#ponytail Dimitri

[xander-wolk]

Marianne and Dimitri on their wedding day 💙

Commission for @/jesusflower141 on Twitter! Thank you💖

[t0bey]

new game ➕!

[khainovo]

mixing two fandoms because why not 🤨

based on a discussion w @maccochi

[millionprocessors]

old drawing i never posted from when three hopes was released haha i love her sm

[theeeveetamer]

Also hel~lo NG+ hairstyle Claude, does this mean NG+ lord hairstyles are officially on the menu 👀

[randomnameless]

What do you think is the relationship between Dimitri and Rhea? I've seen some people ship them ?

People ship whoever they want lol

I think they have a good relationship at least, since Dimitri never wants to kick her out of her home not kill her for the lols, and Rhea is mentionned to have offered support to the Kingdom when they required it (after the Tragedy of Duscur, and in Nopes, after the Civil War when Dimitri ascended to the throne) - in CF, we know Rhea's presence made Rufus unable to pull his Nopes's stunt, but also prevented Cleobulus from rekting Rufus and framing Dimitri, who keeps both of his eyes in this route!

In Nopes, Rhea gives him Seteth Willy's shield and Dimitri, while it's muddled because Hresvelg Grey, only has reservations about sheltering Rhea due to the Empire who might attack them in retaliation, Dimitri however mentions how Rhea send support and help after the civil war, so it's not that far fetched to think Dimitri, as a person, would like to help and support in turn the person who already helped him. Their battle lines also imply they train together !

Now, as for pairings and relationships in general it's more headcanon land but,

As someone we all miss who was harassed from social media because some people just can't accept people don't love their favourite png, mentionned, I think Dimitri would be a bit confused about his feelings, would he see Rhea as a mother figure, a friend, the archbishop he has to show deference to, someone who punches really hard, a training partner, a love interest or something else?

As for Rhea, would Dimitri be a friend, another surrogate son, a mirror of her younger self she'd like to help ? Another Willy? An ally? A love interest?

HC : Dimitri is afraid to ask anyone if they would teach them how to dance, because with his Blaiddyd strength he is afraid of hurting them, but when they spar, Lady Rhea ignores his blows like they're nothing ? Would she agree to help him?

Little does he know, Rhea is a terrible dancer herself, but if she remembers correctly, Flayn watched a lot of students repeat for the Heron Cup, so maybe she would know what to do! Cue Flayn trying to teach Dimitri how to dance - at least that was the plan until Seteth popped up and decided to be Dimitri's instructor, himself.

Seeing the three of them argue "why must you ruin things" "I perfectly know how to dance" "as if you know how to dance! Just look at your beard!" he laughs, saying they look like a family which make the nabateans very embarassed, of course not, they're totally not related (save for Seteth and Flayn!). Totally not.

(Sylvain later notes that both Lady Rhea, Seteth and Flayn didn't end up with a broken feet or something after trying to teach Dimitri how to dance, maybe it's a coincidence or they really are related and they have sturdy bones or something...)

[koroart]

Still thinking about ... Long-haired Lambert 😳

[rainily-03]

some things i've drawn since finishing AM

image IDs under the cut!

[image 1 ID: digital art of Edelgard (post-timeskip design) from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. She is facing forwards with an angry/determined expression, one fist clenched in front of her and the other arm outstretched as though giving orders. There is blood dripping from her fist and from her left eye. It is an uncolored sketch aside from the blood and the background being dark red. End ID]

[image 2 ID: Byleth and the Blue Lions (pre-timeskip designs incorporating some headcanons), standing in a lineup against a white background. Notes are written around the characters with arrows pointing to them. Byleth's read "shaggy hair (cuts it themself)", "always looks bored", and "gender = ???". Dimitri's read "very intense stare", "lanky", and "awkwardly big hands & feet". Dedue's read "earrings" and "always furrowed brow". Ingrid's read "fine, straight hair" and "long legs". Sylvain's read "messy hair on purpose" and "muscular". Felix's read "ears stick out" and "wiry (thin but strong)". Annette's reads "petite". Mercedes' read "downturned eyes" and "tall and curvy". Ashe's read "upturned nose" and "skinny". End ID]

[image 3 ID: three busts followed by four simple full-body drawings of the artist's personal female Byleth design. The first bust is labeled "Academy" and shows Byleth with blue hair and a neutral expression. The second is labeled "War" and shows Byleth in profile, green hair in a ponytail, with a determined expression and a scar on her cheek. The third is labeled "Post-canon (AM)" and shows Byleth with shorter, wavier hair, wearing the Enlightened One outfit and smiling. Three of the full-body sketches show layers of Byleth's outfit, altering it somewhat to make it more practical and less sexualized. The fourth is labeled "casual/work" and shows Byleth wearing a dark gray sweater over a pink collared shirt, black shorts over patterned tights, and short black boots. End ID]

[image 4 ID: a simple four-panel comic. In the first, Sylvain is clinging onto Felix, burying his head in his chest and crying while Felix looks bored and pats his back. Sylvain is saying, "UGH Felix why did I do that I'm such an idiot." Felix responds, "Well at least you're my idiot." In the next two panels, Sylvain looks momentarily startled before looking up at Felix with an adoring expression. In the last panel, a slightly disturbed Felix watches from afar as Sylvain walks by, surrounded by hearts and looking blissful, saying to himself, "I'm Felix's idiot..." Felix thinks, "He's so easy to cheer up but at what cost..." End ID]

[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ part one

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

> summery:

you go to robby and dimitri’s room hoping to have your twin brother robby come with you to get a tattoo unaware that they lost their room to kwon.

OR kwon struggles with his normally good english in front of a pretty girl

> notes:

never get a tat if you are going to sweat a lot in the next two ish weeks, like at a karate tournament, you don't want it to get infected.

also, this is my first x reader, so if ya'll would let me know how I did :)

if you feel a part two // part three

also posted on my ao3

> 1.4k written by:

S A R A H

You adjusted your high ponytail, your fingers tugging at the elastic band to secure it in place. The hallway of the hotel was quiet, save for the soft hum of the vending machines around the corner. Your sneakers barely made a sound as you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, excitement buzzing under your skin.

This would be perfect. Robby had been moody since he saw that Tory had joined up with Cobra Kai again.

You opened up your notes app to make sure you had the right room. You already had it memorized but double no triple checking never hurt anyone. You looked up from your phone and yep, the numbers matched up.

You knocked your knuckles against the door and immediately heard a muffled voice and shuffling noises. It was probably Dimitri stumbling around to get decent. Your lips ticked up thinking about it.

You had Robby go with you to get your first tat, mostly because of where you were getting it but also because you didn't wanna go alone. It became tradition after that, every time you went to get a new one he would go with. He didn't get to skip out just because it was a little impromptu tat in barcelona, or because he was pouty

The Sekai Taikai Tournament had been interesting so far and it was only night one. Eli already got in a little pissing match with the cute male cobra kai captain who's name you didn't know.

Speaking of, the door opened and your brother nor teammates were on the other side, instead the cobra captain stood there in a black compression shirt and gray sweats.

If your weaknesses was an outfit it would be that. The shirt made his arms and shoulders look nice. His hair was styled in a way that reminded you of a character from a volleyball anime you watched, which might be a little racist to think since the guy was asian but whatever that's not the point.

“ Um,” You said eloquently, showcasing your intelligence. “ I don't suppose that you became friends with my teammates, did you?”

He made a face. “ No. You lost?” His korean accent was thick and hardy.

You look down at your phone again. “ Nope, this is my brother's room unless he was fucking with me by giving me a random one.”

He looked thoughtful, his head tilted while he stared at you. Then “ was.”

“ What do you mean?”

He looked at me. “ Your brother, miyagi do's captain?” He asked.

“ Yeah that's him! Robby.”

“ Then was. Made bet. He lose. I win. I got room.”

That son of a-. “ He lost his room in a bet?”

Now he looked a little smug, his mouth quirked up.“ Yes.”

“ I can't believe him, fucking dumbass.”

