#🌌 // loop

[ikusayu-no-hana]

"And suppose I can't protect history?" "We will have no choice but to cut you down."

Touken Ranbu Kai: Kyoden Moyuru Honnouji, coming April 2024!

[malwarechips]

that one conversation after you've used the dagger at least once

[thenothlng]

i hope its us in the end detail shots below the cut.

[fictionkinfessions]

the destiny fandom is making me really insecure lately. i keep having to think of... that moment in The Final Shape with Cayde and me and to my unfortune i opened the comment section. sigh.

"This cutscene is so sad... Sundance is like his wife Cayde misses and remembers from his past life pre-guardian revival!"

no. no, i am not! and i heavily discourage anyone from supporting this ship! please? oh, right. i forgot. that ship is the only thing that makes barely anyone remember me.

i know, i know, this is incredibly hypocritical of me being someone who says that everyone can ship everything except for, yknow, the obvious, and there shouldn't be entire ship wars about which is the best or shouldn't exist. but unfortunately, this always happens in this system. to everyone. as soon as the ship is something from one of our sources, we freak out. bummer. sorry to all shippers we've cussed out. genuinely. (not aloud! we do not hate on people publicly and directly. that sucks. don't do that.)

now, i should probably explain myself on why i dislike this ship so much...

well, you see, first of all, what Cayde sees in his flashes and little dreams and everything is his wife. his actual real wife. that is not me. he does not miss me because he sees a part of his wife in me. he misses the one he actually had.

...

i know everyone is thinking the same right now. "well!!!! but anytime he brings up your name he immediately reverts to how much he misses you! that cannot be platonic!!!"

so first of all, and because i literally cannot find a better way to say this, fuck you for not letting people miss others platonically. fuck you for not letting people grieve. fuck you!

second of all,

he watched me die. and then died himself. he was resurrected and forced to watch me die again in a vision. believe it or not, that. is. scarring.

and because i know this isn't reason enough for most people, let me re-establish the fact that i'm a being made of machine and light, and cayde is a resurrected exo who got granted the light.

do you see where i'm going here?

we are bound by the light. from the day on i found and resurrected him. this isn't romance or anything along the lines of that. he was a part of me, still is. i was a part of him, still am.

when i was shot, right then and there, that was him losing a part of him. and not just because he was mortal now, unable to be resurrected again. we were one.

this is also part of why he chose to resurrect Ghost. He found purpose in giving his light back to the most incredible Ghost i've ever met, he didn't feel well as an existence from an Ahamkara wish,

and he knew i was waiting. i still believe that any decision he would've made, would be the right one, because He Chooses His Own Fate, but he knew i was there. waiting in the light.

...and now i'm here. waiting for him. again.

-Sundance, fictive (Destiny, Game) #☄️🌌💫

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[skyseas]

"Uh.. Ludwolf welcome you to.. Err.. Tag? Place? Tag place.. Tag area..? Whatever.."

🪽 | Fatuus Wish - Answering Asks.

🔧 | Tinkering - Reblogs.

🪶 | Birds of a feather - Starters.

🌌 | A huge world - Promos.

🪆 | Special Guest; Estrella. (ill eventually make him his own little slot in this big ass multi-muse blog lmao)

📃 | Old News - interactions with the harbingers!

🌹 | Rainbow Roses and their meaning.. - interactions with @clockwork-freminet // idk if they don't want me to interact with them T_T tba,,

🐺 | the big bad wolf - Answering asks.

🍄‍🟫 | could be poisonous - Reblogs.

🌿 | Plant life - Starters

⛺ | Thievery - Promos

tba,,,

🌊 | The water's edge - Answering Asks

🧜 | For big brother Ray. - Reblogs

⛵ | Hello landwalker - Starters

🐚 | The sea welcomes you! - Promos

🧜‍♀️ | My dear friend Airi - Interactions with Airi! [@airiswims. apologies if you don't wanna be mentioned.]

🧜 | Big brother? - Interactions with Ray [an oc of one of my bestest friend's :3]

🔥 | Set your spirits ablaze! /ref - Answering Asks.

