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void-of-existence

HE KNOWS OH MY GODS

I SCREAMED ALOUD

monochrome-stars

HELLO ISAT NATION IM GRADUATING TODAY HERES A TOKEN OF MY JOY

spoilers for act 3 and the secret boss in act 6 ‼️

part 104 <- || part 105

nidbaesenpai

Happy ISAT anniversary! Wanted to play with magazine covers and how everyone's might look like with different outfits! Post game musings/headliners. B&W versions under the cut :3

loop-lover-central

HAPPY 2 YEARS ISAT!!!

luna-azzurra

Tips for Writing Injuries

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.

youreturnhome

i know it’s old news but the fact that loop is siffrin and siffrin is loop will never stop hurting me. any time loop does anything that’s siffrin. any time siffrin does anything that’s loop. all of loop’s snark and teasing and barely-concealed hatred is siffrin and all of siffrin’s puns and spiralling and barely-concealed love is loop.

and you can see it happening! we know how siffrin becomes loop, and we can see how loop used to be siffrin. once you know, it’s obvious: they echo each other, because they’re the same. they’re the same person, just with a different appearance and a different set of circumstances — and the circumstances aren’t even that different. siffrin without loop becomes loop. siffrin with loop succeeds as siffrin.

siffrin loves their friends, which means loop loves their friends. and loop hates siffrin because they hate themself, but they can’t help but love him, too. they hate each other. they love each other. they love themselves, despite it all. it’s siffrin under the favour tree and loop leading the party and both of them want so much and LOVE so much but only one of them gets to keep it all. and they couldn’t do it without the other. they’re both siffrin and they’re both loop and they both win and they both lose

doesn’t it drive you crazy? doesn’t it make you feel insane? i can’t stop thinking about it. i need to throw them at a wall