#proveagain

[ahemkarate]

send in 📜 for an incorrect quote between our muses. ft. miguel diaz ( @proveagain ) — inspired by this.

[breakranks]

@proveagain {{ miguel said "will you guys stop fighting?"

Johnny has his scarred, calloused index finger jammed hard against the fine linen button up shirt spread over LaRusso's chest when Miguel's voice finally cuts through the sound of their incessant bickering. In the heat of their deteriorating argument, he'd--perhaps shamefully--forgotten that Miguel was in the next room.

Tunnel vision. Single-mindedness. Daniel brings it out in him like only a few others can, and it seems as though he knows all of his trips and triggers; knows his nuclear launch codes and likes to flirt with the turn of the key; knows how to put him right back on the sparring mat they'd squared off on at the All Valley, giving him one more shot to prove himself if he could just dare to strike once more.

This is just who they are and always will, he often thinks. There are moments where the past and their pride take a back seat, and the two of them are able to find peace enough to work together; to be friendly with one another for the sake of the students, their children. But they always come right back to... this.

"Miguel--"

An excuse could slot in easily here. Johnny, though, wants to be better. For Miguel. For Robby. For their baby sister. For Carmen. Maybe even for himself, if he squints.

He blinks at the young man he's grown to think of as his son, his anger and frustration melting slowly from his face as he takes a deep, steadying breath. He's calming down, but that doesn't mean he won't lightly shove shove Daniel back--primarily to get him out of his face--with the heel of his hand.

Johnny cannot and will not promise that they won't fight again in the future; even the incredibly near future. But he can, right now, stop this one from progressing.

"Let's get out of here. Been meaning to hit the beach again."

Even if what he really wants is to hit Daniel in the face.

[royialty]

noor steps into the dim room, the scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages thick in the air. miguel lies on the bed, propped up by pillows, his face contorted in discomfort, but it’s the stubborn way he clenches his jaw that catches her attention. his leg is elevated, a large bandage wrapped around his thigh. he hesitates, watching him. ❝ how's the pain? chin up soldier, morning labs look good! ❞

she waits for him to answer, moving toward the IV, checking the drip with practiced ease. there’s something about the way he holds himself, a reluctance to show weakness, and it reminds her of her father. the need to be strong, even when everything inside is telling him to rest. her fingers brush against the bandage, checking its tightness. ❝ we’ll need to change this soon. it’s healing well, but you’ll need to stay off it. ❞

@proveagain

[movedkaratetime]

❝ you're going to do great out there. ❞ daniel said, stepping forward to offer the boy his encouragement before the tournament ensues. this was a bittersweet moment. if this were the old him, back when he and johnny were at odds, he would've looked at miguel in that cobra kai gi with disdain. but now, seeing the young man stand before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. he thinks back to the first moment he saw miguel. the night he stormed into johnny's dojo, automatically assuming the worst out of him for bringing cobra kai back. you shouldn’t believe a word this guy says, or you’ll end up exactly like him, he'd said. but for once in his life, daniel was glad the boy hadn't listened to him. ❝ no matter what happens, you should be proud of yourself, miguel. ❞ he places a comforting hand on miguel’s shoulder, giving it a gentle pat. ❝ we definitely are. ❞

starter call, still accepting. ( @proveagain )

[misterkeene]

'you don't know what this means to me.' (woops)

the boy crossed his arms, feeling the heat waft off of miguel's words. “you don’t understand what this means to me either, miguel,” he shot back, his voice a mixture of both frustration and hurt. "i have a criminal record, i'll probably never make it to college—karate is all i have left. i didn’t want to take this from you, but i fought hard for this position." he's lost to the other more times than he can even count. why can't he accept that he won for once? "it feels like every time i finally get a break, someone’s there to remind me how far behind i am. and honestly, hearing you complain about it the entire time we’ve been in barcelona has been annoying."

* more random dialogue prompts, still accepting.

[bonsaibadass]

" i'm happy, don't get me wrong. but i'd be happier if i got it for actually winning. not by default. " the girl admits honestly. getting ordained as team captain was bittersweet. the girl was grateful, and deep down, she knew she was deserving of it. but her mind keeps wandering back to the thought of tory. how her chance of proving herself was robbed from under her once again. by her own father this time around. sam understood his unease, but could she really have done any harm had they kept the fight going? they would never know now. she shrugs nonchalantly, poking at the salad that she's been struggling to eat this entire lunch period. " what about you, @proveagain? how do you feel about robby getting to be captain? "

[freezegirl]

⛸️ / @proveagain

khione is in the middle of talking through juno topolski's exhibition routine on the phone - "i know you had your heart set on a romeo and juliet thing for the 2024 world university skating gala but i do think that vampire, the olivia rodrigo song, works better for what you've planned..." - when the doors open and the ice arena gets flooded with chatty, cheering people.

