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Say 'I don't like the casting choice for Luke and Percy in the Disney series' and nobody bats and eye.

But when I say 'I don't like the casting choice for Annabeth.' . Society...Society calls me racist.

I don't even have an issue with the race but the fact that she's not blonde. When breaking out of the dumb blonde archetype was literally one of the struggles she faces repeatedly.

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This your man 🤨

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Ꮒꫀtᥲᥣเᥲ ℳᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t

𝒮𝑀𝒜𝒰 1. 2.

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝐿𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈

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Ᏼꫀᥡᖯᥣᥲdꫀ ℳᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 / 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 Whelve: K. Hiwatari x Reader I. II.

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝐿𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈

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Reading The Secret History and Percy Jackson simultaneously is so fucking funny. Mostly because of how differently they portray the same theme.

Like on one hand, you're reading about a group of friends who were driven to extreme lengths because of this ancient deity and torn apart because of this one event and their lives were never the same.

On the other, the same god runs a camp for troubled kids on a hill in Long Island because his dad put him on timeout for trying to hit on a dryad Zeus had his eyes on. He's supposed to be sober throughout it all, wears the most gaudy shirts known to man and refuses to call the campers by their actual name.

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𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔢𝔰

Synopsis: You help your fiancé elevate his fashion sense.

❀﹒Notes : Inspired by this video but imagine it on a tie-dye background. Suggestive, established relationship, explicit language, maybe ooc (???). Reader has no chill but he's into that.

It’s hideous. 

From the tie-dye pink to the poorly edited picture and right down to the gaudy lettering of the font; absolutely hideous. “What do you think?”

He looks at it, lips drawn into a thin line of contemplation. 

“It’s something.”

The fact that he didn’t outright set this abomination on fire was a bigger testament to his commitment than the ring on your finger. Truly, the man had the patience of a monk to deal with your dubious sense of humor. 

“That’s good,” you smile, being mindful that it isn’t too broad, lest your intentions be revealed. “I made it myself.”

Of course, why didn’t he guess that already? This has your name written all over it. 

“The word choice is interesting.” 

The remark makes your smile wider just a bit. “Yeah, it’s a wordplay. I thought it was pretty clever.” 

That’s a solid way to put it. 

“Sir Cumcise,” he reads out loud. “Very cultural,” a nod of approval and a second more that his eyes remain before he strips off the suit jacket and crisp pressed shirt in the favor of pulling on the shirt over his head, much to your surprise. 

“Aren’t we going to dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Will you wear that out?” 

He’s never much cared what people have to say about him but stepping out of the house with that on really deserves to be on the cover of his portfolio of the idgaf mvp. 

He shrugs, smoothing out his hair . “It can be a conversation starter.”

“If they let us in,” you muse. It’s doubtful. The place is no Three Star Michelin but it’s decently standard. 

“Money can open a lot of doors.” 

“Like the ones to my heart.”

“...”

“And my legs-”

“Don't threaten me with a good time.”

Sae, Shinso, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Ayato, Wriothesley, Osamu, Geto, APH Netherlands.

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Ꮒꫀtᥲᥣเᥲ ⲊℳᎪU

⨍tׁׅ: 𓍯 APH America I Alfred F. Jones 𓍯 APH Portugal I João Carriedo 𓍯 APH Spain I Antonio Carriedo

notes: suggestive jokes, google translate.

Part I

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sincerelyyn save a horse, ride a cowboy or something

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⤿ zheg8st2knight my milkshake brings all zhe boys!!!

⤿ LudwigBeilschmidt to hell with your milkshake! I'm not picking you up from the club this time!

⤿hasta_la_pasta don't you bastards know it's rude to argue in some's comments??!!!

⤿McMuri'ca I want milkshake 😔

⤿sincerelyyn you just had your own AND mine ten minutes ago???

⤿bo'oh'o'wa'er definitely the longest i've seen him go without anything in his mouth

⤿McMuri'ca i actually just had her mouth in mine

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luvr_boy Posso te dar um beijo? Se você não gostar me devolve

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⤿pots&pans you're both cute together <333

⤿legoliege69 THE FOMO HITTING ME LIKE TSKDGFREG!!!

⤿trolls you're the same online as you are irl

⤿legoliege OMG FRR??!! TY SO MUCH!!

