#red string theory lowkey

[timefall-if]

Hi I just realized this is my first ask EVER but please please I need R crumbs(M is my obsession but R is a close 2nd) So like pre-FWB (maybe this causes the agreement to happen) but R smuggles in something for MC’s job and deals with a snarky MC who for some reason won’t just say thank you, but also can’t pay them the amount that R wants (I put so much thought into this buckle up)

If medic - obviously medical supplies

If street artist - spray paint (or mask to keep fumes away)

- if inventor - a part really needed for an invention

- if singer - TEA OR COUGH DROPS omg the voice is a fragile instrument

- if fighter - drugs. No im kidding, material to wrap their hands or like a muscle relaxing herb or smth (can you tell I struggled with this one)

You single-handedly along with the thousands of arcane edits I’ve seen have convinced me to sit down and finally watch the show (after my finals are done you will see more of me). The prologue is amazing and I’m in love already never lose your passion you’re great! ❤️

hi, thanks for the ask ^^ i'm so glad you asked about R! and wow, it's like you looked through my notes for them haha,,

remember this M x medic!MC scenario i wrote recently? somewhere in there, M asks MC how they got all the stuff to tend to their wounds so quickly, and MC said that "Marek knows someone".

that someone is, of course, R heh. MC hasn't met R yet but Marek works with R a lot to get things he needs for M and MC. like you said, for medic!MC for example, R gets Marek medical supplies, Marek pays, then he gives them to MC. though Marek is quite fond of R, he doesn't really want them to meddle with MC, just because R does some pretty dangerous and reckless stuff sometimes to get what they need, and Marek doesn't want MC to get roped into things like that. so he's tried his best over the years to make sure they don't meet!

(also pls tell me what you think of Arcane once you watch it, and thank you so much for the sweet words!💗)

[piastriprincess]

was your soul rediscovered (was your heart rearranged?) ⸻ lando norris x reader .

featuring  lando  norris ,  soulmate  au ,  friends  to  lovers word  count 2.6k author’s  note  thank  you  thank  you  THANK  YOU  for  all  the  love  on  my  oscar  fic ,  this  is  another  one  i’ve  been  workshopping  for  a  bit - lowkey inspired by @binisainz , i love the way she writes lando sm  .  i  promise  yall i  don’t  only  write  friends  to  lovers  !!  anyway  hope  you  all  like  it ,  inbox  is  open  for  requests  or  if  you  wanna  talk  to  me  !!  title  from  maine  by  noah  kahan  .

“Mate, what are you watching?” your best friend says as he steps out of his room. 

You were sprawled on his expensive couch, but you practically bolt up when you hear his voice. “Nothing,” you respond, voice shaky and high-pitched as you try to pause the video, but you’re no match for Lando’s reflexes, honed over years of pushing his body to the limit. He snatches the phone out of your hand — the little gremlin — and starts giggling almost immediately. “Soulmate Theory: Understanding the Red String of Fate?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, cheeks burning as you try to grab your phone from him. Lando’s anticipating that move, though, and he steps just out of your reach, grinning at you with that annoying smile he’s perfected over your years-long friendship. “Lan, give it back.”

You can hear the narrator’s voice, tinny through your phone speakers as the video keeps playing: “The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.” You can’t stand the stupid smile on Lando’s face for a second longer, so you jump on Lando’s back. His giggle drowns out the rest of the narration as you finally manage to wrestle the phone out of his hands, stabbing the pause button like you have a personal vendetta against it. 

“Not another word about it,” you warn him, smoothing your dress. He actually manages to keep his mouth shut for about five minutes.

“I can’t believe you buy into that stuff,” Lando scoffs, rolling his shoulders in that cocky way of his as you both exit his apartment building. He pulls open the passenger door, and you slide into his car as he walks around to the driver’s side. “It’s such rubbish.”

You sigh. “I can’t believe you don’t. I mean, look at all the people who found their soulmates. Look at Oscar and Lily! How can you hear all those stories and still believe there’s no such thing?”

“We can’t see it,” Lando shrugs as he hands you the aux cord without even looking. “The red string is supposed to show up if we fall in love with our soulmates, but who could prove it? I could say Tate McRae was my soulmate and no one would be able to tell I was wrong, even her. Unless she fell in love with me and didn’t see it.”

“Please,” you respond tartly, pausing before the punchline. “As if you could ever pull Tate McRae.” You know he’s about to respond, a sassy retort or a punch to the shoulder brewing in his mind, but before he can, you hit play on your ‘Make Lando Shut Up’ Spotify playlist. His eyes widen with delight as On the Floor by J.Lo starts to play, and before you know it you’re both singing along, the conversation effectively forgotten.

⸻

You’re sitting in a booth at Jimmyz, watching Charles Leclerc cross the dance floor with your chin propped in your hand. His tanned skin shines under the pulsing lights, those beautiful blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he speaks rapid-fire French to one of the other drivers. You’re not sure when you started noticing Charles the way you do now. Maybe it’s a stupid crush on one of Lando’s friends, a guy tangentially in your orbit who’s finally single. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s your —

“Just go talk to him, you muppet,” Lando says directly into your left ear, and you jump in surprise, whirling to face him. His hair is damp, a sheen of sweat on his muscular arms. 

“Jesus Christ, Lando. Stop sneaking up on me.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, eyes bright and teasing as he leans closer to you. “Eye sex tends to work better when the other person is looking back at you.”

“Charles will realize he wants my eye sex one of these days,” you counter, sitting back in the booth. “This is eye foreplay.”

Lando grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get some eye experience, to know what you’re doing when the time comes. Wanna have a staring contest?”

You snort, bumping your shoulder against his. “Ew. Freak.” You don’t look back at Charles. He’s not looking at you, anyway. “Think those girls might have a problem with that,” you note, eyes flicking to the gaggle of bleach-blondes Lando left behind at the edge of the booth.

He rolls his eyes. “Please. You know you’re the only one who’s coming home with me.” You allow him a small smile at that, and he grabs your arm, pulling you out of the booth to dance. 

⸻

“Oh my god,” you moan, teeth sinking into the first bite. “I think this pizza is my soulmate.” You’re at a tiny ristorante in Monza, executing your oldest pre-race tradition of taking Lando to Saturday night dinner (he insists that if you pay, it’s all even, despite the fact that he pays for your flights and hotel room and gives you a paddock pass). 

Lando’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, not looking at you. “That’d be a real win for the universe, wouldn’t it?” he replies dryly. 

You give him a pass. He’s still waiting for his food, and he gets fussy when he’s hungry. “I’m serious,” you continue lightly, waving a slice in his general direction. “Try some.” He doesn’t look up. “I should invite Charles here. Maybe we’ll be poly soulmates with this margherita. Do you think if we both ate some at the same time, we’d be able to see the red string going down our throats?”

Lando giggles, finally putting his phone away, and you feel a little swell of happiness in your stomach. “Oh my god, shut up, you muppet.” He reaches for the pizza, about to take the slice from your hand when he goes pale, letting it slip through his fingers. It falls face-down on his plate, untouched. 

“What the hell, Lan?” you grin, but all of a sudden he looks like he’s on another planet, eyes wide and fixed on your face. “You okay?” you ask, concerned, and place your hand on his wrist. The skin burns beneath your fingers.

His eyes meet yours for another second, and then he shakes his head like he’s clearing cobwebs from his brain. “Totally. Just… zoned out for a second, I think,” he says softly.

“Okay,” you say, unconvinced and ready to press him on it, but then the waiter comes back to your table with his pizza, and that strange, charged moment passes.

⸻

You’re sprawled on Lando’s couch under a big blanket, a little wine-drunk as Notting Hill plays on the TV screen in front of you. You’ve seen it a hundred times, since Lando picks it practically every single movie night, but you can’t stop your eyes from getting a little misty when Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts look at each other in the crowded press room, the red string wrapping around the mic stands and chairs from one pinky to the other. 

“See?” Lando tosses a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth. “Hugh Grant was like, totally in love with his wife. She finds her soulmate and leaves him. And the whole time, Julia Roberts was there. His real soulmate, out in the universe, and he marries someone else.”

“That doesn’t lessen the value of the love,” you shrug, throwing a handful from your bowl at his head. He yelps, pieces hitting him in the face. “It just means the person who was made for him was somebody else. You can still be happy with someone who isn’t your soulmate.”

“God. Love’s complicated enough without soulmates messing it up,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch. “I hate soulmates.”

“How do you hate something you don’t believe in?” you ask automatically, expecting his usual anti-soulmate rant. But it doesn’t come, and when you look over at him, he’s avoiding your eyes. 

“Oh my god,” you say, somewhat delightedly. “You do believe in them. You believe in soulmates.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, suddenly very interested in his popcorn bowl.

“I thought you thought they were ‘rubbish,’” you mimic his words from weeks ago, not even bothering to hide your smile anymore. “What happened?”

“They still are rubbish,” he protests. “How terrible is it that we know someone out there is made for us, but we don’t know if we found that person until we’re already in love? Look at Hugh Grant and the ex-wife. They had to know they were dooming their soulmates if they stayed together.”

You frown. “It’s just a movie, Lan. An admittedly great movie, but a movie. Plus, they found the right person in the end.” You motion to the TV, where Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts sit in the park. 

He sits up, eyes flickering over your face restlessly. “What if they hadn’t? If you love somebody who isn’t your soulmate, would you leave them to wait for the real thing? Or would you stay with the person you love anyway?”

“Me?” you ask, and he nods, his fingertips drumming against the arm of the couch. “I dunno. Who knows if I’ll ever find my soulmate, you know? I want to believe I will, but it’s a big world. I guess I’d stay with the person I love.”

He slouches back on the couch as the credits roll. “Yeah. Love’s hard enough without soulmates.”

⸻

“You’ll never believe what just happened,” you laugh. “Are you sitting down?”

