#isat art

[tac-bat]

Creature Loop looks like they’d sell me cigarettes in a back alley

you're so right

[queerfrogg]

I was deadass about to send this to you lol- so glad I noticed that you made this before I embarrassed myself XD

3 years (/dra) late, but heres part 1 of my @isat-secretsanta-2024 for @crows-sorrows !!!!!!! i absolutely adore post-canon sif exploration <3 (also bonnie is there too bc they Can)

[vulpixisananimal]

question for Loop: a while ago you mentioned that the members of the constellation cant die and just come back a few days later like nothing happened, how do you know that?

<They were being idiots.>

[mspaint-instars-andtime]

Isafrin confession but the sky is red

"the worst he can say is no"

[wayward-stardust]

circles in circles in circles

alternate light-background version under cut because i made it on accident and thought it looked neat too

[stardink]

They have, in fact, dead.

Original:

[man-of-progresss]

Babies

I love them so much

[ack-cough]

The mixed artist experiences is waking up in a cold sweat and drawing the silly little guy in your head as poc or mixed I don't make the rules /hj

Black Siffrin here you go

I personally like to see them as ambiguous or albino

Fuck it feel free to share your own Headcanons in the comments. I love seeing and hearing how others interpret them! 👀

[artianwen]

in stars and gender non binary version

[viarayy01-blog]

GET A ROOM YOU TWO!!!!

[nyuheartbreak]

puts this gently in the palm of your hand then RUNS

[tac-bat]

Tutorial event comic!!! mind the warning's, have fun!! this was a joy to make!!!

[rarely--motivated]

woagh isat au,,,,,, no way,,,,,,,,,,,

This is what im calling the "In Tears And Blood" au, which swaps the roles of Siffrin and Loop!! instead of ISAT siffrin getting a guide through Loop, SAAP Siffrin gets a guide through Bigfrin, renamed to The Stars!!!

character profiles below:

ill throw more of this au around once i have art for it bc i have. many thoughts and ideas :3

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:4 C:66.3]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

You bolt upright, still shaking from the nightmare. You were, were in the house. Alone. Lost in a maze. Following the script all by yourself. You were scared, alone, and. . . A-and it's over, now.

You’re in bed, Isabeau next to you, Alex on the other. It was a little weird, but what could you do? Kick them out? No. You sigh, it was pretty obvious you weren’t getting back to sleep.

You carefully get out of bed, out the room, and downstairs. Maybe some water, or a snack, might help. Or you could go stargazing? That would be nice. . . You pause for a moment, hearing something. A sound, water, boiling water? No, no quite. Is it. . . Oh. Hot chocolate.

Bonnie’s up, too.

Your cloak is by the front door, you grab it and put it on on your way to the kitchen. You could see there’s a light, and as you rounded the doorframe you saw Bonnie. Standing on a box at the stove making hot chocolate. They don’t turn to you.

“. . . Can’t sleep, huh?” You ask, softly.

Bonnie jolts in surprise, luckily not spilling the coco. They glance at you, bags under their eyes, then back to the pot. “. . . Mmhm.”

“Nightmare?”

“. . . . . .Mmhm. . .” They sigh. “. . . You too?”

“. . Yeah. . .” 

Bonnie just looks down at the coco, keeps stirring for a minute, then takes a sip. “. . Go grab a mug.”

You wordlessly go to the cupboard and grab a mug. You bring it over, and Bonnie fills yours, as well as their own oversized mug, with hot coco. You thank them, and take a sip. Cinnamon, creamy, tasty. It made you feel warm. 

You both walk back to the living room, taking the light with you. You slump on the couch, and Bonnie sits on the floor in front of it. There’s a long silence, the two of you taking sips of your coco. It’s Bonnie who finally speaks up.

“. . . . A Sadness killed us” They mumble. “Fourth time, I think. . .”

“Oh. . .” You look down, thinking. “. . . We only, falled to six sadness, I think.”

“Died.” Bonnie replies, annoyed. “I’m not a kid, just say we died. Okay?”

“. . . Okay.” You take a breath. “We died six times to sadness.”

Bonnie’s quiet for a bit. “‘N the pineapple?”

“Twice.”

“Dummy.”

“It tasted good! You make good food, Boniface.”

“. . . Sure. . .” They huff. “. . . N’ the rock?”

“Oh uh. . . Three times. First time I look for traps in each part of the room, it was the first time I died. The other two I just. . . Forgot.”

“. . . Okay.” They take a sip of coco. “Seenit twice then.”

“. . . Sorry.”

They shuffle up from the floor to next to you on the couch. “. . . ‘Sokay.”

“It’s. . .” You glance at them, then away. What were you supposed to say? That it’s not okay? That you’re sorry? That you wish you could fix this? That this is going to be with them forever?!? You put your mug to the side. “. . Have you seen me touch the tears?”

They take another sip of coco. “Mmhm, but that’s okay. ‘Snot scary.”

“. . . Okay.” You pause and take a breath. At least you could do this. “. . . There’s going to be a time where, where you accidentally push me into one, okay? It’s alright, I wasn’t angry then, not angry now, okay?”

“. . . O-okay. . .” They shuffle a bit closer, ducking their head. “. . . Why’d you stop?”