⤿nyaaowang not necessarily a good thing :/

⤿legoliege this is a hate crime 🤕

⤿sincerelyyn so out of pocket and for what 😭

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tomatino<3 bonita en rojo❤️

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⤿pasta＼(^_^)／ super pretty!!!

⤿twink-le-toes✨ a moment of appreciation for that back 😩🤌

⤿francisbonnefoy a-(wo)men 🙏

⤿sincerelyyn tysm🤧, i was on the fence abt it 'cause it's not my usual style but Antonio convinced me to take it

⤿tomatino<3 i can be convincing when i want to be

⤿luvr_boy gaslight 1. manipulate (someone) using psychological methods into questioning their own sanity or powers of reasoning.

I'll make a key with the characters and their usernames on another post and link here for anyone confused. Also, I used google for some of the translations. If there is any error, please let me know.

Feel free to send requests for any character of your choice and username ideas.

Pictures are from Pinterest. Characters belong to Himaruya. Don't copy or repost without permission.

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Apollo being the god of poetry but coming up with the most awful Haikus has the same energy as your boomer boss who doesn't know what he's doing but got promoted to the post because everyone else in the that department was clueless back when it was introduced.

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  ⏾       𝄡 ❦         །    I go by Seph.

They/Them   ⏾       𝄡 ❦         །    

ᯓ     ₁₉ ᯓ     

𓊈 ⸸ Blog is under construction, your patience is appreciated. 𓊉

☰      Just the basic rules for the blog. DNI if you're antisemitic, hinduphobic, pedophile, racist etc. ☰     Triggers and/or warnings are mentioned with the post. I try to keep things PG 16 but you're here on your own. ☰    SFW only

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Ꮒꫀtᥲᥣเᥲ ⲊℳᎪU

⨍tׁׅ: 𓍯APH China / Yao Wang 𓍯APH Greece / Heracles Karpusi 𓍯 APH France / Francis Bonnefoy

Part II

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sincerelyyn locked in for the finals 💪

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⤿ gangham_gansta mooncake 😋

⤿ nyaaowang of course your fatass would only see the food

⤿ gangham_gangsta 🤕

⤿ sincerelyyn don't be rude

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sincerelyyn his ability to fall asleep anywhere smh 🙄

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⤿ greasy.cats sleeping is the best medicine

⤿ bo'oh'o'wa'er that's NOT how it goes

⤿  McMuri'ca 🗣️We're gammar Nazi-ing with this one

⤿ LudwigBeilschmidt *grammar

⤿ McMuri'ca 💀

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francisbonnefoy La vie en rose

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⤿ bo'oh'o'wa'er I hope the glasses break

⤿ francisbonnefoy i'm in your walls.

⤿ sincerelyyn in more ways than one

⤿ Maple-esque missing you guys

⤿ kuma-jiro who?

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Wanted to get to know my audience a little better. Beside these, expect the random Rickrioden-verse shitposts.

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Pelagic

Act IV

Summary: Home is where it stinks of dead rodents.

Masterlist

It’s easy to tell you’re lying. The problem is that you don’t seem eager to budge either. It’s been a good ten minutes since Aizawa was forced to watch Hizashi try every trick, the pendulum swings from petty bribing to even pettier threatening, only for you to remain unresponsive. 

Having been the sole spectator of this tomfoolery for long enough, Aizawa moves to release you from the rope. It’s clear this is going nowhere so there is little point in keeping you here. 

You don’t move immediately though your body seems unusually tense, as if getting ready to decide between fight and flight. “You can go,” he drawls. “We’re done asking what we wanted to know.” 

You move towards the exit of the alleyway, walking slowly with your eyes darting between the two men. Once you’re far enough, you turn on your heel and run without looking back. There’s only one destination in mind, only one objective; Neito. 

-

If his life were to be made into a play then this act would certainly be titled A Series of Unfortunate Events. Lady luck seems to have forsaken him. Not once, not twice but thrice that Neito had tried, only to be not a single penny richer by the evening. 

It’s what always happens when the two of you separate. As much as he mout and mop, he finds himself seeking you out just as ire gives way to despondency. Though more often than not, you come looking for him before that happens. 

You haven’t today. 

That has him at the edge of the seat, if one could call the decaying wood that he’s sitting on while lamenting his existence a seat at all. 

