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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

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Part 6. In My Hands.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Mentions and sexual harassment. Angst. Humiliation. Cursed words. Word Count: 3551 words. A/N: Hello peeps! This is a kind reminder that you need to fix your posture.

I still remember the terrible day I met Naoya Zenin. Six years ago, my first coach told me that I had to expand my horizons if I wanted to reach my full potential, so he sent me to the top jiujitsu gym in the country. This was before Team Black Gym even existed. The Zenin dojo was a beautiful temple on the outskirts of traditional Kyoto. There were several satisfying zen gardens, tall bamboo stalks and small ponds with beautiful koi swimming around. I felt dirty stepping into such a pure and sacred place.

I shyly walked into the dojo. I had taken off my shoes to step on the tatami, so I wouldn’t get it dirty. The place was packed with fighters training the same move at the same time on the count of an old man who was analyzing each one of them. The walls were decorated with display weapons, scrolls with calligraphy, flags, and symbols of martial arts. The sensei started a break as soon as his eyes landed on me.

“Welcome, you must be the student Geto sent,” he said while his eyes analyzed my physique without impudence.

At that time I didn't have so much muscle, and it was obvious that I was a beginner compared to them. I had barely been training jiujitsu seriously for two years. I was sure he thought I was just a scrawny, innocent girl.

“Thank you for letting me into your dojo. I promise I will try my best,” I said, bowing politely.

“You are not part of this dojo yet,” he corrected me. “I’ll test you to know if you really belong here,” he explained serenely.

I nervously tightened the strap of the gym bag across my body. I was used to facing off in national competitions, but this was different. I would have to fight someone from the Zenin family, someone who had probably practiced martial arts since birth. Someone who was light years ahead of me.

The sensei called out a blond boy with black tips, he was taller and more muscular than me. A very attractive boy, but that didn't matter now. Was I supposed to face a man? I had only faced women before, could I really beat him? In that case, I had to show off so I wouldn’t disappoint Geto.

“Meet my son, Naoya. If you beat him, you can stay,” Naobito explained without further ado before he went to sit on a small cushion that was on a step at the back.

“Nervous?” Naoya asked me as we stretched out in front of each other to start the fight.

“I have never faced a man before,” I confessed.

“Don't worry, I won't be so rough with you,” he said with a smile.

“Naoya, such behavior is unacceptable!” Naobito exclaimed in annoyance.

“I'm sorry, I just can't hurt such a pretty girl,” Naoya smiled warmly at me.

I think it was the first time I felt my heart fluttering for a boy. That only made me even more nervous. Not only am I facing a boy for the first time, it would be the first time I would be facing a boy I like. So far he has only been kind and warm towards me. I wish he had stayed that way.

“Please, give me your best. Make me try my hardest,” I asked him nicely.

“I like your attitude,” He complimented me. My cheeks couldn't help blushing at that.

After Naobito announced the start of the fight, Naoya went straight for my ribs with a kick. He was extremely agile and fast. I could barely dodge it on time. I knew this wouldn't be just like any other fight. All confidence vanished in me with each jab that made my feet instinctively recoil. I was fast, but not fast enough to dodge every punch.

I was a floor fighter by instinct, so my best strategy was to take him down. I contorted my body to try to apply a headlock, but he wouldn't let me. He was like a worm slipping through my fingers. As soon as he maneuvered to grab my wrists tightly, I knew I had made a big mistake. Naoya was also a floor fighter. Luck really wasn't on my side this time.

We were two contortionists fighting for dominance. Time was a blurry concept, my limbs were screaming for a rest and my mind was arguing with my body that we had to resist if we wanted a place among the Zenin. I would do everything in my power not to lose this fight.

I elbowed him in his exposed cheek in a window of opportunity. I took the opportunity to pin him against the ground, his arms were against his chest and he was kneeing me in the back. I thought I had the fight won, but I didn't consider my opponent's amazing flexibility. He wrapped his right leg around my abdomen and cornered me against his other leg, knocking me to the ground with the strength of his legs in an instant.

“Shit,” I gasped trying to regain control.

Naoya, having both arms free, was tearing me apart with jabs coming right and left. He had me cornered against his body like a dangerous boa as he was beating me relentlessly. I could only cover my face so he wouldn't knock me out. I was trapped, there was nothing I could do. I hit his back three times. Naoya stopped and separated from me completely.

“Good fight,” he said with his voice cracking, tired as I was.

Naoya offered me his hand to help me up. I snorted and took it kindly, I had to behave like a good loser. I think that was the moment I started to like him. Even though he was sweaty and slightly beaten, he still looked like a damn angel. His smile was intact, his hair was unruly tousled and his green eyes looked at me tenderly.

“She got Zenin on her, I like her,” Naoya said to his father after I thanked him for letting me fight him.

“Yes, it's just what Geto promised me,” Naobito mentioned while scanning me, still. “I've seen enough, tomorrow you start,” he warned me before announcing to the others that the class would continue soon. “I did it!”, I thought excitedly with a big proud smile on my face.

“Congratulations and welcome,” Naoya shook my hand again in celebration. “Do you by any chance like Chinese food?,” he asked me out of the blue. I looked at him curiously while he smiled at me.

