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ladyluscinia · 11 months

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Izzy, Bottles, and Apologies

Izzy's arc in S2 has been a wild ride.

The S1 Izzy enjoyers are feeling vindicated as hell, many people are fully revising their opinion of him, and the people still hating him have a new criticism or off the wall theory daily. David Jenkins LOVES Izzy and is having the time of his life trying to make sure everyone else does too. They had Con O'Neill sing in drag!

And naturally I have thoughts.

This is gonna be a two part post, I think. First, as much as people are celebrating Izzy having realized his arc and come into his own - from the singing to the apparent BlackBonnet shipping - there are some threads they could pull on that might reveal more arc to come. And I am really hoping they pull them, so I'm gonna tell you why you should too!

And second, I have some minor points I dislike and concerns that this might be the end of the arc. Which would be disappointing but I think I get why, so I'm gonna discuss that too.

To start...

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"How are you handling all this so well?"

Here's the thing about S2 Izzy - while I need to be clear his behavior is not OOC or inconsistent with S1, it is happening rather fast. I'm pretty sure that has a lot to do with out of universe reasons I'll get into later, but in-universe it stands out. Now, he's hardly the only one operating on an accelerated schedule - the timeline for this season is an insanely fast not-even-two-weeks - but Izzy's defining struggle in S1 was fear of change. That was the cause of his friction with Edward, and what made him an antagonist in the first place.

In S2 he's gone through a lot of trauma, yes, but that fear is noticeably less present than I would expect.

Izzy in 2x06 has been cleaned up from his sobbing mess phase for just over 48 hours and he faces Edward with a joke, and then that night sings a moving French serenade to the crew. The next morning he's teasing them about finally hooking up and spends the day offering both Stede and Edward relationship advice.

He's a newly realized man... shedding repression and embracing who he could be. Accepting his breakup with Edward and trying to openly support the relationship that's better for him.

It's fun!

It's also, potentially, a bit of a flag. Maybe not a red one, not yet, but... pink-ish? A bit orange?

Let's look a little closer at those frayed edges.

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"Well, you see, I have a system..."

There's an exchange from right at the start of the Pilot episode that has echoed through the entire series so far:

"Bottle it up?" -> "No, Frenchie! No, that's the worst thing you could do!"

Not talking to other people, not addressing your traumas... that's the kind of shit that just builds and builds inside you. When the cork eventually pops, the resulting damage can be a lot. Look at the finale of S1, where all of Stede's bottled up guilt and insecurities laid waste to his relationship with Edward, and then inadvertently became the first domino in the Kraken.

S2 is quick to bring this scene back into the forefront. The first time we see the Breakup Boat crew talking in 2x01, Frenchie reveals that "Bottle it up?" wasn't just a random comment he made, but a philosophy of his:

"Ah - well, you see, I have a system for dealing with all the terrible things I've seen. There's a box, in my mind, and I put the things in the box, I lock the box, and then I don't open it again. Works like a charm."

Apparently, Frenchie is the only one it actually seems to be working for.

Now, the show has been drawing some interesting lines between Frenchie and Izzy. From both serving as Blackbeard's First Mate to being frequently shown as a duo - tormenting Navy guys together on Sunday's raid, Frenchie holding Izzy's hand, Frenchie leaning on Izzy's leg in the cell, Frenchie behind him raising the flag in 2x05 - it's fitting that Izzy echoes Frenchie's preferred coping method. First he frames the non-acknowledgement of harm from Edward as just... part of piracy. He's a pirate, so he's fine with it.

And then we get Izzy's little whittled shark reveal and the conversation with Lucius about his leg:

"I don't know what you're talking about. Shark did this... dangling my legs over the side of the ship. Served me right, too."

Lucius calls him out on the unhealthy behavior, and Izzy concedes his point:

"O-kay, that seems healthy. Using a bit of fiction to help cover up your trauma." -> "Yeah, well... not moving on is worse. Twatty."

And to give him credit, he's right in his advice to Lucius. Filling his sketchbook with pages and pages of Blackbeard trauma is Lucius's form of bottling it up - thinking in endless recursive circles about his tumble off the ship and everything that followed. We already know chasing revenge instead of living is bad - Jim and Spanish Jackie established it last season, and Pete just echoed them. When Izzy advises Lucius to move on, that's what Lucius does.

But what Izzy is doing with the shark? That's not the same thing at all. He's lost a leg, grazed a bullet off his own head, and was snarling drunken accusations at himself in the mirror... he's not moving on from that. He's bottling it up with a nice dose of self-blame.

Cutting the legs off the unicorn for not doing it's job right and saying "served me right" about his fictional shark? There's a real dark knot of emotions there.

(Recall, too, that Edward deflected his hurt from Stede's abandonment into a "fictional character" during his chats with Lucius, and that delayed the explosion but couldn't stop it.)

So... Izzy's definitely coping with trauma in a way the show does not advise and often circles back to. Can we see any signs in 2x06 and 2x07?

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The Weight of Things Unsaid

At the very start of 2x06, Izzy gets the thing he spent all of 2x05 mentally bracing himself to never hear - an apology from Edward for his leg. He walks up to initiate conversation and begins talking like nothing has changed. Edward is back in his leathers. Appropriate, given that his penance onesie was nothing genuine, just "how long do I have to wear this fucking thing for?" And Izzy is ready for them not to address the obvious hurt, to just smooth over a few jabs and go back to normal... but even Edward's mumbled little "Sorry about your leg" is so significant and difficult he flees as soon as he gets it out, leaving Izzy to sit, incredulous, with the acknowledgement.

It's still almost definitely not enough.

There was so much between them in 2x01 - 2x03. The writers literally did BlackHands love confessions on both sides. An apology from Edward Teach - a man who historically does not apologize - is a huge first step but still only the first step. The real things unsaid are so much bigger than a leg.

We get something else, too... Edward commenting on Izzy's drinking.

"Jesus. Really putting that away, aren't ya?"

Izzy has had booze a lot this season. He lost a leg and pain meds aren't really an option, so not surprising, but notable. Edward, advocating for substance abuse to deal with bad feelings, calls him a lightweight in 2x01. When they are found with the dead seabird in 2x03, Izzy takes a pointed drink from his bottle, and then 2x04 he spends the entire episode completely plastered. He seemingly sobered up for 2x05 - probably to focus on sword training and his whittling project - but now the bottle is back again before Izzy disappears for several hours.

And a little liquid courage might explain his going all in for the Calypso's Birthday performance.

