#his name is noel fielding

[jamie-potters]

guys is it just me but you know the show "The Great British Baking Show" well theres this host on it and he has black midlength hair and he ears eyeliner and he once wore a leather jacket

And he just gives Sirius Black vibes so hard

(also watch the show its very good but makes you hungry)

[mollymarymarie]

Series 12 will always be my favorite season of Bake Off. You mean to tell ME we were blessed with Chigs, Crystelle, Jurgen, Giuseppe, George, Rochica, Freya AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LIZZIE ALL IN ONE TENT???

The moment Lizzie said "I'm gonna stare him down" in her Scouse accent, I was immediately in love.

[aeolianblues]

'oh I cannot say horrible things because of the Woke' well boo hoo, I cannot say mean things about bands I dislike because they love my show and will beat me up if I slag them off

[surpriserose]

Insane how much more likable the cast of the bakeoff professionals spinoff is like!!! Theyre kinder theyre funnier they have more chemistry and charisma and they give better and more constructive criticism like can we please swap the cast and get these presenters and judges on the main show!!!

[shaisuki]

cause these thoughts plague me.....

being a intern physiotherapist in one of the big leagues in europe where it produced numerous young football stars and being assigned to the two rumored rising superstars that will rock the football world. noel noa and ego jinpachi.

the names made your blood freeze and the murmurs of your fellow interns began to surface like cicadas after a season of being buried underground. whispers of how hard and intimidating the two is and you get a bunch of sympathetic looks.

“why does it looks like i'm heading for the gallows?”

is the first thought that entered your mind from the way they act. certainly it couldn't be that bad. you are yet to meet the two and you can't judge someone from some rumors about them. still, it doesn't make you feel better.

and you understand why they are like that. it would be a privilege to work for the two if you have the guts and you have but the moment you met them both. your stomach was churning from how nervous you are. they were every bit of what people had described them.

both above six foot, easily towering you with their heights. noel's piercing gaze that commanded his presence both in the field and in the room. ego's intense stare that you know he's definitely looking down at you.

the first days were difficult both have no words for you except for the introductions. they know they are the real deal and can't be bothered by someone that aren't on their level considering how clumsy you were on your first day when tasked with their well-being. not good for first impressions.

you later picked up your faults and made up for it. making sure you didn't overlook anything that will harm their health as an athlete. writing regimens and watching their games to observe and how to optimize their physical abilities.

post-check ups after every games and picking up injuries that may worsen if unnoticed. slowly it became something that you look forward too and you're not clamming up with the both of them and they began to talk to you.

noel and his short responses that made you feel appreciated. you and ego even had conversations about the logic of football. he was a huge fanatic and you like his passion for it.

you also got caught in the crossfire with their rivalry and how it was the opposite with the other and made no effort in meditating them. it's not like they've gotten physical over it and it was reserved for the field.

then, it turns to be something you didn't expect that rivalry over football isn't about it anymore and it was directed over you. you didn't grasped over the situation and it was subtle as it can be.

a pat on your shoulder or sometimes a squeeze. holding your back for more than a few seconds. you never really put anything special on that touch cause he's just noel right? and man doesn't even express anything besides the stoic look in his face similar to ego's gaunt look while you two watched the previous matches in the room.

you like the dynamic between them two. the amount of rivalry and respect for each other's abilities and it provides you a new perspective. however their rivalry seems to heighten these days, probably as the new season slowly emerges but it's another thing.

a kind of hunger for something else.

[saetiate]

kaiser x reader, how they meet. a lil excerpt of a fic i’m working on

Being in a relationship, falling in love… For Kaiser, those seem like impossible features of life for him. He could still remember stealing just to eat, bruises over his body and an empty heart. Even now, with his and Isagi’s tamed dynamic duo becoming Bastard München’s pride, with Noel Noa’s recent retirement announcement, a relationship feels akin to the idea of a second moon orbiting around earth.

So to hear your voice like a windchime at this event…

“Thanks so much for participating! Having Bastard München be part of this outreach program has been a dream, especially for the children.”

It almost makes him want to break something.

“You think you’re helping them?” He snaps from over the table. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out like a spit, something ugly that’s been coiled up in his throat. Even stone-faced Noa looks shocked.

“This isn’t the field, Kaiser.” He comments, like an attempt at doing so offhandedly, except nothing Noa does is ever casual.

You meet Kaiser’s eyes and to his surprise, there’s no challenge there. He sees clear eyes and genuine intrigue. The consideration feels like ants crawling up his skin.

“It’s the first time we’re doing this, so to be honest, I’m not sure. But I think it’s a start. If there’s anything better that we can do, please let me know, and I’ll incorporate it.”

It’s a damn rehearsed message, makes him scoff in your direction. It’s only the genuine nature of your smile that keeps him from voicing his distaste. And yet, the moment you finish your conversation with Noa, you come to sit next to him.

You place the schedule, neatly clapped onto a clipboard, right in front of him. He quirks an eyebrow at you.

“You’re under no pressure to sign up.”

“Which is why I haven’t.”

You laugh. Laugh, like he’s charmed you with a joke.

“There’s an outreach program in your hometown, if you’re interested.”

“You think I wanna go back there?”

You hum. “I don’t know. But I do know they practically revere you there, and that they’d appreciate your presence. You don’t have to see anyone you don’t want to. You can show up for 5 minutes out of the allotted time. You can show up to one across the world instead. You can sign up and then cancel last minute. But if you’d consider it for even a moment, I’d love to have you.”

He looks at you, direct and cutting, and you greet him so openly that his stare gets harsher, and then he immediately pulls his eyes away.

He’s been crude to you today, hasn’t he? It’s his due, then, to pay his penance.

He sighs, flipping through the pages with one hand until he finds the page with his hometown, then scribbles his name down hard enough to leave an indent on the next couple pages.

“Thank you, Kaiser,” the way you say it is so soft it feels intimate, like a lover’s breath against his ear. He would’ve had less of a reaction if you had put your hand on his thigh, but there’s no touch, nothing that solidifies you to him or this moment when he replays it later in his head. “I really do look forward to seeing you there.”

