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Marc Snuffy was surprised the first time you picked him up.

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You and Marc had been in a relationship for a good while, enough for you to understand how much pride Marc has in his body. The skills he embeds into his soccer play style from his jujitsu background never failed to benefit him on the field.

Of all places, he had met you at the gym. At first he noticed your gym wear and made a comment to you in passing that he liked the color. He hadn’t seen you before that. After that, however, you two started to bump into each other more often.

Glances turned to smiles and smiles turned to you asking for his phone number. Marc was pleased when you texted him the following day and the two of you were able to make plans that fit around his soccer schedule.

You were quirky to Marc. He often would jokingly use you as an elbow rest when the two of you were out, commenting on how much shorter you were compared to him. He enjoyed the moments when you would instigate muscle contents, claiming your biceps were superior to his. He adored the determination in your movements as you two would wrestle around with each other too.

But he wasn’t expecting to be picked up during the latest wrestling session between the two of you. The beginning was a blur, all Marc remembered was that he saw you squat a little further down before rushing him with a pearly smile on your face. From the instant you made contact with his legs and hips, he lost his footing. More correctly, his feet were lifted from the ground.

Your arms crushed his waist tightly, leaving his arms to rest on your own waist to stable himself. Marc blinked, staring at the ground from his position along your shoulder.

“What? Since when could you do this, you goose?” Marc chuckled.

Giggles from below turned into a hearty laugh as you walked a couple paces to set him down on the bed. Following him, you laid along his stomach and chest, resting your head there. As he looked at you, he saw creases under your eyes and the wrinkles along your face. You were beautiful.

“I didn’t know I could do that either. It must be all those gym rat genes flowing in me, that was fun,” You chuckled. “And I win.”

Marc rolled his eyes playfully before turning the two of you over in the bed.

“You can have that one, but I’m winning round two.”

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Mwah 😽

Slowcatsworld: Blue Lock Masterlist

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Master Strikers

Cuddles Headcanons

Kisses Headcanons

Miscellaneous Headcanons

Noel Noa

Cold Hands or Warm Hands

SFW Character Alphabet

Relationship Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

SFW Headcanons

Eyeliner

Spreadsheet

Marc Snuffy

Nightmares

Gym Rat Genes Partner

Lavhino

Tracing His Tattoos

Julian Loki

Older Brother Analysis (Part 1)

Older Brother Analysis (Part 2)

Older Brother Analysis & Headcanons (Part 3)

Kunigami Rensuke

Family Relationship Rant

Oliver Aiku

Droopy Eyelid

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All of Slowcat’s Biscuits are ready and here for you to read! Mwah 😽

Marc Snuffy and His Nightmares

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His sight was blurry, like a painting that had been smeared over. Of all the colors blending together, Marc could oh so clearly make out his face.

That sullen, lifeless face. The light that once shone with promise of regality and conquest was replaced with a dull, muddy brown that only encapsulated the horrors of peasantry and failure. The dirty, overgrown locks that covered his forehead instead of that proud, Mohawk-esque hairstyle he would adorn with his full chest. That god awful beard that tainted his once golden skin, matted together with bile that had poured from his mouth. The tear streaks he could barely make out had dried so delicately along his cheeks.

Oh, Mick. How Marc had let you down.

Snuffy’s eyes opened instantly. The hazy blurs of dream began to fade and the harsh lines of reality became more and more apparent with every blink he took.

There was no more Mick. Mick wasn’t next to him, in this bed of love and security that he had nested in so cautiously for months and months. You were, with your hair unkempt and your drool that had seeped from your lips onto your pillow. How similar the two of you look right now, Marc noted with slight horror.

Before he could think much more, his hand was already pressing against your cheek; cradling the side of your face. He cradled Mick just like this too that day. His thumb whisked over your lips as he gathered some of the drool there. He didn’t like it, didn’t like this feeling scalding over his body and mind with such heat. And yet, even though his best friend may live in his head, Marc knows he is gone and you are not.

You are alive, even when you look so dead. Dead to the world, dead to him. The only thing he can be certain of right now is the warmth of your skin and the current of air circulation from your breaths. He can’t trust his thoughts. But he can trust your pulse.

