vyzoi

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Lindhardt is such a mood.

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It’s up to you!

Moot tags aren’t hard at all really. Sometimes it’s difficult to think of a nickname though if their username is long.

I decided to make a new moot tag.

Eventually, my blog theme isn’t going to be orange anymore. My theme is going to keep changing throughout my time here.

I decided to go with this:

vyzoimoots <3 name

I’m not changing the moot tags on my past posts. There’s just too many to change.

Just thought I’d announce this.

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I lowkey spent like a good 30 minutes looking for you acc, because I didn't realize you changed your pfp 😭😭😭

LMAOOO

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JACKPOT!!

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✴️Intro Post✴️

!This is mostly a Blue Lock blog!

There's more fandoms, but I'll be posting about the ones I have listed here especially.

I add spoiler warnings in my fics when I think it needs one. This blog isn’t as spoiler free like it once was.

Sometimes I do make serious posts, just thought I'd put that out there.

DNI if you're ableist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

My Hellenic Polytheistic account:@vyzoisworship

my music taste account: @vyzoismusic

My roleplay account: @the1-on-1emperor

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Rules regarding my request board when it comes to fanfics

So far, I only write for Blue Lock and Castlevania. I feel like I know the Blue Lock characters best. As for Castlevania, I feel like l'm comfortable writing about Alucard the most, but I don't mind trying to write about the other characters. l've seen both Castlevania and Castlevania Nocturne!!

If you request an Itoshi Rin fic, I'm only going to accept fluff, angst, and horror. That's my baby, and I only feel comfortable writing fluff, angst, and horror for him. But I don't mind aging him up!

If you don't like what I write that you request, l really don't mind rewriting it for you and altering things around. Just don't be disrespectful and spamming my inbox.

My do

- head canons

- Alternate universe

- fluff

- smut

- angst

- I make self indulgent fics (using I,me,my)

- I make gender neutral x reader and fem x reader

- most of the time I write male x readers but l don't mind writing femlock x readers (Blue Lock fandom)

- I age the characters up in certain scenarios

- I include some of my kinks in my smut especially if it's self indulgent

- I make the reader a bottom or sub

- I include sex toys in my smut fics

- I'm fine with threesome x reader

- consensual photography/recording

- I'm fine with writing for mental health issues and disabilities that the reader has (I do my research first)

My do not

- pressured character or reader where they don't want to do something but give in anyway. I don't feel comfortable with them giving into something they don't want. So I respect that and add fluff.

- dub con and non con

- obviously I don't add r@pe scenes

- NO to piss and shit

- I don't allow minors to interact with my smut

- I don't make the reader a top or dom

- I don't write gore unless it's a vampire AU, or Castlevania, or if the genre is horror (I have to be in the mood to write for that)

- I don't write for OCs or include them in my fics

- I don't write for mental health issues that have something to do with $elfh@rm

I think that's it for now! I'll add more stuff when I need to

https://archiveofourown.org/users/vyzoi/profile

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Rules regarding my request board when it comes to Pinterest collages

- any fandom (preferably anime or video game related)

- any character (preferably anime or video game related)

- i make profile pics

- i make lock screens

- i make pinterest collages

!! I haven't made a cover photo yet but i can try to make one if you request it !!

If the request looks weird to me or if someone seems way too demanding or rude, then I'm not going to make anything. Please don't spam me with requests when you already asked me for something.

!! I do not make edits that include OCs !!

- go to @vyzoismusic if you want me to make a collage or profile pic that involves a singer or anything music related

- go to @vyzoisworship if you want me to make a collage or a profile pic of a certain god or goddess

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I make character playlists

I'm taking requests for all the characters in the fandoms that I'm in !!

I only have Apple Music and Spotify

l use songs that reminds me of that character. If you want me to add a specific song, let me know!!

The playlist time length is an hour long. I will go no higher than that!!

Minors, some of my playlists have explicit lyrics and songs in them, so fair warning!!

[vyzoi]

QUEEN!!

🧡

More fluff omg please more fluff🙏

I’m begging you🧎🏼‍♀️

hm. i’ll think abt it

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When airy doesn’t write angst, a piece of my heart heals🥰

જ⁀✦ best thing that's ever been mine

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — i feel like dad! bllk is becoming common now and im obsessed yall know i love a good pregnancy/family trope.