That damn fake and hypocritical smile glittered in Team Black's small meeting room. Sukuna and the rest of his team were analyzing Naoya's fights to plan a strategy for the big fight. I had dedicated myself to watch each of his fights closely since I escaped from Zenin Gym, just to see how someone else would beat the smirk off his face, but all those hours were finally coming in handy.

“We can see that he is a good floor fighter with high stamina,” Gojo explained as he looked at the textual analysis of all his fights.

12 wins with 4 losses, a great streak without a doubt. Long and defined arms, strong legs and a beastly stamina. Half of his fights have ended quickly because he has cornered them against his body and the others have been by judges decision. He was still a superb fighter and has only improved since I met him.

“We should go to the floor. Give him some of his own medicine,” Gojo said without taking his eyes off the documents.

“I disagree,” I said while watching the fight on the screen.

“I agree with Gojo. Sukuna was able to beat Toji Fushiguro in the last fight, he has improved a lot in floor fighting thanks to you,” Nanami commented.

“I'm not saying that because I think Sukuna is not a good floor fighter, he is, but we can't go with floor in this fight,” I explained. “Naoya has two types of opponents: weak and strong. He acts very differently depending on which one he fights. The visit he paid us a month ago wasn't just to annoy us, it was to see up close what he's going to face soon,” I argued.

“And which one am I?” Sukuna asked me, raising his eyebrow with curiosity.

“Strong,” I stated. “He has only faced opponents that he has declared as strong 3 times. Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki and Aoi Todo when he got the stupid idea to fight for the heavyweight belt.”

I had seen those three fights live on television. The satisfaction of watching him suffer on the cage was better than any orgasm I've ever had. I had been watching him from afar all this time, I knew him better than he knew himself. I knew exactly what I was talking about.

“The weak are the opponents he knows he can beat easily, that's why he goes to ground quickly. With the strong ones, he usually takes his time because he knows he has no chance of beating them and only relies on his incredible endurance,” I explained.

“What exactly is your plan?” Gojo asked me, not convinced by my idea.

“We have to tire him out. Keep boxing and avoid the floor. Get him out of his comfort zone,” I explained.

“I don't think that's the best option,” the white-haired man answered.

“She knows him better than all of us. We stick with her plan,” Sukuna said determined.

“Is he defending me?” I thought surprised. I didn't think he would do something like that. I assumed he would be on Gojo's side being his lifelong trainer, but I think he noticed that this fight mattered more to me than to him. Sure, he wants to keep his belt, but I want to break his pride. He was fighting for honor, I was fighting for revenge.

“I agree with her. Sukuna is a great boxer, and now he knows how to escape from the floor. That way he can tire him out for the last rounds,” Yuuji commented.

“Well, I think that settles it,” Nanami sighed looking at Gojo.

We left the meeting room, Nanami and Gojo went back to the office, while Sukuna, Yuuji and I were going back to training. I already had a foolproof training plan in mind to get my champion in his best possible shape. I would do anything to see Naoya suffer live.

“Thank you for defending me back there. I assure you that you won't regret it,” I promised him.

“I didn't defend you, I just made a good decision,” Sukuna said without paying much attention to me.

“Call it whatever. Thank you,” I smiled at him anyway.

He looked at me like he always did, cold and serious. Every day I felt that I was getting closer to him. We may not have been the best of friends, but Sukuna knew he could trust me completely. I was really proud to have progressed that way with him.

“Let's train!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“I'm sorry to interrupt you,” someone said behind Sukuna. It was the physiotherapist, Shoko. “It's time for your session,” she reminded us.

“That's right,” Sukuna checked the time on his phone. “You can go now. See you tomorrow,” he said goodbye before following Shoko to her office.

Sometimes I was surprised how often Sukuna needed so many sessions with the physiotherapist. It was at least one every week. When I was fighting, I didn't need more than one session a month. Well, that was until I messed up my neck, in which case, I went three times a week. As soon as they entered the medical room, I turned to Yuuji.

“Something wrong with him?” I asked curious.

“What are you talking about?” He asked me confused.

“Is Sukuna physically well? Why does he need so many sessions with the physio?” I clarified.

“Don't worry about him. He's fine,” he said with a small blush running down his cheeks.

“You're a bad liar, tell me what's wrong,” I asked him.

“Well, it's just he has… “sessions” with the physiotherapist. Do you know what I mean?” he asked. Yuuji said the word “sessions” with a wink.

Is Sukuna fucking the physiotherapist? That made perfect sense. She was the only woman in the gym before I arrived for a reason. I just couldn't see her being his type. Shoko was very pretty, but it seemed like she didn't put much effort into her appearance. She always wore the same clothes, plus she smoked constantly, so she always reeked of cigarettes.

“I would never have guessed it,” I commented.

“Neither do I. It's hard to tell with him, though. He's never had a girlfriend or even dated,” Yuuji commented.

“That damn personality is the problem,” I thought. Sukuna was a ridiculously attractive man. While I was researching workouts that I could implement into his training, it occurred to me to look up his name on the internet. The first thing that popped out at me was the cover he appeared on for Men’s Health magazine. He looked amazing in the skin-tight bathing suit they had put him in while he was getting out of a pool. The drips sliding down his body, the tattoos decorating his sculpted body and his piercing gaze. My mouth dropped to the floor in shock.

