#Isabeau Write

[isabeauwolf]

Hawks x reader - Dance in the Rain

Hawks didn't believe in Cupid's arrow until he was hit with it.

It made his heart thud harder in his chest.

The classic Hero x Civilian romance story.

Hawks couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

He watched you dance in the rain, laughing and smiling while raising your hands into the air, spinning round and round on bare feet. Your clothes are soaked, the red dress you wore clinging to you, molding and fitting your body like a glove.

Hawks flies towards you, grinning and holding an umbrella over your head. "What's a songbird like you dancing in the rain all by your lonesome?"

You meet his curious golden hues. "Just felt like it." You smile, pulling wet strands away from your face and tilting your head cutely, fluttering your lashes at him. "What can I do for the famous Winged Hero Hawks?" You step back, giving him room.

Hawks felt his face grow heated as he landed on the rooftop. "I... I'm just dropping by is all."

You hum in thought, eyes trailing up and down his body. Lean to the side to glance at his crimson wings, on reflex he spread them wide, giving you a full view of his long feathers. Raising a hand, "May I touch them?" You asked, bright gaze leaving his wings to refocus on his eyes.

Hawks felt pride swell and puffed out his chest. "Sure, go right ahead." His smile widened; it was more genuine than his picture-perfect, practiced smiles.

You reach over and gently caress the back of your fingers against his feathers, eyes widening. "They are so soft, " you muttered, trailing them closer towards the base of his wings. He shivered, and his wings ruffled as a cooing chirp left the Hero's lips.

Both of yours and Hawks eyes widened as you stopped.

Hawks grew flustered, slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. "Apologies... don't know where that came from." His voice was slightly muffled, but you heard him as he chuckled awkwardly and cleared his throat. His heart jumped fast in his chest, he heard his heartbeat drumming in his ears, and a tiny part of him felt sad that you had stopped your ministrations.

It felt nice. Sure, he's had people touch his wings before, but yours was surprisingly tender.

He knew if that had become a habit, it would quickly become addictive, feeling you stroke his feathers, perhaps while he's preening them?

Wait? Where'd that thought come from?

"It's quite cute." You giggle and smile, lowering your hand.

"Cute?" He repeated, blinking at you.

You turn and head towards your apartment, waving over your shoulder without looking at him. "Guess, I'll see you around, red." You walk out from underneath the umbrella, causing you to get wet again.

Dazed he lowered his hand and his other hand tightened around the umbrella handle. "Wait, miss-" he followed you with the umbrella to help shield you from the rain, trying to keep his eyes from lowering down to the rest of your curves and how the soaking wet dress looked around your ass. Don't look down, don't look down, dammit, don't- He froze when you glanced at him over your shoulder, forcing him to stop and not run you over.

He expected you to protest. Ask him to leave, which made him inwardly pray and plead that you didn't. He thought when you met his gaze again you would be mad, but no.

"If you are gonna stay and peep on my dance practice, you might as well join me." You curl your index finger, kissable lips quirk into a playful smirk. "What about it, red? Care to dance after I freshen' up and get you some clothes."

Swallowing, he nodded his head.

You opened the screen door, stepped in, and grabbed towels. One for yourself and handing the other yellow fluffy towel to Hawks. "Here red, go ahead and get undressed." You laugh, drying your hair and peeking at him. "I think I've still got some of my brother's old clothes around that might fit." You pat yourself dry, wipe your feet on the fuzzy green mat, and make your way toward your room, pointing your finger. "Go ahead and leave everything in the bathroom, I'll dry'em for ya and help yourself to the shower. Wouldn't want Japan's number three Hero to catch a cold."

He was once again stunned by your words. Watching as you disappear down into your bedroom.

He had to force himself not to shake his soaking wet feathers as he copied your actions, patting himself dry, taking off his boots and socks, wiping his feet on the soft n' fuzzy rug, and strolling towards the bathroom.

His gaze observed everything. The living was decent, the kitchen was spacious and everything was modern and clean, neat and tidy. When he opened the bathroom door, he noticed the bath had already been filled and heated. The water appeared to have a light lilac tint. Had you used a bath bomb of some kind? Tilting his head as he felt his wings flutter along with his heart. You had planned to bathe after your rain dance but, instead decided to let him go first.

