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Doodled this in like 5 minutes but I had an idea while in the middle of drawing something else.

A lot of people give Loop claws but why not retractable claws to match their cat energy

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VALE WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?! STOP FLUSTERING THE POOR THING!!

Can Ramos handle a topless Loop Vale?

Sorry @livesworthlivingau I spoiled what happens when the party goes to Jouvente

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Woe, tiny Loop be upon ye!

Siffrin’s cuteness aggression skyrocketed when they saw how small Loop was. Of course he’d want to smooch them! Who wouldn’t!

Please imagine Loop’s voice becoming very very high pitched because they’re tiny. Thank you.

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I think you just infected me with sifdupays disease I need to go to sleep and maybe think about it more tomorrow... creatures

HEHAH SORRY. DIDN'T MEAN TO. Take this mdp for your troubles, I sent it to stare at you

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Remembered how much I like using paint

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✦ DAY 164 ✦

Ok. Picks him up

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Siffrin brought out the big guns ( bigger Dagger ) to defeat The King ( oops, typo i fixed it😭)

(Posting this fan art only once)

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Happy valentines Day everyone! Drew some art in celebration!

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I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GET THIS POST OUT OF MY HEAD. ISA IS SO ASTRONOMICALLY DOWN BAD, PUN INTENDED

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The rare Fritter variant known as Mal Du Paws. Not well documented, there is little evidence to suggest that the Mal Du Paws actually exists besides word-of-mouth. Most sightings describe the Mal Du Paws as appearing like an ordinary Fritter with a lightless hat, while the sight of it causes dizziness, headaches and vision doubling. However, the only way to confirm that it is not a regular Fritter is to remove the hat (at your own risk). Some say Mal Du Paws have appeared before them during times of great distress.

(name courtesy of @the-bitter-ocean)

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heard it was valentines a few days back bonus:

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put this bitch in an ao dai i know itll make them worse

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Thinking about what post game is like

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so given the 'habitual rituals before remembering why' situation wrt siffrin

do you think that like. wish craft could. have an effect on 'good luck' rituals. and furthermore. do you think this cash-strapped rogue gambled . perhaps

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Under The Stars

A Sidestory Of @amuseintime 's Scriptfrin/The Play Is Over, But The Script Remains AU.

Siffrin had a plan.

It wasn't common for Sif to have plans, especially now that the King was dealt with. Most of his plans had been hiding things from the rest of his family, and he was certainly trying better to not do that. But you recognized the specific set to his jaw, the focus in his eyes, as he walked over. Sif had a plan. You moved over on the log you were on, staring into a fire during your night's watch, to make room for them.

You'll admit, it had been quiet enough to not warrant a watch since you left Dormont. Sadnesses were few, and even freshly woken from their sleep, any of you could handle the few that were remaining. Sif had even taught you some of the skills you learned during those accursed loops, making it even more trivial. But, you liked your time under the moonlight, where you didn't have to wear any masks and could just be yourself, so you still took watch.

Change seemed to be rewarding you for your choice, as Sif sat next to you (on purpose! With no one else around!) and stared intently into your eyes, with the same focus you usually see in a fight. He was planning something, and it took all you had to keep yourself from flushing completely dark with that attention turned on you.

"Clocktower, Sleepover."

That was the codeword you'd agreed on. Sif was Scripting again. Oh.

That immediately took you from the cloud-9 feeling of being with Siffrin to the focus of something unusual. They were scripting…They had a plan. You didn't know what was about to happen, but you had a feeling deep in your gut that it was going to be significant.

"Well! Good evening! I, uh, I'm not in the way, am I?" You stumbled over your words, for all you tried to keep them focused. But it was Sif! With THAT look in his eye! Who wouldn't?!

"No, no, you're fine, hahaha!"

That was.

An answer.

"SIF?!?! Are you…Did you…I mean, it's fine if you didn't, but…Are you, can you stop scripting now?! When you want to?!"

The words spilled out of you, fully of hope, as you stared at him with a wide eyed expression. He'd! Answered you! Even though he was!!! Your heart soared, and then sank at the slight shake of their head. Then how-?

"…No, you didn't step in it." Were you that obvious? Or…no, no. Use your smart boy brain, Isabeau. And pay attention, they're talking again.

"I'm ready now." Ready? To talk? You stared, then realized you were staring and looked away, your face burning. Okay. You can do this. You can totally do this. Sif needs you. You can't be a blushing maiden about this. You took a deep breath in, and out, and let the pieces fall into place.

"You're…You've remembered more lines. You want to…try to use them? To…have a full conversation?" You guessed.

"You can be a smart jock." WHEN?! DID THEY SAY THAT?!?! DURING THE LOOPS?!?!?! You stared, trying to find the words, your jaw working uselessly for a moment as Siffrin once again changes the whole mood with just a few words. They said it with such finality, too, like it was just a fact. You tried to focus, but when?!