“Hold on,” Lando’s voice spills through your phone speakers. He’s in Woking for testing this week, so you’re all alone in Monaco, and you hate to admit that just hearing his voice is making you smile. “One second.” You hear him close a door behind him, then the soft oof of him flopping facedown onto the couch. “Alright. I’m sat. Lay it on me.”

“Okay. So. I was on one of those park benches by the beach reading, right? And all of a sudden this little dog runs up to me.” You pause for dramatic effect. “It’s Charles’s dog. And he comes running up after him, all cute and sweaty, and thanked me for catching Leo. And we got to talking, and he asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with him tonight.” You can hear the smile in your voice, sure he’s about to tease you endlessly for it.  “What?” Lando says, sharply, and you have to hold the phone away from your ear a little.

“Jesus, Lan. Volume.” You’re only teasing, but for a moment there’s nothing but silence on the other end of the phone. 

“Well… that’s cool,” he says flatly. You frown. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it’s not this.  

“Are you serious?” you say, picking at your cuticle. “I thought you’d be happier for me. You’ve been telling me to talk to him for, like, ever. And this was a pretty cute first encounter. Straight out of a rom-com. Maybe I’ll see the red string tonight. Maybe he’s my —”

“Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate,” Lando scoffs dismissively. 

You roll your eyes before you realize he can’t see you. “How would you even know?”

A pause. Suddenly the amorphous space between you feels charged like a live wire. 

“He just isn’t. No way.” Lando says firmly, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Whatever,” you say, but your enthusiasm is somewhat dimmed. “I guess we’ll see on the date. How’s testing going?”

He launches into some story about how Oscar accidentally nearly broke the rear wing by leaning too heavily on it, but you’re not listening, not really. His words, his certainty rubbed you the wrong way. How would Lando possibly know whether or not Charles was the right one for you?

He couldn’t, of course. No one could. You wish you could just ignore it, let it go, but Lando knows you better than almost anyone, and you trust him instinctually. 

Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate.

You hadn’t thought that he was, not seriously at least, but hearing Lando say it so straight-out made the butterflies in your stomach stop fluttering. An hour before you’re supposed to meet Charles at the restaurant, you text him to cancel. 

⸻

“I think it’s going to rain,” you muse, taking a sip of your iced coffee. You’d dragged Lando on an adventure to some cafe overlooking the ocean; your friend had told you it had a beautiful view and the best kouign amanns in the principality. She wasn’t wrong, and although the walk was longer than you’d expected, you’d been congratulating yourself on a Saturday well spent until the sky started growing darker. 

“It’s not going to rain,” Lando says from beside you, voice muffled as his mouth is half-full of one of the pastries. “It never rains in Monaco.”

It’s like the storm was waiting for dramatic effect; just then, the sky opens up, and before you know it the rain is soaking through your shirt.

“Shit,” you laugh, watching the shock evident on his face. “Never rains, huh?”

As you speak, there’s a crack of thunder behind you. You’re not a child, not scared of storms like you used to be, but Lando still grabs your hand as you take off running, searching for the nearest shelter from the driving rain. He pulls you down a side alley, your sneakers skidding on the wet stone as you stop beneath an awning. 

You lean against the wall, panting as you look up at him. His white tee is soaked through and his hair is plastered to his forehead, but he’s grinning at you, eyes bright, so breathtaking that you feel like the wind just got knocked out of your body. “Always an adventure,” he says cheerfully, and you realize he’s still holding your hand. You’re about to wriggle away, to wipe the water off your face, when something catches your eye. You look down at your hands and nearly stop breathing. There’s a glowing red thread, winding from your pinky to his. 

The red string of fate, you think to yourself. The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. 

Lando was your soulmate. 

You were in love with your best friend.

“You okay?” Lando asks, and you realize you’ve been silent for far too long. You want to look at him, but you can’t seem to drag your eyes away from the thread. 

“Our hands look good together,” you say dreamily. You can’t keep the smile off your face. “I never realized until just now.”

“Yeah?” Lando says, his voice pitching up slightly. “What changed?”

You look up, finally, and meet his eyes, see the way his tongue darts out to lick the plush pink of his bottom lip. He’s nervous. Does he know? You’re not going to force it, if he doesn’t.

“A new accessory,” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders, but your cheeks are starting to hurt from beaming at him. 

“Red, by any chance?” he asks, and you know. 

“And joint custody,” you agree. 

His smile lights up his entire face. “Took you long enough.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” you smack his arm, hard, and he just shrugs. You’re understanding his change of heart on soulmates, now. He figured out that he had one. “When did you find out?”

“When you were shoveling that pizza, in Monza.”

You grin, eyes shining with tears. How could you not have guessed it? “Played it off well, there.”

“I’m super smooth,” he agrees, pulling you closer. Your hands land on his chest, like they’ve always been meant to be there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, yeah?” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with one finger.

You’re already leaning in, and when your lips brush against each other for the first time it feels like coming home. “Took you long enough.”

[twistedpink]

(1/2)

The ask box is getting devoured again.

My first request is for a soulmate!Leona. A few weeks ago I sent in a reluctant Leona to the red string...

What's your take on his POV regarding a willing soulmate. Will he sink or swim? Get his happy ending?

This lowkey killed me lol @bju3c0re

Soulmate!Leona kind of thinks you’re insane to lie like that- I mean, you? With him? Whether it’s a string or timer, maybe even some magical pull to you, he’s a sceptic at heart,, And if Leona knows anything, it’s that he’s the whole package IN THEORY, and you’re not the first to pull a “It’s fate!!” with waterworks and a boombox. You probably won’t be the last to, either, so he really should just let you go- your real soulmate’s out there, and he’s sure they’d put in the effort to win you over.. Wherever they are. (Ignoring the cold sweats and insomnia rejecting you gets him- yeah, you’ve gotta be faking,, Right?)

Regardless of the path he takes or the classes he misses, Soulmate!Leona just can’t shake you- it’s not like you’re following him, either; even when you’re so far beyond his reach, you’re never out of sight,, Your voice resonates in his ears, your smell in his clothes, and your visage in his mind- he lays awake after dreams of you, and that’s when he knows you’ll never really leave him. But Leona’s not one to take anything lying down, and even if it hurts, he wants to choose for himself if you’re ‘the one’.

Soulmate!Leona EVENTUALLY lets you hit (and totally not because he finally believes you- it’s just that the man has needs and you’re right. THERE.) and it’s,, Surprisingly pleasant, to put it ‘Villy’. He’s literally never had better, and after the trip you took him on, he’s not sure he ever will. It was so earth shattering he can’t even stomach the idea of other hookups- he skips practice not because he wants to, but because he’s stuck in bed like some loser. Thinking of YOU. He’s been broken :( You’re just laying there all peaceful with a grossly loving look on your face- and that’s when he realizes.. Even if it’s not fate, (because it’s totally NOT) it’d be a service to tie you down; because whatever the hell you did to him was life destroying. For the safety of the country- no, the world, he has a duty to ask you out, and that’s exactly what he’ll do! (Yknow, when he has the strength to stop gazing longingly in your direction)

Soulmate!Leona realizes far too late that maybe it IS destiny, and that like so many things in his life, you were completely out of his control- it may hurt his pride a little (lot) that the only person who really loves him was made to, but even he can’t escape the honeymoon phase.. Poor guy just can’t help melting into you- emotionally and physically. Even with all the communication you hone over time (couple goals) he doesn’t have to vocalize anything because you just know, and he just knows you,, Almost like a matching set. So maybe, just maybe, going with the universe’s flow was worth it for once if it brought along his missing piece <3

[eternalstrigoii]

can I ask /gen/ why you'd write for Joan and Bert?? I dont want to be rude

Yeah, absolutely!

This comes in stages, ngl. Stage one being that Lola Kirke and Peter Dreimanis are both incredibly talented and gorgeous, and I lowkey highkey fell in love with both of them almost as bad as I did Jack-as-Remmick. (I listen to way too much of his music now. No shame in my game.)

Stage two being that I didn't even think about them as characters until I did a deep dive one night. I read a few articles discussing how Ryan built them up as characters instead of just leaving them to be surface-level secondary-antagonists, and I took those crumbs and started asking a few too many questions that other interviews (I am struggling to find the link, but I will -- the other is Lola's red carpet interview) decided to confirm. (This is not to say that my fanon interpretation is in any way Ryan's vision -- we were left deliberately Not Knowing on a plethora of things because he wanted us to talk about them, consider them, and ultimately harken back to the tagline of the film -- We Are All Sinners.*)

Stage three: The Yao Interview. The concept that vampirism changes you, but not completely. The implication that, while early on it appears to be incredibly deliberate puppeteering on Remmick's part, by the time the I Am Your Way Out scene occurs (I will give you a precise timestamp when I get a copy of the steelbook in two weeks; roughly ~30 seconds to a minute of footage), it doesn't seem like he's really pulling strings. (Granted, he has so many more vampires to contend with. I see the argument from both sides, I really do.) Bert and Joan arrive with Stack and Mary -- both couples laughing and in constant contact with their partners. Especially -- and I am going to expand upon this in a separate post because answering your question and proposing my theories are separate things -- considering how we were introduced to them, Joan and Bert. They do not stop touching one another. They are tactile, intimate, exhibiting public affection as opposed to simply occupying the same space in turn. And I am Prince Stolas when it comes to subtext, show and tell, and authorial / creator intent. I know this was deliberate, I just do not precisely know how.

Stage four is technically stage three in the timeline of events: Lola's Tiktoks. The tweenager who used to parry between heroism and villainy for Victor Creed is still alive and well in me, and when I get a crumb of tragic backstory, I whittle away at it like I'm going to find the essence of the characters buried in there. I think about her as a developed character and start sincerely understanding why Remmick would run the risk of adding people he despised** to his ranks -- because they are wrong, horribly wrong, but that doesn't mean they have no path to redemption.

Stage two into three was when I actually started writing about them (albeit unpublished). You have to start with what you're given and work your way inward. Yes, they're villains, yes, they were terrible people -- are they still? Did sharing memories with a thirteen hundred year old vampire who likely witnessed the first colonization of his homeland, let alone all of the brutality and systemic, institutionalized violence perpetuated to that day after, shift anything? Did losing their child?