[majinael]

final part of vulnerable

★michael kaiser x she/her pronouns reader (can be interpreted as GN)

★2,6k words

★part1 & part2 & part3 & part4

★songs associated : sweater weather & a little death

It wasn’t necessarily a shame, but somehow, neither of you ever mentioned what had happened that day.

Michael sat alone in his room, surrounded by the books he’d been too distracted to finish. As he closed the last one, his fingers brushed the cover, lingering for a moment before he leaned back in his chair. The silence felt heavy, pressing against him as his mind drifted.

Love? The thought almost made him scoff.

It was absurd. Unrealistic. Yet, there it was—a persistent weight beneath his arrogance, nagging at the edges of his thoughts.

But even if it was love, what was he supposed to do with it? How could someone like him ever make it something real?

The questions haunted him into the night, leaving him restless. By morning, they hadn’t disappeared. If anything, they’d only become sharper, digging into him as he walked toward the stadium.

Passing your office, he saw you through the glass. Another patient was with you, laughing at something you said. Your back was to Michael, but he could see the way your hands moved with practiced ease, the effortless care in your gestures.

His jaw tightened.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you work like this, your kindness extended to others in a way that had nothing to do with him. But today, it felt different. It clawed at him, sharp and unrelenting.

By the time he reached the field, frustration boiled over, spilling into every movement. His kicks were sharper, angrier, each strike of the ball echoing his unspoken irritation.

And then you appeared, as if on cue.

“Hello!”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Don’t you have patients to take care of?” His tone was biting, his gaze flicking to you with thinly veiled annoyance.

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m on a break.”

��Hm.”

He turned away, clearly intent on ignoring you, but you stepped closer, not one to be dismissed so easily.

“Something’s wrong,” you observed, your voice calm but firm.

When you grabbed his wrist to stop him, he tensed, glaring at you. “Let go.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re insufferable,” he snapped. “and you’ve touched other idiots.”

A sharp laugh escaped you. “Jealous, Michael Kaiser?”

The way his name rolled off your tongue twisted something inside him. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.

“No,” he muttered, his tone clipped. “It’s just disgusting.”

“I washed my hands.”

“I don’t care.”

“So you are jealous.”

“I’m not,” he said, though his tone betrayed him.

“You aaaare,” you teased, your grin widening.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

The challenge hung in the air, and before you could blink, he had closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your shoulders, and his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that left you breathless.

When he pulled away, his expression was unreadable, a mix of frustration and something raw.

“Don’t test me,” he muttered before turning back to the field.

You stared after him, dazed. “You’re just… leaving?”

“That’s your punishment,” he called over his shoulder, his smirk returning.

“Oh no, however will I survive?” you said, placing a hand dramatically on your forehead.

For a moment, his chuckle was the only response before he threw himself back into training, his movements sharper than before.

The next day, sitting in the stands, you couldn’t help but notice the glint of the necklace you’d given him, the charm catching the light. It was subtle but unmistakable—a silent statement, one he didn’t need to put into words.

And when he scored his first goal, his sharp gaze darted to you in the stands, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Noel leaned over. “He’s really showing off today.”

I raised an eyebrow at his statement, curiosity flickering in my eyes, but before I could muster a response, he pressed on.

"I've seen you two together before."

A nervous laugh escaped me as I scratched the back of my neck, unease settling in. My mind raced, wondering when exactly he might have seen us—and what he had seen.

"You’re in love with him."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, spreading like wildfire as I let out another awkward chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully,” Noel replied, his tone certain.

By the end of the match, Michael made his way off the field, heading straight for you. His confidence was unshakable, but there was something in his gaze—something softer, more uncertain.

Before you could say a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your cheek, the gesture lingering just long enough to make its meaning unmistakable. In full view of the team, the message was clear: You’re mine.

As Michael walked away, leaving a trail of tension in his wake, Noel turned to look at me. My face was a mess of heat and embarrassment, cheeks burning furiously as I sank deeper into the collar of my jacket, desperate to hide. Slumped in my seat, I avoided his gaze, praying the ground would swallow me whole.

After this long, exhausting day, I spent what felt like an eternity searching for him—an entire hour wandering aimlessly. Every step was weighed down by the gnawing suspicion that he was deliberately keeping out of sight, slipping into the shadows just beyond my reach. I found him sitting on the training stadium bleachers, alone, as the sky blushed into evening. His silhouette was sharp against the fading sunlight, his posture relaxed, but there was a stiffness in his shoulders I couldn’t ignore.

“Didn’t expect you here,” Michael said without turning, his voice low, tinged with fatigue.

I climbed the steps, sitting beside him, leaving just enough space for the silence to breathe between us. “Didn’t think you’d be hiding out here.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“Of course not,” I said, the faintest tease in my tone. “You’re just… brooding.”

He finally glanced at me, his sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly. “If you came here to psychoanalyze me, don’t bother.”

“Actually,” I said, leaning back “I came here to check on you.”

Michael scoffed softly, but there was no real bite in it. “I don’t need checking on.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

The words hung in the air, and for once, he didn’t argue. Instead, his gaze drifted back to the field, his fingers idly fidgeting with the necklace around his neck—the one I’d given him.

“Do you... like it?” I said quietly, nodding toward the charm.

He didn’t answer right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, more hesitant. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever owned.”

I laughed lightly, shaking my head. “Wow. Such high praise.”

A small smirk tugged at his lips, but it faded just as quickly. His fingers stilled, gripping the charm tightly.

“I don’t know why you gave it to me,” he muttered. “I don’t even know why you’re here.”

I blinked, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He sighed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You could’ve chosen anyone. Someone easier. Someone who doesn’t—”

“Stop,” I interrupted, my tone firm but gentle.

His head turned slightly, his expression unreadable.

“I didn’t choose you because you’re easy, Michael,” I said. “I chose you because… you’re you. Because beneath all the arrogance and sharp edges, there’s someone worth knowing. Someone worth caring about.”

He stared at me, his gaze intense, searching. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Maybe it is.”

Michael let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe I am.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he leaned back, his eyes fixed on the darkening sky. “You know, I’m not good at this.”