“But I guess he's got the girls going crazy,” I mumbled in envy.

“Yeah, he was the bad boy of the school. They all wanted to date him,” Yuuji explained.

I could imagine him arriving at high school on a motorcycle like a rebel, leather jacket and dark glasses. Posing like a real unattainable hunk out of a chick lit movie. The girls surrounding him as he walked through the halls, not paying attention to any of them.

“But he was once a horny teenager, he must have liked someone,” I commented.

“I don't remember any girls at our school that he liked, but he would blush every time Megan Fox was on-screen when we watched Transformers. I'm sure it made him feel a type of way,” Yuuji said, trying not to laugh at the memory.

“I don't blame him. Megan Fox made all of us feel a type of way.”

We both started laughing and then said goodbye. The drive home was quicker than I thought it would be. I started mentalizing everything I needed to do when I got to my apartment. Doing my laundry, planning this week's workout, making my lunches, doing the dishes… So my mind was entertained until I got to my building.

I walked up the stairs slowly, tired from today's workout, until I reached the fifth floor. I walked through the halls to the rhythm of the song playing in my headphones. I was almost there. I was so happy to finally rest for a while, until I saw an obstacle in front of the door.

Naoya was standing in front of my apartment dressed in a suit and a small bouquet of my favorite flowers. “What the fuck is he doing here? How does he know I live here?” I wondered as I stopped in my tracks to remove my headphones. He quickly noticed my presence and smiled at me like the cynical fucker he is.

“You're finally here, I still haven't learned your work schedule,” he said while scratching the back of his neck.

“Have you been following me again?” I asked upset as I approached him.

“I just want to make sure you're okay, that's all,” He answered. “Look, I brought you your favorite flowers.”

Our fingers brushed as I took the bouquet. That simple touch made me remember of moments what I wanted to bury in the graveyard of my memories. When we were a happy, loving, healthy couple, before he became an obsessed maniac. I threw the bouquet roughly at his feet in total rejection and slapped him.

“I don't want anything from you. Get the fuck out of here before I punch you for real,” I ordered him.

“Why are you playing hard to get and cold?” He asked as if he really didn't know why.

“Because when I was easy, you almost raped me!” I exclaimed without shame that someone else heard our argument, if this could be called an argument. Talking to Naoya was like talking to a wall.

“It doesn't count as rape, you were my girlfriend,” he spat.

“You drugged me, asshole!”

“Whatever, I already apologized for that,” he said, downplaying the issue.

“I don't care about your apology, why can't you understand that? It's one syllable, no, no, no! Shall I tell you in Spanish? ‘No!’” I shouted in annoyance.

“I will do my best to make you forgive me and get together with me,” Naoya said as he came closer to me. I walked away at her pace.

“And I will do everything I can to get you to stop bothering me,” I answered.

“Oh yeah?” He challenged me. “Why don't we bet on it? Since we want different things.”

“I'd rather make a deal with the devil than with you,” I snorted.

“If Sukuna wins, I'll stop bothering you forever and admit that I wanted to rape you,” he offered without hesitation. “Is he really so confident that he would win?” I thought intrigued.

“What if you win?” I asked.

“You'll have to leave Team Black and join the Zenin Clan again.” Well that was less bad than I thought, knowing his twisted mind.

“Why do you want me to join the Zenin clan?” I asked confused.

“I know I can't force you to fall in love with me again, for God's sake I'm not a monster.” Cynical bastard. “So I thought that if we spend a lot of time together, as you used to do, you will want to come back to my arms,” he explained.

“You're crazy,” I said.

“It's a great deal,” he said. I just shook my head to ignore his proposal, waiting for him to just walk away before entering my apartment. “Or don't you have faith in Sukuna?” I hate to admit that felt like a slap across the face.

“Sukuna is going to kick your ass,” I barked.

“Then let's bet if you're so sure,” Naoya offered me his hand to agree to enter the bet.

“You better hold up your end of it,” I said as I accepted his handshake.

“May the best man win,” he said before squeezing my hand to place a kiss on my knuckles. I pulled it away from him and wiped it on my sweatshirt. He picked up the bouquet from the floor and handed it to me. I reluctantly took it so he would get the hell out of here.

“Go away,” I ordered. Naoya smiled at me and left the way he came. I followed him with my eyes until he was out of my sight. As he was about to take the stairs, he turned around.

“Remember that luck is on my side, beautiful,” he said with a wink.

I used not to believe any of that before. I was sure that luck didn't exist and that the only thing that existed was unique opportunities. Believing in luck is for weaklings like Naoya who don't trust their body and abilities. That's what I thought until I met Sukuna.

“Luck may not be on my side, but it is on Sukuna's,” I said imitating his cynical smile. Naoya reciprocated and walked out of my sight.

Quickly, I entered my apartment and closed the door behind me. I dropped my gym bag by the entrance to go to the window. “No way was I going to keep this,” I thought. I opened the kitchen window and threw out the bouquet of flowers like a football as far as I could. I slammed the window shut and leaned against it to take a deep breath.

My pulse was racing. I felt anxiety invading my chest and my memories were rushing through my mind. I removed the scrunchie that held my hair in a ponytail to run my fingers through it in an attempt to calm myself.