Hawks found a blue plastic laundry basket, slowly getting undressed and placing everything into it, reopening the bathroom door and gently sliding the basket outside to make it easier for you.

He felt a chill go up his spine. Quickly, getting into the tub as the scent of lavender hit his nose and lemons? Hawks shrugged his shoulder and lowered himself deeper into the water, a pleasure groan soothing his chilled and aching bones. Leaning back, closing his eyes. He had been taking quick showers most of the week that he hadn't had time for a much needed soak in the bath.

It was soothing.

He could see himself accidentally falling asleep, if he wasn't careful. Reopening his eyes and sighing, Hawks found your shampoo, body wash, and soaps. You said he could use the bath and help himself. He might as well respect your wishes. Grabbing the milk and honey body wash, then the green apple shampoo, quickly washing and rinsing himself squeaky clean. He rose to his feet, getting out as he shook out his feathers, and patting himself dry once more.

After stepping on the blue bathmat, he paused. Realizing that he didn't have a change of clothes. Uh oh. He didn't even know your name.

"Should asked for them before you came in," he muttered to himself. He noticed the blue laundry basket he had placed outside the bathroom was back in its original spot.

His eyes widened, Hawks was so spaced out that he didn't hear you come in. His face grew hot as he wrapped the towel around his waist and peeked into the basket. Sitting inside was a neat pile of men's clothes: Grey sweatpants with a matching crew neck, boxers, and socks. What made the winged hero's brows raise was the familiar logo and brand of his that had just launched last week.

His lips twitched into a smirk.

Well, now. Who was The Hawks fan? You, your brother, or both? Maybe the latter.

He hoped it was you.

He had to inwardly chuckle to himself at the irony that he would be sporting his brand of clothing in front of you like a narcissist during your first meeting, no less. Oh well.

And that's how your relationship with The Winged Hero started during that rainy summer night.

Hawks found out that you were a dance teacher and your quick was telekinesis, which you had inherited from your mother. You could have easily kept yourself dry, but you liked to feel free, letting your walls down and dancing your heart out, emotions carrying you and your mind going blank. Just you and the elements. Raw and passionate.

It made him love you even more.

That had been a few months ago.

Hawks gave you his personal phone number in case of emergencies, but if he were being honest, he wanted to see you again. He felt himself grow anxious whenever he waited for your call or text. His assistant and Endeavor noticed the slight change in the lazy and carefree Hero, the hard-to-catch red-winged speedster and Japan's number one current heartthrob and prized winning bachelor. He was a winged smitten kitten. Oh yes, you had stolen his heart and he was perfectly content with that.

You two would text back and forth every day. Talking about each other's day, sharing stupid and hilarious memes, and jokes. His goal would be to make you smile and laugh once per day, even more, if you two were talking on the phone after you got home from work. He'd ham it up, didn't care, if he was making a fool of himself and talking out of his ass, your laughter and him picturing your pure perfect smile was worth it at his expense.

He could seriously listen to you talk for hours.

Your tone was so relaxing, soothing, and gentle with a hint of teasing and sass. Oh, how he loved it when you fought back without any filter and gave very blunt answers. It was a breath of fresh air compared to other women he dated in the past, so shy, so reserved, and always made him make the first move.

It shouldn't have, but it did. Whenever you asked him out on a date, your first date. Hawks felt himself grow scarlet like a flustered and blushing schoolboy.

You two agreed to meet up on his next day off at the end of the week that coming Friday night.

He should have guessed that it would be dinner and dancing, but what surprised him more was instead of going out. You wanted to cook for him and dance in your living room just as you two had done the first night you two met.

That night, he decided to be Keigo. Show you the man he was underneath his title and his giant red feathered persona.

When he flew back to your apartment, the easiest route he mapped out and knew by heart, carrying your favorite bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates as he landed on your balcony. Where you waited with the window open, smiling and wear that stunning red dress again. It gave him a sense of deja vu as he drank in your appearance and curves, the dress still hugged your figure, your kissable red painted lips and matching red nail polish on your fingers and toes stood out against your skin.

If your stunning natural beauty didn't turn heads, then they would be a foolish not to shamelessly steal a second or third glances. Then again, perhaps he was lucky that you hadn't gone out with you looking so breathtaking and seductive. Who was he kidding, he'd love to show you off to the world, his songbird and tap dancing cutey.