“Good at what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely between the two of us. “Caring. Letting someone… matter. I'll never be as good at it as you are.”

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out, my fingers brushing against his hand. He didn’t pull away.

“You’re better at it than you think,” I said softly.

He turned to me then, his guard slipped entirely. Vulnerability flickered in his eyes, raw and unfiltered.

“You’re terrifying, you know that?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Terrifying?”

“Yeah.” He exhaled slowly, as if the admission cost him something. “Because you make me feel things I don’t want to feel. Things I don’t know what to do with.” And I wish I could do anything else than stay silent, he thought.

I smiled faintly, my hand sliding into his, fingers lacing together. “That’s... love, Michael. Messy, complicated, terrifying but worth it.”

For a long moment, he just looked at me, his expression unreadable. Then, his grip on my hand tightened, almost imperceptibly.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he admitted.

“You don’t have to figure it out alone.”

He let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh. “You’re really not going to give up, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

Michael shook his head, but there was something in his eyes—something softer, quieter. Something real.

“Then I guess I’m stuck with you now,” he said, his smirk finally making a reluctant appearance.

“Lucky me,” I teased, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Lucky me,” he muttered, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.

But I did.

And in that moment, we both understood.

I will give you the love you have always craved, you, who have wandered through life untouched by its warmth. No shadow you carry will dim the glow of my heart, as long as it beats with gold and fire, steady and unyielding in its devotion to you.

Let it seep through the cracks of your broken, blackened core. Throw it against the walls you’ve built so high, let it shatter and spill until it floods the emptiness inside you. And when it knocks you down, I will be there to catch you in my arms.

Sweet and bitter child, I will pour into you all that you lack, until your empty cup overflows with tenderness. Until you begin to craft your own dreams from the ones I have given you.

Until the love that brought you back is the love you offer freely, tender and fearless, just as you were meant to be.

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Kaiser’s dream of glory comes true, but his victory feels hollow.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The energy in the stadium was electric; people were crazy. The crowd was roaring for Kaiser. The lights shone bright, and the chants of his name echoed, everything felt surreal. Football was his life, his savior, his everything. But as he stood there, triumphant and soaked in sweat, a weight settled in his chest like never before.

The locker room was filled with excitement, but Kaiser sat quietly in a corner, a towel draped over his head, lost in thought. His mind was elsewhere.

It had been weeks since he'd last seen his lover, (Y/N).

(Y/N), a man who once was his silent shelter against the world's noise, his refuge. A touch from him, his smile, or even a look into his eyes were capable of drawing Kaiser from all turmoil within himself back into a tranquil lake. From the moment he began with nothing, the beginning, in itself-he'd seen him work so hard and struggle. And all through it, during every fall and after, even at moments when he'd wonder what everything was about, he'd have Y/N beside him.

But he wasn't here now.

The argument was still echoing in Kaiser's ears, louder than the cheers surrounding him. It had happened a week before the semifinals, a time when they should have been celebrating one of his biggest wins; instead, they were at each other's throats, saying words sharper than they wanted to.

"You're never here, Kaiser," Y/N had said shaking. "You keep talking of the future, about 'one day,' yet it's the same. Constantly football and always something big and more important than me. You just don't see me in that future you are talking of."

"That's not fair," Kaiser had snapped, on the defense. "You knew what this was about when you began dating me. This is my dream, (Y/N). You should get that. You more than anyone else should understand!"

"I get it!" Y/N had shouted, tears welled in his eyes. "But what about my dreams? What about us? What about my feelings? Are we just something you fit in in the cracks between the matches and training sessions?"

 

Kaiser had gone quiet, unable to answer.

"I can't keep doing this," he'd murmured, the anger sizzling out into exhaustion. "I can't keep being your second choice. I can't keep being the one you seek only when you're not shining on the field."

Kaiser wanted to say something-he really wanted to assure (Y/N) that things would be different, that things would change. But the words got caught in his throat, entangled in a truth he couldn't face. Football did come first. It had to. It was his dream, after all. A part of his everything.

(Y/N) had walked away that night, his absence louder than anything he could have said.

Now, sitting in the locker room, Kaiser felt that absence weighing down on him like a rock. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the unanswered texts he had sent to him. Each one was a little more desperate than the last.

Please, talk to me.

I didn't mean for it to be like this.

I need you, (Y/N).

But (Y/N) didn't answer.

A hand clapped Kaiser on the shoulder, jerking him back to the present. It was Noel Noa. "Press is waiting for you, Kaiser."

Kaiser nodded slowly, still in a haze. Standing up and plastering on a smile that felt fake, he went to talk to them. Everything felt like a lie today.

The press conference was a blur as reporters bombarded him with questions about his goal, the team's strategy, and his future. Kaiser answered like a robot, his mind elsewhere, somewhere with Y/N.

Later, standing alone in the parking lot, the night was eerily quiet. It was almost like the world was taunting his loud mind. He made one last call. It rang endlessly, and just when Kaiser thought it would go to voicemail again, (Y/N) finally answered.

“Kaiser,” (Y/N)’s voice sounded tired and distant.

“I won,” Kaiser said, his voice shaky. “We’re heading to the finals.”

There was an uneasy silence that lasted for what felt like hours. "Congratulations" a soft reply was muttered by (Y/N).

Kaiser's eyes screwed shut because this pain he was feeling had very almost reached its maximum threshold. "I wish you were here."

"I cannot be," responded Y/N. "I can't keep looking at you when you're not even gazing at me."

Kaiser's throat lumped. "It's not like this; to me, you're everything."

"But not enough," he cut in. "Not enough to be first for you. Maybe we weren't meant to be after all."

Kaiser was wordless. "I hope you win," (Y/N) said with a soft tone, and the call ended.

The silence hung between them, heavy and final.

He was there for quite a while-the stadium sounds diminished, the ache in his chest not going away, reminding him of what he'd lost.

Kaiser lowered his phone, staring at the screen as if it could somehow bring back Y/N. But it didn't.

In the end, Kaiser had chosen football. And it had cost him the one thing he could never get back.

