#for siffrins violent thoughts

[speaking-at-the-theater]

act 3

I FUCKING HATE LOOP INCONSIDERATE BASTARD

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AROACE MIRABELLE. I REPEAT AROACE MIRABELLE. AROACE ROMANCE REPULSED SEX REPULSED MIRABELLE. SEX REPULSED ACE SIFFRIN. HECK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i see anyone shipping them, either separatedly or together..... (crack knuckles)

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siffrins lil sprite changes as they get more and more depressed... :(

:((((

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NOOO SIFFRIN DONT

LOOP AGREES WITH ME

oooh their sprite changed

damn we really be putting loop thru the wringer huh?

..... i chose to keep the dagger.

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lookie him!!!

AWWWWW

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bby

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BABIESSSSSS

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new sprite? looks cool!

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hang out time!

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FUCK YOU LOOP

I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU

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i've played for like two hours straight this game is holding me prisoner

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oh god... the dissapearing country is so. oh my god. god. wtf?

i love the idea, but it's also so painful.... the antropologist in me i believe.

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HOLY SHIT THAT BATTLE

what the fuck happened to make that country dissapear?!!

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i just realized siffrin's knife is moon-shaped

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FUCK YOU KING AAAAAAAAAAAA

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their faceeee

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nooo my baby dont go all genocide route on me D:

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baby is, in fact, going all ut genocide route on me :(

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his face

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THEIR FACEEEE :((((

fair, but...

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this route is so cute but im on act 3 and still have three left :,)

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END OF ACT 3.

that's a wrap for today.

playing isat while my friends are asleep

putting thoughts here

the way this is going to work is i publish one post and then the other reaction go on reblogs and so and so

everything under readmore

--- siffrin is sooo autism

look at them i would die for them

them, and mira :3

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bby :3

yes half this post is going to be me, loving them. cuz i love them.

also mirabelle is so autism too <3. everyone here is some flavour of neurodivergent i feel. but im only at the tutorial so idk what yet.

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AUTISM.

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we just got meta :D

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autism :D no i wont shut up.

Loop is very very fun! i wanna talk to them more....

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oooohhh yeah i. im seeing why this game had tws for suicide.....

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autism :3

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okay bonnie is cute too

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his faceeee

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somehow i get the feeling siffrin didnt have a very good life before this :((( some sort of orphan or run away?? ---

in the floor with mirabelle's room and.... huh, the detail about siffrins coat is interesting.

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the way siffrin forgets words... or maybe he was never taught them.

i do believe he was some kind of orphan. maybe from that one island from the north?

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loop seems biased towards siffrin.... that's veryinteresting, i wont lie. i wonder if in some way they might try to turn siff against their friends? --

nooo siffrin dont get overconfident with the looping powers youre soo cool :(((

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AAAAA BABYYYY

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EVERYONE IN THIS GAME IS NEURODIVERGENT

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WE BEAT THE KING HECK YES!

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oooh the head housemaiden is sooo prettyyyy

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what.

(END OF ACT 2)

[vive-le-roi-au]

Prologue

(This post contains both images and text.)

(You’d been looping back to just the third floor for… you don’t know how many loops. Hundreds?)

(Maybe that was the problem. You didn’t do it all in one go. You just have to do it all, from start to finish, and kill the King.)

(From the top.)

(…Again.)

(You went back. Again.)

(Maybe you took too long. Just need to go faster.)

(…No. Still not enough.)

(It feels good though. Killing the one who killed you, thousands of times. It’s cathartic.)

(You’re even strong enough that you don’t need the Housemaid—MIRABELLE. HER NAME IS MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE!!!)

(…You don’t need Mirabelle’s help anymore.)

(…)

(You wouldn’t mind doing this a few more times.)

(…)

(Back to the stage, Siffrin.)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(It’s just another part of the loops now.)

(Go through the House. Kill the King. Talk to the Head Housemaiden. Something’s broken, failing, rotting. Loop back to Dormont.)

(The worst part?)

(Murdering the King has stopped bringing you joy.)

(It used to make you smile, seeing him crumble, blood spilling from his mouth, pooling on the ground.)

(Sometimes, you reduce his body to dust, cutting it up more and more and more until there’s nothing left. You’ve killed him slowly, draining him of his strength and bleeding him from a million places all over, watching the light slowly leave his eyes.)

(And you can’t even enjoy it anymore.)

(…)

(So why are you still here?)

(Whose fault is it that you’re trapped here?)

[clownkiwi]

subterfuge has already inspired me to make a 2017x-take on kamen rider. i can work with that....

[askoverkill]

Can you tell me WHY you're upset?? It's ok, I can handle it!!

transcript below:

(WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!) (HE IS DRIVING YOU INSANE?!!!)

Can you just tell me WHY you're upset?! It's okay, I can handle it!!!!

Siffrin! It's you! I'm upset over you!

(...You?) (But... what about-)

(Breath stolen.) (Shaking, shaking, it's TOUCH!)

(He's all over you.) (You can't move you can't move you can't move) (He's suffocating you) (Breathing breathing you need to BREATHE)

(HUG.) (HE'S HUGGING YOU AGAIN.) (YOU UPSET HIM BUT HE STILL HUGS YOU????)

(SKIN SKIN SKIN SKIN SKIN) (AIR! HES STOLEN YOUR AIR!!!)

(And.) (Just like that.) (He throws himself off you.)

(Like before, it's like you were burning him the way he throws himself off of you.) (You shiver, the touch still violently seared into your skin.)

I’m sorry, that was- oh, Change, I’m sorry!

(He stumbles out of his seat, rushing out the room.) (He's equally terrified now as he did the previous loop.)

(………..Ha.) (For just a second, you really thought you were going to die again.)

[lucabyte]

🤝🤝🤝 Thank you!! and aaaaa i think everyone could stand to think about the posession more. it haunts meeee. like what the hell man it's such a big unanswered question!! I'm like 80% sure it's gotta be universe wish stuff but it might not be?! like if it's not then what is it?? but if it is the wish... like... then what insane consequences right?? RIGHT????

also seeing the lines. hold on i'll put it in rot13 to censor it for any of my followers who haven't read yet. seeing these lines in your fic

Va Onzobhpur, n lrne nsgre gur ybbcf’ raq, Fvsseva xrcg rirelguvat ur jnagrq. Vapyhqvat lbh.

^ this shit made me lean toward my screen and lock the fuck in. this is when i knew you were on the same wavelength as me.

also god the use of the word 'dictated' and the shifting of blame that comes with it. really good. gonna be thinking about the wording you used in those passages a lot.

via your last comic, i think youd have a great time reading Tidelocked by faedemon. its like your braincells found eachother across time and space and went “hey what if Loop was suffering actually because they no longer had autonomy due to the wish”

well i've sure read it now !! damn !!!

