#Escape The Loops

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 16

05.06.2024

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Spotify playlist of “all” the Invisible Club https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3H73nyf3Pct3BFU5GfTrg0?si=dd4a9284a14b4086

Hello. Trevor here. It’s time to enter the Invisible Club. 16 tracks from 16 artists for how ever long that takes.

Invisible Club 16

Invisible Club comes out every Wednesday and is a compliment to Invisible Waves. With less talk and more action. Enjoy…

Intro 00:00 Bushmeat Sound System-Mission AD 01:22 Uomo Meccanico-Accuminciamm 09:16 The Galaxy Electric & Droog Mulholland-Red Ball 10:40 Matthewdavid-9_WALKONMEDLEY 13:51 James Adrian Brown Featuring Benefits-The End Of Radio 15:40 Serge Geyzel-Side A – Quick Time Traveller 19:49 Moray Newlands-The Wasp Factory 24:18 David Douglas & Applescal-Breakaway 28:28 Escape The Loops-Bob’s Green Mazda 31:59 Romare-Priestess 36:38 Quiet Dawn, Oliver Night-Follow Your Instincts 40:42 HDRF-Kristallgarten 4 46:10 Christ-White Count 48:53 Julio Tornero-beta 53:31 Xylic-Óberon 56:40 Futuregrapher-Geimhús 59:11 Outro 1:04:34

[vvyor]

ah yes, my favorite genre.

this is probably the best meme i've ever come up with. ironically enough danganronpa is my least favorite of the featured games/series, but i haven't found a better way to name it, feel free to suggest.

[starlightshore]

you keep telling yourself that, buddy.

[kourota]

they make me physically ill

[starp00k]

Envy

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Everyone Except For Siffrin Is Looping Au Except Someone Wishes That Siffrin Knew Everything There Was To Know About The Loops And Subsequently Accidently Replaces Their Non-Looping Siffrin With Post Game Canon Siffrin And They Only Find Out Cause Siffrin Gets The Memory Of Back In The Fucking Building Again.

[aliensfuckmeup]

DO YOU SEE IT? do you see my vision??

[shotmrmiller]

response to this but it got so long and ig im in my throuple era rn

@xoxunhinged i listened to one (1) song on repeat while writing this on the phone

okay yeah wait or just

it's ghost x price first.

Big burly men taking up too much space in the little coffee shop you work at or something and they're there like clockwork too. Every wednesday and friday, 8 am, usually the first clients of the day and all they order is a regular cup of joe. Plain. You offer alternative sweeteners, powdered creamer, but no dice.

Plain black. Like the occasional smudge of eyeliner(?) around the bigger one's eyes.

They're cute, in their own way. John is a blend of rugged charm and seasoned wisdom. The other, Simon, is mysterious. Guarded. Speaks only to his companion.

The pet names start to get to your head. Of course, you reason that John's just not from around here. His calling you sweetheart from across the room to grab your attention must be English.

But logic cannot stop the heat from licking up your cheeks when he does. or when Simon calls you something different altogether eventually.

"Mornin', pet."

It's even more gut-twisting when you catch glimpses of the occasional PDA: A large hand curling around an even bigger jean-clad thigh. Faces so close they could kiss (Waterboarding couldn't get the fact that you've rubbed your thighs together at the thought of them actually kissing out of you) and the fact that Simon's usually sharp gaze softens around the edges, pale gold whispering against the puckered pink of a barely visible scar beneath his face mask.

A couple. They're a couple. It's bittersweet, that feeling settling in your chest. Like dark chocolate coating your tongue. Honeyed nectar of love, the bitter bite of it not being your own.

Maybe it's time to go out with your friends to the bar.

Things take a nasty turn when Simon, out of the both of them, had come in alone and propositioned you on crisp, saturday morning.

Oh, the acid in your stomach felt like it was corroding the walls of your esophagus as it rose. You don't remember much of what you said but it'd been loud, vitriolic. You'd been so furious. Hurt that they had something so sweet, something they could call their own, and here comes this big dumb oaf looking for a piece of warm meat to stick his cock into on the side.

Your manager sent you home for the day.

And home you were headed, well more like the bus stop, stomping away and across the street but the hand that wraps around your arm to keep you in place is John's. (You'd been actually fighting to get away and he hadn't even tightened his grip enough to hurt. embarrassing.)

He clears things up. Tells you to forgive Simon, he's not the most verbose or eloquent with the words he does choose to speak. "He's good at receivin' orders instead of givin' 'em. isn't tha' righ'?"

