#idk I just wanted to say that I find it sad

[zillychu]

hi hello looks at the tags of ur recent act 5 sif art. i wld LOVE to hear more about the stress level mechanic you mentioned if you perhaps wanna ramble about it 👉👈

I kept putting off answering this ask forever bc I wanted to finish the idea it came with, but idk when that will happen so here we go!

This was a game mechanic I thought of while refining an idea for a hypothetical sequel (two actually, for a trilogy), where Siffrin essentially remains OP as hell. But this does not actually make things easier.

Ramblings about the distress level mechanic, and story thoughts under the cut! This contains spoilers!

Re: In Stars and Wind

(get it. re: because it's a sequel. and also re:wind. wind is important. and there are no loops but Sif rewinds. god I'm so funny)

[[ Act I, part I ]]

Starts as a slow, cute holiday where the player gets to control different party members for each part of the story for different points of view and inner thoughts, to get a better feel of where everyone is emotionally.

Now in Bambouche, the party is traveling together, the atmosphere very much a relaxed and welcomed vacation. We see some of the new, but very mild conflict they have to juggle–how everyone has different opinions on handling their exploding fame, different ideas on where to go next… acclimating to Siffrin’s new demeanor and ailments. 

It's nothing terrible! Siffrin is more susceptible to Crafting sickness now, like an old injury that's fully healed but can get sore easily. Using Craft normally tends to mean lingering fatigue, maybe a nap or two. Heavier usage, and he gets body aches and fevers. 

He's also…different, now. They all know, they understand, they take it all in genuine stride. It's just a bit bumpy when Siffrin brings up something he shouldn't know, references things that never happened, still instinctively reaches for their knife or looks for easy ways to die when they feel cornered. Sometimes he gets unreasonably scared in battle, sometimes unreasonably scary. His power fluctuates from lv.1 to lv.999 (wait, wasn't the level cap supposed to be 99?)

Odile and Isa are the first ones seen discussing how odd that is. They saw those after-images of him running through the House on his own, they know he's strong. Much stronger than anyone could be even with years of fighting Sadness. (How long was Siffrin trapped in those loops, anyway?) Hell, he had the power to become something akin to a god.

They chalk up his moments of weakness to Craft Sickness, perhaps even a new and lingering disorder. They're not worried about it being a bother, they're just worried about what it could mean for him. They've brought it up before, but Sif also looked a bit confused and would say he just felt weak and tired for some reason. They think maybe his ridiculous power back then was only there due to the Wish Craft that no longer exists–maybe they're blowing things out of proportion.

Though all in all, everyone is happy! They're all together, seeing new places, becoming closer. 

At the end, they have a campfire picnic at night. It's then that everyone solidifies they're family now, and Sif is struck by how similar it all feels to that night. The night he wished he had back. He breaks down into tears and they try to comfort him, but he's happy. He tells them about that night now lost in the loops, how everything went right that day. Everyone laughs and cries and it's full and bright, their little campfire shining like a star in the night. They all love, and they're all loved. 

[[ Act I, part II ]]

Despite all the warmth. Despite all the joy and progress they've all made. 

Siffrin is still hiding something. 

Back in purely Sif's POV, we find out there's much, much more to his condition than everyone realizes. 

He struggles with keeping his masks in order, some of them popping up against his will. He doesn't have multiple personalities, but he is a bit more extreme with his personas. He tries to be Siffrin, the rogue, the traveler, the friend. But he's also Siffrin, who endured over a year stuck in a time loop, who aged what feels like eons, whose power now rivals a god's and can barely contain his extreme reactions to distress, to knowing or even thinking his family is in danger.

Sometimes, during a fight, he thinks a Sadness hit a friend a bit too hard–and he eviscerates it, gaze too dead and too cold and he can see the way his allies freeze up. Can see their uncertainty, their waiting fear (just like that time). Thankfully, he can shake it off once he notices they're safe, and they relax when he's “back to normal" easy enough. 

But it isn't just battles when this can happen. Sometimes even doing the simplest most mundane thing can slowly slip the contentment off his face (even if he's still happy!), or habitually slip into masking too hard with unnervingly fake smiles. Sometimes he'll simply order some food only to find the shopkeep staring at him warily.

But that's okay. He's used to acting. His family tells him he doesn't need to do that, that he shouldn't hide anymore. But this isn't the same, is it? He really is happy, he's just covering up some weird muscle memory that'll disappear in time. This is a good thing, actually! He's being more honest this way! Right? 

Like he's being “honest” about the Time and Wish Craft irrevocably etched into his soul now. He's not lying, he really does get Craft Sickness easily now! It's just. It's maybe not all coming from his “injury" of overusing Craft and nearly destroying the world. Not entirely. But that's part of it, so he's not lying! 

(Lying by omission is still lying. Stupid. Useless. Don't you ever learn? When will you learn? Can you learn? Why do you keep repeating the same mistakes–)

They're not the same mistakes though! He's getting better at talking to his friends, letting them know when he needs help. He's changing he's changed too much go back go back go back just like they are!

He knows he needs to tell them if something big happens. And he will! He'd never get trapped in a another time loop and not trust them enough to avoid relying on them. He knows now how much it hurts to see a loved one shoulder so much pain when you can be there to help split the burden.

