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[opponentcompel]

OpponentCompel:  an independent, private, selective & canon compliant roleplay blog for Terry Silver based in the Karate Kid / Cobra Kai franchise. Devotedly grappled by Nadia  (  she / her, GMT, 30+  ).  Crossover, divergent & OC friendly. Low activity, plotting preferred but always accepting memes  (  verses span from the 1960s to present day  ).  Beta editor. Discord available to mutuals upon request. Est. 10 / 2022.

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[opponentcompel]

// It's the year 2026 and I'm still doing my part to convince people to watch this show. Too bad things are so dead over here 😔

[calisverse]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 and 𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

Cobra Kai Season 4 Episode 4

Lyrics by Intruder by Peter Gabriel.

I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air

[evilanew]

❝ You know who I am? Then skip the next few paragraphs. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. ❞ [ ❁ ]

[calirph]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐇 as 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎 as 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening. Emasculation and admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted to be the man. - Interview With the Vampire.

[valleyschamp]

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[mochisquish]

[undekaying-deactivated20240629]

A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

[lovehungered]

// I don’t usually post this kinda thing, but given the current turbulent climate, I figured some folks may find this useful. As part of my job, I have to keep up to date with developments in cybersecurity, and threats to personal data and privacy.

The company behind the site National Public Data is currently scraping and storing personal data of US citizens, and freely displaying it for anyone to search (name, address, phone number, family members etc). If you do a search and find that your details are in their database, you can make a request for it to be removed:

When you find your profile, click View Full Profile.

Copy the URL

Go to the Opt Out page

Add the URL into the Your Profile Link field and click Request Removal

Enter an email address and the site will send you an email requesting that you click to confirm deletion

If making multiple requests (eg. on behalf of someone you know), you’ll need a different email address each time.

This isn’t the only site / data broker out there that provides this type of service, but this company has previously had a security breach which makes things a bit worse.

Stay safe ♡

[Sources: ZDNET , Microsoft]

[breakranks]

The absolute nerve of this old git. Who is he to try to cut her extended workout short? If it's just him--and it looks like it is--why does she have to leave? Fuck the allotted time on the sheet; doesn't it show the ferocity of her ambition to stay beyond the bonds of what she'd signed up for? To work herself harder than the rest of her team?

She'd been in the process of cooling down, but now? She could go another few rounds, fuelled by spite if nothing else.

She could get another speaker. Easily. The thing was cheap, picked up at some novelty store inside a mini mall when she'd been shopping for carry-on friendly toiletry items. But the threat of it being taken from her raises her hackles.

"You don't even have any students with you," she whinges, dropping low, quickly extending her leg toward the bag, and hooking her foot through one of the straps to pull it all toward her without getting too close to the looming old man. "Are you allowed to be in here without them?" she asks as she stands again, satisfied that her possessions are outside his immediate sphere of influence.

"This isn't some all ages YMCA," she tells him, a biting edge in her tone as she turns--never fully away from him--and returns to a slightly worn muay thai bag. She lays a hand on it and blows a few strands of hair out of her face. "I get priority: I'm actually competing. Your students show up, I'll leave."

[opponentcompel]

ㅤㅤStubbornness seems to be rife within the room, the pair respectively standing their ground as her petulant rebuttal momentarily falls upon deaf ears, the elder’s expression blank as if the words had formed outta thin air as opposed to the smart mouth of a negligible competitor. There’s a slow shift in the man’s stance while carefully shrugging off a jacket, sleek sportswear comprising of layers in a deepened shade of black whose lustre seems to voraciously consume the surrounding light, the neatly bundled oil slick of a garment set atop a small rack housing a pyramid of colourful dumbbells, their diminishing weight in ascent marked by a warm to cool gradient with each sturdy handful. A trendy logo of a maison de couture is lost beneath the folds, reminiscent of a life of abundance that had ungraciously started to wind down over the last few months, financial woes present with a pair of uncompromising bookends framing two distinct periods of volatile bitterness over the last forty-something years  (  ouroboros be damned, he doesn’t deserve this double whammy  ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s a low deep set hum as hands unravel the gathered material of the gi, belt comfortably bound as Silver slips into its elongated formation specifically tailored for his lofty stature, sufficiently cloaked by the semblance of a second skin, frosty eyes tracing against the company’s reflection in one of the surrounding mirrors.  “ Not right now, but I don’t see how that’s so important. A reservation’s a reservation. Security would have you on your ass before you could start pouting. ”  Seemingly nonchalant and nonplussed, this rebellious act of a small fish in a large pond is in fact grating, controlled palms smoothing over the tightly bound tresses about the sensei’s crown, making it a point not to turn around to face her, purposeful detachment present while speaking into the sheen of the surface instead.  “ Besides, you have the expanse of the entire city at your disposal to train… If you’re creative enough, of course. ”  The scant hint of a condescending simper tugs at the corners of the man’s lips, gaze narrowing to take in the formation with the skilled manoeuvre  (  flexible, good for her  ).

