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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Just realized I never posted this here, so I guess happy Pride Month? Have some panicking, Isabeau, having to sleep next to Siffrin! There was only one bed, folks!
Just some pre-canon torturing of Isabeau with a fun canon Clock Tower moment from Isabeauās POV!
I love torturing these two so much!Ā
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 11 time!Ā
I was having a crazy day Friday, and then the weekend kicked my butt, so here I am updating about Chapter 11 on Monday night. (_ _'")š¤
We get some flustered Isabeau! and they try so hard to talk this chapter, folks! Still no boundaries, though. Pinning Siffrin down to set ground rules? A hyrculean effort, guys.
Also considering whether or not this counts as slowburn still... I mean, they are not in a relationship yet folks! And it will only make things messier, really.
Guys!
Just going around AO3 like I do. This time looking specifically for Isabeau POV fics, and I am noticing a pattern?
Like a lot of the author's usernames have dragon in them. Is there a connection between being an Isabeau fan and loving dragons?! Am I just fitting into an unknown stereotype?!
Because a lot of dragons keep showing up. It is not all of them, but statistically significantly more than I have seen for other fics in and out of this fandom!
Was it always destined that I would be an Isabeau fan?!
Chapter 10 is out, folks!
I personally love it, and I will not be taking any criticism at this time! I love my tropes, and you can pull them from my cold, dead hands!
This is a coffee shop AU, and I can fit so many cheesy tropes in here!
Also, as an Isafrin aficianado, there needs to be more One Bed fics in this fandom. They are already sharing one in canon! I need my cute moments! I even wrote a one-shot to have a post canon version!
If anyone has some fic recs with one bed Isafrin or similar feels, please let me know! I am hungry for more cake after all this writing.
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I was looking back at the dialogue in the game on the ISAT script project to double check some things, and realized that Isabeau really did not help the whole nobody communication situation!
Like during the Sus event, when he told Odile to not confront Siffrin until after the King? So once she finally confronts Siffrin, it is too late and he loops!
I know Isabeau could not have known, but still! And I wholly believe he helped convince Mirabelle and Bonnie that Siffrin doesn't like to be touched! With him being the most physically affectionate party member, I feel he would have run into Siffrin jumping sooner than our lovely, nervous Mirabelle.
I also don't think he is the type of person to assume one event is a pattern, but if Siffrin jumped at his and Mirabelle's touch, then I think he would have talked to her and Odile about it to try and be helpful, but Change forbid he ask Siffrin if that is true! I mean, he was just trying to be considerate, but damn boy, sometimes you have to talk to people! Even if they are avoiding talking about things!
Not to mention all the times he calls Siffrin out on acting weird and then lets it go with barely any effort! I get it was the day before the end of the world, and I am probably overthinking this like someone stuck in the same two blinding days for over a hundred loops, but come on!
Chapter 9 is up! And oh boy!
This is the chapter that threw my outline out the window! But I liked it too much to redo it. Now we are just going from here! Some of my planned things will still happen IĀ swear.
I really wanted to get this chapter out of the drafts! I am really curious how people are going to react and a little scared, honestly. But at the end of the day, I am writing this for me, and I like it, so that is all that matters.
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This has been a crazy week with lots of health problems, unmet obligations, and emotions, so I will wait to get to comments until I am a little more mentally prepared to handle things outside of my IRL.
I would say the AO3 curse got to me, but I have been having health issues since before I started writing and long before posting.
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Too tired and in too much pain to be witty here. If anyone is reading this, I hope you are having a lovely day full of sunshine and rainbows!
Here I am again with Chapter 7 folks!
Playing with texting formatting now. My Bro sat me down and taught me some HTML and helped write the site skin, and I actually kinda like it? We even set it up so it can be turned off for those that hate it, and it should port over for Ereader users like me.Ā
HTML is evil, though.
I learned after the last few times AO3 went down to have backup reading material and to also save my favs. Although I guess I could just write the next time it is down...
One more bit of Dear Fellow Traveller
So I wrote a little more so into the void it goes!
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Dear fellow traveler underneath the sky.Ā
Another day of resting. I thought while I wait for food and sleep, I should write what little I remember so it doesn't slip through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.
I donāt know if it is thanks to the Memory of Memories or some cruel joke the Universe is playing on me.
I remember what the King said before he froze for all of time. āThe lightless sand, dark like the night sky. The sea, clear, dangerous. Yet giving. The mountains, covered in trees and warm rocks.ā They are carved into my brain just as the fight with my <s>family</s> <s>party</s> friends is.Ā
But I can not picture it. It is like a description in a book of a place I have never been. I have no memories of these features. I know I should know them! But they have been stolen from me just like everyone else who lived on the island.