I sat down at my small dining room table and pulled out my notebook to begin planning this week's training. I pushed out the tip of the pen with a “click”. I tried to write the first day's name and it wouldn't release ink. I scratched the entire sheet, but the ink just wouldn't come out.

“Fucking hell! I exclaimed in annoyance as I threw the pen across the apartment.

Tears filled with anger and frustration began to roll down my cheeks. I pulled my hair as I cried over the notebook. I was sick of living in fear, of Naoya always knowing where I was, of him not understanding that I didn't want to go back to him. These false memories bombarding my mind every time I saw him made me mad. I had to end this. I had to finish him off no matter what. Yes, he would fight against Sukuna, but I must pull some strings behind the scenes to ensure our victory.

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thefortressofscience · 1 month

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Random tips for writing a martial artist!

The ruleset for the competitive form of their style (ie Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Wrestling, etc...) will inform how that character approaches fighting. For example, Karate where points are awarded based on how many hits you land means that fighter might prioritize keeping someone at a distance, whereas in Knockdown Karate where victory is achieved through a KO that fighter may prioritize trying to pummel someone with close range attacks

A mixed martial artist will often have a "base" style. This is usually their first style and then they build around it by taking techniques from other styles in hopes of creating their own effective blend. Common base styles in MMA include Boxing, Wrestling, Brazilian Jiujitsu, and Muay Thai. In the last decade there's also been a wave of Karate practitioners joining MMA as well.

Related to the first two points, no two styles are fully comparable and no style is better than another. However, styles that pressure test their practitioners with a healthy dose of sparring and competitions will generally produce more competent fighters. After all, you don't get good at what you don't practice! So if you're writing a fight, the fighter with a more pressure tested background will probably come out on top more often than not.

Disabled martial artists exist, and also compete in tournaments. For example, in Paralympic Judo, the only difference is the fighters start off grabbing each other's uniform and the referee saying certain commands outloud so the fighters know to return to the center or avoid the edge of the arena.

In real life, fights between two experienced fighters are less like in movies where two characters are constantly rushing each other with few pauses. Generally, two fighters will try to feel each other out, making on the fly risk assessments with periodic high intensity exchanges. This is generally known as "explosiveness" in martial arts. Those on the higher end of explosiveness tend to resemble all out brawls more but the characters are still doing risk assessment with periodic lulls in the action. That said, this is a stylistic choice for the author, so you don't really need to consider this one if you're more interested in Rule of Cool.

A blackbelt in Japan typically does not mean the same thing it means in the West. In Japan, the first degree blackbelt is usually just a sign that you are now competent (and thus tourney-ready). It is not uncommon for a Japanese martial artist to get their shodan (first degree blackbelt) at an early age based on how many training hours they clock. Furthermore, most Japanese martial arts only have white and black belts. The colored grading system is largely a western invention to serve as a motivational tool.

Size matters. You might hear a lot about how size doesn't matter but that's just not true. A larger person has an advantage that can't be ignored. However, there are ways around this and a smaller fighter can still win. Typically, this requires the smaller fighter to keep larger foes in mind when they're training. It also requires them to strategize around their larger opponent's advantage. This applies specifically to two trained fighters. A smaller well trained person is still much more likely to defeat a larger, untrained enemy.

I want to stress these aren't rules or a do's and don't list, it's just tips for writing martial artists. You can also just disregard everything here because you're free to go hog wild. That said, I hope this can be useful to people wanting to write fights.

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supersecretmetalocalypseblog · 2 months

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Wondering what you guys think about this, but like... is the Metal Masked Assassin like... a real assassin? He's shown torturing people and stuff, so I guess he could've been paid/told to do that, but it sorta seems like he's fucking around for the most part. And, when General Crozier approaches him, he doesn't offer compensation, he offers revenge. And as far as I can tell that's the closest thing we're ever shown as like a transaction or whatever. So is he really an assassin or just a serial killer who just so happened to be called an assassin? Cause I don't even know if it's implied he does any of this as "work". Even if he did it for free, even if he just liked killing people or whatever, he would still have to do it for someone else for him to be an assassin right? In Doomstar Requim or whatever, it's just him and his brother trained to kill like literally anyone so were they just "training" on their own? just killing people? or did they like... apprentice under another assassin? Is that a thing? Like I have so many MMA lore questions that are just NEVER gonna get answered, this one is just the tip of the iceberg for me.

or wait like..... do they ever call him metal masked assassin in the show? Or is that just an us thing? like us the viewers get to call him that, because right now all I can think of is "man with the silver face" like IS HE REALLY AN ASSASSIN??????

#mtl #metalocalypse #metal masked assassin

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itspdameronthings · 9 months

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Here is a preview of the next chapter of my mini series, never letting you go.

Some say leave the past in the past. Some just moved past it. Some just can't. When it comes to seeing the very person that brings so much pain. Pain that won't heal. To this person she is a bringer of pain. Gemma. The very person who brings so much pain. She doesn't care who she hurts. Even her own daughter. Only thing on her mind were drugs, sex,and motorcycles. Now she is returning to the town that she once called home. Goal? No goal. Maybe to stir up trouble, or to make amends.