But what's going on is nothing. It's silly! It's just him being silly. There's no reason to tell them about something they'll probably get all worked up over when it's really not that big of a deal. Friends don't tell friends absolutely everything, they've all admitted as much too! Sometimes you do have to balance little white lies, little secrets. Pick and choose which battles to share, which to keep personal. 

So it's really not that big of a deal! He's figuring out why his body still innately uses Time Craft sometimes and he rewinds the world a bit. 

Okay. Okay that sounds so much worse than it is. Really! He's not stuck in a loop anymore, he doesn't rewind whole days. He'll just. Sometimes he'll get hurt, or really scared, or really upset and the world kinda. Blinks back a few minutes, or hours. Back before the thing that caused him distress. 

They don't need to know about that. It's no big deal. Nothing has ever changed drastically anyway (Bonnie would have just gotten scuffed up falling down that hill, that stomach wound Odile sustained could have been easily healed, Isa would have recovered from a broken fractured leg, Mira could have dealt with that overzealous fan herself) 

It wasn't like he watched them die again again again, he didn't die, the world wasn't ending. Everything was fine!

Did that weird cat just talk. 

[Gameplay changes from here, traveling from town A to town B. There are still a lot of Sadness roaming about, you save a couple people, etc etc]

[[End of Act I]]

[GAMEPLAY DIFFERENCES]

Everything is the same, but has additional statuses now!

Buffs and debuffs have two levels, normal (1 level) and critical (2 levels)

In addition to HP, there's now distress (DL= distress level)

Distress increases with: 

Battle duration

Damage taken (healing proportionally reverses this) (lower HP = bigger increase)

Allies getting hit with Criticals

Allies getting low on HP

New enemy attacks that inflict negative emotions

Stress decreases with: 

Healing

Shields and buffs 

New distress-specific items

New neutral Craft ability: Breathe

Resets to 0 after battle victory

Effects of distress:

When personal distress hits a certain percentage, allies gain certain debuffs and/or buffs (intentionally made to show stress can be beneficial, up to a point)

20%: ATK/DEF/ATKSPD up (1)

40%: ATK/ATKSPD up (1), DEF down critically (2) (most mob fights stop around here)

60%: ATK up (1), DEF/ATKSPD down critically (2)

80%: ATK/DEF/ATKSPD down critically (2)

100%: Cannot act. Essentially frozen, can only be decreased with specific items/skills or battle end.

Siffrin only: 

As personal distress increases, the chance increases that Siffrin loses control of his strength, dealing massive damage 1.5x above a Critical, but at a cost. These are called Overclocked attack/Crafts (haha, get it?)

Overclocked attack: Hits all enemies and your party, lowering HP (including yourself)

Overclocked Craft: Increases both ally and enemy stress (including yourself)

80%: Act 5 Siffrin unlocked. Sprite permanently changed until distress is lowered under 50%. All attacks/Crafts are now Overclocked, and he only has DEF down critically. Allies gain distress 1.5x faster.

100%: Unleashes Wish Craft immediately (regardless of turn order), dealing massive damage to all enemies and allies, and brings HP down to 1. Gains special “Craft Sickness" status, where all stats are down critically for the remainder of the battle. 

This state is Siffrin instinctively attempting to go full bigfrin, but non-fatally stabs themself to keep their mind grounded :)

(You eventually obtain equips and/or Craft skills that minimizes the backlash of Siffrin's Overclocked hits and Wish Craft, making it a viable strategy to intentionally distress him. This has an effect on the story! It's not healthy to burn yourself out to achieve more in life, stop that.)

And that's all I have for now! I'm not sure if/when I'll get the urge to finish things up, but I have a super rough draft. Can you guess what the weird talking cat is about? :) Teehee

[gracie-eilish]

HIIIII I HAVE A REQUEST!!! If you’re up to it…. could you maybe do like reader serenading billie to like “just the way you are” by bruno mars… idk if it should be the two of them or like in front of her family bc they both sound cute? 😭 thanks!!

of course baby!! i’m so sorry this took so long to get to you but i hope you like it!! love ya🩷

Just the Way You Are🎶

The soft afternoon light spilled into the living room, casting a warm glow over the piano by the corner window. Billie had been quiet all morning, more so than usual. It wasn’t her typical mellow, introspective vibe—it was something heavier. You noticed it in the way she lingered in the kitchen after breakfast, staring into her mug of tea, her fingers absently drumming against the counter. You noticed it again when she trailed behind you into the living room, her sweatshirt hanging loose on her frame, the sleeves hiding her hands entirely.

“Hey,” you said softly as you sat down at the piano bench, patting the spot beside you. “Come here.”

She hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, but then she sighed and sat down. She didn’t press into you the way she usually did, just perched at the edge of the bench, her hands resting in her lap.

“You wanna play something?” you offered, your tone light and encouraging.

She shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”

You glanced at her, noticing how her gaze was fixed on the keys but distant, like her mind was miles away.

“You sure? You always kill it on the piano. I’ll even let you show me up,” you teased, nudging her gently with your shoulder.

That got the tiniest smile out of her, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not in the mood, I guess.”

Something in her tone tugged at your heart. Billie wasn’t one to open up easily when she was feeling off, but you could tell this wasn’t just a bad day. You reached out and placed a hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, what’s up? And don’t say ‘nothing.’ You’ve been… I don’t know, quieter than usual today. Talk to me, superstar.”