The hallway seemed to stretch longer as you processed that. You couldn’t believe Robby. The sheer stupidity of losing his room in a bet? You huffed pressing your lips together and crossing your arms. You were never gonna let him live this down.

The Cobra Kai captain leaned casually against the doorframe, his smirk firmly in place, he was enjoying this far too much. His arms crossed in a way that made his already broad shoulders seem even more imposing. His compression t clung to his torso like a second skin, and his sweats hung low on his hips, leaving a bit of skin revealed completing a look that made your traitorous brain short-circuit for a split second. But only for a second.

The guy’s smirk grew, and his gaze flicked to your face with something like amusement. “ You mad?”

“ Mad?” Your brows raised wondering where he got that from.

“ Your cheeks are pink.” He offered. “ Mad, no?”

You couldn't help it, you laughed. “No. It wasn't my room, I just think he's stupid.”

“ You say it.” He shrugs. “ Not a good bet taker.”

“ You think he sucks at betting.” You grinned.

He nodded proudly. “ Yes, sucks.”

You watched as his ears turned pink when you laughed. “ I agree.”

“ Here for room or just brother?”

“ I was gonna make him come with me to get a tattoo but since he's not here it looks like i'm going alone.” Something you weren't very fond of, but it was already getting dark and you didn't have time to go hunting for your twin. “ I'll see you later.”

You turned to leave but stopped when his voice reached your ears. “ Wait.”

You looked over your shoulder. “ Yeah?”

His expression shifted, his confident smirk slipping, his brow furrowed like he didn’t like the idea, and his next words came out haltingly. “ You… no go alone.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden concern in his tone. “ What?”

“ Not good. Alone, not safe.” He stumbled slightly over the words, his composure cracking. “ I go.”

“ Don't think I can handle it?” You asked curiously.

“ I don't doubt you, but you small, men are not.”

“ So you want to, what? Protect me?”

“ Yes.”

“ You?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “ Why would you do that? Aren’t you, like, Cobra Kai’s big bad captain? Shouldn’t you hate me or something?”

His eyes rolled, his earlier confidence returning. “ Not hate. I bored.” His smirk reappeared, though his ears stayed pink. “ Plus, beats sitting in here.”

He pulled on his hoodie, shrugging. “ You want to go alone? Get lost in city? Not smart.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “I think I can manage to find a tattoo parlor without getting lost.” You shook your phone at him. “ Directions on my phone and all.”

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with you. “You sure? Phone say this your brother’s room. Was wrong.”

Your jaw dropped, cheeky little-. “ No fair.”

He shugged and his hands slipping into the pockets of his sweats while he leaned closer. “ Nervous?”

“ Nervous?” you echoed, narrowing your eyes at him. “ About what?”

He shrugged, the movement casual but the teasing shine in his eyes was anything but. “ Pretty girl, late night, strange city. Many reasons.”

“ Pretty girl?” you repeated feeling your cheeks pull up in a slow smile before you could stop yourself. “ You think I'm pretty?”

His cheeks turned pink, but his grin didn’t falter. “ I say what I say.”

Your chest felt warm and the corner of your mouth quirked up despite yourself. “ You’re something, you know that?”

“ I know.” His confidence was borderline infuriating, but there was something endearing about the way he wouldn't look you in the eye when he said it. Like your words had affected him more than he wanted to admit.

“ Alright, Captain,” you said with a mock sigh of defeat, “ if you’re so worried about me getting lost, maybe you should just come with me after all.”

“ Good idea,” he said immediately, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the hallway.

You blinked. “ Wait really, you actually want to come?”

“ You invite,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“ I was joking!”

“I wasn't,” he replied, slipping on a pair of sneakers that were sitting next to the door. “ What tattoo, you getting?”

“ I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what I want, if you tell me your name.”

“ My name?” He looked at you like you should know it. “ It's Kwon Jae Sung. Call me Kwon. And you?”

Like the song? “ You don't know my name?” You teased, sticking your hand out.

He looked at confused.

“ Oh duh.” You said to yourself resisting the urge to palm your forehead. “ In america we shake hands to greet each other.”

Kwon smiled and made a noise of understanding and let you take his hand. Immediately you could feel his calluses.

You shook his hand sharply, your dad always told you that having a strong grip was important. “ I could just call you, so-yeon.” Kwon said.

“ What's that mean?”

“ No fun if I tell you.”

You made a face and scoffed. “ That could mean bitch in korean for all I know.”

He shook his head, smiling and put his hand over his heart. His eyes wide and innocent. “ I would never.”

You told him your name, “ The tattoo I'm getting is gonna be really small, I'm putting it on my wrist it's a little panda.” You opened up pinterest, to show him a picture of it.

“ Cute,” he hummed. “ Like you.”

The line was cheesy but had you blushing anyway.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Three Hopes is a Good Game. It gave us maps with territory outlines and more character interactions and Dimitri with a ponytail and Edelgard without cinnamon roll hair and Claude with trauma and Shez's empty little head and it gave us Holst and empire dads!

I see so many people complain about it and say how it doesn't exist to them for being out of character, but I really do think it's a Good Game

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[bijouxcarys]

𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

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Character Profiles/Face Claims

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A/N: Don't expect fast updates, my life is so chaotic right now. But I am committed to this story, and I hope you stick around. Also, the plot has changed somewhat, and just out of pure respect, I have removed the inclusion of Sika. And I know this chapter doesn't have that much of Roman in it, but the next one will. It will be a slow burn so... yeahhh. Enjoy!

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“Nate, are you almost ready?”

Natalka stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her own reflection as she attempted to adjust the straps on her dress. She hated when they weren’t tight; she loved when her chest was given that extra bit of support. Besides, it wasn’t like the view was displeasing. 

“Just a minute, Kat,” Nate replied steadily. She took a deep breath and smoothed down the fabric of her crimson dress. A sort of soothing gesture to ease her mind. There were so many things she would rather be doing tonight, but alas, she was a Volkov. She must adhere. She must… do whatever her fucking father asks of her.

The dress was stunning, she had to admit. Not that it was her choice to wear it. No, this was a forced event. And in a futile attempt to convince her father that she should wear black, or literally any other colour, she pleaded the case of the red clashing with the green of her eyes. Too Christmassy. But nope. Dimitri Volkov had spoken. Thus, Nate was to wear this tight, restrictive mess of a dress.

Meh, it could be worse. She could be blonde and risk looking like one of the obnoxious contestants on Love Island or some shit like that.

Behind her, Katya slipped through the crack in the door, eyes wide and blue with concern. At 20, she was a picture of youthful naivety. The ashy blonde of her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, but a few strands flew loose. She must have been studying again.

Unlike Nate, Katya had been sheltered from the darker aspects of their family’s dealings and the older sister had done everything in her power to keep it that way.

“You look beautiful,” Katya said with a soft smile, though it failed to reach her eyes. A few seconds of sustained eye contact told her everything. “You’re not happy about tonight, are you?”

Nate turned to face her sister head on, forcing a smile with tight lips. “It’s just another event, Kat. Nothing we haven’t been through before.”

“But this one feels weird,” she sighed, leaning back against the wall. “Boris is… weird,” Katya murmured with an exaggerated shudder.

Nate stifled a small chuckle at her sister’s clear disdain for the man in question, but she couldn’t ignore the tightening in her stomach at the mere thought of him.

“I can handle Boris,” Nate said firmly, running a hand through her dark hair. “I promise you right now, I won’t let him or any other arsehole dictate my life.”

Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by the imposing figure of Dimitri Volkov entering the room. His presence commanded attention, even the attention of his own daughters; 6ft 1”, broad-shouldered, with an aura of ruthless authority. His greying hair and eyes that pierced sharper than the blue in Katya’s gave him an air of cold calculation. Nate wasn’t necessarily scared of him, she just… knew it was wiser to go along with his plans. Easier, even. Whatever got her into the least amount of trouble, though even that was a struggle. The same couldn’t be said for the youngest Volkov.

