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Yan Lewin Light from blue exorcist? Headcanons pls!

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first of all, i love you for requesting him. please marry me.

I headcannon Lewin as an Obsessive and Possessive yandere.

Obsessive in the way in which well.. It's Lewin. He's obsessive by nature, Both by uncovering the mystery of what happened in section thirteen and his absolute love of demons. This transfers over to you, Definetly, You're the pinnacle of his obsession with him needing to know absolutely everything about you.

Possessive in the way in which Lewin believes that you are his and his alone. I headcannon (canon?) that he's a third-generation nephilim of Azazel, And he has certainly developed the way demons love. AKA meaning that he has a desire to own you, And that possessiveness being the driving force of his love.

Lewin is very touchy-feely with his love as well. It's a demon thing he inherited where he just subconsciously likes to let both you and everyone else know that you're taken. And to your displeasure/delight, He also enjoys getting raunchy in rather.. Public areas.

Lewin growing an obsession for you is very unfortunate and I can see happening in two different ways.

The first is where you're an exorcist, Maybe middle class or higher who has a love for demons just like he does. You're a tamer, You like to study them and are enamoured.

Lewin would notice you since you stick out like a sore thumb in the demon-hating world that is the true cross. Maybe you run into him one day during a mission, The only one who agrees with him and can tolerate his presence.

This peaks his interest, And we all know how dangerous that can be..

The other way Lewin could become enamoured with you is the exact opposite way. You hate demons, You loathe them with a passion. No matter if it's a coal tar or a Greenman, It doesn't matter as they are all monsters in your eyes.

Lewin would probably notice you from the way his sylphs definetly fear you, Having built up a reputation. Lewin, Being the jerk he is, Would probably take to teasing you and trying to convince you that demons aren't all that bad. You, Of course, Loathing him and his demons with all your being.

I'm going to go for the latter in this headcannon.

Lewin would've met you for being a backup on one of his missions. Perhaps you're a higher class exorcist due to your ruthlessness and efficiency of killing demons, Maybe even a fellow Arc Knight!

Lewin probably catches on to your remarkable distaste for demons quickly, And begins to tease you just as fast. He likes following you around, Laughing as he tries to half-heartedly make friends with you.

You, Of course, Are annoyed both by his personality and his absolutely rotten stench. You try to get him off of you, But him being an Arc Knight makes it very difficult to do so.

I feel like Lewin would take amusement in your distaste for him, Only fuelling his antics even more. It becomes a daily thing, Him often assigning you on the same missions as him so he can mock you for a past-time.

By now, He's just being Lewin with no sign of Obsession in sight.

But after a rather tough mission when you're in an airport away from the rest of the squad, Talking on the phone to someone, Does the spark of obsession really start to take fold.

Lewin's sitting away just out of earshot. You're on the phone to somebody.. But who? Lewin's curiosity gets peaked but as he tries to move closer, Both with him and his sylphs, You move away.

For some reason, This irks him. You're on the phone to somebody that's not him that you could potentially be informing of this top-secret mission.

You could be on the phone to someone that could possibly be with the Illuminati! You could be a traitor.. Yes, What if you were a traitor? What if that was just a family member or a receptionist filling in an application you've been meaning to complete?

He wants to know who, His curiosity grows by the second. But he can't get closer, You are vigilant and know to keep a good eye on him.. How observant of you!

This interest continues past the mission, Suddenly him following you around becomes less of a way of entertainment and more of an interrogation. Lewin begins to ask off-handed questions about your life, And you being on guard, Deflect it with ease.

This annoys Lewin even more. That itch inside him telling him to know more becomes worse by the second. It also sucks to know that past your general info, Your life has been strictly kept private to everyone, Even to an Arc Knight like him.

You have no social media, You have no friends in the Vatican or outside of it. You're a complete ghost, And not the kind he likes!

So its only natural that what he does next is only a precaution..

Lewin bugs your phone once you become careless one day, Leaving it out so vulnerable for the taking. Of course, Lewin has no guilt about this. He's only doing this for the good of the order, After all! Communicating with someone after a mission

You've been communicating with your boyfriend. That night you were telling him that you were okay, That you were fine. He told you how much he missed you, How much he worried for you.

And for some reason, It disgusts him.

Lewin is a difficult man to get disgusted, Usually calm and level-headed. But this? This is strange, He had finally found the piece of information he had been fishing for but instead of relief or the ego-stroke he usually go he felt.. Enraged, Genuinely repulsed..!

But Lewin isn't a man distant from his emotions, No. He's very aware of what and why he is feeling this way.

He's in love!

And wowee! What a feeling it is!

Lewin feels like a teenage boy getting a crush on a girl for the first time. Though he doesn't show it outright, Keeping his usual personality, You can notice a certain kick to his actions now. Like he's in a much better mood lately.

But that mood is instantly soured once he remembers just why he figured out his love for you in the first place.

Your "boyfriend". The man that isn't him. You may not have any social media, But your boyfriend certainly does and Lewin takes full advantage of it.

He stays up late, Much later than he usual does just to doom scroll through your Boyfriends social media pages. He scoffs at every selfie together or the pictures of what you ate on your date night. Lewin scoffs at him for trying too hard. Too distant as well as with your job, Him only being there for only a portion of your time.

He also may or may not send a few of his more.. Subtle demons to keep watch of him. Who knows? He might be with the the Illuminati, Though Lewin does doubt it as he doesn't think the Illuminati would hire someone who can't do anything right.

Around you? He does change.

Lewin's teasing turns to something much more flirtatious, I mean this man is pulling out all the stops. Every second sentence is a pick-up line, The first is a rather direct compliment towards your "assets".

You, Of course, View this as him trying to annoy you in just another way. Lewin's general personality doesn't change so it's rather easy to see it as such, So you just move on with your day and continue to shoot him down at any chance.

Lewin, Who likes to bring fast food on missions, Begins to bring you a serving too. How he knows your taste and your usual order, Who knows? But you don't care, You always turn it down, You don't trust Lewin.

Of course, This annoys Lewin. He doesn't understand why you'd turn him down and decide to stay with a man who couldn't even be with you most of the time. Lewin knows he'd be a better match, You have all your missions together, After all!

Though Lewin doesn't act on his growing urges, The ones that tell him that he needs to do something about this. He

But that all changes when you come into work one day with a ring on your finger.

Lewin spots it immediately, And as soon as he does he falls silent.

This is strange for him, Disturbing too. Though you can't see his eyes behind his hair, You can tell that he is staring dead at the rather expensive diamond adorning your ring finger. It almost makes you feel nervous.

You explain to him about your boyfriend and your engagement but he isn't listening. Though he quickly recovers his persona, Grinning, Patting you on the back and congratulating your marriage before walking off.

You don't think anything of it, Thinking it of just weird behaviour before going back to work.

But Lewin?

Lewin is pissed.

Are you seriously gonna marry a guy you won't even be able to see most of the time? Are you really gonna decide that some nobody who works in a corporate office is better than an Arc Knight like him?

