#i crave the loop

[resident-bard]

It's the last week to Crave the Loop!

The fridge snaps shut. The room darkens. A distant, curious yowl sounds from the other side of the house. The midnight chase is begun again. The creature craves your sugary loops, and it will not be denied. It is invulnerable. It is insatiable. It is... Kinda cute? When it's not whiskers deep in your snack, that is.

I Crave the Loop is a solo rpg about snacking and pets, in which you flee from a creepy little guy™ who's sole desire is to devour your sugary breakfast loops (or equivalent). This directly contradicts your desire to eat them without eldritch cat fuzz all over them, so grab the laser pointer, lace up your shoes, and book it or your snack is as good as gone, bud.

Using a real-life snack as your game clock, you'll race across maps of houses, dorms, apartments, conventions, and other snack-filled locales in a desperate attempt to finish your snack before a little guy like this catches you and finishes it for you:

Look at him, loopless and hungy. Despondent. He's never been fed in his entire life and will never eat again (a fate my cats are convinced they share 30 minutes before dinner time).

I Crave the Loop is inspired by roguelike video games, so there's lots of variety from game to game. You've got different character origins that shape each game, you've got a diverse cast of creepy cats with unique v O i d P o W e R s, and you've got a veritable plethora of haunted maps featuring silly items and passive powers to help you escape.

It's our last week on Kickstarter, so come check us out! We're fully funded, so you're guaranteed a reward! If we can hit our next couple stretch goals our team gets a cozy little bonus and I'll add 4 more maps to the game!

[tsutsumi-kurose]

god… new timeline mitsuba looking at dead mitsuba and supernatural mitsuba and being so sure that those are both the real mitsubas… feels like such an echo of supernatural mitsuba watching alive mitsuba in picture perfect... which feels like such an echo of alive mitsuba trying to be a person who will be seen and loved, who will make friends, even if that wasn’t his real self... only to realize as a ghost that his real, genuine self was already a person that someone out there could befriend and love. is there any version of mitsuba who’s not chasing some other version of himself? mitsuba is remade over and over, each time looking back at the previous version of himself and going oh, he was real.

[dailyloopdeloop]

In honor of many people getting their Sifplushes, can we have a little Loopplush? Plushloop? Loop plushie?

DAY 86: the visage of the beast

[minecraftdog]

I don't know why I can't stop crying And I'm thinking about getting old And I don't know a lot about you still

The Craving (Jenna’s Version) Twenty One Pilots

[starleska]

Are you gonna give us that Jack Frost/Reader we know you wanna write?? 😆

oh god yes yes YES PLEASE I WOULD LOVE TO 😳💖 there is an absolutely tragic lack of x Reader fanworks for this man, which is devastating given how much he craves attention...i think he needs a little love to warm him right up 😉

Jack Frost x Reader headcanons 💙❄️

❄️ when You first meet Jack, he flatters You like you're the only person in the world who matters. he presses earnest kisses to the backs of your palms and showers You with compliments. you're taken in by his glittering smile, and the ease with which Jack makes You feel ever so special. but with time, You notice Jack's long game. there's a shallow affect behind those attentive eyes which clues You in; he's not only always watching You for any glimmer of approval, but watching everyone else too, all of the time. every phrase is perfectly engineered to give him the response he wants, and what he wants is attention. so, You decide to turn the tables on him. You make it your life's goal to make Jack Frost melt. ❄️ when You confront Jack on his scheming behaviour, his persona cracks like ice. his smile drops instantly and he takes on a mocking, scathing tone. "You think you've figured it all out?" he scoffs. "Please. Your gullibility would give the April Fool a field day. Why don't you scootle along now, before you get yourself hurt?" but You see it: the hurt flickering behind those frost-blue eyes. You step closer to him, and don't miss the way he flinches. "Aren't you tired of all this, Jack?" You ask quietly. "Always calculating. Always trying to get on top. You're trying so hard to make people like you...you can't see it when they actually do." Jack's hands are ice-cold when You slip your fingers through his own. he blusters in protest, tripping over his words as he tries to formulate a witty retort...but a light dusting of pink blooms along his cheekbones.