Inhaling with a shake, Marc squints to focus on you more clearly in the dark of the night. Your skin was carefully drawn and colored by Michelangelo himself, with streaks of moonlight giving your skin an ethereal glow. Your hair, though unkempt, foiled and laid to rest around you perfectly. A composition directed by Mozart. You were royal. You are royal.

You are..awake.

Marc stared into your eyes. You stared back, sleep dulling the inquisitive look you were giving him.

“What are you doing?” You mumble, closing your eyes.

He blinks, “How long have you been awake?”

You ignore his question, “I can feel your hand shaking. Do you want to talk about it?”

Your hand comes up and slides in tune with his own. He watches as you press a soft, chaste kiss to his palm. Marc reaches his other hand under you and pulls you towards him. He settles in the crook of your neck, trying to find the peace that sleep did not offer him. You entangle further with him, using your free hand to pet his hair. Moments pass with the two of you just like this.

“I just woke up. Felt you.” You whisper, hoping to draw out a respond from him. He sighs.

“Go back to sleep. I feel you too.”

You line the top of his head with slow kisses. He didn’t want to talk about it.

You knew what happened with Mick Moon. You know how much it haunts Marc. You know that you can’t help him when he tries to shut you out like this. For a guy that’s generally so easy going, he can become real uptight when he feels the need. This need is one you don’t particularly like.

“I love you,” You try. “I love you Marc.”

His breath hitches. That got him, Wetness begins to coat the junction between your neck and shoulder. His body is starting to heave with every muffled sob he lets out. You let him, holding him closely to you as he releases all of that burden he’s been caring.

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You don’t know how much has passed. You press a kiss to Marc’s hair again. Your eyelids refuse to open, sleep caging you. Despite that, rest will not find you, not yet. Marc stopped crying a good bit ago, but you speculate the two of you are both still awake. You press another kiss to his head.

“I love you.” You barely hear it. It’s small and weak, probably just like how he feels right now. But it’s raw. Thats one thing Marc always does, and continues to do: love with raw passion. He loved Mick, loves Mick. He has loved you and will still love you well into tomorrow. Just like Mick.

You smile. The waves of dream take over the two of you, that solace of the embrace you two fall asleep in being one of protection and intimacy.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

9.8.24

Blue Lock Master Striker Cuddling Blurbs

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Noel Noa spooning you from behind, one of his hands on your stomach and his other arm is stretched out for your head to use as a pillow. His face is resting on the meeting point of your shoulder and your neck, his breath ever so slightly warming the skin there. The blanket is cocooned over the two of you, creating a pocket of warmth.

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Lavinho lays on your front as the two of you nap. His left hand is underneath your bum, holding you firmly to him. His right hand is intertwined with your left hand. His face is unseen as he is face first in your chest, your clothing hardly allowing for him to feel the warmth of your body- but he doesn’t mind. Your legs are loosely wrapped the back of his thighs, a comfortable stretch for you and a safe embrace for him.

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Marc Snuffy laying flat on his back on the bed. You in the space between his arm and body, so warm and secure. His arm wrapped around your body was petting you, running along your side until he fell asleep. Now it’s still in the dip of your waist, a weighted presence that further lulls you into the land of dreams. Your head is smushed against his chest, his firm pec providing the stability you need. His other hand was holding a magazine, the latest edition of a European football team that frequents the brand, now sprawled on the bed long forgotten.

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Julian Loki sitting on the couch. You silently sleeping between his legs. The foot rest giving the two of you much preferred leg space for occasional stretches before getting back to sleeping together. His arms hugging you close to his own body. The blanket covering your back takes ever so slightly on Loki too. The perfect leisure temperature.

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Chris Prince hugging your waist. Your still fingers in his hair, tangled in his blonde strands from playing with it. His face was pressing into your stomach, your womb proving to be the best sort of pillow for Chris- especially when he’s feeling needy. The blanket is haphazardly strung along his body, his bare muscles contrasting with the thick material every deep breath he takes

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

I can’t decide if Noel Noa would have cold hands or warm hands.