ㅤㅤ“ I’m not going anywhere, but y’know what, I think I’m feeling charitable… ”  There had been a prior request for some equipment to be delivered, a small yet hefty box nestled to one side which Terry stalks towards, digits prodding at a dial with a subsequent sonorous snap of a lock, a heavy groan about the hinges as the lid is prised open.  “ If you’re happy to quietly stick ‘round in a corner outta my way as I use this space, knock yourself out. ”  A pair of tonfa are withdrawn, line of vision astutely assessing the edges for any overt scuffs, large fists grappling with the protruding handles.  “ You may actually learn a thing or two. ”

[mochisquish]

[dayfade]

‘ah,’ is all he says, and the ghost of his smirk says the rest. wolf doubts the man before him is truly one to separate business and pleasure: the empty whiskey glasses surrounding him when they met are the opening lines of a story, in media res, he doubts silver will ever tell him. well, everyone’s got their history — and xiao knows how to read. and the truth is, he knows — as it seems silver does (you got into bed with the wrong people) — that mixing business and pleasure tends to result in a cocktail of trouble. but — much, it would seem, like mr. silver — he just can’t help himself. and under it, truest of all: silver could snap his fingers and demand just about anything and wolf, like a dog, would do it, so long as he keeps the beast fed. (this one eats wealth; it is the domain of dragons.) there’s a boundary somewhere, but he hasn’t toed it yet. but let silver find that out on his own. wolf isn’t one for laying all his cards on the table.

he thinks — perhaps fancies — he sees something in silver’s eyes, not quite a flicker but the smouldering remains of what could have, might have been. wolf knows he’s impressive. impressive enough to hunt down all the way out in bangkok with your last dying breath. in a way, they need each other. partners. isn’t that charming? and what happened to our last partners?, he muses, more than idly, and toys with what it might be to poke that bear again, to become someone silver shares secrets with. wolf’s done worse things for money. he’s doing it right now. half a laugh: he shakes his head, eyes flicking to silver’s chest again. he knows a pretty thing when he sees it; of course it comes with a story. nothing good comes without a catch. ‘go on then, let’s hear it.’ and brown eyes look up to meet blue, gold and silver, and wolf’s smirk blooms again — playful again, sarcastic as ever, with a wicked edge. one foot in front of the other on that tightrope. leaning heavily into a phoney american drawl, he all but winks as he enounces, ‘pardner.’

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ㅤㅤThe contrastingly breezy yet unforthcoming nature of the other’s words is in stark contrast with the manner in which he stands, a natural  (  or posturing?  )  bearing of intimidation reminiscent of the lurid even if one weren’t to see those fists at work, a predator habitually sizing up prey regardless of its size. Noting how he’s potentially ready to bite off more than he can chew with that playful parlance, a tight-lipped smirk curls over pursed lips, an amused huff filtering through the heated air that intermittently stifles given the coupla layers Terry sports.  “ I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while. ”  A light-hearted intonation swiftly weaves through, a chuckle gracing subsequent words.  “ Your dōjō, that is. ”  There’s an unspoken hint of reverence about those two syllables, inflections that signify a sanctity that very few truly understood, even if Silver’s perception bastardises it beyond recognition, moulded to fit into his own idealised vision—  but something tells him that that  shouldn’t be too much of an issue here, not when the evils of pride and money are at stake, the foundation of one’s prestige always worth fighting for.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ I know all about your meteoric rise, a reputation forged as you made the clever shift from mere karateka to sensei. Emboldened as you pummelled your way head first through each and every martial arts circle you set your mind to, claiming your rightful place. ”  Did the guy have something to prove? Was the hateful rhetoric of vengeance entwined with neglect being spurred, telling the world  ‘ all eyes on me ’  while mommy and daddy gave little or no attention at all?  ( were they even in the picture?  )  Certain background details are non-existent, and while crafting well educated assumptions may’ve been Terry’s speciality, time permitting, he was prepared to learn on a one-to-one basis this time around, to temporarily step in to fill a void with fleeting yet potent efficacy, as with so many individuals through his lifetime  (  anything to further his own agenda  ).  “ Let’s just say I have a good eye when it comes to spotting talent and potential. Other impressive teams notwithstanding, I pegged you as the only real competition from the start. ”  Fingertips gingerly trailing over the circular inlay about the rectangular edges of the pendant, they trace inwards onto pronounced embossed indentations, the protruding  silver  iron dragon proudly gleaming against the inky recess.