I do appreciate that the performance on it's face is something completely unexpected for Izzy, but when thinking about it... it does make sense.

We already know music and performance were available on Blackbeard's ship even before Stede. Edward learned to play shanties on the piano somewhere, and singing is a common and encouraged part of sailing culture. Izzy's choice of song to perform is something a lot more emotional, but this is probably not his first performance for a crew.

Makeup, too, is in fashion for men and women at this time, and OFMD has shown it as such before. Izzy has never worn fashion makeup, or tried to be beautiful, but the concept wouldn't be alien to him. Wee John's description of a dramatic party look might even have intrigued him specifically because Izzy has actually done "looks" before - of the terrifying "theatre of fear" kind. The Kraken did have his whole crew in makeup for their raids. Taking the opportunity to embody something a bit more vulnerable and try to bring joy to this crew that took care of him is meaningful as fuck.

And it's still a drag performance!

It's a good pair of moments - before and after Ned. Proof that all this isn't just coping method - that's not what I'm arguing here - and even if Izzy's still bottling up a lot of feelings he's not doing the same full pressure bomb thing as he did in S1. There's been growth!

(This is why the flags are only pink-ish / orange-ish right now.)

Episode 2x07 though... I'm not so sure he's doing good as much as pretending it's all good.

Showing up to make his joke in the morning is a fun moment. I especially enjoy Edward's little "fuck off" with no bite to it 🤣🤣🤣 Reminder they do live together on a ship, so this is likely not even close to the first morning-after that Izzy has gotten front row seats to. But, at least to me, there's also a very performative feeling about it. Izzy being very Look how normal I can be about you fucking your boyfriend, Ed - and Edward picks up on it too. That's why he turns to Stede and whispers "He's jealous" as Izzy walks away.

Izzy continues to make jokes and give advice through the day to our main couple, but he's... subdued. I think his fake chill also disguises that he and Edward aren't on the same page about what they discuss at the docks, hence his poor advice to "listen to it" when the "it" in question is Edward's immediate desire to run away from Stede and become a fisherman. They are talking again, but haven't resumed communicating.

I also think it's relevant that Izzy goes to try and support Stede after Edward dumps him, because we're still waiting for Stede to stop bottling things up. He doesn't talk about Badminton or feelings of inadequacy or even the babiest little olive branch to Edward about "hey my dad kinda sucked too." Edward's two exes are sitting in the bar corner together, thinking about all the shit they won't talk to him about until it kills all three of them. Exciting!

The pressure is building. It has to circle back to Stede in S3. I'm hoping at the same time, it circles back to Izzy, too.

Hoping we get to explore some of his anxiety, and his internalizing negative self-image and blame. At the moment, I think Izzy might have less gotten over his anxieties and more just let go of the wheel of his life entirely, and fortunately had people around to steer him in okay directions. It would be really interesting to explore that more.

(Even if I have some concerns they may not.)

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Subtle as a Cannonball to the Face

Izzy's character arc was always going to be a long journey - not because he was somehow morally worse than everyone else, or required particularly painstaking growth, or even because there was going to be some great need to "hold him accountable" for S1. No, it was going to be a long journey from an antagonist start for the same reason I mentioned earlier: Izzy's core struggle is fear of change.

OFMD opens with two protagonists recklessly pursuing change in ways that harm themselves, their relationships, and others, and a primary onscreen antagonist resisting change in a way that harms himself, his relationships, and others. There's no easy morality here - they all fuck up. And they all require the entire show to actually figure out the correct balance of change and growth and facing the past.

"I think the three of them are on an arc together that's pretty inseparable." - David Jenkins (Source, 9 Oct 2023)

So... why is there a chance that everything I've mentioned above is going absolutely nowhere and Izzy's arc has been wrapped up with a bow in S2?

Well.

It's late March 2022, the fandom's age is still only countable in weeks, I personally haven't even watched the pilot yet, had only even heard of the show 3 days before... and one of David Jenkins first post-finale statements is telling people to pay attention to Izzy's POV and his and Edward's love story on rewatches (Source, 25 Mar 2022), and then soon after comparing Stede to a homewrecker in Edward and Izzy's toxic marriage (Source, 15 Apr 2022). Lots of links because this stuff was available to the fandom from the start.

By the first half of May 2022 (while poor Mr. Jenkins is still anxiously trying to get his series renewed for S2, since the confirmation won't come until June 1) the takes on Izzy have soured a lot. It's not a "homophobic gay" joke anymore. Now it's "Izzy is the embodiment of colonialism who enforces a racist and homophobic ideal of Blackbeard on Edward" and "pretending Izzy could be canonically gay is homophobic" and "Izzy bought Edward as a slave from the British". Harassing anons have already started on tumblr. No first hand experience with Twitter but I've heard horror stories. These takes are spreading like wildfire through the fandom, with a heavy backing of white fans accepting and spreading anything that sounds vaguely racially-conscious as something they just missed in their privilege and need to listen to POC about. Or listen to other white fans that say they've been listening to POC.

The anchor hoist in 1x09 (that was a complete directing coincidence, as the crew confirmed in late May) is being taken as incontrovertible proof that Izzy is a violent racist, and the relatively small Izzy fandom pushing back against any of these reads is being likened to toxic fangirls declaring Kylo Ren a poor widdle victim because they think violent white guys are so hot their brains fall out. This is happening loudly and in the public forums of social media.

Can you imagine being David Jenkins right then?

This is one of your favorite little guys, who you wrote a silly little homoerotic pirate jealousy arc for. He's kinda cringefail and tends to be a dick, but you cast a guy who you think embodies him with so much sympathy and genuine emotion. You're so excited to explore his direct relationship to the main couple of your series even more. Unfortunately, you and a lot of the cast and crew are also engaging maybe a bit too much in fandom spaces, which very few of you have much familiarity with navigating as creators. AND there's still renewal stress!

If I were him, I too would consider that perhaps my intended Izzy arc was a bit too nuanced and drawn out, and maybe I needed to clear up some misconceptions as soon as I got the opportunity.

Enter S2.

MAX reduced the budget for the season significantly and it shows - particularly in the whole thing having to squeeze into 8 episodes - and I wouldn't be surprised at all if worries over a S3 renewal / S3 budget impacted S2 writing as well. Character arcs got pinched, goals had to be prioritized... and from the looks of the season, "make sure everyone knows Izzy is not a homophobic villain tormenting Edward as fast as possible" came out as a big goal.

