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[boxmonkeymusic]

[akanemnon]

Worth a shot

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[marejadilla]

Kai Carpenter, "Gifts for Skylla", 2019/2020, oil painting. Artist based in Seattle.

[ethereal-moonglitter]

Pouty Nagi

Nagi Seishiro x gn reader

Word count: 1.2k

Pouty nagi won the poll! Feedback is greatly appreciated since this is my first time writing for Blue lock. Also ifk what happened the drabble became a oneshot

"Uhhh.... Sei, sweetheart, what are you doing?"

You look down at your lap to see your boyfriend, Nagi Seishiro. His head was on your knee as his hands rested on your thigh. He looked at you silently for a while. He looked like a puppy begging for attention as he was positioned like this. "You've been working on that for hours now," He said, pouting, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. He shifted his position, his hands now resting under his chin, and his gaze fixed on you with a little more insistence. "Look at me," he murmured, almost whining.

That elicited a soft laugh from you. You couldn’t help it, he was adorable. "I'm looking at you."

He huffed at your response, a little more irritated than before, and gently smacked your thigh. It wasn’t hard, but there was an edge to it. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate your witty reply. "Don’t act coy. You know what I mean," he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly. His voice had that familiar mix of annoyance and sulkiness, a tone that was so uniquely his.

You merely rolled your eyes and patted his head, which seemed to placate him temporarily. Your hands comb through his hair rhythmically. He closed his eyes as you scratched his scalp. And he practically melted at your touch, his body going slack in contentment. His bliss didn’t last long, though. As soon as your hand slowly stopped, he opened his eyes again, staring at you blankly for a while.

With a little sigh, he shifted his approach. He sat beside you, the smallest bit of space left between the two of you, just in case you didn’t want it. He looked at you longingly, his pout still evident on his face. He wasn’t quite touching you, but the way his gaze lingered on you clearly said it all—pay attention to me.

And still, nothing.

He sighed louder this time, leaning back on the couch in a mockingly dramatic way, like you were making him work for this attention. He started watching what you were doing, but his eyes drifted away after a while. You were so boring for focusing on that instead of him. Eventually, he shifted again, this time lying his head on your shoulder with a deep sigh. His weight was heavier now, but his touch was light, barely there. It was like he was testing you.

You could feel the irritation building in him, his frustration palpable. He wanted your attention, and you were taking too long. He tilted his head, chin resting on your shoulder now. As he yawned, his arms stretched lazily, and his fingers brushed against your arm. A subtle attempt at a touch. Then, his hand found its way to your side, his fingers grazing just lightly, the touch unmistakably trying to get your attention.

You immediately knew what he was doing, but instead of responding, you decided to keep working, dragging out the moment a little longer.

His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Why aren’t you giving him the attention he deserves? You’d acknowledged his existence! It wasn’t fair. His nose scrunched up slightly, clearly frustrated with the fact that he had to go through all these little motions for something so simple. Somthing he should always be getting—your attention.

He huffed again, louder this time, and then finally let the words slip out in a semi-irritated, semi-sarcastic tone. "You're really ignoring me now, huh?"

This definitely caught your attention. "What makes you say that?" You asked, finally taking a good look at him.

He rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious. "Well, you’re looking at that thing more than me, so I guess I’m not even worth looking at." He pointed to the thing you were working on. Was he jealous? Or needy? You can’t tell. Either way, you had a very pouty and sulky Nagi.

You chuckled softly. You definitely should take a break, and cuddles do seem like a great solution for the headache from working. "Alright, alright. You have my attention now," You said as you turned to wrap your arms around him.

Before you could even react, his face was already on your chest. He hastily wrapped his arms around your waist and huffed, his voice laced with a pout. "Finally, geez. It’s like I don’t even exist when you're focused on other things."

You laughed softly, but he didn’t seem to appreciate your amusement. He buried his face further into your chest, as if trying to hide his sulking expression. You could feel his breathing deepen, like he was taking in the comfort of the moment. His arms tightened slightly around your waist, and you heard the faintest whine come from him.