❄️ sincere affection is a foreign notion to Jack, and he skitters around it like a deer on a frozen lake. years of hypervigilance and rejection have him distrustful of your motivations, even when You speak your mind. "Surely this is some elaborate trick," Jack tells You once afternoon, when the pair of you are bundled up together under one ultra-long, snowflake-patterned scarf. "I'm still waiting for the big reveal, and I'm sure it'll be a showstopper." yet you're used to the pitfalls of Jack's paranoid mind, and You ask him, "What if the big reveal is that I think you look really cute when you're flustered?" without waiting for an answer, You capture his lips in a kiss. Jack is immediately reactive and whines softly into you, but You slide your arms over his shoulders and lock your fingers behind his back: reassuring him. keeping him safe. telling him it's okay to be vulnerable here. ❄️ nothing could have prepared you for what Jack's real love looks like. remarkably, Jack is restrained when he's being insincere: the actual depths of adoration he has for You are astonishing. he's physically clingy: always having a hand rest on your shoulder, or brushing his thigh against yours under the table. when you're alone he loves to envelop You, whether that's by drawing You in for an impromptu hug or falling asleep cuddling You like you're a teddy bear. his kisses (frequent and soft) leave small trails of ice crystals along your bare skin, and he always grins when You shiver. "Oh dear, are you cold, darling?" Jack asks with a wink. "It would appear my efforts to warm you up have been in vain. However...there's no harm if I keep trying, is there~?" ❄️ although he's freezing cold in the extremities, Jack isn't frozen all the way through. a gentle warmth exudes from Jack's chest, and You often spend your evenings intertwined with your head resting there, listening to the curious flutter of his trapped, searing heart. You murmur gentle words of affirmation into his neck, and delight in how he keens beneath You. when You look up at him, You adore the way his eyes sparkle. Jack is beautiful in the way only a snowflake can be: wholly unique, with hidden complexities even a lifetime wouldn't allow You to observe. Jack is wonderful. and Jack is yours.

[torchstelechos]

If I think about the fact that Siffrin got hit by almost every member of the party Ill cry, no matter what happens Siffrin is always being hurt by their family and no one can do anything about it because Siffrin won't talk about it

[chimerahyperfix]

YAAAAYYY MORE IN CRAFT AND CAGES CONTENT!!!! YIPPEE WOOHOO!!!! Ive been meaninf 2 do one of these 4 a while (shoutout 2 the handful of drafts for these lost in the vast expanse of my Drafts) Time for The Horrors smile.

(content warnings - self harm, suicide + idealation [both simply mentioned but. It’s pretty obvious what’s going on], short but relatively graphic depiction of death/injury - this one is heavy)

There are many ways for you to end a loop. You don’t like any of your options, but you have them. The House is tall enough to jump from. Messing up crafting the bomb works, but it takes longer than you'd like it too-- and Change forbid someone finds you. The tears are nice enough, better than anything else you have access to. The King; well, the less he kills you the better.

The EASIEST option you have is in your room.

Easiest. Not the kindest- just the easiest.

It’s not hard to see how many… extremely dangerous chemicals you have. They litter your desk you should have cleaned it you should have cleaned it you should have cleaned it.and fill your closet. Spilled over and swept up and hid in all the little nooks and crannies of your shared room. Mirabelle knows not to bother using them for anything - and thank Change, because you're not sure what you'd do if you hurt her because you were careless. Yeah, you two have your little squabbles; but in the end it's all fun and games to you. You don't want to hurt her.

You don't want to hurt anyone, actually. Barring the King, of course. That was never your intention. Every now and then, your mind wonders to all those cut-off loops, and you wonder if they continued without you. It's something you've started to manually block out.

They are the fastest the quietest the lonliest an avaliable option. And it sucks, because they hurt. They hurt so, so much. But it’s the fastest way out and you don’t have to make others watch.

The first few times; they were all accidents. Back when you couldn't make the craft bomb fast, back when it took you hours to craft -- it's hard work, making a bomb from scratch! -- you'd always eventually mess up trying to take a drink of your water.

The first time was the worst. You don't remember all of it, not really, not anymore -- blotted that one out as much as you possibly can. You do remember the pain. It was basically acid, so it absolutely tore your throat up.

Everything after the realization point is blurry. You remember screaming, maybe, and blood spilling everywhere. A hand smacking your back. Choking to death. Waking back up at the very same desk with the lingering feeling of gore mashed against your mouth.

Even now, you can still taste it. Like the blood and toxins have seeped into your very being, coating your teeth and your throat. If you bit something you'd probably poison it, too, like a snake, or a scorpions tail.