I mean they open with a dream sequence that literally mocks the idea of a heroic Stede rescuing Edward from the dastardly Izzy. It's not subtle.

And the lack of subtlety is kind of what's concerning me.

Izzy's arc is (I think) leaving enough threads that they can extend it into S3 with the reveal he's not actually fine and done developing, but they also seem to want his S2 arc to end in a place where maybe he is. Lots of giant signs pointing to him and saying "Look! Everyone likes him!" or "Look! He's also gay!" at the expense of some of his cringefail or dickish charm. My guy had anxiety he dealt with poorly in S1, and I do think they are trying to frontload or adjust the arc so he's basically (or at least seemingly) over that before the next hiatus.

The best way I've seen it described is that the show no longer trusts the audience to pick up what they are putting down, and so they feel the need to really hammer it in. Not necessarily OOC, but definitely de-emphasizing any of his rough edges that were originally just written to not be any worse than the other characters.

This is why Izzy gets shot by Edward in the very first episode for a bunch of complicated reasons that are really good character work and not super hard to discern, but then later they have Izzy point out to Stede why he got shot twice. It's all very "look into the camera and say the themes", because to some degree they are afraid everyone is going to get easily convinced Edward shot him for calling him a namby-pamby that one time.

It makes me worried they are too afraid of misinterpretation to commit to the arc they originally conceived of, even with the finish line in sight in S3.

And, again, I get it, Mr. Jenkins. In October 2022 he made a funny quip and a boner joke on a tweet about Edward's blanket fort and the hordes descended to scream victoriously about how he was cutting down the Izzy stans for their racist infantilization crimes of thinking Izzy would *checks notes* help hold up a blanket. It's a very reasonable conclusion that this fandom cannot read and needs to be spoonfed Izzy's arc.

It just sucks that a toxic section of fandom's misinterpretations appear to have undercut a strong - and, honestly, not that complicated - character arc so much that S2's BlackBonnet arc can be about fuck ups and backsliding, but Izzy needs at least the illusion of having no flaws left come hiatus time.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd meta #my meta #izzy hands ofmd #izzy hands #character arcs #ofmd 2x06 #ofmd 2x07 #and here's my associated izzy meta because i love to talk about both my blorbos lol #ladyluscinia #david jenkins

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xxunknowncutiexx · 1 year

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Ray from BSH fic <3. This is meant to take place after the Ray ending but before the after-story. There is part two to my fic just purely because I made it too long and couldn't post it all together. part one is right here if you want to check it out! Ray is probably also OOC, sorry!! Warning: While my fic isn't sexual, BSH is an 18+ game so, minors please stay away from this fic. If I find out you're a minor and interacting with my work I will block you.

"It's fine, I don't mind. A little bit of burnt pancakes never killed me before." You shrugged before finally letting go of Ray. "Don't you have work soon?" You asked, looking over at the clock. It was rather early, around seven. No wonder you were so tired, you usually woke up when Ray was already on his way to work. "I took the day off, the city will be fine without me." Ray shrugged nonchalantly as he flipped another pancake. You were about to say something before Ray spoke up again. "There are other heroes that can keep the city safe. It'll be fine." You only nodded in response, you figured that Ray did deserve a break... he was always so tired. "You can go back to sleep, you said you were still tired, right? I'll save some pancakes for you." That offer was really tempting, but... "I want to cuddle you though." You pouted, wrapping your arms around him yet again. Your grip was tighter this time. Ray blushed, letting out an annoyed sigh yet he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "You're a brat," Ray grumbled as he moved another pancake onto the plate. "If I'm cuddling with you then who will make breakfast?" You rolled your eyes, pouting more as you looked up at Ray. "I'll help you make it later. Let's go cuddle, now, or else..." You weren't too sure what 'or else' would entail but you were hoping it would be enough of a threat for Ray to give in. "Or else what?" Damn it. Seems like you were wrong, you should have known better. "....That doesn't matter... Just come cuddle with me." You huffed. Ray let out an amused chuckle before reaching down to ruffle your hair. "Fine, fine." He sighed. Ray couldn't truly say no to you, could he? "I told you not to do that." You grumbled before grabbing the tired man's hand and pulling him toward the bedroom. Ray didn't budge, he was far too big for you to be able to pull. "At least wait a moment, let me turn off the stove first." Ray quickly turned off the stove. Ray sighed knowing that he'd have a mess of pancake battery to clean up later, but that was exactly it... it was a problem for later. Ray then turned around to face you, quickly scooping you up into his arms. "Ray-!" You yelped, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. "You better not drop me." You warned. Truth be told, you still weren't used to being carried by him, even if it had become somewhat of a norm for the both of you. "You're alright, I got you. I wouldn't drop you, ever." Ray reassured you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. You just nodded, relaxing your grip on him just a bit. Ray laid you down on the bed, gently as if he was scared to accidentally break you. "You don't have to lay me down in bed, I'm not a child." You huffed as you tugged on his sweater, trying to get him to lie down with you already. "Alright, alright. You're so impatient." Ray rolled his eyes but laid down next to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist as you cuddled closer to him. You let out a soft sigh, resting your head on your chest as you relax in Ray's strong arms. You felt safe, Ray made you feel safe. "I love you, Star." He murmured, kissing the top of your head. "I love you too." You let out a soft yawn as you closed your eyes.

#bshvn #bsh #binary star hero #yandere???#x reader #reader #x you

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crystal-criminal · 28 days

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⚡︎ Let's kick things up a notch, yeah? ⚡︎

YO YO YO! What's up?! The name's Coil and I'm here to fuck around and have a good time! Ya seen my buddy Skate anywhere? Heard he was stompin' 'round here too! I've been told I could be a hard ass, but I'll try not to be! And don't be shy to approach me, I ain't a dog that bites! Not hard, at least! Heheh.

🦴 Hold up. Rules first, pal -> I ain't a clean dog! Ask me anything naughty ya want! -> Keep it nice, yeah? -> This dog got teeth, pal! Don't make me use 'em on you if I don't want you around. -> Uhhhh... I'll come up with more later!

-> HIIIII I LOVE COIL SO MUCH!!!!! I NEED TO MAKE A PARODY BLOG FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -> I will say this now: Coil is a VERY NEWLY RELEASED PHIGHTER! There isn't a lot of canon information on him yet!!!! So a lot of this will prolly end up being ooc until more info comes out!!! Do NOT take what I make my Coil say as canon or anything. As more canon info comes out I'll be able to make my Coil speak more properly/act more like how the devs planned him out to be!!! -> A lot of this will be HCs galore from what I CURRENTLY know about him!!! <- Which isn't much mind you -> Icon by @/waterb0ttleguy -> IC answers will be in ORANGE and BLUE -> OOC answers will be COLORLESS -> Lore/HCs post here -> I follow from "windy-trickster" -> ENJOY HIM!!!