“Natalka, you look… acceptable,” Dimitri remarked, his tone characteristically devoid of warmth. “Boris will be here shortly. I expect you to be on your best behaviour, dorogoy.”

Nate bristled at his words but maintained a neutral expression. “Of course, Papa. I know what’s expected…”

Dimitri’s gaze shifted to Katya, who shrank back slightly under his scrutiny. “You should join us tonight. It’s time you start understanding the family business.”

Nate’s eyes flashed with protective anger. “Um, Katya is not involved in this. She’s still in college!”

“You were 16.”

“Not the point, though, is it?” she muttered under her breath, folding her arms.

Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, taking a step towards her. “She’s a Volkov, no?” His voice lowered, allowing the Slavic roll of his accent to translate more menacing—a tone Nate was accustomed to, but not immune against. “It’s time she starts acting like one.”

Whether it was the way she was dressed, or the anger about the night’s upcoming events, Nate somehow had the audacity to take her own step towards her father, chin lifting in defiance. “I said, she’s not involved.”

For a moment, the tension in Nate’s small bathroom became tar-thick. A silent battle of wills. Nate’s eyebrow tugged up, as if challenging Dimitri’s stance. It may have been risky, but she really wasn’t in the mood to be fucked around with tonight.

Finally, Dimitri gave a curt nod, though his eyes held a warning. “Very well… But remember, Natalka,” he backed his daughter into the counter behind her, placing one hand on the marble surface. “You have responsibilities. To the family. And the future.” Nate caught the potent scent of his most recent cigar, her head retreating in an instinctual response.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and made his exit, neglecting to acknowledge Katya’s presence in the process. Nate let out a heavy breath she hadn’t realised she was holding until now.

“Are you okay?” Katya softly asked. It was always a stark contrast when engaging in conversation with her family; her father had the thickest of Russian accents, whilst Katya mirrored her own: a gentle British with the occasional inclusion of Russian phrasing.

Another forced smile, though it felt like a heavy leather mask, Nate nodded. “I’m fine, Katty. Just… stay out of sight tonight, alright?”

Katya nodded reluctantly. “Okay. Just… please be careful, Nate.” She stepped forward and engulfed her older sister in a tight embrace, her forehead resting on Nate’s shoulder. They weren’t usually too different in height, but Nate’s heels made her much taller in this instance.

“‘Kay,” Nate had to break up the hug, otherwise she’d manage to convince herself to blow this whole thing off. It was far more preferable to stay at home with her baby sister and binge watch crap on Netflix—hell, just to wear anything but this fucking dress would be bliss.

Nate watched her sister leave, feeling a strong pang of guilt. She wanted to protect Katya from the harsh realities of their world, but it was becoming increasingly difficult the older she got. Dimitri wasn’t much help; it seemed like his life goal was to keep their empire as sturdy as possible, as powerful as possible. As if it wasn’t already the pinnacle of New York City’s underground rings.

Boris arrived promptly, as unsettling of a presence as usual. He greeted Dimitri with a firm handshake and a smirk that made Nate want to punch him in his pretty little face. No, she wasn’t an idiot; Boris was charming, chiselled, ridiculously refined and on par with obsessively perfect. But that didn’t change how badly she wished he’d be thrown in the Hudson with a healthy dose of bricks.

Boris Sokolov, a man who had been a fixture in their lives for as long as she could remember. He was Dimitri’s chosen one. The man her father insisted she marry to solidify their family’s power, and in turn introduce his family to how their family worked. He was a little shit when they were growing up, and he remained a little shit in adulthood.

His eyes rolled over Nate as she descended the staircase in the Volkov’s foyer, a complete showcase of undisguised interest.

“Natalka, detka, you look stunning,” Boris said, stepping closer to peck her cheek and take her hand in his. “Shall we?”

Just kill me, kill me now.

She compelled herself to preserve her emotions, but made sure to withdraw her hand from his grasp as politely as possible. “Thank you. Let’s get this over with.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

The venue for the night was a breathtaking display of wealth and power. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with intricate gold-leaf mouldings and tapestries depicting scenes from various cultures: from Russian folklore, to Italian battles of will. Every detail screamed opulence and luxury.

The guests, an assortment of the city’s elite and underworld figures, moved about the room in their elaborate suits and designer gowns. A live orchestra played a hauntingly beautiful classic waltz. Waiters in crisp white uniforms glided through the crowd, offering trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

Nate moved through the clusters with practised grace, exchanging pleasantries, making polite conversation, all the while keeping an eye on Boris. For him, he seemed to enjoy parading her around, showcasing her like a prized possession. He kept a avaricious hold on her arm, tightening whenever the two crossed paths with other males.

“Natalka, moy lyubov’, you are the envy of the evening,” Boris whispered in her ear.

With cold eyes, Nate turned to him boldly. “And yet, I feel like a prisoner.”

Boris’ smile faltered, and he leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. “Remember your place, Natalka. You belong to me, remember?”

Her jaw clenched, but she bit her tongue. The more she found herself having to do that, the easier it was getting. But for someone with a mouth so unrelenting, it was always a task. She had to endure this bullshit, for now, at least.

As the night wore on, Nate managed to slip away for a moment of respite. She found herself on a balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside. She looked out over the city in the distance, thoughts running a mile a minute. The pressure from Dimitri, Boris’ looming presence… her mother—it all felt like too much.

But she was strong. Of course she was. She was a Volkov. There was no other way to be.

As she savoured the more subdued aura of the balcony, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of murmurs and whispers from guests inside. She turned back towards the entrance of the ballroom, her eyes narrowing as a commanding presence made itself known.

He was an imposing figure, even among the elite gathered tonight, and he strode in with an air of confidence that was impossible to rival. His long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, emphasising the pristinely groomed facial hair and the fierce intensity in his eyes. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that hugged his powerful frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular build, with the pairing of a crisp white shirt and a black tie.

On his arm was a striking blonde, her golden—clearly fake—tan contrasting with the deep blue of her sequined gown. The dress clung to her curves, the plunging neckline and thigh-high slit exuding a mix of elegance and allure. Her hair cascaded in loose waves, and her make up was flawless. Sharp cheekbones and all. It was clear she was accustomed to being the centre of attention, just by the way she flicked her hair back and kept a tight grip on the arm of the man beside her.

Nate’s assessment of the addition to the party was interrupted by a couple beside her. A slightly older pair that she had seen throughout the years, and knew weren’t a threat to her family. Investors in property more than anything, and their knowledge of the underlying occupation of the Volkovs was void. None the wiser.

“Who is that?” the lady asked, loud enough for Nate to hear her. She didn’t want to interrupt the conversation she was having with her husband, but as soon as he replied with an air of uncertainty, she had to insert herself.

“That’s Roman Reigns,” Nate confirmed quietly. “He’s… significant.” To put it mildly.

“Should we be worried or something?” The husband leaned forwards to look at Nate.

Remembering that she was talking to someone who knew nothing of the ruthless extent some of these people in attendance tonight possessed, she gave the couple a warm smile of reassurance.

“No.”

The blonde at Roman’s side leaned in close, whispering something in his ear that elicited a brief, enigmatic smile. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, every person, as if assessing the situation with the precision of a predator. There was a robust tautness in the air as guests subtly shifted their attention toward him, acknowledging his presence with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Roman’s reputation preceded him, and the stories Nate had heard painted a picture of a man who was both feared and respected, at least in their world. He was a master of manipulation and control to some, and a force to be reckoned with.

Nate pulled her attention away from Roman, shifting her focus back to the task at hand. She was here to represent her family, and that meant ensuring the deal with The Judgement Day M.C. went smoothly. As she weaved herself through the crowd, she kept a polite smile on her face, exchanging pleasantries with whoever felt bold enough to approach her. Unfortunately, her responsibilities included having Boris by her side every minute.

Once she found him socialising with another group of young men, he practically glued himself to her, possessively placing his hand on her lower back.