This is the point where he's pushed over the edge, Lewin doesn't care anymore as he summons some of the highest ranking demons he has in his arsenal.

But he doesn't kill him.

No, Lewin is smarter than that. He has a better plan of getting him out of the way.

One day when you come home from a rather lengthy mission, Absolutely exhausted and wanting to just lie in bed with your fiancée is when disaster strikes.

Outside you find your house swarmed by members of the order, Your terrified as you run through them to find out what happened. Only for the captain of the squad to tell you what happened.

Your Fiancée was an Illuminati spy who was found smuggling cases worth of order documents while you were away. He had been lying to you this entire time and had been brought in to gather information.

You're heartbroken, Absolutely wrecked and betrayed as you break down crying. How could he do this to you? You've been in love since childhood, Did that mean nothing to him?

Lewin is thrilled, His plan working to a T. He had gotten your boyfriend out of the picture. Though it hadn't gone entirely on track as you have taken a leave of absence due to the grief you are wracked with.

But that doesn't stop Lewin from showing up at your new apartment with your order of fast food, Easily sauntering in to talk with you for hours while you lie in bed defeated.

You found it horrid at first, Your fiancée had been an Illuminati spy and Lewin decided to annoy you even then. But you've been isolated from everyone else for so long that.. You start to look forward to these visits.

Lewin brings you your groceries, He takes care of the bills and the rent (With his own money, Not that you'll know) and you start to talk to him without a single hint of aversion. Lewin is overjoyed by this, Finally getting a bit of attention!

He wonders if you'd still talk to him like this if you knew how your boyfriend was being tortured, If you knew it was him that was leading it.

But one night when Lewin decides to come over again, He finds you absolutely wasted, Having drank an entire bottle of wine, The one your Fiancée gave you to celebrate your engagement.

You barely remember anything of that night, Not remembering how you had kissed him and he to you. Not remembering how he had led you to your bed and taken the lead.

You only remember waking up naked, Lying against Lewin's chest as he slept and a hangover making your head throb.

You should feel disgusted that you slept with him, Disgusted that you did it so quickly after your fiancée's betrayal. You should kick him out your bed and never see him again.

But, You don't.

You want the contact, You want the physical touch to comfort you. As much as you don't want this, You close your eyes and go back to sleep cuddled up to him, All the while Lewin watches through the parting of his hair.

And this signals the domestic stage.

You and Lewin's relationship is strange to say the least. Makeshift, But it somehow works.

You come back to work with him one day. Your co-workers absolutely shocked to find that Lewin's now your partner, It was strange seeing the man you despised follow you around without you batting an eye or throwing an insult.

You now accept the fast food he brings for you, Let him throw an arm around you and start to flirt with you. And sometimes you even give him a rather sultry response, Always making him stop and gawk for a second before returning back to his usual persona.

Your dates consist of late night mission reports and trips to several fast food chains. It's not as extravagant as your old partner use to give you, But it's more personal and you have a good time with him.

Lewin also gets insanely jealous of anyone who decides to get a little too close to you. Giving passive aggressive jabs at whoever all with that shit-eating grin on his face and an arm locked around your waist.

Of course, That's all you see. You only think he's just a little possessive.

But you don't see how much of a jealous monster he is, Nor do you ever see the man who flirted with you ever again. Co-worker, Friend or stranger.

You're his, He won you and got his prize. Lewin's not going to let anyone come in the way of that, He doesn't even need to get his hands dirty as his demons do all of the work.

You officially move into his place and it instantly becomes much cleaner than it was before, Disgusted by the state of it. In a week it becomes spotless, Lewin being a little annoyed that all his research was now "organized" but gets over it quickly once he sees your proud face.

Your relationship is also VERY steamy.

This man is on you whenever he can, Pulling you into closets or even getting a bit risky during meetings. Lewin has no shame when it happens in a place someone could easily walk in on you two, Even enjoys it. While he does not want kids, He certainly doesn't act like it. Birth control is your only saviour in this relationship.

You'd also need to buy a lot more turtle-necks and other adjacent clothing, Him being possessive makes him like to leave marks absolutely everywhere.

You have a strict rule where you keep your demon-hating away from his demon-loving, Neither of you bringing up your opinions on the subject.

Your relationship, Weird, But it works.

But if you ever found out what happened to your previous boyfriend..?

Screaming, Crying. An absolute breakdown as you throw things at him, Desperate to get away from Lewin. He had tortured and eventually killed the man you wanted to marry, You were horrified, Terrified!

Lewin on his end is annoyed, Just annoyed. Even though he had killed the man ages ago, He still comes back to get in his way. Lewin tries to calm you down with a level-head.

"Hey! You're happy with me now, Right? So who cares about the other guy, Didn't matter what happened to him."

You try to run away, Leave the apartment but your ankles are suddenly sliced by sylphs. You fall to the ground in agony, Shaking and crying as you yell out in pain.

Lewin comes over to you, He's not acting any different to how he usually is. He tells you that you're never going to get away from him before pulling you up to carry your body in a bridal position.

He kisses you, But it was no longer sweet as it once was. You cry, Trying to get out.

Lewin tells you that he's not gonna lock you up, No, That would be just cruel and who would he be as your loving boyfriend to do that to you?

No, All you need to do is prick your finger and sign the contract in front of you with your own blood. Don't worry about what it says, Just sign the contract and everything will go back to normal.

Lewin will not let you go, You are his, He'll make sure you'll know it.

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captainspiggbo · 4 months

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So. . What if Satan gets Yukio?

[[Tw: mental health, depression, s*icide, death, unhappy shit, etc.]]

I really doubt this will make sense, but as per usual, I'm open to being corrected and spat at lmao. . . So uh, enjoy the read! 😅👌

Boo!