✩ word count — 1.3k

✩ content — dad! sae itoshi, friends to lovers, childhood sweethearts, unplanned pregnancy, i feel like sae would be a girl dad but just imagine baby him, not proofread

✩ synopsis — To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma. But to you, he’s just him.

── .✦ left a small town, never looked back

Sae Itoshi is an enigma to many.

To the world, he’s composed of cold shoulders and sharp footwork. Precision born of quiet fury, interviews clipped short, sponsorships done with dead-eyed disinterest. 

He doesn’t smile for cameras. Doesn’t entertain gossip. 

He shows up, plays with a kind of artistry that makes even the world’s best defenders look clumsy, and leaves like he was never there to begin with.

To them, he’s brilliant. Elusive. Unreachable.

But to you?

He’s the man currently sitting on your living room floor with one knee up, hair damp from a shower, blinking slowly as your son tries to feed him a Cheerio he found in his pocket.

“…You’re sure this is safe?” Sae asks dryly, staring at the sticky cereal piece as your toddler beams, chubby hands outstretched.

You don’t even look up from your book. “He already ate four. You’re fine.”

Sae huffs through his nose and leans forward anyway, letting your son press the Cheerio against his lips with the concentration of a surgeon. 

He doesn’t flinch when it sticks. Just chews once, nods solemnly, and says, “Good job, bud.”

The smile your son gives him is radiant. The same smile you fell in love with years ago—only smaller, messier, and with fewer teeth.

People don’t know the real Sae Itoshi.

Not the boy who used to kick rocks down your neighborhood street after school, scowling when they didn’t bounce the way he wanted. 

Not the one who once helped you carry your backpack home in the rain, both of you soaking wet and pretending not to care. 

They don’t know the kid who sat with you at lunch every day in silence, just close enough to count as something, even if neither of you knew what.

You were friends. In the way two kids who didn’t fit quite right into the world found each other.

Sae didn’t talk much, but you learned to hear him anyway. His silences said things. 

When he walked a little slower beside you, you knew he wanted you to stay. 

When he handed you a sports drink without looking, it meant he noticed you skipped lunch.

When he sat beside you during your library shift and didn’t open a book—just rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes—that meant he trusted you.

You started dating in junior high. Clumsily. Quietly. Like most kids, you didn’t call it dating. 

You just... stopped pretending you didn’t want to sit closer. Y

ou linked pinkies on cold walks home. You traded favorite snacks. 

You started saying goodnight on the phone even if neither of you spoke for the entire call.

And then, at thirteen, Sae left.

Spain. A dream. A career. A calling.

You still remember that day—standing at the edge of the train platform with him, both of you wearing your school uniforms, pretending your hearts weren’t hammering inside your chests. He didn’t promise you anything. 

Not forever. Not even a someday.

But he looked at you like he wanted to.

“I’ll come back,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Or you’ll come to me. Right?”

You nodded.

He squeezed your hand.

And then he was gone.

Years passed.

You lived your life in soft, slow ways. 

Kept your head down, studied hard, wrote to him sometimes, even when you weren’t sure he’d read it. 

The letters came less often. The calls dropped off. Time zones, training, language gaps—life.

And yet, the memory of him never left you. Not really. 

You dated, once or twice, but no one ever made you feel the way he did. 

No one ever looked at you like they understood your quiet too.

The second you graduated, you bought a one-way ticket to Madrid.

Your mother cried. 

Your father didn’t speak to you for a week. 

Your friends called you reckless—chasing a boy who hadn’t texted back in months. 

But you knew something they didn’t.

You weren’t chasing a boy.

You were chasing the only place you’d ever felt like home.

He was waiting for you at the airport.

Not with flowers or signs—he wasn’t that type. 

He was just there, hands in his pockets, grown into his height, jaw sharper, hair longer. 

He looked tired. 

Beautiful. 

Real.

“You’re here,” he said, as if he hadn’t quite let himself believe you’d come.

You didn’t cry until you got to the car.

He rested a hand on your thigh the whole drive home.

Life wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t romantic montages and sunshine mornings. 