“Stop?”

“Using, the tears.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip and look away. Why did you need to do it? Why didn’t you all listen to Loop. Loop’s right, Loop’s ALWAYS right. Stars. . . “. . . I-it was, faster. I’m sorry.”

“. . .” They put the coco aside, and tuck their legs close to their chest. “Don’t do it again. Crab”

“We won't. I promise.” You try to talk in the most comforting way you could. Look at them, they’re shaking “. . . Bonnie?

They’re mumbling. “. . Yeah?”

“I. . .” You look away, then back, your heart hurts. You didn’t want to ask, you really didn’t want to. But you had to know. “. . . What about, the King?”

Bonnie tucks their legs closer

Your body feels numb, a lump in your throat. You knew, you knew deep down, that only meant one thing. One terrible thing.

They’re tearing up.

“. . . . Bonbon. . .” You, open your arms a bit. “. . Do you, want a hug-”

No sooner had you finished that sentence than Bonnie leaped into your open arms. They’re sobbing, holding onto you tight.

“‘F-Frin. . .” They were mumbling between sobs. “I-it, hurt. . . .

You could feel your heart shatter into pieces. Bonnie was hurt, Bonnie was hurt and it’s your fault. It was your fault then, it’s your fault now. You did this to them. You monster. You need to fix this, you need to make this right, and protect them, and, and. . .

You shut your eye tightly, and start to wrap your arms around Bonnie, but, pause. Can’t hug, can’t hug tight, shouldn’t. Too similar, too scary, but, but. . . 

You gently undo your cloak, take it off, then drape it over Bonnie. You put a gentle hand in their hair. They keep crying for a few minutes more, until it dies down to shaky breathing, then just, breathing. The two of you stay there for a little bit more, content.

Eventually, Bonnie cuts through the silence again. “. . . D-do I, get-”

“No.” You speak your wavering breath. “I-I made sure, every time, you’d be okay. I-I. . .”

“Thank you. . .” You feel Bonnie hug you tighter.

Another minute passes before Bonnie lets go and sits up. Once they notice the cloak around them, they pull closer. “. . . Thanks ‘Frin.”

You softly smile. “Comfy?”

“Mmhm.” They close their eyes. “Super comfy.”

“Heheh.” You pat Bonbon on the head. “Maybe I should make you your own.”

Bonnie doesn’t respond for a second, before their eyes bolt open. “Hey!! Don’t make fun of me!! Crabface!!”

“I’m serious! It’s a very important thing to have, I think.” You hold your hands up. “And careful, don’t want to wake the whole house.”

“Oh, okay.” Bonnie calmed down, instead leaning on you. “Uhm. . . Important?”

“Mmhm!” You put an arm around them as you talk. “You give white cloaks to your younger family, essentially. It’s made by a parent, a guardian, an uncle or aunt’ It’s a piece of themself they give to you to. . .” You trail off, memory getting foggy. How did you know about. . . You close your eye. “. . . I. . . if you, want one I could. . . I could make one. If you. . .”

“. . . I’d like that.” They mumble, but then shuffle to look up at you. “. . . You’re not ‘Frin.”

“Huh? I’m. . .” No they’re right, wait, who were you? You. . . Hadn’t thought about that. You knew you weren’t Siffrin, or, you were, but. . . “I. . . Guess I’m not.”

“Who’re you?”

You shrug. “No idea.”

“Are you new?”

“I. . .” Hmm. . . You, might be. You take a breath, can you see yourself. . .? You look around the favor tree, no-one else around You held your hands out, they’re. . . Different. Ah. “. . . I think so.”

“Oh, okay.” Bonnie looked at you, then poked your nose. “Boop!”

“Ack!” You grabbed your nose dramatically. “I’ve been booped!”

“Haha!!” Bonnie grinned. “You’re still funny, though.”

“Heheh, thanks, Bonbon.”

“Uhm, do you have a name?” You shake your head. “Okay, could I help?”

You chuckle. “Heh, alright, o’ master of names.”

Bonnie's brow furrowed as the gears in their head started turning. You sat patiently, waiting for their answer.

“. . . . Rosemary.” They finally respond. “That’s uhm, I remember reading that helps with memory.”

“Rosemary. . . Oh! Rosmarinus? That’s an old name for it.” +You smile down at Boniface and pat their head+ “Thanks, Bonnie.”

“Mmm. .” +Came their response. They leaned against you.+ “Journal?”

“Left it in our room.” +You relax back.+ “. . . Could you please remind us tomorrow Bonbon? With that magic memory of yours?”

+Bonnie laughed at that, and fully lay down on your lap.+ “‘Kay. . .”

“Thanks.” +You yawn, and get comfortable.+ “Sleepy again?”

“Mmhm. . .” +They mumble.+

“Let’s try and get some rest then.” +You close your eye, Hoping sleep would soon claim you also+ “I’ll be right here if you have a nightmare, okay?”

“‘Kay. . .”

“. . . Good night, Bonbon. . .” 

“. . Night, ‘Frin. . .”

[pr1m4a]

ok fine here an actual siffrin too.

[wayward-stardust]

experiments in art style