#introduction #intro post #parody blog #phighting parody #coil

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besiegedhunter · 1 year

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Why Lupos fear Projekt Red. Il Siracusano lore

So personally speaking Red has always been one of the more mysterious characters in Arknights to me and chief amongst the reasons is how she scares other Lupos. A thing that even theorizing why never made total sense.

But then Il Siracusano came out with so much Beast Lord lore and somehow made it more confusing.

(It's quite a long post so)

What I'm referring to is the last moments of the story before the Zarro boss fight in IS-10:

This. This is effectively the same effect that Red has one other Lupos which it draws attention to by referring to it as a 'chill' such as Red's talent name as well as when later in the event Crownslayer meets Red again

Now on the surface this makes sense. Red is Grandma's Fang and Grandma is a Beast Lord who'd be able to do the same thing. We also know that Crownslayer's mentor taught her a bite so there's techniques that Beast Lords pass onto their Fang.

Except it's not as clean cut as that because we don't see any sort of ability like this outside of Red. Neither Bernado or Lunacub exhibit this ability. There's also no accounts of any other character, playable or not, showing anything similar outside of the Nightmare Knight.

Then you take into account this from Lunacub's files on the Beast Lords:

"Polar opposite of Originium"

We know that like them there are also Feranmuts like Nian and her siblings who have no connection to Originium at all and don't use Originium arts wherein lies the problem.

It's not an Originium Art, it's inherit to Beast Lords and yet Red seems to be capable of it also.

So two options:

One is read the end of that screenshot. "Researchers struggle to find the profound differences between them and us." and we know thanks to Mephisto that if an Ancient goes into the Sarcophagus that they revert into an animal.

Not only that however. This is speculation but between both of Mephisto's boss fights we see that he's capable of healing and making husks out of corpses that he controls however in his second one after going into the sarcophagus he gains the ability to teleport.

I can't say whether this is a Feranmut ability but between the abnormal size as well as this, it's a possibility that it's between a regular bird and a Beast Lord.

But pushing that aside, it's possible that Ancients have abilities deep inside of them that they share with Beast Lords that they can bring out but that it's rare that they do.

Maybe this is the explanation for this part of Horn's files though it, like other aspects of some characters, isn't a 1 for 1 thing like Zarro and Red.

Second option is that it is "functionally the same" but actually has a different origin. I'd rationalize it as Grandma seeing how useful this ability is (assuming Zarro even used it consciously and other Beast Lords do too) and so tried creating something identical.

Maybe it's Red getting drenched in presumably wolf blood, with it lingering on her that other Lupos can smell and that sets off a fear response? This being my original theory based off Red's tendency to identify Fangs through scent as well as this pit from Executor and Vermail's vignette in Operational Intelligence.

Now the thing I would say about this one in particular is that, if killing enough of a certain animal/race makes said race terrified of you then why do we not see that from people such as Hellagur or Lappland or long lived characters?

But that's all I'll say on that because I do have a secret third option which is only secret because it is the worst and if true then wow that's cruel.

And that is that Red isn't the one who has these effects on Lupos but instead it's Grandma who can't be seen but is with Red, possibly intentionally doing this as to stop Red from staying from her mission OR and perhaps more interestingly (and ooc) is Grandma permanently gives off this effect.

Is there evidence? Well sadly there may be.

Here we see another Wolf Beast Lord making herself imperceptible to Rhode Island's personnel and in the second screenshot it's possible that she's hiding herself from even Lunacub, though it may also be that she left to somewhere.

Then there's Red's dialogue after her first promotion where she says she can hear Grandma. I repeat "heard" aka she didn't see her.

Now consider this: Zarro and Grandma are the same being with the same abilities and he went to Lungmen just to tell Texas he needs her for something and also that he raced across Il Siracusano to meet Bernado after he put his plan to detach the new city from Volsinii into action

The fact he doesn't use any sort of long distance communication implies to me that Wolf Beast Lords aren't capable of it, meaning it's improbable that Grandma wasn't there

So if Grandma has probably visited Rhodes Island, wasn't even seen by Red and would naturally have the same ability as Zarro while Red having it opens a billion questions,

It's arguably the most likely one.

Now that's all on the brain storming but if I can have a little more of your time, please read this:

Red's Trust 2. The one after her questioning the importance of family and preceding wondering if her life would be different if she wasn't a wolf hunter (aka groomed by a evil wolf to win a murder game so said wolf can become the leader of their pack off her efforts)

Now consider that the reason why they're afraid of her, why she can't befriend her fellow Lupos is because the person who has controlled her her whole life is still there, warding them off

Think about that the next time you see one of those tail hunter memes

#arknights #projekt red #il siracusano #brainstorming #i have many many thoughts on red #and grandma #but this is my first long post on here #so i hope its okay #im no expert with this

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monstroum · 3 months

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just a heads up friends , i'll be cleaning up my following list / going on a small soft-blocking spree . you don't need to like anything ! it'll mostly be blogs who have been inactive for a long time and blogs i've never ever interacted with ! so if we've ever chatted ooc , wrote things ic or even if you just liked a silly post that one time , it's all good ! and if i do softblock you and you want to interact on a later date or if you feel it was a mistake then by all means !!! let's refollow each other again . i've just become a bit overwhelmed with the dash lately and realised i'm not as strong as i thought i was hjdfjs;

#* ooc / tbd .#again #this is just me trying to reorganise this #mess of a blog so i can write more things #and feel happy while doing it #*smoorches your heads* hope you're having a good saturday

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mcwentfandomtraveling · 10 months

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A/n : Woke up feeling like there is absolutely no greater treasure in this world then women! So I wanted to write a lil' thing about my fictional wife Rika <3 Also I have my period so ouch, why not two birds with one stone this? :D anyways thank you! Please no constructive criticism, I'm not in a place mentally to handle it since I have a lot going on...anyways enjoy :3 sending love and warm huggies to everyone! This is my first time publishing this kind of thing, so obviously it's not that good as I'm embarrassed with every word I write but I'm trying anyways, gotta start somewhere! But hey, at least I tried! Apologies if Rika is a little ooc, I don't think we had a lot to go off for her character so I did my best...

