#Freaky Loops

[daily-sifloop]

They should fight. It's enrichment for them

Day 74: pulling on each other's pigtails

[jei-rifni]

They sicken me

[alcettogo]

Loopdile has captivated me gonna be so honest

[octonerd]

*sniffles*...why does everyone hate my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 loop post </3 (extra shitpost below cut <3)

I read my tags and was sog heartboken <///3333/j tho seriously i get a good chuckle out of them, I'm just being silly in response teehee!

[nnomsu]

[nuevemeister]

Uhhhh... Sonic, think??

[bugblast]

props and mayhem - 16×20 inch acrylic painting, with blacklight version and paper towel cause i think it looks cool.

[sparklelooper]

nam.e a character

[loopjumper]

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[maddilynmuse]

Two Stars

Chapter 1/Prologue

Heya guys! Once more, I am going feral over In Stars and Time and making fanfic. I intend to at least finish Bared Teeth and Open Hands before jumping into anything big, buuuuut this fun little plot bunny hit and I just HAD to get it out.

I meant for this to be funny but oops my hand slipped and there’s an enby crying now.

That said! Post game and 2hat spoilers below! Read at thine own risk! Enjoy~

Now available on AO3

Next >

Loop and Siffrin get Freaky Friday’d.

*~*~*~*

“I wish that Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us, I wish Loop could be themselves with us…”

———

Something warm was pressed to their back, moving rhythmically, as something else wrapped securely around their front. The smell of sandalwood deodorant wasn’t quite enough to mask the scent of sweat, and for some reason that combination of stimulus was enough to make tears leak from their closed eye. The haziness of sleep was washed away in a heart-crushing wave of warmth.

Isabeau.

No, no. Not Isabeau. The Fighter. Isabeau, their Isabeau, was gone… right?

But somehow they were here.

They didn’t dare open their eye, afraid to break whatever fragile illusion was making their heart—heart, they had a heart!—twist in the best kind of pain: less like an injury, and more like stretching a long-sore muscle. It felt warm, right even. If only for that moment, they were loved, and seems they truly were still Siffrin at heart, greedily absorbing the comfort even when they didn’t even understand why they were receiving it. Was this a dream? Their own… world? (Was that how it worked? They’re pretty sure it wasn’t). Some peaceful afterlife? Maybe the Universe spun sugar for them, allowing a nice dream as they faded from existence, role finished.

Stop questioning it. Just enjoy.

“Sif…?” Mumbled a sleepy, wonderfully husky voice. “You okay buddy?” They were pulled a little closer. He was touching them. Willingly!

They meant to say something witty or clever, maybe a pun, anything disarming really! But what came out of their mouth—they had a mouth!—was a little sob.

The Fighter tried to pull his hand away, but they grabbed it reflexively. It couldn’t end, not yet! It was embarrassing, needy, taking advantage of his kindness, but they put his hand to their face, guiding it to stroke their cheek. Their eye rolled up at the sensation, the brush of skin against skin, the warmth, even the little beads of sweat. It was him.

He took over, thumb stroking their cheek, wiping away their tears, while his other fingers threaded into their hair—they had hair! Their breath caught, coming out in a shuddering, relieved sigh with only a hint of sobbing at the end. After so long with no contact, after so long stuck in that starry form, they were drunk on the sensations: the subtle pull of hair against their scalp, the in and out against their back, the way their own breath fell in the rhythm, the thrum of a heart in their chest, the grounded security of a strong arm, the smell of him, the sheer warmth.

It was dizzying, overwhelming, too much to think. They never wanted it to end.

“I’m here, buddy. It’s okay,” Isabeau crooned.

That broke whatever remained. They cried openly as the long-tangled barbed wire of stress and jealousy and loneliness that’d been choking their very soul finally snapped and left them free. Naked, unprotected, but free. And here, at least, they were safe.

“I love you.”

Caught up in the moment, Loop could pretend that was meant for them.

———

And back in Dormont, under the night-dark shade of the favor tree, Siffrin stared in quiet horror at the stars dotting what should’ve been his hands.

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I prefer tea, but buy me a Kofi?

[lorelune]

one thing i will say is that i still do LOVE hsr, but the big lull before 3.0 (which is expected) does have me like… dragging my feet. just a little.

i have been very bluelock brained in a way that makes me worry my hyperfixation with hsr and my wives within the game is … fading?? and to be so real that is a kind terrifying feeling!!!

[immortalfornow]

i've always thought i would be good in a time loop but after the great and lingering sense of unease i got from this game changer ep maybe not

[funnyjokespuns]

We’ve been big siffrin but what about big loop. What then

[fenkizard]

Thank god I fw psychological horror because whoever decided the bear was a comedy did NOT talk to a single person making it. I’m so sure someone was like “yea there’s some funny dialogue” and forget to mention EVERYTHING ELSE

[chericheribaby]

are u playing a loopsicle game without me?? 💔💔

loopsicle game 😭 yes I am but so are you! 🎱 <- here, your ticket to the play.

[lorelune]

bravest meow meow in the world (me) (going to the club by myself)