#then he got stuck in a time loop

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

i have yet to see charles's cricket bat actually be effective

[torchstelechos]

Still on my "there is no way Isabeau has dated anyone before Siffrin" propaganda.

Y'all, this man didn't confess until the literal world was about to end via his crush losing their mind over him leaving, and his entire friend quest moment was him talking about how his past self wasn't liked. This man has never dated ANYONE in his life, he is winging it just as much as Siffrin is

[beneathsilverstars]

damn... siffrin has definitely always been a big dissociater but like. post-canon i bet snapping out of it could be a trigger itself now, bc it might feel somewhat similar to snapping into awareness at the start of a mid-house loop??

like in the loops it went -gets hurt / gets freaked out / knows they're about to die -dies / loops -now they're somewhere else

and now that they're out of the loops it goes -gets hurt / gets freaked out / feels like they're gonna die -dissociates / forgets -now they're somewhere else

[atticwifesam]

sam was pregnant during mystery spot by the way.

[smilesrobotlover]

*head in hands* oot link is such a tragic character and it makes me so sad

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

Someone put the blonde man in a time loop

[state-of-beeing]

< /holy holy holy >

Halcyon design loosely based on my LL2 Dusk Wing/LL1 Emperor

[cluescorner]

Canto 6 was incomplete

Literally why are we there? Like, we just go to a manor that's in t-corp I guess. But why are we there? We've got another Heathcliff and he's cool but he just shows up pissed off for no reason and then we leave? Weird af. Nelly, Linton, and Josephine were cool and Hindley...existed. But it's a weirdly low number of supporting characters, and I guess that 1 really important and cool one could have made up for it but that didn't happen. Even the Mili song felt incomplete, like only 1/2 of it was there! Such an odd choice to make at the halfway mark for our 12 sinners. It just feels like a lot of stuff was missing and it's really sad because I was excited for Heathcliff's canto.

[cringefailvox]

not even joking i think what it's going to take for me to get back into writing radioapple is to put vox in there somewhere

[this-should-do]

god i am obsessed eith the tonal shift between ahlf life 1 and 2 in regard to the sense of success at ur accomplisments

in 1, nothing you do ever gives u a sense of success or accomplishment, u killed people, u killed aleins but u have so much more to do. its an empty feeling, oh u killed the tentacles? cool go down the hole, dog urself deeper into this mess. oh you killed the gargantua and turned on the railway? go down deeper into the water and blood deeper into the bowels of the beast you created of the facility. you kill the nihilanth and u look up at the fireworks knoeing you are going to die, you cannot escape the explosion and the mess youve created. ur pulled from the mess and you are told you have guranteed urself a future of killing and endless battles or a battle u can never win. mothing you do matter none of it is worth anything. you are cold and alone and soaked in blood and people are only getting more scared

but in 2 the mood shifts, the smallest battles give people hope for a future. you can kill even a few soldiers and even if you do have to go deeper, the people around you cheer, if only for a moment, theyre alive and breathing and so are you. so many things yo do youre asked to do them again and again and each time these people are excited, thwyre grasping for a semblance of hope til thwir nails bleed and they cheer becuz they are alive and in the sun and watching their breath freeze as they cheer in the cold air of the mountains. the grass is green and growing and its more life than uve seen since before you moved to the middle of a desert to work in a concrete prison far from the warmth of the sun where it bakes all that it touches.

do you think gordon feels the happiness of the rebels? feels a sense of accomolishment in even the smallest thing he does? is he satisfied or fullfilled for helpjng these people? can he feel the sun warm the skin of his face and the bite of eastern european chill on his nose the way the rebels do? does he relish in that he is alive still? is he coming back? or do you think he still feels dull as he sinks deeper and deeper into the recesses of his mind and the concrete cage of balck mesa where his old life died?

[rizardofether]

I got an idea for one of those talk about your characters prompts:

How would your Commander/other GW2 characters react to being stuck in a time loop?

[nerosdayinanime]

One in a million

"TANJIRO!" screamed at the top of his lungs, the dark haired boy whipped around to look at him.