It's... not that bad, now. You can hold down the sounds that scream in your chest, and simply lay down and die in a puddle of lightless, and that's fine. You've gotten the whole ''look like your sleeping at your desk'' shtick down too. It still hurts, crab does it ever, but you must've burned through all the nerves in the area recently, bevause the pain just gets further and further away. Smaller. Quieter.

Eventually, there's a possibility someone will find you. It happened the first time around. It's not a thought you'd like to entertain, but every hypothesis has a line of reasoning behind it, and eventually the variable will pop up. You very well could be running on a tightrope of when the other side will drop, or a coin flip or something. Until that actually happens, you swear off thinking about it.

For now, you close the door behind you and make your way to your little glass bottle-ridden prison. You need to loop back.

[the-lonely-human]

I love Sonic games cause nobody has any clue wtf is happening half the time.

They are all just doing their own thing when they all randomly meet up, each knowing about 2% of the plot, and then the worlds ending and Eggman is up to his shit again, time to beat him with the power of friendship woohoo!

[lorelune]

mommy jy save me... mommy jy.. . .save me

[tittyinfinity]

I overshare online because I need constant validation that every thought and action of mine is Good and Okay and Normal. Surely this is a healthy coping mechanism

[tenrose]

Do you ever think about the fact that both Rose and Donna both were sure to stay with the Doctor forever, but of course it was not possible. And for both of them, RTD said "I'm gonna show you what's real tragedy" and then he managed to make two of the saddest departures of the show without killing any one of them because that's what a real tragedy is. It doesn't need death, it just needs to show that what the characters want is impossible.

[fun-k-boards]

? I dont think that being asexual is comparable to an eating disorder, but the portrayal of sex and food being as something most people enjoy but about 1% of the population doesn't is comparable. It's just the first comparison that came to mind. You could also make the same comparison with idk, going into nature being portrayed as nearly universally good even though there's probably like 1% of people who strongly dislike/fear being outside. But it's more difficult to find stats on that, so I used food. Also food is the go to metaphor for sex in the ace community..

Sex is a positive in the vast majority of peoples lives, so that's what it's portrayed as. I don't think I've ever seen a show say "everyone in the audience needs sex to feel good", they usually say "this character needs sex to feel good" which is pretty normal for allose characters/people. It's also p normal for sex to help you with some issues if you enjoy it (like body issues being dimished by finding that someone finds you super attractive is soo common ime).

Sometimes feel like sex repulsed aces hate us aroallos sometimes.. just saying..

When did I ever say I hated aroallos or even mention aroallo people in this conversation? You brought aroallo people into this conversation, you're making an assumption just because you disagree with a post I made completely unrelated to aroallo people.

Sex isn't inherently positive and sex neutral / repulsed people deserve to have representation and be given a voice, because sex is not an inherently morally positive action, it's just sex, it's just an act. It's not inherently anything. That's the point I'm making. That's the point I've repeated. Over. And over. Again. For Christ's sake, just listen to a single word I say instead of just ignoring me to make shit up to get angry about.

Like, this goes for romance too! Romantic relationships aren't inherently positive, they're not inherently anything! They're just romantic relationships.

Also, you literally did compare not having or liking sex to having an eating disorder. You don't get to backpedal from that. It's not fucking comparable because having an eating disorder is bad for you, you literally should eat food because you need it to survive. You don't need sex to survive. Being asexual, specifically sex repulsed, is not in any way comparable to an eating disorder.

Just because you don't see shit happening, doesn't mean it should continue and that people who do see it are automatically wrong.

Once again, just block me.

[vivid-creates]

you see, the problem with writing my oc backstories while listening to epic the musical is that i start instinctively changing details to match the lyrics of the current song playing.

and then i have to examine whatever "brilliant new backstory detail" i just thought of, and go:

(in the voice of someone trying to see what's in their dog's mouth) is that your oc's backstory? is it? yeah, um- no. no, it's not. that's odysseus of ithaca. put him back. no, i don't care if "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves", your oc is ten years old and she does not have the ability nor the time to somehow get a crew of soldiers killed. move her along to the assassin plotline and put the sad greek man back where he came from.

[gregmarriage]

claustrophobia combined with agoraphobia, is the stupidest shit in the world. like, oh, you’re going actually insane being stuck in the house all the time, due to your disability? oh, here’s sickening anxiety about leaving the house, like, wow, well done brain 👍🏻

[tawneybee]

Little Nightmares fix-it AU I have called "Bring Him Back".

It's essentially just a redemption arc for Six, but I need to thought dump this au somewhere so here it is