And, finally, stage five: Ultimately, because I am not Ryan Coogler, everything I do or write for them, or Remmick, or anyone else is going to be an AU***. As rooted in reality as I may try to make any single work, I am creating transformative art of another person's vision. I am choosing to see the good in fatally flawed characters for narrative purposes. It may not hold water for you, and that's okay. But I'm still going to do it.

I would end this with I hope you don't think less of me for it, but that is beyond my control. I am shoving guilt in a trunk and padlocking it shut; I love you, but I don't have to prostrate myself for the right to pretend. I hope you'll join me on the journey anyway.

[googleitlol]

Sorry if my thoughts are all jumbled here. Or if it doesn't make sense. I'm also kinda being vague here cause these are kinda in the beginning stages of forming to proper theories.

But first of all, thanks for answering my question and indulging me.

Also sure I'll share a little bit of my theories here. Once again, you don't have to confirm or deny these. Hell, you don't have to answer this if you don't wanna.

I had a feeling since the title and the dove symbolism kinda went together, there would be at least some surface level nods to it, but now that there's confirmation that there's more reason behind the dove transformation I can kinda go into my little "theory" (more or less speculation). Not really connected to the stories ending too much that I know of buuuuut, I've just been thinking what enlightenment would be for Dove herself since everyone is going through their respective character arcs to achieve enlightenment in the end. I'm also keeping in mind the love symbolism from this creature, even though it's not really symbolism from religion and more so a universal thing across multiple cultures, as a possible significance.

But also, these little teasers with the endings and the one shots here got me (oop here comes more theory and speculation) thinking about what the hell happened. Cause the heavenly court and Buddha don't seem to be the "badguys" in this story. So i kinda figured a 3rd party got Dove separated from the group somehow since everyone else (allegedly) got to stick together. So something really bad definitely happened here, and either Dove is going through some corruption arc or someone else is pulling at some strings here. But nooooow, I'm inclined to believe the latter, if not this 3rd party, causing the corruption arc. These are just things I kinda think about in 2 possible endings. I hope this all makes sense.

I could be waaaaaayyy off though so yeah

Oh, you know I'm gonna answer these! Also, I'm glad you caught onto some of this!

Love is definitely a big part of Dove's character arc, tho it's more of a catalyst for what she has to realize. Dove at the start of the journey isn't really… her own person. Or at least, she wants to change herself to be more like the person who saved her. It's like she thinks there's some moral obligation she has to follow in Guan Yin's steps, and as her relationship with Sun Wukong develops, she starts to question that.

Your other thoughts on what happens near the end… muahahaha…

I've mentioned it in passing so I won't try hiding it, there's another party involved in PoM. They don't get too involved until after the Red Boy arc, which is lowkey why I decided to start posting to AO3 after I finished with those chapters. Everything from the start of PoM to Wukong realizing his feelings can be considered… the first act of my little soap opera. This third party doesn't become more prominent until Act 2.

Technically, the third party has been causing problems since the prologue. They're just chilling cuz one of them doesn't know about the journey yet while his accomplice… she knows about the journey, she just gives less of a fuck. But when they decide to take action, stuff gets fun (stressful and full of agony). I'm excited to get to them, who they are, their backstory and powers, EVERYTHING! UUUGGHHHWVBOJNVUSBDCS I WANNA TALK ABT THEM SO BAD–!

ahem, anyway–

As for your theory about a 'corruption arc'… depending on how I end PoM, Dove may or may not cross a line she wouldn't have crossed at the start of the pilgrimage. The fun part is, the ending I consider the 'good ending', the one where she doesn't get separated from her friends and loved ones… is where she crosses that line. If Dove kept trying to be like Guan Yin, she would never think of going down that road. So in that good ending where she stops trying to be someone she's not, and the ones who helped her get to that realization are put in jeopardy… she has no hesitation.

[pryllee]

Delirious

Blade x Fem! Reader

Blades kinda ooc, slight mention/use of ’red string’ theory, feelings became mutual, slight use of daydreaming/delusions, stellaron hunters, kinda took inspo from smt. Reader was set up lowkey. Reader taking the initiative for a kiss??? , also not proofread

A/N: Kinda hate this with the weird often transitions and overuse of some words, I don't have that big of a vocabulary though so...

——

Working under a slave of destiny was... interesting? Kind of. The thought of warping to every planet every week or so really wasn't for you.

However, the one colleague that always caught your eye was Blade. You couldn't help but be drawn to him for some reason—like you were attached to him, his blank expression was indeed odd but it lowkey is hot.

And you also couldn't help but imagine that thin line on his face slightly tilting upwards into a small smile if he ever felt the same about you.

You always saw him somewhere or had an encounter with him almost everyday, till one had a girl in it, oh Aeons. Recounting the memory is already such a pain.

During one of the missions you'd been assigned to with him, a pair of girls talking saw him in one of his... ’disguises’ yet one whispered to the other making the other laugh hitting at the girls back, as they looked back with a look of admiration, you shot them a death stare back.

"What?" He asked. And you shook your head in response with a visible annoyed frown on your face.

"How come you're acting like a child again? I won't know what to say if you don't speak." Bit unusual he seemed to talk more this time to engage in a convo.

He clearly still remembered that time where you didn't talk to him for days on end because his replies were so unbelievably dry like you didn't matter—well technically you didn't...or don't really matter to him... And that does hurt a bit.

"Nothing. Those girls prob' would've reported us if they found out." Making up an excuse on the spot, a dumb one infact.

—

Yet somehow, you ended up in this position where Silver Wolf was ordering French fries, nuggets, and a large bucket of mayo.

"... Do you really need that much mayo?"

"Yeah, what about it?" She asked, clicking her tongue. "Nothing..." You irked up a brow seemingly disgusted at the taste of so much mayonnaise on one nugget, or fry.

"I'll get an iced coffee," Kafka smiled.

You glanced at Blade, still with a monotone face as usual. "...What about you?" You said in a quizzical tone, leading him to shake his head slightly in response like a statue... A perfect scuplture in fa— I mean...

You sat opposite of Kafka, and Silver Wolf. Still seemingly irked at the bucket of Mayo as she dips a nugget double fry combo in it... well more like drowning it.

You glanced over your shoulder, looking at Blade who still just stood as still as a statue.

"What?" He scowled, avoiding your gaze to look out the rain filled window. "Why come if you won't even have anything...?" You said, popping a single fry into your mouth.

"Because–" He paused. "Because what?" Again having him shake his head slightly in response. The sudden change of behavior was peculiar to you, was this really the same ”Blade” you knew... ? Feels like the real ones probably locked up away somewhere else.

"Calm down, hes real." Kafka waved at you knowingly,

"Kafkas right–" Silver Wolf mumbled, still eating with a bulge showing through her cheeks "Whenever you look at Blade, your thoughts become kinda obvious."

Her words made you flush a slight red, as you swiftly grabbed alot of fries and nuggets drowning them in Mayo shoving it in her mouth making her choke a little,

"Ugh— Do you want me dead?!" She complained, holding on her slightly sore throat, while Kafka decided to observe for a little longer sipping on her coffee.

"No, just bothered me how little you take a time but drown it in SO much mayo." You replied, making Kafka chuckle a little.

"I do NOT drown my food in sauce! It's a perfectly fine amount!" She slammed her hands on the table, making the food fling up shortly as you slammed on the table back in response.

"Oh reeeaaally? How come?" You spoke through clenched teeth, "Listen to me, calm down you two." Kafka waved her hand, as you both sunk back into your seats.

"That bad, hm?" Blade asked in a dull tone.

"Shut up before I forcefully shove fries and a nugget down your throat too." You threatnened, as he shot a look of; ’Try me.’ making you furrow your brows in annoyance pouting slightly in sarcasm as you looked away.

Suddenly someone gripped onto your chin, making you turn to them as they forced a nugget into your mouth. "Too bad, I did it first." He spoke, yet this time it was in a different tone—a smug one that pissed you off. You felt like tearing his vocal cords off but you're actually somewhat surprised he ’fed’ you something.

"Ooh...~" Silver Wolf teased with the ’also smug smile’. "Shut." You bit your lip in embarrassment, as you fiddled with your fingers. You wondered what his lips would taste like—hoping for an occasion for you both to be alone as... Ahem.

Your train of thought is interrupted as someone busts the door open making you jerk upwards a little at the sound, screaming for the ’intergalatic criminals’ or whatever to come out.

"Uugggghhgghg..." Silver Wolf groaned, "We barely even ate any, can't I just bring this with me?"

"Just store it in your technique menu console thing, can't you do that?" You asked, as she shook her head a doubtful ’no’.

"Dunno, don't think so. I'll eat this basket of fries on the go." She said as she dumped the whole bucket of Mayo making you irk up a brow once again.

"You four, hands up!" The officer demanded, but Blade almost instantly just threw his sword into the poor guys chest hurrying you to get out of the booth so he could take it back.

You felt a small lump in your throat as he pulled out the sword, blood pooling out from under the officer.

"Don't feel bad now," Kafka whispered into your ear, softly saying your name. As Silver Wolf opened up a path to somewhere else. "C'mon, hurry."

You took one last glance at the people in the place, seeing their bewildered faces were kind of laughable.

But why exactly does Silver Wolf need to worry about the food if she can just open a path up...?

—

You sat down on the grassy field, staring into the sky seemingly in a daze with the scenic location.

"Where are we?" You asked Silver Wolf.

"Dunno, just chose a random spot that looked nice so I could eat my food 'n peace. Kinda sucks though since it's making my fries cold and soggy."

"You shouldn't have poured the whole bucket of Mayo on it..." You criticized, making her scoff in response. You just sat there, admiring the sunset with how wide this field of grass was. It felt soft to the touch, so peaceful. If you were apart of the Garden of Recollection you would probably engrave this into your mind forever as you sat on a small hill.