Pls minors dni with this post, I'll write a fluffier fun thing for you guys later ;-;

Warnings : Period stuff, vaginal fingering, slight body worship, Y/n is still a little shy and new to showing off her body.

My Whole World

Rika x Fem! Reader

Y/n just couldn't do it anymore.

She'd done everything so that everyone would be comfortable, she took on some of the Chairwoman's tasks, she helped the gym leaders with new strategies and techniques, she filed the progress reports for the Star training centers, she'd volunteered at the academy, and it all just became so exhausting.

Then finally it came-

Her break day! Y/n was so excited! She'd been waiting forever to finally unwind!

However seems that her wish just wasn't meant to be, that fine morning she'd discovered the bedsheets underneath her were stained with her blood.

"Oh come on! I just wanted one day" she mumbled, her shoulders slumping in her loose pyjamas. Y/n didn't pay attention to her surroundings when a sudden voice interrupted her thoughts, "One day to do what sweetheart?"

Y/n quickly snapped out of her thoughts to see her lover, Rika standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Nothing! Don't worry about it- Hey! I thought you had Elite four stuff to do today!" Y/n chided, "you'll be late if you don't hurry up! Come here! how about you ride one of my pokemon to work?" She added.

Rika simply laughed and hugged her cute girlfriend. "Today is basically just paperwork I brought home! I'm done anyways" She said bringing an end to her lover's worries.

Y/n looked up at Rika wanting to ask another question when Rika suddenly lifted her into her arms. "Y/n my sweetheart, today is your day off, so please let me take care of you" she said.

Y/n looked up at Rika, blushing and stuttering and feeling like a mess "But-But-"

Rika only smiled and said "today is about you, my darling" as she sat her lover down on a sofa in the study "Now don't worry about the sheets, cleaning, housework or anything! The Woopers will help with that, just focus on me" She added.

Y/n looked up at her, speechless as a million thoughts raced through her head at once.

Rika gently held her close, arms wrapped snuggly around her beloved woman.

She gently fell into a kiss, an electrifying silence filled the room exept for a soft panting when they stopped for air.

Electricity of the moment shifting as a ground shaking love and desire filled thier eyes.

Rika gently traced Y/n's curves feeling the warmth that radiated through her lover's clothes.

"Rika, you know I can't today" Y/n mumbled.

"Can't what?" Rika asked.

Y/n blushed again, "Can't have sex, I have my period" she answered softly as she awkwardly looked away.

"And why not?" Rika asked again.

"I don't want to get you dirty with my blood" Y/n said shifting awkwardly to look away again.

Rika gently held her lover's face still as she spoke her mind to her dearest love, "There's nothing dirty about blood, it's life, it's nature! Everything about you is desirable, you're more the just a treasure Y/n, you're my world."

Y/n blushed hearing Rika's words "Are you sure Rika?" she asked as Rika gently slid off Y/n clothes, feeling her warmth directly.

"I've never been more sure sweetheart"

Rika gently massaged Y/n's breasts, gently rubbing her thumbs over Y/n's nipples.

Y/n hummed in delight as Rika gently pushed her down onto the sofa hungrily kissing her again and again, then moving to pepper kisses all over her her body.

Rika got down to Y/n's thighs.

"Ready Y/n?" Rika asked.

"Yeah" Y/n replied breathlessly.

Rika gently moved Y/n's legs apart looking at what she desired.

"You're my beautiful princess today, so focus on your own pleasure ok?" Rika asked.

Y/n blushed, not knowing just what to say.

It felt nice being cared for.

Rika gently moved her fingers along her folds not bothered by any blood and instead admiring every detail of her lover's body, she traced her fingers up and down her lover's labia before stopping as she went up one last time and focusing on Y/n's clit.

Y/n whimpered softly, attempting to stop any noise from coming out.

"No no sweetheart, I love the noises you make, keep going" Y/n whimpered softly called out Rika's name again and again.

Rika smiled "Awww, you're so cute sweetheart, there's kind of an innocence to your moans" She commented.

"I, don't usually do this kind of thing" Y/n admitted.

Rika gently moved her fingers inside Y/n earning a little yelp of surprise at first which then started turning into moans of pleasure as Rika knows just where to massage.

"What kind of thing my sweet? Period sex?" She asked.

"Sex or even masterbation in general" Y/n responded, awkwardly looking away.

Rika giggled slightly at the sight.

"Don't worry my sweet Y/n, you'll get more experience! For now I'll treasure your cute shyness! It's a lovely sight" she replied.

Rika gently kept massaging Y/n's g-spot earning sweet whimpers from her shy lover.

Rika melted at the sight of her lover blushing and gripping the fabric underneath her, she just looked so cute! "I'd give you the world you know" she said.

Y/n hummed at her lover's words, feeling the delight and the pleasure filling up her thoughts with nothing but Rika. "You've already given me something far beyond ultra space or even time travel" Y/n responded.

Rika giggled "Oh, shush you! I'm glad you're feeling better" she said.

Y/n nodded, "yeah a lot."

Rika smiled, "great! Did you want to keep going or should I clean you up?" She asked.

Y/n blushed and nodded at the second half of the sentence.

"Awww! Alright" Rika replied.

"She gently lifted Y/n in her arms and brought her to the bathroom where she gently cleaned her off with warm water and bubbly soap.

Rika's heart wouldn't stop melting at the cute sight of her lover covered in soap.

She gently took the shower head and rinsed her off.

Once she turned off the shower head she saw the absolute cutest sight, Y/n gently shook the water off and smiled leaning back.

"Awwww you're cuter then a puppy pokemon" Rika cooed as she cuddled her still slightly wet lover.

"Love you" Y/n said softly.

Rika kept cuddling her closer.

"You're such a treasure! you know that?" Rika said.

"You mean more then any treasure ever will" Y/n said back.

Rika fell in love all over again.

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart love! Let's get you dressed" Said Rika as she gently carried her lover to the bedroom.

#pokemon rika #pokemon scarlet and violet #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Rika #Pokemon Rika x fem reader #Sappic Rika #Slightly ooc Rika #I did my best #first time doing this kind of thing #trying not to think that much #I know I made mistakes #I just wanted to try to challenge myself today #I'm glad I did #love Rika #hugs!#sending cuddles and huggies and snuggles #have a lovely day today

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Glowing ashes and regrets

Pairing: Renogoku X male!reader

Genre: fluff to angst

Pronouns: him/he

Warnings: badly written angst , blood, wounds, ooc rengoku, killing, unrealistic demon transformation time ect. Not edited

Summary: rengoku goes on a mission and leaves Senjuro with his partner, m/n. While away a demon attacks and turns m/n into a demon. Kinda long.

