd hunt for sport tho? idk, i think he'd rather not harm nature if he can help it. speaking of nature, they absolutely hike and go out into the woods or mountains and go camping and exploring. just for fun tho, not like serious hiking or anything.

i also think they'd both be the type to love the beach a lot, i think they'd both know how to surf and like it quite a bit, not too fanatical tho. some beach volleyball once in a while 🥺 and of course they'd go horse riding often, if they dont own their own ranch out in the countryside they'd definitely own horses they can take out of stables and go riding together. imagine winter riding or riding along the beach, on my bucket list for sure. but also in general i think they'd both just be a natural in any sport they play, the young ones in the gang probably hang out often and they'd absolutely dominate regardless if it's basketball or football or frisbee or whatever honestly. they're just both such physically adept dudes.

and thats pretty much it? i dont really see them as an athlete in anything outside of the martial arts if we're talking professional tbh but they'd just be good at anything.

anyway, i have a charthur in the gym with boxing gear render planned heehee

[evilpenguinrika]

Hosie Fankids: 2nd Iteration

I love making fankids I can't help it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This could be considered an AU to my main canon Hosie Fankids. Like, don't get me wrong. I LOVE how much I've developed Lana, Hayley, Jay, and Leo and I will continue to write their stories. But I also like the idea of exploring other avenues for my Hosie fankids, and that being "what if Hope and Josie only had twin boys instead". So ta-da, the 2nd iteration of my Hosie fankids that exists in their own little universe away from my main Hosie fankids canon.

You can read the first iteration Hosie fankids here

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(note: Josie was the one who carried the twins!

second note: i'll try and see if I can't find some time and spoons to do a quick character design sketch for the 2nd iteration Hosie fankids as well!

edit: now with pictures!)

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Elijah “Eli” Lukas Mikaelson (15) is the son of Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman, and the twin brother of Auggie. He takes after his Mom Hope because he’s more aloof and builds up heavy walls between him and anyone who is not family. He keeps to himself and prefers to observe other people than interact with them. He tends to go lone wolf a lot, doing his own thing and never bothers to let anyone know what he’s doing.

Eli is fiercely protective of his family to the point of it being near possessive. He hates when unfamiliar people interact with his family because he’s scared they will hurt the people he cares about. He’s also overbearingly protective with it comes to Auggie and his relationships because his twin wears his heart on his sleeve and willingly gives it away to whoever he’s with–which makes it easy for Auggie to be heartbroken. He hates seeing his twin brother hurt all the time, so anytime Auggie’s with someone new, Eli will hover around his twin or secretly threaten his brother’s new beau to treat him right or else.

The forest is his favourite place to go when he wants to clear his head and be attuned to his senses. He loves the smell of the woods and the way the soil dips beneath his weight. Eli especially loves going to the forest after it rains because the smell of wet soil always grounds him when he becomes too overwhelmed and oversensitive to things happening around him. Eli is also a huge bookworm and loves getting lost in the stories he reads. He dreamed of becoming a fantasy author when he was younger and has written a few stories–mostly short stories–and has entered them in a couple of story contests and won a couple of them.

Eli is a Tribrid, just like his Mom Hope. He’s not great at magic but he’s also not terrible, though he will sometimes avoid using it if possible. Eli feels more comfortable with his werewolf abilities despite having never activated his curse yet. Eli doesn’t have plans to actively do that since it does mean he has to take a life. He’s content if he never activates his curse or not.

Aside from that, Eli is a pretty good fighter from being trained by both his Mom and Grandpa Alaric. Eli has even taken a few martial classes after school. His fighting style is a mix of MMA, Kickboxing, Kung Fu, and Muay Thai. He can also fight with weapons, but he prefers not to because they often get in the way when he’s in the zone of battle, preferring to use his body as a weapon than anything else.

When he and Auggie were ten, Eli got kidnapped by a group of people who were after their Mom. They were trying to grab both twins, but Eli used magic to shield Auggie away so he ended up being the only hostage. Eli did his best to fight back and survive until his Mom and Momma found him. This event affected him badly and it’s the main reason why he’s distrustful of other people and so possessively protective of his family.