🍳 | Chef coming through! - Reblogs

🍪 | Here; have a cookie! - Starters

❤️‍🔥 | Burning hearts! - Promos

tba!!

📜 | Never-ending loop of existence. - Answering Asks.

⚠️ | A warning hit - Reblogs.

⚔️ | The fight will last. -Starters

🌸 | From my dearest daughter - Promos

TBA!! ^_^

No anon-signoffs here yet!

[kijagf]

i'm still thinking about that cut hadestown lyrics bcos its a little bit cynical "he kept trying as though he could change the world" but the thing is he DID change the world. but at the same time the whole story is narrated by hermes who knows the ending and he has seen it played out again and again he knows that orpheus will succeed in changing the world and the world will also fall apart again. it's a little bit sad but endearing as he looks on at orpheus' futile efforts that will succeed but ultimately change nothing and yet it means everything that he continues to try and change the world again and again

[kazehita]

Goobers <3

Loop concepts with some other cosmic objects

2hats/secret spoilers beneath the cut 🌌 (also mild body horror(?))

^^ did this immediately after getting the secret ending. i love them

[aroace-poly-show]

in stars and time ask game 🌌

1- favorite character?

2- favorite npc?

3- favorite soundtrack?

4- favorite memory?

5- favorite optional event?

6- do you have a battle strategy you’d like to share?

7- anything you’re still curious about in-game?

8- any post-game things you’d like to see?

9- any theories on unanswered questions from the game? (about the forgotten island, why colors disappeared, etc)

10- any headcanons about the in-game world? (about the forgotten island, craft types, just like. world building hcs, etc)

11- any character headcanons?

12- what got you interested in the game?

13- if you’ve played the game, how many loops did you do? if you’ve played it multiple times, whats the least amount of loops you did? the most?

14- favorite character portrait(s)? (feel free to specify a character! or not! do whatever!)

15- anything you’d change about the game? be it game mechanics, a new feature, a change in plot, etc

16- what craft type do you think you’d be?

17- if you could have any of the snacks bonnie makes during the snack breaks, which would you choose?

18- free question!! send a question of your choice or treat this as an opportunity to let receiver ramble about anything they’d like

[itacats]

Butcher Shop Connection

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: Weeks without contact had worn Simon down, leaving him adrift in worry and helplessness. His routine at the butcher shop, once comforting, now felt hollow without you. When you finally appeared—with Tom looming behind you—Simon’s protective instincts surged. The interaction between the three of you was tense, every moment charged with unspoken desperation. Despite the fear in your eyes, Simon’s determination solidified: he would find a way to help you escape.

A/N: This chapter is heavy with tension and restraint. Simon’s internal struggle between wanting to act and knowing he can’t risk making things worse mirrors the quiet strength of his character. Meanwhile, your subtle plea for help highlights the immense bravery it takes to reach out while under Tom’s control. A napkin—so simple yet so meaningful—becomes a symbol of hope, a thread connecting Simon to you in this dark moment. The stakes are rising, and Simon’s resolve to help is unwavering. Hold tight—this story is just getting started. 🌌

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 6 - A Fragile Lifeline

The weeks without a word from you had worn Simon down, each day stretching longer than the last. It was as though your absence had carved out a hollow space in his chest, a dull, gnawing ache that refused to fade. Every morning, the quiet hum of the butcher shop felt emptier, the smell of fresh cuts and the rhythmic sound of knives on meat suddenly lacking their usual comfort. He thought of you constantly—how you had smiled, how you had laughed, how your presence had brought light into the mundane routines of his life. And now, without you, everything felt heavier.

He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had taken root. There had been days when the thought of going to the police had been a constant undercurrent, but each time he considered it, a sharp pang of doubt held him back. What would it change? Would they even believe her? Would it escalate things further? His mind ran in circles, the scenarios of confrontation, or even redemption, playing out in endless loops. But with each passing day, those scenarios remained just that—empty imaginings, no action. Just waiting. Waiting for you to come back.