Somewhere in his heart, Neito wonders if he’ll pine and die one of these days. He’s a creature of pride (dignity; as he’d argue). You’re essential though, both for his body and his soul. Sometimes he’d be overcome by the despicable nature of his own thoughts; tell him you don’t care for him the way he does about you. His solution is to tell himself that it matters not, for he hardly cares about you to begin with. To Neito, you’re worth only as much as the number of meals you can help put on the table. 

And yet, when he catches sight of you hurrying towards him, his legs betray him and so does his heart. Relief that settles in his chest is short lived, replaced by perturbation as soon as two of you get close enough. 

“Had a nice detour, did we,” he sneers. 

When your eyes meet his. Even without any words exchanged, Neito can tell you’ve had it worse. With anyone else, he’d be impervious, if not belittle and poke. 

“I’m sorry.”

Generally, you’d come bearing gifts. Mostly a humble handful of berries from the forest, or on occasion even a whole meal. Today, you’re empty handed and yet it might be the sincerest of all apologies. 

The embers of resentment die down as soon as they had begun catching flame. “Let’s go home.” 

Home isn’t much. It’s far too small, the wood is old, mouldy and decaying. There’s a smell of something ever present but you’ve gotten too used to it to complain anymore. Not Neito though, he complains everytime he sets his foot inside. 

“Smells like death.”

Despite the bitter grumble, it has an almost charming quality to it. It establishes some sort of mundanity, a reassurance that everything is just as it was. 

“If you snore, I’ll violently hit you in the face with this pillow.” 

“It’s a plank.”

“Every diamond is a coal once. “

You eye him with the judgment clear in your expression. “That’s really not something that is applicable in this situation.”

Even in the dark, you can tell he rolls his eyes as he settles with his back to you.

The thing is that sometimes home reeks of fish and rodents but once you’re curled up beside Neito for the night, it feels like every other home; safe and yours.

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Finally got this done. Also I'm struggling to find an on-theme divider so if anyone finds anything befitting, please let me know.

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𝔎𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔠

𝐼𝓉𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝑅𝒾𝓃 & 𝐼𝓉𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝒮𝒶𝑒

❀﹒Notes: Childhood friends, coming of age, angst (shocker), humor, fluff maybe if you squint. open ending.

𓍯 W.C. 2.2 K

Synopsis: Growing up and growing apart seem to go hand in hand.

The Reds

“Are you sure I can’t come?”

Sae shakes his head. The back and forth had been going on for a while and the brothers were both refusing to budge. “It’s a horror movie, you won’t like that sort of thing.” 

That was just one reason to not take Rin along. Though Sae wasn’t eager to reveal the other, more crucial one. 

The older Itoshi steps back, giving himself a once over in the mirror. Rin continues his whining in the background but the sound of the doorbell draws both boys to pause their respective actions in favor of peeking out of the door of their room to see you climbing the stairs two at a time. 

“Are you done yet or what?”

Rin’s mood seems to sour further at your appearance for it often followed his brother being too preoccupied with you and seemingly forgetting about him completely.  

“Why’re you here?” It’s no secret that your mere existence doesn’t sit well with the younger Itoshi. Not like you try to get along with him either. If anything, you seem to take some obscene joy in ruffling his feathers. 

Sae shakes his head in disapproval. “Don’t talk to them like that.” 

Rin huffs, crossing his arms across his chest. You grin, ever the opportunist at pestering the boy. “That’s right, don’t take that tone with your elders.”

“You’re the biggest baby I know,” Rin fumes. 

“Rin,” his brother warns. This has the child throwing you a nasty look while muttering ‘they started it.’ but otherwise stays quiet. 

You pull Sae out of the house, talking about something Rin isn’t particularly interested in knowing. Your figures fade over the horizon and part of Rin wonders if his brother likes you a little more than he likes him. 

The Oranges

Rin doesn’t understand why Sae was so adamant on having you accompany them to the airport. He’s young but even he understands this is one of those family only occasions. Only those select few that Sae holds closest to his heart. Then again, maybe Sae does hold you close to his heart. 

Is it more than him though? Is the nameless connection you share with Sae deeper than his own fraternal bond? Soccer is one thing they both adore, Rin likes to think it’s their thing; a secret that cannot; or rather should not be tainted by any outsider. 

