#ghStrings2025

[immovablewill]

As the first rays of sunlight peek through the windows, you stir from your sleep. Today, too, should begin with another lazy start, another series of sleepy routines, another sigh that it’s yet another workday—but something feels different. An unfamiliar weight on your finger. You feel it tug. Once, twice, soft yet persistent. You groggily open your eyes and find that, wrapped around your pinky, is a red string.

Just as your confusion grows, you discover a small note in your palm:

Alone on a day like this? Don't tell me you've forgotten the occasion~ How sad for you! Luckily, Miss Sparkle's got you covered. That red string tied to your pinkie? It links you up with some other lonely soul in the cosmos, forever! Or until you undo the knot, at least. No, simply pulling at it won't do anything—aside from amputate a finger, at least. ( note: miss sparkle is not responsible for any bodily harm that the constituent may experience ) It's designed specifically not to come off by any normal means… of course, I would never make you go through something as boring as that. If you want to pull it apart, I need you to do something really special with the person you're connected with… MAKE LOVE GREAT AGAIN! How exactly will you do that? Convince me of your romance! Devote yourselves completely to love, and the string might just undo itself from joy. And I mean completely, by the way. The string is designed specifically not to recognize mediocrity. So fake it til you and your partner make it—or actually feel your affections blossom within you! What happens if you don't do that? Well… I hope you enjoy being linked with someone for the rest of your life. ( hey, that actually doesn't sound too bad! ) Now, get going. That string's gonna start feeling tight. And, hey—let it never be said that Miss Sparkle left you behind.

You feel another sharp tug on the string. Looks like your partner's woken up as well.

WELCOME TO SPARKLE'S SCARLET STRINGS!

By popular demand (the demand coming from me, myself, and I, Milky), I come in peace with a VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT!

Why is this posted on Kujou Sara? Don’t worry about it, her account’s been hacked.

HERE'S HOW TO PARTICIPATE:

Please use this form to register your muses for the event. Registration is open until February 12, 2025, at 11:59PM EST.

Prompts for you and your partner to choose from shall be posted on February 13, 2025 at 11:59 PM EST, with the event ending on February 21, 2025 at 11:59PM EST. You only need to do one prompt for the strings to undo, but feel free to do more or mix and match them if you want to!

If you have any questions, feel free to DM me on discord or send an ask here!

Posts related to this event shall be tagged under #GHStrings2025!

[thetruthbehindtherose]

Lisa had expected some form of payback for her little stunt, of course she did. It'd be too generous of her partner to allow her to get away with such a maneuver without some form of retaliation in this temptuous tango of theirs. Her just desserts for 'poking the bear', as it were.

But this? Never in her life would she have expected to end up pinned like this. Like she were some high schooler getting cornered by the resident 'playboy' of the student body.

. . .To think some of her school-aged fantasies would be realized later on in life. This Kafka was making it their mission to claim many firsts today, it would seem.

". . .Goodness," It's released as a breath that's more felt than heard, her hand resting upon her breast as though it could do anything to still her now fluttering heart. A baffled laugh leaves her while she takes a moment to collect herself. Lord Barbatos, were her cheeks getting warm? "You certainly know how to give a performance convincing enough to woo a lady! I'd better watch my step, else Fate won't be the only one falling for 'Act One' of this little play~"

A step to move away from the wall of bark at her back, another to carry her further to bring her shoulder to shoulder with Kafka. She brings their joined hands around to guide them out from the shade of the tree into the warming rays of the sun.

"It's a little early for drinking, even in this darling, wine-loving city I call home, but I'd be delighted to show you a local hotspot for a bite to eat," She gives a gentle tug, encouraging the other to follow after her. "Come, Little Kafka~"

She'd been caught off guard, but the 'game' wasn't won just yet. Now she held the handle to the leash.

A Connection Like Electricity

Scarlet Strings Mini-Event 2025 w/ @fermatafour

[immovablewill]

Like a scene from a movie fading to black, the "String of Fate" wrapped around your pinky vanishes just as quietly as it had appeared, dissolving into the stars the moment the clock strikes midnight. There's no grand fanfare, dramatic unravelling, or fireworks to fill the night sky to celebrate the end of your suffering (or, to some, newly found flame) Only... a silent fade into nothingness, as if it was never there. Perhaps you never even noticed it left your finger at all, too preoccupied, too busy. Now that you've noticed it's gone, however, you can only stare at your freed hand, a quiet question lingering in the air... Did following the Fool’s note even matter, in the end? Or were you simply made a spectacle for her own amusement?

