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Time loop Curly AU
This is an AU where Curly is basically stuck in a time loop. Waking back up during his psych evaluation and it ends when he’s in the cryo pod with Jimmy. He remembers everything.
Meet the Mod! - Hi you can call me Polle (for mod questions) torment him all you'd like but no sexual contact, please.
I don’t mind interacting with the other blogs, Please I have so much fun talking to all the rest of y'all!!! :D YOU'RE ALL SO COOL!!!
I don’t ship curly with anyone so please respect that.
has some Head canons like him being 32, and having a little sister.
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I will occasionally doodle things, probably use #Art grant
if you find any time loop curly stuff I love seeing it, so please share!!! :D
hes bi-Ace :D
Thank you and please enjoy!
Blog runs on Central Time (CT), and Polle (op) has ASD
extra stuff below cut:
Cheat sheet for people that can’t find it since I have one for a basis of how he would react to other characters ^
when doing an RPS, you may notice me using colours for certain words I find can fit into that color
blue: Anya related things
orange: in some cases, it is how I used to show myself speaking OOC but also for Swansea
pink: Daisuke :D
green: Jimmy-related things
Red: usually used when curly is a tough spot in his mindset. Talking about the crash, sometimes used to refer to himself.
I didn’t add this to the cheat sheet but when interacting with other curly’s he does his best to give bedside manner and help them, sometimes he does good and other times it can get a bit messy with emotions being so high.
Q/A:
why a time loop au blog? Why not just make a normal blog?
because I’m built differently. I found it be be a fun idea. I was laying in bed scrolling through Tumblr and I saw everyone else having a hell of a lot of fun doing this, so I thought of ways to make my blog a bit different and a bit more fun for me. So made a list and this was the one that stood out the most to me!
what were the other blog ideas?
A pre-captain curly when he was a copilot of another ship, a swap Au, a sea captain AU, and an AU where Jimmy still crashes the ship but gets locked inside of the cockpit. Curly getting slightly injured trying to stop/save him.
does your curly have other blogs that are a part of his crew?
no. It’s kinda hard to do that and I wouldn’t wanna drag people in this AU with me if it’s almost impossible to keep up with the looping and other stuff, maybe if I used the og concept of a week-long loop cycles. But idk man I’m having fun like this
curly’s backstory?
he grew up with a little sister, a mom, and a dad. He’s a child of divorced parents but they split amicably. He met Jimbo in 6th grade when Jimbob was the new kid who moved into the neighbourhood curly’s mom and dad set Curly up to meet the new guy. Leading to them being friends. Curly after high school graduated early and skipped a grade. Went to college and got a scholarship from Pony Express if he worked for them as an intern. He took it finished all his classes and his job was sealed. After 8 years of work, he finds Jimmy again. Jimmy is homeless and at the bottom of his rope. Curly trying to be a good friend, offers Jimmy a place to sleep and a job. 2 years later he’s on the tulpar as a captain for his last run.
any hc you like from other people?
Jimmy waited to help them look for Curly after the crash, hoping that it was either too late or just enough damage for Curly to not be able to bounce back. (I LOVE THE DAISUKE ISEKAI >v< )
Why does he have so much coffee on him, didn’t they run out?
yes, I’m aware they ran out of coffee, in my HC. In Curly’s bag, he was allowed by the express to bring 4 extra packets of coffee for emergencies to keep himself awake (why he has them on him)
he has an infinite loop of coffee packets due to him having them in his pockets during the crash and physic evaluations(the soft lock spot and beginning of the loop). Due to this, the loop causes his supply to reappear since he had them on hand during the two hotspots so it’s now a part of Curly’s person,
does the time loops have any side effects? Other than recking him mentally
yes, the time loops can lead to phantom pains, nightmares, shaky limb, (semi permanent) exhaustion, occasional damage to joint and small fractures in bones if something occurs that would break a bone. if he died in a way that’s painful. He’ll restart the loop in agony.
if he live long enough in the loop and dies as an old man it can lead to temporary memory loss (best fate for this dude :( ). Most of the physical pain will disappear and dissipate after a few days.
Do you have any fun HC? mostly non-sad ones please:
Curly is allergic to cat
coffee addict
he has a younger sister and a step-sibling he doesn't really know much about
probably has broken a bone once or twice when learning to ride a bike
Jimmy and Him became drinking buddies after Jimmy moved into Curly's home (NOT A GOOD IDEA AT ALL?! IT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA?!)
when he was a shadow for a captain for his first flight, Swansea was the mechanic for that flight. So he's known Swansea for a bit and has been on the same flight through the years. He is made fun of by Swansea
Those arm bands are light reflective, I did that because it made senses to me that in a high stake environment where your crew needing to find you if something went wrong would be easier to find someone
bi ace, but very detached with romantic feelings.