And maybe, maybe after all Y/N was a part of his everything, but it was too late.

- 𝐊𝐒

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Part 1

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

read the prologue

(1995)

He’s staring at her. Not because he wants to (although she’s a sight for sore eyes), but because there is just something about her field of energy that keeps on pulling him back in. He understands that he shouldn’t be. Not because of her two brothers though; he’s not intimidated by them, but because he just doesn’t want any more drama thrown his way. So maybe in a sense, it’s because of her brothers, but then again it isn’t. He-

“Damon!”, someone next to him says straight into his right ear and he flinches at the sudden sound. “What the fuck?!”, he asks, and his head twists into the direction of the voice:” Why would you do that?” His bandmate scoffs softly:” I’ve been trying to get through to you for the last three minutes. You know you should probably stop staring like that.”

“Wait what?”, his index finger moving into his ear: ”Don’t laugh. I’m being serious, I think I am deaf on this ear now.”

Graham chuckles:” Everyone can see that you’re staring at her, it’s only a matter of time till those dickheads see it as well. You know how protective they are of her.” Damon nods, turning his full body back towards the crammed table, before letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

���Having this war thing over our music’s is one thing, but the moment one of them finds out that you fancy Y/N you’ll probably get shot.”, the brown-haired man means it as a joke, of course, but at the same time, there’s more than just a bit of truth to it.

Y/N fucking Gallagher. Damon scoffs. No one really knows much about her other than the fact that she’s a few years younger than Liam. She plays the bass in Oasis and does a fucking excellent job at it. In Interviews she never talks, she just sits next to her two brothers and chews on gum while occasionally throwing a smile into the camera. And it’s not a sweet smile either: it’s cooky and secure. As if she understands the effect it has on other people. She knows she’s cool and pretty and it’s-

“Hey!”, Graham hits the back of Damon’s head with the palm of his hand:” Stop disappearing on me like that!” A pained chuckle exits Damon’s lips while he shakes his head:” I was thinking about something, thank you very much.”

“I hope about all the ways in which Noel will cut you up into tiny pieces when he finds out you think his baby sister is fit.”, he laughs and the blonde shoves him away from him. “Will you please stop talking?!”, he swallows thickly and turns to look back at the stage, but his gaze automatically halts on Y/N. Only this time their eyes instantly meet. His own widen while hers narrow and a couple of seconds later a smug smile appears on her lips. She knows.

Damon desperately wants to tear his stare off of her, but he just cannot do it. Y/N’s y/e/ced eyes survey his blushing features, while she leans back in her chair. She slightly tilts her head while un-crossing her legs and perhaps those ridiculous pop music magazines are right, maybe she is a God-

“Damon!”, Graham once again hits his friend’s head, before gripping his chin and harshly bending his head back to the table. “Outch.”, Damon silently lets out, before rubbing the side of his neck. And for a second it’s almost as if he can her Y/N giggle. Oh, he’s royally fucked.

[icepoptroll]

@rtcpickyourpoison day 3: Mischa - Sleepover

Decided to go with some combination Mischalia and bachelor party feels for this one.

Image description under the cut.

Page 1:

Panel 1: Mischa as a small child is running to catch up with his mother, who we see from behind. They are in a sunflower field on a sunny day. They are dressed in white with a dreamy glow surrounding them. He shouts, "Mama!"

Panel 2: Tamara turns around and smiles down to him.

Panel 3: She offers him her hand.

Page 2:

Panel 1: Against the glow of the sun Mischa attempts to take Tamara's hand.

Panel 2: We see Mischa's now adult-sized hand reaching out with nothing there in place of Tamara's hand. He says, ". . . I miss you."

Panel 3: Mischa lies on an air mattress with Noel snuggling him and Ricky snuggling Noel. Mischa has tattoos on his arms and several facial piercings with stretched earlobes. He continues, "I see you in my dreams at night. It is always good to see you, but it never lasts."

Page 3:

Panel 1: Mischa holds his phone in his hand. It is 1:42 AM, and he is opening a snapchat from Talia (screen name: taliaaa) from 2 hours prior. She is smiling and holding two fingers to her lips as if to blow a kiss to him. The text ribbon across her snap reads "Солодких снів!, коханий" with a red emoji heart. His monologue continues, "I can only hope in that short time. . . That you see all the love I still have."

Panel 2: We see Noel and Ricky asleep next to him from his perspective. He continues, "And that you are proud of me. . ."

Page 4: One full-page panel of Mischa smiling up at his phone as it glows a soft light blue on his face, Noel and Ricky sleeping contentedly next to him. His monologue concludes, ". . . That even in such a horrible place, I have found warmth and light."

[maochira]

bastard munchen w ego's younger sister whos the complete opposite of ego, shes like very oblivious and innocent? to everything around her TT

Hi! Please keep in mind I generally only write gn!reader! Also, I obviously couldn’t fit every character in this, so I only did a few and this is mainly focused on Isagi (but I might make a part 2 of this!!)

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!Ego’s younger sibling!reader, reader is a lot younger than Ego and around the same age as the Blue Lock players, not proofread

Ever since the beginning of the Blue Lock program, something about the players caught your attention. You have never been interested in soccer, but something about this suddenly grabbed your interest. You became a big fan of the participants with your favourite one being Isagi. Your sudden enthusiasm also was a surprise to your brother, but he obviously didn’t complain. He was happy that after all these years you suddenly found interest in soccer.

But no matter how often you asked, Ego never allowed you to meet any of the participants. Not even at the U-20 match. You always had to keep your distance from them, but never got an explanation why.

Truth is, your brother is perfectly aware of how oblivious, innocent and naive you are. He’s always seen that as your biggest weakness. And with the Blue Lock players being so focused on egotism, Ego was afraid you’d get close to them and end up having your feelings hurt. But he never told you about that. He only shrugged it off as “I just don’t want you to” whenever you asked.

But ever since the Neo Egoist League began, your brother’s strictness regarding you seemed to fade. He still didn’t allow you to meet the players, but suddenly “i don’t want you to” turned into “Maybe some time next week.”