Look I'm not one to bring up season one's uh. . "Ending" unless I absolutely have to. . But in this newest chapter we see that Yukio and Rin are on they're way to the palace thing and can already assume based on the time skip; things are likely not gonna go well. . Demons require broken individuals, mind breaking is like they're whole schtick. . Only one of the twins has truly spiraled (i.e. self exit attempt), depression is a demon all on it's own; point is, you don't spiral just once. While Yukio is finally healing, he's no where near "better" and unfortunately that makes him a walking beacon of a target. I don't have too solid a theory as to how this will play out, but Satan can't kill them outright correct?? He hates Rin, but Rin is the best body for him, Yukio would be the perfect stepping stone to get closer to Rin. . Rin is headstrong, he won't break easily. . But who is the one person he loves more than anything? If I was a deranged, narcissistic, fuck who wanted to hurt my target to they're core the logical step is to remove who they love/care for. . The older exorcists can be easily removed, Satan's little lackeys are gonna maybe (HOPEFULLY NOT) pick off everyone one by one. . His mentor, his friends, potentially even his love interest, and finally Satan will take his brother. Do I think Yukio has the potential to die? Not really? (A part of him maybe??) But he would be a pretty good puppet to dangle in Rin's face, cause him to despair; act foolish or straight up give up the good fight. . No, we don't see Satan directly having a body yet in the future, but there is a hungry core feeding on the land. He just needs something to latch onto, a vessel to hide in that won't expire right away, just a sentient nugget. . I'm likely going too far, as per usual, but I believe something will happen that will make Yukio either self sacrifice or have his will broken again. I see Mephisto or someone under his direction removing Rin from the situation as to not let Satan get them both right away (also extending the fun, yippee!). Either way, Satan will have a decent body to build around as he waits to challenge Rin again whenever he pops up in the future. The goal won't be to "win" the fight outright, but to have a vessel that can hold on long enough to wear Rin down in order to finally succumb to Satan. I believe that is why we don't see Yukio in the future, Satan has him in some form or fashion and Rin will have to fight to get him back. . The goal of "killing Satan" was already not enough as we've seen, Rin couldn't do it (well he could theoretically but you get what I mean). . . Ooooor I could be talking out my ass as per usual and bringing back an element from a (assumingly approved by Kato) "ending" from season one is too far fetched. . It's not like she's ever set things up from the beginning or anything. . She totally doesn't like hidden meanings. . . 👀

#another stupid theory from captain dummy #blue exorcist theories #ao no exorcist theories #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #aoex manga #aoex spoilers #spoilers #i dont want anyone to die okay but i gotta make peace with it sometime lol #tw mental health #rin okumura #yukio okumura #okumura twins

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aroyalty-grace · 2 years

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HOW DID WE NOT REALISE

#tw spoilers #blue exorcist spoilers #nice detail #shima is a spy for the illuminati #spy man

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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“Call out my name.”

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characters; Xiao, Zhongli, gn reader

cw/tw; SPOILERS FOR THE NEW QUEST, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. Hurt/comfort.

word count; 1.7k

notes; I come with a small little thought I had after the quest. It started raining when I had to meet with Xiao when we were out of the cave, and this came to mind. I haven’t written in a while so this might be a little rusty feeling, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :,) I will most likely post this on ao3 too - Bunny

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When Wangshu inn was devoid of a certain adeptus, you knew all was not well with Liyue, or more specifically, its protector. Even the sky, which was usually so vibrant with blue, had become darkened and grey. Rain had started to fall, the growing rumble of thunder booming in the distance as the gloomy weather spread across the land.

You knew if you had simply called his name, he would come to you, but there must’ve been a reason he was avoiding the only destination he seemed to frequent. Something must’ve happened. Even if sometimes your beloved yaksha wasn’t at the inn, he was at least patrolling the plains, close-by in case of emergency. But the fields were empty - no sign of any demonic entities, and no sign of the exorcist.

“My dear, you shouldn’t be standing out in the rain like this.” A deep voice, dripping in rich honey, spoke behind you. You didn’t need to turn your head to see who it was, and even though he was right, you still couldn’t bring yourself to budge.

“Mr. Zhongli… Do you know where he is?” You asked quietly, shifting your gaze to look at the taller man standing beside you. Ever the gentleman, he shielded you both under a large umbrella, keeping you from getting any more drenched. He didn’t respond, so you continued to speak. “I’ve not seen him for days… He’s not been here, or anywhere in the marsh. I know I’m just a ‘mere mortal’, and he’s a divine being, but I…” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head down slightly. “I’m worried about him.”

“Even though you do not possess divine power, that doesn’t mean you’re not powerful, even if you’re only a mortal.” Confused, you turned around to fully face him. “Your emotions are strong enough to break the steady walls of a mighty adeptus. Is that not power?” Golden eyes slid down to look at you, the corner of his lip curled upwards slightly. The ex-archon turned his head to look at something in the distance your eyes could not follow, then let out a quiet sigh. “So perhaps, you could get through to him. Apart from you, think about what else he holds dear. Then, you will find him.” Suddenly, he lets out a quiet chuckle. “Apologies for the riddle, but I made a promise to not divulge that information. But if you know him as well as you think, this shouldn’t be too difficult of a task.”

“… Thank you, Zhongli.”

“Good luck, Y/N.”

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It didn’t take you long to narrow down what Xiao truly cared for. Liyue, you, and The Yaksha’s. You knew that if this was about you, you would at least be able to feel his presence around you, and for once you did not. If this was about Liyue, you knew that Zhongli would’ve advised you not to get involved. Which only left one option: The Yaksha’s.

Your partner rarely talked about them. If the topic came up in conversation, it was very brief. You knew one thing, though - The Yaksha’s were once a source of true happiness for Xiao. When he spoke of them, there was a gentleness in his eyes, a softness in his voice, one that seemed to be reserved only for his loved ones. And it was clear, he loved them very dearly. Perhaps, deep down, he would even consider them his family. The adeptus never seemed to let himself think of them for too long, and usually that brief moment of nostalgia and remembrance would be tossed away with a soft shake of his head. ‘Never mind’, he would mumble. ‘Forget it’, he would whisper. You didn’t want to forget, but you never pushed it.

The temple was fairly new, and one of the only ones that were visited in the modern times. Even now, you could see the leftover smoke from the freshly lit incense coming from the open window. If you focused, you swore you could smell grilled fish, and another smoke trail intertwining with the other. And in the shadows, just above the small building, you could see a lone figure perched on the edge of the hill.

Found you.

A short climb to the top of the hill and you were next to the person you were looking for. The slight ache in your muscles was worth it, just to see him. Droplets of water from the pouring rain slid down the apples of his masked cheeks, landing on one of his idle hands that were resting on his lap - the other, resting against his bent knee. He could almost pass for a statue, if it weren’t for the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

“Xiao…?” You called out when you were nearer. His head turned towards you slightly, an indication he had heard you. After waiting a few seconds to see if he’d greet you, you slowly shuffled towards the short male, sitting down beside him.

“I know you see yourself as a weapon, and nothing more… But no one can hide from their emotions forever.” Your hushed voice murmurs over the gentle, tiny splashes of rain hitting the ground.

As expected, you heard no response from the adeptus. Just as you were about to stand up, however, you heard a quiet inhale of breath. Your head turned to look towards him, surprised to see his own was turned away from you. Another questioning whisper of his name left your lips, your hand raising towards the blackened mask, fingers sliding underneath the cheek you had cupped. When your eyes connected with his, silently asking for permission to remove it, he didn’t move. Being as careful as you could, you removed the mask.

Still as ethereal as ever, the divine being stared back at you - with red rimmed eyes. Fresh tears continued to spill down his face, collecting at the ends of his jawline. Is this why he was wearing his mask in the first place? You supposed he had grown used to hiding everything underneath the identity of a bloodthirsty, ruthless yaksha.

“What’s happened, my love?” You asked quietly, your thumbs already beginning to wipe underneath his eyes. Instead of giving you an answer, his own hands took a hold of yours.