"YOU HAVE TO!-" cut off against his will as he watched the world fly sideways- Tanjiro's horrified eyes meeting his through the spray of blood. The indescribable feeling of the top half of his head hitting the dirt and rubble below- broken registering of his body following suit, collapsing to the ground. The world blurred with red and fading screams, input to cells that don't have the capacity to decipher.

Fade to nothing.

He shot up with a choked gasp, phantom memories of his head sliced in half by that fucking monster- Green. Grass. Dirt, twigs, bugs- sound. The quiet rustle of the leaves- shifting fabric and- something behind him.

"Giyuu?" questioned so softly, with so much reverence. He whipped around- pink hair and wisteria eyes staring into his.

He breathed, "Sabito-" time slowed as he couldn't throw himself into the other's arms fast enough, mutual need to hold eachother tight so the dream wouldn't fade and take him with it. Giyuu breathed, mind reeling from the too-sudden shift of everything-

so, it shut off.

He breathed.

He felt the chest against his rise and fall in tune with the breath puffing against his neck, as they sat, on their knees, holding eachother so tightly it made his arms ache. The phantom tang of blood stuck in his nose, drowned out by the subtle scent of mint and grass, the feel of hair tickling his nose as he breathed.

The world's too-bright colors and too-sharp definition dimmed and faded to something that didn't melt his eyes, he shifted and dropped his head to sabito's shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" rasped quietly into his hair, hands fisted in the back of his haori relaxing to run in soothing circles along his back.

His throat felt raw, "I could ask the same of you."

A short huff, "Well.. it was slow this time. Always the worst."

He hummed in agreement as Sabito continued, "Fought Akaza, at the Mugen Train. I had an idea that didn't work out… Rengoku and the kids were fine but- …not like i can do anything more for them now." He could feel the regret dripping from his words, trailing quieter until he was the only person who could've heard.

He wracked his brain for a quick glimpse at the carnage before he woke- remembering brought dread as he realized what he'd done.

"I doomed them." thought leaving his lips without his permission, "Tanjiro didn't learn from akaza!- I didn't- wasn't thinking!- tried to tell him!" he rushed, stumbling over his own tongue as he shook.

Sabito pulled back, "Hey!- hey, hey." pushing giyuu back to hold his face. "Breathe.. let it slide over. Stop trying to stand. You can rest now." Giyuu stared into his firm gaze, letting Sabito's voice be the loudest thing in his own head. Rough palms cupping his cheeks, the warmth that emanates from them, the thrum of blood where its supposed to be. He stared as the regret and guilt and self-hatred rushed over him like an avalanche, crashing with fury uncontained before it ebbed to aching desolation, surrendered to simply pool around him. Years, and years, and years, and years of it flooding his little clearing, saturating the earth, dirt long turned to mud at the bottom of a lifeless stagnant pond. He floats, among the debris stirred from the latest break of the dam. Flipped from floating face down, breathing the mucky water, drowning in his own failure- instead a tender hold keeping his head above the surface.

He breathes.

Hot tears track down his face, gently wiped away with the pad of a thumb, soothing nothings muttered between their foreheads pressed together. It hurts, so so much, the warmth and wet forming clouds before his very eyes. Hes so relieved, so distraught, so confused. Sabito doesn't let go of him, and he knows he wont until the water's settled again, until he can stand on his own again.

[mamawasatesttube]

thinking about putting bart in a time loop...

[pyrrhicprose]

Jing Yuan w/ chronic pain bouncing around my mind rn... You don't get stabbed/sacrificed like that w/o aftereffects 👀

[eldritchqueerture]

girls (me) will be obsessed with some cringefail guys from a call of cthulhu campaign streamed 8 years ago that no one's heard about that now haunt the narrative of the Malevolent podcast

[dozenssporks]

meryl: i just don’t understand, vash, how you get on planes with no passport and carrying a gun

wolfwood: it’s his dopey face. no one would think he could do anything heinous except by accident

vash: also security is blinded by the light bouncing off my white, white skin

meryl: you can’t just chalk this up to racism

wolfwood: are you kidding? he prances on through without a care in the world and I step up after him and they instantly tag me as being a member of some sort of terrorist organization and pull me over for a ‘random check’. annoying as all get out.

meryl: you . . . wolfwood you are a member of a terrorist organization!

wolfwood: but they don’t know that!