And so marks the end of Sparkle's Scarlet Strings!

Thank you, everyone, for participating in this silly little Valentine's Event and I sincerely hope you enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed reading your threads! While the event may have ended, please feel free to continue the threads you have anyway if you so wish! I'd love to see how your silly chaotic stories conclude.

Thank you Mik (Sparkle mun!) for allowing me to use Sparkle as the face for this event, and for helping me with the graphics! Likewise, thank you GH Mods for letting me do this as well!

As per tradition from my country, Philipinazuma, below is the congratulatory tarpaulin designed especially for the most memorable pair so far...

I wanted to make some for others, too, but I couldn't find enough picture of graduation gowns without people's faces. Anyone another jumscare would have been Blade and Wanderer BECAUSE WHAT THE HECK CAN THEY BE NORMAL FOR ONCE?

Anyway, thank you again, everyone!

[immovablewill]

You pull and pull, yet try as you might there doesn’t seem to be any signs of wear on the string at all. It remains stubbornly intact as if made of something magical–something unbelievably strong and ridiculously indestructible. Frustration grows, but then you remember the words scrawled on the note: to undo the spell, you need only do one thingー Make Love Great Again!

And thus begins Sparkle's Scarlet Strings!

Below is the list of prompts you and your partner may choose from. Remember, you only need to fulfill one prompt for the strings to undo themselvesーhowever, you are always free to do more or mix and match as you wish!

APPLE OF MY EYE - The red string pulls you toward a person you least expect, and now you have to pretend to be romantically interested in them for the day! Or worst, decade! Worry not, though. You need only convince FIVE people that the two of you are truly head over heels for each other, and the string’s spell should come off! Surely a bit of PDA here and there won’t kill you?

LOVE IS BLIND! - The two of you are trapped in a course full of red hearts, roses, stuffed toys and other cheesy romantic things. Try as you might to leave; you only find yourselves back in the middle! The only way out? One of you must wear a blindfold, and the other has to use their words to guide you out of the course with them!

THROUGH THE STOMACH - Following the string has led the two of you into a kitchen, and suddenly, you’re tasked with cooking a romantic meal for each other with no rules but one! You must include chocolate in everything. After all, Valentine’s is all about chocolates, is it not? Careful though, your meal HAS to be good or else you get zapped!

GLUE STICKS AND HEARTSTRINGS - Your red string forces you both into a DIY craft project—building a Valentine’s Day gift for one another! Ooh! Romantic! Expect glitter, glue, and the most heartfelt creations! And hey, no half-assing it!

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT (or not?) - You and your partner are (or are pretending to be) strangers who have just met on Valentine’s Day. You must try to convince each other that your love for them is real! Be it through a date, a movie night, a picnic, or what have you! Go on then, swoon them. Pull out a serenade or two! Give them a bouquet of chilis! Write them a poem!

SHORT END OF THE STRING - Oh, oops. We’ve run out of strings, clumsy, clumsy! Your string of fate appears to be shorter than the rest, and each time you try to pull away it only grows shorter! Oh me, oh my! It looks like the only way to solve this is for you to hold hands for the rest of the day! 

HEART TO HEART - We get it! You’re the villain. You’re mean and everyone hates you or you want everyone to, but listen! It’s the day of love! And right now you can’t help but feel like opening up, even if just a little. So why don’t you sit down with your partner? Have a little heart-to-heart! Maybe once you’ve learned how to be honest with someone you’ll be less of a meanie! 

PERFECT VALENTINE’S - What is a perfect Valentine’s? Nobody knows! Thankfully, though, we’ve got YOU to help us figure that out! But what’s this, what’s this? You try to set up the perfect picnic and suddenly it rains! You try to book for a fancy dinner but oops, all tables have been reserved! As if misfortune's stalking you, nothing seems to be working out! How are you two going to make Valentine’s perfect now? :( Best start thinking, or else there’s no cutting that string!