ㅤㅤ“ I wanted to keep a little memento of that fact close by. ”  Chin dipping for icy line of vision to give the jewellery a once over, Terry slips it off, the chain temporarily snagging in tendrils of blanched hair before serpentine winding around long fingers, a sheen present to the pendant as if prideful of the fact that it could probably pay off a month’s rent if pawned off.  “ In a sense, it’s yours. ”  Mulling over the unintentionally profound sentiment that he’d been holding onto, it’s with a quirk of the wrist that the handful is extended towards Wolf, the need for it to be kept on Silver’s person now feeling entirely defunct.  “ Take it. ”  Besides, he could always get another - to coin the turn of phrase uttered by some of his former students: it’s no biggie.

[epaego]

「 went to see Chicago yesterday, feeling very 1920s fashion-inclined. If you want me to scribble your muse in that attire, like this.. HI 」

[epaego]

「 POINTS, you liked. You've been thrown back in time 」

@duran-duran-esq | @justxez | @opponentcompel

[wantedtourist]

TERRY: My past behavior was… inexcusable. If I could go back and undo it all, I would. [ep405]

DANIEL: You tortured me. / TERRY: You liked it. [ep406]

[opponentcompel]

[ ᶳ ]

ㅤㅤThe towering man barely affords the other another glance while fingertips sift through a thick wad of paper, a junior assistant hunched over ever so slightly as the sheets are pressed against her cowed back, a pen quickly scrawling a signature at varied points where x’s are marked - a copy of this contract needed to be faxed over immediately ahead of a deadline, but that isn’t the greatest of Terry’s concerns, a blur of fast-paced staff walking past carrying chairs and varied accoutrement required for an adjacent room where a press conference was to take place, some big announcement from the company that’s bound to make waves as far as PR stunts go. There’s a lull as frame tips back upon completion, the sheets flung into the young woman’s chest, slipping silk scarf barely readjusted against a chiffon blouse with a scant beat as the brunet impatiently barks out.  “ You still standin’ here? Move! ”  She does so with the swift clicking of heels, but there’s still this niggling pest hovering within the CEO’s periphery, the figure on the verge of unceremoniously interrupting his flow.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤIcy eyes pointedly flick to the redhead with pupils blown wide open  (  they had been for quite some time  ),  line of vision unnervingly inching down the other’s form in search of a lanyard, badge, or any other form of identification for clearance to be on this floor on today of all days - there is none, and it’s in that moment that Silver makes the decision that someone’s gonna to be fired within the hour. But until then—  an unwanted spark of recognition flickers about the brunet’s visage, that name having the same impact as a vicelike grip to the balls. Jaw rearranging itself, a beaming Cheshire grin is reflected back that’s part disingenuous and part malice, a large palm reaching out to tightly shake Peck’s hand.  “ Always nice to put a face to a name of someone you’re ignorin’. ”  There had been numerous letters and meeting requests from the EPA, but Terry had resoundingly disregarded them all  (  much to the chagrin of his longsuffering staff  ) - head canting to one side, the new angle casts a sheen from the overhead lighting over slicked back hair.  “ So, what’s the play: you come here to cause a scene, or what? ”

[opponentcompel]

// Thinking about various threads and discussions after part 2 where OCs or canon adjacent muses had secured a spot with Ir.on D.ragons. Fast forward to part 3 where they have to witness everything that went down, along with this guy poofing into thin air 🙃