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I wanna lean towards cold but imagine his hands were always warm, even from childhood. All those nights spent without the proper protection from the elements, his best source of warmth sometimes became his own two palms.

Pressing them against his face and his neck, trying to focus on their warmth and not the cold biting at his feet. He would cover his ears for long periods of time until they felt warm enough for him. Imagine if this became a comfort gesture to him- you could spot him warming up on the field with one of his hands rubbing and resting on his neck. What if he does it so often that it becomes normal for his teammates to see but they don’t question it.

•but if they were cold?

You would always rub his hands together, bathing them in the warmth that your palms provided. Its late spring, the weather so far has been the warmest it has this year. Still, his hands remain he same. Cold as ever. You press kisses to them while taking note of the cracks along his knuckles. He hasn’t moisturized yet today.

Normally Noel is devoted to taking care of his body. If he let himself succumb to the trap that is ‘rotting’ he would never be able to perform as perfect as he needs to.

You like to intertwine your hand in his and shove it into your coat pocket. He might gaze at you with a slight questionable expression, but he generally doesn’t try to fight you on it. It’s warm with you.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

Lavinho would feel giddy when you trace his arm tattoos.

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His cheeks hurt a tad from smiling. His body is aflame with your soft touches, each graze of your nails leaving fire in their wake. His eyes haven’t left your face for what feels like hours. He giggles, biting his lower lip in an attempt to ease the happiness he feels.

You were sitting on top of Lavinho with your legs straddling his waist. He was lying down, soaking into your mattress below like a kitten with his belly full. Your hands roam his bare arms and chest, giving you as much pleasure as your man is currently experiencing. Lavinho loves your touches, and turns into the luckiest man when he feels you skin to skin with him.

“What are you looking at?” You tease, noticing his stare when you take a glance at his face.

Lavinho giggles again, “An angel.” What a romantic talker he is, being able to bring heat to your cheeks with but a couple words. “You know baby, I’m thinking of getting one of you.”

You pause your tracing of the words on his right pec. “A tattoo?” Disbelief laced your tone as your nails dug a little deeper into his skin. A small, short lived sigh is all you receive, as well as that dorky smile that is still plastered onto Lavinho’s face.

“Duh.” You dig your nails deeper.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Your hand gets picked up by a larger one and you feel Lavinho interlocking his fingers with your own. “What, you don’t believe me? I wanna show off my love for you, my one and only woman.” Kisses lather the back of your palm as he noses at your ring finger. Those lilac eyes have never looked so promising, you decide while watching them bore into your being.

“It would be pretty sexy to have a part of me on you. I could trace it whenever..” Your voice trails off as Lavinho licks the back of your palm. A chuckle begins to rumble from his chest and his smile is back.

“Cmon you could do lots more than just touch it.” His voice was a sultry honey. Honey that could taste so sweet, like fluffy dreams dancing along your tongue. Honey that assured you of yourself, of your yearning, making dip your finger back in the jar for another taste.

You leaned in closer to him, arching to rest your stomach on his own. “Yeah? Like what?” Lavinho’s toothy smile shone even brighter, “Hmm, whatever you want.” His free hand came to your waist and started rubbing your back up and down slowly.

Looking away from his eyes, you glanced at his lips. That was all it took for Lavinho to slowly press your head down closer to his until his lips could reach yours. You could still feel his smile. The lazy drag of his tongue over your lips made you look into his eyes.

“You could kiss it, I like your kisses.” You smile against his lips. His whispered confession was enough for you to close your eyes and part your lips to find his again. His hand squeezed your own. The two of you will talk about his next tattoo a little more seriously afterwards. If you still have enough energy by the time the two of you are done, that is.

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Mwah 😽

Noel Noa would let his spouse do his eyeliner for him sometimes

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(It’s so canon that he wears eyeliner, I don’t care none of that ‘oh it’s natural’ bs my man is a cat-eye winged baddie)

I doubt he wore it when he was in the slums of France. He probably started using eyeliner regularly when he got recruited to a smaller team, his first real opportunity to change his life. Maybe he wears it because he likes the feeling of empowerment and belonging the dramatic flare the eyeliner brings to him. Maybe he wears it as a safety precaution, something to hide the flaws only he sees, and doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe he wanted to be remembered, to stand out. Not to be identified as the poor, improper, uneducated boy with potential, to be a beast of a football player that stands next to no one. A man that was worth more than the dirty slums. If they wouldn’t remember his name or his abilities, they would remember the cold, (desperate) hungry gleam in his amber eyes encased in a cut of harsh black liner.