I should have them! Before the loops, I had no idea what I was missing. I only knew the torn edges of it. Blindly grasping, feeling the gaps where memories should be, but never seeing the shape of them. The pieces of myself I knew but could not think of without losing even more of myself.
Now I have the Memory of Memories. I know I am missing pieces of myself. My past. My culture. My family (if I had one). But I can still only see the outline of these missing pieces. I can see the shape they leave behind, and if I try to grab one, it is ripped violently from my grasp, thrown deeper into the void, never to be seen again.
Odlie says she has noticed the way I talk about certain things as if in a trance, and that she had been writing them down during our travels to fight the king. Sadly, I think there must be so many more memories said and lost in the loops that all traces of have been erased.
Still, it has been nice of Odile to let me read her writings of my memories I no longer have. Even if the tone and notes are hard to read, with her suspicion of me at the time. Trying to find the cause of my peculiarities.
She has even started a separate journal that she and the others add to if I have any more āepisodesā, so that even less is lost. She is adding all her past notes to it, and I can read it whenever I like.
It is weird to read notes of myself telling stories of my past without any memory of the words passing my lips. Still, it is nice to hear I was a person before the start of my memories washing up on that beach. Even if it is like reading tales of someone elseās life. I have no recognition of them. I still find myself trying to feel it, remember them, and what it was like to live it. It escapes me still.
Yet also leaves me feeling too full of emotion that someone else noticed and cared to try and find answers for me when I could not.
I hope that you and others have found people to help fill in the holes the Universe left in us.
Your fellow traveler,
Siffrin, no middle or last name.
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Writing Woes
AAAAAAaagonizing over my made-up schedule for these fictional characters.
So, Character A has a not date with Character B. I wrote a fluffy chapter of A going through his days leading up to the not date, worrying about it.
For the last day before the not date, I wrote Character A going through a morning shift and referenced it all throughout the chapter. Then had a whole cute teasing scene between Character A and his coworker talking about the not date tomorrow. Only to realize after writing this all that the next day, conflicts with the class schedule I made up for Character A.
I have referenced the time passing and the dialogue reflects this in multiple points. I would have to rewrite a lot to fix this.
Also, I don't think the date would work if it happened in the morning before afternoon classes, because love interest is definitely a night owl in my mind, and they would not be caught up before 11am if they can help it.
I really don't want to change any of it because I like the flow.
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Why am I like this?
We are up to chapter 6 folks!
Aaaaaand I decided to add 2 chapters after this, and between the chapters I already have finished. wohoo so now I canāt use my buffer. Ā AND I struggle to write this non-linearly, so it is a struggle bus over here.
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I finally did it!
Just Brew it Already is at over 10,000 words with 5 chapters posted and 20,000+ words and 9 chapters in the drafts!
Wow, I never thought I would get this far in writing a fic. I always struggle to write more than 1,000ish words.
As a lover of long fics (I read mostly things that are 10,000 plus), I personally would only feel comfortable posting it if I could get it longer. The first chapter was 3.000 words (By far the longest of my drafts). So I wanted to post it just to see how it felt to put myself out there.
I normally am a very anxious person who hates putting myself out there. I hate posting on social media and only like Tumblr because I feel like no one will read this, but me, really. It is like a diary to me. I get to put down my silly little thoughts and throw them into the void. Also, the best of fandom is on here and AO3.
On the other hand, though, I want to make stuff and give back to fellow fans. I don't really feel like anything I could make is worthy. Nothing I could do would be able to make up for all the joy and comfort this community has given me. I rarely draw and almost never share it. I used to cosplay, but had to stop due to health issues (and cosplay has always felt personal and a little selfish to me, honestly). I love telling stories and was a theatre major in college, but I could never write fast or long enough for the arbitrary standards I set for myself.
I stall out at around 1,500 to 2,000 for a chapter, but I am happy with how this is turning out so far. I will just have to live with the fact I am not one of those legendary writers that bangs out a 45,000 word fic in a weekend.
But here I am! I like this thing I have made. I honestly didn't think I could write fluff and comedy to save my life! Or that anyone would comment and tell me they liked it! And if they did, I swore I would have run for the hills, deleting everything and hiding in a cave somewhere!
Instead, I cackle to myself at every comment and smile at every kudo and bookmark. I feel so much joy that others like this thing I made! I would be a little disgusted at how much I like others' approval, but it just feels nice talking about this game so many of us love and characters we want more of!
As long as I am having fun and at least 1 other person likes my silly little story, then it is good enough for me.
I was trying to write my cute fluffy Coffee Shop AU, but I am too melancholy today, and instead started writing an epistolary fic where Siffrin is writing diary entries.
I have yet to run across any epistolary fics in the ISAT tags. I have one from my other favorite fandom that I adore, so I thought I would try my hand at it.
It is surprisingly cathartic. I did not realize I had so many thoughts on Siffrin's relationship to memories, but at this point, I should know better.