[cobraesarchive]

the  difference  in  their  personalities  has  always  been  noticeable  and  it  became  even  more  glaringly  so  when  sat  side  -  by  -  side.  the  two  men  are  polar  opposites.  his  friend  has  a  taste  for  the  finer  things  in  life      (    even  in  the  midst  of  recent  downfall    )      while  snake  has  always  been  a  simple  man  satisfied  by  simple  pleasures.  his  own  preferences  are  a  little  less  refined.  throaty  chuckle  eases  outta  him  at  the  mention  of  'cuisine',  finding  amusement  in  the  suggestion.      "you  could  feed  me  fuckin'  dirt  and  it'd  still  taste  better  than  prison  food."      he's  hardly  in  a  position  to  complain  these  days.  the  hand  on  his  abdomen  brushes  over  healing  wound  one  last  time  before  back  straightens.  not  his  first  battle  scar.      —      probably  won't  be  his  last  either.  snake  has  tried  living  an  honest  life.  look  where  it  got  him.

question  has  brows  drawing  together  in  a  momentary  flash  of  discomfort.  answering  pinches  more  than  his  stitches.      "my  family  is.."      he  struggles  to  finish  the  sentence,  tongue  pressing  against  canines  before  finally  settling  on:      "  ..complicated."      when  isn't  it?  an  older  daughter  who  barely  speaks  to  him  and  twins  he's  only  just  re  -  learning  how  to  communicate  with  after  his  latest  stint  behind  bars.  at  least  felix  is  coming  with  them,  spot  secured  on  iron  dragons  to  sweeten  whatever  deal  is  on  the  table.  that's  something.      "we'll  manage  fine."      head  finally  nods  in  confirmation  and  he  looks  at  elder  sensei  once  more.      "y'know  you're  gonna  need  an  extra  pair  of  eyes  watching  dennis.  you  leave  him  unsupervised  for  too  long  and  all  hell  will  break  loose  out  there."      which  might  be  the  desired  approach,  now  that  he  thinks  about  it.  point  hopefully  still  stands  though.  snake  needs  the  work;    it's  all  he  knows.

[opponentcompel]

ㅤㅤTaste is usually acquired with experience, but there has to be a willingness to open one’s mind in order to fully embrace the smorgasbord this world has to offer, a feat that not all are entirely prepared to do. Set down a nice meaty steak with all the fixins, and Snake would probably be perfectly content regardless of the grading of the beef itself - whether locally sourced and pumped full of USAD approved nutrients, or grass-fed and shipped across the world from Queensland, a true gourmand would know that a good peppercorn sauce can shift opinion within an instant for the undiscerning palate of those not particularly concerned about what they put in their body  (  unfortunately he’s had to be careful in recent years  ).  “ That bad, huh? ”  There's a sharp tut, the sound alluding to how times seemed to have changed, noting how this was undoubtedly a deterrent to stop re-offenders from circling back into the system, the promise of a decent meal seemingly ample for those unfortunate enough to consider the big house as a viable lifestyle choice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhy anyone would want to go back was beyond him, yet Silver can think of far worse reasons, none of which were particular appetising for someone whom had evaded jailtime a selection of times. Analytical eyes trace over the other’s shifting mien when family comes into question, the addition of the child on the team a means to an end in the grander scheme of things - they had far stronger students in their midst, and from the elderly man’s perspective, Felix was never intended to make an impression given the others’ proven fortitude  (  nepotism can only get you so far, regardless of hardwork  ).  There’s an acquiescing nod with the topic, but an unimpressed stream of air is expelled, chin raising as gelid eyes sharply poise upon the other’s gaze - there was always a minor element of friction between Snake and Dennis, a factor Terry often took advantage of in order for the duo to meet elevated expectations their sensei held just out of reach—  but this tournament was  important, the last thing needed was for them to start a dick measuring contest while losing sight of  their  his goals.

ㅤㅤ“ Why do I get the impression I’m gonna need to keep an eye on both of you. ”  There’s no inflection with the question, a statement which brings about damning complicity akin to a foot being put down while admonishing children, an exaggerated look of disapproval present - he doesn’t appreciate the unsubtle edge of desperation about Snake’s response, one that tries to tip the scales in the younger’s favour despite the decision lying purely with the elder  (  firmly in control  ).  “ If I give you a shot, you’ll have plenty to keep preoccupied with. That is, unless you’re unprepared to be a team player..? ”  (  in short: are you willing to rein yourself the fuck in?  ).

[weltenwellen]

Caroline M. Mar, from "Intelligible"