Her lips twitched at the nickname, but the smile quickly faded. She let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. “It’s stupid,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Try me.”

She hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Then, after a moment, she said, “I’ve just been feeling weird lately. Like… I don’t know, not good enough? For music, for people… for you.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she ducked her head, as if she didn’t want you to see the vulnerability in her eyes.

Your chest tightened, and you immediately turned to face her fully. “Billie,” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Hey, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to yours, and the sadness you saw there made your heart ache.

“You are more than enough. For me, for music, for the whole damn world,” you said firmly. “You don’t have to do or be anything more than who you already are. And if I have to remind you of that every single day, I will.”

Her lips trembled, and she let out a shaky laugh. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Not possible,” you said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Now, stay right here. I’ve got something for you.”

She gave you a curious look as you turned back to the piano, her arms instinctively wrapping around your waist from behind. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” you said, your fingers finding the first chords of Just the Way You Are.

As the melody filled the room, her grip on you tightened. She rested her chin on your shoulder, and you could feel her breath against your neck. When you started to sing, her body stilled entirely:

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes

Make the stars look like they’re not shining…”

Her breath hitched, and you could feel the emotion radiating off her. You kept going, your voice steady and full of meaning, pouring every ounce of love you had for her into the lyrics.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change

’Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are…”

“Baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

You paused for a second, glancing over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

Her blue eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed. “Keep going.”

You smiled and turned back to the keys, picking up where you left off. With every note, every word, you felt her relax against you, her arms still locked around your waist like she was grounding herself in you. By the time you finished the song, you could feel her tears soaking into your shirt, but you didn’t mind.

You turned slightly, tilting your head to catch her gaze. “You believe me now?”

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Wrong,” you said, pulling her into your lap so she was facing you. “You deserve the world, Billie. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, whether you like it or not.”

She let out a small laugh, leaning her forehead against yours. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” you corrected, wrapping your arms around her waist.

She smiled, a real, genuine smile this time, and it made your heart soar. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For always knowing how to make me feel better. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” you said, brushing your thumb over her cheek. “And just so you know, you’re stuck with me. Clingy days and all.”

“Good,” she murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. “Because I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

You stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, the piano forgotten as you held her close, reminding her in every little way that she was—and always would be—more than enough.

[servndipityz]

what if.. what if first kissing Nam-gyu in one of the lasts rounds during Mingle (already having a crush on him for a lil while) because of the sheer adrenaline and then the reader js dies next round (or nearly, up to u) after promising to each other they’d finish this back in the lobby room?.. (IN MY HEAD THIS MAKES SENSE IDK)

a/n ── loveddd this request! hopefully i didn't write him too ooc.... anyway, i tried to make it kinda angsty but ofc i gave it a happy ending bc apparently i'm a 7 year old who can't handle sad endings. hope you like it!

warnings ── blood, general squid game themes

word count ── 1.8k

when you’d all been dragged to the colorful room, nam-gyu hadn’t thought it could ever look like this.

bloody, dark, and terrifying.

the children's song playing on repeat was starting to drill into his skull as the carousel spun round and round, the bodies on the floor piling up. you had been playing for three rounds—maybe four. he wasn’t sure anymore.

the effects of the pill thanos had given him were starting to wear off, and a slow dread curled in his stomach at the thought of playing yet another round.

next to him stood you, though he refused to look. every time he had during these games, the drugs only made him nauseous. the way you looked so scared, so afraid of what could happen, made him almost—almost—regret voting O.

so, he’d decided he wouldn’t look at you at all. whatever strange feeling you gave him from the very beginning couldn't be good. the way you watched him when he made a rude comment, like you were trying to understand instead of just hating him for it. the way his stomach tightened when you were around—which was often, since you’d joined his team. or the way it burned when thanos threw an arm over your shoulder in that ridiculous, flirty way.

it had to be the drugs. bad quality, probably. what kind of shitty drug would make him want to be near you all the time, though? that, he didn’t know. and he considered himself a drug connoisseur.

anyway, now wasn’t the time for stupid thoughts. the music had stopped. the carousel had come to a halt. the lights had gone out.

"two." the voice echoed through the loudspeakers.

immediately, everyone started screaming, and nam-gyu felt his hazed mind reel. in a frenzy, he turned to his side, searching for someone to pair up with—only to see you gripping thanos’ arm, saying something to him.

of course. you were going to pair with him, and nam-gyu was going to fucking die.

he jumped off the carousel, desperately scanning the chaos for someone, anyone, to pair with. but there was no one.

everyone was running, screaming, and he knew that if he didn’t find a partner fast, his chances of finding an empty room were less than slim.

he was going to fucking die. all because of a fuckass rapper and a bi—

"where are you going?" you shouted, cutting off his thoughts as you ran after him.

he spun around, wild-eyed, just as you reached him—your expression just as frantic. before he could react, you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and yanked him forward, sprinting toward an empty room.