A/n: if you saw my post before this about telling you I was writing this. It's not all on point. I changed it around a bit sorry. Also sorry if this isn't heartbreaking enough I rushed this seems that I haven't posted in ages.

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Rays of sun hit rengokus face making him stir and eventually waking up. Breathing in deeply he look at his boyfriend sleeping beside him.

A smile spread across his face as he kissed his partner. "Come on flame. Time to get up and ready" he says, kissing your shoulder, neck and chest. Soft groans came out of your mouth, stretching your legs and arms. You were never really a morning person but more of a night owl. Causing you to stay up later during the night.

The only reason you really get up during day break is to see rengoku tired, hair messed up and yet still as extra as he was the day before. He was always the one to wake up first, always at the break of day light, saying "early bird gets the worm" or stuff like that.

Sliding out for bed, he stood up and lock eyes with you. "Come on, Senjuro is ment to come around for the week I'll be gone. The house needs to be cleaned and we need to get ready" he said before leaning down and kissing your cheek before grabbing your hand and putting you to your feet.

Yes, you may be alot bigger than him but his strength is alot more than yours mainly because your not a Slayer yourself. You like to keep to yourself, cleaning and cooking was your strong suits. Rengoku always called you his 'househusband' just to annoy you but you didn't mind.

Walking out of your shared room you both went to the kitchen, after have something to eat you got dressed and started clean the house.

After a while, you two sat down outside just talking while you wait for Senjuro to arrive. After about 30 minutes of waiting he finally came around the corner of you home.

"Brother!" He yelled while speeding up his steps. "Senjuro! Your here!" Your lover yelled while running up the the smaller male.

Picking the boy up he hugged him tightly before placing him down. Senjuro than turned to you, walking towards you he hugged your torso.

"hello m/n. How have you been?" The boy questioned while pulling away and out of your hold. "I've been fine, and you?" You replied already knowing the answer with the faint bag under the child's eyes.

"well I'm a bit tired but other than that I'm ok" he said smiling.

The three of you walked into your house, while Kyojuro helped his little brother unpack his things you made his lunch for the mission.

You dreaded when he would leave but you understood it was his duty and you won't stoping him from helping people. But times where he would come home bloodied and wounded hurt you.

Finishing up his food, you wrapped it up and went to the other room. Standing outside of the door way you hear Kyojuro talking to Senjuro.

A soft voice was chatting away to the boy. His voice may be loud most times, but when he talks like this, it's like a calm sensation. Almost like a lullaby a mother would sing to her child after they wake up crying. It could calm all nerves in a person's body like a gift from the gods.

Interrupting their conversation, his brother stood up and walked out of the room knowing you would want a second with rengoku.

"please be safe" you say quietly with pleading eyes. "don't worry. I'll always come home safe flame. You know that." He said while walking towards to you and grabbing the food before placing it down.

Walking towards you he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close while burying his head into your chest.

Cradling his head you breathed in deeply. Kissing the top of his head as you both let go. Picking his food up he walked past you and smiled at Senjuro. "I'll be back in a few days, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone!" he said in his normal, loud voice.

Turning to you he leaned in and kissed you quickly. "I mean you too" he said.

Walking out the door he turned around and raised his hand waving at the both of you. "I'll see you too soon!" He yelled before disappearing past the tree line.

"alright. So what do you want to do now Senjuro?" You asked clapping your hands together.

It's been around 4 days since Kyojuro left so he should be arriving home soon. You were currently collecting water from a near by stream for you and Senjuro to have a bath.

Picking up the wooden buckets you began to head back up the mountain. The sun has set a little ago but you knew the mountain off the back of your hand, so walking in the night was quite easy.

Unfortunately the only downside is that their have been a few demon here and there but they were never near you house, so you didn't worry.

Breathing deeply, you looked around the forest. Something was off, you could feel it. Shacking your head you continued to climb the mountain.

Sticks cracked infrount of you as something jumped out at you. Falling backwards, you flung the buckets at whatever knocked you over.

After a second you only realised it was a deer sighing to yourself you watched as it got up and sped away with a worries looking in its face, something spooked it..

That's when you heard it, Senjuro.

That's what scared the deer, his yells.

His screams....

Stumbling toyou feet to you rushed up the rest of the mountain towards the screams, by the time you arrived you had cuts and scraps across your body from the open vines and sticks.

The house was still lit giving you a good look at the scene infrount of you. Senjuro was on the ground backed up towards a wall while a demon was looking over him.

A deep gash spread from his shoulder to his ribs and cuts across his face. He desperately tried to crawl away from the demon, but they pulled his legs back in causing him to lose his balance before passing out.

Before the demon could finish him off you ran towards them and barged into the side of the demon. Grabbing Senjuro you placed him inside, slamming the door shut.

"huh! What are you doing messing with my meal!" The demon screamed out. You stood taller than them but you knew they were well beyond in strength.

"leave! You have no business being here!" You yelled while grabbing a axe. The demon looked at you before laughing. "You think that's gonna do much to me!"

Holding the axe tighter you ran forward attacking the demon. "Of course I don't but it will at least hold you off for a w-while" you said while swinging the axe more.

Dodging hits and attacking made you lose stamina insanely quickly, you swings slowed down and every hit you took cause more damage.

The demon sliced you shoulder open and kicked you in the stomach simultaneously. Falling to you knees you struggled to take a breath.

The burning sensation was not leaving you body, everywhere hurt and stung. Finally taking a deep breath caused you to cough up large amounts of blood.

"I'll make sure that boy dies infrount of you!" The demon yelled at you fragile state. As the demon walked away you gather the rest of your strength and stood up. Picking up the axe once more, you knew you were going to die sooner or later so why not push to the end.

"I- I will not let you lay a hand on him" you coughed out. Running toward the smiling demon you sliced their hands off before the axe connected with their neck.

The blood sprayed across your body and the dirt ground. As you watched the blood seep into the dirt, you vision went hazy before you lost your footing falling to the ground and blacking out.

Pain rushed through your body, if felt like your blood was on fire. Your body shook and twitched before your eyes opened.

A blood curtling scream came from your mouth as you rolled on the floor onto you stomach. Standing up you looked around dazed, not recognising the house or blood on the floor.

Blood was across you hands and body as you felt you face. Looking around you saw a door that was slightly open.

