#tory nichols wallpaper

[taughtdefense]

you sit cross-legged on the unmade hotel bed, staring at the wallpaper, your eyes tracing its intricate patterns without really seeing them. the room feels too large, the stillness suffocating. your hands rest on your thighs, trembling just enough to remind you how raw your nerves are.

"sulking alone again. really?"

the voice pierces the silence, sharp & familiar. silver.

you don't flinch, don't turn your head. he isn't there, not really—you know that. but knowing doesn’t make him any less real to you.

"you can't keep ignoring me forever, ethan," he purrs. his voice is honeyed poison, smooth & cutting & all the more grating. "face it: you're falling apart, & you've got no one to blame but yourself."

your jaw tightens, & your fists clench around the fabric of your sweatpants. "fuck off," you mutter.

silver laughs—a cruel, mocking sound that makes your skin crawl. "oh, i’m just getting started. let's talk about nichols. she finally came to her senses, dumped your little band of misfits, & went back to cobra kai—right where she belongs. it was a smart move, really. too bad it just proves how weak you are."

the mention of tory sends a knife through your heart. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the rush of memories: her unwavering loyalty, & her love, which she showed to you in her own way. & now? she’s gone back to kreese & kim.

the betrayal cut deeper than you'd expected. you're not angry—not really. just hollow, like another part of you has been carved out & left to bleed.

"she made her choice," you say softly, voice shaking despite your effort to sound firm.

"& where did that get you? you got left behind," silver taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "abandoned. again. robby. tory. how long before the others leave you too?"

your breath catches, your chest tight. you know it's a lie, that it's silver trying to worm his way deeper into your mind. but the seed of doubt has already been planted, & you can feel it taking root.

you swallow hard, the lump in your throat impossible to dislodge. your thoughts spiral—if tory went back, what does that mean for her? for you? you've seen what kreese & silver do to people, how they both twist them until they're unrecognizable. silver did it with kenny; he burrowed into his mind in a similar way that he's lodged himself into yours.

& the worst part? there's a tiny, venomous whisper in the back of your mind that agrees with him.

maybe you weren't strong enough to keep her here. maybe you aren't strong enough to keep anyone.

a sharp knock at the door jolts you, your head snapping toward the sound like prey startled by a predator. your heart lurches in your chest, & instinctively, you stretch your senses outward to get a better idea of who it is, so there's not any surprises. the heartbeats on the other side are steady, familiar. robby. johnny.

normally, that would ease the tension gripping your spine, but silver's voice snakes through your thoughts before you can catch a breath.

"looks like your husband & sensei are both here to check on you," he sneers, his tone dripping with venom. "how sweet. you must be giving off quite the pitiful vibe for both of them to come running. or maybe something’s wrong—better put on a good show so you don't worry them."

your throat tightens, the words sinking their claws into you. your hands tremble as you push yourself off the bed, legs unsteady as though the carpet beneath your feet has turned to quicksand.

"don't mess it up," silver continues, his voice sharper now, each word like the crack of a whip. "but we both know that robby's worried. he always is. poor robby, saddled with someone who can't even hold himself together. who needs to constantly be saved. how long until he realizes you're just dead weight?"

you stop halfway to the door, your breath catching in your chest. your fingers dig into your palms, the sharp sting grounding you even as your mind spirals.

"& johnny?" silver chuckles, cold & cruel. "he's probably here out of obligation, not care. why would he care? he didn't even care about his own son until it was too late. but you, ethan? you're just another stray he picked up. another responsibility he doesn't want."

your vision blurs for a moment, the edges of the room distorting as the panic rises in your throat. you clench your jaw, forcing yourself to keep moving, one step after another toward the door.

your hand hovers over the doorknob, shaking. every instinct screams to retreat, to shut them out, to drown out silver's voice. but you can't. if you don't open the door, they'll just worry more, & you can't bear the thought of that.

you inhale sharply, trying to steady yourself. "shut the fuck up," you whisper under your breath, barely audible.

your stomach churns as you finally turn the knob, the faint tremor in your hand the only outward sign of the storm raging inside.

when you open the door, both @taughtpain & @eaglescores are standing there, & you're too preoccupied to notice their expressions. your eyes languidly flicker between them cautiously, but it’s like you’re looking through them rather than at them, your breath catching as you fight the gnawing edge of panic. without thinking, you step forward & wrap your arms tightly around robby, pulling him into you before he can even react. his warmth seeps into your skin, grounding you for a fleeting moment, but the silence presses too heavily around you. you automatically bend down like you’ve done so many times before, burying your face against his shoulder, your mind racing. something's wrong—it has to be. the thought strikes like a match being thrown onto gasoline, & your grip on robby tightens, your shaking fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt tightly.

