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The stunning black F/A-18F of USN VX-9 "Vampires" cutting through the Mach Loop on a low level run
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RAF TORNADO GR4 Low level past Bluebell in the Mach Loop
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Awesome Mach Loop Madness: F-15 Strike Eagle!!
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Aquí está todo: volar, velocidad, aviones, fotografía... Los pilotos, además, posan haciendo maniobras para que salgan bien las fotos. Es el Mach loop en Gales.
Por hay pasan todo tipo de aparatos, desde Hércules a F35, Typhoon, Rafale, Apache, F15, Sikorski...
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You are a scientist. You like testing theories, making hypothesis. Working with dangerous materials that get you scolded. You are a scientist, and you are also a writer! You’ve swung at a few things before: sappy poems, work papers, crab, you’ve even attempted a horror short at Mirabelle’s inquiry. You’re favorite thing to write, though, are just basic letters.
You like to write letters. It's easier, to you, to write your thoughts on a piece of paper and hide it somewhere the recipient can find than to tell them what you think face-first. You’ve done it for years, long before you even came to the House to learn about the Change religion. A childhood habit that’s rolled over through your life like a wave on the sea.
So, of course, when time begins to loop, you write. Many, many letters. They all get lost to time when it twists back, and now, many loops in, that leaves a hole in your heart and a spot in your brain you can’t itch, for the words of each letter are mostly forgotten before you fight the King. It’s… fine, you guess? You can word things as many ways as you need to. Anything described can be described some more, after all.
For the first handful of loops, you wrote the same letters. Rather sappy, lovey things, your specialty. The furthest depths of your heart smeared onto a page for eternity, for you love and love and love, and you want those around you to know it.
Though as time trudges on, the same twenty four hours over and over in a nice single circuit built for it to run through, built by wishes and stars and twisted leaf-baring branches, so do your thoughts; therefore your letters move so, too, to adapt. More theoretical things. Questions. Ifs, ands ors buts and whys. Sadder ones after the bad loops, wailing and endlessly upset and mourning those who froze and those who were killed for standing in the King's way.
They get angrier as time goes on. More enraged. Wrath melts into the corners, edges fold and tear and warp under the weight. You stop delivering them, because you're here in this time loop hell to protect the ones you love, and you'd just make it worse if you gave them a letter like that.
You write a scathing letter, once. You write it after an absolutely abysmal loop, ending with blood and tears and probably the loudest you've ever screamed. It flows onto the page easily, and you leave it out on your desk, because you were hungry and hadn't eaten that loop with how beside yourself stressed you were.
Mirabelle finds it. Asks you, quite worried, if you're okay. You must've said something, and it had to be bad, because she flinched away from you like you'd tried to light her ablaze.
You panicked. Time looped.
Never again.
You hide them, after that. Shoved in your pillowcases or in piles of books, stacks of other papers. In the barrels. When you write only one or two you shove them in a bottle and push them to the back of your potions.
You're a shedding snake, a leopard changing its spots. Time is your prisoner and you are it's, and that melts into you as a human being until you are flesh and blood and twenty four hours that shouldn't continue.
Words spill from you, your mind, onto the page. You don't read them anymore. Just write and write and write, and tuck them away and pray no one finds them. You long for the days you could sit and write sappy love letters-- and sometimes, you still do them, but they're tinged with something, regret or rage or the absolute despair you feel, they're wrong, so they're tucked away as well. Letters just wrong, noticeably so. You’d be asked what’s wrong. Cornered. You can hear it now, “What’s wrong? What does this mean?” And all you can think of is the horrors you’ve seen.
One of these loops, whenever you get out, you expect to have a pile of ramblings with time-burnt letters and tear-stained edges. Whenever you get out, if there are any, you'll burn them. As a rite of passage, or something. A Change. Because time changed you, and the less people have to know about it the better. You can't get rid of your rotten voice or the tiredness in your bones or the way your brain has twisted to think, but you CAN get rid of letters.
