#loop 2

[askoverkill]

Mira would be better at this...

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(You have no idea what to do.) (Mirabelle should be the one here, she's the brave and caring one.) (She'd have the perfect thing to say at hand.)

(You used to understand Isabeau, or at least, you thought you did.) (Always quick to lighten the mood or offer support.) (He was the party's emotional rock.)

(But... maybe you were reading too into it?) (He's here to protect Mirabelle, and by extension, the party.) (it was work, that's all.)

(And now that he doesn't like your jokes, what use are you to him?) (It's a job, you have to get along with your clients.) (You were never his friend, not really.)

(But still...) (He's scared.) (You can't sit here and do nothing.)

(You remember that touch is useful to make people less upset, or so you've heard.) (Maybe... you could try?)

(Breath hitching.) (You're shaking.) (Touch!?!!)

(He's surrounding you.) (He's everywhere.) (You can't move.)

(A hug!?!) (This is a hug!!!) (You're not wearing your cloak, he's touching you!) (No barriers, all touch!!!!)

(This is!!! A lot!!!) (He's got all of you!!!!) (All at once!! In a hug!!!!!!!)

(And.) (Just like that.) (He throws himself off you.)

(He's off so quick, it was like you were burning him.) (But how odd, when it is his body heat that lingers on you, still hot.) (Your body shivers, nerves alight.)

I'm sorry, that was- oh, Change, I'm sorry!

(...Why?) (Why is he looking at you like that?)

(You can barely breathe.) (You want to say something, but you can only stare.) (What could you say, anyway?)

Sorry, I'll go.

(He stumbles out of his seat, rushing out the room.) (He looked... terrified?)

(Huh? What? Why would he be scared of you?) (Did you pat him on the shoulder wrong?)

(Was it... the hug? Did you hug bad?) (Oh no, you're supposed to hug back, aren't you?) (Oh no, no, no, no, you screwed this up?!!!?)

[kill-the-wanderer]

<<<<<

"You're on a path. At the end of that path, there is a forest. Hiding in that forest, there is a Wanderer. You are here to kill her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."

🪱

(Explore) I'm getting a terrible sense of deja vu.

(Explore) Wait, hasn't this happened before?

(Explore) Okay, no.

(Explore) Oh you bastard! You're in for it now, I'm wise to your tricks!

(Explore) But I killed myself! What am I doing here?

(Explore) Oh, the world's normal again! Neat.

(Explore) Shut up.

[Enter the woods.]

[Turn around and leave.]

Voting ended onApr 18

[ink-stains-and-constellations]

I heard my good friend Jonathan Harker is going on a work trip to Transylvania in a couple of weeks. Very excited to read his correspondence!

[jonathan-harkers-recipe-blog]

3 May. Bistritz - Left Munich at 8.35 P.M...

[a-neverending-dream]

Pyro Time Loop snippet

It was exactly how he remembered. Everything was. Untouched by the tragedy he lived, was living, still and quiet dead. The beacon was an aged white, untouch by the battling light or dark.

With too loud alive steps, they made their way over the stepping stones to the ancient obelisk, weathered and worn, carvings they never got to study etched into every side. The cracks and broken off pieces were righted, Pyro being seemingly the first to make it out here with no sign of any attempt to climb or reach the beacon.

Sighing mostly to marvel in its steadying effect he had almost forgotten, he turned and leaned against the cold stone, shivering in cooling air, watching as the sun set over the dead trees in beautiful oranges, reds, and purples, that cursed town laying just over the horizon.

Oakhurst would be truly underway to rebuild enough structures for the night, introductions out of the way, the concentrated beacon's fabled known warmth far out of reach here where only the dead belonged. They couldn't tell why they ended up here, hungry like always, cold, the journey longer than they remembered, having headed straight to where everything had changed after they had gotten over their panic their bearings after "waking up" at the tower.

It was so cold.

Sliding to the wet ground, he wrapped his arms around him, shivering, trying to preserve the warmth he now held. Alive. They were alive, human, and everything was back to the beginning they could only faintly remember and they had no idea what they were supposed to do.

The world grew black and red, the all too familiar crimson blood moon rising to make the world erie and so dark, his too human eyes unable to even make out the trees surrounding him. They had forgotten how little they could see hear smell when they were human, how scary the night could be when you were blind and weak. It was a wonder how the humans townsfolk navigated the world without the warm torches when trying to hide from them what lurked in the dark.

He had died here. He had died. Here and in the crypt under the castle. He had died.

Their breathing stuttered and eyes burned as they hunkered further down into themselves. They had died and they were still here.

Why? Why them? Why couldn't it had just ended like Czeslaw Avid like it was supposed to?! He had drowned staked, breath gone heart pierced, permanent action that was proven since the beginning of everything to be fatal, and he was still here!

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

Salt on their tongue finally told them that they were crying, breathing ragged and heart so loud in their ears.

A harsh laugh echoed in their chest. He was crying, such a human action, just another inescapable piece of the reality of this nightmare.

They were alive and a black space in them couldn't be happier they wished they weren't.

[aaron-burr-1804]

Dear @alexander-hamilton-1804,

I have been informed of your illness by several persons, and I write to you to ask you of your recovery, as it has been several days since you fell ill.

A. Burr

[alexander-hamilton-1804]

do we want hamburr in this au

yes

no

i dont mind whatever happens

Voting ended onAug 23, 2025

! ! MOD SPEAKING ! !

not a very big deal whatever happens, just askin cause i know a couple a people on here who enjoy hamburr and idk whether to introduce it to the au or not

on one hand i love hamburr and would love writin it + it would make for some very cool art ! and it would be. kinda tragic in the end

on another hand, alexander is married to eliza. so. uh- we’d have to find a way around that. somehow. maybe they just become a threesome idk man my will is the will of the peoples

anyways yeah, not that big of a deal whatever the outcome is and if the outcome ends up filling me with dread i will just ignore it and do whatever i want 🥰

[rr-shattered-memory]

If you're gonna go anywhere mind as well see what's going on outside!

You rush out of the door, pause as you look down the hall both ways to see where the exit is.

The sign for the stairs is found! you close the door and hear a muffled "hey!" as you do so.

Rushing to the stairs the door opens again and Roman yells to you to come back but you're already in motion, flinging the stairwells door open - there's no stopping now!

The door opens right after it shuts, Roman is evidently following you.

But you don't stop, you don't stop as you fall all the way down the first flight of the long long stairs -seriously there's way too many stairs in this building- your bruised and battered body is twisted at odd angles and when you get to the bottom you're dead.

You've Died From Stair Bludgeoning. Save Two Ended. Restart?

God damn it, yes.

I'm done, no.

Voting ended onApr 16, 2025

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