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the-bitter-ocean · 5 months
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(MAJOR ACT 6 Secret Encounter SPOILERS) timeloop au DOODLES + RAMBLES UNDER THE CUT:
I talked about this on the discord server but I might as well post this here! Uhh i made these originally to brainstorm for my own au (the one where Mira loops in time instead of Siffrin) but I got silly and thought of the rest of the party looping and doodled everyone’s “loop” counterpart for fun! If anyone draws/ writes about them feel free to!! Just tag me so I can see it because everyone’s art and writing concepts are so cool. This isn’t canon to the story by any means of course these are simply my designs/ interpretations of how I’d think they act like or look like!
Design wise I really wanted to keep the space/ celestial body theme but I didn’t want to make everyone the same kind of star because in canon the party has very recognizable shape language that is very different from one another! I wanted to capture the personalities of everyone while still being clearly changed.
Cycle/“Cy” -> Isa ( A shooting star! Has a seemingly more upbeat / cheerful energy because he wants to motivate the other self that’s looping to make it through. Don’t let that fool you though he definitely has issues. Not that he’d tell you! )
Constant/ “Con”-> Bonnie (The sun! Easily frustrated / sarcastic kind of energy. I can’t imagine being trapped in a timeloop would do anyone’s wellbeing or mood good, Let alone a literal preteen and it shows. Secretly very happy to have someone to talk to even if they’ll insist otherwise.)
Eon -> Odile ( Also a star but in a Diamond shape! Wanted the shape language to resemble the craft she does as well as the earrings Odile wears. Has a pragmatic / seemingly cold or indifferent personality, in attempt to distance herself to make things hurt less. She still clearly cares though!)
Rewind/“Riri” -> Mirabelle (The moon! I wanted to choose the moon because the moon constantly changes phases and I think that would reflect her emotional state and connect to her faith in the change belief too! I imagine riri to be very like “I am On the verge! lol! ^_^” very polite and sweet though like her counterpart has. Some bite to her if you make her mad. )
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sqirtle · 4 months
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siffrin quest speedrun complete! you will never forget this!
@the-bitter-ocean <- creator of the au and beloved mutual ^_^
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chimerahyperfix · 25 days
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You are a scientist. You like testing theories, making hypothesis. Working with dangerous materials that get you scolded. You are a scientist, and you are also a writer! You’ve swung at a few things before: sappy poems, work papers, crab, you’ve even attempted a horror short at Mirabelle’s inquiry. You’re favorite thing to write, though, are just basic letters.
You like to write letters. It's easier, to you, to write your thoughts on a piece of paper and hide it somewhere the recipient can find than to tell them what you think face-first. You’ve done it for years, long before you even came to the House to learn about the Change religion. A childhood habit that’s rolled over through your life like a wave on the sea.
So, of course, when time begins to loop, you write. Many, many letters. They all get lost to time when it twists back, and now, many loops in, that leaves a hole in your heart and a spot in your brain you can’t itch, for the words of each letter are mostly forgotten before you fight the King. It’s… fine, you guess? You can word things as many ways as you need to. Anything described can be described some more, after all.
For the first handful of loops, you wrote the same letters. Rather sappy, lovey things, your specialty. The furthest depths of your heart smeared onto a page for eternity, for you love and love and love, and you want those around you to know it.
Though as time trudges on, the same twenty four hours over and over in a nice single circuit built for it to run through, built by wishes and stars and twisted leaf-baring branches, so do your thoughts; therefore your letters move so, too, to adapt. More theoretical things. Questions. Ifs, ands ors buts and whys. Sadder ones after the bad loops, wailing and endlessly upset and mourning those who froze and those who were killed for standing in the King's way.
They get angrier as time goes on. More enraged. Wrath melts into the corners, edges fold and tear and warp under the weight. You stop delivering them, because you're here in this time loop hell to protect the ones you love, and you'd just make it worse if you gave them a letter like that.
You write a scathing letter, once. You write it after an absolutely abysmal loop, ending with blood and tears and probably the loudest you've ever screamed. It flows onto the page easily, and you leave it out on your desk, because you were hungry and hadn't eaten that loop with how beside yourself stressed you were.
Mirabelle finds it. Asks you, quite worried, if you're okay. You must've said something, and it had to be bad, because she flinched away from you like you'd tried to light her ablaze.
You panicked. Time looped.
Never again.
You hide them, after that. Shoved in your pillowcases or in piles of books, stacks of other papers. In the barrels. When you write only one or two you shove them in a bottle and push them to the back of your potions.
