#miyagi verse rp

[legacytaught-archived]

    𝗶'𝗹𝗹  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆  𝗮𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝘂𝗻  𝗯𝘂𝘁  𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿,    cobra  kai  &  karate  kid  universe  original  character  ;  mercy  barnes.    private,  highly  selective  &  mutuals  only.    affiliated  with  @pathpain.    𝗶𝘁  𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝗯𝗲  𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗮𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗳𝗼𝗿  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 - 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼.    ©

[karatetaught]

𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗜𝗦  𝗡𝗢𝗧  𝗔  𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘,  𝗜𝗧'𝗦  𝗔  𝗪𝗔𝗬  𝗢𝗙  𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘.     independent,  private  &  highly  selective     MULTI - MUSE     of  cobra  kai  &  the  karate  kid  franchise,  featuring  canon  muses,  alternate  universe  muses  &  original  characters.     trained  by  storm.     𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗖𝗔𝗡  𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘  𝗜𝗧  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗔  𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘,  𝗕𝗨𝗧  𝗜𝗧  𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦  𝗬𝗢𝗨.      ©

[taughtdefense-a]

johnny training ethan in eag.le-fang techniques, either during s5 or in s6, is SO good. it’s very important to me & to ethan. not only is it a bonding experience, it’s for ethan to showcase what he really knows about karate ( & other forms of fighting ). & of course to learn everything johnny knows ( duh ), because he respects the hell out his sensei. genuine knowledge about many different ( seemingly all ) fighting styles simultaneously floors & delights johnny to no end. ethan is a quick learner, & he can understand/switch to different fighting styles on the fly, pretty much as easily as one breathes.

as an example, ethan can switch from utilizing wado-ryu ( karate ), to lethwei ( kickboxing ), to icho-ryu ( a martial art blending goju ryu karate, judo, jujutsu, & aikido ) in record time.

this switch & his knowledge makes him HIGHLY unpredictable in fights, esp. in s6 when it will air.

miyagi!ethan hides his genuine knowledge/abilities from s1-s5 ( but the Rising Bloodlust in s5 against silver makes ethan slowly stop holding himself back, wether against people in the sekai taikai or during the dojo-wide brawl in the finale ) his back some of that & honestly probably even s6.

cobra!ethan doesn’t hide his knowledge in the slightest. THAT is terrifying.

this is specifically for my version of johnny, but other versions may adapt this small ramble / hc of johnny being surprised if they wish ( @ ray & @ nadia , there is absolutely no pressure to adapt to this ! this is just me Thinking. Rambling. being unhinged abt ethan wilson-keene as per usual )

[antivanruffles]

Since you asked for prompts: I super miss your Jamie and Mamoru! Something involving them being bros! Or, you know, if you're feeling angsty, them being not bros. :D

This was literally all I wrote on my mini vacation because I MISS THEM TOO! RP!Verse, sometime when things are good, and Mamoru is drunk. :D

“Wait just-”

“What?”

“Stop there.”

“Mm?”

“Okay now move your arm. No, God, shit… That’s my fucking eye dude!”

“Gomen nasaaaaaiiiiii,” came the sing-song reply.

“Oh great, you’ve forgotten how to English again.” Jamie sighed heavily and propped Mamoru against the wall, a hand splayed on the inebriated man’s chest to keep him in place.

“Why are you the cheapest drunk known to man?” He looked at Mamoru in exasperation. For his part, Mamoru stared back with wide, glassy eyes and shrugged one shoulder helplessly.

“I should just fucking leave you here in the hall, let Mack deal with your drunk ass when she gets in. Maybe she’ll even kick it.”

“She wouldn’t, and you won’t.”

Jamie’s face soured, though at least he had spoken in English. “How do you know I won’t? It’s awfully fucking tempting.”

“I just do,” Mamoru said and nodded wisely.

“Oooookay Miyagi-san.” Jamie rubbed the side of his face. God, he needed friends who could actually hold their liquor.

Mamoru tilted his head, much like a puppy. “My name is Chiba.”

“Note to self: tutor Mamoru in American pop culture. First lesson: Wax on.” Jamie muttered while glancing at the door to Mamoru’s apartment, and then back to its owner. “Keys?”

In response, Mamoru frowned in confusion and looked down, patting various pockets. Finally, with a triumphant cry, he produced his key ring and held it up with a smile.

“Yes, good job. I’m so proud.” Jamie rolled his eyes and took the keys to unlock the door. He grabbed Mamoru’s arm, leading him inside the darkened apartment. They both tripped over each other as Jamie tried to find a light, while Mamoru stopped to toe out of his shoes.

“Warn me next time,” Jamie grumbled as he flipped the light switch on the wall.

Mamoru’s apartment was, of course, clean. Barely lived in since Jamie was certain Mamoru spent more time at school than at home. Though he did spot a Tupperware container on the counter, a bright green sticky note on top.

Curious, and since Mamoru was currently taking off his shoes and otherwise occupied, Jamie investigated a little closer.

“New recipe. Let me know what you think

   - Mack”

Inside were a batch of chocolate cookies with a crinkled dusting of powdered sugar. Jamie took one, telling himself it was payment for drunk-sitting Mamoru.

“Oh, god these are amazing,” he moaned in delight and shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth. “Whoever marries Mack will be the luckiest bastard in existence.”

By now Mamoru had managed to get his shoes off, and was in the middle of taking off his jacket, one arm free and the other wildmilling.

“Whoa, buddy. I got you.” Jamie rushed forward, carefully taking the jacket off as if he were helping a kindergartener rather than a pre-med student. “Now let’s go to bed?”

Jamie gave a cheerful nod and started ushering Mamoru down the hall. Once in his bedroom, Mamoru all but faceplanted onto his bed with a muffled sigh.

“Comfy,” he mumbled.

“Sure.” Jamie wandered back to the kitchen for a glass of water, and then to the bathroom for some form of pain medication. With the items procured he returned to Mamoru and placed them on the bedside table.

“For the morning, you’re gonna need it.” Honestly Jamie didn’t relish Mamoru the wicked hangover he was bound to have, but that was the problem when you had the alcohol tolerance of a freshman sorority girl at her first kegger.

Mamoru didn’t reply, just made some noise that could’ve passed as a grunt of assent. Maybe. Jamie pulled the comforter up, tucking Mamoru in despite his annoyance at having to play babysitter.

“Goodnight, man.” Jamie patted Mamoru’s head, perhaps a little fondly, though he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Once he was back in to the living room, Jamie grabbed a sticky note off Mamoru’s counter and wrote a quick message. Then he picked up the container of cookies and left the apartment, but not before slapping the note on Mack’s door.

“The cookies were ~orgasmic~ Will return the container tmrw when I check on Captain Drunkard.

  - xoxo, J.”

[legacytaught-archived]

𝘀𝗮𝘆  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻,  𝗶  𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁  𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿  𝘆𝗮,    independent,  private  &  highly  selective  miyagi - verse  original  character.    mutuals  only,  21+  only.    loved  by  storm.    𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴  𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴  𝗲𝗿𝗮.    ©