("juno? i'll call you back.")

people that she's seen around. people that she knows. in her mind's eye, she can already see the damage wrought: broken bones, black eyes, blood on the ice.

and maybe alice zreibac - her coach - has the same vision because she's marching up to johnny and daniel, mouth downturned like she's tasted something sour.

it's been a while but khione hasn't forgotten that hall fight. or the pool fight. or that fight at the arcade.

"golden goose---"

"yes, ma'am?"

"---normally, it would pain me to say this, but in this instance, the exorbitant, though not unwelcome, amount of money softens the blow somewhat, so i am not, in fact, in excruciating pain when i say that mister larusso and mister lawrence rented out the rink today. i'll be in my office. kindly see to it that no one wipes out."

"yes, ma'am."

[cobraes]

the  accusation  doesn't  sound  fair  once  aisha  says  it  out  loud.      —      yeah,  he's  been  absent.  they  all  have,  but  so  has  she.  staying  in  touch  was  hard  since  her  move  up  north,  especially  when  former  friends  still  seemed  deeply  ingrained  in  karate  wars  she  was  lucky  enough  to  separate  herself  from  after  the  school  riot.  it  hurts  more  when  it's  him  though.  this  started  with  them;    the  original  cobras  2.0.      "i  mean…    it's  no  fun  if  you're  just  gonna  admit  defeat  like  that."    the  faint  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  suggests  she's  only  teasing.  teasing.  no  mercy  doesn't  apply  anymore.  the  reassurance  that  they're  still  friends  is  really  all  she  needs.  

"i  can  do  froyo."      the  mention  of  their  old  dojo  brings  back  memories  of  the  days  when  it  was  just  @mu1tiverse,  her  and  sensei  lawrence.  that's  what  she  really  misses.  learning  karate  had  been  fun  back  then.  it  helped,  before  kreese  took  over  and  miguel  got  hurt.  she  still  learns  now,  under  the  guise  of  a  new  sensei,  but  it  isn't  the  same.  it  meant  something  back  then.  her  new  dojo  certainly  won't  be  entering  any  world  tournaments.      "let's  go    [...]    you  can  tell  me  more  about  this..  what  did  you  call  it  again?  sek  -  something  kai?"

i  was  making  sure  you  weren't  dead,  since  you  never  called.   

he deserved that. @cobraes' tone was refreshingly familiar, even as it pulled at the guilt in miguel's stomach. he didn't even want to check his phone to see the last time he'd done more than a casual like of an instagram story. their long-distance friendship had started off well, but just like everything else that spring, miguel hadn't realized he was losing control of things until it was already (not) said and done.

the corner of his shifted slightly upwards at the jab, embarrassment clear in the acknowledging nod of his head. "no, you're right - i'm sorry," he started, finally stepping out of the front door of his apartment. "i should have reached out more." miguel wasn't going to start spewing out excuses - as their sensei had drilled into their heads last summer, talk was cheap.

just like that, a lightbulb went off. eyebrows were quick to raise, smile stretching across his lips. "let me make it up to you? we can get froyo from that spot by the old dojo? i'm buying, consider it gas money."

[losuenitos]

#losuenitos - an independent, private, and selective multi-muse writing blog for characters from various forms of media. sporadic activity. iconless, very minimal formatting.

highest muse for: jon kent, mary jane watson, miles morales, tim drake.

links: rules. roster. memes. tracker.

mobile muse list + blogroll . . .

** = test muse

america chavez ─ marvel comics. ( not mcu. )

cal kestis ─ star wars.

clementine jones ─ telltale's the walking dead games.

garfield logan ─ detective comics.

javier garcia ─ telltale's the walking dead games.

joaquin torres ─ mcu. (alt verse: ted lasso)

jon kent ─ detective comics. (headcanon based)

kenny payne ─ cobra kai.

mary jane watson ─ insomniac's spider-man.

michael "fanboy" garcia ─ top gun: maverick.

miles morales ─ insominac's spider-man.

monkey d. luffy ─ one piece: live action.

poe dameron ─ star wars (canon divergent.)

rey ─ star wars (canon div. anti rey palpatine + reylo)

rj boyle ─ marvel comics. (headcanon based)

sam obisanya ─ ted lasso. (canon div., anti-sambecca)

shuri ─ mcu. ( alt. fc: lovie simone )

sofia mantega ─ marvel comics. (headcanon based)

the thirteenth doctor ─ doctor who. canon divergent.

tim drake ─ detective comics. (pre-52)

tory nichols ─ cobra kai.

wally west ─ cw's the flash. (very headcanon based)

yolanda montez ─ dc's stargirl. (alt verse: cobra kai)

into the sarah - verse !

@bluebeatle - jaime reyes of detective comics.

@proveagain - miguel diaz of cobra kai.