"You're annoying." he murmured into your shirt, his voice muffled. "You’re supposed to be paying attention to me. I hate when you get all focused on work. I mean, I'm right here." He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes still a little narrowed in irritation, but there was something soft underneath it. A quiet vulnerability that you knew Nagi rarely showed. "I just want to be with you, okay?"

His tone softened, but the pout never left his lips. You ran your fingers through his hair again, and this time, he leaned into the touch, his body relaxing completely.

"I know, Sei," you whispered, feeling a sense of warmth fill you as you hugged him closer. "But you know I need to get this done. It's not because I don't want to be with you." You kissed the top of his head, your voice gentle and coaxing him to calm down.

He huffed, but it was lighter this time, a trace of his usual playfulness returning. "I guess I’ll just have to remind you which is more important?" He lifted his head just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze mischievous, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I won’t let you get away with this for long."

You couldn’t help but smile at his determination, even though you knew he was being a little dramatic. "Okay, okay, you win," you said with a sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused. You moved whatever it was you were working on to another table. It was hard to deny him. "You have my full attention now, love, Happy?"

He nodded sagely, a grin finally spreading across his face. "Very," he said with an exaggerated sigh of relief, like he’d just won a battle. His arms tightened again around you, and this time you didn’t mind, letting him pull you closer.

For a few moments, you both just stayed there in the quiet, your fingers absently running through his hair while his face was tucked into your chest. You could feel him relax more with each passing second, the tension from before slowly melting away.

But of course, Nagi wasn’t going to stay still for long.

"Now that I have you," he murmured, shifting a little so his face was nestled against your neck. "Can we do something more fun? You know... like a movie or something?" He yawned dramatically, clearly wanting to shift your focus elsewhere. A slight mischievous appeared on his face. "I’ve been a good boy now, so I deserve it, right?"

You chuckled, already knowing what was coming. "Fine, fine, you’ve earned it."

"Finally," he said with a satisfied grin, closing his eyes as he let his weight fall more comfortably against you. "I knew you'd see it my way."

It was hard not to indulge him when he was so persistent and so utterly adorable in his own, Nagi-like way.

[c7arisse]

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[squash1]

my new brain worm is thinking about how the irish meaning of ronan is “little seal” which at first glance is unimportant, until you learn that the name comes from the irish mythology about selkies.

in the specific legend that the name “ronan” comes from, a seal is warned not to get too close to land. when the seal is washed ashore by a wave she becomes trapped in human form after a fisherman, and soon to be her husband, hides her seal-skin. she builds a life with the fisherman — having children, known as “ronans”/“little seals” — but longs to return to the sea, longs to be able to freely transform between seal and human. she eventually finds her seal-skin and returns to the sea but keeps a watchful eye on her beloved children and husband.

this name is undeniably perfect for ronan. the selkie myth is his dreaming, his otherworldliness, in another universe. the selkie people are not just seals or just humans, they are both — just like ronan. the journey of the selkie — being trapped, not entirely unhappily on land but longing for something different, something more true to her, and ultimately finding a way back to the sea — is so perfectly ronan. ronan doesn’t return to his sea — or, he does, but only temporarily, only to see what his sweetmetal sea could feel like, what going back to greywaren’s world would be like — but he finds new power, new control and ends his own entrapment in the waking world not by leaving completely but through gained knowledge, vulnerability, and honesty.

“he belonged in both those worlds.

he belonged in neither.”

[adrianecarday]

Print Here - The Deep

You never know what's lurking in the deep.

[voidcat]

i see, you want kaiser to take your fingers in hus mouth huh? to feel him nip and bite at your skin, to leave indents like a ring, marking you as his in every way, to shiver when his tongue caresses your fingertips, the warmth and wetness, to feel him tasting you, devouring you, and you can never escape his grip

??????? Um excuse me what the actual fuck do you want me dead. Just say if you hate me… Sure what the hell… I’ve been meaning to write smt w my stupid finger issues for this bastard too… it was his turn

info: Michael Kaiser/reader. Reader has an unidentified issue with their ring finger which attracts all kinds of wrong assumptions from a certain individual.