It was an ordinary day at the shop when the door chimed. The soft, familiar sound normally wouldn't draw much attention, but today it did. Simon turned his head, his heart jumping in his chest when he saw you. There you were, standing just inside the door, a shadow of the vibrant person he remembered. Your face was pale, drawn tight with worry, your eyes avoiding his gaze as if afraid to meet it. And behind you? Tom. That vile, possessive figure standing close behind you, a dark energy wrapping around you like a suffocating fog.

Every instinct Simon had screamed at him to act. To grab the nearest knife, to confront Tom, to break the control he could see so clearly in the way Tom held you. The way you moved under his influence, the way your posture sagged, defeated and submissive. It made Simon’s blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to tear Tom away from you, like a butcher working through meat, to end this torment. He pictured himself with the sharp gleam of a blade, but even as that vision flickered in his mind, the cold logic of restraint held him back. No, he couldn’t do that—not here, not now. Not yet.

Tom sauntered to the counter, his smirk wide and self-assured, while you remained a silent presence, lost in the gravity of his control. Simon felt his eyes flick to you, watching as you shifted from foot to foot, too quiet, too withdrawn, as if trying to shrink into yourself to escape attention. But Simon couldn’t stop watching you. He could see it—the weight of everything you’d endured in your posture, the subtle tremble in your hands. It tore at him.

Tom waved a hand dismissively, not even acknowledging Simon beyond his businesslike tone. "You gonna grab those meats for us, Buddy?" The words were patronizing, dripping with entitlement, and Simon’s grip tightened on the edge of the counter.

You were still lost in your mind, your thoughts far away from the scene unfolding before you. That’s when Simon couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward, slow but deliberate, his body fighting against the need to flee, to act, to shout out. He reached for the meat, his hands steady despite the chaos roiling inside him. The moment was surreal, everything so still, so calm—until it wasn’t. He finished cutting the meats and extended them to you, his fingers brushing against the cool, wrapped packages, but before you could take them, Tom’s hand shot out and snatched them away with a swift motion.

"They can pay," Tom declared, his voice dripping with smug ownership. He glared at Simon as if daring him to challenge him, before turning toward you. His hand landed possessively on your back, pushing you forward towards the register with a casual gesture that made Simon’s stomach churn. "I’ll be outside, dearest," Tom added, his tone dripping with a kind of false sweetness that made Simon’s blood run cold.

As you followed Tom’s direction, head down, shoulders slumped in quiet defeat, Simon’s mind raced. It was all too clear to him now—the power Tom wielded over you, the way you barely resisted. Simon’s fists clenched involuntarily, the heat of his anger rising with each step 

You hesitated, torn between the overwhelming fear that anchored you in place and the instinctual pull to seek help. The pressure of Tom’s presence, so close behind you, loomed like a weight on your chest, and yet something inside you still wanted to reach out. You could feel the heaviness of the moment, the quiet desperation that hung between you and Simon. As much as you knew that any wrong move could send Tom into a fury, the urge to connect, to grasp onto any sliver of safety, was undeniable.

Simon, ever perceptive, had his eyes locked with yours. In that brief exchange, you could see something—a flicker of determination beneath his usual nonchalance. He wasn’t going to let this moment slip away. Not like this. His breath quickened, his hand slightly trembling as he leaned in closer, careful not to draw Tom’s attention too much.

“Don’t worry about it. Just take this,” Simon murmured, his voice low but insistent, as he shoved a napkin toward you across the counter. His movements were rushed, almost frantic, and his heart hammered in his chest as he quickly scribbled his phone number. It wasn’t neat or elegant, but the scrawl was undeniably his—a promise in ink, a lifeline for you to grasp if you needed it. The act felt insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but in that moment, it was everything.

You reached for the napkin, your fingers brushing the cool paper, but your voice—hoarse, tight—cut through the air. “I need a receipt,” you said, the words coming out broken, like they were clawing their way through your throat. "Or he’s going to think I did something for—or rather to— you for the meat to be free."