"What's a civilian as cute as you lookin' all pretty n' alone this evening, miss?" Keigo flashed you a cheeky grin as he offered you his gifts. Watching closely as your smile brightened and you gladly accepted them, smelling the flowers and sighing in content.

You fluttered your long, pretty lashes at him and hummed. "I'm waiting for my date to arrive, Hero." You tilted your head and pouted for dramatics, "Have you heard of him? He goes by the name of Hawks."

Keigo's amber iris' brightened, "Oh? Are you one of his adoring fans, pretty lady?" He felt his heartbeat soar and thunder in his chest, his stance straightening, crimson wings expanding behind him as he bit back a smug smirk.

Playing along with your game.

"Who isn't?" You giggle, smile returning. "Such a silly schoolgirl crush, yet… there's something alluring about him." Your gaze lowered to check out his attire: White shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and sneakers. Classic street wear, but it suits him. Even his classic yellow-colored visor covering his pretty liquid amber eyes. "You clean up good, handsome." you purred, meeting his gaze, turned, and walked into your apartment without glancing back as he followed without a word. "Just in time for dinner too." You chirped, listing off what was on tonight's menu, "I made salad, stuffed shells, spaghetti and meatballs."

You stopped and hesitantly glanced over your shoulder, cheeks pink. "I might have accidentally made too much." You placed the flowers in a vase and stored the chocolates in the fridge. "I.. uh, hope that you are hungry, Keigo." You turned to face him again as you walked towards the table, waiting for his answer.

Keigo's gaze left yours to eye the spread before him. It all looked delicious. The smell alone made his mouth water. It had been a long time since he'd had a home-cooked meal. He returned his gaze to your own, his smile widening. "It all looks so good," he admitted, "Don't know where to start first." He rounded the table to push out your chair, which you smiled and thanked him as he pushed you in, then sat across from you.

"Help yourself," You laughed, pouring each of you a glass of wine with a side of water. "Save room for dessert," you noticed his curiosity peaked as his wings ruffled behind him. "I made cinnamon roll cake." You had just said the magic words.

Keigo had come to love the overly sugary and sweet, tooth-rotten goodness that was your cinnamon roll cake, which became his new favorite after you shared a slice with him. He even took some with him to the office, which he wouldn't share with his colleagues, oh no, it was his sweet treat. "Tell your brother that I'm not sharing." He was serious. Your brother could make his own.

"I swear you two would start a brawl over my cake." You shook your head and snickered as you used the salad tongs to distribute portions of the fully loaded salad on his plate and yours: lettuce, spinach, baby tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, shredded cheese, and boiled eggs with the choice of ranch, thousand island, or Italian dressing.

Then repeated the same motions with the stuffed shells and spaghetti and meat sauce.

Keigo nodded his head and admitted with no shame and cockiness, "Oh, I'd win hands down." Picking up the wine glass and raising it, "Thank you for the food, Y/n."

"Oh, I'd believe it." You replied, sitting down and raising our own to lightly clink the glasses together before slipping generously. The red wine was smooth with a hint of bitterness that complemented the acidity of the sauces from the pasta dishes which you loved. You hummed and licked your lips, meeting Keigo's own starstruck stare as his eyes grew heavy-lidded, then shook himself.

"Let's eat." Keigo chuckled, grabbed his fork, and dug in.

You two ate and made small talk. Little by little the food was disappearing as Keigo helped himself to seconds before stopping himself, growing embarrassed to have eaten so much, and then asked about dessert. He couldn't help it. Your cooking was too damn good. It would be rude not to overstuff himself.

After eating a big slice of your cinnamon roll cake while you made yourself some coffee to go with your own slice of cinnamony goodness. Keigo insisted on helping you put up the leftovers and stubbornly offering to wash all of the dishes you two finally walked into the living room.

Keigo took your hand in his, leaned down and kissed the back of it, all while peaking into your curious gaze. "Care to dance, my songbird?"

"I'd love to, Keigo." You smile warmly, watching as he straightens, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, flush against his chest, and linking your fingers together. You slid your free hand up his arm, across his toned chest underneath his shirt, then slowly and teasing, wrapping your delicate hand around his neck. You couldn't help it. The tempting thoughts as you caressed the hair on the nape. "Show me whatcha got." You whispered in his ear, red-painted lips curving as the man against you shuddered and bit back a groan.