And this “sometime next week” is today. You got to pick one of the teams to watch at their practice, and you chose Bastard München for multiple reasons. The main one being that you really want to meet Isagi, but Noel Noa being their coach also peaked your interest. You still don’t understand as much about soccer as other fans do, but you know that he’s the world’s greatest striker, so of course you would want to meet him. Although, Ubers was a close second choice to you.

Very excitedly, you walk towards Bastard München’s training field. It’s really hard to keep yourself together to not start squealing in excitement, but somehow you manage to stay somewhat calm.

None of the players really knew beforehand who would come to watch their practice today. They were only told that someone would be watching, but they certainly didn’t expect that someone to be Ego’s younger sibling. None of them even knew Ego has a younger sibling, but when you stepped in, they could immediately see that you’re related to him. At first, you could hear them whispering and asking each other who you might be, first wondering if you might be Ego’s child. But because you’re too old to be his child - or Ego is too young to have a child at your age - they figured he must be your brother.

The first player to approach you is Yukimiya. He very politely introduces himself and holds his hand out for a handshake. In your excitement, you accidentally squeeze his hand too tight.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologize and bow down a little, which gains you a little chuckle from Yukimiya.

“No need to apologize, it didn’t hurt.” He has a soft smile on his lips. “May I ask for your name?”

Just before you get to introduce yourself, another player shoves Yukimiya to the side. Only a seconnd later suddenly you’ve got Kaiser standing in front of you with Ness on his side. Just like Yukimiya did, Kaiser holds his hand out to you. But unlike Yukimiya, he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he brings your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it. No one has ever done something like this to you, so of course it causes you to get flustered in the matter of seconds.

“Kaiser! Don’t be like that!” Kaiser quickly gets shoved away by Isagi. You were already flustered before, but now that you’ve got your favourite soccer player standing in front of you, you completely lose your ability to speak. But you don’t need to say anything right now anyways because Kaiser and Isagi are fighting right in front of you and neither of them seem to intend to bring it to an end.

“Shut it guys, that’s enough.” Raichi growls while shoving his teammates apart. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to you, he just wants Kaiser and Isagi to shut up.

You’re about to say something, but then the boys get called by Noa to continue their training. You haven’t even gotten to tell them your name yet. But you happily watch the team practicing their soccer skills. Being near them to watch is way more exciting than only watching them on the screens in your brother’s office, even though this is only a practice match. Every now and then, you catch the players looking at you. The majority of the time they’re focused on the ball, though.

When they’re done, most of the players leave the field without paying any further attention to you. To be honest, they’re just too exhausted to start a conversation with you at this point. Well, all of them except for one.

“Sorry for Kaiser earlier, he’s… weird.” Isagi says as he approaches you.

“Oh no no, don’t worry about me.” You laugh nervously, both because remembering what Kaiser did causes you to blush again and because of Isagi staning in font of you right now.

“What’s your name?” Isagi wants to know, “My name is Yoichi Isagi,” He adds quickly afterwards.

“Oh, I know,” You feel your cheeks heating up a little more, “O-oh and my name is (Y/N).”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). I assume… you’re related to Ego?”

“Yep, he’s my older brother!” You respond in a cheerful voice, which is so cute to Isagi, he blushes slightly as well.

“So… You mentioned you already knew my name?” Isagi is trying to figure out how to continue this conversation without having any awkward silences inbetween.

Your smile gets a little brighter as you nod in response. “I often watch recordings of the games with my brother. And… You’re actually my favourite player ItOs nice to talk to you.”

Isagi’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, I’m your favourite Blue Lock player?”

“No, you’re my favourite player out of all. Not just in Blue Lock,” You laugh a little, but your nervousness is slowly fading. “I barely know any other soccer players, to be fair.”

Isagi just stares back at you. He’s struggling to get a grasp on the fact that out of everyone in Blue Lock he caught the interest of Ego’s sibling the most. This will definitely motivate him even more for the future.

[potato-lord-but-not]

tbh in my mind there is a chance between Noel being undercover in newyork for awhile, and Oscar working at a soup kitchen and being a clergyman that they have met and may have loosely known eachother prior to Arthur showing up in their lives. they both work in fields that require working with the community to some degree so theres a chance they might be like "oh thats that guy. I know his name and what he does." Anyways I'm saying theres a chance Oscar unknowingly met a Noel helping show someone where the soup kitchen is while he was out and about But also that he may have met a very recently post prison pitts Noel, gave him food, and told him he'd always be welcome in the church if he was there but just never got his name and never connected the dots when he saw him as a detective later

STOP IM ALREADY SO ILL ABOUT THEM

just the idea… that Noel was so malnourished and tired and changed after the prison pits that he’s completely unrecognizable years later when he’s recovered and back to looking somewhat like his old self. Oscar never even realizes, and Noel would never tell him.

[opheliachoi99]

¿ The Villain ?

MICHAEL KAISER X READER ( as Elisse Noa )

ABOUT : a story taking place within the field itself. Whereas Michael Kaiser, and you compete end-to-end over a stupid bet that the emperor made himself. Who would conquer the game? The blue devil or the villainess herself?

PART 2/3

— "Let's cheer on for team Bastard Mūnchen! Which was a team from a training simulation called Blue Lock! I cannot wait to see what they've got!" The announcer cheekily declared.

"Oh we'll indeed show you what we've got, right 'God's chosen Emperor?'" Isagi smirked. "I'll ravage the field, don't piss me off Yoichi."

"And if we turn here, woah! Can't believe my eyes! Our star player?! Elisse Noa!? team Schurke Strikers!!"

The crowd had gone wild as you and your team had appeared.

"See what I mean?" Noel spoke with hindrance, but deep inside he was truly proud for his sister who made it this far. "They're a bit scary don't yer think?" Hiori stated. "You're right, she's the only female in their team" Isagi added.

"Schurke Strikers— what does that even mean?" Kiyora asked with annoyance.

"Villain." Kaiser replied. "Villain Strikers, it's German."

"What a scary name for a team-" "My sister named that team." Noel interrupted Isagi. "SERIOUSLY? IS SHE REALLY THAT POWERFU—" "yes." Noel interrupted once again.