Whatever the case, the eyeliner has stuck with him for years. Even you, his spouse that shares a home with him, hardly see Noel without it. Due to his profession, his training and competition often ensured that Noel would rise out of bed before you and sink back into bed after you. You don’t mind though, treasuring your time with Noel comes in small but rewarding moments.

Like this morning.

Noel was to be at the airport in a few hours to fly to Japan from Germany with his team, Bastard Munchen. Apparently their presence is required for the next phase of the ‘Blue Lock’ program. You heard of it, having one foot in the football world at all times because of Noel; however no one in the world would have expected the upset that was the U-20 game held in Japan a couple weeks ago.

You weren’t too fond of the idea of Noel staying at the Blue Lock facility for the foreseeable future, and you could tell by his attitude neither was he. This ‘Neo Egoist League’ he mentioned sounded like one big round robin experiment to find players for the U-20 World Cup. Something only weeks away. The whole thing was like a dream, you just couldn’t tell if it would be a good one or a bad one. Seems as though the whole world will have to figure out together as very few are privy to know what is happening inside Blue Lock as of now.

Despite his protests in favor of you sleeping in, you decided to accompany and see Noel off.

“Noel, I’m not able to come with you. This will be the last morning I get to spend with you for weeks.” You stress to the figure washing his face in your shared bathroom.

“You still have to go to work later today, you need to sleep. No one wants to deal with an employer that can’t keep their eyes open for five minutes.” Noel calls.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman who can handle a little sleepiness,” You groan and stride to the bathroom. “You’re one to talk on the matter in fact, I can see your eye bags from here.”

The two of you lock eyes and enter a silent competition. Noel refuses to admit his sleep has been plagued with thoughts about the Blue Lock situation and wishes for you to return to bed. You are unrelenting in your efforts of spending this time with him and do not want to lay in a bed getting colder by the minute.

Noel sighs. Victory. You 1, Noel 0.

“Perhaps then you should do my eyeliner today, to lessen the appearance of my eye bags to your satisfactory.” He mumbles and holds his hand out with the marker in tow. An olive branch. A gleaming smile breaks upon your face.

There was something very private, very intimate for Noel when he allowed for you to do his eyeliner. Him leaning against the counter facing you, you between his legs holding his face. It was about trust. It was about vulnerability. Even if Noel wouldn’t admit it to you, he was giving you access to that little boy covered in dirt and bruises all those years ago. You knew it too, the way his face would lean into the skin of your palm as you held him steady. The way his shoulders would relax and his posture would slack. The way his eyes would close and twitch ever so slightly when they felt the ink from the marker. You knew you were holding the boy right now, not the man.

You’ve seen the boy a good handful of times. In the crux of the night when Noel would hold your body closer to him. In the evening husk when you would massage his body and play with his thick tufts of white hair. In the middle of the day; when you could hear the smile in his voice even if it wasn’t present in his face as he called you on your lunch break. And in the morning, when you did his eyeliner.

And you were oh so fragile with him. He appreciated it greatly, the warm feeling that flowed through his veins. It complimented the confidence the eyeliner gave him perfectly.

Once you finished you pressed a chaste kiss to his nose, then one on his lips. He sighed slightly at the feeling of your lips touching. The momentary solace building his energy that the night had sapped away from him instead of rejuvenating home with. You rubbed your thumbs through his wispy white eyebrow hairs and waited. Noel slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the small smile adorning your face.

His eye bags were still present, he still carried that essence of tiredness. But there was more life in his eyes. They glowed brighter, more whimsical than before. It was the perfect blend of boy and man.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The man said. For everything. The boy thought.

He couldn’t verbalize it, not now. His emotions would over take him, and he can’t afford that at this moment. Not when he’s about to part from you for so long. He had to be the man.