"You aren't playin' fair." Keigo's voice dropped an octave, growing husky. His honey-colored swirls of amber gems grew heavy-lidded and darkened. "How villainous of you, my pretty temptress."

You allowed him to lead, twirling and spinning you around the room, dipping and lifting you as if you were weightless, light as a feather. Dancing to the speed-up rhythm of your hearts, allowing your internal passion and chemistry to speak louder than words.

His expression softening, his gaze never left your own, nor you his.

You were even more tempted to see what would happen if you wrapped your leg around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. What's stopping you? Here you are on a date with Japan's number Three Hero and you were getting cold feet?

Why wouldn't you be nervous? He could have anyone he wanted and here he was: eating your cooking which he'd loved, stuffing his face with the cake he had eaten hundreds of times; dancing with you, watching you so intently, reacting in genuine earnest to your touch, hanging on every word and breath.

Keigo couldn't seem to get enough of you.

It still felt dreamlike.

Too good to be true.

Somehow this nosy, feathered, and persistent feathered angel had stolen your heart and wasn't planning on giving it back anytime soon.

With one final dip, you two clung to each other, lightly panting as his wings, wrapped around you, hiding you and shielding you from the outside world in a blanket of red feathers before unfurrowing them.

"You were saying, sweetness?" Keigo purred, rubbing his nose against your own. The bird was downplaying his cockiness and smugness as best as he could, except his huge grin widened.

"Hot damn, red." You hummed, trying to catch your breath as your cheeks felt flustered. "You are no Don Juan, but it's a start. Congratulations." You couldn't stop the giggle from falling from your lips as you pulled away, which he let you to go pour the two of you some water.

Keigo leaned against the island, looking into the kitchen, pouring his glass of the cool and refreshing liquid first, then your own glass before nearly downing it. His golden orbs focusing on the droplets falling down you chin, neck and down between the valley of your breasts and disappeared. He swallowed, feeling his adam's apple bob in his throat. Damn, you were even more seductive tonight. Or was it the wine talking? Both?

It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back from strutting over and kissing you with every fiber of his being, and yet, he stayed. He told himself that he wouldn't make a move until he had your permission first. Something about you made him crazy, needy and awaken some sort of territorial instincts, could it be a hidden part of his quirk?

If so, he was doomed.

Keigo came back to his senses when he heard you call his name, he blinked and then jumped, he hadn't realized you came back with a glass of water for him and slid to across the island towards him. He felt his face redden, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and laughing it off. "Whoops."

You furrowed your brows in concern. "Keigo... are you alright? You zoned out on me."

"Yeah, I'm okay... just..." Dammit, he couldn't lie to you. Never you. His shoulders sagged, wings dropping as he shyly admitted, "You are beautiful, songbird and I couldn't stop staring." He reached for the glass and drank, missing your shocked reaction.

You knew he was always blunt, confidant and easy going, but this was the first time you had seen him so shy. Dare you call it cute? Of course, it was.

"Thank you." you shook yourself and smiled, taking his free hand and leading him back outside onto the balcony as he left his glass behind. "C'mon. It's getting too stuffy in here. Some fresh air will do us some good."

Keigo nodded, following.

His heartbeat was still thudding hard and a mile a minute. You appeared so calm and composed, a true professional.

Hawks had years of perfecting his image and hero persona, his perfect smile and knew what to do in most situations, drilled into his head by the commission. And yet, here, right now with you... he was genuinely lost.

This was all new to him.

The fresh breeze hit him in the face, lightly ruffling your hair and his, wafting your familiar scent of milk and honey body wash he loved, and secretly used to smell like you at home. The splash on vanilla perfume coming from your throat, chest and wrists. It wasn't overpowering or overwhelming, instead, it made him want you more.

The need to kiss you as his hunger for you grew.

You stopped and turned around to face him, stopping him from opening his mouth.

Closing the distance between you two.

"If life was like a movie, our date wouldn't end without a kiss." You linked your arms around his neck, waiting for permission as you pressed your chest against his, red-painted lips hovering and ghosting over his. "Well? Aren't you gonna sweep me off my feet and kiss me like you mean it, red?"

Keigo felt his mouth quirk into a grin, bright and beaming. "Yes, ma'am." He laughs, picks you up, and swirls you around, resulting in you laughing along with him, then finally presses his mouth to yours in a heart-stopping and passionate kiss.

