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“So, you just wandered Vaugarde for four years straight? You didn’t think I might want to see you? Not even once?!”
“Well I-” You start before your brain catches up. “Wait. Four years?”
Expression unchanging, Stardust nods. “Yeah, four whole, entire years, that’s how long it’s been since Dormont.”
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After disappearing at the end of Stardust's adventure, Loop makes a third wish to return to the world they have once again left behind.
When they step foot in Jouvente and find half the party absent, they realize things are much more different than how they'd left them.
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Siffrin is bitter after falling ill yet again. Isabeau is here to keep him company, thankfully.
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After weeks of travel with the saviours, someone new has joined the party. Odile isn't sure what to make of them.
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Sometime after the King's defeat, Loop comes to a realization.
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It had been nearly a year since Ford had disappeared.
He’d hoped that he’d have the portal up and running long before this point. He wasn’t all that smart, especially not when compared with the guy who built the damn thing, but he could fix stuff. When you break enough, you learn how to fix real well.
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When the snow melts (It reveals whats hidden underneath) by 5ievel for logicallystupid
Fandoms: In Stars And Time (Video Game)
30 Dec 2025
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You can see the shimmer on his skin. The tears collected on the pads of his thumbs, slowly rolling down towards his wrists.
Your breath catches, a pathetic, struggling thing. Ice floods your veins. Isabeau’s sickly pale skin is on display, his wide, shocked eyes staring into nothing, the fear pooled in them burrowing into your very being. Frozen. Gone. The harrowing sight is ingrained in your mind forever, something you can never forget, no matter how many loops you force yourself through. You have failed; it is your fault.
You can go back. You can fix this. You have to. It cannot end like this. It can’t. The air smells like burnt sugar; it’s suffocating.
The world tilts, and you find the stars are looking again. Greeting you, welcoming you home. Beckoning. You grip the knife harder, its handle digging into your palm.
Reach out to us! The stars cry, and your arm moves. The blade tilts towards you in a practiced manner, moonlight glimmering off its sharpened edge. This is the fastest way, the most efficient, you know this.
“-if! —iffrin! SIFFRIN!”
You feel a tug on your stomach.