You felt someone obviously staring at you, causing you to glance over at the source as you just make eye contact with Blade before he turns around, walking away to Aeons know where.

"Where are you going, Bladie?" Kafka asks, turning around making him pause for a bit. "Somewhere. Oddly familiar with this place."

You actually somewhat could relate. This place felt nostalgic with a sliver of mechanoly hidden in it. It feels like you've been here before.

"Enjoying the place I picked out?" The silver haired asked, as you just reluctantly nod even though you clearly knew it was meant to lowkey mock you...

"I'm gonna go find a spot to try play the Violin." Kafka hummed, walking away to somewhere nearby where she'd still be in sight but as a small figure.

The abrupt change from a weird restaraunt with a mix of a cafe due to the iced coffee to such a calming nostalgic place was odd, but you see weirder things everytime on a mission, so who are you to complain?

Hearing the soft yet elegant demeanor thrumming of a violin made the atmosphere all more peaceful. It perplexes you though, how come it's so... Quiet and nice here? This is like a ’once in a life time chance’.

The bodies of water drew you in though, causing you to go closer when you hear a muffled yell from behind,

"Don't go near the water!" It sounded like Silver Wolf, but her voice rang in your ears sharply, and you touch the clear water with the colors of a pretty sunset. It looked like one of those art pieces a true master would make back in the old days really—

As you come back to your senses when you hear loud rhythms of thuds behind you—presumably footsteps, the body of water drags you in shocking you.

"What the fuck?—" You spoke, yet it echoed out loud and clear. You were stuck in some weird place under the water, but somehow could breathe freely.

Being in such a narrow place wasn't your cup of tea though, the thought of being stuck here in such a small place made your eyes narrow speeding up your beating hearts pace. Suddenly, your surroundings change to a cave, with Blade inspecting some weird murals on the walls.

"...Uhm. Blade?" You asked, cocking your head to the side perplexed. Blade seemingly immersed in observing the mural, you suddenly realize it felt like he was stuck in place—yet his head slightly turned around to glance at you when the water spat you out abruptly.

You coughed up some water aggressively still confused as fuck, "What just happened? Why was Blade looking at a dang wall?" You shake your head, trying to dry off thinking it'll work with you even though it's mainly for dogs...

"... Uhh, you saw Blade?" Silver Wolf asked in a concerned tone as she whispered something to Kafka. Your confusion only got worse when Kafkas expression was slightly changed to show a slight sliver of surprise.

"Oh my!" The lady laughed in a teasing manner, "I never thought you really knew Blade that way."

Processing what she said for a second, your cheeks suddenly dusted a low tint of red as you try to play dumb thinking what you think it might be, "What? Knew what about Blade?"

—

While Blade noticed your figure, seemingly stuck in a box floating with your hair drifting upwards as you held your palms out but seemed to be restricted.

He was slightly confused seeing your wide eyed expression, as he was about to call your name out in a quizzical tone, you disappeared.

As worried as he was, he tried to find his way back to where you all warped to.

"What happened?" He asks, having Silver Wolf say nothing happened, yet as he recounts the previous memory both of the girls eyes widen with a ’knowing’ look.

"Oh, I see...! I think we should, uhm, go back now to the base!" Silver Wolf spoke in an awkward tone, making both of you confused, well you can't see if Blade really was confused or not... It's like he has no face muscles to smile. You just nod in response running your fingers through your wet hair.

—

A few days had passed again, after that... Water incident. From time to time Kafka and Silver Wolf would smile and laugh about something whenever you and Blade were there.

Silver Wolf had asked you to do something—which was to give something to him. Apparently from Elio or whatever. You found yourself growing tired when you looked through each corridor and room till you realized he was probably out on the rooftop. Ugh, seriously?

Opening the door, you finally found him...with a girl?

Are you seeing things right? A girl. Presumably one of the other newer colleagues, was laughing and smiling with him. You had no idea what his expression was since his back was turned.

You felt your heart drop as you clearly saw her hand over a letter with a heart stamp seal.

Too bad you couldn't back out in handing whatever Silver Wolf gave you to him now if it really is one of Elios.

Putting on a fake measly smile, you walked closer as you called out to him saying Silver Wolf had something to give to him. Ugh. Couldn't she have sent it through the phone if it's a text?

"Hm—What is that...?" The girl pouted making you cringe a little. And you take that as your cue to leave, telling them to have a ’good’ time walking away back to the door with an empty pit inside of your stomach.

Yet when you need to close the door you somehow accidentally slammed it loudly, making a loud noise echo in 'n out as you hurried down stairs before someone went to check making you embarrassed.

You then find Silver Wolf in the same spot, reporting to her that her dumb request is done.

"Huh? Whats with the sudden gloomy vibe? You were so carefree when I asked you like 30 minutes ago." She asked, blowing gum before it popped taking it back inside her mouth chewing it.

"What gloomy vibe? I'm the same as before." Putting on a fake annoyed smile again at her remark making her tell you to chill and you could go.

As you closed the door behind you in your room, you threw yourself into the bed screaming into your pillow.

It didn't matter how much you'd scream since this place is soundproof for ’disguise’.

"Who the actual FUCK was that bitch?!" You spoke in a mildly loud annoyed tone, scratching your head aggressively messing up a part of your hair when you suddenly hear a few rhythmical knocks on your door. Who the crack could it be now?

You unlock the door, opening it to see Kafka wave as she sat down on your bed inviting herself inside.

"I didn't say you could come in." You scoffed.

"Thats true, but were you the one who slammed the door to the rooftop?" She asked, looking at you with those same gentle hypnotizing eyes tilting her heading slightly. The question embarrassed you, how does she even know that?

"... How do you know that?"

"Silver Wolf. Blade. Girl." She listed how one by one, as you shot her a confused look.

"Doesn't matter though, I just needed to know that—but another thing, why slammed the door after confessing to him?"

Confessing? Confess what? What exactly did you give to him that Silver Wolf wanted you to hand over?

"What?" You deadpan.

"Oh, y'know... The thing. The thing you gave to him." She recounted your memory of it as you felt yourself flush a bright red, yelling at her to get out and that you have NO idea what shes talking about as you lock the door again in a hurry to go to sleep and forget.

Since it was finally the time for the sweeeeet time off, you could just relax at the base—however your encounters with him became more frequent.

As you saw him with Kafka following from behind from afar in a corridor slowly walking closer, also remembering what Kafka said, and how Blade seemed to look at you differently. You instantly turned the other way walking to the closest next hallway you could find trying to avoid his sight.

"Hmm? Thats odd, she usually joins us for a walk when you're here, Bladie."

But he just stays silent, seemingly confused at why you walked away so quickly when you saw him and you were clearly trying to go somewhere. He only continued to walk without a word assuming you went the wrong way

However, that same thought couldn't be kept with how frequent your "wrong ways" became.

When you sat down for a leisure cup of coffee with Kafka and Silver Wolf, you somehow knew he was behind you, but not too close or too far. You glugged the piping hot cup down your throat not caring about the after effects, as you slam your hands down onto the table; "I need to go, just remembered something important."

"Hm? Is it not a good time to relax?" Kafka spoke with a clear sarcastic tone, leading you to swiftly walk away with a hurting mouth, throat, and stomach.

The loud slam caught his attention, noticing how you walked away in a hurry was out of character for you. Don't you usually like coffee times where you three sit down to talk about stuff? Well I guess it should be more like ’tea’ time. Haha, get it?

And another, when you were in your room just chilling sitting in front of your desk on your phone, you heard a few knocks. You asked who was there, but in response was pure silence. So you just reluctantly open the door.

Looking down, "Yes, whos there..." speaking with a lazy tone with a sliver of annoyance looking up to find their eyes, you immediately slammed the door locked when it was Blade who was about to speak.

You immediately curled up into a ball in front of the door out of pure embarrassment. When you finally heard footsteps going away, you got up with extreme wobbling legs walking to your bed.

Also after that, you stayed in your room for the whole day ignoring any knocks on your door, even if it was rhythmical probably being Kafka or a barrage of impatient knocks which was usually Silver Wolf.

And one of the most recent ones were much like the first, in a corridor. You were trying to find a vending machine when you saw him heading your way. His eyes somewhat seemed to light up slightly when he noticed you.

But you were not gonna walk away this time—instead of that, you avoided making eye contact as you kept walking in the same direction, completely ignoring him.

He was shocked, genuinely. Probably pissed too. Why are you the one ignoring him after you'd basically confessed to him? You were talking to everyone expect him.

Blade couldn't help but realize how genuinely depressing his already annoying life was without you, though he knew he couldn't have any of those feelings again with how he planned to finally die after finishing whatever Elio promised.

But it hurt a little. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for neither of you. Why even are you avoiding him if you like him so much? At some times you think about finally talking to him and he'd accept your feelings—but you brushed that ’useless’ thought away assuming he thinks you're a creep for wanting him...especially with the weird fantasies you've had.

–

Kafka eventually noticed Blade seeming to be more out of it than usual. It looked like he was sulking hugging his almost broken sword as he leaned against a pillar.

"Uh. What's wrong with him...?" Silver Wolf pointed his peculiar behavior out. Kafka only shrugged in response with a concerned sigh, "Whats wrong, Bladie?"

"Nothing." He mumbled to himself.

"Oh please, I feel like shes influenced you with the blatant lying." Silver Wolf scoffed, clearly referring to you.

"Speaking of her, is she the reason?" Kafka took a turn to ask. But he was just silent. Probably thinking if you really are the reason.

"I'm guessing thats a yes." Kafka smiled, "Lets go find her, shall we?" Gesturing for Blade to follow. Silver Wolf only stayed behind knowing exactly why.

–

"So, why are you avoiding Blade?" She asked, with the atmosphere being tense as Blade just sat Beside you. You were sandwiched in the middle by these people.

You had no way to escape now. Your heart thrummed heavily.

"I don't know what you're talki–."

"You've been avoiding me for almost the whole break." Blade interrupted with a stern tone making the atmosphere worse making your eye twitch from how awkward it was.