Keigo swears your kisses are addictive, making him feel intoxicated and light-headed, yet free.

He cups your face with his palm and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip with silent permission. You gave him access and he quickly intertwined his tongue with your own, groaning as you moaned.

He pulled away, panting and chuckling. "Did I pass the test, Y/n?" He murmurs, wiggling his brows. "Or does my little songbird need another sample?" Keigo couldn't help but slowly lick his body lip as he still tasted of cinnamon and coffee, he liked it.

He knew he'd now think of you anytime he saw cinnamon rolls and coffee.

You were dazed and trying to catch your breath, greedily sucking in air.

You shake yourself and give him a coy smile and tilt your head in though. "Hmmm, if you are offering," you shrug, "Then I'm game, Mister Hero."

"Don't mind, if I do, songbird." Keigo whispered, capturing your mouth again.

He didn't care if it rained, snowed, or if he got called into work.

He wasn't going to let you get away from him now.

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Taglist: @fanofflames @angelblueflame @moonchild701 @cherry-queens-blog @number-2-hero-hawks @fairymama624 @everypanelofkeigo

Fanfic inspired by "Waiting for Superman" by Daughtry

[cochineal-leviat]

"Our dear party celebrate after acquiring the third orb to unlock the House of Dormont. Their location? A tavern. It is a night to drink your worries and sorrows away. Hopefully, they will be able to relax before continuing their formidable journey.

Unfortunately, the booze has more unintended consequences than the group had considered. Especially on their new roguish member."

This is my first ISAT fic (that I have finished), and I am so stoked to share it with everyone! I also drew a comic with it because I was so excited about the story. This is definitely one of my best comics yet. I have been experimenting with panelling, and I am getting the formula down now after much trial and error.

I had a lot of fun designing Siffrin's clothes under the cloak (I even drew a reference for it in my sketchbook). I love designing clothes <3. Especially tunics. It seems a little too fancy for Sif's tastes, but I am chalking it up it being a gift from someone from a long time ago rather than something Siffrin would buy or get on his own)

Please enjoy~!

*Edit*

I decided to continue the comic because of the overwhelming support I received (o゜▽゜)o☆. The link is under this paragraph.

Part 2

(Also, there are no spoilers for the game itself! Except for the ending notes of the fic, but I will place a warning there)

Different coloured pages without text under keep reading

Initially, I worked with different shades of grey for anyone: Siffrin has violet grayscale, Isabeua red, Mirabelle yellow, and Odile Green. But I ended up putting a black-and-white filter on it for unification. Please let me know if you guys prefer the 'coloured' versions more or not, and I will change the comic pages into the OG colouring. The purple for Siff is giving, but I am unsure if it is too noisy.

[smokin-salmon]

HAPPY (very, very late) BIRTHDAY MIRABELLE!!

[softcryz]

「 Round and round it goes. 」

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY IN STARS AND TIME!! This game is absolutely fucking phenomenal and you KNOW I had to conjure up something for it's first birthday. Wipes a tear. They grow up so fast

I HONESTLY WASN'T SURE THAT I WAS GONNA FINISH THIS ONE BUT I SURPRISED MYSELF AND DID!! RIGHT BEFORE THE SIFFRIN PLUSHIE DROPPED TOO!! Sorry I'm excited I haven't done anything big-ish like this in a LOONG time go my screenshots

I have a version of this where it's JUST sasasaapFrin and the star because my sibling said it'd make a good phone background, so I'll throw that in here too :]

[ack-cough]

Hands You him

[startagainaprologue]

(Isassassin AU)

I'm glad that you're happy.

I'm glad that I can be happy too, now.

[buttercupshands]

Sketch dump of month old sketches I forgot to post

[reengeen]

I saw the response to my ask so here are the mirror pictures I drew! Please go check out @mari-lair for the au. It's so interesting and it's executed really well, I just can't recommend it enough :D

(Everyone else is smiling, did they plan this?!)

(You look so surprised! But it's nice to see everyone else happy, given the situation.)

(Also smiling now, you pocket the photo. You're glad they can still smile with you despite everything happening.)

(You see a key on the floor now, the mirror's light being reflected just right. Time to continue saving the country, Siffrin!)