You understood though, you always do.

“Always, my love.”

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I HOPE WHOEVER READS THIS EATS THIS UP BC I PUT MY WHOLE SOUL INTO COOKING THIS

Mwah 😽

8.02.24

Wondering what Rensuke Kunigami’s relationship with his sisters and family look like right now post wild card. Blue lock manga spoilers btw

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We see a jarring change in Kunigami’s mindset and personality once he comes back from the wild card to enter the final selection, or the Neo Egoist League.

Kunigami went from a compassionate, responsible, and respectful guy that held sportsmanship and the act of doing the right thing close to heart to someone who has cussed out/looked down upon most everyone, doesn’t make an effort to maintain relationships within blue lock and actively tries to sever them.

Kunigami hasn’t been shown to smile since his return. He has ghastly dark eye bags that plague his face with a sad, sullen expression. His hair has grown out from his neat undercut to a wild, thick tuft of orange hair.

I wonder what happened when he went home during the 2 week break given to blue lock after the U-20 match.

Did his parents try to talk to him and get him to open up about what he experienced and why he looks like such a changed man; especially in the wild card experiment that they didn’t know about? I doubt he would tell them, at least not in detail. Maybe just a little bit of, “I became ambidextrous in order to move on in Blue Lock. I’m fine, I just needed to make myself better.” To try and ease their worries without actually addressing the root issue.

Does he still treat his sisters the same? Do they still have the privilege of the Kunigami that always smiled and gave them a secure bear hug, the Kunigami that listened intently on their words when they tell him about their day, the Kunigami that always blushed and looked away when their small squabbles turned into ruthless one way teasing? Or do they get the Kunigami that stares at them with too many emotions swirling in his eyes and not enough passion in his face that they can’t read what he’s thinking, the Kunigami that barely acknowledges their presence when they pass, the Kunigami that snaps at them when they get too close or talk too much about Blue Lock?

His family doesn’t understand it. Where did their sweet Rensuke go? Who is this machine that is living in his skin? They want Rensuke back, the real Rensuke. The one they have faith is still there, even though he doesn’t seem to be.

Kunigami hates this the most though. He doesn’t want to push away his family, his dear little sister that would always cling to his bicep and gush about how he would always be her hero. This isn’t what a hero is supposed to do. Heroes act better than this. Heroes wouldn’t have lost to someone who opposes their ideals in the first place. He isn’t a real hero. He is a broken hero, the hero that everyone rooted for but still couldn’t defeat the villain when it really mattered.

But how is he supposed to fix this? He’s the one that ruined it. How is Kunigami supposed to tear down the walls he was forced to build and separate football from family like this? With all the emotions and thoughts he has suppressed, you would think he knows how. He doesn’t know how, and Kunigami’s scared to find out.

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7.30.24

Just a little Kunigami angst, I am begging kaneshiro (the writer of blue lock) to give me more about his family and how they’ve reacted to post wild card Kunigami.

He’s too precious I need to hold him and hug him and stroke his hair and tell him he’s okay :(

Oliver Aiku has a droopy eyelid.

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This is just a headcanon, but it makes so much sense for me. I’ll attach a pic at the end, but he pulls that face one too many times so I’m calling it.

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It’s always his left green eye too. Whenever he relaxes his face or is preoccupied with something, that eyelid of his gradually begins to lower into being half open. (Sometimes it makes me feel as though he got one identical eye from both parents, shape and color included.)

Oliver wasn’t aware of his droopy eye as it wasn’t entirely noticeable until his former junior high coach brought it to his attention.

“Now son, I don’t think it’s affecting your performance on the field. You’re still our best defender and have an innate talent for dropping advances from your opponents,” His coach started off, “I just think it might be best to let your parents know in case this will become something of a problem later on.”

Pfft, it’s not like he was infected with a disease. Oliver did ask his mother about it, and she claimed she had always known about his little droopy eye tendencies. However, it never caused harm so what was the reason to point it out? Oliver then brought it up to his friends the next time he saw them. They looked at his face and all shared a moment of silence.

“Oh, your eyes are opening at different heights. Adds to your aura I guess.” On of them said simply. And that was that.