They made their way to a corner of the ballroom where the members of The Judgement Day had gathered. Their president, Rhea, stood out among the group as the only female. Jet black hair styled in a sharp undercut. Eyes intensely scouring the room with an air of boredom and the slightest bit of vigilance. Her intricately embroidered suit contrasted sharply with the more flamboyant outfits of her companions. She exuded a raw, untamed energy, her muscular frame a testament to her strength and dominance.

Beside her stood Damien Priest. Tall, imposing, with a dark, brooding ubiquity. Finn Bálor, the third in the trio, had a more refined appearance. Sharp features, icy blue eyes. An almost ethereal quality. Both men wore suits fit for an event more casual. But that was TJD for you. Never ones to conform.

Nate approached them with Boris, her posture straight and confident. “Rhea,” she greeted. “It’s good to see you.”

Rhea’s gaze flicked to Nate, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Nate Volkov,” she replied with her usual Aussie inflection. “Always a pleasure.”

Boris stepped forward, extending a hand to Rhea. “Boris,” he introduced himself with a firm tone. “We appreciate your cooperation in this matter.” Rhea shook his hand with a strong grip.

“Of course. We’re all invested in seeing this deal succeed.”

“Gentlemen,” Nate offered Damien and Finn a gentle nod, keeping her cadence as professional as possible. “I trust everything is in place for the drop-off tomorrow?”

Damien exchanged a glance with Finn before replying, “Everything’s set. We’ll be handling the drop-off personally, with a group of our best to ensure there are no… complications.”

Finn’s eyes met Nate’s, adding with his Irish brogue, “We’ll make sure it goes off without a hitch.”

Nate nodded, satisfied but naturally still cautious as she was about everything. “Good. We’ll have our people in place as well. You know… just in case.”

Rhea chuckled, folding her arms over her chest loosely. “You worry too much. We’ve got this under control.”

“I have to,” she replied curtly. “In our world, it’s the only way to stay alive.”

Boris’ hand tightened on her waist, his fingers digging in slightly. “Natalka’s right. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

With a colder smile, Rhea flicked her gaze over to Boris. “Everything will go smoothly, Bob.”

Baring her teeth down on her lips, Nate looked down to avoid being caught stifling a laugh at Rhea’s intentional rechristening of Boris. She always did have that audacity, and was possibly the reason they worked well in their professional dealings. 

“It’s Boris,” the man in question grimaced, almost yanking Nate closer to him, as if it would somehow bandage the graze Rhea had inflicted on his bulging ego.

“Right,” Rhea nodded slowly, glancing over at Nate. “Boris.” Damien and Finn snorted like a couple of schoolboys beside their leader, causing Boris to shoot daggers into them. Rhea signalled her hand out in a gesture for them to calm down.

The Judgement Day’s dynamic was always fascinating to Nate. For starters, they were probably the only organised group in New York that had a woman as a leader. They were the only M.C. that had the guts and brains to deal with the uppers in the world of the elite. Damien’s protectiveness over Rhea, the way Finn’s eyes seemed to penetrate everything he laid them on, and Rhea’s own confident brutality. They were just a formidable group of people, and while their alliance was beneficial, it was also fraught with its own set of dangers. Dangers one couldn’t risk igniting.

“Is everything okay?” Rhea asked, tone chirpy. Nate was brought out of her momentary diversion, contriving a smile and nodding. “Just a lot on my mind. You know how it is, Ripley.”

“Well, ya know… if you ever need a chat–”

“I appreciate it,” Nate interrupted firmly. “But I’m fine.” She turned back to Boris, who was watching the interaction with a slight frown, still upset at the way Rhea degraded him. “We should, uh… mingle,” she suggested, hoping to divert his attention.

Boris nodded, the grip on her loosening somewhat. “Da.” 

Relief washed over her as they moved away, though the night was far from over. She had to maintain composure. The opulence of the event, the grandeur of the ballroom, and the intricate social gatherings were all part of the facade. Beneath the shiny exterior, alliances and partnerships were taking place.

But Nate was only human. As good as she was at winning over even the most sceptical of guests, there was only so much socialising she could handle, and found herself breathing a sigh of consolation when she found herself back out on the balcony, once again alone.

Or so she thought.

“Taking a break?”

She turned to see Rhea standing there, a glass of champagne in hand. “Just needed a moment,” she replied, her tone guarded.

“You’re doing great in there. But I can see the, um… strain?”

“Yeah, well, it’s a lot to handle.”

Rhea nodded sympathetically. “I know. You’ve complained about it plenty of times. But you got this, for sure.”

Nate appreciated the words, even if she couldn’t fully trust the source. “Thanks,” she said softly, looking out over the balcony. “No Dom tonight?”

“Nah,” Rhea laughed, resting on the railing beside Nate. “Latino Heat needs space sometimes, ya know?”

“Mysterio needs space.” Nate barked out a laugh.

“‘Ey, he’s a sensitive soul.”

“Sensitive,” she snorted.

“He is.” Rhea was relentlessly defensive of Dom. Everyone knew that. It just so happened that Nate was the only one ballsy enough to challenge it. She knew what it was like to have a tumultuous relationship with a parental figure, but it wasn’t in her nature to seek solace in a relationship with someone who practically controls her every move. Not like Dirty Dominik Mysterio.

“Okay,” Nate chuckled, holding her hands up. “If Mami says so…”

Rhea glanced at Nate. “You heard about that, too, huh?”

“Everyone’s heard about your new little name.”

“Just like everyone’s heard about the plans for you and Mr Bob in there to get married.”

Nate smirked, sighing as she stood up straight. “That’s what everyone’s heard…” She gave her a pointed look, before turning and making her way back into the ballroom. “Good luck with the drop-off tomorrow, Ripley,” she called behind her.

Rhea leaned back against the railings, watching as Nate walked away. 

“Luck? We don’t need luck, Volkov.”

[rae-unbeloved]

HEY CHAT IVE FINALLY GOT SOME OF NICO'S LORE THAT IVE PLANNED SO FAR :3

His full name is Nicholas Odasies Dimitriou

He's aroace :)

His Nationalities are Scottish (father) & Greek (Mother)

Btw he's an ISTJ-T (I did a personality quiz and just answered what i think nico would say)

Just a description of his appearance really: Brown, fluffy hair that comes off his shoulder's but isn't quite mid-length, usually in a ponytail. Grayish blue eyes, althogh one eye (left) is lighter than the other, has a beauty mark on the left side of his face and a mole just below his right eye, somewhat dark eyebags, is 5'2 and just doesn't have a single thought behind his eyes, either that or many many, very terrible thoughts.

THE ACTUAL LORE/HIS BACKSTORY SO FAR:

He really likes nature, specifically magpies, birds as a whole and flowers/plants.

He stayed in Scotland with his whole family, his mum dying when he was 9 and his dad was rarely at home so he had to learn to take care of himself and his sister, his sister also taking care of their little brother. They lived in Scotland for another year before moving to America (when he was 10) for both convenience as they moved in with their maternal aunt, and due to the fact that their father had gotten a job thing there.

His sister died like either a week or few days before 13th birthday, causing Nico to spiral slightly from the grief as his sister was also the family member who of which he was closest to and actually took care of him when others (Aunt & dad) didn't, his sister gives him a locket and also bow/ribbon before she dies and it becomes his most prized possession of which he always keeps with him.

(Btw his mum, sister and inevitably aunt all die of the same/similar diseases that run in the family, along with shit immune systems<3) (update-Nico also dies of sickness)

Nico ends up running away from his aunt's and joins the continental army (Which is, along with others, one of the many 'bad' decisions he makes while griefing his sister's death) he manages to join by completely bullshitting his age (saying he's 16 when in reality he's 13)

While in the army he's generally quite quiet and in all ways could be described as a fucking loser loner<3

When outside of training/just in any freetime he gets, he literally just studies plants and birds, he found out that magpies really like him, so instead of speaking to other people he just speaks to the birds, mainly magpies obviously (also if they aren't in this part of America then shut, i'm still including them, it's either that or bluejays but ik more abt magpies)

Uhhh, during the war he gets caught in some kind of fire, somehow escaping with just some burns on the right side of his face, hands/arms and a few on his legs<3

[karatekels]

KarateKels watches Season 6 Part 2!