Here's a link for everyone seeing this ask -> (LINK)

@moipale hi this fucking rips? 🤝 i am grabbing you i have nothing particularly coherent to say but this was very very well written! The flow of the prose was very nice and there were a lot of really good moments of rhythm!! As someone who is dialogue-heavy in my writing i can really respect a more prose heavy piece like this it is super well done. Massive fan of that method of loop getting their body back also. really fucking good.

i don't wanna say anything specific in this ask because people should go read it for themselves but the bit with the [objects] in [the location] was so fucking inspired. perfect pairing down and microcosm of theme. well done

[through-starless-skies]

🌟 THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THE BLINDING SCRIPT FOR ONE YEAR ‼️‼️ 🌟

As of the early morning of June 4th of 2025, it has been exactly a year since I first conceived the idea of this AU, courtesy of u/KuroNeko_San's artwork of an emo/villain Siffrin giving me the inspiration - see here;

https://www.reddit.com/r/InStarsAndTime/comments/1d7u6el/emovillain_siffrin_3/

I've technically had the thought for even longer, though it is with that post that the concept solidified fully.

This fanfic remains one of my proudest achievements online - even with my anxiety at the time probably rushing it some, I am so proud of how it's turned out and the impact it's made on the community. It was through this story that I've made some awesome friends, got some amazing fanart, and even learned many things about myself throughout this year, and I regret none of it at all.

See this message almost like Squibbin to the party - this wild goose chase through Dormont would never have been possible without you people. I truly am happy to have had this amazing opportunity to entertain you guys - and mayyybe annoy others >w0 /fond - with my sopping wet cat. I look back to see everyone's comments, bookmarks and so on day after day and it always brings a smile to my face, knowing someone out there loves my lil miscreation as much as I do. Special thanks to the following!

* @kuro-is-doodlin for giving me the very inspiration of this story. Your Villainfrin looks spectacular to this day and I absolutely want to see more of em! You are a very talented person and seeing your art is always a delight. This entire journey I credit entirely to you, for letting it begin at all. <3

* The ENTIRE Vengeful Conga Line AU server (which is not on Tumblr but art of it is here) for being the sweetest friend squad I've ever had in YEARS. I may be a tad goofy to get with but rest assured I appreciate every single moment we've had together, even the violent psychiatric evaluations you ran on me!!! (/vsilly) You guys have helped me learn so much about not only Squib, but also myself - and that newfound awareness has helped me tremendously along my day to day life, and has given me a step forward to take, in aiding myself in the future. Love all of you! <3

* My best friend who I will not ping for their anonymity, unless they wish to come forward also. Watching you liveblog my story was absolutely wild and awesome, and to this day I still think about your comments on it. I'm beyond floored that you said this was one of the best fics you've seen - that is amazing to me and means so much to hear. I am so happy this fanfic turned out so well and I am doubly happy that you love seeing how badly I've massacred your fella. Truly!!! /fond <3

You will 100% see more content in the future, I got the jingly jangly bouncing in my headspace even now, and hopefully will continue for even more years!!Thank you all for everything, and as always, there's always room for you on MY stage. :3 hehehehehehe!

[vulpixisananimal]

TWO HATS

(Warning for violence, two hats stuff.)

(Siffrin)

[A:0 C:0]

"So let's fight! You and I~"

(You're taken aback. Loop was sitting so calmly at the base of the Favor Tree. Putting on a face that was once comforting, but, in this moment, you could feel the malice behind it.)

(You open your mouth, Loop interupts you.) "Let's have a cute, minuscule, old-fashioned little fight like a bonded couple, okay~?"

(This, t-this is dangerous. You should leave.)

(You don't want to fight Loop, that's, that's YOU.)

(If they wan't to fight, fight.)

"Ha, nothing to say, still. . .?" (Loop clasped their hands together. Smiling at you.) "Haha. . ."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" (They stood up, their mask cracking, you could feel the violent intentions, the want for, for-)

"STA-STARS!! Killing you is going to make me SO HAPPY!!" (You blink. For a split second, you saw yourself. You saw your own face in Loops.)

(You're going to have to fight. You'll see who is favored.)

(You don't WANT to fight!!! But, but you, you-)

(You take a step back, clumbsily grabbing at your dagger. You, you weren't ready, you were exhausted, you, just wanted, to say-)

"No, you don't get a choice! We're doing it!!!" (Loop lead out a giddy laugh. Those hands that always looked so friendly and expressive were suddenly so, so much scarier.)

"Let's go, stardust~!!!!"

(Loop moves fast. Dashing at you with an almost claw-like hand. Without even thinking your blade was in your hand, reaching out to defend yourself. Loop grabbed your dagger by the blade.)

"Stage! Lights! Action!" (You saw the stary blood run over their hand. With a twist, Loop yanked the dagger from your hands as they talked.) "Teehee~"

"L-loop!" (You cry out. Your voice doesn't, sound like your own.) "Loop you, don't-"

"You know, in a way, I am so very proud of you!" (Loop twirls your knife threateningly.) "You did so good, stardust~! I am so proud, stardust~!"

"But-" (You weren't allowed to talk. Loop charged at you with your own knife. Something took over, you jumped to the side, feeling the knife miss your fave by a hair.)

"You beat the King! You got out of the loops! I'm so, so, PROUD!!!" (They screamed and held out a scissors sign. A wave of craft hit you like a ton of bricks, sending you flying back. You could barely get to your knees again when Loop charged at you.)

"Do you know how long it took for me to beat him?" (Swing, swing, swing, swing-) "Hundreds, thousands, TENS OF THOUSANDS!!! I lost track!! AhahaHAHAAAAAA!"

(JUMP NOW.)

(You jump. Loops swing barely missing you. You land on their arm. You see them wince, now! Go for the knife!! Grab it!!)

(You reach for the-)

(Loop grabs you be the throat and slams you against the Favor Tree.) "And I wished it all away!! All so you could beat him on your VERY. SECOND. TRY!!!!"

"L-loop-" (You try and say, please, please-)

(You feel metal in your mouth. Loop had your dagger to your lips. Your voice catches. You can't speak. You. Headache, harder to, think. You look at them with your one eye.)

"No, no talking, stardust! I'll kill you! I'll kill you right here!!" (They raise the dagger) "You feel it, don't you?!? You burned up your wish!! AHAHAAAA!!! No more second chances, Stardust~"

(You raise your feet as they bring the knife down and kick loop in the chest with all your might. They cough and let you go, rolling to safety and getting to your feet.)

(What. What just happened. You. You just did that. Like you blinked and. You're standing here- you should run now! Now you can run!)