The confession hit Simon like a punch to the gut. He felt a wave of helplessness crash over him, cold and bitter, as he realized the weight of what you were enduring. The fear, the manipulation, the isolation. His stomach turned as he tried to steady his breathing. But even in the midst of this, he found himself still trying to be practical, to do something that might make the smallest difference.

He quickly wrote up a receipt, his hand shaking slightly, his mind reeling with thoughts of how to get you out, how to protect you. When he finished, he slid it across to you, his eyes briefly meeting yours. He didn’t trust his voice to speak, so instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, sliding it over the counter to cover the cost. It felt like nothing—no price could ever make up for what you had suffered, for what Tom had stolen from you. Still, it was all he could offer in this moment, and it was wrapped in the concern and helplessness that burned within him.

“Take the napkin and hide it,” Simon urged, his voice thick, barely above a whisper. He couldn’t risk Tom’s gaze catching him too intently, not now. “Call that number if you need me. For anything.”

You nodded, carefully tucking the napkin away as if it were a fragile thing, a thread of hope that could unravel the darkness around you. It wasn’t much, but in that brief moment, it felt like the only connection between two people caught in a world they couldn’t escape from. A lifeline, fragile as it was.

As you turned to leave with Tom, Simon watched you go, feeling that familiar ache in his chest. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again. In the weeks that followed, he caught glimpses of your face in the crowd, flickers of you as passing customers came through the butcher shop, and each time, it felt like a ghost, a shadow of the person he had come to care about. He would hear echoes of your laugh in the steady rhythm of his work, memories of moments shared, fleeting glimpses of a life he hoped you could have.

But Tom never relented. He kept you locked in his grip, always lurking just beyond Simon’s reach, and Simon couldn’t do anything more than wait and watch as the world around him continued to spin, unsure of where you were and whether you were safe. Still, he clung to that napkin, to the small hope that, somewhere, somehow, you might call.

Tag List:

@jessicab1991

Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

[celestialprincesse]

🕊️🌌

Slutty hours™️

Simon knows you're a brat, knows that you like being put in your place by him with a strong hand looped around the thin skin at your clavicle or a threat growled low into your ear, telling you to behave for him, be good for him. You never are, that's why he loves you - he knows that you won't simper and cower under him just because he's stronger, bigger, meaner. Until he fucks you. 

When his firm hands grip into your hips like they're the rope pulling him to salvation, like you're the most heavenly thing he's seen, whispering prayers into the skin of your neck - biting into you like forbidden fruit, like you're his Persephone and spring is just around the corner. It's in the way his ears inadvertently prick up when you mewl and gasp and whine under him, like a sailor to a sirens song, he'll do anything to hear it again and again - so be it if it kills him, he'll die a happy man. When he looks up from between your legs, licking at you like a starved man to the sweetest of honey, his eyes are glazed over with something you could only ever describe as sheer reverence, and his whispered words of adoration don't reach your ears, too muffled by the plushy skin of your thighs softer than the richest velvet. 

When Simon fucks you, it's a ritual, a prayer to anything that listens, above or below, a prayer to come home to you, that you will be his for as long as you'll have him. It's a mantra every time he snaps his hips, has you crying out as his tip brushes your cervix, nails digging red runes into the scarred skin of his back, inviting magic into your home, into your bed. The way he kisses at your stomach, palms at your waist, invoking the gods to make his seed strong, your womb fertile, to give you everything you want. He wants to show you how strong you are, to create a life, to carry it, to take dreams and make them tangible. 

Simon thinks you don't realise the way he holds you like glass after he's finished, breathes in the scent of your hair and sweat and traces of perfume, breathes you in like you'll be torn away from him, sent back to whatever heaven you fell from just for him. You do, you notice the way he rests his head on your heart, his hand on your navel, the way he lets his body, so marred by fear and death and sacrifice, try to create life, to find peace in the simplicity of tired, sighed out breaths in a quiet room, and whispered words of worship - of hope.