You're a shedding snake, a leopard changing its spots. Time is your prisoner and you are it's, and that melts into you as a human being until you are flesh and blood and twenty four hours that shouldn't continue.
Words spill from you, your mind, onto the page. You don't read them anymore. Just write and write and write, and tuck them away and pray no one finds them. You long for the days you could sit and write sappy love letters-- and sometimes, you still do them, but they're tinged with something, regret or rage or the absolute despair you feel, they're wrong, so they're tucked away as well. Letters just wrong, noticeably so. You’d be asked what’s wrong. Cornered. You can hear it now, “What’s wrong? What does this mean?” And all you can think of is the horrors you’ve seen.
One of these loops, whenever you get out, you expect to have a pile of ramblings with time-burnt letters and tear-stained edges. Whenever you get out, if there are any, you'll burn them. As a rite of passage, or something. A Change. Because time changed you, and the less people have to know about it the better. You can't get rid of your rotten voice or the tiredness in your bones or the way your brain has twisted to think, but you CAN get rid of letters.
You like to write. The horrors you write, of twisted time and dying and what being frozen in time is like— it can go. No one needs to know. No one WILL know. It’ll all fall on you, like every other crabbing thing in the time loops. And that’s okay, it’s enough.
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the-bitter-ocean · 4 months
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( ACT 6 SECRET ENCOUNTER/ 2HATS SPOILERS) So I decided to redraw my designs I made a while back but in a more human form for fun. Thank you to @wonder-of-the-stars for designing the Rewind/ Riri human design !!!
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the-bitter-ocean · 2 months
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(MAJOR 2HATS/ A6SE + SASASAP TRUE END SPOILERS under the cut) ICAC au writing drabbles based on @tealgoat and @eurydice-pens awesome fanart they both did of my au In Cycles and Cessation!
{{ You wake up in Dormont.}}
{{….!!!!}}
{{The sun is so bright you can hardly register it as real. }}
{{Everyone is roaming around happily without a care in the world.}}
{{ You’re sitting on the bench outside the storefront.}}
{{ The papers are in your hands again. }}
{{One of the villagers approach you. They wave and smile happily. }}
“Good luck against stopping the King, Mirabelle! We know you and the saviors will prevail!”
{{ You smile and wave back. }}
{{You ignore how your hands are shaking. }}
{{You grip the papers tightly. You crumple it into a ball and toss it. }}
{{ You get up from your seat and run.}}
{{Past the change god statue. }}
{{Past all the villagers who adore you when they have no good reason to. }}
{{You don’t bother greeting any of your party members either.}}
{{You need to be alone.}}
{{You go into the forest clearing and practically collapse unto the ground.}}
{{You start to cry.}}
{{You pray and pray and pray and pray for this to be over. }}
{{You cant do this anymore! }}
{{You curl up on the ground and scream. }}
{{You don’t want to do this again! The first time you ever beat the king- finally something new happened in your short pitiful existence and it couldn’t save you!}}
{{You tug on your curls until you feel a dull pain at the sides of your head.}}
{{ The power of friendship couldn’t save you! You weren’t chosen! You weren’t special! }}
{{You wish for someone to help you escape!}}
{{You can’t bare to die again. To watch your friends get hurt again. To see everyone frozen- your home permanently cursed to stagnation! }}
{{You wish for someone to understand you!}}
{{The loops were lonely and scary. You had no one to talk to who knew what you were going through!}}
{{And the minute you thought.. t-thought that maybe you found hope it was taken from you! Why? Why why why-}}
{{You wish you could change into someone who could actually save your home!!!}}
{{You…!}}
{{…?!}}
{{ You stare at the moon shaped object in your hands. }}
{{ You look around confused as to who or what gave you this form of divine intervention- if it would even work at all to begin with.}}
{{….}}
{{You’re in no position to reject it or be skeptical. }}
{{ You’re helpless. }}
{{ You can only do so much on your own before everything falls apart. }}
{{ You hold the crescent close to your chest. }}
{{ You thought it would burn you but it’s surprisingly soothing. }}
{{Siffrin talked about the item that’s currently in your hands a long time ago.}}
{{You didn’t get it half the time but you listened anyway because it made him happy. }}
{{…..}}
{{The moon will never be as bright as the sun. }}
{{It’s only capable of reflecting the light and warmth from the suns rays. }}
{{It has nothing to shine with on its own. }}
{{…It suits you.}}
{{ You slowly bring the crescent to your mouth and devour it whole. }}
{{ You. Feel. A. Tug. On. Your. Heart. And. You-}}
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