#this really throw me for a loop there

[zhoras-bitch]

It's... interesting how chill Alpha MC is with murder for someone who is supposed to be a regular college student. Of course, the player has a choice in who kills Markus in the finale, but one of the choices literally has MC murdering the guy in cold blood. There is no excuse about him being a monster or anything, he's just a regular human guy (albeit an awful one). It doesn't even happen accidentally in the heat of the battle. MC drives an arrow through his chest while Kala is holding him down and then they go on to have a party and I'm like uuuh are we not gonna address what just happened? Any reflection or repercussions? Like, there is a dead body in the room, are we gonna talk about this or—

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[chimerahyperfix]

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.

[valengory1234]

While I love the storyline where Alfred was there from day one and helped raise Bruce, I think the original where he’s just some guy who shows up one day and Bruce and Dick just have to cope is extremely funny

[lucabyte]

transfem loop + siffrin... you agree

i does agree.... i does in fact ... write a 7k word essay on the subject..... if you would like to perhaps click that link and read it if you were not already aware...... kisses u on the forehead......... sorry its that long but i had to cover all of my bases you know how it is with textual analysis when you're trying to draw a distinction between "headcanon" and "reading of the text" because those are different things.... to meeeeeeee.......

[cable-salamder]

Idk if this counts as dr s2p2 spoilers but I think it does so better to be safe than sorry but

would you guys be very mad at me if I gave both of the Smith siblings brown eyes— I want other characters to look at them and be able to see the other sibling. For no nefarious purposes no no no (this will result in so much angst I swear)

[dmmdconfessions]

[Image text: I was wearing my aoba seragaki cosplay jacket with my new vitri pin to a concert! about 40 mins in I really had to pee so I headed to the bathroom, but just as I was washing my hands before I knew it some other guy walked in and grabbed my shirt, lifting me off the ground like a high school bully, and slammed me against the wall. He took one good look at the virus and trip pin on my aoba seragaki cosplay jacket, spat on my face, then ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. I was devastated and tried to reach for the pin but just as I did he stomped down on it looked me dead in the eyes and said "yaoi lame" and walked out the door leaving me with tears rolling down my face. I can't believe this is the world we live in.]

[duelbraids]

pearls before swine, all flowers die / tapped the last good vein, don't know how to shut it off

finally done with this design - really happy with the cohesion of all these colors.

[h-doodles]

truly not sorry but once again thinking abt miranda/mc/mia in RL. i need them SO bad. like, 2 of the most morally unsound persons (Mia & Miranda) + their little meow meow. Knowing both are so possessive and destructive (TO OTHERS) when they love and instead of running, fully embracing the chaos of it. Loving them despite their delusions of grandeur, the crimes, the secrets, and the deaths (+ undeaths) caused (or ordered!) by their hands. Acknowledging this is fucked up but you can't help it. Lovingly bitching abt their fights but fully done and gone to do anything else but to soothe and continue loving them, because after all those years of waiting and doing and redoing everything to be perfect was worth it for this.

also did i mention being their little meow meow. sorry Miranda, MC was the original gremlin in the relationship and Mia being the fucked up feral racoon she is now is not solely by her doing, MC was and IS the enabler in both relationships that it bled over sm and OUGHJJJJJHHHHhhhh im being so emo abt three (3) women being utter menaces frfr

[simplydm]

Oli, quinn, Joe, Jimmy, Martyn, Lizzie, impulse, and antfrost are SUCH a random group this is awesome

[juminies]

Jumin?!?

[hostradio]

i  think  al  always  smells  of  blood  (  the  degree  to  which  is  determined  by  how  recently  he's  killed  someone  —  so  usually  quite  strongly  )  with  an  undertone  of  damp  soil  and  rotting  leaves.  eau  de  wet,  decaying  wilderness.  that  being  said,  i  think  if  he  ever  were  to  wear  a  conventional  fragrance,  it  he  probably  prefer  something  along  the  lines  of  a  cologne  scented  like  spiced  amber.  warm,  heady  whiskey;  clearly  pairs  well  with  the  blood  smell.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[dekupalace]

one thing about me is I Will make a playlist. this is an ongoing threat and there is no stopping me

[apollos-boyfriend]

Someone not knowing who jordan is is so funny to me considering I followed you FOR your Jordan/Sparklez family posts 😭

i get it once every few months and it manages to catch me so off-guard every time. to the people who have managed to dodge every one of my captainsparklez-centered posts a. how and b. let me introduce you to this funky little series called mianite

[idkmynameiskat]

Also, probably an unpopular opinion, but I swear if Demon Slayer got rid of at least half of the cringy/“funny” scenes they put into the show, it would 100% be in my top 5 anime