You worked part-time jobs, learned to navigate the city on your own, struggled with loneliness and language and wondering if you’d made the right choice.

But every night, when Sae came home—sweaty and exhausted, his voice rasped from yelling on the pitch, eyes soft when they found yours—it felt worth it.

You weren’t living in a dream. You were building something real.

And then, at 22, everything changed.

You stared at the pregnancy test for a long time.

The bathroom light flickered overhead. Your legs were numb from sitting on the edge of the tub. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You hadn’t planned for this. You’d been careful. You had a plan.

When you told Sae, you were ready for the worst.

He stood still for a full minute, staring at the test in your hands like it was written in a language he didn’t understand.

And then, gently, he reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

The first heartbeat.

The first tiny blur on the ultrasound screen.

The nurse asking, “Want to know the sex?” and your voice breaking as you said, “Yes.”

A boy.

A boy with his father’s name on the chart, and your hands trembling as you whispered, “A mini you.”

Sae didn’t speak for a long time. He just placed his hand on your belly, eyes locked there like it was a miracle and a disaster all at once.

“We’ll be okay,” he said eventually.

And somehow, you believed him.

Now, your son is two.

He has Sae’s eyes and your cheeks. 

He toddles around with wild hair, mismatched socks, and a favorite stuffed penguin he drags by the flipper. 

He calls Sae “Papa” and you “Mama” and yells “Goal!” every time he kicks anything remotely spherical.

Some nights, Sae gets home too late. Some days, he misses first steps or messy drawings stuck to the fridge. And yet—he’s there.

Always.

He sleeps with your son when he has nightmares. 

Buys new crayons every time the old ones snap. 

Kisses your forehead in the middle of diaper changes and murmurs “you’re doing great” even when you feel like you’re failing.

You’re engaged now.

Not married. Not in a rush. 

Your ring glints in the morning light when you stir your coffee and kiss Sae goodbye before training. 

You’ve been his since you were kids.

A ring didn’t change that.

You lie in bed one night, your son curled between you, one small fist gripping Sae’s shirt. The baby monitor glows soft blue.

Sae’s awake, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on your child’s back.

You whisper, “What are you thinking?”

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then, “Sometimes I don’t know how I got here.”

You shift closer. “Do you regret it?”

He looks at you. Really looks. The boy who left. The man who stayed.

“No,” he says. “But I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of messing this up.”

You reach over, take his hand.

“You won’t.”

He squeezes it.

And for the first time in a long time, he sleeps soundly.

To the world, Sae Itoshi is an enigma.

But to you, he’s just him.

The boy who left.

The man who waited.

The father that your son runs to in the morning with sleepy eyes and open arms.

The love you’ve known for nearly your whole life—and still learn in new ways every day.

And in your quiet little life, built of messy rooms and warm dinners and tiny socks in the laundry, that’s more than enough.

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[vyzoi]

HOOOLLYYY SHIZ OSAMU MIYA MENTIONED 😈😈😈😈😈

THE POOKIEST OF ALL POOKIES IN HAIKYUU!!

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@sunathetuna has completely changed me.

Why is everyone in Haikyuu so SLAY!?

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Just finished episode 2 of Haikyuu !!

I like this anime a lot so far !!

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😭 not you pulling that on me you sound like Zhongli

But it’s true

Ok thanks to @sunathetuna I’m watching Haikyuu right now as I’m eating my spicy shrimp ramen

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😭💔

WHY DIDNT YOU TELL MEEEEE

Ok thanks to @sunathetuna I’m watching Haikyuu right now as I’m eating my spicy shrimp ramen

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OSAMU IM COMING HOME SWEETIE

Ok thanks to @sunathetuna I’m watching Haikyuu right now as I’m eating my spicy shrimp ramen

[vyzoi]

Ok thanks to @sunathetuna I’m watching Haikyuu right now as I’m eating my spicy shrimp ramen

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Yesss

Your love for Karasu (you’re in my moot hall of fame for that reason)

awwwww hehehe yes, i am proud of this trademark! you know I am that karasu fan 🙂‍↕️

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Oh shit I just remembered that I have a list of fics I need to write

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Nothing beats a jet 2 holiday!