Hello everyone, and welcome to the KarateKels masterpost of me screaming about Season 6 Part 2! I was initially going to record some live reactions, but I think it would encourage me to scream myself into an early eviction (given that I’m currently starting my watch at 6am). I’ll be updating this as I go, and labeling each episode, but ANYTHING AFTER THIS CUT IS GOING TO BE FULL OF SPOILERS SO IDK MAYBE DON’T CLICK IF YOU’RE LIKELY TO BE UPSET BY THAT KINDA THING.

Initial hopes:

Terry Silver, past or present.

…

End of list.

LET’S GO!

6. Benvinguts a Barcelona (Gesundheit?)

Mr. Sekai Taikai whose name escapes me has great fashion sense.

I just love how we’re immediately starting out with adults glaring at each other. I hope they kiss <3

Robby’s lil ponytail is very silly to me.

So, to recap, we’ve decided to let the kids run around without adult supervision and the adults that hate each other are going to go get drunk? WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!

I love Johnny’s theatrical whirlaround to face Daniel he’s so silly.

Kreese is a dead man… foreshadowing?

Daniel + Johnny + “There was only one bed” trope?

I hope that Cobra Kai always gets this badass music when they walk into a room.

I LOVE KWON THE VILLAIN HE’S SO FUN AND EXTRA.

Yes Amanda, please go.

JOHNNY LAWRENCE IN A ROBE? AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED? HELLO?

Oh, Kim is being THE WORST. Nice sassy walkoff, though.

Poor Tory, she’s all alone.

HEHEHE GET HIM JOHNNY YOU WERE RIGHT TO BRING UP THE CHARITY AUCTION.

…Wolf and Johnny fighting over meat? WHAT COULD BE THE SYMBOLISM.

Johnny wearing the classic red jacket though…

Wait did I see someone with a worse hairstyle than Hawk?

Zara’s first lines are about wanting Robby TO Tory? Oof.

Okay why is everyone sexualizing these MINORS.

…wait did Johnny just imply he almost did porn? Hello? Can we go back please?

VERY subtle, Kreese, what with the whipping out a blade and such. This poor salesman.

Okay, this aquarium set up is AMAZING.

Kwon mocking American patriotism is my new favourite thing this show has offered me.

Master Serrano can do nothing good for Daniel. PLEASE stop looking into this.

THAT’S NOT HOW THE LAW WORKS, KREESE. THAT BETTER NOT BE HOW THE SHOW THINKS THE LAW WORKS.

…Oh no, drunk Chozen. I don’t like this.

Don’t you both have IDENTICAL ROOMS?! WHY DO YOU NEED AN EXTRA ROOM?

Oooh, nice whale shark.

I really wish Devon hadn’t done what she did to Kenny because I liked her as a character and would like to continue to do so but how can I respect you when you went and did all that.

WILL SOMEBODY HUG TORY PLEASE.

Oh my god Dimitri SHUT UP ABOUT MIT.

Oh hell yeah Kwon. (Sorry Robby)

…How did Chozen get to Spain drunk?

SHOWER MAN WAS PROBABLY A BROTHER OR SOMETHING, IT’S LIKE THE BIGGEST CLICHÉ EVER.

Way to ruin the dojo’s reputation, man. Don’t ruin my favourite characters, please.

Kwon sleeps like me (surrounded by a fortress of pillows)!

Awww, Robby’s eyes light up when he sees Tory and it’s really cute and sweet. Also Peyton don’t sleep in a full face, dear. WAIT FOCUS THEY’RE BREAKING UP.

9 minutes left in the episode? Setting up for the tournament? PERFECT TIME FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE TO EMERGE THEATRICALLY.

Kwon don’t be a dick when she’s RIGHT.

Oh HELL YEAH what a first fight!

Oh damn the Dragons just sat back and watched while they destroyed each other.

OKAY WE’VE SEEN THIS FIGHT BUT IF ZARA WAVES AND WE SEE IT WAS TO TERRY UP ON THE BALCONY I’M GOING TO SCREAM.

Awww, tribute to Dutch! RIP.

No Terry in the first episode, but overall I’m pretty happy with this!

7. Dog in the Fight

I love the height difference between Axel and Zara.

ROBBY WOULD YOU GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME?

…I am the crowd, chanting for Zara. MY QUEEN.

Miguel fucking KILLING it!

Beach scene? CUT TO TERRY SUNBATHING (just kidding us Irish folks have no chance in the Spanish sun).

…I’m with Johnny, Daniel. They gotta strike FIRST.

Johnny’s not scared of Wolf, he says, while they get closer to making out with every second.

IF THIS MYSTERY PACKAGE IS NOT SENT FROM TERRY SILVER I WILL BE SHOCKED. Luring his beloved Danny-boy into a Spanish castle/sexy trap.

Influencer Zara is a queen, and a bitch. She’s Queen Bitch. I will die for her.

…Amanda is also a queen in her robe and her reasonable reactions to things. I will die for them both.

Daniel prioritizing his Mr. Miyagi quest over his students is ridiculous.

HELLO THIS CASTLE IS THE MOST TERRY SILVER THING I’VE EVER SEEN HE’D BETTER BE IN THERE.

…okay look at Wolf’s Iron Dragons swag. I WANT IT.

“Why you gotta be such a pain in the ass at every buffet?” is my new favourite Johnny Lawrence line.

Wolf is right about Americans a little bit (the loud ones anyway; sorry to my American friends)

So if/when Daniel is kidnapped by Terry, Johnny will be able to lead the kids to greatness. Everyone wins, right?

Jesus can’t help you now, LaRusso.

AND A CROWBAR.

Oh Jesus, Wolf. Why must we beat a child (a giant child, but technically a child)?

Oh I’m sure this platform competition won’t trigger some PTSD for Miguel at all. Oh, this isn’t the high one, nevermind.

Omg he’s in a cage. DANIEL’S IN A CAGE. THIS IS AMAZING.

LET’S GO MIGUEL. GET YOU A WIN AND A COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIP. THATTA BOY!

…oh Johnny. So mean. I mean, the locker room talk has a point, but give Miguel his flowers.

OH SAM SHUT UP. YOUR DAD IS JUST AS BAD.

YES HAWK, HE SHOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MIT.

Everyone is fighting ☹

BACK TO THE DOGS. I MEAN DANIEL.

NO COME BACK I WANT TO SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING.

Kreese and his damn apples.

Okay but Johnny where was this compassion like two minutes ago, for everyone including Devon?

OCCASIONAL GIRLDAD JOHNNY LAWRENCE.

If Silver picks up Daniel’s phone and calls Johnny I’m going to be cackling so evilly.

Omg he needs him <3

OH SHIT DANIEL LET’S GO! I hope the dogs don’t get hurt though.

Okay why does Goon #3 speak perfect English?

OH SHIT A COBRA KAI TATTOO.

…He doesn’t work for Kreese does he? He works for Silver. LET IT BE TRUE.

Is he hiding behind the conveniently placed curtain?

NO GOD DAMNIT CAN SOMEONE PLEASE BRING OUT THE SEXY GIANT MAN?!?

How can it change your life when you’re throwing the opportunity away, Robert?

You can beat the Irish, guys.

THIS is the platform that’s going to trigger Miguel.

God I love Zara. GOD.

Oh jeez Tory, fucking GET IT girl. A TOOTH??

Good guy Johnny trying to make up for everything. I don’t think it does, but I appreciate the gesture. HYPE MAN LET’S GO.

CAN YOU STOP LOOKING FOR TORY YOU DUMBASS.

Unleash the Hawk please – okay Devon, I like the strategy.

…uh oh. Demitri is in trouble.

LET’S GO MIGUEL. GET EM OFF THE PLATFORM.

…feels like we’re making fun of the Irish a little bit with these caricatures. But I’m not mad.

Okay there are less than 5 minutes left, this phonecall better be Terry.