As the formation was about to start, you suddenly approached the opposing team.

"Great to see you again bro!" You approached Noel with a pleasant smile on your face. "Eli! Break a leg on the field!" Noel jokingly cheered "Ha-ha, very funny, that term shouldn't be used in soccer my dear brother." You remained your innocent looking face towards him.

Everyone in the opposing team stared at you with mixed expressions on their faces, but Kaiser's face remained unfazed. "Is that the person who I think she is?" Hiori asked "I think so—?" Ness added.

"Oh guys, you've finally met my sister! Elisse, this is my team. Team, this is my sister Elisse, Elisse Noa." Noel proudly introduced.

"So you're the one everyone's hyped about. You seem like a harmless cutie~" Kaiser spoke sarcastically from behind. "Exactly! Noel- are you sure—" Isagi immediately covered Ness' mouth to refrain him from speaking more further.

Your eyes scanned discreetly towards each members of Bastard Mūnchen, and your eyes landed on him.

"Ahh, you must be..

Michael Kaiser.."

— Game Time —

"Everyone, you know the formation. Get to it." Kiyora seriously stated. "It's game time" Isagi excitedly grinned "Don't get your hopes up with your goal Yoichi" Kaiser smirked "Hey, fired up huh? What's up with her? She's staring at you like a dart" Isagi pointed at you "Huh? She's too cute to stare like a villain" He stared at you as you switched to 'innocent-look mode' "I might actually ask her out.."

"Kaiser— focus on the goal here. Yeah she's cute and all, don't get distracted." "Are you instructing me Yoichi? Don't tell me what to do. Whatever this weakshit got on the field, I don't fucking care. I'm taking her soccer career to a downfall, where she could never play again."

The blow of the whistle has undicated the game has started. The first ball was in Kaiser's team, and the game is already in a tightrope as Schurke strikers has taken the ball from their team. "Fuck, Ness now!" Kaiser yelled "On it."

As Ness finally took the ball, he felt shivers down his spine, as a huge purple aura overshadowed him "Excuse me~ but that ball is mine" you zoomed in out of nowhere and snatched the ball from Ness and did a direct shot.

Bastard Mūnchen - 0

Schurke Strikers - 1

The crowd cheered loudly, as screams and shouts echoed around the arena "A steal and direct shot combo from Elisse Noa?! This woman is full of surprises! Her looks cannot compare to her skills on-field!" The announcer proudly stated "Exactly! I wonder what other tricks could she have on her sleeve!" The other announcer agreed.

"What. the. fuck. was. that?!" Isagi panted "I don't know but, what I see was no ordinary player." Hiori replied "What happened to her cutesy presence?!?!" Kiyora angrily questioned.

She's no petite on-field, she's a beast.

"Oh fuck her, that was luck." Kaiser stated as he wiped his sweat on his chin using his arm "That was no luck, Kaiser.. That was pure talent." Isagi said with a worried tone

"Stop yapping, and start kicking will ya'?" You annoyingly said as you ran back to your spot.

"Fuck you." Kaiser sarcastically chuckled "I'm taking you down, even it takes my dignity."

— Next round —

"Pick up the pace!" Isagi yelled "Catch!" Hiori swiftly passed the ball to Isagi, but as Isagi was about to do his trick, two big players were in front of him blocking his way. "Pass it to me!" Kiyora called out, Isagi immediately passed it to him. But then he saw Kaiser "Move. I'm scoring today" Kaiser smoothly took the ball from Kiyora and gave him salute before heading to the goal "What the fuck man?!?"

As Kaiser was finally going to score his goal, the same purple aura overshadowed him and rhythmically took the ball without exertion used at all. "Coming through cutie~" you teasingly said "Oh no you don't meine dame" Kaiser took the ball once again and immediately kicked the ball and scored.

Bastard Mūnchen - 1

Schurke Strikers - 1

You sarcastically laughed "I heard you made a bet? What a cute bet, a simple one too! Child's play I tell you" Kaiser gritted his teeth from anger "Are you mocking me?" He raised his brows "And what if I am?" You played along.

"Hey guys—? Now's not the right time.. We're a tie now-" Isagi and Ness tried to stop you two but both of you were already heated up. "Shut up, this is our game now." Kaiser angrily spoke "Oh, bring it on Blaue Rose."

He paused for a second as he was stunned from a certain nickname you called him.

"Oh so you want that type of game hmm..? Interesting.. I like you now~ feisty on field" Kaiser flirted.

"Kaiser!!" Noel yelled all the way from the benches.

"No worries, I hate you to the core."

To be continued..

[fierceastheocean]

5 favorite Blue Lock characters? 5 least liked characters as well.

oooo okay!

🪼my favs!🪼

1. Kunigami Rensuke

MY KINGGGGGG!!!! I adore him he’s perfect idc if he’s traumatized i love himmmmm. bros a cutie patootie. i could heal him trust. no but on a real note can we talk abt how he’s such a strong person, mentally and physically? amazing character, well written, and he’s hot. enough said.

2. Isagi Yoichi

Goatsagi 🐐you gotta love him, this mf takes stuff out of his ass and always makes it work like wtf. also a hottie, but mostly a cutie. this man has no trauma, he’s just a psycho for the love of the game LMFAOOOOO. he’s a cutie.

3. Karasu Tabito

Inteligence is sooo hot. he’s so funny too. like come on give us everything. not to mention that hes hot too, duh. I loveeeee analytical men, he’s so fine.

4. Barou Shoei

Lion king. he’s so badass, he’s the one that initially pushes isagi to go beyond what he was. actually so goated, every time he’s on the field it’s lights out for the opps trust.

5. Bachira Meguru

Cutieeeee. love the little bumblebee, he’s so cutie. he’s also a little shit. he takes over the field with his dribbling, and i adore how he truly just adores the freedom of soccer, much like Isagi.

HMs: Nagi — bros such a cutie, tired all the time and yet just pulls out these insanely creative plays. hope he locks in tho.

Kurona—bros such a cutie patootie. loveee his little talking tic.