“Promise me.” He murmured, his eyes hazy, almost as if he was looking through you instead of at you.

“Promise you?”

He nodded. “Promise you’ll call out my name when you need me. I… Can’t lose you, too.”

His tone was sombre, and as much as you wanted to dig deeper into what was causing turmoil for your beloved, comforting him was more important.

“I promise.”

And then, he did something that neither of you could’ve predicted. His hand slid to your own to your wrist, pulling you face first into him, his arms wrapping tight around you. His arms shook as his grip only grew stronger.

“I have to protect you. I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t…” His voice began to trail off, and you felt the familiar sensation of Xiao’s face burying into your neck, a shaky exhale of breath fanning against your skin. “My family… There was nothing I could do. For you, I will not make the same mistake twice. If you need anything, call my name. I will make it right.” I will protect you until my last dying breath.

Those words went unsaid, but you could hear it in the way the wind whipped fiercely around both of you, and how the rain grew heavier.

“I love you too, Xiao.”

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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Mandela Prophet AU: Intuition

Thatcher Davis awakes in the middle of the night to his intuition telling him to find the source of a strange noise he hears somewhere in the neighborhood.

TW: Suicide ideation, blood, body horror, vague mentions of spiders, spoilers for new TMC upload, holy shit Adam’s having a bad day, please listen to the warnings.

Notes: this is 2777 words long I think. Don’t know if this is canon to the au or not, as I wrote it on a whim and don’t know if it fits the au timeline very well just yet. I just went a bit crazy seeing how perfect the end of Mandela Catalyst worked for this au so. Yeah. Here’s this thing :)

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Screaming.

Screaming is what awoke Thatcher in the middle of the night. It sounded like someone was calling for help nearby, yet it almost sounded…dreamlike. As if it was nothing more than a hazy hallucination from while he was half asleep. Something else within Thatcher’s mind told him to follow the noises, despite the pit in his gut whenever he heard it. He shifted in his bed, being nothing but a couple mattresses on top of one another, shutting his eyes even tighter as he tried to ignore the loud screaming he heard in the back of his head. It was no use; he needed to wake up.

Thatcher’s eyes flicked open, the screaming ceasing as soon as he did so. He sat up, brushing his straight, long, dyed blond hair out of his face before looking around his room. His thin body was covered by a pair of sweatpants and a faded “The Exorcist” shirt. His scruffy facial hair was unkempt, and he had bags under his eyes. He noticed the stillness in his room, with nothing making a single sound; not even the wind outside blew against his window. Thatcher sighed deeply, his brows furrowing before he stood up out of bed, his curiosity unquenchable.

He threw on a leather jacket, replacing his sweatpants with a pair of dusty jeans before glancing towards his nightstand, seeing his pistol and flashlight. He stared vacantly at both of them before grabbing them, placing the pistol in his belt and holding the flashlight in his hand. He felt something in his gut, but something was telling him to look for the source of the screaming, no matter how he felt about it.

He could only hope he wouldn’t regret it.

Adam could feel it again. It wanted out, like it always did at the worst times imaginable. He stumbled around the abandoned home he found to be all too familiar, clutching his stomach as he wandered into one of the bedrooms, shutting and locking the door behind him. He trembled, muttering thoughts that weren’t his own as he sat on the bed, his wide, dilated eyes staring at his bare feet. He was woken up by the parasite that night, not having time to put on shoes before he was out the door.

His breathing was heavy before he grimaced, his thin, bony hands grasping his shirt before sliding it off, tossing it to the ground; he didn’t have it in him to sacrifice another T-shirt. His ribs and spine poked out from under his thin skin, and his blue eyes were sunken in. His arms were longer than typical human arms, along with his legs. He felt like complete shit, reflected by his messy, pale brown hair and the bags under his eyes. However, he would’ve taken the permanent exhaustion and lack of an appetite if it meant he didn’t have to go through it again. Alas, he knew what was to come in the next ten minutes.

Adam laid on the bed, convulsing slightly as he grimaced, feeling the parasite shifting inside of his stomach and chest in an all too familiar way. He could feel tears falling from his eyes, despite the pain only being minimal at that moment, but he could hear the voices in his head, screaming at him as if wanting him to let it out and accept it. He was tired of feeling this pain and soon-to-be agony over and over again, like a morbid record on repeat. He had begun to forget when the first time the parasite took over his body, only remembering the pain it caused him. Adam didn’t know what he did to deserve such a cruel fate, but he supposed curiosity in fact killed the cat.

Adam wanted to tell Jonah he was sorry; sorry for ignoring his concerns, sorry for pushing him to the side, and sorry for acting as if Jonah wasn’t the only true friend he’s ever had. He wished he could find Jonah again, sewing the remains of his head and body back together, just to hug him one more time. He wanted everything to be over, and to be free of this disease he’s been cursed with. He wished he never spoke to the false angel, and that he just kept walking instead of taking a bite out of the rotten apple of knowledge. He wanted to be human again, despite knowing that would never be the case again.

He wanted to die.

As the discomfort slowly turned into pain, all he wanted was to be put to sleep. He wanted someone to jab a needle in his neck, or shoot him in the head; anything to not feel the agony and mental anguish he knew was coming. He wanted to believe that he was still human, and to go back to living in blissful ignorance of the true nature of his being. He wished he felt connections with his friends before it was too late, but more than everything, Adam wished he had died, just like Jonah did. The only coward was Adam. The one who was too afraid to show he cared. Jonah didn’t deserve to die, but Adam did. Perhaps Adam deserved to suffer.

Thatcher’s car radio blared as he drove down the suburban street, basing every turn on his own intuition. He felt as though he was growing near to wherever he was supposed to go, drawn by an inaudible sirens call. Something in him wanted to know where the screaming came from, even though he could no longer hear them. Perhaps it was his own guardian angel, leading him to the answers he wished for. He could only hope.

Thatcher’s subconscious told him to stop outside of one of the abandoned homes, seeing that none of the lights were on except for a single bedroom window. Thatcher sighed heavily through his nose, his hands clutching the steering wheel tight before letting go to grab his pistol and flashlight. He exited his car, noticing the BPS van sitting in the driveway, barely illuminated by the nearby streetlights. He slammed his door shut, pointing his pistol and flashlight in front of him as he approached the home. Hopefully the pit in his stomach would start to fade away.

“I-It’s…only…tonigh…t.” Adam whimpered in between breaths. “O-Only for a-a-a little…while.” He clenched his jaw, growling and groaning loudly through grinding teeth as he felt his ribs shifting inside of his torso, all while shutting his eyes tight. He was splayed out on the bed, drenched in his own sweat, merging with the tears pouring from his eyes. “God…F-F-FUCKING GAH!” He curled in on himself, shifting to the side before falling off of the bed, narrowly missing hitting his head on the nightstand. He sobbed and yelled, pressing his bare back against the cool wooden table, the force of doing so causing the lamp on top of it to shake slightly.