"what the fuck!" he shouted, nearly stumbling as you pulled him with more strength than he thought you had. but he had no choice—he had to run. the two of you barreled forward, straight for the door.

inches away.

then—shit.

two other players grabbed the handle.

without thinking, you shoved one of them, struggling to push him away from the door. nam-gyu kicked at the other’s hand with all his strength, feeling bones crack under his foot. he didn’t care.

the man’s pained scream was all the opening you needed. in a heartbeat, you both shoved the players aside, slipped into the room, and slammed the door shut.

with trembling hands, you locked it as fast as you could.

you pressed your back against the wall, your breathing erratic as the people outside still screamed for a room. nam-gyu ran his hands through his hair, trying to soothe himself more than anything.

both of your ragged breaths filled the room until you finally opened your eyes to look at him, having regained at least a bit of oxygen.

"what the fuck!" you finally screamed, stepping forward.

nam-gyu could swear he saw fire behind your eyes, and it almost scared him more than dying in this stupid game. he turned to face you, brows furrowed.

"were you trying to get us killed?" you shouted again. "why the fuck would you run off like that?"

"you fucking paired with thanos!" he screamed back, his fear masked as anger. he stepped forward too. how could you blame this on him?

"you're so stupid!" your voice cracked with frustration. "i was telling him to pair with min-su so i could pair with you and save our asses!"

he inhaled sharply, ready to throw another insult your way, but as you finished yelling, he froze.

you were making a fucking strategy.

of course you were. god, you were such a smartass. so annoying. so infuriating.

so damn perfect.

"are you not gonna say anything?" you yelled again, thrown off by the way he’d suddenly gone silent. his jaw tensed, his chest heaving, clearly thinking something—but he just stared at you, eyes tracing your features like he was trying to burn them into his memory.

you were livid now. "you fucking junkie," you snapped, closing the short distance between you. your finger jabbed into his chest, accusatory, unrelenting.

you'd been nothing but nice to him this whole time, and he'd been nothing but cruel to you. every damn day. you had every right to be fucking mad. of course you were. for whatever reason, you cared about him—you wanted to defend him, wanted him to survive this stupid game. and still, he’d almost gotten you both killed.

but as you shoved your finger against his chest, his breathing turned ragged, even more uneven than before. why was he looking at you like that?

to him, your touch only made everything worse. were you insulting him? maybe. he wasn’t so sure anymore—he’d tuned out everything but you, his brain fuzzy, his body tense.

he'd been so mean to you all this time. trying to push away those strage feelings he had every time he looked at you.

but at this point, did it really matter? maybe you’d both be dead in a couple of days. and then what? he’d regret not doing this for the rest of his life. or the rest of his death. or…

"shit," he muttered under his breath.

his hands shot up to cup your face, and before he could think twice, he crushed his lips against yours.

you let out a surprised yelp, heat rushing through your body the second his lips met yours. but you didn’t pull away. as soon as your brain caught up, you kissed him back, messy and desperate as you stumbled backward, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud.

your fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand running up and down the back of his neck. he groaned against your mouth, breaking the kiss just for a second before diving back in, his lips moving over yours like he’d been starving for this.

he pressed open-mouthed kisses wherever he could reach, and for a brief moment, he wondered if he’d already died. if this was heaven. his hand left your cheek, trailing down your side, his touch light but desperate, like he wanted you even closer than you already were.

then you let out a soft whimper, and the sound sent a shiver up his spine—right as he heard the quiet click of the door unlocking behind him.

you pulled back first, breathless, letting out a quiet, awkward laugh. his hands lingered on your waist, his eyes locked onto your lips like he was using every ounce of restraint not to kiss you again. because, fuck, he was.

"we need to get back out," you murmured, nodding toward the door. the next round would start soon.

he blinked, still dazed, nodding slightly like he was struggling to process your words.

"okay," he finally said, his gaze still fixed on you. "we'll finish this when the fucking game is over."

you nodded back, giving his hand a quick squeeze where it still rested on your waist. then, finally, you both stepped out of the room and made your way back to the carousel, forced to dodge the pools of blood staining the floor.

"what happened to you, ma' boy?" thanos called out to nam-gyu the second he spotted you two settling in, looking at his disheveld hair.

nam-gyu shot him a look, hastily running a hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. he opened his mouth to answer—

but before he could, the carousel lurched into motion, the music flooding the room once again.

as the music stopped once again, your throat ran dry. it was the last round—finally—and the loudspeakers announced the number of players.

"seven."

nam-gyu froze, glancing at his group. thanos, min-su, you... no way were you seven. their breaths came ragged as they looked around, searching—until they spotted another group, just big enough to combine with theirs.

"run, c'mon!" thanos shouted, already sprinting toward them. the others followed, adrenaline surging through their veins. relief was just within reach—nam-gyu could almost taste it. it was almost over.

nam-gyu barely registered the rush of air, the burn in his legs. the door was right there. safety was right there.

then, something twisted in his gut. something wrong.

he turned. you weren’t with them.

"wait!" he choked out, but hands grabbed at his jacket, dragging him forward. then he saw you—on the ground, struggling to get up. blood, maybe, or something else had made you slip. but the distance between you two kept growing as nam-gyu was pulled toward the nearest room.

"we're already seven!" someone yelled, tightening their grip when they noticed him resisting. "we don't need anyone else!"

nam-gyu didn’t listen. he didn’t care. not about their number, not about the game. but before he could break free, they forced him inside. the door slammed shut behind him, locking. his fingers clenched around the handle, desperate, useless.

"what is wrong with you, man?" thanos shouted, shoving him away as he tried to look outside through the little window.