Gemma arrived into town. Hasn't changed much. Same small town vibe. Same people doing the same thing when she left. Parking at the very diner she loved so much. Thinking about the happy times with her family.Until things start to unravel. Her being drinking so much a neighbor had to take her young daughter home. Diane Miller. Person who always took care of Sunshine. She loves her as if she were her own. Sunshine. How she missed you. Wonder if you are happy. Prayers were answered when she see Diane Miller with her husband Jack leaving the diner laughing ,and eating an ice cream cone. Taking a breath she gets out," Hello love birds. See both of you are still so hung up on each other. So fucking sweet." Remark like that would rile anyone up. Diane rolls her eyes," See you never lost sense of humor,and your sense of fashion. Tats ,and tight clothes that would tip if you breath." Gemma wasn't having that. Got in her face. After blowing smoke in her face," Oh really? Says who? By looks of you? Still dressed like a fruppy lady. Least I have any man. Hi Jack." Jack rolls his eyes . Stepped between the ladies," Now see here ! There will be no fighting near my diner! One more remark against my wife. I'll make a call to the sheriff. Gemma, I don't know why you are here. So God help me.." After lighting a cigarette," I'm looking for Sunshine. By the look on your faces. You know where she is. "

Sounds of punching bags ,and gloves hitting other gloves filled the Miller/Garcia gym. Business is booming. Fighters new ,and old training. On certain days MMA fights were held here. Upstairs you are busy with massages. Nothing erotic. Mainly helping others who suffer from pains,and others need to relax. That feeling made you feel good. To help people. Resting on the office couch. Exhausted from being on your feet for the last few hours. Eyes started to close till a famiar voice filled the room," Care for a nice snack little one?" William. Your big brother to the rescue. One person other than Benny who was always there growing up. Took good care of you when things got tough. Since your father passed away in a young age. Mother who left you alone most of the time. Till one day she left,and never came back. Diane and Jack took you in. Gave you a safe place to stay,and feel loved. For the first time.You felt like you belong in a loving family. Now you are officially married to your soulmates. Never thought you ever be well protected like you are now.

Taking a bite of your blackberry muffin smiling," Thanks big brother. Always know what I need. How is it going downstairs? Hope the boys aren't getting hurt." Will smiles as he sits next to you. Arm around your shoulder," Oh the usual. Lots of instructions being yelled across the room. Benny is trying to impress the young teenagers. Pope sits him straight." That made you laugh. Knocks at the door filled the room. Will looks up to see his beautiful wife, Sam . Gets up to hug her husband," See you missed me handsome. " Rubbing her lower back as he continues to kiss her," Oh I missed you lady bug. Missed you when you left this morning. Miss you when you leave again." Giggling at this lovely display. Newlyweds. Oh how it brought back memories. Thoughts were distracted by the sounds of your phone. Looking at the phone caused you to scream! Will rushes over to see what happened. Shacking like a leaf. Hand him your phone. Will runs downstairs to fetch the boys. Sam pulls you close," What's wrong. Tell me." Chocking back a sob," My.. mom.. she is looking for me!"

#triple frontier #benny miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #garett hedlund #charlie hunnam #oscar isaac #never letting you go

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sokeanshu · 3 months

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3 LEAD HAND BOXING TECHNIQUES

#soke anshu #anshu christa jacobson #budo ryu kai #budo ryu ninjutsu #boxing #boxing tips #boxing training #boxing techniques #mma #mma training #mma techniques

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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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Recommend to watch:Tom Hardy Movies/Series

#1 Wuthering Heights

This isn’t on my rewatch list because it just shattered my soul. But one day I’ll watch it again if I feel like a good long cry. Tortured Heathcliff bites down hard onto his need for vengeance and doesn’t let go. Anyone, and I mean anyone, that crosses his path is destroyed, even his true love, Cathy. If only he’d let go of his rage, he could have found happiness. In the end, everything collapses around him.

#2 Revenant

You don’t really snuggle up on the couch and rewatch the Revenant. Tom’s character is loathsome, and he plays the part so damn well. With freezing snow, bear attacks, falls from cliffs, struggle for life, and Bison liver munching, this movie is for those who find early life on the American frontier fascinating. As a history buff, I loved this movie. Tom once again showed off his amazing skills at morphing into a completely different person.

#3 Inception

I didn’t put this on my rewatch list, but I do rewatch it. The only problem I have with this movie is that I need more Eames! I had to watch this movie at least three times to freaking understand it too lol. But I believe Christopher Nolan created something unique for this storyline. All the actors did an outstanding job. The action, the music, and the trippy visual effects are worth the watch.

#4 Peaky Blinders

I am not a Peaky Blinders fan. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t like the series. I think this is one of the best TV series out there. However, it just doesn’t pull me in. The Alfie scenes are too few, and I might have finished the series had they given Tom more of a storyline. Nonetheless, this is one of his most iconic roles, and watching him perform as Alfie Solomons is something magical. The entire cast is amazing, and I recommend the show to anyone looking for a new series to watch.

#5 The Take

If you watched The Take more than once, I tip my hat to you. I don’t say this because it is bad, quite the contrary. This series is exceedingly well made, but it’s brutal. Tom plays a gangster named Freddie Jackson (squeals, omg I can’t say his name without fangirling) but he is a BASTARD. I hate and love this character. And I hate myself for loving this character! Anyways, I’ll work that out in therapy. This series is a must watch if you want to be on the edge of your seat, waiting to see what awful things Freddie will do next.