[You obtained the smiling key]

(...)

(Everyone is staring at you.)

(They must be so tired of you by now, they're so strong. It feels like they could go through the whole house without you.)

(You're nothing but a liability to the team. A forgettable side character no one likes anyways.)

(You should have known that. Aren't you just so selfish? To think you mattered in this at all?)

(They look so scared. Who can blame them when you've walked into so much danger? Of course they're scared, they can't even trust you to do your own BLINDING JOB.)

(...)

(You'll prove they don't need to look at you like that ever again.)

(Smiling, you pocket the photo. At the very least, you can try and not mess anything else up)

(You see a key on the floor now, the mirror's light being reflected just right. At least you can still do this.)

[You obtained the smiling key]

[torchstelechos]

I love that Isabeau is the one to bring up the "what do we do if you die" conversation cause its a very good insight to his character at the very start of the game. Isabeau is practical, smart, and loves everyone dearly and wants to know how to help them when shit goes sideways. He's the one to ask about Bonnie too, which is a delightful read on how he thinks because everyone else shuts that down instantly as a "That wont happen and cant happen" but we see later in the game it can happen which is such a startling thing for a game to do but justifies the foreshadowing of Bonnie can die what do we do if that happens? Isabeau, despite everything, is also the one who gets to the heart of the matter even if its not something must people are willing to talk about. All without it being part of his friendquest, thats just him naturally. Which! Says so much about him and how he is! His character when its not about his relationship with Siffrin is a very intriguing thing because it feels like a very classic hard intellectual stance that's been softened after many years of learning to better communicate healthily with others. A reflection, if you will, of Odile but in a very drastic direction. I find him fascinating and I also want to scoop his brains out and study them under a microscope to see all his little brain thoughts.

[basilpaste]

"It wouldn't feel right to... do this without giving us both some time, I think."

〔Sif looks away from you.〕

"But!" You stumble over the word, "Um! Later doesn't mean never!!"

〔You clumsily reach for one of your earrings and take it off. Even when you sleep, you wear studs. It feels kind of strange to go without!〕

〔You're not sure why you picked up the chain in the House. But... it gives you the chance to do this.〕

〔You hook it through one of the chain links and carefully slip on the back.〕

"So... until we're both ready. Until we know for sure! How about a promise?"

"A promise?" Sif echoes.

〔With all the caution in the world, you slip the chain around Sif's neck. They don't flinch. And... neither do you.〕

"A promise to come back to it eventually. We have time."

〔You do have time! Real, moving, twisting time! To think about things!!〕

〔Sif clutches the earring around his neck and smiles shakily.〕

"A promise."

[astralspen]

Something amazing about In Stars and Time is how it makes you feel what Siffrin feels.

And yes, when you go through Act 5 and everything breaks down that's cool.

But when Siffrin feels loved and safe, I think that's what's special. That's what makes this game and these characters so special to me.

As someone who, too, had a similar feeling of feeling unlovable for a very long time. This game really healed that part of me.

When the timeloops start, and Siffrin clings to being useful, you still feel little bits of love. Small, barely there, a little distanced, because Siffrin feels distanced. But it's still there. The party looks out for you, pays attention to you, makes stupid jokes with you.

As you go through, you feel love through Loop. Loop who despite all the teasing and bullying helps. Helps the person who they so wish they could be. The one who holds their own heart, who has the family they lost. Loop reaches out to you, reminds you, you're here, I see you. It hurts, but I see you. And I will always see you and sit with you. And I will keep you from becoming as detached as I did, whether that be by annoying you or having a heart to heart or just yapping in general.

You feel love from the head housemaiden. That cruel kind as she weeps for your situation, and crys tears you can not. As she apologizes over and over again. Euphrasies loves by showing you the painful kind of mercy, the one that stabs you in your heart and makes you want to scream, because she loves through pity. Through pitying you and your suffering. No matter how much it hurts it is love nonetheless.

And finally, in the end, after everything you've done, after everything you went through. You feel love again. This time in your face, so burning and bright that you can not ignore it, you feel loved from the very people you loved from the start. The party who runs in to save you, despite everything you said. Who tells you it's ok, you were going insane, we may be a little mad at what you said, but in the end that doesn't matter. Because we love you. And man, when they really showed the unconditional love, I was going to cry. Because a love like that, especially one with the party, is so hard to find. And it's so precious.