"we fucking left her there!" nam-gyu shouted back, his voice cracking, pushing him just as hard. but when he turned back to look outside, you were gone.

maybe you were okay. or maybe… maybe they'd already killed you.

the seconds until the door opened again dragged on like an eternity. nam-gyu was practically buzzing when he heard the lock click, stumbling out of the room and frantically looking around.

you weren't there. you weren't anywhere. his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, a loud white noise rippling through his head, making it impossible to think.

and then—there you were.

stepping out of a room on the opposite side. the ringing stopped. god, his heart almost stopped.

your red eyes flicked around, searching, until they landed on him.

it took him a second to move, like his brain was trying to send the signal but his legs weren’t listening. you both crossed the room fast, until you stood face to face. and then—just stopped.

his hands were shaking when he reached for you, his gaze catching on a tear still clinging to your cheek. for a moment, it looked like he might stay like that forever—silent, still, unsure if you were even real.

and then, he cupped your face. but this time, it was different. this time, it was gentle.

it felt strange coming from nam-gyu. but somehow, it felt right.

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[confusedgoldenflower]

First, is O in OCiel meaning Other, or Original as in the Ciel we know first/originally. EDIT: it means OUR🤦🏻🤦🏻🤦🏻

> what happened to RCiel's soul?

I think it’s been devoured in some way; no longer exists, like how Sebastian told Ciel what would happen after his bargain has ended (it can’t just come back after being used as payment, that makes no sense.) So Undertaker’s supplemented it somehow with extra film and possibly emotion? Been a while but I believe it was said in Atlantic that none of them have souls. (But don’t reapers collect souls of deceased, so the other BDs have them along with extra film to get ‘em going?)

>is his distorted personality an effect of being a BD, or is it something preexisting? (or something in between)

>could his obsession with his brother really be a clue for theories about his role in the Phantomhive family tragedy???

I think my first theory has enhanced his “I’m the next earl, I’m Niisan, I need to be better/stronger/etc,” so that’s where his obsession came from—especially considering their joint ordeal. (Maybe it also helped him cope as well, focusing on what OCiel was going through rather than his own victimisation, even though there wasn’t much difference.)

>extra: was it RCiel who left the message on the wall or did Polaris carve it?

It clearly hit a nerve with OCiel, but by that point he’d already bodied Agni (😭) so he’d DEF be outta commission by then (right?) (If Soma can’t tell the difference between double eyed Ciel and demon mark Ciel istK-.) So I think the Undertaker saw it in his memories and wanted to play a joke/game.

Wish we knew more about Polaris but I’d really thought it’d be skeleton arm circus boy. I can’t think of any other butler types that’re YOUNG. Though his dialogue connected him to RCiel (not failing him again), so maybe he was a pre series staff, like a footsman in training (idk how the ranks work) or such, and used himself to try and protect the heir during the attack which may have sparked something in Undertaker? (Crack thought just occured to me: a fake-out of non-manga cannon Alois Trancy would be wiiiiiiild. (No, it wouldn’t make sense but it’d be funny to try and “make” S2 cannon.))

RCiel repeats continually he wants to have fun with his brother even if it is a “sibling row,” which I find odd since he forced the Yard to take him away and took everything else away from him. Like with that attitude, I’d have expected something like “yeah, so he did all that but it’s okay ‘cause I’m baaaack and he did well and now we can be happy family :)”—not a set-up. And then to ruin what he knows is probably his precious lil bro’s prized accomplishments (the toy delivery)!? What has Undertaker instilled in your head boyo!? Tho another reason think he’s totally soulless bc wth

I agree: Snaaaaake come baaaack. Gimme my boy baaaack😭😭 (All the other character children in this fuckin story are so sad; pretty much all of them brainwashed in some way, half of them twice!)

I don’t like some of the “comedy” or fan service in this series but getting closure to this long ass story would be real nice. Hopefully it’s continued soon (and Finny and Snake are friends again, with Doll🥹)

Also, what’s the correct translation for what Vega says twice?

recap post: star lords

(warning: lots of spoilers, old and new theories, personal rants ->this is going to be really long, maybe I should split it?) While waiting for the end of the hiatus, I decided to organise my notes and thoughts to create this personal summary of events/characters.

⭐ Who are the star lords? ⭐

They’re mentioned for the first time in chapter 110 with the beginning of the Blue Cult arc and the introduction of the ‘stars’, but only in chapter 115-116 the existence of "special" individuals inside the Sphere Music Hall is made explicit.

In the same chapter, we understand that the 4 stars are connected to 4 figures (Sirius, Vega, Polaris, Canopus)

->why do I only say 4 and not more? In fact, in later chapters, when the star lords' rooms were shown, some fans had doubts that some stars (like Sirius or Canopus) could be represented by more individuals/twins.

In my opinion, however, it's already clear from 116 that they could only necessarily be 4 people. Nina is the one who takes care of their clothes, it's true that she didn't take the measurements in person (so she didn’t see them), but she’d have noticed if she had to create pairs of the same article for a single "person". I think it would have been suspicious, something easy to notice, instead she only talks about 4 people.