You like to write. The horrors you write, of twisted time and dying and what being frozen in time is like— it can go. No one needs to know. No one WILL know. It’ll all fall on you, like every other crabbing thing in the time loops. And that’s okay, it’s enough.
#isat#in stars and time#claude looping au#isat claude#in craft and cages#isat au#isat spoilers#<- eh? in reference to like 2 things? I’m dancing the edge here#I’m MAKING SHIT UP!!!!!#common icac read more to not clog tag for being 500 or smth words#YO THINK FAST [throws this at u at Mach 5]#this one calls out claude’s enjoyment of writing being twisted by the loops! smile!#me: oh I’m gonna write some cute shit 4 the au for once#also me: writes this??? instead?#I really do gotta write the nicer things for the au lmao I gotta be nice to claude 4 once#chimera writes
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fic: twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman/Phoenix)
"You taught yourself quantum physics while you were stuck in a time loop?" (Or: the one where it is an inalienable truth of the universe that fucking around will always lead to finding out.)
I. Maybe she's still annoyed that it took her this long to figure out that she could've been wasting a whole lot of time doing him instead of drinking the worst cocktails invented by man, but Natasha's got nothing but time to spare now.
#okay but hear me out#if hayley williams can make a pitch perfect 'he has the skin of a killer bella' reference after sixteen years then i can finally write this#time loops are so underrated#mach 10 tearing the fabric of space and time#population of one on this island of extremely niche interests#top gun#hannix#*#fic
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ELEVATOR GAME SAVE ME
not sure if I’m confident with Bive’s hcs but I’ll figure out + PILBY ^_^
#IsaArt#also I have some hc of the elevator as some type of supernatural time loop#resources are so very limited; so Bive is completely non-medicated#Roblox#Roblox Art#regretevator#roblox regretevator#regretevator roblox#DrRetro#drretro regretevator#regretevator drretro#Bive#regretevator bive#bive regretevator#pilby#regretevator pilby#pilby regretevator#Mach#regretevator mach#mach regretevator#Split#regretevator split#split regretevator
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Typhoon by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: RAF Typhoon ZK341 speeds past Bwlch in the Mach Loop on a low level training sortie. Aircraft: Royal Air Force Eurofighter Typhoon FGR.4 ZK341. Location: Bwlch yr Oerddrws, Gwynedd, Wales.
#RAF#Typhoon#ZK341#speed#past#Bwlch#Mach#Loop#low#level#training#sortie#military#aviation#fighter#flying#area#LFA#LFA7#Aircraft#Royal#Air#Force#Eurofighter#FGR.4#Location#yr#Oerddrws#Gwynedd#Wales
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A small detail I tend to enjoy in Kamen Rider is whenever they use transformation/toy sound effects to accentuate the more absurd comedic moments
Exhibit A (Kamen Rider Drive)
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Oh, you poor thing... The least I can do is try to get you some bandages for your injuries while we take a break! *Tries to manifest some bandages and antiseptic wipes for Peppino's injuries* Hmm...maybe a few questions might be helpful? Peppino, have the others shown any signs of remembering you? Any feelings of Deja' Vu during your encounters? Have WE appeared to you before any of your multiple laps? A change in the cycle, perhaps?
"I really shouldn't... Oh- fine! But just for a second. I didn't even-a notice these..."
"Like I said, nothing has changed as far as I can tell. Up until now. You all haven't been-a here, either."
"Everyone is still the same, too. At least it's-a been easier to get through them."