P.S. I LOVE YOU - The red string has led you to a quaint little post office, where you and your partner are tasked with writing heartfelt letters to each other. But here’s the twist: you must write the letters as if you’re saying goodbye forever, pouring alllllll your unspoken feelings onto the page! The catch? Once the letters are sealed and sent, you’ll have to read them aloud to each other in front of a crowd of romantic onlookers! Will your words be sincere enough to melt hearts, or will the pressure make you stumble over your words? Remember, the red string won’t loosen until your words truly swoon the audience!

2 TRUTHS 1 LIE - What better way is there to strengthen each other’s bond than to learn more about each other?! Weeeelllllcome to today’s latest Valentine’s Day game show! Brought to you by Penacony’s finest cupids! As today’s guest, you and your partner must play a game of 2 Truths and 1 Lie! The catch? Heh. You have to guess which one is the lie correctly three times in a row, or start alllll over again!

IMPERIAL NUISANCE - Congratulations! The red string has decided the only way to break its spell is for you to annoy each other relentlessly all day! Whether it’s by stealing their last Sweet Madame, “accidentally” forgetting to heal them during a fight, or even hitting them when “you didn’t mean to”, you must find creative ways to get under each other’s skin! Just remember, our theme is still Valentine’s and love and romance and what have you! So try to see if you can make each other laugh through the annoyance while you’re at it!

Don't forget!

Please tag all threads with #GHStrings2025

The event lasts until February 21, 2025 at 11:59PM EST

If you have any questions, feel free to DM me on discord or send an ask here!

Now set forth! Save Valentine's Day with your story of chaos love!

[trailblczed]

At this point, with everything Caelus has gone through while visiting three planets after waking up on Herta's Space Station, the lad isn't even surprised that he's stuck in another non-sense situation. Sometimes tells him this is Aha's doing, but he doesn't think too long on it as a note left on his desk catches his attention. "to undo the spell, you need only do one thingー Make Love Great Again!" is written on it, and Caelus can do nothing but sigh as he stares at the bright red thread attached to his finger.

Granted, Caelus would typically have asked for some help with his new situation ( as he usually needs help, and has no idea what love is supposed to be like [ aside from a few romance novels he read in his free time ] ), he can't find the courage to bother his family with something that doesn't necessarily seem dangerous or life-threatening. They already deal with him and his problems enough as it is- the boy can handle this on his own ( hopefully.. ).

Caelus sneaks out of the Express ( why sneak though? ), using the multitude of space anchors to teleport around to find out where his supposed "fated partner" is at. It is an honest surprise, to say the least, that the string seems to have no change in strength or color until he jumps onto The Trailblaze’s Stern that the thread's light starts to pulse, almost mimicking a heartbeat.

One would think that having his "fated one" in an area ( technically ) under his jurisdiction would make him feel better, but it doesn't. There are far too many people that come and go, and he's still a little on edge after Sparkle's whole.... threaten to blow up the ship thing.

But, what's it to a Trailblazer to take some risks ( it's not really a risk, Caelus but okay- ) every now and then?

And he's glad he strides into the room with confidence ( hiding the underlying concern and unease ), because when his eyes trail along the scarlet string, and sees who it's attached to, Caelus lets out a large sigh of relief. Dr. Vertias Ratio. A companion. A friend. Thank whatever Aeon is looking out for him- it's not a stranger or someone he doesn't like. While he doesn't know the doctor very well, this could honestly be a good way to get to know him better! Score!

Oh.. but how the hell is he supposed to approach the man about this "random note" saying Caelus had to "be in love" with Vertias toget rid of some odd thing attached to him..? Well, Caelus never has been a good liar, nor does he see a reason to- he's already seen as fairly odd, so what's one more thing to add to his listen of peculiarities?

Best to be direct.

Slightly hesitant, but mostly nervous, the Trailblazer saunters over towards the lavender haired man. Thankfully, the man didn't appear too busy, so he doesn't feel as bad for approaching him so suddenly.

❛ Hey therreeee Teach... so uh- Before I say anything, I gotta ask you something. ❜

The silver starts, sounding way more poised than he feels as he waves his had that has the red thread connecting the two of them together.

