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One of the things I think the fandom doesn't get about Fyodor at all is his massive savior complex.

He doesn't have a god complex.

He sees himself as humanity's savior who is acting on the desires of a higher power (God) and somehow that is even more terrifying to me.

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blue lock objectively is insane and probably bad. but the thing about blue lock is that once you watch it youre like holy shit this is peak. its a disease.

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according to the official egoist bible, sae’s favorite season is the end of summer because everything feels lonely.

rin’s birthday is september 9th, which is the end of summer.

sae probably wanted to celebrate rin’s birthday with him, but because he was in spain and rin didn’t have a phone, he couldn’t. that’s why the end of summer is so lonely for sae, because when he wanted to celebrate his brother’s birthday at the end of summer, he couldn’t.

rin’s favorite season is autumn because it’s chilly.

sae’s birthday is october 10th, which is during autumn.

rin and sae had their fight on a snowy and chilly day.

not only that, but sae’s birthday is 10/10 and rin’s is 9/9, meaning that sae will always be one step ahead of rin and rin will never be able to catch up.

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they are so silly 😭

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With kaisagi being guns & roses, bachisagi being bees % spouts, what would Rinsagi be?? (hear me out: Nineleven)

something about play fighting with sae. more often than not, he isn’t phased by your attempts to provoke him. little pokes or prods, teases — they don’t get much out of him, other than perhaps a raised brow, if anything.

you can’t recall what you’d done this time that managed to get under his skin. you don’t think you’d really been trying, either.

warm and comfy in one of his stolen sweaters, you’d climbed onto the couch after a bath. you should’ve noticed something off, then. his eyes had fixated on you since you entered the room, arm flexing just a little tighter as he drew you into his side.

you mewl, coy and slippery. and somehow, for some reason, five minutes later, you’re caught under his weight. half-hearted kicks only get your legs pinned; your arms are next, stretched up above your head against the armrest.

“sae, no fair.”

he gazes down at you. his neutral expression hasn’t changed, but there’s an unspeakably keen glint in his eye as he watches you fuss under him.

“no?” he murmurs, a trace of mocking as he squeezes your wrists.

you twist and try new strategies. purposely arching in a way meant to entice and distract.

but he only slides his free hand under your sweater — his, really — and the thought makes his pinch to your supple side that much sweeter.

you make a protesting sound that provokes him better than you ever could’ve known.

“hush.”

“what—?” you start to demand in outrage, feigned to hide your delight.

but he swallows your voice, his lips finding your throat, and you finding the realization: to only start fights you can win.