"I'll leave the room so you two can be more honest with each other." Kafka abruptly got up, as your hand extended out slightly to tell her to stay with how you didn't want to stay here all alone with him, but your voice felt like it disappeared when you saw him staring at your hand from the side.

"Ah..." You mumbled, taking your hand back placing it on your lap trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Why?" He asked, leaving you confused.

"Why what...?"

"The ’avoiding’." He quoted, like it was a movie title for some reason.

"I—...uhm. Thats erm." You tried to find a good excuse for the moment, but the way he suddenly placed his hand on one of yours made you speechless.

Why the actual fuck is he suddenly so intimate? Well I guess Kafka could've gave him a tip or two.

"Do you wanna... kiss?" He bluntly asked, making you cringe a little in perplexation. What exactly type of tips did Kafka give him? Like the consent thing is nice and all but...???????????

You sigh, since hes the one that asked, I guess it won't really matter.

You grab onto his collar with both hands pulling him closer, kissing him like an amateur. As you pull away you feel yourself heat up when you clearly see his frown slightly lift into a small—almost unnoticeable smile.

He kisses you back this time, as your grip on him loosened melting into the kiss. You knew he couldn't hug you due to the injuries on his body, but it's fine.

Nothing else mattered. Atleast for now.

–

But for some reason, you only got shyer from there. Sure you've always wanted to be with him but...

Blade would randomly hold onto your hand sometimes and you'd shake it off quickly with a bright red face. He didn't find it offensive at all, more like he found it funny. His expressions were still pretty much blank around you but it was still nice to see a small smile a few select of times.

It didn't help with how he only got bolder from there—randomly kissing you during missions leaving either Silver Wolf or Kafka in a state of shock if they happened to see it.

Silver Wolf would just walk away in disgust and tell you both to go get a room. Well, in a joking manner.

Kafka would laugh and tease about it for a whole week making you pissed, it didn't help with how Blade managed to be there by your side each time too.

"Stop following me around like a lost puppy..." You spoke in a low, awkward tone.

"I'm pretty sure you like that."

"Touché– But don't you have anything else to do other than cling onto me whenever we see each other?"

"I do. I just like doing it with you."

First of all, that sentence was horribly worded. Sure he had no idea what it sounds like, but you on the other hand imploded into a red brighter like nothing else before.

"Wrong phrasing, Blade." Silver Wolf replied for you.

Till one thought came to you... What happened to that girl that confessed to him?

——

hint: someone killed her :)

[howlingmoonrise]

Hi! Same anon here! Don't worry I barely sent the ask like a day ago :P

Thank you for giving such a detailed answer! I gotta say, I never considered the Ds to be akin to plants (I did think of them being the chinese equivalent to kamis tho, I think the term was xia?) but I can see what you mean by that, maybe like trees? I like the idea of sentient sacred trees taking on human forms, wouldn’t it be cool if the "real" Tsuki-hime was one of their kind?

In a less serious note, when I read the plant part, my dumb ass brain started to think about Trigun, and Vash as a plant being in his universe with completely opposed ideology to the Ds, the one of unwavering love and faith in humanity despite most humans in Trigun being far worse than any of the literal evil ones in PSOH, and what would happen if they ever met :'D

Also, do you have any theories on why our D was sick and apparently needed a transplant of some sort? Personally I always thought that he may have been born "flawed" either due to their kind's equivalent to genetic degradation on their biology, or alternatively a literal manifestation of the ideals conflict between Sofu D and Papa D? Both?

Sorry if I ask too many questions, I had no idea PSOH had a surviving fandom until the 7seas announcement!!

huh. you know. i was fairly sure the term kami had been mentioned in at least one of the translations but i just checked the last two chapters in both and apparently not? though the el dorado chapter seems to confirm the meaning if not the name when it mentions the touch of a "dying god" and accepts d's blood, at a minimum; i'm not sure if the japanese original text uses the word "kami" either, but it's possible.

anyway, i've been kind of going with the assumption that they're something similar to that - not exactly gods in the western divinity sense, but more like beings of the land. i probably absorbed the term kami in regards to the Ds from fandom, but now that you mention it, it doesn't make all that much sense since he's chinese. the term in question in chinese seems to be "shen" (written with the same character) but it doesn't appear to be an exact equivalent in terms of meaning. i'll have to look more into it!

yeah the plant thing for me comes from several occasions generally associated with d and life/death (as mentioned before, the gattolotto extra, d entering a state of despair, d's blood turning into rare plants when he's running from vesca, d being taken over by plants when falling into despair, the plant core of the papasplosion) and also from the hilarity of leon only ever getting anywhere with a lady if they're plants (as per the flowers and the detective extras) and d lowkey also being one and following this trend 😂 though that latter bit is more the shipper goggles than anything lmfao

BUT!!! MORE IMPORTANTLY!!!! *rubs hands together* you fool! you just activated my trap card when it comes to talking about d's illness and all issues surrounding it! i love discussing this topic and poking fun at the tokyopop translation and putting up a murderboard full of red string for theories!

okay so the first thing you need to know is that the tokyopop translation took some. liberties. and is not entirely accurate. they seem to paint papa as far more of a villain and sofu as far more of a saint than they are, for one, and an important implication about d's health kinda goes in the wrong direction based on this. as such, if you only read the tp translation, you may be caught off-guard by some of what i'll say below.

once again under the cut because i'm a rambler!

things we know about d's illness:

needs sugar to keep from getting faint/dizzy

extremely low endurance at times (which makes leon think that he might have a heart condition) that either triggers or is triggered by his illness, as per the dragon chapter

may or may not be related to his eye (either as a symptom or a cause)

some sort of pain attack is involved? in the donor chapter we see him hover his hand in front of his throat, though it might be while it's in motion to go elsewhere, such as his heart (the dragon chapter has both the highlights near the throat, but the hand placed by his heart/lungs)

papa mentions to the pseudo-sister that d's body was "born incomplete" - whether this is true, he thought it was true (more on this below), or it was a simplification for her sake (as she had the mentality of a child) is not clear

d apparently is lacking several things, or they are in the process of failing (also as per the donor chapter). THAT BEING SAID, there is an interesting point here

needs sugar to keep from getting faint/dizzy

may or may not be associated with his eye

some sort of pain attack is involved? in the donor chapter we see him hover his hand in front of his throat

the illness has been present for at least several years, presumably for as long as d can remember (though not necessarily from birth; more on this later)

papa has been studying and trying to cure this illness also for years

after d drinks a "medicine" processed from the orangutan hybrid's body the symptoms seem to stop - i'm pointing this out as more of a curiosity thing, because on other occasions d couldn't as much as eat fish flakes without some ominous remarks about his bloodlust almost awakening again or something of the sort (you'll excuse me if i don't go looking for this particular quote right now)

papa mentions to the pseudo-sister that d's body was "born incomplete" - whether this is true, he thought it was true (more on this below), or it was a simplification for her sake (as she had the mentality of a child) is not clear

d's body had several things apparently lacking or in the process of failing (also as per the donor chapter). THAT BEING SAID, there is an interesting point here

this post from one of tumblr user @chaikat's psoh liveblogging japanese translation notes (several of which you'll see me mention at other times in this post because the info in there is just THAT crunchy) points out the following:

When Nue Erh says she’ll give D what he lacks, the part where she says “my eyes” in the eng version is actually specifically “this eye” in the jp version.

keep this quote in mind for a bit!

and now, back to the revelations of the final chapters!

aka, the panels that give me fucking brainworms:

uh??? hello??? one could understand that endless asexual reproduction of the same being through centuries would eventually result in mutations, and in fact it was under this assumption that i laboured when i first read psoh, but this conversation points to a different cause entirely, originating from sofu's interference.

doesn't help that the tokyopop version is wildly different, too:

tokyopop's version doesn't seem have anything to do with either d's illness or eye whatsoever, alas 😬 and considering several of their past instances of mistranslations and ad-libbing on this manga, i'm far less likely to believe their version of events.

another detail i didn't notice on my first go-arounds: the fact that the first words sofu d says in response to papa's accusation imply that the undertaking of q-chan's form took a sacrifice, and that this is related to d's eye. it took me this other translation notes liveblog post to realize that the two things were connected, since there's an entire other page with side-comments in the middle breaking up the dialogue flow.

ANOTHER most excellent thing that chaikat's commentary brings up and that i haven't seen on either translation is that sofu specifically mentions using the eye, or the term yorishiro:

(small text above Grandpa D): I borrowed one eye for the yorishiro.

i cannot claim to be even remotely close to an expert on shintoism, so here's a quote from wikipedia (which might or might not be correct) regarding yorishiro:

Yorishiro were conceived to attract the kami and then give them a physical space to occupy to make them accessible to human beings for ceremonies

i'm not sure if sofu d used it as this exact purpose, or if there's any sort of tradition in manga to lend it a slightly different meaning (jshk for example uses it as an artifact that stores the powers of the being connected to it, and something similar to this would make some sense to me here since he's shifting into a different form and putting his powers/presence away). either way, sofu has definitely used at least a portion of d's body for his own purposes without consent, so we cannot discard him using more.