(You breathe in, and out. You run at Loop, holding out a sign, Rock Bottom. The craft skill hits them like a ton of bricks. You use that to swoop in and twist your knife out of Loops hand. Before your brain catches up, you stab Loop.)

"Aah--!!"

(. . . . . . . . . . .)

(Loop looped back.)

". . . Teehee~ Here's a tutorial for you~"

[If I die, I can loop back!]

(The words rattled in your head. Stars could you stop doing that?!?)

(Interupting your trains of thought.)

(Nothing different from usual then?)

(Loop charges at you with that claw like hand. You breathe in, and out, and dodge it this time. You don't attack, you open your mouth---)

(---Are elbowing loop in the side to get them off of you- what? WHAT?!? You had a wound in your side, Loop stumbled back, looking at you in rage, your dagger had their star-like blood on it. You blink, did, what, what just---)

(Loop looped back.)

(?!??!?!! You were, you were skipping time again. Like zoning out but, hard to controll or, oh you felt dizzy. Not now, come on-)

(Loop was standing there, they looked, looked ragged. As much as a star could BE ragged. Their eye, it has, that shade. . .)

(Stop being an idiot! You don't want to die!! FOCUS!!!)

"I finally saw your party, earlier." (Loop says. Watching you.) "I did so good the whole time, they never, ever saw me~"

(Loop attacks. Screaming as they do.) "Those, those PALE COPIES!!!" (A swipe, a claw, a blast of craft.) "They're YOURS, Stardust! Nothing like mine! They never will be!!!"

"Loop, b-but-" (You try to start.)

"I forgot their names!!!!" (Loop, it, it looks like they're, crying?) "I forgot who they were!!! Just actors in a play!!! JUST LIKE US!!!"

"And when they looked at me, Stardust, they only saw a stranger, do you even know how that feels?!?!?"

(Yes.)

(No.)

(You don't know.)

(Loop attacks again---)

(---You've pinned Loop down, dagger at their throat. You flinch, realizing where you are.)

(You were about to kill them.)

". . ." (Loop isn't looking at you. They look, tired.) "Stardust, Siffrin, whoever we really are. . ."

". . . Just kill me."

"W-what?!?" (HUH?!?!) "Why!!"

"WHY?!?" (Loop yelled back.) "I tried to kill you! Just, get rid of me and get on with your life!!!"

(You're, not sure what to say. You want to reply, but. . .)

"You won!! You have your family!! You have what I WANT!!!" (You could feel something shift in the air.) "I wanted to kill you!!! To take it, to take what's mine!! STARS I still do!!"

(You lower your knife to the side. That'll be a mistake.) "My self-hatred isn't that strong that I'd literally kill another me."

(Loop scoffs.) "So killing yourself is fine, but killing other selves is off limits~?"

(No.)

(But you can't kill Loop, you can't. You shake your head.)

"What if I want you to." (Loop says, defeated.) "What if I want you to end it all. To just let me die? Can't you see?!? I can never go back to how it was before!! I've lost it all! I-I, I-"

"Loop. . ." (Your voice sounds alien.)

"Why did it have to be you." (Loops voice was giving out, tears, a sea of tears.) "Why. . . Why didn't I, I just hold on for a little longer. . . Then. . ."

"Loop." (Your voice sounds off key.) "But, don't you get it?"

(Get what?)

(Loop's looking at you, confused.)

"The reason I succeeded, why, w-why I got out." (You smile, you're starting to cry.)

"It was you, Loop."

(Loop looks at you like you're some stranger.) ". . . What?"

"I would have given up too." (You say.) " "You were here, at my side, telling me to keep going. Telling me what to do. Guiding me, helping me, keeping me sane."

(Keeping you from loosing yourself.)

(Reminding you who you were.)

(Reminding you to eat.)

(You continue.) "Even if you didn't tell me everything, and, even if you--"

"You're Lying."

"Nope."

"YOU'RE LYING!!!!"

"Nu-uh."

"YOU'RE-"

"Mira says thanks, by the way." (You help Loop up, bringing them into a hug.) "They all do."

". . . Thanks?" (They sound like. . .) "To me. . .?"

"Thank you." (You repeat.) "They say it, I'm saying it. Thank you, for everything. For helping me. For helping them. For stopping me from making the biggest mistake of my life." (You say with a half-laugh.)

". . . Stardust. . ."

(You squeeze a bit tighter.)

(It was that easy?)

(Of course it was, you're strong!)

(You breathe in, and out.) "I'm sorry."

". . ." (Loop is quiet.)

"I'm, sorry that it couldn't have been you." (You pause before continuing. Get the right words.) "You deserve it, You deserve that happy ending too. I just, I, I wish-"

"Ah-!" (Loop cuts you off.) "Careful what you wish for~"

(You both laugh at that, then cry. You feel something weird.)

"W-where, will you go now?" (You ask. Dizzy.)

"Oh, Stardust. . ." (They squeeze you tight.) "I don't know. I'll die? I'll stay under this tree forever? I'll join you so we can be one? Who knows!"

"I don't want you to die. . ." (You squeak out.)

"Stardust. . ." (You're feeling dizzy. Loops words feel distant.) "I promise. I promise that I wont die, not this easily, anyways. Okay?"

"Okay." (You rest your head on their shoulder.) ". . . I hope I see you again, Loop."

"I have a feeling, I'm sure we will."

(You feel dizzy---)

"Siffrin?"

(You snap to attention. You had wandered back to where your Family was waiting. You, you lost time again. Mirabelle was talking to you.) "Is everything alright? Talk to everyone?"

(You rub your head.) "Y-yeah I did, I'm just, a bit tired."

"You had a big day!" (Mira speaks with a smile.) "Is Loop alright? Where they still there?"

"Y-yeah. . ." (You feel two silver coins in your pocket.) "They're, they say thanks back."

(For getting you through this.)

"For, helping me through all this." (You say, smiling.)

[umbry-fic]

Circles

Summary: Going round and round is all that they have known.

Fandom: In Stars and Time Characters: Loop Relationships: Loop & Siffrin Rating: T Word Count: 3497 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 11/01/2025

Notes+Warnings: A little Loop thing I wrote last July to see if I could capture the tone. It covers Acts 2 to 6, Two Hats, and a little bit of SASASA:AP.

General warnings for violent imagery and suicidal thoughts.

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PROLOGUE A breath. Another. You feel them rattling in your chest like a bunch of loose bones as the weight of what just happened falls on you like an anvil. Wildly, you whip your head around, but the scene does not dissolve like a dream.

Bonnie is still wildly cheering, bouncing on the balls of their feet. Beau is beaming in joy, a warmth directed towards you that makes your insides go all gooey. Odile stands calmly, betraying nothing except for a tiny glint of relief in her eyes. Belle has walked ahead, peering excitedly up the corridor, barely contained trembles travelling up and down her body.