❛ ..Do you see it too? ❜

a "love" story featuring @incitomniaveritas

☆ me (m[redacted]) my not wiki boyfriend (m30+) and our drastic (20cm) height difference

【 gnostic hymns' scarlet strings event ── the apple gets the short string 】

[huuuugestmoney]

"And that there is precisely why they were happy to gift it to you," Sampo emphasized. "I don't think it was strictly because of your profession…" Though it probably didn't hurt things. But, still! "I think it was because it's you."

Did Baizhu know he had a dashing smile? He could probably use that to his advantage too, if he ever wanted to - not that he seemed the sort.

Ah, but folks could prove surprising in many ways if you let them.

Like just now, for instance.

"Aha ha~! Yeah, ol' Sampo can't imagine what it might've been like to get stuck to someone, err, difficult. What a drag of a day that coulda been." Baizhu was just acting, right? But he had such a sincere air about him...

Get ahold of yourself, Sampo!! You silly, silly fool.

"Of course! Shall we? A sit sounds good - it's nice to pause and just take everything in, sometimes." Ah, he was rambling something fierce, wasn't he? Sit down and shut up a second, Sampo.

A moment of reprieve, indeed. . .

A moment to pause and catch up on his surrounds, both within and without. Say, was it just him or was Baizhu's hand kinda cold? He'd not noticed before, with how definitely not distracted he'd been. Airy smile accompanied the salesman as he seated himself, almost humming, next to his temporary partner. Intimate talks, huh...

Sampo pondered, quite fleetingly, if he was ready to face that kind of thing. No small part of him wanted to ask if Baizhu was doing all right, but of all the people in the stars, he knew well enough: everyone had their secrets. For a moment, he followed the other's gaze skyward,

but it didn't take long for emerald eyes to settle back down to earth, uncharacteristically pensive.

Again: such thought had been fleeting,

broken first by a touch, and further yet shattered by a whisper.

Ear tips reddened.

"O-oh--"

Oh dear.

"I, umm-"

Congratulations, Dr. Baizhu! You've ☆~flustered~☆ him!

"Me? Expecting more? I mean, w-well-- well played, hehe! Look, the string's loosened!"

Hand flailed slightly in show. Look! Look there! Look anywhere but his face inevitably darkening to match his ears. In fact, the thread had not merely loosened - it had fallen right off. Blinking at the realization, Sampo paused, thumping heart taking second seat just a moment.

So then...

"... I... I guess the game is up, huh..."

Probably Baizhu had work to be getting back to. Heck, maybe Sampo had some sweet, sweet news of more credits waiting for him back home. That always cheered him up!

...Yeah.

business comes first before love

⊹ ࣪ ˖ SPARKLE'S SCARLET STRINGS. / baizhu + sampo.

[jxrmngxndr]

It occurred to him, then, when the sensation of firm palm met firm palm, unflinching and foreign to him in the space of the years, the millennia it had been since his hand had gripped something living, that this fellow reminded him of someone - and he almost smiled, the flood of nostalgia reaching him then, in spite of the defiance and vitriol.

That, too, was nostalgic.

"Of course." If this was all it took to gain the man's cooperation, then he would don the mantle of leader, of the firm leash needing to be tugged taut to direct that aggression where it needed to go. "Then let's find this entity, and prevent this sort of nuisance from happening again, to anyone else."

And here, the string seemed conflicted. It buzzed its warmth, a trilling little tremor of pleasure that coursed up his arm and settled on his heart like a cloak, the strangest contentment that had not been there before, the moment their palms pressed together and fingers closed in firm grip. It almost loosened, tremulously, if only to accommodate a less awkward posture for them to stand side-by-side with their hands clasped between them.

But as though sensing the intent in their hearts, that faint gold glimmer twinkled in and out in a manner that Kevin could only describe as panic.

"The string." Lifting their hands in demonstration, eyes flicking along the traces of light it left in the air, the ghost of its impression, he settled cool gaze on the pinning aperture of the other man's bionic eye. "If you cannot trace it, then I will find the power behind it."

this is our get-along red string of fate

[aevitium]

"Oh?"

The sweet curl of her smile turns foxlike at the suggestion. "I hadn't taken you for a rebel, Miss Robin. I'm flattered to be worth a few broken rules~"

She's teasing and, if the soft flutter of ivory down is any indication, she's right to be.