#6 Warrior

This movie is hard for me to watch because of what happens at the end. I feel so bad for Tommy, and he’s fighting so hard because he’s in pain. Tom once again dazzles us with his incredible acting abilities. Not to mention the intense training he went through to become an MMA fighter.

What movies/series of Tom Hardy do you recommend and why?

@potter-solomons @liliac-dreamer @buttercup32sstuff @rose-like-the-phoenix @suave-bowlers

And anyone else who would like to join!

#tom hardy #wuthering heights #heathcliff #inception #eames #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #warrior #tommy conlon #freddie jackson #the take 2009

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itstokkii · 1 year

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aph korea + kimchiburger hcs because i will explode if i continue to keep them to myself

this is a lot. like, a lot. CW: war, colonization

america is the type of boyfriend to shake korea in the middle of the night and ask “if i was a worm would you still love me”

south and north korea are twins, north korea being the older one. NK’s strong spot is singing and SK’s is playing instruments, so during the joseon era NK would be singing folk songs while SK plays the haegeum, gayageum, or daegeum. later, SK learned dance with the rise of kpop, and can dance very well, on par with many 3rd and 4th generation groups

going off of the kpop headcanon, SK definitely has a tiktok and instagram account where SK dances to a kpop song with one of the members. goes to every MAMA and MMA and cheers for everyone. maybe interviews/has podcasts with some kpop idols on a youtube channel or something

america’s favorite soloist is IU. one day, korea takes him to IU to meet her at a fan signing, and america is this close to screeching out of excitement. his voice is shaky. when IU posts the picture she took with america on instagram, he gets the tag notification, throws his phone across the room, and rolls around on his bed screaming

korea has 3?4? houses. there’s 2 in seoul, with one being the hanok(traditional korean house) SK and NK lived in during the joseon dynasty after moving out of the royal palace, and one being a luxury apartment with a view overlooking the namsan seoul tower. then there’s one in busan, and a pension in jeju.

during the japanese occupation of korea, SK and NK tried to show their resistance in many ways, from placing the mugunghwa(national flower of korea) around their hanok instead of the crystanthemum of japan, to even joining the march 1919 demonstrations

after the korean war, SK would overwork and give all strength to help the citizens of korea, regardless of food or sleep. while helping rebuild the country, SK notices that even though other buildings surrounding it were destroyed to some degree, the hanok SK and NK used to live in remained completely untouched.

in 1883, the first korean diplomats went to america, getting to see san francisco and new york. korea was quite underdeveloped at the time and was an agrarian country, so electricity was very new to them, with none of the delegates able to completely understand what it was due to its versatility. one of the delegates described riding a train in his diary: “the speed of trains are such that they made me feel as if I was flying up through the clouds.” they were also panicked as they rode an elevator, worrying there was an earthquake. it’s fun to imagine that NK and SK went to america as well, and experienced these things too.

SK would definitely get along with france and canada

france bc they’re both interested in fashion(especially with the current rise of kfashion) and kbeauty). SK always gives france skincare tips and takes him to IOPE lab in Myeongdong so france can get custom skincare products. once SK had france try ddung-caron(means fat macaron in korean), and then watches france struggle as he figures out how to eat it, before going full on gastronomist and analyzes the macaron. when france heard about korea’s crush on america, it was over for korea. france wanted to give “advice” after a world conference, and it resulted in korea having a windows error type breakdown with a completely red face, unsure if korea will ever be able to look america in the eyes again as korea keeps note that france has no filter oh my god

america: why’s your face red

korea: your father

america: ...

america: what did he say

canada bc historically, canada was the first to teach korea english. due to earlier interaction than with america, canada is slightly more fluent. they also played a big role in the korean war. going off of someone’s hc i saw on tumblr, they would definitely make fusion food together, like hotteok(traditional korean pancake filled with honey or sugar) with maple syrup. they also worked on goblin(the k-drama) together and canada enjoyed that more people, especially koreans, flocked to quebec after watching goblin. also canada would definitely be like the middleman when america and korea are still pining for each other. at a time where america still didn’t know much korean, he would ask canada what a word meant. korea would go to canada and ask about american culture before going to america to stay there for a while

SK would also get along(though would get overwhelmed at times) with turkey. turkey and korea, especially in the 2010s, have a strong relationship. there’s a turkish culture center in korea. most recently, one of korea’s famous chefs went to turkey to try a dessert called kaymak, and after that many koreans flocked to the turkish center or even traveled to turkey to try kaymak. turkey would definitely slap korea on the back unexpectedly as a greeting.

korea can be many things, like being immature by going along with america’s antics a lot, but not stupid. korea can be very mature at times, and comfort america with words of advice based on experiences from the joseon dynasty, and america suddenly remembers “dang.... i forgot korea’s a lot older than me.” korea isn’t afraid to catch up with the times and incorporate korean culture into modern elements:

there’s a starbucks and baskin robbins that was built as a hanok, with the starbucks one actually being a 100-year old hanok that was revamped to become a cafe

kpop also began to embrace the korean culture, especially in agust d’s daechwita and stray kids’ thunderous.