The "yes, sir" that comes out of Simon is immediate. Obedient. Submissive. (gagging, i actually slammed the desk with my fist rn) A man who knows his place because it is etched in stone. Your teeth grind like rusted gears to keep from turning into a pool of liquid in broad daylight.

"What he meant," he roughly clarifies, "is that we would like you to share our bed." your face burns hot enough to sting. "If you want," John continues, limpid blue eyes fixed on your own.

He looks rather handsome in his uncertainty.

They don't even let you go home to wash and clean up when you nod. (Or shave. Simon had very audibly scoffed at your complaint about that. Said something crass about eating lollipops off the carpet)

The dynamic had been exactly what you'd expected it to be in the bedroom. When authority spoke, Simon listened. Intently. Without hesitation. When John ordered Simon— who'd sat with his broad chest curling around your spine, cocooning you in warmth and the faint scent of smoke, mahogany, and leather— to hook his hands behind your knees and pull your legs up to your shoulders, he'd done so in an instant.

The subtle burn of your hamstrings stretching pulled a hiss from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Bit o' pain with pleasure never hurt anyone, eh, sweetheart?" The deepened rumble of John's voice vibrated in your chest and made your toes curl.

Simon's steady breaths are drowned out by your shuddering ones when John puts his mouth on you, the prickle of his facial hair tickling your sensitive, heated skin.

The burning stretch of your muscles is nothing compared to the sweet sting of two fingers sinking into your hot sex. Pleasure wells in the corner of your eyes when he curls and scissors them while his slick tongue swirls your clit languidly.

He sends you over the edge with practiced ease, shaky limbs, and unsteady mewls. The kiss he plants on your still pulsing cunt is tender, as are your now unrestrained legs.

And he slants his lips-- still dripping slick, dewy beads collecting on his beard-- over Simon's whose mask is now long gone, his erection coming to sit heavy on the fatty mound of your pussy. You can feel the heat of his cock even through his clothes.

A saliva strand connecting them two snaps as he pulls away, glancing down to look at you, sweaty and unkempt, glassy eyes shamelessly staring back.

"I'd let Simon get his turn but," hands weave up your shirt and inside your sports bra while John's grab your legs and wrap them around his thick waist, "gotta prep ya first."

(?)

That comes back to mind after your limbs feel like cold syrup, warmth dribbling from your puffy lips and falling onto the damp bedsheets beneath your arse cheeks.

The question answers itself when Simon slots himself between your aching legs, uncut cock fat and hefty.

(dis)Respectfully, you feel thoroughly used and even now, that doesn't look like it's going to go in easy.

"Easy, love," John's voice comes from above you, "He won't hurt ya. Isn't tha' righ', Simon?"

Simon, who's dark eyes hadn't moved from where John's spend still steadily flowed, cut to him instantly. "Yes, sir."

He hums, a low, raspy sound. "How 'bout you tell our bird tha'?"

A rough hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressed on your fluttering pulse. "I won't hurt ya." His grip tightens, and the swoosh of blood roaring in your ears is deafening.

Much.

The world around you fades, senses attuned only to what's currently wrenching your swollen walls apart, going in, in, and in, it feels never-ending, it's so much, too much, until--

Your stomach clenches, it feels like it's folding in on itself, and a sharp feeling radiates below your navel.

Lips kiss your sweaty temple. "That's all there is. Did so well, eh, sweetheart? Took 'im real good, like you were meant for it."

His cock drags along your over-sensitive, raw nerves in a way that has fire licking up your spine as he pulls back. "Easy, Simon. You'll get your fun from me," John assures.

Your cunt clenches unbidden at that, vise-like around Simon who quietly groans.

The first roll of his hips pushes the air from your lungs, the second blanks your jumbled mind, the third has your nails sinking into whoever's forearms are beside your head, and the fourth has you confusing John's glittering eyes with stars.

And then he places your feet flat on his chest, his weight folding you in half, pinning you in place. Nowhere to run.

Your teeth clack when he thrusts firmly, tip of his cock sitting firmly against the plug of your womb.

"Easy does it, love. Jus' be good 'n take it," John mutters into your ear.

As if you had any choice.

After, when you're completely spent, they tell you to lay back, head propped up by a mountain of pillows, but to keep your legs open, let them see that pretty pussy, they want to see their cum spill out of you.

