Hi, everyone! My name is Nolon, and I am a fanfic writer for Blue Lock.
This blog will be dedicated to Blue Lock, fanfic writing, and my love Barou Shouei ❤️ (I am not a yumeshipper btw). I will be posting references, headcanons, and behind the scenes of my writing process (for anyone curious).
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Ever since I was young, I have been drawing and writing fanfic-type stories for my favorite cartoon shows such as Scooby-Doo, Pokemon, and other Cartoon Network shows. However, I never thought about writing or publishing anything more seriously until I started reading and watching Blue Lock (Bllk) around two years ago. Then I came across AO3, and I started writing and publishing my two longfics there last September. It has been a rollercoaster ride ever since then, and I enjoy every single part of it.
"Do you think that it is a good idea to have a swimming pool party to celebrate the end of NEL?" Chigiri Hyouma asks my friends and I one day during breakfast in the Blue Lock cafeteria.
"Um, I'm not sure," Isagi Yoichi stammers, "It's nice and all, but don't we have to focus on training for the U-20 World Cup? What do you think, guys?"
Almost everyone else agrees with Chigiri, some with additional comments.
"Erm, I agreed 'cause we're tryin' to be nice and congratulate folks fer their hard work," Karasu Tabito adds sheepishly, "But we're goin' to have a party at a pool, aren't we?"
Or
Blue Lock hosts a swimming pool party to celebrate the results of Neo-Egoist League (NEL) at Chigiri Hyouma's new training pool. It is Hiori Yo's first time attending such a party, and it exceeds beyond all of his expectations.
Featuring: Karasu x Hiori (Main), Isagi x Rin (Main), Barou x Reo (Main), Reo x Nagi (Previous), Chigiri x Kunigami (Minor), Sae x Shidou (Minor)
Status: Ongoing
Duration: Several chapters (Planning)
Tags: Not Beta Read, POV Hiori You, POV First Person, Hiori is a Good Friend, Chigiri & Barou are so Done, Cheerleader Barou, Swimming Pool, Pool Party, Hawaiian Theme, Dancing and Singing, Stripping, Bikinis/Speedos, Crack, After NEL Arc
A snippet from my day 2 fic (Reunions) for @tabioriweek 🐦⬛🐑
In the yawning darkness of a lion's maw, Sendou pivots towards the goal, ignoring Barou's calls for the ball. But as Kaiser and Isagi move to steal, a third figure darts into the goal box, metavision eyes seizing an opening for a future yet untold.
Raichi crashes into Sendou as the ball goes flying towards the net.
Off-kilter, it hits Gagamaru's glove, the tips of his fingers pushing it back out onto the field.
In that moment, luck falls on Niko Ikki.
A wave of emotion crashes into Hiori as the buzzer marks the winning goal of the match, the waters too murky with things yet unprocessed — guilt, grief, a lifetime of resentment. But there's relief welling up through the tears that spill from his eyes, joy in the laughter that spills from his mouth. His shoulders feel lighter somehow as he slumps to the floor, running his hands over the turf grass that had dominated so much of his life since birth.
"I quit," he whispers to it, speaking words that he'd only ever dared utter in his own daydreams. He closes his eyes to savor the moment.
It's with a lightness in his step that Hiori Yo walks out of Blue Lock later that week, future unclear yet finally something worth looking forward to.
when i was in middle school many years ago, i wrote an original (og) story about a bunch of original characters (oc's) having a swimming pool party. i even wrote an original song (or a few) for the performances. it's very cringey (and nope, I will never publish that draft because there's like at least 50 different oc's that I couldn't even remember who they are—just please don't have too many people in the same story at the same time unless we know who they are).
why a swimming pool party? i don't know why other than the fact that i was bored out of my mind, it sounds like a lot of fun, and i would like to attend one (even though i can't swim, and i'm scared of the water). either way, i couldn't imagine that i would be writing a similar type of story many years later.
i have never been to disneyland but would love to go visit one day. i heard that tokyo disneyland is much cheaper and more enjoyable than the american ones.
I am a very sensitive girl. I feel every word; I'm touched by every sentence. I am ALWAYS the one to yearn, the one to reach out first. The one to pour my heart out and expect nothing in return. I write poetry about fleeting moments. I see nostalgia as my muse. I've always seen my sensitivity as a weakness, that vulnerability should be pushed down, so far down. In a society where being nonchalant is "cool" and empathy is "cringe" (not to mention being cringe is basically considered a crime socially) How am I supposed to get over this? How do I stop viewing my sensitive heart as a weakness that should be hidden away, and start viewing it as a part of myself that should be loved?
When will authenticity be enough? When will being CHALANT be seen as cool!!!!!
in canon, otoya is a ninja chunibyo. in my headcanon, otoya is also a idol chunibyo. he at first wanted to become an idol because they attract lots of girls, but his dream got crushed when he was eliminated early on from a singing competition, like japan idol or japan's got talent. either way, otoya has one of the best singing voices in bllk.
just finished watching outburst dreamer boys anime, and i swore that otoya is a chunibyo. why does he talk so much about being a ninja when he's not irl?
My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying
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