His legs kicked, sliding against the dusty carpet as he uncontrollably shook, convulsing as he felt the parasite pressing against his back, only to hit the wooden nightstand on the other side of Adam’s skin. He hated the parasite more than anything he’s ever experienced before; only rivaled by the Angel that gave it to him and himself for even taking its offer. He felt so cold, yet overheated all at once, with his entire body crying out. He could hear inhuman murmuring and squealing inside of his chest as the parasite continued to scratch the underside of his back skin. He no longer cared if he was heard. He needed to scream.

Thatcher flinched at the front door when he heard the loud, agonized yelling from the other room, his flashlight barely illuminating the living room, which was littered with junk and strewn around items of all kinds. Thatcher’s gaze pointed towards one of the doors as he inched closer, narrowly avoiding tripping over everything around his feet. He heard faint sounds from a radio in the living room, seemingly having been turned on right before he entered. It played a version of Amazing Grace, nearly consumed by the static that drowned out most of the vocals. The music made him sick; too many memories of choked singing and hijacked radio signals.

He trained his gun at the door ahead of him, continuing to hear the gut-wrenching screaming that made him want to puke. Nevertheless, he proceeded towards the door, reaching for the door knob before slowly turning it, realizing it was locked. He thought silently to himself before backing up, taking in a deep breath before kicking the door right beside the door knob.

Adam flinched at the sudden noise, feeling his heart sink as he realized it only meant that there was someone on the other side. Adam wanted to call to them; to yell for them to run, but the only thing that came out was a pained whimper, as pathetic as a dog’s. He could only listen and watch in horror as the door shook with every kick, soon finally opening, slamming against the wall beside it. Soon enough, a figure emerged, and seeing who it was only made Adam feel even worse.

Thatcher stared into the room, his eyes eventually fixating on Adam’s body, seeing his chest heave and hearing his harsh, choked breathing. He slowly lowered his pistol, yet something in him couldn’t let him return it to its holster. Adam’s gaze was haunting, staring at him with pleading, terrified eyes. Adam’s pupils were extremely dilated, nearly completely covering his irises. His hands grasped at the shaggy carpet below, clasping onto it as if he’d fly up into the ceiling if he let go. He looked as if he ran four miles, sprinting away from something that was planning on killing him as soon as it reached him.

Thatcher thought for a moment, remembering the young man’s name before swallowing hard and speaking. “…A…Adam, isn’t it?” Thatcher stated. “What the hell are y—”

“Kill me.”

Thatcher froze when he heard the begging sob before sputtering out a response. “W-What?”

“J-Just fucking kill me, please,” Adam curled up in his body, feeling the parasite growing restless inside of him. “O-Oh God…I just c—” His plea was interrupted by another heart dropping scream, his mouth opening further than most human jaws can go. His eyes darted around, struggling to see Thatcher in the other corner of the room through his tears. He slammed the back of his head against the nightstand repeatedly, Thatcher watching with awe and horror as he watched him thrash around against an unseen force.

“I’m…Listen I-I’m not…going to hurt y—” Thatcher started, being interrupted by Adam once again.

“FUCKING SHOOT ME!” Adam begged in between groans of pain, his voice beginning to distort as if he was speaking through a tape recorder. “SOMEONE FUCKING KILL ME, PLEASE!”

Thatcher was frozen, unsure if it was wise to do as Adam wished or try and get him out of whatever situation he was in. It looked like a case of M.A.D., yet he felt too…in physical pain to only have that condition. Thatcher had no clue what to do, only able to sputter half words he could barely form before Adam suddenly became silent. His harsh breathing caused his chest to move, but he seemed surprised. He looked down at his body, swallowing hard before continuing to breathe heavily.

“…Adam.” Thatcher saw Adam’s head snap towards him as he took a step forward. “…I have some questions for you.”

“Wh-What?!” Adam whimpered, wondering why the parasite abruptly calmed down. “You need to go—”

“Listen.” Thatcher stated. “…I’ve been having…dreams; dreams involving things that I can’t even…begin to describe, and I know that your group knows a lot about the things that hide behind the veil. I need you to answer some questions for me, can you do that?”

Adam remained silent, still visibly panicking before he looked down at his chest. “You…y-you don’t want to be here.” Adam stated, sounding at least mostly calm for the first time all night.

“…Why do you say that?” Thatcher asked.

Adam went to answer, though his words got caught on his throat when he suddenly gagged and coughed up a small puddle of blood onto the carpet. “Oh God, OH GOD, FUCKING—” Adam began to scream once again, though this time his crazed stare was focused on his chest and stomach, his clammy, shaking hands grasping onto it. He let out even more horrified screams, causing Thatcher to back up a few steps.

“NO, NO, PLEASE GOD JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY! SOMEONE—” Adam felt the parasite clawing at his ribs, scratching the skin and muscle underneath his chest and stomach as he screamed as loud as his throat would allow. For the first time however, Thatcher could see what was going on; seeing things wriggling around underneath Adam’s skin. Thatcher’s gun lowered, him slowly backing away as Adam’s thrashing became even more violent, with him hitting his head on the nightstand and slamming his arms against the walls. Thatcher could only watch as something began to dig out of Adam’s chest.

Adam could hear his ribs cracking and shifting as he looked down at his bare chest, screaming as he saw one of the parasite’s fingers poking through his skin. The rest of the blackened hand followed, pushing through the new wound until the entirety of the impossibly long, mangled arm was out in the open. Thatcher’s eyes widened in shock as the arm laid itself on the bed to Adam’s right, seemingly unaffected by Adam’s thrashing and ear-splitting screaming.

Adam watched in horror, seeing the limbs begin to forcefully push out of his body one by one. Thatcher wanted to help, but seeing no way to do so, he backed away a few steps before turning around and running.

“NO, NO, GOD PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME—” Adam begged, outstretching his own arm before one of the parasitic limbs covered his mouth, smearing Adam’s own blood on his face. Thatcher was already out of the room, tripping over the junk on the floor before stumbling towards the front door. He slammed against it, fumbling with the door knob before realizing it was locked.

“Damn it, damn it, FUCK!” He shouted, turning back towards the bedroom with his back pressed against the door. He swung his gun up, hearing the sound of muffled screams and struggling through the wall, all before everything became silent. Thatcher watched in anticipation, wondering what was going to come through that door before he glanced to the side, seeing that there was a chair in the living room, and a window leading outside. He began to plan something in his head, though was distracted when he saw something coming from the bedroom door.

A hand grasped the doorframe, leaving a bloody smear as it slid down the wood. Thatcher watched as “Adam” came through, his limp, paralyzed body hanging from the arms like he was the body of a spider. Four limbs “walked”, being two long, mangled limbs and two more looking, albeit forcefully stretched out, arms that helped stabilize it. Adam’s face was covered by three of the eight hands, covering his mouth and his eyes, at least until the one covering his mouth moved away.

“…Da…vis.” Adam’s voice sounded choked, as if he was being forced to speak against his will. “The…fool.”