korea’s also proud of the film industry, especially with parasite and squid game, with how the country’s faults and flaws are shown to a foreign audience, but not completely deterring them from appreciating the country, as well as the promotion of culture, especially in squid game. america kept talking about squid game for like, 4 months afterwards, to the point where korea got a little annoyed after a while. once america called dalgona(candy made with sugar and baking soda) a “cookie,” korea was so close to buying a ticket to nyc and giving him a lecture on dalgona

whatever trend the country embraces, korea does, too. last summer in 2021, there was a big mint choco trend. cafes immediately put mint choco drinks on their menus, snack companies started making mint choco flavors, and even KFC sold mint choco dipping sauce. there was a split opinion, with about 40% saying mint choco sucks and tastes like toothpaste, and 60% being part of the mint choco fanbase. when you’re a fan in korea, you go all out.

korea’s alcohol tolerance? it’s there, but korea’s only about 4 small shots of soju(korean alcohol) away from switching off for the rest of the day. this is a problem, especially with the hwaeshik(means company dinner in korean). usually in hwaeshik, bosses invite employees to a dinner at a restaurant. due to the harsh work culture, it’s important to go. usually, people drink alcohol with the dinner to relax more, and the boss keeps insisting to drink more. so korea leaves the restaurant absolutely conked out. america notices this, so whenever he knows korea has a hwaeshik, he waits outside to carry korea back home.

korea also has to teach america that couple names aren’t thrown around all the time, with oppa(korean girls use this towards older brothers, older male peers, older boyfriends) being an exception. america called korea nae sarang(my love) one(1) time, and korea overheated and couldn’t respond for about ten minutes.

korea pleads america to go and rent some hanbok(korean traditional clothing) together. “we can enter the gyeongbokgung(translated as “palace greatly blessed by heaven,” located in Seoul) for free if we rent hanbok!!” actually its korea’s ulterior motive to see america in hanbok bc he would look very regal and elegant compared to his easygoing style.

this is all my 12am brain can generate right now lol, i hope this was entertaining at least

#hetalia #aph korea #aph south korea #aph north korea #kimchiburger #aph america #im yong soo #im soo jin #alfred f jones #aph france #aph canada #nyo south korea #tokki draws

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fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou · 1 year

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May I please request headcanons for Kageyama, Hinata, Tanaka, and Asahi finding out about their female S/O being an MMA fighter who dreams of going pro?

This request is so unique, I think it's crazy cool so tysm :) xoxo

(The characters are aged up from the post-time skip)

Kageyama

He has to ask what an MMA fighter is the first time you mentioned it

He's very supportive as an athlete himself

Asks how your matches work and if he can watch one

You often spend afternoons sharing details about your respective sports so you both understand more

Loves the idea of you going pro since he did too

Probably has challenged you to arm wrestles (he loses and you never forget)

Does his best to guide you on going pro "Tobio, I think that only applies to volleyball, not mixed martial arts..." "Oh. Have a kiss instead then."

Hinata

Is super excited to hear you want to go pro

There is a good chance he is more pumped than you are

He asks you to show him some of your best moves because he's curious to learn

Watches all your matches in his free time

Like Kageyama, he'd also try to see/learn more things about mixed martial arts because he knows it means a lot to you

"I think I want to go pro," "Really? Really!?" "Yup, it's something I really want to do, Shoy-" "I'M SO EXCITED-" "Are you really?" "YES!"

If he has time to watch you at a match, he yells the loudest in the crowd

Tanaka

He's probably the one out of the four who actively watches MMA fights

100% is super proud of you and likes to tell people that you're going pro and to look out for you on TV

"THAT'S MY Y/N, THE MMA PRO!"

Since he's a personal trainer, you go to the gym a lot with him and he helps you train when you're not with your coach

Would tell all of his friends (especially the Karasuno team) to watch your games to support you (Noya is a big fan for sure)

He sets up mini celebrations in the lead-up to your debut of being a pro

Researches tips for you so you can try them together while you're training

Asahi

He doesn't really watch MMA matches until he meets you

It goes against his gentle personality, but he enjoys watching them anyway, especially your victories

Since he's not as included in the sports world as much as he once was, he loves listening to you explain how MMA fights work

"Am I allowed to design your fighting shorts?" "If you can get it past the Unified Rules," "I'll do my best!"

He gets a little worried when he watches you fight, mainly for your safety, but he knows it makes you happy so that keeps his fears at bay

He makes little garments/accessories for casual wear when you're training

Has heaps of saved videos from all your amateur fights

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #mma fighting #gn!reader #mma reader #fluff #haikyuu post timeskip

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incorrect-hololive · 2 years

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could i get some shuba headcanons please and thank you

Shuba shuba shuba shuba

Upbeat and enthusiastic yet surprisingly mature, Subaru lowkey terrifies half of her very introverted friends

Juggles managing/coaching multiple clubs and teams around the area, primarily an MMA team and a local esports club; both groups are rather successful as a result of her good nature and skill

As a result of her people managing skills, her buddies usually go to her whenever they need help with things; she's always willing to help

She's invented a number of MMA techniques and moves, though at least a third were also invented by complete accident

She also likes and plays a lot of baseball, and turns to friends like Korone and Kanata for tips/training regarding the sport

Honestly, Subaru has an affinity for a LOT of sports, able to pick up most of them rather easily

Despite being skilled at all these activities and sports, she does overall perform better as a coach

Somewhat of a film nerd, especially Westerns. Will geek out about stuff she likes

Her luck is rather interesting in which it throws her into seemingly unlucky situations that end up going well for her

yes you can say it's like Ultimate Lucky Student luck or something lol. yeah i said it

For instance, she stumbled her way into getting noticed by Luna after accidentally provoking a flock of various birds, and ended up becoming her right-hand woman (aka best friend/playmate)

Has an affinity for ducks, almost has a sort of "sense" regarding them and their feelings.

