#but as long as im living with my parents this is how it is. and im very nice and helpful with it also.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

The sengoku au is so cool! You are literally THE blue lock writer on tumblr.

If I could request something, could you write some short headcanons on how the reader would encounter the sengoku au boys?

Love your work! <3

awww ty!!! and WHAT ok you’re flattering me🤭 and yes ofc u can request❤️

meet and greet

ft; isagi yoichi itoshi rin

a/n: i made a fic on sengoku!karasu a few weeks ago, linked here! also, now that im rereading and editing, these aren’t entirely first encounters…i hope you don’t mind!

isagi yoichi

your parents weren’t wealthy. from your clothes to the food you ate, it didn’t need to be explained to four-year-old you that your parents were in desperate need of money.

you just never expected it to be in the form of shipping you to the emperor’s palace as a servant.

the day you turned fourteen, you were to be taken to the palace to serve there and become a potential lady-in-waiting. in the end, money was still more important than you. after all, they could just have another child.

wearing your best clothes, you took a stroll around the neighborhood, the one you had grown up in. but as you reached your home once more after your walk, an all too familiar voice called out to you.

“(y/n)?”

you spun around, isagi’s familiar indigo eyes meeting your vision. “yocchan?” he’s been your next door neighbor and best friend ever since you were three, and you had quite the crush on him.

before you could even realize it, tears began to leak from the corner of your eyes, sniffles beginning to escape your nose. “yocchan—god, i just—!” you wiped your tears away. why? and at such a random time too? isagi hurried towards you, cradling your face in his hands.

“what’s wrong?” he was the son of a merchant and would soon become one, and perhaps you would never see him again after today. you swallowed, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes.

“my parents…they’re taking me to become a servant at the palace.”

isagi’s eyes widened before they narrowed quickly, his hand falling from your face. “i…i see.” he whispered. “well, i do hope that you’ll be able to increase your ranking soon and live a long and happy life. you deserve it. but i just want you to know that i—“

before he could finish, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, exhaling shakily into his shoulder. “you don’t need to elaborate anymore. it’s okay, i get it.”

you left a few hours later, and for the next five years, you never saw isagi. at sixteen, you became the lady-in-waiting of a consort anri, and three years later, you still are. you should be grateful; your family was now rich and you were living a happy and fulfilling life with the potential to marry a loving nobleman.

but you were lonely, unbelievably so.

you missed isagi.

“hey, (y/n), have you heard of the newly appointed court official?” anri asked you one day as you brushed her hair. you raised an eyebrow, setting down the comb onto the mahogany table and kneeling next to her. “apparently he’s just a simple merchant, but he managed to expose the daimyo kira for scamming and assault. now he’s become a noble.”

you hummed. “well, i don’t particularly care for this stuff, but good for him, i guess. i never liked daimyo kira much anyways.”

anri glanced at you through the corner of her eye. “would you like to escort him to the emperor’s office? he is still just newly appointed and surely doesn’t know the locations of the offices here in the palace. and perhaps you could catch his eye and become his w—“

“please, anri, you know im perfectly fine with staying as your lady-in-waiting. but sure, i’ll go. is he outside of the palace right now?” you asked, standing up and walking to the shoji door.

“yep!”

you walked towards the front of the palace, humming to yourself. a few yards away from you was a standing figure, and as you got closer, indigo clouded your vision, and you came to a halt.

you stiffened, your jaw going slack.

“yocchan?”

itoshi rin

the bright, moonlit street of kyoto illuminated rin’s bloodstained katana gleamingly, his swift yet cautious steps charming in itself. his right hand resting on the hilt of his blade, his eyes darted around, watching for enemies.

suddenly, he heard a rustle behind him, and he turned, pointing the sharp katana to the figure’s neck. “who’s there?”

you stiffened, nearly jumping up and raising your hands. “hey, im innocent! i mean no harm.” you rapidly spoke, blinking a multitude of times.

rin’s eyes narrowed, slowly taking his blade away from your neck. “a lady like you should know better than to wander the streets of kyoto alone at such a time of the night. but you—“ his eyes widened a fraction. “aren’t you that one geisha from yoshiwara? the one everyone adores?”

you cringed. “and you must be itoshi rin, the notorious assassin. you’ve only ever visited us once and left without talking to any of our women. and if you can’t tell, im trying to escape.”

he raised an eyebrow. “you’re no pleasure woman, only a geisha. all you have to do is dance and smile. it’s not like you have to do any…activities with the visitors.” he was right; all geishas had to do was entertain, not have sex with the customers like pleasure girls.

“yes, but im sure that the owners of my brothel will soon force me to become a pleasure girl.” your lips pursed as you fiddled with your fingers. “they want the money.”

“well, a you problem is a you problem.” rin replied, turning on his heel. “whatever, i don’t visit pleasure houses much anyways.

“wait!” you exclaimed, gripping his shoulder. he raised the katana to your neck once more, eyes like ice.

“stop bothering me. i need to leave.”

“no, please! you’re a wandering assassin, right? im sure you can smuggle me out! please, i’ll do anything, i just don’t want to become a pleasure woman!” you latched onto him, almost screaming underneath the moonlight.