“…What do you want from me?” Thatcher questioned, his gun trained on the thing in front of him.

“You…left her…all f…or what?” The prophet continued. “This town…is in…shambles because of you.”

Thatcher felt his heart sink, all before he furrowed his brows and pointed his gun towards Adam’s head. However, before he pulled the trigger he swung it downwards, shooting it towards the main arms holding his body up. Thatcher heard high-pitched, inhuman screeching as he ran for the chair, feeling a sense of déjà vu as he threw it through the window. He vaulted over the broken glass, choosing to ignore his bleeding hands as he ran for his vehicle.

The prophet’s arms pressed against the window sill, uncovering one of Adam’s wide eyes just to see Thatcher driving away. The parasite let out another screech, forcing mandibles out of Adam’s mouth as it wriggled around in a display of anger. Adam could feel it ripping his skin the more it writhed, unable to do anything but cry as it began to crawl out of the window, deciding to find another target if it couldn’t get to Thatcher on time.

Adam hated that Sarah is who came to mind.

#shmorp writes sometimes #mandela catalogue #tmc #Mandela prophet #tw suicide ideation #tw suicide mention #tw blood #blood tw #body horror #Adam's terrible no good very bad day is the other title for this /j #I got inspired and felt like i'd explode if I didn't write something so here! /lh #Mandela prophet au my beloved. is that self centered to say cause I made the au?#Prophet Adam (tmc)

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lil-xiao-200bc · 1 year

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just finished the first season of blue exorcist and i’m so underwhelmed because literally what was that ending .

(spoiler! sort of ? idk it came out in 2011 but i was late to it too ..so tw anyways)

it’s so mary sue? and while yes, having satanic powers is obviously going to override a lot of logic in the show for plot holes (see below) but the show had so much potential especially being released in 2011 to be stepping stone for what anime could be. or at least i had high hopes for the show idk but instead it felt as if blue exorcist was a unique idea that was executed in a very copy paste format and is downright predictable at times. it’s because the concept and characters are so intriguing that the writing is hard to overlook

like why rin was granted mercy and released? why would the vatican release rin if they gauge him as a threat large-scale enough to forcibly arrest and execute him?? why

wouldn’t it be smarter for them to be the ones to be in possession of rin? like it’s very strange that these vatican people are just chill with letting rin free to essentially roam around and cause unnecessary trouble when the predominantly exorcist society see the twins existence as an abomination (not to mention their satan-relation being a secret primarily due to the vatican threat towards them) it’s just weird that there’s no lasting repercussion after a vatican event and yes i said event since there’s been multiple.

it’s especially weird since the vatican is portrayed in the blue exorcist universe as this authoritative branch with legal power strong enough to arrest mephisto, the dude with the elite title as the preceptor over the alluded prestigious cram school. twice at that. AND being confined long enough for yukio to become the new preceptor (why yukio’s allowed to do that? we don’t know!)

AND ITS TRUE that this can be overlooked because mephisto is a powerful demon with unknown intentions and therefore untrustworthy (like yknow him calling satan father and not really having empathy for rin cOUGH he sits in a chair and drinks tea while watching rin fight powerful opponents despite being his new legal guardian ((right? that’s what the whole shift to the cram school was about like he pulled strings just to get rin in and he gave them a separate dorm and ..allowance? and randomly filled in as a cook in their dorm for comedy i guess but shiro entrusted them to him and mephisto really couldn’t care less about them dying which is it’s own whole thing that the show doesn’t dig deeper into))

HOWEVER

it still remains out of character for the vatican to let rin roam free in favor of letting rin continue his studies because rin attending an exorcist school is pointless.

while we’re on the topic, the random “i’m gonna be a paladin” ambition from rin is such a plot hole because it’s what drives him to fight enemies from time to time, yet he’s learning none of the material but comedy? and to follow in shiro’s footsteps i suppose though it’s wack to take yukio’s ambition idk that paladin talk would’ve suited yukio way more and actually made sense

*PSA I ENJOY THE COMEDY I’M NOT BASHING THE SHOW I’M BASHING THE WRITING*

you could also say the vatican allows rin to resume his studies at the cram school because of its prestigious nature, but rin isn’t even a good student. he’s notoriously a bad exorcist. and again, the vatican is portrayed to be hostile towards demons, especially satanic-related demons so the leniency is truly so puzzling. it could’ve been really interesting to have insight on the vaticans perspective to answer those questions of why but they’re basically only used as pawns that serve as an obstacle for rin from time to time and have no lasting impact.

rin becoming an exorcist is only for his best interest, he does not use exorcising practices to eliminate demons like he’s being taught to do in his classes, he has only ever used his satanic power. (which sure, could be overridden for the plot point of rin needing to learn teamwork and gain confidence in his abilities at the cram school parallel to rin’s alluded job troubles and inferiority to yukio’s success at the start)

but it’s questionable if that made rin stronger or helped him grow as a character as post-yukio possession’s rin has no interest in changing his fighting style, as clearly seen in the final scene of EP 25. he’s still disobeying his teachers and butting into demon fights to only use his satanic powers and he experiences no strict punishment for doing so despite the cram school previously acknowledged as prestigious like bon being taken aside and warned that his scholarship could be revoked for picking fights with rin. (ahem mary sue mechanic of either rin being someone not to be messed with or the school having a policy against violence between peers that’s later abandoned anyways as seen with:

The Sheer Lack Of Legality Troubles post-yukio possession????

it was the CLIMAX of the show and there was so many elements not in the twins favor for once: the vatican being (very impulsively might i add) led by a vengeful grandpa, rin and yukio not communicating with each other, arthur auguste angel preoccupying shuru during the RIN SAFRIFICE AND YUKIO POSSESSION (truly the school system let them down mephisto was sipping his tea watching it unfold)

the show leaves out all the details regarding what happened after the twins closed the gate and still had yukio in charge of the school FRESH OUTTA A TRAUMATIC ENCOUNTER WITH THEIR DAD like did mephisto start clapping and pull a “oh btw the vatican let me go so i’ll be taking my position back and disposing of the remaining firearms that store demon blood in them that’s so unethical yukio how could you ever agree to that”

and even though that arthur auguste angel dude gets on my nerves how did he feel about getting his paladin status back? he seems like the type of character to have been deeply upset over the tossing around of THE ELITE OF ELITE exorcist titles that was probably a huge deal in the world of exorcists especially at their school AND IT GOES UNMENTIONED. also i feel like yukio should’ve gotten punished at least a little for assisting in the gate ceremony and all while being the paladin and preceptor like only getting demoted is such a head scratch decision it could’ve ended DISASTROUSLY

another mary sue moment

not to mention the Random?? character growth exhibited from both yukio and rin which, granted, could be written off as the twins operating as “two separate halves of their true power” except the show doesn’t elaborate on that at all post-yukio possession and yet the writing skips ahead to yukio being more acquainted to being the son of satan than rin