Walking towards it, the smell of blood overtook you senses. Walking faster, you slammed the door open to reveal a wounded boy.

He felt oddly familiar to you, but you couldn't put you finger on it. Leaning down you got a good look at his face. Deep cuts on his face messed up his sort skin.

Leaning closer you flicked some of the yellow are red hair from his face as you grabbed his chin softly. Turning his head towards you got a faint glimpse of the boy in you memories.

He was sweeping the front of a house. Looking at you with excitement in his eyes as he waved his arm in the air smiling.

You jumped at the sound of a yell. "M/N! SENJURO!" A loud voice screamed while the man was infrount of the house.

He looked exactly like the one on the ground. 'they must be brothers' you thought.

You stepped out of the house as the man stared daggers at you, tears threating to fall as his bright eyes fell on the brother.

"Senjuro!" He yelled, dipping into the house. Grabbing Senjuro he pulled the boy closer to his body. Desperately feeling for a pulse, you saw his body relax when he found he was still alive.

He turned to you before setting his brother down. Bring his katana out he held a strong stance, almost making you back away.

"you. How could you m/n." He spoke. Tears now streaming down his face. Your body moved on it own, crashing towards the man infrount of you.

Hands attempting to kill the man off. Swing after swing. Kick after kick. None never landing on him as he quickly dodged and swerved every attack.

After a little he quickly cut the fight off with a swing of his sword. Tears now freely pouring down his cheeks and onto the ground.

"k-Kyojuro?" You silently called out. Tears brushed your cheeks. Looking towards your head place by his feet he cried more. Dropping onto his knees he screamed and cried for you.

"Kyojuro love, that's enough" you said smiling as the rest of your body disintegrated. "I'm so sorry m/n. I should've come home early, or never left. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! DAMN IT!" He yelled hitting the ground. The only thing left from was your clothing. Holding onto the fabric he cried harder.

Picking up the remains of you he put them inside as he began to heal Senjuro. Stitching his chest and cheeks up before covering the wounds, he stood up straight as he went to leave the room.

"b-brother" Senjuro coughed out. Quickly turning around he sat down next to his brother. Tears still fell down his cheeks as he held his brothers hand.

"I'm- I'm so so-sorry" he cried holding his hand tighter. Confusion laced the boys face. "what at you talking about? Where m/n?" He questioned rapidly looking around the room.

"he's- he's dead" Kyojuros voice cracked at the end of his sentence. More and more tears came from the older rengoku.

"w-what do you mean dead!" Senjuro yelled before coughing and holding his chest.

"he wa-s turned into a demon. He injured you so I had no option but to-" "I was attacked. M/n is the reason why I'm alive. He came back and attacked the demon with an axe. He wasn't the one that did this"

Kyojuro noticed the tears rolling down Senjuro's face, his body shacking as he sobbed. Realisation spread across rengoku's body, a spine chilling cold ran through his blood.

He killed you for no reason.

You protected Senjuro even if you life was in the line.

He killed his beloved, his everything.

Now what was he left with?

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Yay! I'm finally done with this.

It was very confusing to write and I lost track alot but I got there

If you see and mistakes please tell me. Also in very sorry for not posting for ages☹️ but everyone please be safe and look after yourselves<3333

-Raiden

#rengoku x y/n #demon slayer #reader insert #kny x you #agnst #kny fanfic #kny rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kimetsu rengoku #x male reader #male reader #rengoku x male reader #kny angst

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Helloo if req is open may you write a platonic tk fic between rin and sae if it is posible? Thank you so much!

Oh my god YES! :D These two need it, I swear! Okay so; general heads up: I'm exclusively an anime watcher when it comes to Blue Lock- meaning I don't really know how these two's relationship stands or what goes down during/post the whole U-20 arc; I just know they deserve to be happy. I hope you like it! :D

CW: Swearing, angst with a happy ending, sass, possible OOC-ness of the characters (I tried to keep it as close to their canon personalities as possible but yeah), Spoilers for Sae and Rin's backstory- kinda. Not full detailed ones but I'll tag accordingly anyway

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@myreygn, @cupcake-spice13

“Hey, who allowed you to get so tall?” Sae narrowed his eyes at him.

“Genetics.” Rin shrugged, pushing down the toaster shelf.

If you told Rin Itoshi he’d have a relationship with his brother again in the near future, he would have told you to fuck off. Possibly throw shoes at you too.

Then he’d feel bad for throwing shoes because he was raised better than that, but still.

Things kinda happened in a blur since the U-20 match. A call had come; an invite to dinner. Then he was at Sae’s hotel room, splitting a pizza when the restaurant proved too crowded for either of them. Words were exchanged, a few tears were shed, and by the end of the night, Rin found he could finally breathe again in the presence of Sae.

They’re relationship was still fairly awkward at times; it was impossible to go back to where they were before Sae went to Spain. Still- when Rin called him and mentioned they’d gotten time off from Blue Lock, a room was made up for him at the apartment; clean and prepped with fresh bedding, as if it’d been waiting for him this entire time.

“No mint on the pillow?” He joked upon getting there.

“Please, we already have Shidou. We don’t need anymore pests.” Sae had rolled his eyes, the gesture lacking any real malice upon mentioning the demonic player.

That’s where they were now- getting comfortable in their newfound relationship.

“Tch.” Sae scoffed, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he turned from the coffee maker, mug in hand. “I remember when you barely came up to my elbow. You were so small- running after me on those stubby legs of yours, trying to kick the ball out from beneath my feet.” He shook his head, a rare smile tugging on his lips. “You’d get so worked up about it too. I’d have to buy you a popsicle so you’d stop crying.”

“Shut up, I was six.” Rin rolled his eyes, a blush burning his face at the memory. “Of course I was short. At least I grew since then.” He turned, raising a brow at his brother. “What’s your excuse?”

A look of shock passed his brother’s face, jaw dropped and brows raised. Rin felt a twinge of satisfaction. If the Press could see his usually stoic brother now, they’d probably faint. “I see you gained a mouth along with all that height in these past few years.” He sounded a touch impressed.

“More than you gained, it seems.” Rin couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t even that Sae could be called short; it was just so satisfying to sass him. He deserved it, probably.

“Tall as you are, you’re still a little shit.” Sae put down his mug, rolling up his sleeves with a dangerous glint. “Seems like I’m gonna have to remind you just who you’re talking to.”

Rin ignored him- mainly due to the toaster popping, presenting his warmed Pop-tart. He should have known Sae didn’t make empty threats.