“shut up.”

“i’ll do anything! i’ll be your cook or your maid or your assistant or your manager or your wife or—!” finally, Rin shook you off.

“alright, just stop fucking latching onto me.” rin muttered, a blood vessel popping out of his neck. “from now on, you’re my property. do whatever i say.”

your ears perked up. “holy shit—! thank you so much!”

sorry this took so long! i needed to properly map out my tropes and AUs first…

[trash-can-sam]

Qi’s time at sandrock.

I think  hes better friends with a lot of people than he actually thinks he is, and I think the town rubs off on him a lot more than he would like to admit.

A thing I wrote that inspired this I couldnt fully fit in but I like it a lot “He doesnt want to admit that these complacent, stupid people with no desire for efficency or improvement have made a place in his heart. That they have grown on him in a way they all sort of notice, just in little thing. Small gestures like sometimes apologizing after he says something rude/out of pocket. Or he’ll deliberately take less time on projects, prioritizing their projects over his own personal ones. Or he starts to leave his lab door unlocked. Or how he sits outside the blue moon instead of in the corner on the inside. How his interactions, although they remain brief, contain small insights into his life. Qi doesnt notice this change that much of course, but the more observant people in sandrock who do notice it know enough not to point it out.” 

[mwagneto]

i think what's really been getting to me the past few months is the realisation that i dont relate to literally any of the mental health stuff i see anywhere. like whenever there's some affirmation or motivation or just relatable-sounding posts in general they all seem like such common problems and it's like, damn i literally dont experience any of that. and yet im still crumpling. something uniquely wrong with me

[huginsmemory]

Where's that one Ford art post thats like I'm in the best years of my life clutching a hot pink thermos thingy with hot gurl juice when he's clearly not. cause damn . Yeah

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[ablednt]

Granted I have the overall geographical and cultural knowledge of a 4th grader but from what I can tell the nuclear family model really does seem to be a white colonial invention

Different cultures have different approaches but I mainly hear about either large family units where multiple generations support each other and raise their children and grandchildren together or an "it takes a village" approach where children are raised somewhat communally

And I can't really speak on it much or claim that these families were free of abuse or that children aren't often an oppressed group basically everywhere I know of but the way ownership of your children is so engrained into white society is so bizarre

Like once you notice it you can't unnotice it even the most loving well meaning parents don't know what to do about it because everyone is so isolated from their own families and their own communities so you wind up with 1-2 parents who have full legal ownership of their child and are raised in a culture where you don't have personhood until you're 18 and all attempts at self actualization before them are seen as clueless rebellion. Like our culture is so divorced from the concept that a parent is someone who is helping mentor and care for their child so they can thrive as a fellow human being and it's actually so alarming

And ik this problem isn't unique to white and colonized people but it's honestly really soothing to hear about how other cultures approach and view parenting and community as a whole and to internalize it doesn't have to be this way

[vaguehotels]

had the most braindead repetitive conversation/argument with my parents. buzz cuts are too masculine but if you dye a design on it it become effeminate which is bad because then you look weak and if youre weak then society falls apart (all societies ever that have fallen apart for any reason are actually because of feminine men) and we start sacrificing babies. and also all mental illness is invented because only 4 people had anxiety in the 90s and covid was made up so that we would all become gay and trans and then the government can control us better and be joe biden's little sex slaves. and also i need to keep my hair long because my father finds it attractive. what

[1zashreena1]

Accidentally falling back into an old hyperfixation only to find out that the old hyperfixation has a new movie coming out that I did not know about guess it's a new hyperfixation again

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Its so cool how a million people pile into my house for a holiday i don't celebrate and then i don't even get presents out of it

[waitineedaname]

Every time I see you talk about yourself you’re always moving, what job do you have that allows you to move so much? Also you can delete this if it’s tmi, im just curious lol

oh i haven't moved since last year! i've been living in the same place for a year now lol the answer is that I'm a student! I moved last year to start grad school in another country, which was a pretty major move! but now I'm pretty settled in the same spot while i work on my thesis

[an-incoherent-mess]

So I'm really into genealogy and have been for a few years now and I'm blessed with being really good with names and dates etc. So in conversation I can remember like a ridiculous amount of:

Jane Doe Smith Johnson

b. 1805 Tennessee d. 1879 Missouri

Married 1828 to John Patrick Johnson. Had five children. Died of TB

Etc etc

And that's cool enough apparently but I've mostly been using it for

A. Making up bullshit but real sounding names for stuff (i.e my name is Emily Stewart, Grace Kolár, etc). The point is that they're normal sounding and varied.

B. Having a bizarre frame of reference for historical events. Like "oh [small town],[state] 1942 had [random] event happen? My 1st cousin 4x removed got married there that year, small world!"

It's so dumb, like I'll read about some historical event from my area (where I've had family in the vicinity of since the 1840s) and I'll link up the time frame in my head and be like hmm... I wonder what 3rd great aunt Helen thought about that happening next door to her church.

[solqrays]

just had the horrifying realisation that i might be a gold jewelery person rather than a silver jewelery person . . .