"Isabeau." The word brought you back to reality, as Siffrin drew your attention back. Right. Scripting. Even if they can answer a few things, you still have to lead, since he can only follow.

"Aheheh…Sorry about that, Sif! You just…caught me off guard, there. So you're exploring what you can say, huh? Pretty brave of you, Sif. But I'd expect nothing less from my Sifarooni!"

"Oh my!" The words sounded fake, but from the blush staining his pale cheeks, the sentiment wasn't. A hand went to his chest, and he managed a laugh.

"I mean it! If I'd wound up in something like that, I'd be lucky if all I got was a couple scars and a speech thing. Every day, even like this, you remind me you're still the same Sif I knew, deep down."

"I didn't say anything." It was a declaration, but they went into turtle mode again. Trying to hide their face, ducking down to peek up with the most adorable eyes. You could get lost in that look, if you weren't focusing for their sake.

"I mean…before, I guess you didn't? Or you didn't talk too much. But, well, that's alright! Sometimes it's nice to have somebody you can talk to, you get it? Someone you know won't judge you. So you can just…Be yourself, without worrying." You knew what was coming next. You weren't going to lose it. You WEREN'T.

"I've never been ashamed of knowing you, Isa."

You lost it. You blushed, you hid your face, and you found your mouth leaking nonsense sounds. No matter how many times they said that, you knew it was true, and you lost it every time. They'd even said it then! You didn't know when, but…during the loops, during the time-shaped pressure cooker, they'd said it, and they'd meant it!

"Let's have a look, then." You heard, barely over the sound of your own nonsense, and you felt his hand on yours. It was pulling! He was seeing your face! Like this! You felt the old you spurring you to run, and that alone told you to stand your ground. You managed a soft smile at him, even as you took a deep breath.

"He looks nice?"

You're gone again. Sif - Sif! Master of Hiding Emotions! - wasn't letting you hide your face, and the verbal garbage you were spilling refused to form itself into coherent words even as you closed your eyes and tried to find it in you to think. Big boy brain, you tried telling yourself, but the rest of your head was way too full of those three words to say anything.

"I have time now!" Okay, okay. You think that meant he was giving you as much time as you needed. Which! Was good! You needed time to! Recover! It was several quiet moments before you managed to get your thoughts back in order from the unexpected Siffrin Charm Assault. Well, that proves he can communicate, if he tries!

"Sorry 'bout that, Sif. You know I have a delicate heart."

"The heart of a delicate maiden." Sif is doing the deeper voice, for a line you'd said before in the past. Oh no, that was in his arsenal and he was getting clever. You were doomed.

"Absolutely!" You agree, for lack of a better option. "So…Want to just, uh, sit together for a while?" You offer, smiling down at him. "I think you've proved your point."

"I do!" they say, and lean into your side, just a little bit. You decide tonight? It's going to be a good night to just relax. You grab for your book again, to have something to enjoy as you rest together, only to feel Siffrin over at it, the slight body shifting against yours.

"…The book, is it related to your research?" Okay, that one you can guess. That was definitely something they asked Odile. But, well…When you let yourself be, you felt almost as smart as Odile, so that wasn't a surprise.

"Oh, I guess…I'm not really a researcher, you know?" You laugh, and feel the way it jostles them, and the way they cling tighter to feel more. Adorable. "I just sorta…read stuff, when the Houses let me borrow them. Which they do! As long as I drop it off at the next House, they're usually fine. Changing who has what information, you know?"

"So this is why…" They look up at you, not finishing the sentence, not seeming to have it in them to finish the sentence. You allow yourself to nod in return. "Why I've been the Smart Jock even more? Well, if I want to keep helping you, I've got to learn even more, right?"

You didn't like the expression Siffrin got at that. Like he was a rotting carcass. Like he was a weight making you sink, instead of a joy bringing you smiles. "So what do you need me to do?" They asked, and you could tell they wished they could make it sound more bitter. Oh, Sif…

"I mean! You just have to keep being you! I'm doing this because I want to! And, you…I mean, Sif, if I didn't want to spend time with you, I wouldn't bother doing this. But you make it worth it, every time! You know?"

"I do." Simple, cold, to the point. Not looking at you. Oh, you really stepped in it now. You reach down and turn his head to face you (and such a novelty, your fingers on his chin, without worrying!), staring down into his eyes with what you hope is an expression that matches your own intensity.

"Hey. Sif. Sifarooni. You've said it a lot, but it goes both ways. I've never been ashamed of knowing you, either."

For once, you get a bit of revenge on Siffrin, seeing the way his face flushes almost lightless and he buries himself against your arm. "What was it you said before?" You ask, pulling them away so you can see their face, even as they try to hide. "He looks nice?" You do your best imitation of their voice, and the two of you laugh together as they punch you lightly in the arm.

You could get used to this, you think. You wouldn't mind that at all.

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I love these idiots

Base belongs to @frechiiie (<-new username of looneyfrechie), thank you for such expressive and hilarious art!!! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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you should've picked mercy