#loop 3

[rr-shattered-memory]

You sigh, run your hand through your hair tugging it pulling your head backwards as you do so, "uuuuhhg yeah you're telling me."

"I just don't know what to do" Roman whispers.

'There is one thing we can do' you think.

"There is... something I can do" you say.

Roman looks to you suspicious.

"I can just, kkkkrch" you say while swiping your thumb across your already scarred neck.

Romans eyes widen - he grabs your wrist and pulls you in a hug, "no don't do that to yourself."

"Why? I'll just regenerate back to this morning" your flippant tone doesn't help.

Roman holds you tighter, "Remus, you've already died two too many times - I don't want you to suffer again."

You pat Roman's head, "eh it's kinda like it never even happens when I wake up."

Roman backs up and touches the scar on your neck, trails down to your elbow at that scar and further down to your hand where you plunged that knife in.

"It's not though, your body is reflecting your trauma - there's got to be side effects to this."

You shrug, "it's not like I know the rules - I didn't make this happen."

Roman purses his lips, "there has to be a catalyst though right?"

"Probably, but no memories don't help."

There's silence as Roman thinks, "maybe we can find clues in your room or phone or something?"

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Taglist: @light-me-on-pyre

[mantisgodiveblog]

(Part 23 is here)

Welcome back to In Stars And Time Liveblog. This time: we left off in the middle of a conversation and now you're getting zero-context reactions to things you didn't see. We are tragically limited by our medium.

Admitting that you like listening to your friends talk? What a dreadful crime.

This is what happens when you're a wet cat of a man... The Suffrin. Next thing you know, they'll put you in a kitty carrier to take you to the vet. We wonder if Siffrin's up to date with vaccinations?

Ooh shit, like the book at the library? We've got to get our hands on that one. The book, Siffrin. We crave knowledge.

[skullzy20]

I want him dead (said with endearment)

[naomistares]

i wanted to draw falin again after yesterday's ep 😭

[tawnysoup]

"You never know, you could surprise us all in time. Who’ll ever know if it was you that caused the crime?"

(video lyrics under the cut)

"I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face And soon forget that they reflect but don’t create.

I suggest that you address your appetite For to be seen to cast your beam across the night."

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)

[artilite]

starclan's grace <3

gorgeous designs by @dropespeon ! GO CHECK THEM OUT!!!

[zombie-bait]

Larian modding animation + Legends of Avantris Chuckles animation held hands to bring him to life folks

[a2tr4l]

I love my autistic son

[rr-shattered-memory]

You lay there for a few seconds before letting out the loudest screechiest let's get ready to fuck shit up scream you can muster.

Alright, that was fun - if this is gonna happen you mind as well go along with it.

"Fine let's see here" you mutter getting up looking around at your room, "same as before."

Just then your door opens and you're being squeezed.

"You're here early" you wheeze.

"Oh thank the gods you're okay, I don't know what it was but I suddenly had a-" he lets go of you and looks at you confused, "what do you mean I'm early, we didn't have plans."

"Oh yeah, you wouldn't remember that" you laugh, "that's ironic don't you think?"

Roman stares at you, "are you high?"

"If I am this is the fuckiest trip I've ever been on! wait... am I high?"

Your thoughts about that are cut off as Roman touches your neck.

"What the hell is that?" he asks.

You go over to your mirror to check it out, kicking something on your way over.

You notice your neck has a weird pattern on it, you look at other body parts and notice there's more scarring at your left wrist and knee - you turn your head to see there's also one there peaking out from behind your ear.

"Daaaaamn, those stairs fucked me up" you say with an impressed tone.

"W-what?" Roman asks shakily.

You turn back towards him excited, "did you have another nightmare?"

"A... another? I mean yes I did but what, Remus you're starting to freak me out."

"That means you saw me die again, that sucks for you but helps my case!"

"I need an explanation, right now."

Okay, you have learned that you're not a very serious person, and you do like that - however you need him to believe you so you get the most serious you think you can ever get.

You make eye contact, having all the seriousness you can handle flood your body and tell him, "you need to believe me this time."

He looks confused but nods, the seriousness must be working.

"I'm looping -as in time- this is the third loop and I also don't exactly know uh anything outside of this room mostly."

"But you know me?"

"Yeah! although I met you like two of my days ago" your flippant tone apparently doesn't help Roman's thinking.

"I'm having trouble believing this... heh" he chuckles nervously, "are you-"

You grab him by the shoulders before he can finish, "no this is not a prank."

"Oooookay okay but Remus this is unbelievable."

"Yeah okay and you dreamt of me falling down the stairs and dying and then you come here and see my knarly sick ass scars that line up with that and you think what?"

Roman blinks.

You stare at each other.

"Yeah okay, tell me more."

First Save Start.

Second Save Start.

Third Save Start.

Previous.

Next.

[mantisgodiveblog]

All right, let's go again. You know us, we have two other posts in the tag today, we're liveblogging a game in excruciating detail. We're also actually starting to tag with Act 2 spoilers, because we don't want to put the results of a probably-major decision in the tag otherwise. Let's go.

(Part 28 is here)

But before we go onwards, we will, of course, check the pillars. And what lies past them. Far end of the hallway has a door locked with an openphrase - it's not opened by either "change" or "stostorage roomoom", so we suppose it'll have to wait 'til later.

We can excuse murder, but we draw the line at animal death.

Can't wait to see Bonnie solo The King. If it is even vaguely possible to do this then we will absolutely attempt it as a solo run in future. In Which A Bunch Of Fucking Idiots Sit In Place And Guard Against The King While A Twelve Year Old Slowly Beats Him To Death With A Cast Iron Pan. Someone please tell us if this is mathematically impossible or something we would like to attempt to beat the King to death in this manner.

Tragic! Next loop, then. We'll just see how it goes.

[zillychu]

oh, you ate a star when you crashed out? that's cute

[honnneyz]

Dancing in Space

[catxolotlquoise]

Loop gets she/her privilege and is even more of an unapologetic royal ✨BITCH✨/aff /silly

[sketchydoof]

This idea popped up in my head

[gluttonygirls]

I should probably check back in the staff area...maybe one of my friends worked here. And even if that's not the case, maybe there might be something that'd jog my memory. The office might be better for that, but if I can't remember coming here there probably wouldn't be anything there for me...

That's true, and I would do that, but... gosh, how long has it been since I came here? The park had closed when I was a kid, so the last time I ever set foot in here was when I was only as tall as my knees were now.

And a whole lot lighter.

Still, without clear directions for the office, it seems like I'd have to go poking around to find any staff areas... for now I might need to really start looking at stranger places.

The pool doesn't seem like a half bad idea, either. So, once I've finally caught my breath, I head down the familiar path of this twenty year old park, to search for the pool.

It's only a short walk past the changing rooms and the gift shop, but eventually I can see the massive pool. It stands in the shadow of a waterslide, looming over it like a coiled snake taking a drink. Oddly, it's still full of water, looking crisp despite years and years of disuse.