You play with them often. Not as good as Sae but as far as Rin is concerned, nobody is as good as Sae. You’re better at it than Rin though. Sae tells him that he just needs more practice. His mother tries to placate him by saying it’s because you’re older. That when he’s older, he’ll get better. Personally, he prefers Sae’s reasoning. 

Rin has heard Sae’s friends tease him about you. His brother only ignores them and you turn your head the other way if you ever notice them making faces at you. You’re both similar in that sense, Rin supposes that’s why you two get along. 

But soccer obviously trumps whatever silly schtick you and Sae have. Once he gets better at it, there’s no doubt Sae will prefer him over you. 

“I got you snacks for the trip,” you hold out the bag with thinly veiled self gratification. There’s a distinctly drawn Kazuhiko on the post-aid taped to it. 

Sae takes the bag from you with a word of gratitude and an amused smile. Rin wonders briefly if he is currently bearing witness to an intimate moment. Unlike the cheesy scenes on TV, there isn’t a kiss shared between the two of you; nothing that denotes affection outwardly but the way you look at each other is enough. Rin doesn’t quite grasp the labyrinthine details of this dynamic but he can make out there’s something.

Even as Sae walks towards the gates of the airport, you shed not a single tear but only wave until you lose sight of him. Rin waves harder, just to one up you in this childish feud you seem too occupied to even take notice of. 

The Yellows

Rin is sprawled on the grass, chest heaving with the need for more air. Despite the obvious fatigue, his will remains absolute. 

“Again.”

You look down from where you’re sitting beside him in the grass, knees propped up and arms supporting your weight from the back. 

“No way, it’s getting way too hot.”

With Sae gone, you’ve been trying to fill in the role of a good elder sibling figure. To Rin, you’re only worth as much as you can help him improve. He plays at school but one on one afternoons with you help him learn better. But it’s more than just that; having you around is so irksome that he misses Sae a little less. Not that you can fill the older Itoshi’s shoes. Sae is the kindest big brother in the world, the best in every way a person can be. While you are…you. No, it’s just that he gets so caught up in these nonsensical dissents that it makes Rin momentarily forget that his brother isn’t here. 

You push yourself off the ground, dusting the back of your shorts. He’s left to pick up the ball and trudge behind you. 

The afternoon is spent with you chatting his ear off about your texts with Sae over a glass of lemonade. His brother tells you more than he tells Rin and you make sure to let that fact be crystal clear despite never actually saying the words . It only solidifies the opinion that you’re truly the most heinous being to walk this earth. 

“Will you come tomorrow,” he interjects at some point, unable to withstand this contemporary form of torture. 

“Don’t know,” you shrug. “Honestly, I’ve taught you all I know.”

Inwardly, the admission has him preening. It’s the closest you have come to capitulating. 

You return the next day, as you always do despite never committing to it. Rin scores that morning and you have him celebrate with the ice cream you promised. 

The Greens

Your visits dwindle down eventually. Everyday turns into every other day, then weekly until finally they stop entirely. Initially Rin was certain you were just a bitter loser but then you stop coming to play with the neighborhood kids too.

The questions are answered only when he overhears a conversation between his mother and yours. How you were so caught up in your studies that it doesn’t leave any time for much else with having been accepted into a reputed high school. Then proceeds to add how you mentioned Sae to be immersed in his training in Madrid since the phone calls and texts have become less frequent that she recalls.

Somehow Rin finds this preposterous. But before he can think more of the troubles that come with growing up, contemplate the sorrows of the fleeting existence of some people in our lives, his mother’s laugh rings in the air. 

“It's all part of growing up, temporary. They’ll find their way back to each other when time calls for it.” 

For the better or worse, he lets himself believe in them. 

The Blues

“To me you’re nothing but a nuisance. Just a little brother who’s a pain in the neck. Get lost, I don’t need you in my life.”

Sae walks further, only then noticing you standing in the dark. He walks past you but stops a few feet away to look over his shoulder when you don’t follow after him. 

“Are you coming,” there’s an expectant look in his eyes. You’re suddenly made all too aware of the fact that you’re at crossroads. 

Sae always does what he wants. It’s how prodigies work; they march to the rhythm of their own drum even if the tune is closer to noise for everyone else. Rin does what Sae wants him to do. Now that you think about it, that doesn’t seem very fair. 