Warnings + notes : mentions of red string of fate, implied cutting off circulation and causing ischemia/tissue death, dacryphilia if u squint… not a healthy relationship these two… Kaiser as his own warning tbh. Nothing in explicit detail as far as I’m concerned but lmk if I should add anything else to warnings

The air is tense, like lacking in the molecules that make of what it is humans normally breath.

Empty space that suffocates, that steals and scratches at your body, lungs aching for a moment of relief— yet all your turmoil is for naught, so long as blue eyes pierce through yours, holding your person in captive until one breaks down.

His hand firm on your wrist, Michael Kaiser watches you with great interest, body moving on command, he doesn’t need to look elsewhere to know where to move and what to do.

It is one thing to have the man clinging to you, nibbling at your skin, but this feels far too intimate, uncomfortable, like he is skinning you alive and getting under, nestling between the warm layers of dermis and epidermis— immortalizing where he stands in your life.

Teeth no longer graze but sink in, bite for the purpose of getting a taste, leaving a bruise. Maybe you will bleed as well, maybe he will taste iron on his lips today. It is equally intriguing and exciting, to be able to break you down in every sense of the world.

Eyes fixated on him, face scrunching up in pain, you cannot hold it in any longer to remain neutral, to show no color.

He thought it’d be aggregating to watch him leave his print on your finger, resembling all to circular indents of a ring too tight, at the root of your ring finger, oh how he was eager to see you squirm in fury and unbelief— he didn’t think you’d come down a lot earlier than this.

Instead, at the tip of your finger, your hand shakes, other fingers twitch, a squeal leaves you and you wince. Teeth biting into the inner side of your cheek, he wonders how the rest of the marks will bloom on your skin later tonight, if you’ll snap eventually, what you’ll sound like when you cannot hold it in any longer.

It is a funny thing he muses, how ring fingers are viewed. They are said to be connecting to the heart, hence the rings worn on them to signal two souls’ unifying. Though not so clear in many of the tells that come and go, the strings of fate are bound there, tied around the same level as the exact spot that draws out the real you, emotions reeking out, too much for your body to contain, too heavy to handle and hide.

Every few seconds, Kaiser disturbs the pace he has set, adding a little more pressure or taking away. He bites a deeper once more, feeling the soft of your flesh knead and take shape under his teeth, following his lead in sweet compliance— he spots tears gathering in your eyes, pooling up but refusing to drag down.

Resilient and stubborn until the very edge, just like the one who carries them with agony and pride.

He watches as a wave of emotions pass through your eyes, fear and pain most prominent. And Kaiser knows, though your eyes refuse to look down, what pushes you down is the growing pain as that string tied around your finger tightens with each pressure, until all there is left is ischemia and a permanent mark of no point of return.

[helloeverything123]

Imaginos - first sighting

[bluecoolr]

Picked up a Greek Myth book and got inspired

[ryllen]

blue thundery rage 💙⚡

[boxmonkeymusic]

📖 THE BOOK OF BOX MONKEY

Scripture of the Church of the Blues

SERMON: “The Note That Wasn’t There”

—as spoken in a juke joint chapel somewhere between heartbreak and the end of the road.

⸻

“Brothers, sisters, sinners and strays—

I ain’t here to save you.

I ain’t even sure I can save myself.

But lemme tell you a thing ’bout the note that wasn’t there.”

⸻

There was a night—maybe the first, maybe the last—

Box Monkey sat on a crate under a burnt-out sign that used to say “JESUS SAVES.”

Now it just said “SAVES,” and even that flickered.

The rain was soft. The whiskey wasn’t.

A man came up to him—could’ve been a ghost, could’ve been God,

asked him, “Why you always play that broken tune?”