Finally, you see love, one more time. Twohats. The Loop fight. Loop, who is trying to kill you, Loop who is so jealous because that is the love they so wanted. They want their family back. Loop who despite everything. They still can't kill Siffrin. Siffrin, who despite being forced to fight again, who could drop dead at any moment because of his craft exhaustion, refuses to oblige Loops request. They both refuse to kill. Because they still love each other. Siffrin who pulls Loop into a hug, and apologizes. Apologizes to who they once were, the Siffrin who should've gotten this. The one who had their family and their heart stolen from them. The Siffrin who never got to feel love. He thanks who they are now, Loop. For sticking with them despite everything. Who watched Siffrin, guided them, gave them a shoulder to cry on, bantered with them so Siffrin did not lose himself. Who despite everything, still decided to help. Siffrin isn't mad at Loop, because Siffrin knows, he would do the same. Siffrin gives Loop back all the love they gave. He let's Loop move on, knowing they're loved. That they always have been. Loop accepts that their family is gone, that they loved them all the same. They learn that even with them gone, they were still loved. Loop is allowed to be happy as they leave.

And isn't that just what this game is about? That no matter what, everyone deserves to be loved. To know it too, and to be happy. And that's what healed me a bit. Because if even the King, who spent his days weeping for a kingdom long gone, who lost all his family and could not build a new one, who froze everything in time, was still able to know and remember the love he had in the end, then why can't I? Why can't anyone? If even the ones who hated and cried and destroyed everything, the ones who hid it all until they couldn't, who didn't understand their emotions and felt trapped within a construct, who didn't feel like them no matter how much they changed, then can't we, too, love and be loved?

This game shows that love does not have to be romantic, does not have to be displayed in any way, is not something earned, but is a basic right for all of us. And for that, I thank it.

[isabeauwolf]

Sneak peak of Trafalgar Law x pregnant reader Chapter 2 🥰

It's in order by the way~ 🤭

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[the-bitter-ocean]

( ISAT OPTIONAL ACHIEVEMENT SPOILERS) I finally get to post the writing I made for @sharkylass Isa looping au “In Repetition and Change” which is very cool and everyone should check it out! I wanted to try and make my own take on what the interactions for a memory of puns achievement would look like ^_^. Writing is under the cut:

[ You’re back here again. ]

[ Sif should be arriving right around…]

<| “Isa!!!”|>

[ …Now.]

[ Sif comes along to greet you at the start of every loop. ]

[ He makes a pun about the favor tree and the two of you banter- making each other laugh. ]

[ Every time afterwards, you think of reaching out to him… but you usually tend to chicken out before doing anything. ]

[ It’s cowardly behavior sure, but you’d rather play it safe than ruin anything.]

[ It’s a routine that has never deviated, at least not in any way that was notable to you. ]

<| “..Isa? Are you okay?”|>

[…?]

[ “Oh uh..sorry Sif! Didn’t mean to zone out like that!”]

[ Okay genius, think of something!! He’s getting worried about you!!]

[“..I was just lost in thought thinking about the Favor Tree! Isn’t it cool?”]

[ You make sure to smile. You hope that’s enough.]

<| Sif smiles back at you. |>

<| “..Yeah it is..!”|>

[ Siffrin has the look that they’d only make right before making a pun.]

<| “One could say it's a pretty..."|>

[ You get ready for it.]

[“Uh-huh?”]

<|"...TREE-mendous tree."|>

[ You do your best to laugh convincingly and focus on the information you’ve heard dozens of times before. ]

[“Right right, sleepover at the clock tower. Sounds like a ton of fun!”]

[ It’s not like you’d go anywhere else. ]

=> [ Do you need anything from me?]

=> [ Stop talking. ]

=> [ Stop talking. ]

[ You don’t really feel like talking anymore and you can’t think of anything new to say. ]

[ Sif looks at you and frowns a little. ]

<| “…?”|>

<| “..Alright that’s it..my turn!”|>

[…]

<| “…okay a good joke.. what’s a good joke to make-“|>

[ Did he not realize that you could hear them muttering? ]

[ You’ve done this a couple of times already but you find yourself still repeating your usual lines. ]

[ “..Huh? What for?”]

