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terrence-silver · 2 years
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What about a mean!beloved who liked getting Terry's staff in trouble on purpose? Like they would make up something dumb to get staff in trouble over or complain about a very minor issue and then go whine to Terry about it? How would 80s Terry and old man Terry react to this? Would Terry play along since he does get enjoyment out of tormenting people or would it annoy him?
Terry's a sadist too and Terry knows and Terry approves.
Thing is, he'd handpick which staff members beloved can put through this treatment specifically; the disposables, if you will. Those who are soon to be fired without realizing they are, the inadequate ones, those who have angered him, failed him, those who need punishment and disciplining. Terry is smarter than to harm those who are useful, devoted and those who he still very much needs and respects --- which I do believe he's capable of. Those he doesn't, on the other hand? They're free to be utilized for beloved's sadistic tendencies, which he observes and quite frankly, gets turned on by. He likes to see beloved be cruel, awful, meanspirited and vengeful and hey, he might just throw in a couple of useful ideas himself on how this torment can be utilized best. He likes watching. Terry likes to watch pain being inflicted in his stead, under his careful curating more than he likes do it himself at times. Of course he's secretive about this whatever the era is. Nobody wants to be known as the person who abuses their employees outright, whether this 1980, 1990, 2000 or present day, and really, the staff who are put through this are so gaslit and manipulated they don't even realize they were abused or that they were pit against each under the premise of petty promotions and benefits and as such, abuse each other and themselves. They merely think it is their fault for performing their job badly.
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terrence-silver · 2 years
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The prompt about what would various CK characters think of Terry's beloved...I adored how you wrote that Mr. Miyagi would achieve closure and a sense of forgiveness through knowing Terry is loved. That was so beautiful. Seems perfectly in-character and in touch with the spirit of what TKK originally always stood for...something that CK forgot along the way. Can you perhaps write a tiny yet effective one shot about it?
Slowing down in front of the steps of the courthouse in the 1942 Chevrolet pickup truck, he stops the man he was searching for, from across two colossal conjoint traffic lanes separated by a crowd, onlookers, the police and a gathered group of bodyguards. A new batch of Bonsai planting pots secured and stacked atop of each other on the backseat, Nariyoshi Miyagi observes the public exchange. Hair slicked back and always in a fine suit, the tallest out of all the people gathered there, easy to pick out even from afar, from the other end of the boulevard --- he read about Terry Silver's September court hearing, yet he said nothing to Daniel-San after the tournament finally ended as well as it could've, hiding the occasional magazines, finding clever ways to conceal what needed to be concealed. Best not upset him. Open old wounds that are better forgotten and left to heal, faded through the slow passage of time. He stayed vigilant instead of his student, though. Kept up to date on periodicals. The occasional television broadcast. Nothing wrong with that. With knowing. He supposes he took this route today deliberately on the way back from picking up necessities for his trees. Wanted to witness it for himself. Not to gloat. Just to see. He observes nothing of interest as Mr. Silver's private entourage, as immaculately suited up as he himself was, pushes away protestors. He observes nothing. Only one reaping what they sow. He almost feels pity for the man.
There's a second someone there, giving Mr. Silver an embrace.
That's when his observational interest returns.
The embrace is reciprocated at the shadow of a parked, tinted Jeep, and the sneering, scoffing demon from the tournament buries his neck into the crook of the companion's neck in a brief moment of unexpected tenderness, causing one Nariyoshi Miyagi to ease into the leather seat of his car and watch with a sense of carefulness and renewed curiosity. Grimness. A brief kiss of comfort, caught by the flashing camera of photographers, Mr. Silver's hand shielding the body of his companion from harm as they scoot away, into their own mode of transport, an arm, extended over their head shielding them as they safely scuffle through the entrance. He waits until they're driven away by their chauffeur through the crowd right before he turns the key in the ignition himself. He thinks of Yukie on instinct then. He thinks of his wife. His child. Love is a way for life to renew itself, it is said. Sometimes, a dog isn't feral or bad, it simply wasn't domesticated and cared for enough. Nariyoshi Miyagi ceases following up on news concerning Mr. Silver's whereabouts after that, discarding all the newspaper articles he's collect when Daniel-San isn't prone to seeing. He figures this story has reached an ending. The last thing he throws away is the page of a periodical containing the photograph of he courthouse kiss, blurry, faded. He bought the issue as it came out. He holds the image, in his hands, packaging it neatly for the collectors to take away in the morning. Once they do, he thanks them kindly and watches after their truck.
Nature doesn't hurry, yet everything is achieved.
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terrence-silver · 2 years
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If at all I do get married, I'd demand the groom to move a 9 inch iron pillar bare handed without any instruments or lubricants or whatever, only then I'd become his. That's the condition I put forth for marriage to my parents lol. How would yandere Terry Silver(both eras) and his parents(platonic yanderes)react to this demand?
Honestly, a particularly cocky and self-assured Terry retrieves that pillar with expert ease and a smile, flexing his strength, physique and ability for beloved. Stretching his arms and his neck once he's done, maintaining firm, unflinching eye contact as a way of saying 'See'. He didn't move that piece of iron for free, though. Nothing's for free. He'll expect what was promised in return. As for his parents? They're probably on the sidelines (sipping champagne, like the VIP lodge at the horse track would --- appearing awfully haughty) expecting no less of a Silver.
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