You… You’ve done it. After tens, hundreds, thousands of loops, you’ve finally done it! You’ve put an end to the king, and reached the end of your journey!

It doesn’t feel real, and you half expect your hearing to distort and the world to go all wobbly as it always does when time flows backwards.

But it doesn’t happen - the King’s armour is still scattered across the floor, the evil defeated once and for all. It’s not fading away, and you take a breath, secure in the knowledge that you no longer have to repeat this horrible day ever again.

“Hurry!” Belle rocks on the balls of her feet, cheeks dark. “The Head Housemaiden! Euphrasie is just up ahead!”

The name tickles something in your brain, something small and tucked so deeply that you have never brushed against it before. The smell of pastries baking in the oven, a gentle hand brushing hair out of your eyes, a warm voice whispering a name that is nothing more than blank space in your memories -

But just like that, it’s gone. You blink, disoriented for a moment as you stumble. Well, it couldn’t have been that important.

Crossing the short distance towards Belle, you can’t help but aim a vicious kick at a chunk of the King’s armour, sending it skittering across the floor. Good riddance! Odile’s gaze fixes on you from across the room, but you can’t care less at the moment. It’s over. You couldn’t care less about anything.

As you reach out your hand towards Belle’s, your fingertips barely brushing, your vision begins to waver. Static encroaches at its edge, and your heart freezes in your chest.

No. No, no, no, no! It’s over! It’s over it should be over why is it not over -

“Siffrin?” Mirabelle asks, her expression crumbling into fear as she reaches out desperately towards you, perhaps hoping to pull you back from the abyss you hover over, even if she cannot see it. As if she could ever save you.

As if any of them could ever save you.

You.

Feel.

A.

Tug.

On.

Your.

Stomach.

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INTERMISSION Your skin burns, the heat of a dying star scorching you from the inside. You wonder if you are shining, your skin illuminated from within by a blinding light that cannot possibly be blocked. Ah, how bright that would be.

You had woken up in that same. Blinding. Clearing. The one that had haunted your life for days upon endless days, melding together into monotonous years that had stretched on into millennia. The never-ending beginning of your nightmare. And apparently, one you can never escape!

Belle had come to greet you, as she always did, a gentle smile already on her face. But you had bolted, refusing to heed her worried cries. They were almost familiar, in a way. You must have heard them too, once upon a time.

If you’d stayed, you would have been staring at an eternity that would have eventually ground away your heart - you were already most of the way there, having once shoved the names of your beloved party members away so it would hurt less. You didn’t want to betray them any further. And so you had refused to stop running, even as the others tried to catch up to you, their pleas falling on deaf ears.

You had fallen to your knees before the Favor Tree, remembering the ashes of a wish you had made in a life long before this one. And you had begged, begged, begged the Universe for a miracle. For all of this to finally end, because you could take no more of it.

And the Universe had gifted you a Star. It had caused your flesh to sizzle and pop as you cradled it in your melting palms, your face splitting into a grin as you stared at the entity destroying your mortal body. You had faintly registered the horrified screams of those you had once considered family behind you. But you had not turned back, tears of relief flowing down your cheeks as you took a big bite out of the flaming ball of plasma.

You had burned, surely bursting into flame at that very moment below the Favor Tree. You continue to burn. The world’s brightest supernova, in a void of nothingness, interrupted by a singular presence. The Universe, observing you, the world’s greatest laughingstock.

It is peaceful.

You drift away.

~~~

ACT TWO You find yourself under a massive tree, the breeze rustling the leaves on the boughs hanging above your head.

Not just any tree. A Favor Tree. And not just any Favor Tree.

It's the Favor Tree, the one that has stood in Dormont for… however long the Housemaiden had said. You would know - its every branch had been burned into your mind as you were engulfed in a brilliant light.

How. How are you back here?

You think, faintly, that there would usually be bile already on the tip of your tongue. But you can't taste it - in fact, you can't taste even taste the dryness of your mouth. The breeze is strangely muted against your skin, and you barely have time to register the lightless shade of your skin when you hear footsteps.

Coming up the path is…

Yourself.

Familiar hat and cloak. An eye patch. Shaggy darkless hair ending in lightless tips from an ill-fated dyeing session.

Siffrin carries himself with a jittery fear. It is one you can no longer remember - how many years has it been since the first time you woke up in that field, gasping as a phantom pain gripped you? But it is intimately familiar.

You remember your wish. It remains, making its burning presence known.

Please. Someone, anyone, help me!

You feel a bubble of laughter, threatening to push its way out from the chest that your fingers uselessly scrabble against, unable to scratch away the glowing imprint of a star. You wonder if you can laugh and laugh until the world crashes its merry way to the end. If you threw yourself out of this tree now, could you split your head open on the ground? Would there even be brains to leak from the wound? Would that finally put an end to your suffering, or would you wake up here again?

Trapped, trapped, forever trapped in this blinding town. Going round and round in endless circles, looking for an escape that was nowhere to be found. If it had ever existed in the first place, it must surely be shut tight by now, the door rusted shut and overgrown with vines.

What a lovely place to be!

Siffrin’s head pushes its way through the leaves, and they stare at you with unabashed shock, single eye wide.

You wonder idly how long it would take to steal the air from them. It would be as easy as wrapping your fingers around his throat and squeezing. You would know, given how many times the King had done it to you. Such a simple gesture that even a child could do it. And with the strength you’ve gathered from the loops, there’d be little chance of him fighting you off.

But you don't. For this, too, is intimately familiar. Playing a role, and pretending, hiding all the tumultuous emotions behind a smile so that no one would be any the wiser. The perfect actor, skills honed over decades of unwilling performance.

Time to get up on stage.

“Hello there, Stardust! How can I help you in this wonderful new loop?”

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ACT THREE You watch as Siffrin defeats the King for the first time, triumph flashing across his face as the Housemaiden delivers the final blow, shining with that dazzling light that she possessed, welling from her soul.

Rage swirls like a nebula beneath your skin, energy fizzing up the lightless surface, screaming to be let out.

How dare they. He'd died to the King… what, three times? He hadn't had to suffer like you had, watching countless times as the life slowly drained from the pained expressions of your family. Until the agony your own body suffered through was nothing more than an impression, wounds inflicted over scars that your body did not remember. They didn't have to hear the sick crunch of Mira’s body as the King treated it like a ragdoll. Didn't have to listen to the bloody wheeze of Isa’s breaths until they petered out. Didn't have to feel the vibration of Bonnie’s terrified footsteps as Odile yelled at them to run.

How dare he.

You turn your gaze away as Siffrin continues into the hall ahead, unable to continue watching. Something like glee rears its ugly head in your non-existent heart when you feel the world warp around you, the scent of sugar overpowering on your tongue. There is something else squirming beneath that writhing emotion, something you shove far away, unwilling to contemplate it at this moment.

Your face is still by the time Stardust approaches, ready to shatter across the cracks spidering across their soul. Together, you question the loops.

Questions you were never able to field in your own timeline, truly believing the entire time that all you had to do was beat the King. That it was your own fault for being too weak to take him down. These are not questions you have ever had the opportunity to ask, your soul so worn down by the hundredth loop that the capacity to question, instead of sticking to a script written in stone, had been all but decimated.

You watch as Stardust offers help to his party (his family, your traitorous mind whispers, knowing they could never be yours), watch as these second-hand actors tell him things that you never got the chance to know as they scamper around town in cute little quests, spilling their hearts.

Or perhaps you once did, and the memory of it was yet another thing the loops had stolen from you. You will never know, and the realisation makes the star embedded in your chest dim. So you can only learn from their reflections in funhouse mirrors, smiling and talking to Stardust like they love them.

(You can barely remember the kind things your family used to tell you - the compliments, the jokes, the teasing. Were any of their words even true? Or just things they thought were still true of the silent puppet that you had begun dangling in front of them?)

Some loops, you melt the bark on the trunk of the Favor Tree. When you see Stardust talking to their Fighter, your fingers tighten and burn around the wood. You can barely bear to watch as the Fighter tries with darkened cheeks, again and again, to stumble through words that you only realised the meaning of once he was lost to you. Yet neither can you bear to look away as Stardust remains oblivious, smiling his usual easy smile and keeping their heart close to their chest. You want to scream at him, shake him by the shoulders, tell him that they should hold all of them close and never let go, that they should relinquish them to you -

You squeeze your eyes shut when the Fighter shoves them away, a familiar tug pulling on your stomach.

Even as you belittle Stardust, wanting to believe that at least in the world you left behind your Fighter would have wanted you, you know it to be a lie, a feeling like broken glass churning beneath your skin. He would have done the same to you. Worse, even.

After all, you'd abandoned them all. Unworthy of love.

Disgusting.