*puts tinfoil hat on* it is at this point i bring up our precious orangutan sister's words again! she's listing the things she was made to replace in d's body, with the specificity of one singular eye. coincidence? i think not! i'm not entirely sure i agree that she means the left eye as considered in chaikat's post, but as an exercise let's think up the motivations for both possibilities:

replacing the left eye (purple, papa's colour): implies that the eye that was interfered with by sofu has bypassed the illness, and d's original one remains imperfect and bound to deteriorate; implies also that papa/sister know that the right eye is not a concern when it comes to d's health situation, which does track with papa's later accusation

replacing the right eye (gold, sofu's colour): implies that something is wrong with that eye, in ways that go far beyond the bounds of d's illness, since the original one would be okay to leave as-is; since papa is aware that the gold eye was caused by sofu, it would make sense to want to replace it due to both his resentment for sofu and concern for d

it is also worth mentioning that sofu never seems to have devoted any time to trying to cure d's illness, unlike papa (who was deemed incapable of raising a child by sofu, which may or may not be true), and that his reaction to the death of both his son and stray animals in a forest fire is to not even blink twice.

sofu having removed d from papa's care, mixed with d having mismatched eyes as a child under sofu's care, and the fact that we don't really see a mention of q-chan being around at that time make me poke interestedly at sofu d - because even if you buy that he *checks notes* only traded his grandson's eye to turn into a tiny cute creature in order to keep an eye (heh) on him, that doesn't really... track with the timeline of when he actually left d alone and had cause to become q-chan? which makes me wonder what sofu's actual use for the eye was, since he presumably had it since d was around-ish maybe five years old. (remember me saying "for as long as d can remember, though not necessarily from birth"? yeah.)

does this mean that he caused the illness? probably not, but fun to think about in connection to everything else! especially because the main point i'd expect d to ask when papa mentions the mutations/changes resulting from the inumerous replications of the d line would be his ?now-cured? illness, but what he does actually ask about is his eyes, despite papa and sofu - supposedly perfect clones - also having eyes that differ from the other (papa's being purple, sofu's being gold). one would think the illness would be the priority, but no! unless the two things are connected, and-- *continues to add red string to the murderboard*

anyway this is the theory i find the most fun to play with!

slightly less unhinged ones would probably be just. you know. normal replication mutations and genetic degeneration and stuff? or if you go with the tokyopop translations and i remember correctly, there are some implications that papa experimented on d before sofu took him away, but take that with a grain of salt. another thing that comes to mind is also the alice/daughter chapter, where after several generations the resulting rabbits were killed by the sugar and stuff consumed by the original generation - it could also be something like that, because since they're clones their bodies wouldn't have changed to adapt to the times, different foods, different air quality, etc, which would translate into poison for the newest generations.

i hope i didn't go too far down the theory rabbit hole, oops! 😂

[louisjude]

re: your tags about tommy being lowkey written as closeted/gay - i believe it. as a fic writer sometimes i sprinkle in little easter eggs for my own enjoyment (and if someone spots it, yay!) and honestly, if it was a character tim created.. i totally see it. "and this minor character will be secretly queer because i said so" (unnoticeable so no one would give him trouble about it?) and maybe that's also why he chose to bring tommy back? because he had already written him as queer? 👀 idk i have my tinfoil hat on already let's go

i want to believe it so therefore i will. i know it literally could ALL be such a huge coincidence and our red string theory just becomes bigger and bigger which is honestly hilarious but for now i’ll be delusional in thinking tommy was in fact, written with the intent that he was closeted cause i feel like it. aksjslfjsk.

[sparkle-skitty]

gitm live reaction

"You look like a colonist" HELP??? WHAT???? THAT IS THE MOST UNEXPECTED AND SCATHING STATEMENT SOL ARE YOU OKAY

all right so we can see that Sol is deeefinitely not okay

why is he so CURT g-d damn dude chillllll

oh no I love Fool, he gave us The Puffy Shirt

well! I haven't even met Sophia and I'm already foaming at the mouth to snap her fucking neck. red flags ahoy on that one. girl wants his money that's what! I'm sure

Okay yep she's an Umbridge please kill her maybe

idk why Sunspot is so shy and embarrassed about his interests like ?? sir you ✩ can ✩ be ✩ anything ~✩

omg Misuta called y/n Hoshiko and that's so fucking cute I'm die

PLEASE GIVE FOOL A BIKE AAA PLEASE

lowkey wanna see him freak out over y/n not being there I must have chaos

Fool calling y/n Sweetling but being the Sweetling himself aaa

Fool possibly? keeping y/n safe? but having no idea how and why because he Moon AI takes over suddenly is bewildering. I wonder what it was he saw?

NO WAIT HE KNOWS AFTER ALL HOOO SHIT. What is going down?! What's going down in the house!? Literally he won't let the reader into the house for the rest of the night?? Is this the reason he has his secret base?? WHAT DOES HE KNOW?

*narrows eyes* ohhh he lies when he says it's just for games

omg wtf for real wHAT HAPPENED IN THE HOUSE THAT NIGHT

and now everyone's mad at Fool like LEAVE MY BOY ALONE (though it was kind of a bitch move for him to not take the tree himself but I can theorize on excuses)

AND FINALLY THE CLIP REVEAL. ohhh I love the way he talks. oh no I am in love.

I need Sunspot in my life, need a sweet little android to force me into a good life

oh Sol and I would not get along because yeah I AM stubborn with no sense of self preservation nor do I ask for help ya bitch DEAL WITH IT. omg so sick of this man. reminds me of Kyubey with the way he is like "lel you didn't ask" when he damn well knows y/n needs their fucking coat at SOME point. is there an equivalent of "lying by omission" that isn't about lying but about being a petty & particular lil bitch like "ooo you didn't explicitly say xyz therefore it's your fault I didn't do xys uwu"

I'm gonna fight him. I will I will.

Why are we scared of Clip? He just wants love.

not Moon repeating mantras to himself like fucking Lightning McQueen xDD

oh I'm biting and fighting Sol oh ohhhh I'm snapping

OH I'M BITING AND FIGHTING SOL OH OHHH I'M SNAPPING

NO SUNSPOT SHUT UP don't play mediator with bullies! AHH. Sol has literally done nothing but be antagonistic to everyone and keeps acting like Misuta is a monster why the HELL are you saying it's like Misuta just "eggs him on" no no no no no Sol comes out of nowhere with nasty comments without Misuta saying a damn thing shut upppppppppp

SUNSPOT OMG HOW ARE YOU THE LEADER WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON IN THE HOUSE BRUH

lmao Misuta stomping on Sol's mouth "like a kiss" is just tickling me to death, that's so demeaning in ways I don't know Sol would understand lol

no don't you DARE tug my heart strings Sol you nitwit I am still SO MAD at you even if you may well have some fucking trauma because you are still SO SHITTY

jsfksafsd Clip is not having it about fucking repressed memories like "jesus kid what HAPPENED to you are you FUCKING okay" (theory 2: Clip did something and that's why y/n was suddenly removed)

(but then why would he be so interested in making them remember? wouldn't it be more beneficial if he didn't remind them he did something? does HE not remember? no no it sounds more like he's pissed about whether something fucked happened, I think)

Clip wants to travel the world I see

WHY IS LITERALLY NOBODY HELPING SUNSPOT bitch he was the only one NOT involved in the fucking fight. Sol has a partial excuse because he's broken but g-d damn y'all CAN DO THINGS AROUND THE HOUSE TOO

yo Sol stripping? this boy strips?

AHA I knew Sol was hiding some shit under that glove! though I do wonder, clearly he is not dual-AI, unless ate Moon like how twins eat each other in the womb sometimes. or was he a successful removal of Moon? but... he's not as old as Sunspot and Ruin...? Hrm. hrm...

Sol "How Dare You Be Gross" Eil out here just ignoring the massive fucking messes he makes

Misuta finally deciding to do something by assembling one (1) shelf. Lord have mercy how is Sunspot sane

oh my wondering has been answered about whether the gang has any idea about the Sight and hauntings and shit. is that like... a world secret? is that something people don't talk about? I would like to think y/n could talk to at least these dudes but idk

why is there beef between Sunspot and Fool. like for real Fool's been a heeheehoohoo guy up until it comes to Sunspot specifically.

everyone: "y/n is such a child ugh!" also everyone: "yo why they taking us seriously aren't they an adult?"

omg I just realized Misuta can't leave the house so Fool specifically asked him first to manipulate y/n into volunteering that little bastard

Clip stop being a brat or idk COMMUNICATE MORE EFFECTIVELY??? what are you going to accomplish by just being discordant and noisy??

FOOL IT IS NOT NICE TO SNATCH

okay clip is trying to communicate more effectively in the worst way possible

g-d damn two brats no feet apart from each other because they have no self control and y/n has no sense JUST PUT IT ON THE GROUND

WHAT NOOOOOOOOO YOU CAN'T FUCKING STOP IT THERE WHAT HAPPENED!? Is Fool saying that about in his head?! Or?? Something?? AAAAAAAAAA THE SUSPENSE WILL SHATTER ME LIKE ALL THOSE DAMN CABINETS

this above all is now a bit outdated since I joined the gitm discord server and have had a grand ol time with discussion and simping and-- mostly simping lmao -- but I took so damn long to make these fucking dumbass memes that it happened out this way

and now for dumbass memes I've made in this whole experience

I was gonna add a Sol one but I fucking. can't stand to put this post off any further it makes me so mad to look at now lmfsdklfjdslkgdlfkg

(these will be added to a separate post btw)

[demonic0angel]

Since it’s been a week after I made this post, I wanted to talk about the details and ideas that I put into this drawing :3

(Quite long notes below:)

+ This idea was lowkey inspired by the thought of soulmates. A lot of people thought of reincarnation, and that’s also something I like and agree with :D ultimately, it’s your interpretation of this drawing and I’m happy with anything!

+ Each section (the two panels with Jason and Jazz are each 1 section) are all different versions of Jazz and Jason.

In the first section is Jazz as Penelope and Jason as Odysseus, both of them aged 20 years from being separated. Both are weathered from fighting and conflict, but are now reunited.

In the second section is still them as Penelope and Odysseus, but they are younger, back to when they first met and fell in love. This is definitely inspired by Jorge’s cut songs.

In the third section, Jazz and Jason are adults in the modern world. Jazz is a civilian while Jason is the Red Hood. Jason is unmasked, showing how vulnerable he is with her.

In the fourth section, they are in their ‘original’ forms as children. Jazz is 16, Jason is 15, and both are untouched and unknowing of their future fates.

In the last section, both of them are back to being Odysseus and Penelope, husband and wife who were separated by seas and storms and gods and time, who have now been reunited for the first time in two decades.