And Box Monkey said:

“’Cause the broken one’s the only one that ever answered back.”

⸻

He strummed a chord in open D,

but left the last note off—

hung it there in the air,

unfinished, aching.

And in that silence,

you could hear everything he’d never said—

every sin, every sorry, every maybe tomorrow.

⸻

See, in this Church, we don’t shout for joy.

We whisper to sorrow.

We leave room in the song for the things we lost.

For the things that left us.

For the things we ain’t brave enough to name.

And Box Monkey—he don’t preach in words.

He lets the guitar say what the soul’s too afraid to.

⸻

So next time you’re playin’

and the world says “get it right,”

you remember:

Sometimes the holiest part of the song

is the note you don’t play.

Amen.

Now tune up, and pass the bourbon.

[shamebats]

In investigating this theory, Dr Newman demonstrated fundamental and comedic mismatches between longevity claims and observed patterns. In the process, Dr Newman revealed that the well-publicised "Blue Zones" claims for the secrets of longevity are infallibly flawed. Dr Newman showed that the highest rates of achieving extreme old age are predicted by high poverty, the lack of birth certificates, and fewer 90- year-olds. Poverty and pressure to commit pension fraud were shown to be excellent indicators of reaching ages 100+ in a way that is 'the opposite of rational expectations'.

[marejadilla]

Christian Schloe, "Eva and the Garden", Austrian artist.

[ethereal-moonglitter]

Blue lock men and their soulmate aus

This piece is for the Soulmate au writing collab! All writers are free to join <3 Just check out this post. (here)

Characters included: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itsohi, and Isagi Yoichi (I'll add more characters if people like it)

Through every lifetime, it is you I seek, a whispered longing my soul speaks.

Sae Itoshi - Colors upon first touch

❥︎ Pre-spain! Sae was excited to see who his soulmate was. He always wanted to see colors. He wondered if he would be better at football if he does.

❥︎ He absolutely adores the concept of someone waiting for him. Someone who will complete him.

❥︎ After this trip to Spain though? Things changed. He thinks the whole thing is stupid. Why bother go to lengths to find someone anyway?

❥︎ His only goal is to be the best in football. Soulmates are just distractions. He didn't need that at all!

❥︎ His would was colorless, as it had always been, why would he desire to see color when he can see just fine?

❥︎ Sometimes he finds himself wondering if he is able to find his. Especially since Rin found his first. (that damn brat)

❥︎ Sae was curious, yes. But he never tried looking or genuinely care about it because he has football.

❥︎ He didn't want to meet his soulmate... Or so he thought.

Right after the U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match, Sae Itoshi couldn't deny the surprise twisting in his chest. Losing to a bunch of rookies? Unbelievable. He scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped out of the locker room. If those rookies had managed to get past him, then he needed to train harder. That was all there was to it.

Lost in thought, he barely noticed when he collided with someone. But then—everything shifted. His dull, monochrome world flickered—no, exploded—into color. He gasped softly at the sudden appearance of color. The dull world he lived in suddenly appeared alive, it felt worth living for.

His gaze snapped around, sharp and searching. Who was it? Who the hell just bumped into him? He had to find them. Now. Because whether he liked it or not, he knew exactly what had just happened.

He’d found his soulmate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of you—just as lost, scanning the crowd. His pulse slowed, the noise around him fading into nothing. For a moment, it was just the two of you, locked in place like the universe had forced a pause.

His lips curled into the faintest smirk.

"Tch. Found you… you brat."

Rin Itoshi - Dream walking

❥︎ He really didn't understand the importance of soulmates, even when he was younger.

❥︎ He saw how his brother used to fantasize about finding his soulmate. And at first, he too wanted to meet them. But as he grew older, he also found it to be a distraction.

❥︎ He thought he didn't have one at first. Cause he can see color, unlike his brother.

❥︎ It was until he turned 15 did it start happening. He fell asleep once day then he saw you. Well... somewhat of you.