You, his current fling (though he told you yall were serious, don’t believe this hoe of a man) a few years later, however, find his eyes captivating. Always one to compliment on their different colors, Oliver noticed how much you adored his droopy eye too.

It did lead to some cute moments though.

Like that one time he was watching a play back of his latest soccer game on his phone when you came waltzing through the door to his room. Oliver mumbled out a small, “hey, baby.” In acknowledgement. His eyes never left the screen. You sat down in front of him and took in his features, noting his eyes.

“Your eyes make it seem as though you’re tired, but the rest of your face looks as intense as ever.” You chuckle. Oliver snapped up to look at you, confusion doting his features. Ah, the eye, he assumed.

A slanted smirk that matched his scraggly beard made itself known before he spoke, “You make it seem as though you’re not my favorite thing to look at.” You roll your eyes before advancing upon his lap to give him a soft kiss.

Your favorite memory of his face though, and the primary reason why you like his eyes so much, is because it adds so much character to his face at the wrong time.

It was a semi-formal ceremony for Japan’s U-20 team before the start of the season. Oliver stood a little ways away from you, his personal invite, calmly surveying the team. Before you could make your way over to be by his side once more, a commotion broke out on the other side of the room.

Sendou voice could be heard along with the shriek of a lady. Squinting, you could see a young woman-probably some upstarting model-wearing a gorgeous grey dress with a splash of purple running from her chest to her lower abdomen. Sendou was cowering beside her, with one hand in his hair and the other holding an empty cup.

Oh. Just as the realization of what had occurred hit you, the damsel strutted through the exit with great fervor . Sendou stood frozen as though he was bit by a poisonous snake. You grimaced at the sight. You turn to your right, and a pair of blue and green eyes meet your gaze. You take a moment, then start chuckling. A chuckle turns into a laugh, and you have to hide your mouth behind your hands while Oliver makes his way over to you.

“Might I ask what’s so funny lil miss? Poor Sendou over there just ruined the mood, that chick’s dress, and his shot at getting laid tonight.” Oliver inquired with faux malice lining his voice, a playful grinning coming on.

“Your face.” You huff out. He blinks at you. Huh? He looks the same as when you first turned to him. A look of confusion and boyish charm is all that stands before you. Totally did not match the vibe, well at least before Sendou ruined it.

Seriously who wouldn’t find this cute face a little silly

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7.29.24

My unloyal hubby smh

Julian Loki acts like an older sibling. PART 3

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Last part where it all makes sense I swear. Headcanons at the end!!

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Maturity, responsibility, politeness, adaptability, flexibility, patience, restraint, and confidence.

Julian has exhibited these characteristics each time we see him in the manga. All of this makes me believe that he’s an older sibling. It makes so much sense, from the way he handle’s Charles’ interesting personality to how he experimented to create two distinct PXGs with Shidou’s play style and Rin’s play style.

(Now onto the actual headcanon and not analysis part hehehehehe)

I think due to his calm personality I see him having a younger sister. However, he’s still a competitive teenager that I could see totally dominating his little brother in a video game or a friendly match of soccer. (Not that he couldn’t do this with a sister)

Older brother! Loki is someone his little siblings turn to whenever they have a bad day. They know that he’ll listen quietly to their words and assess the situation accordingly. He knows how to cheer them up; whether that be with a sweet that he’ll buy them without telling their mother, talking them through their feelings so they feel more at peace with themselves, or offering an assuring shoulder squeeze to let them know their older brother is here for them.

Older brother! Loki is someone who travels a lot because of soccer. Sure, he rather enjoyed the different quality of independence he got being away from home, but he grows to miss it when the nights drag on a little too long and the air is a little bit more crisp than it ever has been. His little sibling would miss him too, pushing their head into their mama’s stomach and mumbling a small, “I miss Julian.” Their mother can only stroke their head while they wait for the elder boy to finish practice so that the three of them can reunite on call.