~~~

ACT FOUR You want to tell yourself that it is still glee that sparks in the air around you as Stardust holds back sobs, their shoulders shaking as they face a reality that had once, and still was, your entire existence.

But you know this to be a lie too. After all, you could have just left them to flounder. You could have hidden yourself and never revealed yourself to him - left him to a fate similar to yours, repeating the same two days hundreds of times over without ever knowing what to change. Sure, the Universe put you here. (And oh, aren't you the Universe’s favourite cosmic joke! A world-famous one-man act!) But you didn't have to stick to the script it had given you. What was another thousands loops to a broken being like you?

You could have watched, and laughed.

Instead, you had stared at your mirror image - no, not your mirror image, but the image of a past you that now slumbered peacefully beneath the waves, far out of reach. And you had realised you didn’t want to see Siffrin suffer.

You remember what it was like, to be standing in the middle of a nondescript corridor in the House and suddenly realise that you were stuck there for eternity, unable to see a way out. How quickly you had slit your own throat, running from the thought and uncaring of the horrified expressions on your party member’s faces as they watched you fall, hands stained with fresh blood.

So when Siffrin suggests the dagger, his entire body shaking and their eye wide, you shut him down instantly, insisting with a hiss that it isn’t necessary, your heart pounding.

There's a raging inferno in your veins, your hands shaking as you remember holding the dagger to your neck for the first time, hesitating and feeling like you’re about to be sick, before finally, finally letting it slip. How you'd missed slicing through the entire artery and had to lie bleeding out on the floor as Mira cradled your head and tried in vain to save you, her tears falling onto your cold skin. How it got easier with every time that followed. Even now, you think, if you could get your hands on Stardust’s dagger, you could end yourself in one smooth motion.

Even after the Universe forces you to tell him (because the Universe leads and we can only follow, right?) you still try, unwilling to let it end here. Until he gives you the dagger hilt-first, something almost like trust shining in their eye.

It makes you feel sick, but you take the dagger anyway, letting your fingers linger.

~~~

ACT FIVE Siffrin trembles like a feral animal before you, teeth bared and eye crazed, ragged breaths dragging from his lungs. You try and talk them down like you did before, but nothing is getting through the barrage of sharp shards he spews, cutting like glass. It barely phases you, and you keep prodding, certain that you can…

Until finally they find the chink in your armour and begin to chip away at it with ruthless determination.

Because it’s true. You had believed there was no way out, feet dangling over a void with no bottom - something to fall endlessly down, the darkness swallowing your bitter laughter as you shattered against the sides. You had reached out to Stardust and done your best to “help” them, even as, for the longest time, you had thought this all hopeless.

They had already discovered so much more than you ever had. You were beginning to glimpse a glimmer of hope over the horizon, piercing the endless dark. And though it hurt to believe once again in the idea of escape, knowing it might just be another failure in a long string of them, you want to cling onto the tiny speck with all your might with Stardust by your side.

But he slashes and slashes, as unrelenting as he is with his dagger, and with your wounded heart, you cannot help but turn away as Stardust stomps back in the direction of the clocktower.

As day turns to dusk turns to dawn, you sigh, knowing you cannot while your time away here, turning into a statue as you stare off into space. This cannot possibly end well for Stardust - the two of you have a penchant for causing dramatic situations. When you'd been at your lowest, your party had noticed and tried to mend your broken heart, one small piece at a time. But this Siffrin… he's so much better at acting than you had been in those last few loops. And somehow, you don't think the party will be able to help him. Not without some… outside assistance.

You don't want to do this. You don't want to face their reflections in the water, just a step or two removed from familiar faces that had been your everything. But you have to.

Sighing, you raise your hand to your ear.

~~~

ACT SIX You watch as the red sky knits itself back together, the ugly rip closing as the strange shades vanish like they'd never been there in the first place. The air is fresh, the sunlight warm on your star-speckled skin.

You breathe. Slowly. One at a time, feeling the strange stretch of your chest that you had become accustomed to.

Your family had looked at you like you were a stranger, somebody who posed a danger to them. Bonnie had frowned. Mirabelle had looked puzzled. Odile had looked wary, one hand already on her book. And Isabeau… his smile had been friendly, but lacking all of the gentle warmth usually reserved for you. Because it had all been taken up by Stardust. The better Siffrin, the only Siffrin that remained.

It had torn you apart from the inside to talk to them, to pretend to be civil (but not too civil!) as you guided them to the King. Giving helpful advice as befit your role of the gracious Loop, letting nothing about yourself slip, each word a lump of hot coal on your tongue.