And then there’s you, unsure of where you stand in this world. Unsure which turn is the correct one. 

You don’t walk towards either of them but your body angles towards Rin and Sae knows you’ve made your decision even before you say the words.

 “In a bit. You go on.” 

And so he walks off. You stay behind to pick up the pieces. 

Rin doesn’t meet your eyes, only keeps them on the floor. Not that it makes a difference. You can tell he’s heartbroken. Maybe that's what being thirteen is about.

You want to comfort him, tell him it’s how siblings are. They squabble and scratch and throttle each other. If not today, not tomorrow then someday they’ll return to each other, return home. But somehow, you feel it’d do more harm than good by undermining his feelings at the moment so settle for something simpler.

“Let’s go home,” you coax. “It’s cold.” He wants to but his legs feel leaden. Then you take him by the arm to steer him out of the snow. He offers no resistance. 

You stay beside him the whole time, unwilling to leave him alone in his current state. For the first time in all these years he has known you, you stay silent, gaze fixed straight ahead on the open road. The grief subsides, not entirely but enough for him to take notice of the way your clothes fit differently and the way the area under your eyes seems darker than he ever recalls seeing. 

If this is growing up, Rin isn't sure if he wants to anymore.

The Indigoes

Maybe some things never change. Rin was always second, back when Sae seemed to care more about you than him. And now when the roles are reversed, he still remains the second option. Or at least in those moments, those out of body experiences, he feels that way.

You still hangout with Sae. Rin convinces himself that he doesn’t care, until he spots you both idling around. The occasional quirk of his lips and whatever little tenderness that Sae seems to still be capable of in the depths of his frigid heart, all of it is reserved for you. 

Naturally, you hangout with Rin too, having returned to being insufferable as before, if not more. A feat he didn’t even think was humanly possible. 

Rin should have been content with this, content with your time together but he’s not. He’s angry, so, so impossibly angry; at Sae, at himself, at the universe. Not you though, ironically. In fact, nowadays you’re the only creature that seems to bring him tranquility in the only way you know; by being so vexing that he forgets all worldly troubles. 

So he decides to be covetous. He’s sick of being second. As a child, it was simply aggravating. Now though, it feels nauseous. 

It’s only fair. Sae has forsaken you both but Rin was here all along, he’s still here and he will be here even after Sae leaves for Spain. 

The Violets 

Sae’s departure allows Rin to monopolize your time. Or at least what is left after you’re done hunched over your books. 

He’ll come over or ask you to visit instead, making up something about needing help with some schoolwork. It’s the easiest way to let your parents free you temporarily from the prison that is your room and it lets him keep some semblance of dignity. Besides, your tutoring isn’t half bad when you’re not actively trying to screw with him. 

“Picture this,” you start. “You’re in a dark stadium. So dark in fact that you can’t even see the ball… The only way you can find out is by kicking another ball at it so when it hits, the other ball moves and let’s just say it can light up momentarily on contact with the second ball. But then the first ball moves forward and out somewhere. While it was still, its velocity was obviously zero since it wasn’t covering any displacement. But now that it’s in motion, it has some velocity. Only problem is that we don’t know what it is. And that’s why the position of the ball and its velocity cannot be determined simultaneously.” 

Rin looks at the open textbook before him. “Did you just replace ‘electron’ with ‘ball’?” 

“Did you get it this time?”

You watch his face scrunch up in distaste. It’s a ridiculous sort of expression, like he’s constipated. “Yes,” a begrudging admission falls from his lips. 

“New game, take a shot everytime I say ‘ball’. But anyway, that’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.” 

“The only thing I’m uncertain about is your mental stability.” 

“Says the one who likes to play with balls alongside twenty one other guys.”

“...Get out.” 

You smile, clearly pleased at yourself. Rin keeps a straight face, for one he genuinely doesn’t find this genre of humor particularly funny, especially not with how repetitive that joke is. Besides, it’ll only enable you. 

“Laughing isn’t taxed, y’know?”

“...” “And even if it was, you could pay with Sae’s money.” 

“Like he’s going to give me any.”

“That’s what bank fraud is for.”

A brief quirk graces Rin’s lips. He tries to wipe off the traces but it’s clearly too late. You make a thespian display of it for the rest of the week. 