"Well, I could never say no to such a tempting offer." Elysia settles her chin in her palm, cants her head just so. It begs the question of which truths to tell, for she is not often a woman of many. Not a liar, no, but a girl with secrets is only so far off. Robin is a sweet creature, an earnest one-- in exchange for Ego's petty truths, she has offered a real glimpse into herself.

A thoughtful sound, high in her throat.

"Three truths, then. Let's see... I chose the name Elysia for myself when I was a little girl." The memory comes with a soft hum before she continues. "My ears are the result of an experimental surgery I participated in, and all of my friends call me Ellie, so I'd like it if you did too~"

Content with her truths, she nods towards where the string sits between the other's fingers. "So then how about you do the same? If keeping this little string between us is your plan, that is~"

✧ ˖ — wuh luh wuh ?

scarlet strings 2025 ♡ !!

[currentlyoffwork]

     His wallet was suffering.  Alhaitham was not at all on a tight budget, but...

     Archons above, just how many types of chocolate existed?  And why was this many needed?  He could understand the need for variety, but to cook?  Alhaitham strongly doubted that two grown males could consume sixteen kilograms of cacao beans in a single night.

     And no, he would not consider a second night.  He really would like nothing more than to just go home, clean the day off of him, and read a book before falling asleep.  Which he'd normally do, if he didn't need to cook unreasonable amounts of food using equally unreasonable amounts of chocolate.

     Although, the more time he spent with this... oni, he had called himself, he grew increasingly confident that he would, in fact, be able to eat all sixteen kilograms by himself.

     Possibly in one sitting as well.

an oni and a scribe walk into a bar... of chocolate!

starter for @wantedoni || gh scarlet strings minievent

[wind-blumes]

He noticed the string instantly, for nobody tethers the God of Freedom.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be entirely harmless, and upon reading the note, he was certain. A prank: linking two random individuals together to make them profess their love. Venti supposed it was around that time of year; he’d been asked to perform more love songs recently and had seen a higher-than average amount of couples milling around Mondstadt as of late. 

Honestly, it wasn’t half bad of a prank; perhaps even one he might have pulled off himself! He figured he might as well play along, to congratulate this ‘Sparkle’ fellow on managing to rope an archon into their schemes.

Now, it was time to find who was on the other end of the line… and bring them a nice surprise! 

The thread led him to the bustling streets of the Court of Fontaine. Heads turned as Venti walked determinedly down the path, a rather large bouquet of Cecilias hidden behind his back. Ignoring them all, he kept his eye trained on his target standing in front of the Hotel Bouffes d'ete. 

When at last Venti finally reached him, he knelt and dramatically offered the bouquet. “At last!” he cried. “My travels have taken me far and wide, to find you, who I wish to be by my side! To you a bouquet I humbly provide; now I ask: will you be mine?”

to you, my love (?)

Sparkle's Scarlet Strings | @feliscus

[boltsunder]

The loud, resounding shriek that emanates from Reca immediately causes her ears to flatten against her skull, wincing from the decibels that he manages to reach. Sure, maybe to a human it sounds perfectly normal-- but Feixiao has literal radars on top of her head. There's no way it's going to sound good, pleasant, or anything of the sort... and her shoulders slump slightly when she realizes that she's about to be lectured on her 'performance'. "Listen, I warned you-- I'm no good at these things!" The General puts her hands up in mock surrender, a frown almost akin to a pout staying plastered across her face. "I've never been any kind of an artsy type. That includes acting." "But, also.... Loins? LOINS? YOU EXPECT ME TO NOT LAUGH WHEN YOU WRITE ABOUT CHURNING LOINS?"

Her eyes are watering. They're watering so bad. Honestly, she wouldn't even feel embarrassed if anyone thought she was about to cry out of sadness-- even though these are tears of laughter that are threatening to burst forth in a waterfall. This is an exception. She has to read more of this? Okay, okay.... Feixiao takes a deep breath and steadies herself; the better job she does, the quicker she can escape this place, and the faster she can be rid of this damned string around her finger. Leave it to her luck to be paired with someone that was a complete opposite of her. As instructed, the General flips to the appropriate page before attempting to read it out loud. "Oh, my dearest, my moon and my sun, Without you, my darling, I am but a leaf... Lost in the wind, overwhelmed by my grief. But with you, oh love, I feel nothing but bliss, Forever and always, I long for your kiss-" Feixiao drops the paper before bringing a hand to her forehead, the shaky breath that follows the only evidence of her opinion on the poem so lovingly constructed for her. "Can.... Can you read the rest of this? Maybe I can get inspiration from how you do it." No. More like if she doesn't stop now, she'll never recover.