NO NOT ROSA. IS CARMEN OKAY? IS THE BABY.

Hey, KREESE. Only Terry can call him Danny-boy.

No, wait, Miguel is leaving and THAT’S why Kenny comes back? WHAT?!?

AND WHERE THE FUCK IS TERRENCE.

...still happy with this episode, with one 6'5" gaping hole as an exception (don't take that out of context).

8. Snakes on a Plane

IF THIS EPISODE DOES NOT INCLUDE SNAKE GETTING OFF A PLANE TO REJOIN TERRY IT IS A MISSED OPPORTUNITY. Also, a grown man continuing to go by Snake would be hilarious.

Alright. If Terry doesn’t show up in this episode I’m going to start to panic.

And if Terry did something to this baby I’m going to be very cross.

So the real play to make is going to be for Devon to drop out and let Miguel come back when everything is fine, right? Maybe? Please?

Hey, Kreese, that’s another one of Terry’s lines. Get your own!

THOMAS IAN GRIFFITH, IN THE CREDITS, LET’S GO!

Damnit Chozen. Go find them kids.

Anyone else wanna go to Spain? We should do a Cult of TIG group trip.

They should really be sticking together, this is a terrible idea.

CALLING TORY THE TOOTH FAIRY IS AMAZING.

…Johnny as a flat earther confirmed?

Chozen please stop going into clubs “looking for teenagers”.

…I don’t ship Kim and Chozen but I will say there’s some fun tension here.

…Do I ship Tory and Zara? DO I SHIP TORY AND ZARA?!

BOOOOOO DIMITRI.

And Robby’s path to alcoholism begins tonight.

Scary Amanda is extra hot. I’m into all these women today – my bisexuality is off the charts this season LET’S GOOOO.

…oh my god I love Kim. And Chozen. I love all of this.

NOT THE SCOOTER I’M DYING THIS IS HILARIOUS. And Kim being like “hate to see him leave, love to watch him go.”

Oh my god Axel. No, my poor baby. Sensei Wolf may be an attractive slimeball but that’s some bullshit.

Is Hawk going to show Moon Dimitri dancing with another girl. OH AND YAS IS THERE TOO. I’m not mad at him tbh. DIMITRI DON’T BE SCUM.

Kwon is a master at pushing buttons. Terry Silver 2.0. SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHERE IS HE.

Also didn’t Devon wear that same hoodie Anthony is wearing?

“Fucking karate” AMANDA YOU’RE THE BEST.

Omg Johnny in the giant hat is perfection.

“You’re my son too” I’M CRYING.

Johnny please don’t end up on a no-fly list.

Oh SHIT I wasn’t expecting it to be Miguel.

…okay a brief interlude – I foolishly opened Twitter and have seen Terry Silver shirtless and am now distracted. OKAY BACK TO THE SHOW WHERE COBRA KAI IS COMING FOR SAM AND AXEL.

Damn that kick to the chest barely moved Axel that dude is a beast!

Oh poor Axel. He is love-starved and jumped to the wrong conclusion. My poor baby.

Devon’s gonna call Kenny. DO IT.

Is Anthony about to chug laxatives to make up for something he didn’t do?

THANK GOD FOR CALLING, DEVON.

…I’m weirdly here for sexual tension fight. OH DAMN GET IT YOU TWO!

Oh fuck you Zara. I don’t blame you but also you bitch! (Maybe nothing happened)

OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME SHE’S OKAY OH THANK GOD.

…this jetlag whiplash is gonna be insane for these two.

Damn Carmen okay, show up for 2 seconds and be a badass.

OH MY GOD THEY FUCKED ON THE BEACH?! GET IT, KIMZEN. MY NEW FAVOURITE SHIP.

Kim looks great with those beachy waves, though, regardless of if you agree about how she got them.

…so I was right and the goon was working for Terry?

IF HE IS IN A BATHTUB I’M GONNA LOSE IT.

OH HELL YEAH WHAT A TRIBUTE TO KK3. AMAZING. WHAT AN INCREDIBLE RETURN ALSO I AM AROUSED.

9. Blood in Blood Out

3 months earlier?

Okay Terry that hair is a choice but I’m loving the leather jacket on you.

FINALLY they explain how bs that arrest was.

…Snake is dead? RIP. Weird to call him a friend but whatever.

We’re going full villain and I’m here for it.

I will happily “get into bed with the wrong people” if “people” is Terry Silver.

OH MY GOD I LOVE THE AGGRESSIVE RETURN OF THE VILLAIN.

LONG HAIR GUY IS DENNIS WHAT A TWIST.

…Please fight in the bath.

TIG SPEAKING SPANISH I AM SWOONING.

Johnny says “screw Silver”? I WILL TAKE ON THIS RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE GOOD OF THE TEAM.

They think Kenny is working for Silver?

HANG ON, THAT SUIT IS INCREDIBLE. A bit loose, though. Please don’t let him be sick.

God the fighting in this has been amazing.

Poor Kenny.

SOMEONE, SCREW SILVER INSTEAD OF JUST TALKING ABOUT IT. HE IS TOO FINE TO GO UNFUCKED.

Brothers supporting brothers. We love to see it.

Zara is such a biiiitch.

Ohhhh the eunjangdo is missing what a move.

OH SHIT TERRY LAUGHING AND BLEEDING FROM THE NOSE NEW KINK UNLOCKED.

Oh shit THEY stole it – let’s gooooooooooooooooo!

I do hate that they broke up the Silver/Payne mentorship. BUT DON’T DO IT KENNY.

LET’S GO KENNY!

OH MY GOD FLIPPING OFF SILVER DRAMATICALLY IS SO FUN.

We’re finally a team, at the 11th hour.

AWWW BINARY BROS HUGGING IT OUT.

…Does Kwon have the eunjangdo?

Awww Kim is hurt by Chozen calling it a mistake, poor bb. I THINK HE WAS JUST PLAYING IT COOL THE WAY YOU WANTED.

Kwon is such a douche and I am nowhere close to sick of it.

I’m a fan of all the flipping off going on this season, We’re being petty and crass and that’s exactly my speed.

GOD I love the music in this damn show.

Even Chozen knows the Binary Bros!

JUST GET THE POINT YOU THEATRICAL BUFFOON.

Holy shit what a win!

…But I think I heard something about one of the other teams getting eliminated because of doping or something so I’m gonna bet Cobra Kai is back.

Daniel can you not just let something happy happen for once without being a smug little prick?

Oh my god I love Silver so much. Take the bait, Danny-Boy.

Aaaaand we’ve just sent Daniel into a spiral. WHY ARE YOU SO EASILY MANIPULATED BY TALL SEXY MAN, DANIEL? …Not that I blame you.

“Did Silver just serve you papers?” Johnny Lawrence, I love you.

…Kreese gonna commit murder? WHOMST?!

Y’all when I tell you that these 5 episodes have more than made up for everything in Season 6 part 1 I mean it.

10. Eunjangdo

Last episode. Let’s go.

Daniel stop having a nightmare please I want to get to the real issues in present day, not you realizing that humans aren’t all black and white. You’re a grown man.

Although tbh who’s to say that Terry didn’t just forge those records? Why would Daniel choose to believe him? He’s really stupid.

…Okay but poor little Daniel missing his mentor does hurt – he’s got the childlike innocence in his eyes. Poor baby.

THAT MIYAGI LINE IS MY ISSUE WITH DANIEL LARUSSO IN A NUTSHELL. NOT WILLING TO ACCEPT.

…HOLY FUCK IT’S MR. MIYAGI. Not terrible effects imo.

Oh he actually took it to Gunther and got confirmation. Doing something smart for once. Okay.

Also Miyagi fought in a war? Are we to believe Daniel never realized that he’s killed people before?

Oh Zara you’re kind of a little bitch. ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES, MS. MALIK.

Nice bruise on your face, Mr. Kwon Douche. (I still love you though)

TORY/ROBBY FOREVER.

KICK HIS ASS TORY. Damn, Kim interrupting my fun.