The moment his poptart touched the plate, hands were latching onto his sides, digging into his ribs with relentless pressure. Rin-much to his embarrassment- let out a loud squawk, the poptart nearly flying out of hand as he doubled over. “Gah! N-No! Dohon’t!”

“All this time later and you’re still ticklish?” Sae sounded deeply amused, a rare smile pulling on his lips as he carried on wiggling his fingers up and down the younger boy’s sides. “Maybe you should have considered that before you started sassing me.”

Rin went to retort with yet another remark, but Sae had found a terrible spot beneath his lower ribs, clogging his throat with growing giggles. “Ngh! N-No! S-Sae!”

“Hm? What, no retort?” The older boy asked, keeping one hand on Rin’s lower ribs while the other came around to his belly, clawing. “Come on- just laugh. You know you want to.”

That did it. Rin let out a wheeze before he doubled over, laughter bubbling over his lips as he tried sinking to the kitchen floor. “Fuuhuhuhuhuhuck! Fuhuuhhuhuck, gahhahahahahahha! Nohoohohoohooho, Sahahahahhahahe you ahahhahahahhahass!”

“Oi, show some respect, you brat.” Sae switched to digging into Rin’s armpits when his hips proved too far to reach, barely fighting down a chuckle at the harsh swear his brother let out, immediately followed by childlike giggles. “Look at you- you can barely say my name, let alone stand. Tell you what- take back what you said about me being short and I’ll let you live.”

“Nehehehhehver, shohoohohort stahhahahahck!” Rin declared without any hesitation. Ever the stubborn one.

Sae tsked, slowing down his tickles and giving the other a chance to breathe. “You really are determined to die today, are you? I’m starting to regret letting you stay here- how the hell am I going to hide your body?” He reached out, squeezing the back of Rin’s neck, earning a yelp as the boy scrunched up. “Maybe I’ll bury you in the backyard and plant a garden over you. Think Shidou would notice?”

“Prohoohbably not.” Rin groaned, and then- because he could. “He’s used to shitty things. That’s why he’s dating you.”

Sae, who was turning back to his coffee, froze, slowly looking back at Rin with scary eyes. Oh, he was DEAD. “And to think I was gonna be merciful this morning.”

Seconds later, Rin was kicked onto his back, Sae pinning him faster than he could react. He wasn’t much of a fighter- neither of the brother’s were- though Rin was faster to throw a punch. He went to do just that before a scream ripped from his throat, laughter returning stronger than ever. “GAHEHHAHAHAH! SHAHAHAHHAE!”

“I tried to be nice, but it’s clear to me that you’re still a little shit all this time later.” Sae scolded as he drilled his thumbs into Rin’s hips, going right for his worst spot. “Now- do you wanna repeat what you just said?”

“AHEHAHHAHA!” Rin was a mess, hands trying to shove off Sae’s vice grip as he thrashed and squirmed against the kitchen floor, feet kicking and scoffing the ground. His face felt like it was on fire, and his hair blinded him, hiding his scrunched up eyes. It was humiliating and stupid and he wanted to rip his skin off as a means of escape.

But also…it was fun. Really fun. He hadn’t felt like this since they were kids, when Sae would tickle him until he was squealing through tears caused by a scraped knee. He could almost see the fond smile his brother wore when he did so. The memory even during all this made his heart ache.

“Do you give up?” Sae asked, bringing him back to reality. Right- his death. A small part of him was tempted to shake his head, declare that he’d never give up just to see what would happen.

What came out of his mouth instead shocked both of them.

“NIHIIHIIHIHIIHI-SAHHAHAN PLEHAHAHAHHASE!” The squeal of mercy was the true end of it all. Sae’s hands stopped almost immediately, pulling away from Rin’s prone body. The younger boy scooted up the floor a few paces arms tossed loosely around his waist as he tried to catch his breath. Well, at least it was over-

Oh god.

Oh GOD.

“Shit…” He groaned, covering his face with his hands, mortified. He didn’t just say that outloud-he didn’t! Across from him, Sae was silent as stone, seeming to be frozen to the floor. Great- there goes any real progress they made at fixing their relationship. Rin readied the speech in his head. I’ll head back to our parent’s house. I’ll be fine. I’ll be gone in the morning-

“Heh, you haven’t called me that in years.” Sae spoke, his voice strangely soft. When Rin dared a peek, he saw it.

It wasn’t as open as it was years before, but the same fond look was in his eyes, softening his carefully stoic expression immensely. A ghost of a smile was on his brother’s lips, not quite there yet, but it was something.

“Don’t remind me. God, that was- that…Fuck! You suck!” Rin growled, scooting back with a proper glare. Sure his face was still on fire, and his body was still tingling with a cross of tickly residue and nostalgia, but he was adamant on being angry. “What the hell? My Poptart-”

Sae then did the unexpected. He bursted into laughter.

“Pfft- Gehehhahahaa! Good god, aahhhafter all that, and you're worried about a POPTART?” He cackled, falling back on his ass as he held his gut, head thrown back and smile wide. “Good God, Rin! You haven’t changed at all.”

“....Tch, whatever.” Rin rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he fought down his own fit of laughter, the struggle increasing when Sae let out an ungodly pig snort. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.” He kicked his leg gently, too tired to stand. He felt light and breathless and exhausted and just…

“What’s up?” Sae shook his ankle, gaining his attention. “You look sad.”

“I’m not.” Rin ducked his head, hiding his expression. “I’m not. I just…I don’t know- I think part of me…misses this.” He waved between them. “I missed just…laughing with you, I guess. It all feels so far away, still.”

Sae hummed, considering. Then he stood, walking over and offering a hand. “It doesn’t have to be a distant memory anymore.” When Rin looked up, Sae’s face was back to its usual calm, but his eyes were kind. “I’m here. And I don’t plan on leaving again.”

“Promise?” Rin hated how small his voice sounded. He hated it more when he saw something break in Sae’s eyes, dark with remorse.

“I promise.” He sounded a tag hoarse as he ruffled Rin’s hair, breaking the tension. “Come on then, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Please don’t.” Rin cringed as he stood. “You can’t cook.”

“Do you want me to tickle you again?” Sae raised a brow. Rin couldn’t help but grin.

They ended up ordering breakfast instead.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #fluff #angst with a happy ending #some angst #tw: swearing #brotherly bonding #fuck canon they've got a good relationship in this one #blue lock spoilers #blue lock anime spoilers #not canon compliant #No one ask me what happened during U-20 I'm going off vague information and my own take on their brotherhood

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