The knowledge of the wish that both you and Stardust had made washes over you. You scratch at your skin, frowning when you fail to break through. Something boils beneath, and you ache to release it.

You could have had it all. You could have stayed with your family, if only you weren't so greedy. If only you could have learned to let go, they might still be close enough for you to touch.

It'd been so simple all along.

There is a freezing want creeping up your throat that has been your persistent shadow your entire stay in this world where you are nothing more than an unwanted stranger. You want to be with them. With Mira, Odile, Bonbon, Isa…

You want…

What exactly is it that you want?

~~~

EPILOGUE You snarl, ready to slice the scissor sign across Stardust’s neck. To let the blood contained within them spill out and stain the grass of what had been your resting place, but also your prison. You want to rip their heart out and replace it with your own, the beating dead star in your chest. You want to take their place, to be with your family again!

You want… You want to feel that warmth again. The vivid flavours of Bonbon’s cooking, the muffled sound of Mira reading under her breath, the sarcastic barbs from Dile, the sweaty palms of Isa under your own hands.

Stardust, pressed up against you, their head lolling on your shoulder.

You can't do it. Stardust stares up at you with a peaceful smile on his face, neck bared for you, and you can’t do it.

You fall back, frustrated laughter bubbling out of you as you cover your face with your hands.

After everything, you can't do it. Even as Stardust offers their life up to you on a silver platter, you can't take it. This family… it's theirs, not yours.

Your family is something you can never get back, no matter how much you try. Not unless you wish, and that is not something you want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Never again.

There is nowhere to go, and nothing more to do. These are the consequences of the actions you have taken, and nothing can change your fate. You explain to Stardust as you begin to fade, gifting him the hopes of tomorrow that you had once cradled.

You hope that he'll be happy - that he will know what it’s like to be loved.

As the darkness claims you, you close your eyes.

You hope your dreams will be restful.

[ghostlightfic]

@dragon-prince-lesbian As for the process, I think I was most interested in how you pace out the emotional beats, specifically in relation to Loop's intrusive thoughts. I find them so well balanced in that, even though they're always quite intense, I can tell when they're about to spill over. Also, what do you think about second person as a writing style in general, especially in the case of ISAT? I really like it. I think of writing style as a sort of matter of taste, rather than a "this is a speaker who tells the story to a person that has to be the reader," the way it's often done in traditional creative writing. Something about it just really appeals to me, like it's a mix of Loop speaking to themself and also kind of… not.

i don't know how much help i'll be with this but i'll sure try! i ended up running my mouth a lot so my rambles under the cut ❤

i'm certainly not the best person to ask about this because i don't do a whole lot of planning with my fics LOL... i think part of the trick is that i wrote the emotional climaxes of gl and bto before i actually got to them (fun fact, scene chewer and catharsis and technically some of paper cranes are some of the first gl things i ever wrote!), which helped me figure out the lead-up i needed to get there

in dead hang i think i skipped ahead to write dead hang in... around chapter 11 or 12? somewhere in that range. i realized i wanted a big emotional climax and knew more or less what i wanted to do with it, so i wrote it out in advance! dead hang didn't have as much leadup as scene chewer because the leadup was Mostly just dramatic irony being what it was, but it Did help me figure out what to do with di so it all works out LOL. i was very careful not to mention loop's party even once in that chapter

with bto, as mentioned, i had some stuff written Well in advance, though some of it needed to be rewritten for consistency and just. improvements. i.e. here's a bit i notated for what ended up being beta catharsis

i did have more notes for scene chewer and etc. originally, bto was Just going to be scene chewer, catharsis, and a worse version of paper cranes, and gl was SUPPOSED to be written as exposition for that fic, but uh. that did not happen that way. so after gl i knew i wanted to flesh bto out more, since it'd be very jarring to jump straight from gl's hopeful ending right into the deep end of scene chewer. and then that turned into... four whole chapters. Oops! it was necessary though and i'm glad i did it

as a bonus here's some notes from when i was reworking bto into what it is today

in regards to loop's intrusive thoughts, they depend on a lot of different factors! how well they're doing, who they're around, and what people around them are doing. as a rule loop doesn't really have a lot of intrusive thoughts about most of the party unless they're doing particularly poorly, siffrin gets most of it and isabeau second most. majority of their violent intrusive thoughts about other party members were specifically in scene chewer because they were at rock bottom. their intrusive thoughts also tend to be worse around people who are "defenseless", i.e. sleeping or otherwise not paying attention to them. Among Other Things. it's really context sensitive

as for second person, i mostly agree, yes! i find it shockingly easy to write in second, sometimes when i write in third my tenses end up getting mixed up, and i just... don't really like first much LOL. second person is pretty flexible imo, you can use it as just a regular writing thing Or you can do some fun stuff with it (instructional, narrator speaking directly to the audience, etc etc). i can't say that there's a specific reason for me choosing it other than that The Game Is In 2nd Person, but it is a lot of fun to write

gl is very much in loop pov despite the 2nd person though! most everything that is written in prose is something loop thinks, and it's written with their specific vocabulary and mannerisms in mind. it's really funny trying to write from siffrin's pov after gl because i have to dumb their vocab down a little bit. siffrin doesn't say shit like Dither or Suppose

thank you for the questions!! hope you find something useful here ❤❤❤

[eldragon-x-moved]

Actually now I'm thinking about like. Siffrin and Loop being only willing to talk about this with each other kinda like the loops. Siffrin was fine talking with Loop about the loops because they're in on it anyway from the very start and they get what the other has been through. Siffrin and Loop have seen each other at their worst and Siffrin knows that Loop knows how he thinks anyway so it's easier for them to breach the subject about them having violent thoughts with each other.

[chimerafeathers]

i really love how intensely Mirabelle reacts to act 5 Siffrin botched friendquest.

Isabeau is mostly operating out of concern and, eventually, hurt. he already knows something’s up before Siffrin gets to him. he knows something truly awful must be wrong for Siffrin to be lashing out like they are, and as soon as he can’t handle the situation anymore, he leaves and asks (with strained cheer) for time apart to cool off.

most of Bonnie’s anger comes from being upset and afraid that Siffrin would willingly put themself in danger for no reason, when that’s exactly why they’ve been so unsettled since the eye incident. they hate that Siffrin values their own life so little, they hate that they’re the cause of any pain or loss for him, and here he is, putting himself in that situation AGAIN. on purpose. it’s loud and explosive, but it’s familiar, too, being “hated” by Bonnie for this reason.

Odile pushes, and keeps pushing, until her concern overwhelms Siffrin and they strike where they know she’s most vulnerable. she gets physical, just for a moment, grabbing his collar before controlling herself and letting go. her fury shuts down into cold detachment, and she walks away.