@memoriauteur

Now Playing: Pearl Harbor 2

GHStrings2025 w/ @memoriauteur

[octoboltflash]

Acheron can't help but allow a shadow of a smile to tug at the corners of her lips as her fingers run along the rim of the teacup set in front of her; he's got the right ideas and the right ways of expressing them, and for that she's thankful-- two minds are much better than one, though the content that this "string" requires of them is... nerve-wracking. Yet if it's what's required for her to return to her freedom as a lone wanderer, then so be it. "Perhaps it is cruel. But for myself, I'm simply appreciative that some aspect of the feeling remains-- it means that not everything is lost... and it serves as a reminder that I was once loved in the past." Violet eyes flicker upwards to settle on his face, and she mulls over both the words he's spoken and the entire premise of this "red string". It's forcing them to be actors and forcing them to feign emotions, but... It's quite difficult for a woman whose entire existence remains muted, including any emotion that she's being forced to exude. "I believe this collaboration with you may further serve to remind me of the warmth of love," Acheron speaks in an even tone as she cradles the teacup and brings it to her lips. She may not be able to taste anything within the herbal blend, but she can appreciate the warmth that spreads from her lips and all the way down to her gut. "We have to be convincing, after all." "It's been ... a long time since I've indulged in something as mundane as a date, yet I believe it may be a good place to start. I'm not familiar with this place-- you seem to be the perfect gentleman to ask for a tour through the quieter areas." "Let's share a few memories, shall we? Maybe they won't remain with me for eternity... but I'll cherish them while they last." Acheron's gloved hand curls around Zhongli's at that point, giving an insistent tug as she rises to her feet and flashes him a subtle smile.

@jadeshielded

taken for granite

GHStrings2025 w/ @jadeshielded

[mrch7th]

okay, well. the first time she knocks into the other, it really is an accident!

march 7th is too busy staring at the string around her pinkie and following it to pay much attention to the world around her. she'd tried tugging at it first—once, and then again even harder, then ow ow ow never mind—but obviously a prank from sparkle wasn't going to be that easy to untangle.

so she announces to the crew that she's going out for the day, then does the most sensible thing and just starts following it. if march reaches the end, then she's sure to run into her partner, right? or maybe the prank is that there's no one on the other end after all.

that thought doesn't get to last long, though. because she does run into her partner!

quite literally. march is rubbing her head with a grimace as she looks up to find her string leads straight to... “it's you!” she cries, raising her pinkie in triumph. then a pause. a blink. she squints at her finger suspiciously. did it just get less tight? “um, did yours get looser too? ugh, don't tell me we have to start hitting each other to get it off...that's not romantic at all.” 　/　 @herrschicken

　❅　short end of the string.

scarlet strings.　⸻　the herrscher of sentience & march 7th

[unfxllenone]

If you want to pull it apart, I need you to do something really special with the person you're connected with…

Lumine fiddles with the string as her steps bring her closer to her partner. It’s pointless to do so, she knows – it’s not like she’s trying to break it off. Not anymore. If her blade doesn’t cut through it, nothing will, and the tugging is, frankly, a little uncomfortable. Who’s to say the person on the opposite end will be pleased with further attempts? A glance at those she passes by reveals no-one else seems to spot her predicament, so she doesn’t even bother trying for help. Though she’s wary of what, exactly, this will lead to, that second sliver of paper –

Maybe once you’ve learned how to be honest….

– comforts her a little. After all, how hard is it to be upfront? When she sees long, purple hair on the other end of the string, she realizes this endeavor might be a little harder than she imagined.

Well – even so!

“Ei?” An easy greeting. It can’t be that bad. Between their shared conversation from the festival and Mizuki’s elaborations that she’s taken to heart, she’s got some semblance of a handle on this. Nobody’s innocent, but that doesn’t mean they’re bound solely to cruelty, either. She fidgets with that string again, offering a huff in amusement. “It’s hard to believe even you can’t remove –”

And then, she promptly goes quiet. That.. isn’t Ei. At all. Though there’s an echo of the Narukami Ogosho for certain, there is far too much here that is decidedly not her. Lumine flushes at the mistake; really, after going to so many worlds, you’d think she’d be more careful.