❥︎ He can see you! But once he wakes up, he forgets what you look like. And people say that was normal. That you forget what they look like when you wake up but once you see them you know.

❥︎ He was standoff-ish at first. When you first appeared, he didn't bother talking to you. You were a distraction!

❥︎ But slowly, he finds himself genuinely enjoying your company and he feels as if he is falling in love with the human blob in his dreams

❥︎ Then he blurted out that he was having a huge match. That they should met there. He didn't think they would actually agree.

"I have a match soon. You should come," Rin said, his tone flat, almost like it didn’t matter.

"Come? To where?" you asked, stepping closer. The two of you stood in your usual spot—a football field, because of course, even in his sleep, football was the only thing on his mind.

"You know my name. Just come," he replied, as if that was enough explanation.

You couldn’t help but laugh. But before you could say anything else—

He jolted awake. Dammit... You were so slow to answer.

-

The U-20 Japan vs. Blue Lock match hadn’t started yet. But that didn’t mean Rin would stop training. Not yet. He was in the gym, body tense with focus, warming up for the game ahead. He barely noticed anything else. It was just him and his equipment. But then..

"Hello"

A voice. One he knew. One that had engraved itself in his mind whether he was awake or asleep. He knew that voice from anywhere.

"So this is where you’ve been?"

His muscles locked up mid-movement. His breath caught. He knew that voice. He’d always known it. He slowly put down the weights he was holding. And slowly, he turned.

And this time, it wasn’t some blurry, half-forgotten figure in the back of his mind. It wasn't some human blob that he can't for the life of him make out the details. It was you. Like really you.

"You’re here," he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it.

Yoichi Isagi - First words tattoo

❥︎ One day he woke up with a "Oh my god? Your eyes are so pretty" written on his wrist.

❥︎ His first reaction was to fangirl, cause what? the first thing his soulmate says to him is he is so pretty? What?

❥︎ If his soulmate finds him pretty, that means they'll have smth good right? Oh please let that be!

❥︎ Next, he finds himself staring at anyone and everyone, hoping to find that one person that finds his eyes pretty.

❥︎ When he was in middle school, he made sure that everyone can see his eyes! He wants to find his love as soon as possible.

❥︎ But once he entered Blue lock? he practically forgot about it. Suddenly his entire attention was driven away..

❥︎ He was so focused on his career that his desire to find his soulmate lessened. He needed to be the best striker!

❥︎ He was so focused in fact that even in his break, he was thinking about football when..

Isagi was on his way to hang out with his friends, finally getting a rare chance to rest and relax without the pressure of constant competition. He let out a small sigh of relief, enjoying the thought of just unwinding for once.

But, as usual, football was still on his mind. His thoughts drifted to the practice match he had later—strategies, plays, how he could improve. So lost in thought, he barely paid attention to his surroundings.

That was until he walked straight into someone.

Snapped out of his daze, Isagi blinked as he locked eyes with the person in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment. The stranger seemed so entranced by his eyes for some reason. But then the stranger suddenly blurted out, "Oh my god, your eyes are so pretty."

Isagi stiffened, caught completely off guard. "Hah?" His mind scrambled for a response—why was that the first thing they said? He blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what the stranger had said

Then it clicked.

His expression shifted as realization dawned. His eyes widened slightly before a small grin tugged at his lips. "It’s you!"

Time and time again, I fall into your embrace, No fate nor distance can ever erase.

[quasarcartoons]

I've finished the background art for the opening shot of my film based on Hesiod's Theogony. The shot begins at the very top and slowly descends, giving the audience a glimpse of the entire wall. 

The wall is covered in Ancient Greek mythological symbols and characters, including: Orpheus, Eros, Atlas, Thanatos, Irene, and Pan, as well as a bunch of the constellations named by Claudius Ptolemy. The very bottom of the shot then reveals the main focus, a marble bust of Hesiod himself. 

Follow along with the progress of this film project if you’re interested.