important points to note:
there are two new images (of malina and wesper)
it begins the way siege and storm does, with alina and mal having fled to novyi zem after faking alina's death
season 2 will cover storylines from siege and storm as well as ruin and rising, but not the plot of six of crows (not the main plot: the ice court heist, so they might still rescue matthias from hellgate by the end of it, the possibility isn't ruled out)
there was a mystery idea proposed that we will not expect (even leigh didn't expect it) which could be above point but the fact that it's said separately makes me think it isn't referring to some of the ruin and rising storyline being added
crows' leader, knife-slinger, and pistol prodigy 💖💖💖 (but jesper has revolvers and kaz has pistols, excuse me?)
"Nikolai Lantsov (Patrick Gibson), a privateer first introduced in Bardugo's Siege and Storm with two distinct sides, the diplomatic Nikolai and his more charismatic Sturmhond persona" WE'RE GETTING STURMHOND EVERYONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
"the Crows arc on the show will always, in some way, feel like an Ocean's 11 heist plot" I GUESS ITS TIME TO WATCH OCEAN'S 11 (which didn't leigh say was also a huge inspiration for the soc books? akjfhkjashfd)
""I love that he is so good with chemicals and with music," Heisserer says. "And he is also so pure." did he just call wylan pure? i'm scared
Expect Nina and Wylan to disrupt the dynamic among the Crows. They "don't understand the unspoken rules" or the "things that the three don't talk about in season 1," Heisserer points out. The newcomers will poke at those touchy subjects a bit and, the showrunner says, "are gonna blow that up" — separate from Wylan's bombs.
alina and the crows will have two separate storylines that made intersect each other at some points, just like in season 1
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Booped you so much I’m gonna need a cigarette soon 😏 (don’t smoke kids - this is a joke!)
IT'S GETTING OUT OF HAND AHHHHH
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Go On & Tear Me Apart
Short ficlet, Bachira Meguru x reader, Blue Lock.
CW unhealthy relationships and bad mental health, etc
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Bachira knows you two are bad for each other. He knows it, Isagi knows it, hell, probably half the world knows it given how thoroughly and devaststingly the press chronicles each and every little detail.
Him drinking too much the night before a game. You, storming out of his apartment building with your hands balled into fists amd hair still wet. The both of you glaring sullenly and trading snippy insults over a reservation neither of you are willing to cancel.
So when he's out at midnight and the world is spinning, it takes him a good minute to remember that the reason he's so dizzy is because you are no longer there. He texted you a rigidly composed breakup hours before and immediatly turned his phone over to Isagi and Chigiri's custody before going out.
It takes him hardly any effort to slip the phone from Isagi's bag and into his own pocket during the taxi ride home, Isagi, after all, is also barely able to stand up straight. He makes it back to his apartment and fumbles with the key, leaning heavily against the doorframe.
He blinks when he opens the door. The floor is covered in his uniform, separated into neat pieces, scattered everywhere.
His muddled mind jumps toward you. His vision blurs and he sees the wisps of his monster rise up again. It takes his breath away for a second.
How many years has it been since he sealed it away? It gives him that familar grin, reaches down, and seems to delight at the systemic and calculated revenge you left. Something moves out of the corner of his eye, the faint trace of another entity. His breath catches. It's you, or at least, a trace of you.
You have a monster too. It told you to do this and it listened. He can imagine you, sitting here, burning with cold rage as he drank himself silly, confident that he would be away long enough for you to plan and execute all this.
You pick up on the fourth ring. "Did you do this to all my clothes?" He asks, picking up half a jersey neatly pulled apart st the seams.
"I put sugar in your gas tank too," you say, sounding only slightly drunk. "Fuck you. I don't care about anything anymore."
Bachira sits down, missing the edge of the cushionless sofa (the pillows are somewhere across the room) and landing on the floor, wedged between the coffee table and an armchair, legs tangled and cramped. "I still love you."
"Fuck off," you spit through the phone. "It's not even been a day and you want me back already?"
"Yes," he says, only half awake. "Your monster is beautiful. We--" It's getting harder to keep his eyes open. "I'm not mad, really. We'll never be lonely again."
Your voice is wary when you ask, "You promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Good," you say. "Next time, I really will make sure you die."
Danger kink, thy name be Bachira Meguru.
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Fun fact: I am terrified of thunderstorms because my brain always associates thunder + lightning + strong winds with tornadoes.
Also fun fact: it is storming here, complete with booming thunder and bright-ass lightning and strong winds that are probably going to knock our power out again.
(As you may have guessed, I am Not A Happy Camper right now. 8'D)
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