Rin — uhmmm marry me? once he’s emotionally stable though, i understand the sibling traumas 😞

🪸least favs🪸

1. Oliver Aiku

Although i like his character to an extend, i can’t STAND men who act like little boys. take off that stubble if ur gonna be a womanizer u overrated wall.

2. Eita Otoya

Similar reason to Aiku, can’t stand cheaters. ik he said he wouldn’t do it before, but my point stands

3. Igaguri whatever his name is

WHY WAS HE THERE INSTEAD OF KUNIGAMI, WHAT THE FUCK

4. Julian Loki

Everything that Isagi said, my king clocked this sonic wannabe 🙏

5. Sae Itoshi

ik he went through some traumas which is why he’s not super high on the list, but how much effort does it take to not be a complete asshole to your little brother like hello 😭

Hm: Chris Prince like ho stop doing all these ads u are NOT allat. also noel now fuck u too but i still kinda like u idk

[humblefryingpan]

Ride the cyclone au where they have pokemon!! It's taken me a rlly long time but I've figured out who would have which pokemon.

Explanations for most of them below. I tried to use a read more but Tumblr was not having it

Also the types are on there, just because.

A lot of them were based on character's vibes so be prepared for some to not be explained. Feel free to ask about them and I can try to explain what made me choose them

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg

- She'd get loads of grass types but idk why

- Wooper bc I wanted a water pokemon (bc "Ocean") and I feel like that's the one she'd pick

- Snivy bc he looks rlly stuck up and also bc she's a mega slytherin and I wanted to give her a snake bc of that

- Rowlet bc she'd absolutely love the bowtie

- I bet she'd hate poison pokemon and I feel like her parents would have loads of them

Noel Gruber

- You know he'd love ghost/poison/dark pokemon. He'd love the aesthetic.

- Lampent bc it is smth he'd want but more importantly it's bc I couldn't miss out on putting Noel's Lampent in this

- Roserade bc he needed a rose pokemon and that was the most dramatic one

- Umbreon bc of the aesthetic but also bc it evolves based on friendship and I think he would want to do it like that

- Some fire types because fire is symbolic of passion and he got the "sign of passion"

Mischa Bachinski

- Cubone bc it matches his vibe and he'd want one but the dead mother thing was a part of it (look up cubone's lore if you don't know)

- He wouldn't want to catch anything in Canada. I doubt he'd go out enough to find any he liked

- He and his mother were around radiation a lot, so I think in the pokemon universe there'd be a lot of poisonous pokemon around that area

- Mareanie bc I saw a hc that he grew up near the sea and I like it. She's a water/poison type so I thought it worked

- I picked a fighting type because he's the angriest boy in town

Ricky Potts

- His family still has a total of 14 but Espurr is specifically Ricky's

- I think psychic types would be good for medical reasons. Like a medical aid helper pokemon? idk how to explain but they can help him do stuff he'd struggle with (like carrying things when he's using crutches yk)

- His family just collect cat like pokemon. The word cat is in the pokedex for a lot of them so I can still say "14 cats" and "sexy cat ladies"

- there's more details ab my sabm on this post

Penny Lamb / Jane Doe

- The aspiring pokemon conservationalist, she'd want hundreds but her foster family doesn't let her get many big ones.

- I needed to give her a sheep her name is lamb

- Normal types bc she didn't stand out enough for people to remember her

- Ezra borrows her pokemon a lot and when the cyclone crashed most of them were with him. Mimikyu was with her in the afterlife but didn't recognize her without her real head.

- I picked Mimikyu bc no one knows what they look like, they're kind of a doll and they're seen as creepy despite trying to be friendly

- Eevee bc it could turn into anything. Penny would find that exiting and it relates to Jane because no one knew who she was either

- In Elysium I think the lambs' parents would've used grass types to help grow weed. I picked sprigatito for that bc it looks the part

Constance Blackwood

- I used mostly fairy types because that the vibe she has. I was looking for ones based on desserts since her family runs a bakery

- Milcery bc they're created from sweet smells so I think there'd be a lot in Constance's family.

- Eevee because they're quite plain and seen as nice. During sugarcloud it would evolve into Sylveon because Constance is finally letting herself love things openly

- I used a flying type because of sugarcloud and for me spritzee fit the best

- Constance would be insecure about her fairy pokemon bc they were linked to the bakery so she'd probably keep them in their balls

Talia Bolinska

- We only ever see her in the field so she gets associated with flowers a lot. That's why I picked mostly grass & bug types

- I asked what Mischa would have and someone said he and Talia would get matching mienshao. I don't think it fits him but it does fit her so

- Electric type because we only really know about her through her online appearance

- Fighting types to connect her to Mischa more

Virgil the rat

- Virgil the rattata now. Alolan form bc it looks more like Virgil than the regular one

Ezra Lamb

- Doesn't really catch many pokemon. Not because I ran out of ideas but bc I just don't think he'd want to? He'd research the hell out of them but I doubt he'd want to look after them

- Sableye bc it pranks people and it has similar vibes. Idk if he'd have one but he'd definitely love them and tell Penny random facts he finds out ab them

Karnak

- can't own pokemon but I think he'd have Dialga painted on the side of the fortune box bc he sees the future

[pistatsia]

All or Nothing: Noel Noa (ft. Jinpachi Ego)

(note that this analysis contains heavy spoilers for Noa's motives in my Big little dramas fic)

What I really like about Noa is that his character, with his questionable coaching decisions and personality... Actually very evidently grows from his backstory.

We only know a few things for sure about Noa's background before Blue Lock: he grew up in the slums of Paris, where he invested all of himself to get out of that hole, he's ex-boyfriend rival of Jinpachi Ego, with whom they diverge in their ideologies and approaches to the striker's game, and he's the idol of little (and adult) Isagi Yoichi due to the fact that he plays rough and focuses on his success rather than his teammates.