Rin fears you’ll hold it over his head for the rest of your lives. Though if that assures that your existence will be bound to his, maybe it's worth the headaches that come with your company.

Constructive is always welcome and appreciated. This work has a lot of analogies, I'm not sure if I managed to capture all of it so feel free to ask in case of confusion.

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ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

Synopsis: Starting beef in the morning bus because being a hater isn't a hobby, it's a lifestyle.

It's dumb. Cretinous, even. There is absolutely no logical excuse he has for playing chicken, let alone with someone he doesn't even know. But the undeniable truth of the matter is that he's a petty, petty man and this competition satiates some deep rooted depravity in his soul.

Yesterday he'd come in an hour early just to see you standing there even before him. Of course, he'd mentally raged up a storm even though all you were spared was a stink eye. He could practically feel your smugness as if it were a tangible thing he dreamt about taking into the palms of his hand and crushing into bits before feeding it to the pigeons in the park .

He'd sworn vengeance upon you, your bloodline, your neighbor and your neighbor's mailbox. Being a man of action, he had every intention to complete this quest today. So, he woke up at five in the morning, just to be here two hours earlier than he had to be. The sight of the empty bus stand fills him with an inexplicable sense of jubilation. Sure, it earned more than a few odd looks from occasional jogger taking this route since the first bus came hours later but the high of his victory combined with his inability to give a fuck were enough to not let that affect him whatsoever.

He waits and waits and then waits some more but there's no sign of you. Finally ,he sees the bus coming from up ahead and concludes the humiliation of your defeat once you spotted him there from a distance must have been too great for you to bear. So you took back to home.

Climbing up the steps, his eyes naturally fall on the seat that he always occupies. The feeling of elation sublimates into nothingness the moment he catches sight of you in it.

The one next to you is empty so naturally, he marches over and begins fuming silently. You don't notice him, too occupied with something on your phone.

"How come you weren't at the station but you're on the bus?"

Your eyes snap over to him, looking momentarily displeased at being pulled out of the early morning brain rot of your choice.

"You don't take the bus on Saturdays."

He scowls. Not only did you not answer his question, you even pointed out something you have no business knowing.

"And you know that because," he asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

This earns a roll of your eyes before you turn to look at the scenery outside. What better way to start the day but by looking at concrete jungles representing state of the art capitalism and classism?

The bus slows down after a few minutes and he stands up, earning an odd look from you.

"Don't you have a few more stops to go?"

Your question earns another look. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been stalking me." 

“I’m just observant.” 

He looks unconvinced but his stop is already here and he’d rather not miss today. So he turns to walk over to the door but not before the confession falls out of his lips. “This is my stop. I just sat longer so I could stay in that seat. Besides, it’s good cardio to walk a little.” He’s gone before you can ridicule him.

Secretly, you can’t help but be a little impressed by the sheer spite the universe has stuffed in this stranger's being . The next time you see him, maybe you’ll let him in on your own secret. After all, you’d been walking a stop further from your own at an ungodly hour just to keep this senseless enmity going. 

BLLK: Kaiser, Raichi

BNHA: Bakugou, Monoma

Haikyuu: Tsukishima, Kageyama

First divider credit to @bernardsbendystraws. Can't remember where I got the second one. If anyone knows, hmu and I'll give credit.

[anodetoswag]

Themes in Blue Lock: A story about the importance of ego in a team game like soccer. Foreshadowing the innate thirst of humans to reach their highest potential even if it means destruction of the mind, soul and body. Using others around you as stepping stones because everybody is inherently hungering for success and self serving, no matter if they're comrades, enemies or even friends. Characters in Blue Lock

Bipolar: A guy who started his villain arc because he passed to a teammate during a school match and they didn't manage to score; as the MC.

Schizophrenia: A seventeen year old with an imaginary friend who is a monster.

Intermittent explosive disorder: Some dude who had to be put in a straightjacket and muzzled.

[anodetoswag]

Plot idea: MC thinks they're the isekai'd one. Plan to take advantage of the fact that they know the plot. In reality, the main cast + NPC/ side characters are all isekai'd but none of them know about the other.

[anodetoswag]

Is it weird to have a favorite

part of an organ system?

Mine is probably veins

because they're misunderstood.

~ My sister but also Will Solace