AND WHAT ABOUT RINS REACTION TO YUKIO HAVING KNOWN HE WAS INHERITING SATANS POWERS FOR AWHILE??? we were robbed of a brotherly scene right there it also makes zero sense on why that didn’t happen OR yukio telling rin that he looks just like yuri when he ASKED WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE.

and it just upsets me because it’s insulting towards the story’s potential. rin is an iconic character and the show has a good popularity so to have a rushed and exaggerated ending that imo creates several plot holes in favor of tying the story together only to air a second season 6 years later is so ridiculous. as an anime-only fan (though i plan on reading the manga!!) it’s just bad writing. i’m really hoping the anime doesn’t do the manga justice and perhaps were low on funding and couldn’t do a more thorough approach towards the characters and let the story depict their ideology change (namely YUKIO seriously he is such a wildcard)

i’m not upset that yukio has the potential to do what their legendarily strong paladin dad couldn’t and overcame satans possession AND controlled his satanic powers despite being under immense pressure. i think that’s a pretty badass concept much like eren from aot, but this flawless execution from a COWARDLY character who put a lot of work into becoming a strong exorcist shouldn’t master wielding satanic powers during his first time ever having them. it’s character growth that doesn’t add up as he should be feeling betrayed and guilty for allowing their grandpa to manipulate him and cause a world changing threat to occur. not to mention all the innocent students being terrified by the events unfolding

he’s a responsible guy and is much more sensible than rin so it just sounds more like yukio to have volunteered to be punished that dude has already established his sacrificing and selfless tendencies i would’ve been content had the show ended with the twins being on cleaning duty for the school and them bonding (and talking about yuri of course) while scrubbing toilets that would’ve been a much dorkier and comedic ending rather than the choppy ending we got :(

#blue exorcist #rin okumura #yukio okumura #blue exorcist spoilers #sort of #this took me too long #i have so much to say #they deserved better writing

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69420furby · 2 years

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INTRO POST!! :)

Hi! I’m Florence, maggot or whatever you know me as. I am a aromantic transman who uses he/him and it/it’s pronouns. I am closeted for my own safety to my family whom I still live with so if this post or my bio ever disappeared that’s why! Tone tags are appreciated but if you don’t want to use them you don’t have to, I will use them on my post when I feel the need (feel free to ask for tone tags etc!).

My interests!

Vasterror - Homestuck fan-comic (very different from Homestuck itself, kindly, do not compare the two on here unless joking or genuinely curious for my own sanity /lh)

FURBY! - I currently am the proud owner of 11 furbies, my current dream Furby is the tropical Furby :)

Warrior cats - I haven’t been able to keep up with the book series so I don’t know anything about the latest arcs, I LIKE spoilers about the arcs and don’t mind people talking or analysing it :)

Wings of Fire - I have most of the books but haven’t had the time to read the latest 3 ones published, I like spoilers about the books :) so talk to your hearts content

Blue exorcist - WIP of collecting all the manga, I’ve watched the anime multiple times.

Smaller interests: SCP, TMA, HLVRAI, Nuclear waste disposal/ nuclear power, kaiju paradise (roblox game), perler beads, NGE.

Other things? I am a furry! And a minor. I don’t have a very set DNI but here’s what I got so far. Also I have a tendency to use “strong” or “vulgar” language so if this a discomfort i rec blocking me. No hard feelings :)

DNI: Pro-shippers in any capacity, racists, homo/transphobes, aro/ace exclusionists/ anti neo or xeno pronouns/ (this is subject to updates later on but for now this all I can think of)

(If u try and start any argument with me because of things in my DNI I will simply block you I don’t waste my time arguing on the internet about that shit)

Anyway! Feel free to try and talk to me, I am not good at conversations and can be a bit dry but I promise it’s just because I don’t know what to say not that I don’t enjoy talking to you. Fill my ask box with rants about any of my interests (or yours) if you’d like or DM me about it if you really want! I can’t guarantee a quick response but I will try to reply even if I don’t know a lot. I have discord currently but that’s about it.

If we are mutuals at some point! Feel free to ask for CW or TW on certain things and I will try my best to remember and accurately tag.

Tik-tok - @ macabreexude

Insta (don’t use a lot)- @ beadeater9

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bluefire-axolotl · 3 years

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#i dunno why this came to me NOW but whatever #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #shitpost #rin okumura #spoilers #crispy rin #tw: nudity

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xanderscollection · 3 years

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#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #aoex #alex makes memes #shitpost #ane #yukio okumura #rin okumura #spoilers?#tw suicide

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folkorae · 2 months

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I am still thinking about this.

#❧ ⸻ jane speaks .#tw blue exorcist spoilers #shiemi fighting amaimon tho #i really want to see how this will go #also!!! shiemi with long braided hair!!!#can you see the flowers and leaves on her braid?#i love it!!!! 🥹🫶👌

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bluewindfall · 4 years

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As early as he can remember, he has always been afraid of something. Since before he could write his own name, he was afraid of the dark. Around the time he started wearing glasses, he was afraid of demons. As he grows up, grows taller, grows incomplete, he is afraid of disappointing others.

As he steps off a building with over thirty floors, he is afraid of dying. By the time he pushes himself off the ground unscathed, with the deafening throb of his heart pounding in his ears, he is afraid of himself.

Fear isn’t enough though. He tells himself it is power. It is strength. Toudou was right after all. These eyes are not his. These eyes are Satan’s.

It doesn’t take long before he’s afraid of losing control, of himself, of his life, of these precariously arranged relationships where no one knows who he is beyond the guise he cares for them to see.

In the midst of that, Shima’s offer dangles at the corners of his vision, masquerading as a lifeline, made of barbed wire.

Hours turn to days, turn to more days, but things inevitably begin to tilt, slipping, falling, crashing to the ground.

The father he spent his entire life looking up to is someone he barely knew. This organization he has dedicated himself to, this place he thought he could belong, is nothing but a disgusting mirror image of the Illuminati, corrupt and festering from within.

In a single night, he loses hold of that careful version of himself, crafted from the sheer, flimsy material of woven expectations. At that lowest point, he hears deranged, furious laughter.

Why does Satan laugh so much? Why does he have to laugh so loudly?

He hurts Rin, but it's only one of many times that he has done so. If he cannot protect without harming what use is he at all? He hurts Rin to keep him away, but it’s hard to lie to himself. He’s tired of it.

The disbelief etched across Rin’s face is crippling. He has to wonder if his brother knows him at all, if he couldn’t see this coming.

They are different. At this point, they might as well be strangers. Rin’s precious brother is a little boy, with kind hands and modest goals, who still dreams of becoming a doctor. He would never have hurt Rin, yet Yukio has done so without hesitation.

What even is he? It’s a strange thought. Perhaps he doesn’t know himself either.

That lifeline sways in front of him, and this time, he has nothing left to lose.