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I didn't mean for this to get so deep😃 wanted to write some filthy smut and this came out instead 🫤

[dailyisat]

stardust!!!!! ✨ it's Loop Luesday! ✨ -🌌

[malwarechips]

my dragon

[vinelark]

what r some fics that shaped your psyche? you have so many good recs im currently rereading the to an athlete dying young series

hello! you sent me this ask ages ago and i've been meaning to get to it ever since. (it took me so long to answer that i'm sure you've reread to an athlete dying young by @sonosvegliato many times over by now but hell yeah, what a good one.)

these are a few fics--dc and beyond--that have been in my "in case of emergency" epub folder (aka fics i want to have on hand immediately to reread on bad days, or good days, or even average days) for a few years now. so here is an extremely incomplete list of fics that have shaped my psyche!

for dc specifically--if i tried to list all of them i would just end up repeating my whole fic rec tag, so these are just a few of the ones i read when i was getting into this fandom that stayed with me/made me want to seek out more for these characters:

📸 surveillance series by @smilebackwards

this series located the tim drake center of my brain and lit it up like the vegas strip.

🎒 like a hinge, like a wing by @bonesbuckleup

one of my go-to rereads for pangs; chapter one is a masterclass in tension. also, one of my favorite pre-robin tim pov fics of all time.

💻 nominal by @unpretty

"you don't get it, batman is a comedy" --conversation i've had with multiple people using this fic as my thesis statement.

🌃 the jingle jangle morning by @audreycritter

the moment somebody in my vicinity says "i love dick grayson" i'm on their doorstep with this fic url.

🚉 a meditation on railroading by @eggmacguffin

there's a moment in this fic known among my friends as "baby wipes jason" and it has successfully converted no less than three people to the fandom.

and then for non-dc fic:

🌌 atlas by @megafaunatic (mdzs & tgcf)

did i read this before i had a single clue who the characters were? yes. did i return to it once i did and lose my mind a little? yes. lore etymologyplayground writes that “so so so in love and pining so hard the lines between us are blurring and we haven’t made a move yet but it’s inevitable” flavor with such a deft hand; it is in fact called the lorezone. if any friends-to-lovers pining i write can achieve even 50% of a lorezone i will have done my job.

🪿 If they caught you by @feyburner (tgcf)

i go back to this when i think about setup and payoff, when i think about subtle misdirects, when i think about the monumental task of creating whole compelling new characters in 6k words.

🧪 away childish things by lettered (hp)

one of the best de-aging trope stories i've ever read; i think of this when i want to take a trope to its maximum potential and then go: no wait, there's even more.

(another fav de-aging fic is grow by @cafecliche; shorter plot but no less pangs 🌱)

🏡 in defiance of all geometry by @idiopath-fic-smile (les mis)

a fic that's a perfect reread when i need something cozy and full of character, and a perfect touchstone when i'm pondering something where the world may not hang in the balance but the stakes still matter.

📔 The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (cql/mdzs)

paragon of metahumor, basically. i think of this when i want to write something that's funny in both text and form.

🍚 and his wanting grows teeth by @yuebings (cql/mdzs)

masterclass in pangy backstory reveal; the way the first scene loops back around to punch you in the gut long after you've forgotten it will forever be seared into my brain.

also, most answers on this list fit the bill!

(apologies again that this answer is so belated; it took me ages to write up partially because i kept stopping to reread these fics every time i tried.)

[mewintheflesh-2]

WEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE THE BELOVED THE HE THE HIMB!!!!!!!!

THE SILLY!!!!!!!!

ALSO GRARARARA MORE DISABLED REP 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 GIVE

The husbands, they’re divorced and in love and we’re never married and are destined to be together and destined to kill eachother

Skyvember Day 23: Leader

I’M BACK ON TRACK! (I still haven't finished the Crossover day but shhh 🤫)

IT’S NIKEY BABY!!

He so silly :3

My little cousin thought of the idea that he has prosthetic legs and hearing aids, and I gotta say that's the best idea she's ever had in her entire life.

It makes sense that his hearing would deteriorate after repeated years of warfare. I don't know how Larry’s ears have survived.