[pose1dson]

my au i discussed with @proveagain is closer to becoming canon

[ahemkarate]

#KARATESTAR. ⸺ WELCOME! THIS IS A PRIVATE, SELECTIVE AND FRIENDS-ONLY ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR COBRA KAI AU COURTNEY WHITMORE. adored by b, twenty-four, she&her, est. 2024.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ about. spotify. pinterest.

affiliated with: @cobrasqueen ( exclusive ), @proveagain ( exclusive )

[breakranks]

@proveagain {{ miguel said "i'm just in awe of what's in front of me."

"¡Ay, no manches!"

He's clearly been hanging out with Josh too much: he laughs when he hears the incredulous expression fall out of his mouth so automatically when it had never been a part of his vocabulary before.

"Miguel!" Cypress calls out, jumping down off an elevated training platform and pushing his way through a small group of other competitors to get over to Miguel. Once he's in front of him, he grabs the other young man's hand, pulls him in shoulder to shoulder, and gives him a few friendly slaps on the back. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

Sure, Miguel's posts and stories pop up on his Instagram feed occasionally, earning a like and a comment here and there, but they hadn't really spoken much since Miguel had gone home. And besides, Cypress has had his hands full with his round the clock, rigorous training regime.

Which has paid off, if Miguel's declaration is anything to go on.

Cypress knows what he looked like when his tío first introduced them: he'd just been some spindly kid with bad posture, an exceptionally bad haircut, and even worse acne. And, in some deeply seated, terribly self critical part of him, that's still what stares back at him in the mirror, despite all the immense progress he's made; despite his hard won increases in strength, speed, and stamina. His imposter syndrome has flared wildly since he'd arrived on the premises and been surrounded by the best of the best of his peers.

But Miguel is looking at him like he's more than that--like he's an equal, or something closer to it than he'd ever imagined--and it reminds him of all the time and energy he's spent fighting like hell to get here. This realization has him standing a little straighter, a little squarer; has him grinning wide enough to make his face hurt.

"Bro, I can't wait to see you fight."

Part of him-- Part of him wants to fight him himself. To really test himself against more than his own teammates and the other local dojos he'd competed against. But he doesn't voice this. Yet.

Instead, Cypress gives him a playful little punch to the shoulder, then ducks down behind his fists in a mock defensive posture. Still grinning.

"I wanna see if you really live up to those stories you told me and Josh."

[wallacewest]

#wallacewest ─ an independent, private, and selective writing blog for 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 of 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴. origin + main influence taken from the cw-verse, expanded upon with personal headcanons. sporadic activity. est. 2020.

links: doc. memes. tracker.

into the sarah-verse . . .

other blogs . . .

@bluebeatle ─ jaime reyes of detective comics.

@detectim ─ tim drake of detective comics.

@mu1tiverse ─ multi-muse.

@proveagain ─ miguel diaz of cobra kai.

@strongenough ─ miles morales of insomniac's spider-man.

[bluebeatle]

#bluebeatle ─ an independent, private, and selective writing blog for jaime reyes / blue beetle of detective comics. mixed canon, with main influences taken from wb's blue beetle (2023) and pre - 52 comics.  a study in: fearing your potential, the arduous path to trust, and, most importantly, the power of family. est. 2019.

links: doc. memes. tracker.

into the sarah-verse . . .

@losuenitos - multi-muse.

@proveagain - miguel diaz of cobra kai.

[detectim]

#detectim ─ an independent, private, and selective writing blog for tim drake / red robin of detective comics. portrayal is based on pre-52 runs, but is very heavily influenced by my own headcanons. low activity.

links: carrd. memes. tracker.

into the sarah-verse . . .

@bluebeatle - jaime reyes of detective comics.

@losuenitos - multi-muse.

@proveagain - miguel diaz of cobra kai.

[bonsaibadass]

pretty sure you've done enough. she's been ruminating over hawk's words ever since her visit to the hospital a couple of weeks prior. she hates to admit it, but maybe he's right. she had been screwing up a lot lately. with all of her fighting, drinking, and a term most commonly used by her peers as of late: homewrecking. she wasn't the root cause of what happened that day. not at all. but she did play a huge part. that's why she's been avoiding the boy. not because she didn't want to see him or hear his voice, but because she felt like she didn't deserve to.

he is walking the school hallways again for the first time and so far she has done a good job at avoiding him. treating the claps and chants of west valley high students as an alert to go in a different direction. throughout the day though the halls grew quieter and as she is exiting palmer's classroom, her chest collides into someone's shoulder. " oops, sorry! " the girl laughs at her clumsiness but that laughter quickly fades once she recognizes who she's just run into. miguel. the one person she had secretly hoped to run into today. " oh, m-miguel... you're back. " she pretends to be surprised but anyone with a brain could tell she was putting on an act. " and it looks like you're back on your feet again! this is some really amazing news. "

@proveagain 🥋