Older brother! Loki who is actually very good at cooking. He doesn’t do it as often now, when he’s away from home he tends to buy French foods in foreign countries rather than make it himself. Besides, with all the money he has been able to make for him and his family, he doubts that they would ever have to cook with their own hands again. Not that his parents would ever agree to the thought of a personal chef or maid, the couple probably every bit as humble and kind as their son. He would often cook breakfast for his little sibling before walking the two of them to school.

Older brother! Loki that would play soccer with his little sibling when he found the time. Even though it wasn’t that intense, at least to him, the shrieks of laughter and face splitting grin that adored his little sibling were far more precious than some extra practice. After all, it is healthy to know when to take it easy and have some fun.

Older brother! Loki that tries his best to teach his little sibling about the importance of patience. Of course, little kids generally don’t have much of that, which is why Loki isn’t surprised to feel the tug of his sleeve when his little sibling decides they want to play with their big brother instead of letting him study for his upcoming exam. Loki can’t bring himself to be that annoyed though, looking into the same brown eyes as his own, he feels a strong sense of love flourishing from those stubborn and impatient pools of brown.

Older brother! Loki that helps his mother out with chores when he finishes practice and she finishes work. It gives the two of them time to rekindle and catch up on life.

Older brother! Loki that was always so happy to spend the holidays goofing off with his sibling. The sweet days off of school and soccer practice were made to be spent with his mini me beside him.

Older brother! Loki that was filled with shock when he saw his little sibling wearing a smaller version of his France national team jersey. His heart fluttered and soared out of his chest as a chuckle escaped from his smile. It suited them, of course it did. Because it was his little sibling. The bond between them was ever so strong, even if he would be on the field and his smaller version of himself would be either in the stands or watching through the television screen at home.

Julian Loki acts like an older sibling. PART 2

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Small disclaimer: as far as I’m aware his family hasn’t been mentioned in the manga nor the egoist bible, so bear with me.

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Julian Loki & Charles Chevalier’s dynamic: patience

Julian Loki is so incredibly patient with Charles that it’s almost endearing with how Loki responds to Charle’s contrarian attitude. Julian repeatedly tries to redirect Charles to get the kid to focus on taking his ‘homework’ and football seriously. And while this is inevitably for Loki’s own future benefit, he gentle parents Charles so well. This is seen when he counteracts Charles’ contrarian system to trick him into listening to him (I’ll put an image of the panel.) Julian doesn’t raise his voice, resort to violent or degrading words, or physically harm Charles-except for kicking a soccer ball at his shoulder/head lol unlike some characters (I’m looking at you Michael.) During the current PXG vs BM match when Charles asks to be subbed out because he has no interest in playing any longer in chap. 259, Julian is still speaking calmly and controlling himself even though this has shown to anger him.

Julian Loki’s coaching mannerisms: politeness

This one panel in Chapter 246 really stood out to me so I wanted to include it.

After the PXG vs Barca match, Julian and the French team have a post game meeting in the locker room. Loki debriefed the team (starting by praising the whole team with quote, “good job today, everyone.”) and gave them personalized ‘homework’ or critiques to help them improve as an individual player. This was normal, I thought. What stood out to me was how polite and formal his speech was. There were no single digs or transgressions at all. There was no harshness or abrasiveness at all either. Everything was rather soft spoken, with ‘please’s and suggestions. I thought that was rather refreshing, to see he’s a teenage boy with manners. He’s always had manners though, since when he and Isagi met for the first time, Isagi was able to pick up on his politeness (as discussed in Part 1.) It makes me feel as though he was raised right with a good set of parents, he’s probably a mama’s boy.

I also think that it’s worth mentioning how much I doubt that he will use the star system to enter the PXG vs BM match. I doubt he’s entered like all the other masters except for Noa in the previous PXG matches, and since he has already declared minimal interest in the league itself there is no way he would join the match. He doesn’t gain anything by doing this, and it also shows his restraint. His mindset his precisely why he doesn’t stand to gain anything if he were to join the match. Unlike Chris Prince, he doesn’t want to stand out and upstage the other players. Unlike Marc Snuffy, he doesn’t want to enforce his control and strategies over his players by joining their ranks. So cool to think about in my opinion. He’s more calm and collected, like Noel Noa. Noel wouldn’t gain anything by joining the match either. The only reason he joined the previous matches was to stop the other master strikers and limit their influence on the field’s plays and players.