In fact, she was caught one day dancing with a duck at the park one time

Subaru has been described as a duck whisperer (as well as an actual duck) by her friends because of all of this, which she has now been gaslit into believing

Subaru was one of my first favorite JP holomem and still has a good place in my heart, I technically owe some of my descent into the rabbit hole to her lol

#not quote #holos and headcanons

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illwriteatragedy · 1 year

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I Am going to say five times kissed BC lil bby Roman and forehead kisses???

first.

phil coulson talks, and roman bragin listens. he will not speak unless something is directed to him, and he will not elaborate on anything further, testing the limits of phil's patience. he watches. and he waits. and he listens, because he has always been good at that, even in the midst of violence and chaos.

but phil does not get angry with him. he does not call him stupid, and he does not raise his hand when roman refuses to look at him, does not make a scene when he crosses his arms and doesn't answer his questions.

the first few days go like this. roman waits, expectant that it will come, but it never does. his guard is lowered, his hopes wavering into dangerous territory ( that maybe someone can be like this, after all. ) when phil places the covers over him that night, and presses a kiss to his hair, he calls to him before he leaves the room, voice small.

" goodnight, phil. " it is the first time he has said anything to him without being asked, first.

second.

he has a knack for languages. it is what phil has told him, what the other agent he that is tutoring him has said, but --

" i have to hurt people? " there is hesitation there. phil stands opposite of him, dressed in his gym clothes. they have been training together for months now, building up his strength, working on his body. martial arts was next. they would see which form would fit him best, but mma was where they would start.

you have to be able to defend yourself, no matter the cost. phil circles him as he speaks, forcing roman to spin his head to watch him. there will be people who want to take your life because of who you are. whether it be where you came from, whether it be because of shield, whether it be because of me --

phil stands in front of him now, and crouches down on one knee. he brushes the hair from his face and looks him in the eye. i will always have your back. but you need to survive, roman. that means hurting people. even killing them. do you understand?

there is a heavy gravity here that roman can feel, a pressure that separates his head from his heart. but phil looks at him with such intensity that roman can only nod. " i understand. " phil nods too, kisses his hair, and sends him flat on the floor.

third.

roman sits on the counter so he can see better. this time, he is the one who asks questions, leaning with his palms pressed on the marble. " do you think i'll get tall? " he asks after a barrage of cooking questions, still much shorter than phil's 6'5 height.

phil laughs, ruffles his curls up, nearly knocking him over. twelve is the perfect age for a growth spurt, he says, you've got a foot since eleven.

" a foot is nothing. " roman complains, watching the sauce thicken in the pan. " if you were my real dad i would have -- " he stops, clamps his mouth shut, the tips of his ears turning red. the kitchen goes quiet for a moment. in the other room, he can hear carol move around, painfully aware.

the fire on the pan is turned off. phil turns to him, leans against the counter. before he can say anything, roman is the one who speaks first. " i know -- you're my handler. not my dad. " he exits the kitchen in a hurry, going to his room.

( they have dinner that night. carol keeps looking at phil, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. when he goes to bed, he can feel phil sit on the side of the bed, but his back is turned -- the gentle kiss to his hair is ignored, and they both say nothing about it the next morning. )

fourth.

they're at a baseball game. the soda tastes wrong.

that's not right. it's the sharp metallic taste of blood. but -- there's the sun, and it's shining --

that's not right either. it's the fluorescent light fixture overhead. he has to focus, he just has to focus ---

but everything for just a minute is warm, and he's happy, and it might just be better if he stayed this way --

roman !

they're shining lights in his eyes. he can feel his body being moved, can hear them discussing what to do next. it all sounds jumbled in wrong. but amidst it all, he can hear one voice better than the rest, because he knows that voice --

you don't understand, that's my boy, you need to let me --

he realizes, with sudden jolting clarity, that he is in the hospital. a shock of pain rushes through him, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. through whatever they have shoved in his mouth, he tries to speak, voice weak. " i want my dad. " he manages to spit out whatever is in there. " i want my dad -- i want my dad -- "

everything after that is a blur. he knows that phil got to him, that he held his face, that they were able to do what they needed to do after he saw them. that he fell into a coma for a few days after to heal. that they both didn't talk about that, either, because it seemed they were always going to be good at not saying the things they needed to say.

fifth.

he is twenty-two, almost twenty-three, when he tells phil that he met a girl. roman only blushes when phil asks if she's blonde, and laughs when he says yes.

that's my boy, phil says, arm around his shoulder, a kiss to his temple, roman only three inches shorter now, that height he had always wanted to be. just like your old man.

#ANSWERED.#ANSWERED; TAHITIWOKE.#tahitiwoke #v; YOU WON'T GO LONELY.#v; TBN.#abuse /

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