He and Auggie are aware of the Merge and are trying their best not to think about it–they’ve mostly compartmentalized it until they need to worry about it. Their Mom Hope and Momma Josie have been doing their best to figure out a way to stop the Merge without either of them becoming a Heretic or vampire.

[Physical description: 5’9” short dark chestnut brown hair and blue eyes]

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Augustus “Auggie” Joseph Mikaelson (15) is the son of Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman, and the twin brother of Eli. Auggie is more gregarious and the life of the party. He’s popular with everyone in school, not because of who his family is, but just because he’s an all-around awesome guy. He’s also a bit of a mischievous goof and loves a good prank or two. But other than that, Auggie is always the guy people go to when they need help.

Auggie is protective of his family, especially his twin, and always does his best to include Eli in anything even though he knows Eli will turn him down. He’s always worried about Eli because of how recluse he can get. But he also knows it’s because his twin prefers to be alone or with familiar people, and that’s fine! Auggie appreciates Eli a lot and will do whatever to protect him because of all the times Eli has comforted him after every heartbreak, Auggie feels like he owes it to Eli to give back.

He’s a huge nerd. The biggest, dorkiest nerd in existence. Auggie is in the school’s LARP and tabletop RPG club. He’s mostly the DM because he likes to be the one who tells the story and watches his club members have fun. He’s also in the theatre club but as crew. Despite being so beloved and enjoying the attention, he loves being the one who supports others a lot more. He finds way more joy in letting others shine through than taking their spotlight.

Auggie is a Tribrid, just like his Mom Hope, and a Siphoner like his Momma Josie. He loves magic, loves using magic, and loves being a Siphoner because it allows him to challenge himself. He will carry a manageable supply of small trinkets with magical essence stored inside so he can siphon if he finds himself in battle and is alone. He has an affinity for Elemental magic and Ancestral magic. Auggie avoids using Dark Magic if possible, mainly because he’s scared about what will happen to him if he does. When he has no choice and uses Dark Magic, he will secretly put all the negative side effects into a small coin that his Great-Aunt Freya gave him. Nobody knows about this except Eli. He has no plans on triggering his werewolf curse as he doesn’t like the idea of taking a life to do so, nor does he have plans to become a Heretic.

He’s not great at hand-to-hand combat, not like his twin brother, though his werewolf abilities do help him with his quick reflexes. But overall, he prefers to be long-distance when he’s in battle so he can have time to think about alternatives or find exits he can go to if he feels like he’s unable to win.

When he and Eli were ten, Auggie watched Eli be kidnapped by a group of people who were after their Mom. They were trying to grab both twins but Eli used magic to shield Auggie away from danger. Auggie was so distraught that when he ran back to his Mom and Momma for help, he was completely inconsolable. He had to be looked after at his Aunt Lizzie, Uncle MG and Uncle Ethan’s place while his Mom and Momma went to save Eli. When they came back with his twin in tow, Auggie refused to leave Eli’s side. This event is the reason why Auggie feels like he has to pay his twin back for protecting him.

He and Eli are aware of the Merge and are trying their best not to think about it–they’ve mostly compartmentalized it until they need to worry about it. Their Mom Hope and Momma Josie have been doing their best to figure out a way to stop the Merge without either of them becoming a Heretic or vampire.

[Physical description: 5’6.5”, shaggy cinnamon brown hair and brown eyes]

[absol-and-wolfy]

[Okita was walking around feeling much better from his battle and then noticed a phone on a table and a picture of someone who looked like Nicola, slowly connected the dots and rushed to find Nicola with the phone in hand. Wolfy noticed Okita running, wondering why. Then follow him.]

(With Nicola and Gondol in his lab helping him with something.)

Nicola: Hey Gondol, can you move that switch down.

Gondol: Sure.

[Gondol was about to move a switch but stopped by someone entering the room.]

Okita: No, no, no, no, no, no, no-.

Nikola: Hey Okita.