Even if the topic of blood and transfusions is there from the beginning, it's in chapter 117-119 that we're given the confirmation that each star corresponds to a blood type and they have different degrees of rarity:

Polaris = A

Vega = 0

Canopus = A

Sirius = AB

So, who are “those with the names of the stars”? Four people who need the collected blood, aka bizarre dolls (at this point it may seem trivial, but at that time it was still debated hahah).

Thanks to Sebastian in chapter 117 we can see the rooms of the star lords (from which they speak in 123).

Door with a star-> Sirius

Two stars-> Canopus

Three stars-> Vega

(the "infamous" double room that with the dialogue convinced some that Vega were two people) 

Four stars-> Polaris

SIRIUS ✨

Sirius is the first one to be revealed, and as the real Ciel who returns in 129-130 with the beginning of the Blue Memory arc. 

Despite being perhaps the most incisive figure among the 4, he's also the one on which there have been fewer conjectures since the “twin reveal” had been awaited by fans for years, so yes crazy but not THAT crazy.

The cover of 129 itself confirms this by showing the door of the “blue star” open.

However, why did Sirius, according to fans, have to be RCiel? 

Well, if you're desperate enough (like me), the clues can be found in the choice of the stars. From the article : “Sirius is a binary star consisting of a main-sequence star… termed Sirius A, and a faint white dwarf companion… termed Sirius B”, “A binary star is a system of two stars that are gravitationally bound to and in orbit around each other” -> twin theory (Ciel A/Ciel B) later also confirmed by the attempt to make OCiel another Lord Sirius for the police (two Lord Sirius?) “Sirius is colloquially known as the "Dog Star", reflecting its prominence in its constellation, Canis Major (the Greater Dog)” -> reference to the role of the Queen's Watchdog

Questions I still have about RCiel (some have been answered by now so I removed them)

is he a bizarre doll? Yes, but is he special in some way?

what is his purpose? Obviously it concerns his relationship with OCiel, but could it be just that? Actually, given the unstable personality he has shown so far it could really be just that -> clarification, RCiel's goals ≠ Undertaker's goals

how did his body "grow" to keep up with OCiel? Can BD grow or was he the exception thanks to some intervention from Undertaker?

what was it that Undertaker made him drink in chapter 108? An attempt to bring him back to life? (like a soul or something??? was the eye actually twinkling, or was it a scenic effect?)

what happened to RCiel's soul? We know it was used as a tribute to summon Sebastian, but did Sebastian absorb/eat it, or was it just lost as payment? The explanation was a bit too vague for my liking (they repeat a lot “price”, “payment”, ”paid” without really telling us where is it or if it still exist)

is his distorted personality an effect of being a BD, or is it something preexisting? (or something in between)

could his obsession with his brother really be a clue for theories about his role in the Phantomhive family tragedy??? This is one of the things that interests me the most, along with how BDs work (reminder: maybe add a post to remember pros & cons about the theory)

extra: was it RCiel who left the message on the wall or did Polaris carve it? (doesn't really matter, but I'm curious because the scene of Ciel who has to climb on the furniture to get up there made me laugh a lot)

CANOPUS ✨

Canopus is a character who, after many chapters of silence, was revealed as Doll in chapter 204.

First, what did we know about them?  The only information we had was the room, which was shown kinda bare, poorly furnished, with bloody bandages and what could be IV accessories -> we therefore knew that either they were patients (wounded, probably seriously?) or it was a blood drip for BD, or both options -> reanimated body of a person who died from a serious wound

The dialogue of chapter 123 for Canopus was almost useless, so at this point I tried to find clues by searching the actual star (like with Sirius) but in the article I didn't seem to find anything except this passage(?):

“In Greek mythology, Canopus… was the pilot of the ship of King Menelaus of Sparta during the Trojan War. According to legend, while visiting the Egyptian coast, Canopus was bitten by a serpent and died.” -> some kind of foreshadowing about her future relationship with Snake? update post chapter: sorry Snake, I’ll pray for your return 😭

Questions about Doll (old and new)

is Canopus dead or alive (BD)? A reanimated corpse but injured 

was she chosen for this role because of her feeling of revenge against OCiel? ->do the other star lords have similar motivations, or do they collaborate for personal purposes? What is her goal now?

does each star lord take care of a main blood source? Why are only Vega and Polaris out to get “nourishment”? ->now we know Doll was just too injured to go, but then she went to the orphanage (orphanage reminder: create a separate post, too suspicious, too many questions, I don’t think the arc is really over)

others I thought of: Madame Red (died from very serious injuries, body prepared by Undertaker, forehead covered by bangs ->she could still come back though), Doll (and I got it right hahaha), a new character

VEGA ✨

On Vega we kinda had some clues (when my ramblings got confirmed I screamed with my friend for like 20 minutes) and in 187-188 is revealed as Layla/Al.

But before the sanatorium arc, what did we know about Vega? We're told that they're out to get blood and their room looked like the bedroom of a (or two) noble girl with childish tastes. The presence of pairs of pillows, stuffed animals and vanity led to the belief that there were two people (but in my opinion, the single bed and the clothes thing mentioned above only indicated one). Another passage that tried to be misleading but was actually a clue is the dialogue in 123 where we have two text bubbles that join together while saying the same thing -> this passage!!!