"what's wrong?" you whisper, voice unsteady, the question spilling out before you can stop it. your paranoia flares violently, each second of silence between you & their answers, whatever they may be, feeding the spiraling fear that you're about to hear something you can't handle. "robby," it's pure instinct to ask your husband first, to seek him out for comfort, paranoia rooted firmly in your mind thanks to silver sending you into a rapid, downward spiral once more, "what… what happened? is it miguel? sam? tory? our friends back home? did someone get hurt?"

[nosferat4]

Tory Nichols - Cobra Kai Season 5 - Icons

[mylittlepluk]

Self made lockscreens

Cobra Kai ladies:

• Hannah Kepple (Moon) • Annalisa Cochrane (Yasmine) • Mary Mouser (Sam LaRusso) • Peyton List (Tory Nichols)

[trashy-bowtie]

I've hated this show for the last year, but now I've fallen irrevocably in love with it. It's all thanks to this woman, Tory Nichols, so I decided to make a lockscreen dedicated to her (because I also couldn't find any good ones). As always, like/reblog if you save and give me credit!

[616deadpool]

Miyagi-Do Lockscreens • like/rb if you use

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[daniela2908of]

Cobra Kai wallpaper aesthetic

[terrence-silver]

Picture this. End of S5. Two days after that humiliating ambush on his turf. His turf!

They put him behind bars, for however insanely short time it took to figure out who exactly they were dealing with, but nobody puts Terry Silver in a cage and lives. He will get on that.

But what nags at him more is the feeling of betrayal. Kim Da Eun and her haughty favouritism. Chozen - a man he showered in hospitality and warmth. Daniel LaRusso, whom he had given every chance, Tory Nichols, whom he had gifted a championship, Kenny Payne, who he had mentored. Time itself.

John.

He had tried to fill the empty spaces time left before, but he always knew he was a romantic. All or nothing. Fake is worse than nothing, as Cheyenne showed. And maybe he'd been wrong? He felt that there were chances, paths not taken, with John and Daniel, with Da Eun, and he committed, because the screaming emptiness deafened him. Amends. Maybe the answer was in the past.

But all it left him with, again, were ashes.

So here he is, feral drunk, in some L.A. nightclub. Of course his revenge will sustain him, it always has. But the hollowness has to be filled with something, and music has always been a balm.

And there they are. Beloved. An honest to God thunderbolt to his heart.

Terry knows when things are real.

And he has no time for games. He corners his Beloved like a beast fighting to mate, all raw power and violence, but Beloved - they'll find out what that means soon enough, Terry has not a breath to waste - meets it with as much fire, maybe they've seen war as well. When he has them, he's still enraged.

"Where were you?" he spits, grip vice, this side of tender. "I needed you!"

Beloved raises their eyebrows. "Maybe you didn't deserve me yet."

Terry's response?

---

-"Screw deserving!"-

Terry snaps, leaning on his elbow sinking into the mattress in the neon-lit backroom of a crowded club, the bass of the music on the stage echoing against the sound proof walls covered in multicolored wallpaper, still hungering for more even after counting round three on a bed in a Beverly Hills nightspot he came to unwind in, fresh from behind bars and a meeting with his lawyers and attorney, the end goal being getting drunk, getting high, getting pumped for the epilogue of his battle dance. Honing his taste for blood in the electrical current of midnight and the blazing pump of humanity. In Vietnam, nearly half a century ago from now, the boys would smear each other with war paint before heading out into the bush, never to return again. Here, Terry had nothing but himself and rituals guided by instinct. There would be no talks of deserving here, only destiny. Fate. Chance. In the most unlikely of places. Lighting. Recognition. I know your face, whispers an oddly familiar voice from the crowd. Maybe love at first sight exists. It does. It really does. Maybe life could be an old silver-screen picture once in a lifetime, when two people meet, the credits say 'Fin' and devotion is forever.

-"You should've been born forty years ago!"- He adds, gritted teeth.

-"You should've been there when the world was fucking bullshit for decades and decades at a time and I was clawing from the gates of hell for someone's hand, practically paying these pieces of shit for an ounce of anything real!"- His fingers graze that vulnerable spot between the outline of your neck riddled with his bites and your warm cheek as he rubs, feverish, taking in patterns of softness, patterns of skin, every curve and outline, wanting to burn it all into memory so it never leaves, all the long years of his life flashing in front of his eyes, alongside every moment he wished contained you; an existence without falsehoods, pretending, holding back, without loneliness, self-denial and masks. An existence denied to him by the juxtaposition of time itself. -"You should've reached out from the darkness to hold this."- Eyes meet in the subdued haze of your shared nest secured by a locked door, and he removes his palm from your face, entwining his hand with yours, fingers squeezing each other like a salvation raft, fitting right. Fitting perfectly. Like one being. His breathing ragged from rage, desire and serenity all at once. Catharsis.

-"I'm holding it now, aren't I?"-

You remark, gentle and warm. Nuzzling into him, comfortably serene in a post-coital glow. Terry no longer hears the music from the top floor of the club. There's no thumping shaking the room and the ground. He hears a string of amorous aria of violins shaping reality.