[ You tilt your head and do your best to act confused and unassuming. ]

[ It’s what you’re best at. ]

[ You already know the answer as to why Sif is doing all of this for you. ]

[ They told you a few loops ago.]

[ Sif did all of this to make you happy.. because the two of you are friends. ]

[ It’s awfully sweet of them isn’t it? ]

[ You really don’t deserve that kindness at all… but you keep those thoughts to yourself because you’re smart. ]

[ Besides it’s nice to hear it again even if you’ve heard it all before. ]

[It’s reassuring to hear someone say they care about you. ]

[ So you will sit here and listen through the same batch of jokes, like you always have. ]

<| “…!!!! Oh- well because you seemed sad. So I wanted to make you laugh! It might help you feel better.”|>

<|…?|>

[Sif looks around and their gaze focuses on the Clocktower in the distance. ]

<| “Ooh, I know! Why did the clock get kicked out of the library?”|>

[“.. I don’t know, why?”]

<| “Because It tocked too much!”|>

[…]

<| “..Oh so you must’ve heard that one already then huh?”|>

[…?!]

[ You forgot to laugh. ]

[ Sif waves his hands and laughs awkwardly. ]

<| “.. It’s okay! I have way more puns at my disposal, so I’ll just find a new one.”|>

[ While Sif is thinking of a new joke to make, you remind yourself to actually respond this time. ]

<| “How do clocks greet each other?”|>

<| “They say h-“|>

[“Hour you doing?”]

<|…!|>

[ Sif falters at your response for a second before recovering. ]

[He laughs awkwardly. ]

<| “..You knew that one too.. I must’ve told you earlier and forgot.. haha..”|>

<| “…Stars, I’m really off my game today arent I?”|>

[ When has acting like a know it all ever helped you? Why did you say that? ]

[ He clearly just wants to help you and all you ended up doing is making him upset instead! ]

[ No, you need to calm down. You can still salvage this. ]

[ Let’s try this again. ]

[ “Oh crab- I didn’t mean to take your joke, Sif!”]

[“If you have any more you’d like to share then I’d be happy to hear it, okay?”]

<| “..! Oh okay? If you say so, Isa.”|>

[ Siffrin nods and scrunches up their face. ]

[ It’s clear they’re trying extremely hard to think of a pun you haven’t already heard from them yet. ]

[ Siffrin mumbled to themselves again. This time it’s barely audible. ]

<| “..Please be funny please be funny please be funny...”|>

[…?]

<| “..! Okay I think I got it..”|>

<| “A fashion designer made a belt with clocks printed on it for a time traveller…”|>

[…? Oh, that’s a new one! ]

[ Sif noticed your brief look of surprise and smiles. ]

<| “Do you know what they called it, Isa?”|>

[ You shake your head no in response to the question and let Siffrin answer. ]

[“No, I don’t. What did they call it, Sif?”]

<| “A waist of time!”|>

[…?!]

[ Heh.]

[Ha..AHAHHAHAHAHAHA]

[ You laugh and laugh and laugh. You can’t seem to stop. ]

<| “Yes! I knew I still got it-“|>

[ The joke wasn’t even that funny but you feel tears start to prick at your eyes ]

<| “..?! Isa??”|>

[ Can’t you see that the joke is over now? ]

[ He’s going to think you’re being weird!!!]

[ You struggle at it, but you somehow manage to force yourself to take a deep breath in and out. ]

[ You smile and give a shaky thumbs up to Sif. ]

[ He hesitantly smiles at you back.]

[ “..Thank you Sif, I really needed that.”]

<| “..? Are you..”|>

[ Sif looked like they wanted to say something else but stopped himself. ]

<| “..Nevermind. I’m glad I could help cheer you up for a bit, Isa.”|>

<| “I’m going to go to the clocktower now!”|>

<| “Let me know if you need anything from me, okay?”|>

[ Siffrin waves goodbye and runs off. You watch him go.]

[[ You got a MEMORY OF PUNS. ]]

[ You will always remember this.]

[[ When Memory of Puns is equipped, your Dramaturgist will have a higher chance of landing a critical hit on an enemy.]]

[fawn-tongues]

All the art for Ch1 of @justanotheryellowsoul ‘s fic Backstitching

[shinotail]

"You're fine."

feeling really really normal about chapter 11 of Four Eyes by @openphrase123 also bonus color doodle thing under the cut