+ Some of the pictures I drew were deliberately drawn with the lyrics in mind. For example, in the 3rd section, Jazz sings ‘No matter how long it’s been, you’re mine’. This kind of shows the dynamics that I usually write with them in mind in the modern world. In my hcs, Jazz and Jason follow the invisible string theory and often meet over and over without knowing each other’s faces before finally reuniting.

Another prominent example is in the 4th section, Jazz sings ‘Don’t tell me you’re not the same person’ and I purposefully made Jason Robin in this scene to show that despite how he’s changed as a person into the Red Hood, he is still that same boy who desperately wanted love and was killed due to his own kind nature and selflessness. Even the way I separated the words is intentional >:) Jazz sings the words ‘Don’t tell me/you’re not ; the same/person’. The last line is placed with Jason bc he ultimately hasn’t changed.

He may be just a man now, but he has never changed from the person she loved and knew :,)

A final example is the last section, where Jazz sings ‘You’re always my husband ; And I’ve been/waiting, waiting’. In this version, they are in their oldest forms, both in Ancient Greek and also as people who have waited 20 years. The line ‘You’re always my husband��� is what I was thinking of when I talked about them being soulmates :3

+ Older Odysseus! Jason has a scar that is shaped like a J *cough cough Arkham Knight cough* He also has the white strand of hair, just like the version of him that is Red Hood.

+ Older Penelope! Jazz wears jewelry and gems that are the same color as Jason’s eyes. It’s probably not that noticeable (bc she wears turquoise anyways), but it’s a detail that I like.

+ Both Jazz and Jason have conflicting colors. Some examples are silver vs gold, bright turquoise vs dark blue, white vs brown, black vs yellow.

+ Jazz and Jason both start progressively crying more and more as they sing. Jazz’s tears is what makes Jason cry as well, since he cries after seeing her own tears.

+ Jazz kind of ‘moves’ throughout the pictures. It is only Jason who is frozen in disbelief and sorrow as Jazz pours her heart out and cries for him. She’s the one singing to and soothing him, while he needs to be comforted after 20 years of killing and almost dying.

+ In the last scene, Jason touches Jazz because he cannot believe that she is real. Meanwhile, Jazz touches him to both see the damage of his scar, wipe away his tears, and reassure him that she is still in love with him.

Over and Over Again (click for clarity)

Inspired by ‘Would You Fall in Love with Me Again’ by Jorge Rivera-Herrans.

Or what if Jason was Odysseus and was forced to be away from his loved ones for 20 years while Jazz was his Penelope, who faithfully keeps the throne secure for him until he returns?

Fresh off the printing press, @gilbirda 🫡 I thought to post it on Monday, but I had a schedule and nothing else to post so… here you go :3

[withleeknow]

ohdeargod we've been graced w/ this minjay/jayho/jaymin(?) this morning - I detest all of these - I might have to government name jay for minseong(?) anywhomst- tinyurl.com/723n8bj9 + tinyurl.com/35x4aep3 ... I have so many nsfwfh incoherent thoughts - 🐈‍⬛ pulling a hyunjin-level move w/ the eyebrow piercing!! - the changbin-ification of mimo in the black vest (+ the chan-esque gaze in frames 4-5-9 😳) WE FRICKIN' WON

god I love jimin but I was lowkey put-off by the over-editing in muse so sonically, everyone's vocal tones sounded a bit off for me (ik everyone does it, but for some songs it was just so pronounced 😵‍💫) which is a shame bc I really vibe w/ the concept:'(( face really does reign superior

of all the members, I think 🥟 is one of the harder personalities to pinpoint in a romantic setting - rdr. is still one of my ♡s in general bc of his soft pabo-esque playfulness + in paris no-less:'))

also a ramble/📖 rec: last month I read red string theory by lauren kung jessen - whilst the writing style was kind avg for me, the concept/vibe was v v refreshing + it came to mind how much the themes resonate with the ones you often include in your writing (esp your mimo-centric works) and this spiderman-meme moment was just a delightful thought this morning 🌱

oh noooo 😭 wdym we won, that is NOT GOODDD for my sanity 😭 it really is the chan and changbinfication of mimo jesus fucking CHRISTTT how am i supposed to go back to normal. then the eyebrow piercing on mr. husbande material what the fuck 😭😭😭 why are you doing this to me today

by the way!! today after werk went to the kpop boba place i told you about and they let me pick a random pc and i pulled himmmst :’)

ahhh that’s interesting to read about muse. tbh for maknae line’s solo albums, i genuinely kinda feel like they’re pressured to put out projects that they themselves aren’t that enthusiastic about just so the fans could have smth to consume during enlistment and during the hiatus. i am a firm believer in the theory that tae didn’t love layover lol and only released it so everyone (sans jin) would have a solo album out before enlistment. but yeah with muse, overall i enjoyed it but it wasn’t groundbreaking or anything yk, and it looks like jimin wasn’t as involved as he was when he did face (superior album!!) bc even tho i liked it, most of it really is just basic, palatable pop lol

oh lmao i STRUGGLE writing him. he’s among the ones that are hardest for me to write (hyunjin, felix, chan, changbin bc with these 4 specifically, it’s so difficult not to feel like you’re writing the same person 4 times over lol

RED STRINGGG 😭 oh you have no idea how big i am on the red string theory lmao we reinforce this notion every day hahahahha i am insufferable qbout it 🤣

[mochiimadness]

Hey, I dunno if your still taking requests but I have one!

What about s/o having hair like Entrapta's from She-Ra? I would love to see how they would react to their s/o with that!

Hello, I'm sorry for the long wait! I'm finally getting around to answering old requests, before opening new ones.

I haven't seen She-Ra, but I did look Entrapta up, so I hope I haven't gotten anything wrong!

Neon Leon

Leo is both insanely fascinated over your hair-

But also, very very terrified at first.

Remember when Leo wore that blond wig that ended up being completely and utterly evil??

Leo does.

Leo has flashbacks of this when he first sees you using your hair to grab a mug off the counter that was just out of hands reach.

May or may not have screamed.

"S/o, I don't mean to freak you out but- YOUR HAIR IS CURSED!"

"What- wait no it's just-"

"Don't worry- I got this!" he says, as he whips out his sword

Cue panicked screaming from everyone in the room as Leo attempts to 'save' you

He really thought you were in danger okay-

After managing to convince Leo to not chop off your hair,

You have to explain to him that your hair isn't actually cursed by some weird dude looking to steal stuff

"I was born like this, I can just make my hair move and stuff."

Cue Leo's suspicious squinting.

He does believe you! He just cant help peaking around corners detective style to spy on your hair at first.

Once he gets use to it tho, he's got to admit, having hair you can use to grab things jussst barely out of reach is amazing!

His jaw drops when he realizes you can fight using your hair too-

Your hair wraps around a rather slippery warthog mutant and launches him several feet away

Leo is staring in shock and possible fear

They'd been trying to get a hold on that mutant for ages, and you just managed to grab him no problem???

And launch him like a soft ball???????

Mad respect

Enchanted/cursed hair or not, Leo's just glad it's not using you for evil!

Plus, you seem to be having fun, so he's cool with it now.

Don Tron

Donnie's insanely curious about your hair

Absolutely runs some tests and experiments (with your permission ofc)

He's seen you lift mugs and smaller objects-

But what's the weight limit???

Is it like a muscle that can be trained to lift more over time????

Is it possibly sentient?!

You let him come up with new theories

But as soon as the conspiracy board and red strings come out,

You're lifting him with your hair and carrying him away for a break.

He loves when you help him out in the lab

Using your hair to grab and hold tools or parts

It's similar to using his spider arms, but 10x better since it's his s/o helping him.

Your hair also inspires him to make a different version of his spider arm battle shell-

This one using a more fluid movement to match your hair!

He lowkey looks like Doc Oc...

Villains do their best to avoid you both

Having one person who can grab and yeet them away was bad enough-

But now there's two??????

They are sprinting as fast as they can

Not fast enough though!

You're able to use your hair to grab and swing from walls, catching up to villains with ease

Donnie's impressed, you didn't even need a tracking device!

You two also found out another trick you could do,

You're able to use your hair as a extra set of arms- so you both came to a realization

You could use your hair to hold more controllers.

You two need an extra player???

Bam, you're holding two more controllers

Donnie cackles manically every time you two score extra points using this method

Is it technically cheating????

Maybe

You can't deny it takes a lot of skill and practice to do though, so who cares?

Not you and Donnie, that's who!

Mystic Mike

:0 !!!

Your hair can move?!?!

Please please show him what you can do!

Absolutely loves seeing all your tricks

From lifting a mug, to scaling a building-

He thinks you and your hair are awesome!!

One day, he's literally in the middle of talking to you when he interrupts his own sentence in a huge realization-

"So then I chased them down on the shells hogs and- WAIT WAIT HOLD THE PHONE-"

"Holding."

"NOW ANSWER IT!"

"Hellooo?"

"You can use your hair to paint!!!!"

Cue both of you jumping up and sprinting to his room

You can, in fact, use your hair to paint!

Whether it be using your actual hair as a paintbrush,

Or holding multiple brushes and items at once!

It makes art time ten times more efficient- but also extremely chaotic

Sure, now you both have easy access to art materials, but now your hair can literally spin everything

The guys entered the living room one day and saw it absolutely covered in buckets of paint

You are now banned from holding stain causing items in the common areas and Donnie's lab.

When you two go fight together

Mikey quickly learns that you can use your hair to help climb and scale buildings

Which leads to you crawling upside down on a ceiling at full speed, with Mikey floating beside you, at enemies

There are high pitched shrieks whenever you join the battle

You may or may not be a local cryptid now.

"S/O, they're calling you a spider mutant!"

"Nice."

Big Red

Like Leo,

Raph also thinks your hair is alive

Though, he's more concerned than fearful

If your hair is alive, then should he ask it if he can pat your head??

You reassure him that your hair is not alive or sentient

He's still wary about it though

Definitely gives it suspicious looks when you're not looking just to test it

When you catch onto this though, you start moving your hair 'without your knowledge' just to play around

Raph shrieks

"I KNEW IT!!!"