It is short, though, for my AO3 and very experimental. So I will post it here to throw it into the void.
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Dear fellow traveler underneath the sky.Ā
Today was another rough day. I am still stuck in bed waiting for Mirabelle and the doctors to let me out.
Luckily, they let me move to the clock tower instead of the Houseās infirmary.
They told me when I first woke up in the infirmary that I had panicked and run away as fast as my busted craft could take me. In the process, extending my recovery time.
I have no memory of this, and while I worry it is a sign that I will forget even more outside the loops, they reassure me that it is most likely a ātrauma responseā, whatever that means. Vaugardian can be so hard to understand at times.
I remember the loops. I remember they ended. Isabeau reminds me every time I wake up. This blinding tower does not help. Although I have the bed all to myself for my recovery. So it is slightly different.
During the loops, I was usually the last one awake at the clock tower. At least when I could still sleep. Later, I just stayed awake. Listening to my family party friends breathing alive and well before the horrors of the house. Reminding myself it was all worth it. They were there and as happy as they could be, before the end of the world.
I felt so righteous as if I was saving them, protecting them, when I was really just trapping them, freezing them in my perfect moment, a play just for me.Ā
I really was no different from the King, no matter what they say. He loved Vaugarde, so he trapped it in time. I know he was going to join it in the end once everything was frozen. How am I any different?
I know Odile, Mirabelle, and Isabeau all say I was trying to help them. I did it accidentally. It was only I who was trapped. They donāt remember and forgive me.
But how is that any different? Nobody the King froze remembered being frozen. All they remember is the moment just before it hit. And it was peaceful! I would know! I had been frozen so many, many blinding times! Sometimes just to take a break! No matter how twisted my dreams got from my broken, blinding brain!
Ah, I had to take a break just now. Isa noticed I was getting worked up and made me set this down for a bit.
I need to get this out of my head. I feel myself going in circles, driving myself even crazier! And that is impressive because I thought I was as crazy as a person could be!
Recovery from Craft Sickness is so slow and boring. At least I am so tired I can actually sleep. I donāt know the last time I was able to do that outside of the mentioned tear use.
Is it weird that I donāt dream?
I thought I would be waking up with nightmares all the time, but I can sleep for twelve hours. Apparently, it is nearly impossible to wake me up as well. Only waking at the smell of Bonbonās cooking. It worries everyone that I can sleep so long and deeply, but the doctors say it is a good sign and that I will heal faster the more I can sleep for now.
Not dreaming is weird, but I canāt say I missed it. The tear dreams were upsetting, and my normal dreams in the clock tower were just a dramatic reenactment of all the painful and stupid ways I died. Like a private show of my failures. I faintly remember having dreams before the loops of things I can never remember when waking, and if I try, all I get is a head-splitting migraine for my troubles.
So no, I donāt miss dreaming.
Instead, I close my eyes and blink and wake hours later to the same blasted ceiling.
I am so tired I donāt know or care to do anything else.
Your fellow traveler,
Siffrin, no middle or last name.
~~~
Siffrin sighs as they put down the pen and look at the first entry in their journal. Not on the first page, since that had felt too intimidating, leaving space for it to look like a blank book. Hiding the emotions they spilled across the pages.
Odile has suggested that they write it as if they were writing letters to a friend. It might help, but so far it has just felt awkward.
They donāt feel anything except the tug of exhaustion, and they let it pull them under once more.
~~~
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
We are up to 5 Chapters posted now! And officially over 10,000 words long!
More soft time for my favorite disaster pair! And Isabeau finally leaves the Cafe!
I have definitely forgotten my Tumblr existed until today. I was busy reading OVERKILL and after getting caught up realized I made this blog (^^ā)
But yeah, everyone should read Overkill it is amazing!
Welp, back to bashing my head against the writing wall!
Okay! Today was the day, Isabeau! You are finally going to ask that cute stranger out when they come in for their twice weekly cafe mocha! Nothing will stop you! You got this! Wow, you so do not have this.
Just posted the 3rd chapter of my ISAT Modern AU fic today!Ā
and finished roughing out the 8th chapter in my drafts.... This thing has a hold over me. I have already thrown out my outline and am letting it just kinda happen. Which is not terrifying at all!
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It is too late for me, folks. I have started posting a fanfic, and there is no turning back.
I just wanted more Modern AU's to read In Stars and Time with more Isafrin content.
And they say if you want it, then write it.
So here I am, and I am having a blast over here!
My pun-age cannot be stopped! I will struggle with them for eternity now. Please help. Curse my favorite boys and their flirting through puns!
So far, this fandom has been absolutely lovely, and it feels great trying to give back at least some of the joy reading others' works has given me! I might come over hear to scream into the void when my author's notes get too long.
Welp back to writing I go!
And I will be putting all future fic thoughts here on this Blog