[Okita started to run to Nikola and punch him in the stomach.]

Nikola: Ugh.

Okita: Ha.

Nikola: What the FUCK.

Okita: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this.

[He shows him the picture of his "son".]

Okita: You're too young. You're too beautiful.

Nikola: What the FUCK are you talking about?

Okita: I'm talking about the baby you had inside your belly.

[Nikola looks at Okita shaken up, Gondal is confused, Wolfy, Beelzubud, and Skalmold enter the lab because they heard someone scream in pain.]

Nikola: I was never pregnant and also males can't be pregnant.

Okita: Well, not after that punch, you're not. I've been taking Muay Thai classes.

Nikola: I was never pregrant, Okita.

Okita: Are you sure?

Nikola: Yes I'm FUCKING sure!

[Beelzebub walked between Okita and Nikola]

Beelzebub: I'm sorry, but why the FUCK is everyone yelling over here?

Okita: Oh, I found this picture resembling Nikola and-.

[Beelzebub punched Nikola's stomach.]

Nikola: Oh mother FUCKER.

Wolfy: Why is everyone punching Mr. Nikola's stomach?

Okita: Oh because I found this phone, I think it is called and there is someone that looks like Nikola.

Wolfy: What phone and picture?

[Okita showed Wolfy the phone.]

Wolfy: First of all this is my phone and second of all that person is from another dimension.

Okita: Oh well I just assumed-.

Beelzebub: Well yeah it does make the most sense.

Nikola: No it doesn't make any sense. Because I'm a male and how can I be fucking pregnant?

Gondol: Are you sure about that?

Skalmold: Do we mention that male Gods can you know.

Beelzebub: Let them figure it out themselves.

Nikola: I'm going to lie down.

[Nikolas was leaving when someone else punched his stomach.]

Nikola's: Ahhh, God damn it! For the last time, I'm not pregnant!

Wolfy: Well he's going to feel that for a while. Also hi lady Brunhilde.

Brunhilde: Oh, I know but that was for something else. I'm here because Wolfy left your friends here.

Wolfy: Who....oh Spot and Leona. Well, I gotta go. Good luck Sir. Nikola's.

Nikola: I'm going to the infirmary. Thank you.

[Gondol walked next to Nikola to the infirmary and Wolfy left.]

Beelzebub: Well I'm going back to my lab.

[Beelzebub left also.]

Okita: Welp, I'm going to train. See ya.

[Okita and Skalmold left Brunhilde there.]

Brunhilde: Humans are so fucking odd.

[vermilliondevth]

Today's Madness: Two men decided to fight inside the tube, almost making me late to the gym. I arrived at the gym, realising I was a full hour early for my Strength session. My receptionist suggested I do a boxing class and gifted me a pair of hand wraps, so I went in.

The boxing class was so intense, my training outfit was drenched in sweat for the first time in my life. We also did Muay Thai kicks so the medial side of my knee is probably scrapped out - might have also slightly injured my right wrist.

After the class was over, one of the guys who often comes to Calisthenics was also at the boxing class, saw me preparing my dumbells and kettlebells and said, "Are you serious?!" while holding his head, staring at me as if I was a mad woman.

As I step outside and wait for the next session to start, the guy comes to me and says "I'm gonna train with you, I wanna see why you do this." With a smile on my face, I replied "prepare to die."

Turns out it was a super set, so we both absolutely died. The guy seemed young and impressionable, so I tried to be careful and selective while explaining the importance of maintaining consistency and listening to what the body needs to improve the self. He was quite inspired by it. It is safe to say that amongst the chaos, I had a really good evening.