Oh… we’re getting a Cobra Husbands arc this episode. FUCK ALREADY.

Terry with his sleeves rolled up is just *chef’s kiss*

Of course it’s the Russians with the doping scandal.

Gunther is a scary mofo and I’d love to see him fight.

So only one of our girlies will go on to kick Zara’s ass. And I really hope that it’s Tory, for her sake.

GOD TERRY WITH HIS BARE CHEST AND HIS SMIRK. I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MY LOVE.

Miguel is being so adorably supportive of his boy. I still think it’s too fast, but I’m in a giving mood today because the rest of this has been SO. MUCH. FUN.

I also kinda like that Devon is still there as a non-competitor.

“Must pull heads out of asses?” CHOZEN YOU SHOWED UP DRUNK AND CLASSLESS MERE HOURS AGO.

Okay but Johnny is right, Daniel? Why are you being a little bitch? Stop prioritizing your own bs when your daughter is about to get her ass kicked by 1-2 bad ass women! BE THERE FOR THE KIDS, DANIEL-SAN, LIKE MIYAGI WAS FOR YOU.

Kreese talking about war? GIVE US BARRETT AND NICK IN A FLASHBACK, YOU COWARDS.

Kreese is a sonuvabitch but I do think there’s something there with him and Tory.

Miguel parenting these grown men – HE IS A BORN LEADER TOO. AND SAYING EXACTLY WHAT NEEDED TO BE SAID.

I love a good training montage to 80’s music. It’s my lifeblood. Also wasn’t Chozen going to train them? Is he…otherwise occupied? ;P

GOD I’M SO PUMPED UP LET’S GO TO SPAIN EVERYONE.

Okay it’s fighting time, where is my man? OKAY I SAW HIM BLURRILY IN THE BACKGROUND AND WOULD RECOGNIZE HIS SILHOUETTE ANYWHERE <3

Anthony you’re such a fucking asshole. SHOW YOUR MOTHER SOME RESPECT.

So if there’s unlimited scoring then when does the match end?

I want Tory to win – girl needs it. Sorry Sam.

DAMN KWON.

Wait is this Spanish chick the one that was hitting on Dimitri and Hawk?

Zara is so fucking arrogant I love it and I hope she gets KILLED by Tory (not for real).

Omg Tory telling Kim how it is – THE STUDENTS HAVE BECOME THE SENSEI THIS EPISODE.

LET’S GO ROBBY. (Sorry Axel, I hope you find love and happiness and the opportunity to be more than a killing machine)

HOLY SHIT AXEL. I worry what he’d be doing if Miguel had been captain.

Omg he’s doing the same move that Terry did to Daniel in Stingray’s apartment… <3

OH MY GOD THE RUSSIAN SENSEI TOOK OUT GUNTER.

HOLY CRAP THEY WEREN’T LYING ABOUT AN ALL OUT KARATE BRAWL.

I GUESS I’LL BE FINDING OUT WHAT AXEL WOULD DO TO MIGUEL.

TERRY PLEASE DON’T GET INVOLVED I WORRY ABOUT KREESE.

THIS IS CHAOS AND I CAN’T STOP SCREAMING.

…Is Chozen gonna defend Kim and make her reevaluate her life decisions? HELL YEAH. GET MARRIED AND MAKE TERRIFYING KARATE BABIES.

Terry’s taking a phonecall he’s at risk of Kreese.

WOLF VS JOHNNY LET’S GO.

Kreese you leave the love of your life alone. You stop this foolishness right now.

Are Hawk and Diego gonna share a weird hair bro moment?

Hell yeah Gunther knock that guy OUT.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m having the BEST TIME.

If Johnny Lawrence stops Kreese from killing Silver, I’m going to have a lot of feelings to process.

Terry, baby, don’t.

He dropped it. Someone else (Kwon) is gonna pick it up.

Oh god the lighting I am TURNED ON.

Terry fighting in a suit let’s goooooo!

Pulling the curtain down, what a damn showman. <3 Our man loves theatricality THIS IS WHAT THE CULT OF TIG IS ALL ABOUT.

Aww, Keenry for life.

…Sam/Tory for life?

Axel acting like King Kong over here “UGGA UGGA SAVE GIRL WHO DOESN’T LIKE ME BACK UGGA UGGA”.

Oh no, Kwon found the knife. I KNEW THAT WAS HIS HAND IN THE TRAILER AND YET I AM STILL SURPRISED.

OH TERRENCE THAT LINE.

…JOHNNY SAVED KREESE?! YOU FOOL.

But also if they’re gonna fight I’m also happy.

Oh DAMN Johnny kicked Silver’s ass. (I still love you baby)

…Congratulations Kwon, you played yourself.

Even Terry’s like “oh damn”.

MY LOVES ARE ALIVE AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS.

[maccreadysbaby]

me: i dont like men with long hair, man buns and man ponytails are ew

my sister: legolas greenleaf, linhardt von hevrig, felix fraldarius, the crow, emile von bartels, keith kogane, yuri leclerc, prince caspian, loki, dimitri blaiddyd, aragorn-

me: STOP LOOKING AT ME

[aq-s74]

(WIP post)

these are basically just references (for future-me to one day learn how to draw at least a bit more realistic 😔)

B²TSM Disillusioned AU Faceclaims List

(character descriptions do not necessarily align with model's gender/race/nationality/etc.)

Juhan

Description: medium/long hair, fat/plus-size, Black, male

Ludwig

Description: curly short hair (mullet?), Brown, Hispanic

Peter

Description: straight/wavy short hair, Biracial (Asian, White), male

Eddy 🍊

Dimitri

Description: straight (sometimes fluffy) short hair, Asian, Latine

Brett 🐑

Min Yoon-gi (Suga) from BTS

Lee Ji-hoon (Woozi) from Seventeen

Amadeus

androgynous look, white/pink/light-colored fluffy long hair (usually in a ponytail), Asian

Kento Yamazaki

Jae-young Park

Nícolas

semi-androgynous look, curly/wavy long hair, tan, Latino

[strangerthingslover69]

A blast from the last ~ part 2

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing and smut

You were woken up the next morning to the smell of something delicious. You got on your pjs’, you tend to sleep naked and strolled through to the kitchen seeing the two men already up and awake. Hop was cooking something on the stove and Dmitri was making a fresh pot of coffee. He turned ready to set the table and noticed you standing there. His eyes roamed your body. Admiring your cute little shorts and small crop top, no bra of course. ‘Morning boys’ you said as you sat down. ‘Morning’ the both said at the same time. ‘Coffee?’ Dmitri asked pouring a mug full. ‘Ooh yes please’ you take the mug and ask Hop, ‘what you cooking there?’ ‘Oh nothing much’ he makes his way over, plonks the plate down in front you of. ‘My favourite!’ You said excitedly. Hop’s homemade pancakes with strawberries and syrup. You licked your lips as the food. The two men sat beside you with their food and you all began to eat. ‘God Hop, you do make the best pancakes. I’ve missed these!’ You say shoving another forkful in your mouth. ‘I hope your missed me too not just my pancakes’ Hop says jokingly to you nudging you foot under the table. ‘Of course! So how did you guys sleep?’ You ask. ‘Like a baby’ Hop says. ‘Very good, thank you’ Dmitri says with a warm smile. ‘What did you guys wanna do today?’ You look to the men in question. ‘Well I’ve got to go show my face to the station, I haven’t had chance to drop by. I can’t wait to see there faces.’ Hop says putting down his fork and stretching up. His top lifting slightly showing off his snail trail. You want to lick it. ‘Well me and Dimitri could go to the supermarket? And we also need to get you guys some clothes’ you offer. ‘That would be a good idea’ Dmitri says as he finishes he last piece of pancake. Some syrup dribbles down his chin. you giggle as he hasn’t realised. ‘What?’ He asks confused. ‘You got a little-‘ you point to his chin. He somehow completely misses it. ‘Come here’ you jest and he leans forward. Your faces so close to one another, you want to lick it off his chin. You don’t but you want to badly. You take your finger and swipe it up, feeling daring you put it into your mouth and suck it off. A loud pop as you take your finger out. ‘Yummy’ you say with a wink. Dimitri’s mouth hangs open as you exit to get ready for the day. ‘I told you she’s trouble’ Hop said to Dmitri as they finished there coffee.