Soon enough, he learns what this power in his eyes is. They tell him he isn’t fit for demonic possession. He knows better than to believe that. So long as he is useful to them, he is a threat to Rin.

What little time he has to himself, he spends thinking.

Each and every thing he wants has roots. They are pale and thin and gnarled, having never seen the light of day. He wanted to become stronger because he was afraid of losing his brother. He wanted to know about their past because he was afraid of these eyes. He didn’t want help because he was afraid he would burden those closest to him. He couldn't be a burden because he was afraid he would harm others. That, of all things, was not acceptable.

But he can’t seem to be bothered with it anymore. When he asks Lightning’s familiars to destroy the airship, he doesn’t care for the staff onboard. That says something about him, doesn’t it?

He goads Lucifer to kill him, but in the end he is still afraid of death. How else does Satan know when to protect him? It’s one of the fundamentals all exorcists know. Demons are nothing if they cannot sense fear. Satan is no exception.

The minute he stepped foot onto this ship, he has been racing against a clock only he can hear. There is one way he will allow this to end, and it doesn’t matter if he’s afraid.

The question he needs to ask himself is simple. What does he fear more?

He raises the steel rod mere centimeters from his eye, and he tells Satan something he has been afraid of for a long time.

They are similar. Envy is a hideous thing. It’s easy to recognize.

But he falters when Rin appears in front of him.

They have done this over and over, upon countless iterations. If Rin refuses to understand, Yukio won’t back down either. He has finally earned a place for himself. He has friends who would risk their lives for him. How dare he throw that away so thoughtlessly?

Yukio knows what it’s like to lose those things. It hurts. It would hurt Rin more.

He’s not worth it.

Satan laughs. He is always laughing.

Yukio curls his index finger around the trigger and he wonders how his brother can be so stupid.

How many times do I have to harm you before you see me for who I really am?

Satan isn’t laughing at Rin though.

He’s laughing at Yukio.

That’s fine.

He can laugh all he wants.

When this is finished, Yukio will look him in the eyes, and at the very end of everything, he’ll ask what exactly was so funny about any of this.

He’s not afraid anymore.

After all, fear is only a self-preservation instinct.

#Ao no Exorcist #Blue Exorcist #Yukio Okumura #Okumura Yukio #character study #maybe?#manga spoilers #was thinking about writing my cover letter today and then this happened #just #lots of thoughts #tumblr told me centimeters was spelled wrong i'm confused #i can never make up my mind on how to spell toudou's name #bluewindfall writes stuff #long post #tw suicide

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tricksterly-conduct · 7 years

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SPOILERS FOR CHP 5 OF NOT IN THAT WAY!!

“He’d risk his life for Rin, he knows the boy would do the same.” - (Not In That Way Chp 5)

Seriously, everyone should go read this fic, it’s beautiful. It’s by TrashQueenOfficial on AO3 and their tumblr is lovely!

@trash-queen-official

#tw blood #blue exorcist #Ao no Exorcist #spoilers #hanahaki #fanfic fanart #my fanart #my art #rin okamura #shima renzou #aoex #fic rec

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m34gs · 3 years

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Fandom ask: Fire Force and Blue Exorcist.

Thank you for the ask, friend! From this post. I am super excited to answer this!

Ok, I tried to keep this as spoiler-free as possible, but even so there is slight spoilers for Fire Force if people have not seen season 2.

Also, tw for discussing an age gap and uncomfortable pairing I highly dislike, which is why the rest of this post will be answered under the cut. Stay safe, friends!

Fire Force:

The first character I first fell in love with: Honestly? It was definitely Shinra. He's got such a sweet and kind soul, he immediately made me adore him.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: I never expected to actually like Hibana, but I totally do now lol. At first I thought she was a stereotypical man-hater meant to be the character that bashes on feminists by portraying them as 'extremists' (I know some are, but really, there's extremists in every group, and I am not getting into that discussion right now). Then it turns out she just has really high standards as to which people she sees as equals and who she trusts, which were exaggerated for the sake of comedy. Also, I really love seeing her dote on Shinra and Iris.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Honestly? I don't really think there's a character that is loved by everyone and hated by me.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I am not sure if everyone hates her, but I'd have to say Inca. Yes, she is incredibly self-centered and she is impulsive and doesn't care about others. But you know, these are not traits we typically get to see portrayed in female characters, and when we do it's almost always about someone who has a tragic back story or is centered around stuff that is rather sexual. So, to see her, a character who's 'backstory' is literally "I enjoy the adrenaline high of not knowing if I'm going to live and I discovered that when I survived a fire", and not having her interests revolve around anything more complex than that is refreshing.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I don't think I have one of these.

The character I would totally smooch: Viktor Licht, or Maki Oze. Nerdy Husband or Strong Wife.

The character I’d want to be like: Konro. I mean, doesn't everyone? He's so amazing.

The character I’d slap: Beaky. (for those who don't know...Dr. Giovanni)

A pairing that I love: Benimaru and Konro!!!!!!!!! I love them so much!! (also, shout out to everyone reading this, check out @kimium 's Fire Force fanfic about this pairing, Smouldering Remains, here )

A pairing that I despise: Oh. There is some that I downright despise. I dislike these pairings because they make me highly uncomfortable. I have, for some reason, on AO3, seen a surprising amount of Obi/Shinra in the tags. I don't read them. I really really dislike the idea of this pairing. For one thing, Shinra is 17. Obi is 31. Illegal. For another, I think their relationship is more that of a father-son interaction. I firmly believe Obi has Dad energy, and that he has informally adopted Shinra.

Blue Exorcist

The first character I first fell in love with: Rin Okumura. How could I not? He is a Precious Bean who tries his best.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Amaimon. Listen, I know he's an ass. He's impulsive and selfish and corrupt. I know he is terrible. But you know, I just can't hate him. He has that playful energy, and I just can't help but think in different circumstances he could be a good friend to have.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I know not everyone loves him, so this is more about a character I just don't enjoy. And that is Yukio.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I'm trying to think if there's a character who gets a lot of hate for no reason that I love, but I don't think there really is. Tbh all these characters are pretty well-rounded.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Yukio.

The character I would totally smooch: Definitely Shura Kirigakure. Have you seen her?

The character I’d want to be like: Yuri Egin (Rin and Yukio's mother). I definitely find her interesting. Her entire personality is very similar to Rin's.

The character I’d slap: Yukio. I get it, I do. He's been traumatized, he doesn't have therapy or a lot of supports. But he doesn't use the ones he does have either and believe me I've been down the road of not trusting others when I should. So I wanna grab him by the shoulders and say "Oh my gawd just talk with Rin you idiot" like I wanna grab my past self by the shoulders and shout about how I should trust people.

A pairing that I love: Bon/Rin! I am actually writing a Bon/Rin Atlantis AU fanfic for Blue Exorcist, called The World I Want to Know. (link to the fic here)

A pairing that I despise: Shiro Fujimoto and Mephisto. Don't know why. I just can't stand it. Shrugs.

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