Layla is introduced in chapter 172 and to me (and Lau hahah) she immediately seemed suspicious, with characteristics that matched the few things we knew about the star lord:

-> too young to be a nurse, good manners like a noble and it could make you laugh but the thing that most caught my eye was her pair of bows because it reminded me of the pairs of objects in Vega's room. 

With Bard’s attack we got the proof she participates in the blood collection and that she is a BD but in 191 she pronounces a sentence that sounded too familiar to me -> it didn't seem to match at first but I found it so suspicious that (even if it's something I never do since I do not understand the language) I searched the Japanese scans of the two scenes and... it is the same!!! insert screams

Even in this case we maybe had a clue thanks to the star Vega:

“Vega is the brightest star in the northern constellation of Lyra. It has the Bayer designation α Lyrae, which is Latinised to Alpha Lyrae and abbreviated Alpha Lyr or α Lyr.” ->Lyra/Lyrae=Layla and Alpha=Al?

Questions about Layla (they’re a lot but it’s because it’s a new character)

how did she get a death scythe?

why does she drink blood from other blood types? On the Campania the first BDs attacked people in search of the soul, Layla instead attacks for the blood?? -> why do transfusions to BDs follow the blood types? (connection to the orphanage?)

is Layla really a girl? Not so important but in the FOL Orphanage arc the categories that represent the stars made me doubt. The Collie Class is made up of children (almost all boys) dressed as nuns/nurses who do housework (and Oliver handles a knife) ->same dress as Layla even though they are boys -> could Layla be a boy?

how was she chosen as star lord? And why even though her blood is less rare than Canopus is she of higher rank? (room decorated as a noble) ->does she have more funds? Or did someone finance the project for her/to give her that role and therefore wanted to bring her back to life?

following the question above, who was she before she died?

Is it possible that she is the daughter of Baron Heathfield?

theory (not my only one, but this has more connections): in chapter 155 it's said that the baron lost his wife and daughter in an accident.

(Obscured faces but the little girl has a bow on her head, light hair, short bangs, young woman from a good family)

->for this reason he looks for replacements for his wife (theme of the shape of the soul, could it be important in the future? reminder), but why not for his daughter?

->maybe the daughter was brought back to life by the Aurora association, for this reason he finances them and it’s an important blood collection site not directly managed by a star lord (he has a personal interest in the blood being sent to the Aurora’s labs and the research continuing).

Disgusting detail ->can the baron's practices be reflected in Layla's sadistic attitudes (or is it a consequence of being a BD)?

Could she have witnessed or suffered something when still alive?

->Al is a second personality: (I tried to follow this article) said to be a disorder often caused by strong childhood traumas, the personality is born to protect the person from those painful memories and it allows to detach from them, just like Al does in 191.

POLARIS ✨

Polaris is currently the only star lord still unidentified, and he's perhaps the most mysterious.

Having no confirmations yet but only clues I'll create a dedicated post about him with a link from here (definitely not because I've reached the images + links' limit and this became so long??? like when did it happen?)

if you've read this far you deserve a prize 🎁

this was just a thing I made because after 10 years as a fan I wished to contribute to the fandom, if you don't agree with some theories/comments/observations just let me know since I'd like to expand this file (plz just not too passive aggressive 🙏)

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[atypicalsouda]

I hate when I really enjoy a DR blog for a long time but then suddenly they post something either regarding Kaz or Fuyu (it’s usually Kaz) that I react so fucking viscerally to that I decide it’s best to forget about and block them so it doesn’t happen again.

But at the same time it makes me so sad. It’s nothing personal to the blog itself it’s me and my ever growing bond with my f/os. It’s slowly becoming more and more difficult for me to ignore things that only slightly offend me. Like for example, there’s only a single blog(if ya try you can probs guess who) I follow that I can tolerate Kuzuhina now. Every other blog about that ship that I’ve come across I’ve blocked and will continue to block.

[trappednyourheart]

The wrong DNA test

( what if, Sheila wasn't really Jason's mother? The system is already corrupted, then what about the test?).

A huge brawl containing every rogue had started at the time of Halloween, causing the people from downtown to fled there home's as joker had clownized the whole neighborhood with his goon's.

Every bats had taken to groups to take out the three parts of Gotham's as the rogue's had started to make alliances, some had lasted quite long while had conflicts, and causing a big damage to Arkham asylum,

It didn't take long before they captured all of them, none of the bats questions as they observed Jason glowing green eyes starting to flick, they thought it was the pit again, growing wary of the cooperation, but Crime alley was involved and that mean business to Red hood's turf.

Catherine todd love her son as her own even if not biological, Jason knew that. But her thing with drugs couldn't make her stop.

Sometimes after that, they could hear Jason humming a tune,a nice melody from Damian's statement saying that Jason muttered to him “ lullaby” as Jason continued to read his book, maybe it could be from Catherine,

they knew how Jason's past with Catherine todd, his mom even if not related, Catherine loves her son like her own kid but her doing drugs and... overdosing couldn't be stop.

Maybe Jason just remembered his mother maybe reminiscing atleast something familiar...even if it was a bad time.

Jason had constantly have been hearing a woman's? Man's? Voice, singing him a lullaby...it soothing, like as if he known and loved this melody...and that's where the dreams kept coming, there was a person, giving him kisses, Talkin to him stories, singing him lullabies and soothing him, he could dream that he was actually a baby, a baby from a normal couple, well don't count the luxurious baby room.