On top of that, we also know that Noa was probably forced into Blue Lock. Most likely, the club management put him in front of the fact that you was specifically requested by your ex rival, so go and shine with your face on a TV show. Oh, and bring along our resident bouquet of personality disorders, code-named kainess. Noa certainly doesn't want to show off for the camera like Lavinho or Chris, doesn't want to raise the next generation of players to avoid his mistakes like Snuffy, and certainly isn't looking for friends/good play/rivals like Loki (who only came to the top 5 to evaluate the level of Blue Lock players according to his own words). Even if he'd wanted to see the sprouts of Ego's theory I doubt that he will apply for the participating in Blue Lock voluntary.

Because Noa doesn't really care. This whole mess is just out of his field of interest. Outside of the games we only see him sitting in his room staring endlessly at screens and drinking coffee.

But it's from this that we see that Noa, despite his very... die-or-die method of building a game on the field, is a responsible player and coach. He may not want to mess around with kids in front of the world, but if he took the job, he'll do it. But he will do it exactly the way he demands of himself - no more, no less. Noa is neither cruel nor kind - he doesn't go beyond what his contract asks of him and his principles.

Slightly off-topic, I'd say that's the exact difference between Noa and Ego. No one would accuse Noa of conscious cruelty: he acts within his system, which he has explained to the children in advance, and if they fail it is only their fault for failing to adjust to it. He is simply doing his job - nothing more, nothing less.

Ego, in his turn? He chooses to be cruel even in the system he have built himself. Not because it somehow motivates the children, but because he can. And in doing so, Ego doesn't hate them - he probably doesn't care about any of them. He hates in them a part of the player he once was - the player who lost either to Noel Noa or the entire football world. If not to the both at once.

But even so, it seems odd for the manga to highlight their rivalry. It's not that only very few people have different ways of dealing with children. A lot of people are losing ugly to each other.

But this work with kids is the main root of their rivalry. Because the basics of their motto, their starting point of football, the way they guide children to the game are diametrically opposed.

Because the key point of Ego theory is that the striker is created by a moment of chaos. A moment that cannot be directed - that can only be pushed towards.

Except that for Noa a player hoping for a miracle and not knowing something is nothing. He will never allow that in his team - his whole game, his team and his life is one big formula with coefficients chosen once, like a neural network.

Both of them live as a part of the all-or-nothing game. Except that while Ego plays this game with emotion and involvement, Noa approaches it as logically as possible.

And only Isagi Yoichi can resolve this decades-long conflict.

Now let's go back to Noa's game, to understand why logic is that important to Noa and the player's emotions are insignificant and even get in the way.

Remember exactly how he plays on the pitch. He never comes out to play first like other master strikers. He chooses the midfield position to support the player of his choice - he doesn't steal their shine in the center of attack. He only scores a goal once too, in the first match - the rest of the time he blocks other master strikers in an effort to ensure the kids can play fair.

And that's probably why he openly mocks both Lavinho and Chris with his dry jokes about narcissists and "kids without the proper adult". But he's especially harsh on Snuffy, angrily mocking him for being bitten by "his own dog", bringing back the "don't make my job harder than it needs to be" line. But why does Snuffy deserve this treatment (not taking into account the way Snuffy himself ridicules Noa)?

Because Noa is disgusted with his approach to teaching.

In fact, it's their approaches in the Blue Lock cut that are most opposed, and yet turned on to the max. While Snuffy has gone so far as to give each player an individual program and plan in his strategies, Noa has let things slide, making his stratum a mini version of the Hunger Games. Noa is angry that Snuffy babysits his kids; he's angry at how involved he is in their lives, how Snuffy swirls around them, and how Snuffy is always there to help and support them.

Because Noa is a "give a hungry man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach him to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime" kind of guy. Except that he won't even teach them voluntarily. Players need to get the right advice from him themselves while framing the question correctly. 

Noa's policy is non-interference.

Because he knows from experience that it's the only way kids grow up strong. From his own experience.

And to fully dive in, let's remember another moment from the manga that characterizes Noa the most. His advice to Isagi.

"Dedicate every hour, moment, second of your life to a goal. Don't think irrationally. Get your thoughts in order. I don't pick irrational people for the team. Dedicate your whole self to the goal."

Pretty cool, huh? Blossoms with potential burnout, a life on automatic, and a complete loss of feeling.

You know what I'm getting at? That's exactly the lifestyle Noa lives with. And he doesn't see anything wrong with advising Isagi to do it. He doesn't get annoyed by people's taunts about him being a machine and incapable of feeling. That's probably what he wanted.

Because Noa himself grew up completely dedicated to a goal, switching off all his feelings and without mentorship, and it made him who he is now. And it's rational for him to follow the same path with his kids.

Because feelings are illogical. They're weird, they're scary, they're very hard to predict. They're exhausting, they make you turn back to the past and wait for the future with hopes that may not be fulfilled later. They take your strength, they hurt and they wound very sharply. They make you weak, they make you vulnerable - they make you a helpless child.

Living without them is so much easier.

(If you remember my analysis on Isagi, you can see how similar he and Noa are.)

In psychology this mode is called "detached protector". Its essence is that the child or adult turns off all their feelings to avoid punishment and focus on survival. 

They switch off all emotions. They cut off all emotional ties with loved ones, family and friends, seeing them more as objects. They can only work endlessly.

They function like a robot.

This mode is triggered when a person cuts off all their emotional needs, like an automaton focusing on one single goal.

In Noa's case? His survival. And that's exactly what Ego is talking about - that young Noa, obviously emotionally deprived, put all of himself into football because he had nothing else but it. 

And judging by Noa today, having cut off those needs as a child, he doesn't see the point in experiencing them again. Noa doesn't smile, he doesn't get upset or frustrated. He doesn't get angry or regretful. Of course, mentally stable people can express their emotions weakly too - and even on a level like Noa.

But we're in a football manga. Football is all about emotion.

And the fact that Noa doesn't visually show the joy or at least the satisfaction of a goal or a victory - of the life that little Noa once strived so hard to live, investing all of himself - is just awful.

Of course, Noa has feelings, just like any other person. After all, he is a living being. Except they're either quite faint (because strong emotions = danger and weakness), or he crushes them as soon as he feels them coming on.

Noa's whole life is an endless race to stay where he is.

Because Noa has learned to survive. Of course, he did.

But Noa didn't learn how to live.