( What an interesting facsimile it is, though. )

“Sorry – I mistook you for someone else.” A remedying statement, quickly. She holds out her hand, as if the red string is taking blame for this error, too.

"-- but, it looks like we're...."

@originsrebirth

What Dwells Within Her.

Sparkle's Scarlet Strings: Heart to Heart Raiden Mei✧ Lumine

[imaginarynoumenon]

If Otto Apocalypse could have one thing in his immediate term of life, not wishing hopefully but more akin to planning ahead, it was a way to keep the eyes off of him. His clothing is rather extravagant underneath his hooded cloak and the beating sun of this world, but it was better than getting accosted for no reason. Well, could you call looking for material anything truly elaborate without prior information or suspicion? The locals cared not for what he was looking for, just pointing him around like any tourist coming up behind him. 

He was going through his pouch of items after another set of directions to see if he'd forgotten anything when he pulled out a strange piece of paper. He had no immediate memory or recollection of who or what had placed it within his belongings, but reading it…

… he could almost feel a form of cold silence whelming in his chest at not only the audacity but the thought of something from fiction happening in reality. Of course, most science and explainable facts started out as thoughts and hypotheses, a mere twinkle of inspiration. And as he looks at the red string tied the most tight around his fingers, loosening into a rose-like knot that drifted forward with a sway of momentum. 

He moves his hand left and right just lightly, and it untimely points in the same direction with only his hand changing any form of direction. It was tethered to someone—the note dashed the idea of it being a something when it mentioned a person.

He slowly walked through a crowd of people, and the tugging grew a tad stronger. Nothing above a firm tug and pulsing like a magnet, he almost feels irony when it tapers off as he beats a tuft of red hair and gleam of armor. Red, an irony. 

He is within neutral space, and so he puts on a smile. He's used to greeting new firm members and Valkyries to their job while holding up his hand and the offending knot. “I apologize, sir, but does this string have any particular meaning? Would you know how to… get rid of it?” 

@argentiil

[♥️] Red Roses and Hood — Argenti and Otto Apocalypse Thread.

[eventidesong]

THE FIGURE BEFORE HIM, tied to him by the mocking thread of fate, is almost blinding to look at for one who has been succumbed in the depths of the Abyss for nearly a millennium. Even now, Aether strains to look beyond the one that seems to be clad in stellar radiance, lest it irritate his already short hold on patience for whomever had the audacity to invoke fate in a land where fate had long since abandoned them. Still, the paper in his hand demanding him to tell believable lies is almost amusing to the prince, eyes settling on the man before him with a look of intrigued self assuredness.

"Two truths and a lie, such an apt choice..." He thinks upon the past, upon the myriad experiences in his life and the harshness of the gods before settling on uncomfortable words to all who have heard them. "Amidst the stars waits godless beings, wandering from world to world, leaving little but ruin in their wake." A truth, his mind straying to the home he will never see again. "Even now, the tree of knowledge lies in ruins." A lie, Irminsul has not burned since the agony of the human realm ate at its roots so many years ago. "The gods begin to stir, to utter judgement onto all those who descend from beyond the stars." Truth, even now his agents whisper of Ronova's reappearance, as the wheels turn once more towards inevitable reset.

A shift of his leg, letting the string curl in his grasp as eyes watch the being before him. The man is not a vision bearer, nor one from the world the Abyss Prince hailed, and yet energy seems to hum for him, as if Irminsul's roots coiled and twisted towards him in a way they have not done for so long.

"Ah, but how rude of me to begin the game without so much as an introduction..." His name is about to spill from his lips before knowledge rises unquelled. "You'll forgive me for withholding my name, but I find myself unable to trust you just yet, especially when it seems that that accursed tree seems to favour you." Theatrics, a scheme that serves to further only his own plans and hopes as plan after plan formulates for whomever has pulled him to this world of false hopes and promises.

@arboriter

Even the truth sings like blissful lies

Sparkle's scarlet strings - 2 Truths 1 lie w/ Su