Jason had took out a conspiracies why he was getting this dreams, ( he swears he's not becoming Tim) and voices, maybe like a misshapen memories from the pits of victims? No it's to peaceful for that, maybe magic? He already contacted Constantine but surely hang up after knowing who it was-

Just how is he getting this dreams? Unless it wasn't.... So he proved again his point, he started a DNA test, again but none had records...of Sheila being his biological mother...that was weird, last time he had a test was from the time as robin..and before his-

So he went to that hospital who had said where Sheila had given birth to him, and most of shock is that no one knows a mother giving birth named Sheila haywood but had a document of a baby, of one Jason jay nightingale, the most believing part was that it's the same day he was born in.

His mother, Daniel F. Nightingale was said to be trans as the doctor who help his mother safely delivered him, And saying that his mother loved him,

one Sheila Haywood had the constant trick to get him and taken him as his own, because his mother's family was a wealthy one they practically sold him to her.

Jason had thought that maybe his mother's family never wanted him to have a son with a man from Gotham's crime alley.

Meanwhile Danny had just been YEETED to the DC universe before the start of Batman's justice thing and had been adopted by a very wealthy fruit loops couple as there kid, so he stayed as the couples daughter even pretending, because he owed ghost writer a favor for the last time, and as DC universe exist so it's story, and one thing for sure the child he had to give birth in this universe has a very complicated fate,

he did the one night stand from his supposed friend Willis Todd? He had to befriend him as Dalia F. nightingale the supposed Wealthy daughter who fell in love with a peasant trope, and gotten pregnant making it a scandal, and reaching to his ‘parents’ circle and getting that drama.

But he never thought he would care for his child, his little jay, his ghost side would purr in delight when they held Jason, he was a very hard sucker especially from his pacifier or his breast, it's so weird being in a women body,

but the way his ‘parents’ sold his son to the women who was supposed to get his son killed and being revived by cheap parody ass of ectoplasm.

He went feral, he had an argument to his ‘parents’ but all fell deaf ears, he couldn't find his son in one of the hotels nearby where that BXtch was.

And that time was where his part of the script was fulfilled, ghost writer already took him, both sides of his, were angry.

He. will. get. his. baby. back.

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[royalarchivist]

Jaiden: Cucurucho, you have a lot of power, right?

Cucurucho: ...I don't know. Maybe.

Roier: Ah... Yes, you know, don't act like a dumbass, you have it. You have it, man. Eh?

Jaiden: Is there a way for us to protect all the Eggs? Do you know? I don't want anything to happen to the Eggs that happened to Bobby.

Cucurucho: Ha ha ha

Roier: WHAT? [Smacks Cucurucho]

Jaiden: [Bops him] Headpats.

Cucurucho: Maybe.

Jaiden: [Continues to bop him] Headpats. C'mon, I can get it out of you! Headpats! Chin scratches! Belly rubs!

Roier: [Joins Jaiden in bopping Cucurucho, chuckling and laughs]

Jaiden: Yeah? He's comin' around!

[Jaiden and Roier both laugh]

[moonlit-dreamers]

favorite dialogue when one character is dying in front of another

"i think... i think im tired..."

"then rest. i'll be right here"

[silkjade]

i haven’t been here much recently, and i’m sorry i’ve only been negative on the off chance i’ve been online, but let me just say one last piece before the end of this month, so that maybe the next might be better….

[grossillygirl]

im sad. extremely sad actually yeah. very sad indeedy.

[bread-is-my-life]

I love when I post a drawing of ONLY Toshi it immediately becomes popular and everyone is liking it etc BUT the moment there's Stain in sight the post doesn't get that many notes lol. Even if he is just mentioned it automatically makes the post flop BHASHBSBSBDBDH. And you might think I'm sad or mad but tbh? I fucking love posting stainmight. When I post it there's so many people reblogging it and straight up ANALYSING the work and it makes me SOO HAPPY!!! My popular Toshi drawings are all just funny memes and people just have a quick laugh and move on. With stainmight I have people looking at it for DAYS or even WEEKS AND MONTHS???? HGGHHHHH WHAT???? I seriously love all the stainmight fans because most of them will shower ANYONE who even mentions them let alone draws them hahsgdgdhhd. We were starving for too long and now we gotta get as many soldiers as possible 🫡

I love all of you and I wish you all the best things in the world like GHRHRHRHRHHDHGGGG I LOVE YOU ALL. Stainmight fans are so cool I''m just *drops on my knees and DIES*

[hermitcraftx]

just got a dm abt one of my posts and y'all please don't try and show the hermits (or any minecraft youtuber or content creator for that matter) my posts, i'm uncomfortable with it and don't want any of my posts shown to a cc. if they stumble upon it naturally that's unfortunate but i can live with it since i do maintag a lot (something i REALLY need to stop doing tbh i already know i need to make a tagging system just for my blog that wont clog results) but going out of ur way to show a cc is entirely different and something i am not comfortable with.

no hate to the person at all but even if i wasn't a little silly and weird with it sometimes i wouldn't be comfortable with it, i want my blog to be a purely fandom only space with none of the creators involved <3 please respect this

[imminent-danger-came]

I really am so sad I don't like isat. The themeing was very good

[eggsistential-basket]

thinking about the person i could have been if i tried a little harder to find my own way