#pizzaloops#pizzaloop au#cosmica-galaxy#pizza tower#peppino#hard to look for anything odd when youre kind of#trying to beat each other up#purple text anon#man runs through tower several times over at mach speeds with his hands as his main weapon. surprised when he realises hes injured#plot#lap 7#lap loop au
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i think we don't talk enough about how funny isabeau is especially wrt siffrin. he blushes when siffrin looks scarier/less silly in acts 3/4 (versus not blushing during some of the same conversations in act 2) and retroactively thought it was Really Cool 😳 when siffrin lost their shit at him in act 5. he woke siffrin up to say "i don't wanna tell you the thing i woke you up to tell you rn. Gn". he sees sketches of people Doing Things as it is called and just says "oh neat!". he keeps guessing absurd shit for odile's research despite having known for a while that she wasn't researching anything, just because he liked keeping up the bit. his crush on siffrin is so obvious that everyone in the party knew except mirabelle and possibly siffrin for a while (based on the fact that they go "what could he possibly have to tell you...?")/alt. siffrin saw him being Like That and remained in denial about it for multiple loops. he gets WILDLY jealous about someone else calling siffrin Sif and the fact that siffrin made odile a little wooden figure of her. he giggles and blushes at the thought of having a Dead Siffrin Ghost hang out with him. he immediately performs mental multiplication between two large numbers upon said numbers being mentioned, and gets the answer right, and when odile is like "what the fuck?" he just doesn't address it. he gets so embarrassed at siffrin calling him cool handsome beautiful ETC that he crushes a cookie to mere crumbs in his fist because he "has the heart of a delicate maiden" and got flustered. you can make him wear paper mache hands as a weapon. his post saving-the-entire-country plans include becoming a fashion designer. he audibly keysmashes, somehow. he told siffrin that he knew they liked him because "i have eyes". he's so funny and i love him
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RAF GR.9A in Mach Loop
#RAF#Harrier II#Jump Jet#attack aircraft#strike aircraft#vapor#low level#MACH Loop#jet#Military aircrafti#aviation photography
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As seen in Wales today. And very welcome.
credit Daffydd Phillips
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For my German followers, weil ich gerade das entsprechende Video von arte gesehen habe:
#Umfrage#German vocabulary#In meinem Umfeld heißen die Dinger komischerweise Leinenbeutel und Jutebeutel hat mich richtig aus dem loop gehauen#Naja ich hoffe das es irgendjemand rebloggt und ich nicht die traurige Umfrage ever mache :'D#Traurigste*
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Memory Of Helplessness
CW: Gore, Crushing, Temporary Character Death, Guilt, Vomit.
Hurt, no comfort. Isabeau POV. Technically everyone is there but only Isabeau and Siffrin are mentioned in much depth.
I saw this post for @mari-lair ‘s “Siffrin, more like Sif’s Out” AU and immediately got possessed by angst demons. Please note this post might have spoilers for upcoming comics in that AU, though also, this story isn’t going to make much sense without it.
Also, spoilers for the base game of In Stars and Time too. You’ve been warned!
The King’s Speech washed over Isabeau for the whatever-eth time only to be cut off by Mirabelle for the whatever-eth time. As much as Isa was actually good with numbers, he’d long ago given up on counting these loops, all of them had. It’d just make you go insane. There were enough things driving them insane, including the pit in their guts—snack time had stopped filling it a long time ago, this loop they didn’t even bother.
“Flower for you,” Siffrin said, giving it to their greatest enemy like it was nothing.
It meant nothing. It was just random (at least so Isa liked to tell himself).
Mirabelle put up their Adorable Moving Shield as the King charged his attack. However many loops ago, Isabeau would’ve started buffing defenses, but they were well past the need for that… mostly. Siffrin hadn’t even gotten to level 47 this loop, and maybe they could’ve done a better job of letting him feel useful, but that was fine. It’d reset and he wouldn’t remember a thing. As much as it’d hurt the first few times they did this, it was easier on everyone just to let Siffrin stay down.