You'll have to explain that you were just pranking him lmao

He does realize that your hair isn't alive eventually though.

Is genuinely impressed by what your hair can do

Especially when he realizes you can lift heavier objects too

If you're able to lift him with your hair, he'll scream

Definitely has a fanboy moment

"WHAT!? How is it so strong?!?"

Even if you can't lift him with your hair,

He's still impressed!

Throughout the day, you'll use your hair to grab things that are out of reach and hand it to him

Usually it's subconscious,

Like when he just barely got into a comfy spot after a long patrol and realizes his phone is just out of reach

You grab it and hand it to him offhandedly

Or when he's sleeping and the blanket slips off, you'll reach around to pull it back up and make sure he's covered

He appreciates these little gestures so much

Absolutely warms his heart and makes him a little misty eyed.

During battle,

He sees you literally form a fist shape with your hair and deck a rather aggressive yokai right in the face,

Sending them flying down the street

Raph will stop and stare in awe

"Woah!! S/O that's amazing!"

He's so proud of you

Then he realizes the hidden city police are making their way towards the two of you

Cue both of you hauling it towards the nearest portal

"GO GO GO!"

"I CAN'T GO BACK TO JAIL!"

Hey everyone, I'm going through my old requests and writing them. I can't promise I'll get to all of them, but I'll do my best when I have time!

Sorry for the huge wait, life got crazy

[dracoxsworld]

The Boy at the Bar - Draco Malfoy x Reader.

A/N: Hey friends here is another Draco Fic, I have one in my drafts but I am lowkey convinced it'll flop. Idek, haha. Enjoy this one. :)

Warnings/Summary: No warnings in this one! Slight innuendos, but nothin' serious. <3

You enter the Three Broomsticks with Pansy. "Alright, y/n. Scope out the guys, who's your next victim?" She teased, playfully shoving you. You laugh at her joke. "Nobody tonight, I am getting drunk for me only." You say, and point towards yourself. Pansy nodded, however you couldn't tell if it was from her being shocked or impressed. Probably both.

You and Pansy went out every weekend, scoped out guys from your school, got drunk with them and well.. Had fun with them. It was just what you both bonded over. A strange topic some would argue, but hey; you're both young. No strings attached is the way to go.

"Hey, Potter is over there." Pansy motioned to the boy with the messy black hair and circle glasses. "Ugh, never in a million years." You shudder. "I'm sure he's.. good. But he's not my type." You add. "I am not sure he would lie with a Slytherin anyway." Pansy admitted. You nodded in agreeance. Pansy saw Blaise, and her face immediately turned red. You noticed and nudged her in his direction. "I think I found my pick of the night." Pansy said, biting her lip. You laugh, "Have fun, Pansy."

You sat at the bar, alone, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when all of the sudden you feel a presence sit next to you, you looked and was shocked at who it was. Draco Malfoy. "Draco," You greeted. He looked down at you and smirked. "Well if it isn't y/l/n." You feel your ears get hot. He always calls you by your last name, even in school. To tell the truth, you've always had a fascination with the blonde boy. But he always seemed so busy with the other Slytherin girls. "Better believe it." You respond. "Snarky, as always." He huffs, sitting down next to you, but then slightly moves to get up again, as if he changes his mind. "Do you have a boy with you tonight, y/l/n?" he asks. You shake your head, motioning with your hand to tell him he can sit back down.

"Surprising." He leered. You do a double take. "Excuse me?" You stammered. "I am in this bar every weekend, too, y/n. Plus, Pansy always tells me your stories. I'm not stupid." Draco remarked. You stare at him for a moment. "Don't pretend you're all innocent, you have a new chick on your arm every week." You said bluntly. Draco laughed. "Are you upset about that?" He teased. "No!" You barked. He put up his hands defensively. You turn towards your watered down butter beer. "I have a theory, that's all." He admitted. You whip your head in his direction. "A theory?" You question. "Yes, a theory," Draco concurred. "Well? Let's hear it." You demanded.

"Impatient, are we? Well, I think you get all these guys' attention to replace the one who's you really want." He speculated. "Are you talking about yourself?" You said, raising an eyebrow. "I never said that, but if this is your confession-"

"You are ridiculous. I mean, actually insane." You sigh, starting to leave your seat. "Hey! You never confirmed my theory." Draco said, his hand flying to your waist. You freeze. His hands are cold, you look at him. You cautiously think about your next move. "Darling, you should be with somebody who will love you in the correct way." Your ears get hot again. "I notice the way your face gets red when I say your last name." He implored. You sit down again. "Good girl, now, let's speak- shall we?"

"Draco, I have had a crush on you since I met you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" You finally spit out, after a moment of putting the sentence together carefully in your now overwhelmed brain. "But every time I thought I had your attention for more than a second, like magic, another girl appeared on your arm. Like.. some trophy." Draco's expression changed, it was originally very ornery, but has changed to empathy. "I never thought you'd think of me like you think of them."

"Y/N." Draco started. "You don't even compare. You're so much better than them,"

"Then why didn't you like, ask me out?" You implored.

"That's a good question." Draco sighed, "I am a bit of an idiot sometimes." He said truthfully but you couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not an idiot. I get it. Neither of us knew really how the other felt." You said, Draco nodded. He then looked around, then at you. "Y/N? Can you follow me somewhere, do you mind?" He asked, holding out his hand, smiling at you. "Sure, where we goin'?"

Draco led you to the Black Lake, the moonlight shining on the water, you both sat on the ground, looking out on the water. Draco's pale face was perfectly illuminated in the moonlight, looking handsome as ever. There was a slight, warm breeze in the night.

Draco looks over at you, tucks your hair behind your ear. "You're so beautiful." He half whispers. You struggle to make eye contact without blushing to an embarrassing amount. "I mean, hell, y/n. You're breath taking."

"You're incredibly handsome, Malfoy." You finally got the courage to say. "Sorry I'm not good at flirting, usually I'm drunk." You confessed. Draco laughed in response. "You're adorable, I'm handsome, we make a good fit." he grinned. He stood up, holding his hand out to you again, you take it and he pulls you to your feet. His cold hand rests on the side of your face, he looks into your eyes.

"Draco.." You whisper out. "Yes, y/l/n?" You lean in and kiss him, he hums in the kiss. His other arm wraps around your waist. You feel his thumb on your face softly rubbing back and fourth. The kiss breaks. "Be my girlfriend y/n, please." Draco proposes. You nod softly, your face nuzzling into his neck. He embraces you, wrapping you in his arms. You feel warmth in your chest, and your ears go hot.

"I never fail to make you blush."

"Oh shut it."

[imthatpowerful]

i definitely think it’s red string theory cuz there’s literally no other explanation 😖 also you guys ARE SOOOO CUTE OMG he definitely chose you too you guys are MEANT TO BE ur like perfect for eachother AHHHH im lowkey fangirling rn

i don't know if anybody would agree, but do you ever feel like perhaps your s/o from your dr chose you?? like it felt so right to decide to be with them???? if you remember my last poll i posted, that's what i feel about it..

[kithtaehyung]

Okay Ryen I’m officially caught up on the chisme (I had missed a bunch) but I may or may not have started yet another note in my phone with my rambling scenarios…I lowkey wanna submit like a final theory time/predictions ask before the drop 🫣 just to really clown myself you know 😂. But I definitely need time to collect my thoughts (not to mention I need to look at those visual spoilers you dropped a while back)…the note is a mess 😳

Cause this is gonna be me reading 3tan9 when it drops…who’s in??? 😂

LMFAOOO mikayla with the notes!! You better submit while there’s still time🤪 Lots to think about and consider and there have already been so many theories buzzing about😩

Always ready to say it with your chest because you never know.. could be right🫣 Oh yes the visual spoilers, as well!! Gotta take those into account while you setup all the red string LOL.. we’ll see if anyone’s gonna put those clown shoes on!🤣

[brick-by-dumbass-brick]

⚠️spoilers ahead for Eclipse Lake⚠️

So my guess was correct, Amity and Hunter are two sides of the same coin.

Amity and Hunter both grew up thinking they needed to prove they were worthy of existing. Hunter, obviously to a more severe degree, but either way it’s really messed up.

Amity is 14. And she’s JUST now realizing that she doesn’t need to prove she’s worthy of existing not only to her abusive parents, but to Luz as well, someone who’s shown her nothing but love this entire show.

She was so happy to be with Luz, and couldn’t fathom disappointing her.

Dealing with abuse from her parents as long as she did, Amity threw all logic out the window when Hunter told her Luz might not be happy with her.

She misread the tamagotchi messages and thought Luz was threatening their relationship if she didn’t return with the titan’s blood, despite that being something Luz would NEVER do.

But she dealt with her abuse for 14 years. It’s hard to change your mindset so quickly when you have trauma that deep.

Hunter is 16, and was literally digging his own grave and like lowkey losing it thinking he couldn’t return to Belos unless he had titan’s blood. Because according to Belos, “it’d be a hassle to find a replacement”.

Also- !!!! Wtf I feel like none of us were expecting the face reveal already

His ears look cut. Idk why he’d do that, but they’re much smaller and sharper looking than little every other witch’s ears.

Anyways

I’m scared now that Belos has titan’s blood, but Luz does too now. And at least Hunter has some to bring back so Belos won’t “replace” him yet.

This episode was a lot. I’m so worried for Hunter. I’m so worried for Luz.

And we’re pretty sure Hunter is a clone now right? After that frame of Belos’ book?

I’ve already seen a few theories that Belos might take over Hunter’s body, or that Hunter might die at the end of 2a or 2b, and I’m not sure what to think of them. I could see Hunter dying as a possibility, but I’m not sure how likely of a possibility it is exactly.

And we have yet to see Camilla in that room with the red strings on the wall or Luz in that lake. Which is weird, because we thought that would be shown in this episode. I wonder what it is then.

I’m not prepared for the hiatus that will follow but I know us fans will keep each other company with theories and art and memes