mika. +20. he/they. spanish. writer and digital artist. infj. virgo sun. gemini rising and moon. blue lock.
this is my side blog for writing and yapping. my main is @kentaeran and i use it to upload my drawings. follows and likes will come from there!
minors please dni (+18 only)
english is not my first language, so i apologize for the mistakes! ai usage is completely forbidden here
i yume itoshi sae. i don't talk about it on this blog, but please keep this in mind before interacting with my posts. i'd appreciate it if you don't quote nsfw comments of him, as it's something that makes me extremely uncomfortable and my acc is entirely sfw
my writings | my aus
✧ favs: sae, rin (bllk), diluc, kaeya, albedo (gi), dan heng, sunday, robin (hsr), edgeworth, klavier (aa)
✧ ships (i'm not a heavy shipper): kaebedo (gi), kaisagi, tabiori (bllk), semishira, osasuna, atsukita, akakuroken (hq)
It's always this tense atmosphere you hate the most. Your boyfriend Nero was a typically easygoing guy; there was hardly any arguments in your relationship because you both knew communication was the most important part. You knew that, even if you were afraid of the results, you needed to be open about it. And because of that, you guys hardly ever argued, and even then your arguments were short-lived because you quickly came to a resolution.
But this one, you feared, wasn't something either of you could back down from. Not with how you both felt about it, anyway. You were sitting in your room in the manor, sitting on your bed while Nero sat on the couch, and neither of you were looking at each other. You were content to pick your nails, and Nero was looking out the window, both of you unsure of where to start. But, fuck, this silence was the worst and you would rather die than sit here quietly any longer. So you speak, your voice a bit strained as you speak. "You know, I just wish you wouldn't lie about it."
That does it, because even though he's not looking at you you can feel the glare. "I didn't lie about it, damnit."
"You did. You told me you would stop, and you went and did it anyway. Is that not the definition of a lie?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. I had no other choice."
"You did." You're adamant about this, because you know you're right here. "You could've come to me, or even Faust. Instead, you ran off with Bradley-"
He scoffs, laughing bitterly under his breath. "You should've said that's what this was about. You can't just keep me from him."
You finally lift your gaze from your nails, staring at him incredulously. "Oh, I'm sorry for telling you I didn't feel comfortable with how Bradley has absolutely no concern for your life-"
"That's not true-"
"-And how you blindly follow him into any scenario regardless of how dangerous it is-"
"(Name)." He finally moves to meet your eyes, his eyebrows pressed down angrily. "You can't control me. I'm allowed to do what I want if I desire to do it. You would be pissed at me if I told you to stop hanging around Cain or Murr."
"That's not the same thing!" You defend, laughing bitterly. "I don't have a history of being a bandit with Cain and Murr, and they don't ever intentionally put my life at risk! You're not a bandit anymore, Nero, you were a fucking chef from the East who got summoned as a Sage's wizard! Now you're running off, throwing yourself into dangerous situations without any regards for your own life or how worried it makes me!"
"Brad wouldn't take me anywhere he didn't think we could handle it." Nero defends, and part of you is growing angry that he's so defensive of the Northern wizard. It makes you feel like he's disregarding everything you're saying. "You've known I was a bandit, I can't just throw that whole part of my life away."
"I'm not asking you to do that." You shake your head, sighing in exasperation. "But God, Nero, you can't just run into everything Bradley tells you to. You could've died-"
"What would that matter to you? Surely you could find someone else to replace me."
This makes you stop what you're about to say completely, eyes widening in horror as he seems to realize what he just said. It was like a volcano had erupted from inside of him, blurting out the most hurtful thing he could think to say without a single thought of the impact. He freezes, and before he can even apologize you're pointing at your door. "Out."
"(Name)-"
"If after all this time you think I wouldn't care if you died, or think I'm not saying this out of pure concern, get out my room and never come back in here."
"I didn't mean that-"
"Then why would you say that...?!"
He tenses when he hears the faint sound of your voice cracking, and he wants to beat his own ass when he sees how you're crying, mad at himself for being the one to cause that. He stands up, only to promptly be smacked in the face by one of your pillows, but he doesn't even bother complaining. He deserves that one, he knows it. He said it without thinking, and it wasn't right, but he needs you to let him verbalize this to you without lashing out on him. You were like a tornado, once you got started you just wanted to lash out and take your emotions out on something until you were calmed down, but again, he basically caused that form of response. You hit him with all the pillows on your bed before you were out of things to throw, your hands messily reaching up to rub your face. "Get out...!"
He doesn't say anything, instead silently walking towards you with an unreadable expression on his face. Since you were out of things to throw, your hand lifted as if you were about to hit him, but he gently catches both of your wrists in his hand, sitting on your bed and keeping his face level with yours. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, so please forgive me."
God damn, you were so weak to him. Usually you would just yell, tell whoever it was to get out of your sight before you cursed them, but you can't do that. Not with Nero and certainly not with how gently he's looking at you. You let out an audible cry before pressing your face to his chest and his grip on your wrists weaken as your arms wrap around his neck. He sighs gently, his hand reaching out to rest on the top of your head and run gently down your scalp, trying to soothe you as best as he could as he mutters gentle apologies. "I don't want to control you, Nero..." Your voice is cracking as you speak, and he quietly rests his chin on top of your head as you say what you need to. "I just can't bear the thought of seeing you turned to stone, or having to worry about your mana stone, or having a funeral for you... I know you're strong, and I know you trust Bradley, but please... Please just tell me... Don't just run off..."
He's quiet for a moment before lifting his head off your chin, pressing his lips against your head. "Ok. I'll tell you from here on out, alright? And no matter what, I won't go anywhere I think I can't handle." Part of you wants him to promise to really settle your worries and make you 100% sure of his words, but that was selfish. That would be way too selfish to ask of him. Even just this was enough, for now. You could be ok with this. Your head nods against his chest, trying to calm yourself down.
You were a tornado, and he was a volcano. You were two natural disasters, just waiting to explode and wreck everything in your paths. But, maybe this one time, two disasters could do some good in the world. At least, that was your hope.
What about a text exchange between the ghouls? Like one of their friends / another ghoul calling out / poking fun that they like MC? (: Requested for Main Character Energy Wet Blanket Jin and whoever else you wanna do please!
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎
𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝑪
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𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑱𝒊𝒏, 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒖, 𝑹𝒆𝒏, 𝑺𝒉𝒐, 𝑳𝒚𝒄𝒂, 𝑱𝒐
Ohhh yeah I love this, such a good idea!! (≧▽≦) Can you tell which ghoul is doing the teasing?
if we’ve been mutuals for long enough i don’t even care what you post anymore. if one of my mutuals of two years suddenly gets really into competitive caber toss i just accept zenlike that half my dash is going to be gifsets of burly men hefting logs forever now. i adapt to all online conditions like an animal with high toxicity tolerance