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OKAY! Next part I’ll actually talk about him being an older sibling bc I haven’t said squat about that yet in two posts of analysis ranting lol

Julian Loki acts like an older sibling. PART 1

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Small disclaimer, as far as I’m aware his family hasn’t been mentioned in canon in the manga or the egoist bible; therefore I’m basing this off of his interactions with other characters in the manga. Also bear with me, I wrote a lot of words.

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Julian Loki’s introduction: good sportsmanship

Julian Loki already acts differently than the other World 5 players in their introduction in chapter 90, both physically and personality wise. Julian is the only player that is not an adult since he’s 17, and the only one that practiced good sportsmanship throughout the whole ‘World 5 game.’

This is seen when he tells Leonardo Luna to not disrespect Japanese soccer to the Blue Lock team (when Luna states, “Gambling your lives on a wish that will never come true..Japanese people really are the world’s top masochists!” and with his handshake/conversation with Isagi before the match started.

Despite being the youngest on his team, Julian shows the most maturity and respect towards his opponents (which is something taught to young players of every sport for them to carry this sportsmanship into the rest of their career) even though some of his teammates are a whole decade older than him and have been in the world of soccer longer.

(I love Isagi’s little profiles he makes of different characters, and how he notices Loki’s polite manners and confidence but I’ll get back to that later maybe hehe)

Julian Loki- Master Striker in the NEL: Maturity & Adaptability/Flexibility

Julian Loki was announced as the Master Striker for France’s team PXG in the Neo Egoist League, which is insane when you take into account he’s coaching players around the same age as him. (Love me a mature boy) In chapter 244/246 I think the reader is able to understand a lot about Julian’s flexibility as a coach even though it wasn’t that much explicitly stated.

PXG is beginning a match with Barca, and they start with Rin as their main attacker with Shidou off the field. Later we see Rin get swapped for Shidou, so the both of them get their turns as the star and to score goals. This makes the most sense since we, as a reader, know that Rin and Shidou so far have had no chemistry at all and the two of them do not work well together at all.

However, Julian didn’t know that prior to them joining PXG. He had to figure out a solution to this in order for PXG to perform well on the field during matches. The games are set in a round robin format with two games every 10 days (if I’m not mistaken) and PXG has played either 3 or 4 times. Plus, these aren’t 90 minute games, they’re just to 3 points. These games are relatively short, probably less than 30 minutes long (idk, I quit soccer a long time ago.) This means aside from scrimmages and training practice, Julian had a rather small amount of time to develop a play style that would suit both of these very different strikers that refuse to work together.

Julian Loki found something that worked too. Whether he experimented by placing one of the two (Shidou/Rin) in for the whole game or talked with them both about what to do, Julian made a strategy that everyone benefited from. (GUYS! Ik he stated in chap. 246 that he experimented with their play styles to create two factions on the PXG line up, but pick up what I’m putting down yk?? Adversity!)

This shows how adaptive Loki is able to be in unfavorable circumstances and create opportunities from it. Julian has been trying to create an environment that encourages Charles to grow as a player. Because of Julian’s thought process of using both Rin and Shidou at different times to help Charles, we’ve witnessed how adaptable he can be.

Noel Noa is the type of man to have a spreadsheet dedicated to you.

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There would be things listed such as your favorite foods, colors, flowers, animals, and clothing brands. Your dislikes get their own column too; with a ranking out of 10 how much you don’t like a certain thing. For specific things there are even little reasoning statements as to why you feel that way about something. There are future date itineraries that are roughly filled in, but that’s for another time as he hasn’t quite yet brought up to you about going on a date again.

So when you mention something small and trivial about yourself; Noel would glance at you and quietly hum something like, “you’ve told me how much you don’t like Chris Prince before, ever since he was featured on a television screen we were at the airport for (blah blah blah idk).” And you respond with an, “oh,” since you don’t remember ever having that conversation with him.

He’d try to make sure you never found this out though, wanting to keep it as his own homage to his partner.

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Ugh he’s so cute in his own loser way I just need to bite him

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