I think Nikey could've lost his legs in a brawl between him and Larry. Since Nikey is the one to go back in time, Larry has to refrain from killing him to keep his endless torture going. That doesn't mean he can't brutally injure him while he can!

His feelings are the total opposite of Larry's. Nikey sees it as life or death, Larry just sees it as a game.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

For the non-NPD's out there, here’s a front-row seat to what a mental breakdown can look like...

TW: Suicidal ideation, self-harm, manipulation, toxic relationships, emotional abuse, existentialism/nihilism, gaslighting/deception, abandonment issues.

NPD (questioning) + BPD culture is...

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING??! Every single word I said was to KEEP YOU HERE. I DID SO MUCH to try to be good for you, despite HOW I AM. I masked so much of myself just to keep you in my life, to be the "good person" you and I wanted me to be.

SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LEAVING NOW?! After everything I’ve done and tried, I don’t understand what you think I did wrong! PLEASE, for the love of God, just TALK TO ME LIKE A GROWN PERSON for five fucking minutes. I chose to let you in, validate you, and keep you close. So why are you walking away?! You’re just like the rest—a fucking liar. You couldn't even tell me i was nothing to you.

And now, what? Is it your toxic ex? Is that who you’re running to to suddenly ghost me so much and hurt me?

Oh. Someone new now, huh? called [🩸]. They’re talking shit about me? Saying they “don’t want to cause issues” while kicking me out of a server for venting ON MY VENT BLOG they shouldn't have had access to—and it's not even about them?

Haha. Good luck, [💧]. They’re worse than me. They can’t even handle me venting without me naming names, let alone deal with anything real. At least I try to be better. I know what I’m dealing with. I face my pain with depressing music on loop; they deal with it by lashing out at me with lies and projections.

Cue the Hamilton song: "You'll Be Back." Looping. Fitting.

You make me wish I did end it, [💧].

If I wanted your attention, I would have done it in a way that left my blood on your hands—a permanent reminder for the rest of your life. But I’m better than that. Did you know if [🩸] is the same? No? You ran into [🩸]’s arms so fast. And when they hurt you, you’ll just run to someone else—just like you did me. Just like you did your ex before me.

None of us are good people. Not me. Not you. Not [🩸]. But you? You hurt me. For what? For caring too much about someone I once thought was worth it?

Fuck. I’m mad at myself for still hurting over you. You weren’t worth it. You were a liar. And this? This is why I know humanity is a failure.

Love, [🌌] Specifically, [⛓️] the host from that system.

-🌌⛓ (if not taken)

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[jameswebb-discoveries]

Discovery Alert! In a new discovery released this week, The Intricate Dance of HD110067's Six-Planet Resonance Unveiled.

Discovery Alert! In a new discovery released this week, The Intricate Dance of HD110067's Six-Planet Resonance Unveiled. Read full article here

🌠 Brace yourselves for the cosmic marvel just revealed by the stars! 🌟 NASA's TESS and ESA's Cheops joined forces to unlock the secrets of HD110067, a star system with not 1, not 2, but SIX planets swirling in perfect cosmic choreography! 🪐✨

Picture this: a gravitational dance where six "sub-Neptunes" move in sync, painting the vastness of space with their rhythmic orbits. 🎶 It's like a mesmerizing ballet that's been unfolding for over a billion years! 🌌🎭

🔍 What's the scoop? TESS first detected the star's winks in 2020, hinting at potential planets. Fast forward to 2023, and Cheops steps in with its cosmic detective skills, revealing not just two, but a celestial sextuplet in perfect harmony. 🕵️‍♂️🔬

🔄 Orbital waltz alert! These planets are not just any space neighbors; they're in an "in sync" gravitational lockstep. Think of it as a rhythmic beat where each planet completes its cosmic loop with precision, creating a pattern that can literally be set to music! 🎵🌌

Let's give it up for the unsung heroes of the cosmic saga – the astronomers, the telescopes, and the satellites. 👏✨ The universe just dropped another beat, and we're here for it! 🚀💫 #CelestialDiscovery #CosmicSymphony #HD110067Dance #SpaceBallet #StellarHarmony