but Mirabelle—dear, sweet, gentle, loving Mirabelle, “the most wonderful being on earth,” with her secret “ruthless side” that largely involves lightly badmouthing people behind their backs and then apologizing—slaps them. immediately.

and then COMPLETELY RENOUNCES THEIR FRIENDSHIP.

not just “we’re not friends anymore,” but “we were never friends in the first place.”

that’s!!! pretty extreme!!!!

of course, she ALSO starts by asking what’s wrong. something must have happened for him to act like this. but as soon as Siffrin brushes her off, she jumps past that line of questioning and dives headfirst into re-evaluating everything she thought she knew about them as a a person.

if he could say something like that to her and not see anything wrong with it, then she was wrong to treat him as a friend, wrong to read camaraderie into his teasing, wrong to think they must care about them all under their aloof demeanor.

that’s how Mirabelle phrases it—“I was wrong about you”—but i think that there’s a hidden layer of I was right about you, too.

she talks about the way they tease her like she had to convince herself that he was doing it in a friendly way. she says they talk like they “know better than her” like that’s a thought she’s had for a LONG time.

“Always soooo mysterious, Siffrin, always talking as if you're better than me! As if you know me!!! But you don't, Siffrin!!! You're just as lost and useless as I am!!! So stop!!! Talking!!! As if you know me!!!!!!”

none of this comes across as a new, sudden way to view Siffrin for her. it doesn’t shock or confuse her. it makes her angry, defensive, almost like she was waiting for something like this to happen at some point. the feeling of resentment, frustration, jealousy, being patronized and condescended to—this is something she’s been actively pushing down and rejecting this entire time, but they’ve given her ample reason for it all to boil to the surface. violently.

Mirabelle’s kindness is not inherent or easy. it’s a choice she’s making. she treats Siffrin warmly because she gives him the benefit of the doubt—refusing to act based on anxiety-fueled, cynical speculation, and reassuring herself that his actions are driven by care and friendship even if she can’t quite see it.

“I was wrong about you” doesn’t mean she always and without question believed them to be a fundamentally kind, caring person from the beginning—it’s that her first, colder instincts were right, and she was wrong to convince herself otherwise.

never mind that she asked what was wrong at first. she barely gives them time to speak in their own defense, to explain what they really meant by what they said. all of her suppressed doubts and frustrations are getting aired out now, now that all the trust she’d so deliberately placed in him has been betrayed. her pain feels bigger than this singular moment, so when she hurts him back, she makes sure it extends back through the entirety of their relationship for him, too.

“You're awful. You're not my friend, not my ally, not anything. You never were.”

like the others, she goes back to the clocktower and tells Siffrin not to come back until later. but there’s a finality to the way she ends this confrontation that isn’t quite there with the others. Isabeau and Odile reach their breaking point and remove themselves from the situation, asking for space to cool off but still somewhat leaving the door open for Siffrin to tell them what’s really going on at some point. Mirabelle is the only one who tries to fully cut ties—after everything else she says, her “I don’t want to see you until tonight” reads to me somewhat as “I don’t want to see you anymore unless I have to.”

I can’t wait to never see you again.

even back at the clocktower, Mirabelle doesn’t really defend Siffrin’s place in the party when Odile suggests leaving them behind out of concern for their trustworthiness on the most important day of the journey. Isabeau and Bonnie protest out of sentimentality and faith in Siffrin’s abilities and connection to them, and Mirabelle agrees, but…

“I agree, but... B-But would he even agree to come with us, still? Maybe they won't even come back tonight...”

she doesn’t say much outside of that. maybe the stutter and hesitation here are signs of regret about how things happened, but she lacks Isabeau and Bonnie’s confidence that Siffrin even wants to come back to them in the first place. she doesn’t trust that their bond was real anymore. maybe it never was in the first place, or maybe she broke whatever was there herself.

and she’s still mad when they finally catch up to Siffrin at the King! and she makes sure Siffrin knows that—after saving them, assuring him that he no longer needs to fight, that they’re all there for him. she still cares, of course she still cares—she’s still hurt, too, but they can figure that part out once there’s less world-ending stuff going on.

she’s the first to say that they all reserve the right to still be angry at Siffrin later—and that they’ve already forgiven him.

she’s also the first to say we want to stay with you, too. it’s not just you.

she was wrong! she thought they didn’t care but they care so much, it’s overwhelming, it’s world-ending.

i think she’s gonna be wallowing in guilt post-canon the moment she remembers what she said and did TO SIFFRIN and not just what Siffrin said to her. especially now that she knows Siffrin’s exact hangups, and especially especially if she figures out what Siffrin was trying to say.

they put themself through hell out of loneliness and fear that none of the others cared about him the way he cared about them, he was going insane from repetition and exhaustion and hunger and trying to keep them all safe and together, and all they did in the midst of all that was say something kind of mean to her one time (that turned out to not even be MEANT to be mean it was supposed to be HELPFUL they just SAID IT ALL WRONG) and she SLAPPED THEM? and told him that they WEREN’T FRIENDS AT ALL??? how could she!!! she should have known better!! what they said hurt a lot but still!!!

so when they eventually manage to try to talk about it, they end up almost in, like, a guilt competition.

Mirabelle apologizing for how she reacted, that she shouldn’t have yelled or hit him, that she doesn’t want to be the kind of person who acts that way out of anger and she’s sorry that she made Siffrin expect that reaction from her, she should have known better and believed in him more and they only messed up like that because they were losing their mind in a time loop but what’s HER excuse—

and Siffrin going nononono stop I deserved it—(HUH DON’T SAY THAT NO YOU DIDN’T)—and that he should never have said such awful things to her, ever, and she was under so much pressure already with the weight of the country and everyone’s lives and futures and her religion and their whole party counting on her to do this impossible task because she’s the only one who can, all this unbearable expectation and hope crushing her, and they KNEW that but they thought they could skip to the ending as though her feelings didn’t matter at all, like helping her wasn’t as important as saving a little time—

until they’re just. in tears together, apologizing for all the horrible things they did in between complimenting each other’s strength and kindness and resilience and how much they admire each other and saying that no, everything you did was completely understandable, actually, the only one who sucks here is me. which neither of them will accept coming from the other!!

they’re so similar, in ways they couldn’t really understand, before.

warm, affectionate, perfect Mirabelle, the resolute hero, a beacon of compassion and hope for all those around her, who wears her heart on her sleeve, her fear making her courage shine all the brighter—nothing like the insignificant, forgettable Siffrin, too terrified to be known, too fragile to touch, too selfish and disgusting to bear letting go.