You decided on a low cut and flowery yellow sundress today with some golden sandals. You put your hair in a high ponytail and only a gentle touch of mascara with a pink lipgloss. It was going to be a hot day. You decided against a bra but you put on a lacey pink thong and was ready for the day. When you went in the living room the two men were waiting for you. They’d managed to find some summery clothes for this hot weather. Hop in some light brown shorts with a short sleeved shirt and Dmitri in denim shorts with a white sleeveless vest. ‘Looking good fellas’ you said with a wink, ‘ready to go? I’ll drop you off at the station first Hop?’ ‘Yeah that’s be great thanks’ he says walking up to you, he moves closer to your ear, ‘you look very good yourself honey’ you shiver at his breath against your ear. Honey. An old nickname he use to call you, it felt good to hear it again. You waited as Dmitri was just getting some shoes on. He got up and walked towards you, you both walk out together, his hand on your lower back guiding you. ‘You look very сексуальный (sexy) Y/N хороший достаточно ко есть’ (good enough to eat) he said seductively in you ear. He made his way to the car and you locked up. You had no idea what Dmitri had just said to you but it sounded very good and made you feel excited.

The drive to the station was quick, Hop leant over and gave you hug goodbye. ‘This should be interesting’ Hop says to you both. ‘You’ll be fine, they will all be so happy to see you don’t worry!’ You say bringing your arms up to rub his cheek. He leans into your touch and kisses your hand. ‘Yeah, you’re right, enjoy your day you two. Dmitri make sure this one behaves’ he turns to you with a wink. ‘I can only try my best, good look American’ Dmitri replies to him. You watch Hop enter the building, he looks nervous bless him. He will be fine. Before you pull away you’re confused when Dmitri gets out of the car only to sit at the front with you. ‘This is much better here’ he says reaching his hand across to your bare thigh. ‘Much better’ he mumbles to himself.

You pick up most of the stuff you need. Making sure there’s plenty of food and drink for you all and some men’s toiletries. They can’t keep smelling like you even though they didn’t mind. You made your round some shops and picked up a fair few clothes for Dmitri and Hop. You stomach began to grumble, you’d be shopping for hours now. ‘Wanna get something to eat? There’s a burger place five minutes from here?’ You ask Dmitri. ‘Sounds good’ he replies. You walk there and sit down, it’s not overly busy so a few free tables. You chose a a corner booth. The waitress came over and took your orders, you ordered a bacon burger, fries and a chocolate milkshake. Dmitri ordered a cheese burger, fries and a coke. As you waited the food to come you and Dmitri got talking about his life back in Russia. ‘I worked and basically lived in that hell hole my whole time. I never got to go home much. I missed my family.’ He said with a sad look on his face. ‘Family?’ You asked. ‘Yes, I was married, been divorced a long time now. We have a son together, Mikhail. I have not seen him in a long time. My ex wife, Martha, she took him away. I don’t know where they are. I don’t know if I’ll see him again.’ He stops talking and looks into the distant. You move yourself from you seat and sit next to him. Taking his hands in yours and holding them, ‘I’m so sorry Dmitri, I had no idea. I hope you can reunite one day. I can imagine you as a great dad’ he looks up at you with watery eyes and a small smile. He brings your hands to his lips and kisses them. ‘You are too kind Y/N thank you.’ You get butterflies as he looks lovingly into your eyes. Your snapped back to reality when your food is brought. You drop your hands from one another and start eating. The conversation of his son is not brought up again.

You chit chat about other stuff as you eat. He asks about your childhood, your job (lucky for you, you booked two weeks for this week last month) and what you do for fun. As you finish your food you are stuffed. You’d forgot about your milkshake. You bring the sweet drink and take a sip, ‘mmm, sooo good’ you say happily. Dmitri is looking at your lips on the straw. ‘You want to try some?’ You ask holding the straw to his mouth. He leans down and takes a sip. ‘Mmm it is very good.’ You use your finger and take some cream off the top, you pop it in your mouth sucking your finger clean of it. You go to to it again when you feel Dmitri grab your wrist, you didn’t realise he had been watching you. He takes your finger with cream and puts in his his mouth. Sucking it all off, making a pop sound when your finger comes out his mouth. Just like you did with him this morning. Your mouth parts and you lick your lips as it feels rather dry now. You are looking into one an others eyes, you can feel the heat coming off you both. His wondering hand rubbing up and down your bare thigh slowly getting higher making its way up to your - ‘hey guys, thought I’d find you in here!’ Hops says taking the empty seat across from you. ‘Callahan gave me a lift.’ He calls the waitress over and orders a cheeseburger for himself. ‘I’m starving! You guys good?’ He asks taking a sip of your milkshake. His tongue wiggling around in the straw. You remember how that tongue felt on your pussy. You were a hot horny mess and the fact Dmitri’s hand was still on your thigh didn’t help. You clear your throat, ‘yeah, all good, got you some stuff. How’d it go at the station?’ You ask as the waitress comes over with Hops food and he begins to eat. ‘Well they were surprised as you can imagine, Flo passed out poor thing. She’s fine though.’ As Hop continued to talk about how it was being back at the station your mind was having a hard time focusing. Dmitri’s hand was making its way up your thigh, up to your dress and finally to your knickers. He rubbed in between your clothed pussy. Making you move slightly. You needed to be as still as you possibly could. You leant across the table and rested your hand on you chin to cover your mouth. You really wanted to listen to Hop but Dmitri’s fingers moved your knickers out of the way and starting rubbing his finger up and down your slit. Dmitri turns his body to get a better angle Hop hasn’t seemed to notice so he continues. You feel his finger collect your wetness and rub your throbbing clit. You move your legs wider so he can get better access. You bite your lip hard as he circles your clit getting faster and faster making your head spin. Hop is oblivious some how or if he had noticed he hasn’t said. He was talking about trying to get his old job back, you think that’s what he said but with Dmitri now adding a couple of fingers deep inside of you not much of what he says is making sense. Dmitri’s fingers are pumping in and out of you so hard you let out an accidental moan, you try to cover it with a cough but Hop knows what you sound like and he instantly gets hard as is Dmitri. He still doesn’t say anything though.

‘So Honey, tell me what you two have been up to?’ Hop asks with a smirk knowing you’re gonna find it hard to talk with Dmitri fucking you with his fingers so good. You look at Dmitri for some help but he just smiles back at you. These men know exactly what they are doing so much so you feel Dmitri adds another finger and reaching old places you haven’t felt in a long time. ‘S-so we went to the the supermarket. G-got some food, dr-rinks and toiletries. W-w went to the erm’ you can feel yourself getting close. Dmitri is pumping you relentlessly. Hop leans forward to you reaching his hand out to you, you reluctantly take. ‘Come on Honey, what did you do after?’ He asks in a low voice. Your hand unintentionally squeezes his. ‘We we got c-clothes for you both.’ ‘For who?’ Hop asks squeezing your hand back. ‘F-for you and D-Dmtiri’ you moan his name, you can’t control yourself anymore. You bite down on your lip and you cum so hard on Dmitri’s fingers, you dig you nails into Hop’s hand as you finish leaving marks. You are breathless and can’t quite believe what has just happened. Dmitri slowly takes him fingers out of your pussy, he examines them before sucking each one clean. Hop moves his hand away with a light laugh. You have no idea how no one noticed you three. But you a thankful no one did.

‘Can we get the bill please!’ Hop calls over to the waitress. She brings it over and you a pay insisting as they have hardly any money. You compose yourself before leaving after having one hot orgasm and each make your way back to the car. Dmitri and Hop both sit in the back this time and have a quiet conversation you don’t know what it’s about but you don’t care, you just turn up the radio and listen. You are on a high from cumming. What you didn’t know is what will be waiting for you once you got home