Anyways, Isabeau punched at the king with his Paper Mache gloves. There was no triumph to it anymore even as hit points got shaved off like they were fighting a Tristess. Odile followed up with Paper Alpha V. Already down a third. It wasn’t always so easy to beat him. The King’s attack washed over all of them, the majority of it bouncing harmlessly off the shield. Siffrin was almost down. It stung Isabeau’s heart to see the way Sif’s one eye looked to Bonnie, to Mirabelle, then to the rest of them, just like it had the last few times they came here, so he didn’t look. He didn’t look their way at all. No one did.
Maybe they could’ve stopped him if they had.
Isabeau instead braced himself for a blow from the King, eyes screwing shut by instinct….
“I CAN HELP!”
c r A C K
The smell of copper. A horrible drip of blood on stone as the King raised an oversized fist. The feeling of something warm and sticky sprayed on Isabeau’s legs, his torso, maybe just a bit on his face. His eyes opened before his mind could tell them it was a bad idea.
“… Sif?”
Was that Sif? It was hard to tell. There was almost no darkless left. Or any face. Or distinctly human features at all. Mostly just fabric and pulp. The hat, also no longer darkless, floated down from the King’s fist, landing in the puddle of blood and bone dust.
This…
Hah. This was probably what he looked like under the rock. The King is a rock type, after all.
A hysteric laugh at the not-funny not-a-joke escaped Isabeau’s laugh as he tried to take in what he was seeing. His hand went down to tug at the suddenly-stained fabric as though he could still pick them up. “Siffrin?”
How? How did this happen? This wasn’t supposed to happen! It never happened before! Siffrin was supposed to be knocked out! To end up hitting the floor, maybe busted up, maybe bleeding a little, but only normal battle wounds! The King couldn’t kill them until the end, right?
Right?
And, well, sure! Siffrin got the Memory of Useless Idiot. It lowered their stats, but that was fine! With Mirabelle’s Memory of Sadness, they barely needed to fight. And, yeah, they’d been trying to read those Headache Books any time the rest of them looked away for even a second, but it’d come back at snack time, right? Which they… skipped…
“ooooooh….. you must’ve known this would happen. though that look on your face…… perhaps I was mistaken…… either way, Vaugaurde will be preserved.”
They drove him to this. They all drove him to his death. They were supposed to protect him, supposed to make sure he at least lived, and now he was a splatter on the floor again-
“Siffarooni?”
Isabeau reached out once more to the pile of meat and cloth and-
START AGAIN START AGAIN PLEASE START AGAIN-
He awoke to see his hands, free of blood, hovering above grass.
[Isabeau got Memory of Helplessness! When equipped, it makes Siffrin more likely to take damage for him in battle!]
Isabeau threw up.
#siffrin? more like sif is out au#isat au#fanfic#isat fanfic#cw: gore#cw: crushing#cw: death#cw: blood#isat isabeau#isat siffrin#isat king#hurt no comfort
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AU ask game, top gun, soulmates!
[ask me AU fun facts]
It's a time loop, baby! (Despite my love of the "in every universe, I will find you" trope, I cannot conceptualize soulmates unless time is wonky in some way.)
Hangman and Phoenix are the only ones repeating the same time loop and it still takes them way too long to figure it out because they spend half the resets just bickering.
They keep saving each other out of spite during the mission because neither one of them can stand owing the other. Rooster points out how much that DOESN'T make sense, but Natasha's not about to listen to a guy who has crashed his plane into the forest at least half a dozen times in the loop already.
"While you spent the week perfecting your game of Quarters, I taught myself quantum physics."
The vibes are basically Counting Crows' "Anna Begins," namely "it does not bother me to say this isn't love 'cause if you don't wanna talk about it, then it isn't love." (Fun fact about ME: if I can shoehorn anything from the August and Everything After album into something, I will.) What is a soulmate if not all the somethings in between in the shades of gray? Phoenix figures out that it might be love first but spends a week trying to find new reasons to hate him because This Cannot Be Happening.
#ask me things#time loops are so underrated#mach 10 tearing the fabric of space and time#top gun#hannix
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