[tysonfurybattlepass]

What kinds of martial arts/fighting do you do? I've always been interested in stuff like that but I'm really short and petite. It doesn't seem possible for me to do.

haha, you’ve come to the right place. i’m 5’3 (160cm) and at my highest ever weight right now, a whopping 115lb (about 52kg). ive been training for over a decade now and competing/teaching almost as long so I’m Your Guy lol

i started with brazilian jiujitsu when i was thirteen. i thought it would be fun and i wanted to strengthen my heart and lungs, as i was a frail victorian waif with pots and asthma. started with once a week, fell in love, and soon was clocking in an hour or two five days a week. i exclusively trained and competed in bjj for 3-4years before i decided i was done being bad at standup fighting so i added in muay thai. fell in love with that too. competed in a couple national tournaments and took third and second. post-covid, hopped into boxing. my most impressive achievements are on that stage imo, having taken gold and silver in two regional tournaments last year (gold/silver match was against the same opponent both times! so i guess that makes us even…) just recently started seriously building my standing-grappling game (which is still weak rip) by adding in freestyle wrestling and judo. i train and spar mma regularly, but have not competed under that ruleset.

so to answer your question: i do a little bit of everything.

some advice from a small but determined combat athlete:

1. being smaller than your training partners and opponents is frustrating. it is disheartening. people will get away with doing shit that is objectively bad and wrong on you because they can brute force it. it’s not because you aren’t good enough. there are also ways to mitigate this:

2. as a small person, your assets will be precise technique, accurate timing, agility, and endurance. because you are small, you will naturally be more technically competent. if you do something wrong against someone bigger than you, it simply won’t work. thus, you will have more incentive to do it right! once you build up to a consistent training schedule, you will have better movement and endurance than a bigger person because you simply have less weight to move. ergo, moving yourself is an easier task. use this to your advantage. wether the storm until big boy gets tired and then tool him around👍

3. this applies to exercise in general and i cannot stress it enough: do not go hard at first. do not jump into the deep end. start out with two classes a week. ideally 45min-1hr classes, on different days, with at least one rest day in between. your body needs time to adapt to new workloads, or else you’ll just be hurt and sore and burned out. do that until it feels easy! then bump it to four days a week, which is when you’ll start to see real technical progress.

4. establish your goals for training before you commit to anything! are you looking for fitness? competition? self-defense? or are you just trying to have fun? each sport offers different benefits and potential drawbacks. i’d be happy to elaborate more on that if you wish. feel free to ask about whatever you’re interested in and i can recommend what to look for :3

combat sports is half my personality and the entirety of my irl social life nowadays. 10/10 would do again despite mild ouchie and being tired a lot

[jin-renshu]

Modern AU — Jin Renshu

GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Jin Renshu (金仁书)

AGE: Thirty-three (Born June 22nd, 1991)

BORN IN: Sha Tin, Hong Kong

CURRENT RESIDENCE: He has a home in Deep Water Bay, Hong Kong and another in London, England.

OCCUPATION: Professional Taekwondo fighter (Olympic champion)

ETHNICITY: Asian (Chinese/Singaporean on his father's side, Chinese/English on his mother's side)

BACKGROUND

Ren is the eldest of two sons, and from an early age, he displayed a great interest in martial arts. He began taking Taekwondo, Muay Thai, and Kung Fu classes in his childhood.

He was sent to Vermont for his high school years but Ren decided to drop out in 10th grade to fully devote his time to his training, returning to Hong Kong. His teachers had always seen great potential in him to become an Olympic athlete and Ren wanted nothing more than to compete against the best in the world.

He first qualified for the Olympics in London in 2012 when he was seventeen. He didn't earn any medals then but was seen as a promising up-and-comer. It was an unforgettable experience to be able to compete against the very best in Taekwondo and it definitely lit a fire in him to keep pushing his limits.

For the Olympics in Rio in 2016, he earned a silver medal. In Tokyo 2020 he earned his first golden medal, and his second golden one just a few weeks ago in Paris 2024.

Ren is likely to retire soon from the competitive world, as he's at the height of his career and it's best to bow out now. He's in the early stages of setting up his own martial arts academy, helping train the younger generations, especially those who don't have the economic means to pursue their dreams.

RELATIONSHIP HISTORY

He dated and slept around for some time in his earlier years. He's been in a happy relationship with Elia Martell for about a year now, his first committed relationship in a long time. The two of them met when Elia's brand worked in collaboration with the Olympics to provide opportunities for young POC athletes.