You thought the fucking Simon gave you had been rough. What John gives him from behind is attempted murder. He grabs at Simon's hair like it's the scruff of a bellicose dog. Pins him in place with his words, growled, thunderous, then his grip. Simon doesn't bare his crooked teeth once.

When your tired hand slithers down to between your legs, tips of your fingers smearing cum around your swollen flesh, arousal surprisingly panging deep in your core, the sheer force of John's thrusts rocks the bed with enough force to crack the wall and Simon whines like a dog in heat.

[chellustrates]

the way i forgot to share him

[chipper-smol]

warmup doodles of a lil somethin somethin that Loop retained post-loops

[mothballsoupblr]

// BIG ISAT SPOILERS

umm what the fuck is that

its mal du loop!!!! hello u freaky little thang /aff

it has a mouth bc i think it would be funny if he stole that plus the pronouns.

alt version below the cut:3

it lost its drip,,,,,

honestly i like both versions equally,,, the chains were meant to form an outline kinda like siffrin’s cloak but the chainless version also looks nice,,,,, ultimately keeping the alt version as a treat for everyone who clicked read more<3333

also, its mal du loop and not loop du pays, bc home is gone. all that’s left is the sickness<//333

[gardensnakie]

What if they were in a CIRCUS and they all had a WHIMSY time??

you can see who i was more concerned about designing an outfit for

[luuxxart]

year of silver…. year of silver please sega… unpack his trauma…. pleasee….

[octonerd]

omg depression and manic depression!!! my fav character who combine to make up Loop for my escapism au (a AU in which siffrin wishes to see his country again and witnesses his would've been life in his dreams)

Design notes: (im tired ill write these properly tmmrw.) Silhouette (yeah i fucked up the spelling in the image): -represents the original universe my Siffrin is from -he is a shadow because metaphorical bullshit -eyeball cause he sees...he knows...stuff. -also frayed look cause stinkyyy and been through a lot of loops so is worn down Pirouette: -mouth cause he can say the country's name -no eye cause he doesn't know about the wish that got him there... ---paper cause of shadow puppet inspiration and also cool lore that you dont know yet. -arrow because clock hand and they rewind they time.

[wayward-stardust]

one of the most tragic things about isat's twohats fight to me is that there's no way for loop to win.

okay, yes, i know they can win the fight. but they can't go through with it. even when they pin siffrin to the ground, hands around their neck, one final choice away from taking back a life that should have been theirs to begin with, neither version of siffrin can bring themselves to kill their other self. and so, by the end of every playthrough of the game, loop is gone. and siffrin gets to leave with his family.

and, even venturing into the realm of post-canon speculation and alternate endings and canon-divergent aus, loop still can't win.

maybe they join the party in traveling to meet nille — except it's not their party, it's their stardust's. they're the extra, the sixth wheel, the one who doesn't belong. maybe, in time, they could carve out a space of their own, a life of their own. but that victory is so much further down the road.

maybe they go through with it. kill siffrin. take their place. get back on the stage. venture onwards with the guilt of the blood on their hands, the fear of being found out, the ever-present reminder that they stole this perfect ending. maybe they get what they'd originally wished for so long ago. but that victory is hollow.

maybe they go back to their own timeline. except (even disregarding the potential implications of what happened to stardust's timeline) they don't belong here, either. none of their companions know what they've gone through. none of their companions can know the true depth of what they've gone through. they can defeat the king. they can journey onward. but that victory comes at the cost of so much unwanted change.

loop still can't win. because none of these options give loop what they actually want. because what they want is to be the siffrin that got his perfect ending.

and they stopped being siffrin long before they made that second wish.

[the-game-spirit]

hey actually. something just hit me so hard lmao

if the King hadn't gotten frozen in act 5 and Mira had defeated him in the same way as usual (making him "disappear"), then Siffrin 100% would have looped again, wouldn't they. regardless of what resolution they come to with the group.

because there's not just two conflicting wishes at play. there's three.

Siffrin's, to stay with their family (solved by communication, yay)

Vaugarde's, to be saved (solved by stopping the King)

and the King's, to preserve Vaugarde forever (solved by freezing him in time, so he remembers, in that moment, in eternity)

if Mira hadn't somehow managed to reflect the King's attack to freeze him in act 5 and had instead done the usual "disappear" move, i actually kinda think the Universe would have made Siffrin loop, again, because the King's wish wouldnt have been fulfilled too.

...man, that would've sucked, huh!