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I like to imagine this is the song he envisions in his head (x) @msfbgraves

[multifandomwhore-003]

"𝕯𝕰𝕷𝕴𝕽𝕴𝕺 𝕯𝕰 𝕲𝕽𝕬𝕹𝕯𝕰𝖅𝕬" 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝟔𝟎𝟎 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

El oro pudo más que mi dolor

No tuviste compasión de mi agonía

Tú, sabiendo que mi alma se moría

Con amigos, entre copas, te reías

La ambición, delirio de grandeza

Hizo en mí un ser martirizado

Porque estaba locamente enamorado

Mujer, yo no merezco esa bajeza

Espero, con el tiempo justiciero

Que retornes buscando una ilusión de amor

Y volverás a mí, así lo espero

Así lo espero, mujer sin corazón

First of all, can I just say how grateful I am for all of you? It's insane how much you mean to my heart and mental health, I will never regret being on this app. I love you all so much. I hope you enjoy these dynamics and uh, yeah, thank you.

This celebration will begin on Monday, May 2nd and will end on May 20th at 11:59pm Central Daylight Time

My oh, my Mondays:

Let's get super messy, and not so much, you can send any juicy questions about me, my writing, my personal life, or you can use it as a confessional for your own life at any given moment of this day. You can use these 1 2 3 questions as inspiration.

Track Tuesdays:

Anything music related you can ask me about my favorite song, you can ask me to make a playlist for a character even, I have playlist for some of my WIPs and stuff so you can just ask me about a few songs, maybe what songs inspired me for some of my writings, etc.

Wallpaper Wednesdays:

This might come as a shock to y'all but it became very therapeutic for me to make desktop and phone wallpapers so you can also request any show or character for me to make one, here are some of the ones I've already made.

Thirsty Thursdays:

Pretty self-explanatory, send me some thots or random hc, and let's have a fun, thirsty little conversation, I wanna get to know y'all (Ik some of y'all are NASTY). Prompt list(s)

Fluffy Fridays:

Also pretty self-explanatory, the same dynamic as Thursdays but make it comforting, sweet, and beautiful. Prompt list(s)

Spitting Saturdays:

Basically, me and you writing random thoughts, poems, haikús, anything really. My asks are open to anyone who wants to share beautiful words. Prompt list(s)

Smutty Sundays:

Saved the best for the last, I'm gonna try and write at least one blurb as a little gift to y'all because let's be honest those are the things that most of y'all read the most. Prompt list(s)

Rules PLEASE DO NOT SKIP:

I only write character(s), actor(s) and/or actress(es) x female! reader, because I identify as a female reader and I cannot and will not write the experience of male and non-binary readers, it’s not my place and I don’t wanna wrongfully represent them.

18+ MINORS PLEASE DNI.

I can write for a lot of stuff, but I definitely have my limits regarding kinks specifically, you can request whatever, but if I don't feel comfortable writing it, I won't be able to fulfill it and I will let you know.

No shape or form of hate, misogyny, racism, or any type of phobia against the LGBTQ+ community is tolerated, if you do show any of these behaviors, you will be blocked. (When I mention these negative opinions in my narratives, I always imply I DO NOT support it.

These are the people that I write for:

◙ JJ Maybank (Character, Outer Banks)

◙ Rudy Pankow (Actor)

◙ Nailea Devora (Youtuber, Influencer)

◙ Madelyn Cline (Actress)

◙ Olivia Rodrigo (Actress, Singer)

◙ Alexa Demie (Actress, Singer)

◙ Sydney Sweeney (Actress)

◙ Victoria Pedretti (Actress)

◙ Peter Parker (Character, MCU, TASM saga, Sami Raimi's saga)

◙ Kate Bishop (Character, MCU)

◙ Yelena Belova (Character, MCU)

◙ Wanda Maximoff (Character, MCU)

◙ Druig (Character, MCU)

◙ Thena (Character, MCU)

◙ Ajak (Character, MCU)

◙ Sersi (Character, MCU)

◙ Matt Murdock (Character, MCU)

◙ Karen Page (Character, MCU)

◙ Robby Keene (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Tory Nichols (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Hawk / Eli Moskowitz (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Fezco (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Elliot (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Kat (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Maddy (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Cassie (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Lexi (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Adrian Chase (Character, Peacemaker)

◙ Emilia Harcourt (Character, Peacemaker)

◙ Bruce Wayne (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Selina Kyle (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Riddler (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Jeff Winger (Character, Community)

◙ Annie Edison (Character, Community)

◙ Troy Barnes (Character, Community)

◙ Abed Nadir (Character, Community)

I really hope you guys participate and enjoy this, again, thank you so much, you mean the world to me

[616deadpool]

Cobra Kai lockscreens • like/rb if you use • check out my twitter @ deviipooi