cool, mysterious, unflappable Siffrin, the worldly traveler, as charming and silly as they are confident and skilled, who brushed off losing an eye like it was nothing, accepting the risks of this journey with barely more than a shrug—nothing like the anxious, stagnant, undeserving Mirabelle, a fraud and a nobody crumbling under the weight of a mission too important to be entrusted to someone like her, doubting herself, doubting her friends, doubting her mentor, doubting her faith, too weak and brittle to bend and change the way the world needs her to without breaking.

not worth bothering others with their problems. they should be able to handle this alone. stay positive, stay calm. breathe in, and out.

they’ll struggle with it, still—the hiding, the minimizing—but now, they understand each other a little better. they can hold each other accountable for what they leave unsaid.

it’ll get easier, eventually. they have plenty of time.

[p1nkc4lyps0]

As someone who doesn't know much about classical painting I'm sooo curious about the thought process behind the sifloop drawing, please tell me about it if you're willing to share

Hi! I'm gonna be real it's not too deep (I think), but I will explain!

So the painting referenced is Dante and Virgil by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, and this is what the full version looks like

It's a reference to Dante's Divine Comedy where the poet Dante gets brought through the 9 circles of hell by one of his own favourite poets: Virgil. But Dante and Virgil aren't the people fighting, though! They're in the back watching on while the men fighting are only described as damned souls, with one being an alchemist and heretic called Capocchio.

In this part of the painting, though (often cropped down to its own painting), you can better see the posing, which is where the main influences come in.

Mainly, it's that one of the men is biting the other's throat and Loop. Can't. Do. That. But GOD would they love to, especially shown as in the Loop fight they talk about cannibalising Siffrin and the waking up from a loop message of "you dream of eating your friends whole" in Siffrin's decent. And without the bite... it's kind of not as violent, even where in the original painting where one is clawing the flesh of the other's... Loop is just holding them. Like sure being tugged about and knee'd in the back isn't to nice either, but I don't think Siffrin and Loop are particularly kind to one another.

I actually tried making Siffrin slightly limp, like if I were to pin this in the timeline, it's act 4 at the earliest, Siffrin is MISERABLE. You can only really see them being actually limp in their arm, and their expression is kind of dazed.

Siffrin's neutrality towards all of this at least makes this more of a "Loop very rudely telling him to get their shit together" rather than "Loop beating the shit out of Siffren" I was actually going to make there be a few brightly coloured tears dripping down Siffrin's back to make it almost mournful, like they don't want him ending up like them when he got so close.

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[transflynnscifo]

sasasap thought (spoiler)

i cant overstate how many times i had to retry the perfect ending run bc i would keep missing things. i literally drew a map with notes of things. i had to follow a guide TWICE to get it right. got the random chance of skipping a portion of the floor to ahead bc siffrin zoned out and it wasnt in my control. i accidentally went true ending route on my second run! you have to go out of your way to do the perfect ending!

and yet the game was ACTIVELY trying to make me /not/ get this ending and every time i got either of the "normal" ones it felt like siffrin was getting impatient and no longer giving enough of a damn about keeping up appearances

and then i finally GOT the perfect ending! and...its arguably the worst one! the most violent one. the least rewarding one. i was kind of shocked by how abruptly it hits you! the perfect ending punishes you for the effort. im not sure how to really describe it besides recalling the wording that went along the lines of "you remember why you stopped doing that"

AND I FUCKING LOVED THAT. it was so messed up. oh my fucking god

[basilpaste]

hi basilll! how about 2 with... hmm... mirabelle &/or siffrin? or whatever character you want!

character ask game

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I GOT DISTRACTED WITH ART OOPS. HIIIII.

for mira its probably the amount of pressure she puts on herself? and i know thats a weird thing to say but like. the way she navigates being the 'savior of vaugarde' is really fascinating to me.

my favorite thing about siffrin is the existence of intrusive thoughts in his character and how those intrusive thoughts interact with the story. as a guy who gets. really violent intrusive thoughts??? its nice. im sure people have noticed me latching onto the dreaming of swallowing your friends whole. and its very much because of that. siffrin might see themself as a bad person for having them. but no one else does. its nice and i like it.

[cyten0]

What's the weirdest hunt Siffrin's ever been on? Not the hardest, not the easiest, but the weirdest?

▲ "Yeah, Fa! Now you can tell us about your food escapades, I'm kinda curious!"

✦ "Hm... Gotta be the time we had to go to that offshore island. Remember, the orb in the lighthouse?"

◉ "Oh yeah! It was about halfway in the waters towards Mwudu. Basically open ocean, and really weird island. Made of metal, and the lighthouse was crafted out of the spare parts. SUPER strange!"

◆ "Honestly wonder how that happened."

✦ "I kinda found out... I just dived into the water, thought I'd grab some fish or something. Ended up with... A lot of SOMETHING."

✦ "Turns out the island was a tower of some ancient city. Went into some deep trench so deep I literally couldn't go in without the water itself crushing me. But some... THINGS crawled out. Like if you fused an octopus with a human and like ten other things."

✿ "Holy CRAB that's so wierd!"

✦ "They were animals, no question, not a bit of craft in them. But I have no idea how that happened. They were oddly clever though..."

❍ "...That's... My bad. I tried making my own version of humans once. ( ; ω ; )"

◆ "What."

◉ "Uh. Yes, please, explain?!??"

❍ "It obviously didn't work. And I STILL don't know why!!!(・_・;)"

❍ "They had thought and stuff, but they just couldn't DO it right! No emotions or interests, just incoherent rambling and violent instincts! I tried to give a kickstart by making them a hivemind and nudging them through the steps, but NOTHING! ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ"

❍ "Never doing that again. (￢_￢;)"

▲ "I'm sorry to say something kinda heretical but. That's horrifying."

✦ "Well, least they were tasty!"

[dekupalace]

Siffrin from ISAT for questions 21 and 22

who could've seen these coming!! /lh

CHARACTER ASK GAME!!! 💫

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I looooove love love writing their dialogue similarly to the game's formatting. give them multiple choices, change up their punctuation and caps depending on their mood, and I LOOOOVE spiral scenes teehee

there's not really a lot that I don't like writing about him? he can be stupid and sometimes even I feel like yelling "oh my god NO read the room!!! YOU'RE WROOONG" but otherwise I love writing sif sm. they're very easy to write for me

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I admittedly need to read more isat fics cause I've been in the google docs dimension so much for my own fic but. I really like reading sweeter moments between sif and the party...especially with mira or bonnie. they mean so much to me and I think they should have more vulnerable moments with other party members other than isa yknow

and as far as what I DON'T LIKE...WELL........ call me a hater but please god don't make sif make a pun every two fucking lines. he is more than just puns. and also (I know a mutual of mine brought this up) but siffrin has intrusive thoughts but he never acts on them. please stop making them unnecessarily violent ESPECIALLY if it's to the other party members. it doesn't make any sense