How the patches work:
Red for the captain
Yellow for mechanics and they usual have more (on the back of their uniform, pant legs)
Lighter Blue for nurses
Green for co pilots
White for interns
if you feel that Curly is out of character beyond the imagination of what a time loop could do to a person. Send an ask and I’ll try to do something about it
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”I think I’m starting to forget things… or maybe there’s just too many factors to consider. I’ve been scared a few times when things I thought would happened didn’t work the way it should’ve.”
"I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I am but at what cost would me getting out of this hell even be? What if I get out and the cycle just starts over again but I have no memory of these loops... or I just die in a loop and everything stays dark. My existence finally ends and I'm still aware... what if I soft-lock my loop? I'd be stuck in an infinite loop of death that I couldn't stop..."
his hands shook a bit. He took a deep breath. he sat down and put the cup down
"... B-but maybe it's just my memory finally going bad, the brain can only hold so much."
[curly finally understands something a little better. while he had felt some jealousy towards this version of himself for having a family, still being up and walking, not relegated to bed, suddenly he gets it.]
[there is no guarantee of a fresh start of any situation anymore for curly, not even when that would be the definition of what's happening to him.]
[envisioning this man forgetting that he exists, or basic functions like how to hold a fork, or getting stuck in something eventually worse than what's already going on, his chest suddenly feels tight.]
[is it possible to forget enough to become just as vegetative as he is?]
i'm...sure the mundane things would be the first to go. enough that you'd keep what's really important.
lots of people have been visiting me since i woke up.
but there's only so much that can be different with me, really.
i noticed i got a faint sense of smell the other day. smell! it was just metal from me and...and spearmint, coming from jim, but...smell! isn't that amazing? i don't even have my nose anymore.
i've not...
i've not maintained it, sadly. it was just for a few minutes, when my head hurt particularly bad.
but i'm lucky just to be able to see... speak, or even hear.
[truth is, what he did hear was agonizingly muffled. and he was well aware, though it sounded like he was underwater, that he probably didn't sound very intelligible either. and his vision was not the greatest. the other curly, now, was just barely focused on, in a tunnel vision halo.]
and now smelling. i think if i try hard enough i could smell the coffee.
he shook that thought out of his head. looks over to the other curly with a grimace. Smell. God how horrible could the gift of scent be when everyone was smelling like shit and fucking mouthwash. At least it wasn’t total sensory deprivation.
“…that’s good. Here try it out.”
he opened the pouch of coffee and held it out for the other Curly to try to smell it.
[he earnestly tries, and just the slightest hint of it hits him. it's beautiful. it's the best thing he's smelled in his life, by the sheer virtue of it being a return to mundanity.]
He took a deep sigh of relief in his head. He needed to take a moment, that’s all he needed... Being intrusive or impulsive isn’t going to help him. He can’t rely on instinct and harm “himself”. Not everyone is like Jimmy and not everyone is going to harm him.
Curly looked a lot worse. He had been greying in patches. He looked more worn down. All matters of disarray, like a machine finally running low. Rusting away as the machine falls apart. he came with the same gift, coffee.
-@captain-44-curly
blinking from the haze of daydreaming, he turned to the blonde. all daisuke could muster was a hushed "...oh!"
it really has been a long time.
alongside curly, daisuke was certainly aging as well. slowly, but he was.
daisuke was a little taller - bordering on outgrowing his uniform. his hair was longer, lopsided and choppy from a shit attempt at grooming himself; black roots well grown back in and revealing silver stress hairs. as he pushed himself up off the ground, one could see his arms were well seasoned from failure, almost stained with grease.
daisuke was older and was, unfortunately, infinitely, wiser beyond his years.
he didn't care for the coffee, simply opting to open his arms to curly.
”mm… well… a few loops have been really strange but nothing I can’t handle… h-how about you, daisuke?”
Curly smiled and ruffled daisuke’s hair. He smiled a bit just to lighten the mood a bit.
-
daisuke hummed, rocking back and forth again mindlessly. he was silent for a moment; dark eyes peering as deep as they could into the blonde's, piecing 'it' (that truth behind a brave face: quiet suffering) together and coming just short of the truth. he hollowed in his cheeks and popped his tongue in quiet contemplation.
"i dunno," he said, "i've been just kinda..." he gestured, gripping nothingness with a small snarl, and chuckled out a "y'know?"
the boy turned slightly. looking to the broken in star in the large sky screen, daisuke was blunted. face empty and dim. he couldn't remember if he told him.
{cutting for size}
what tumultuous sick he had in his head for far too long. the words just came out in a slow, steady drip.
"hey, cap'n? have you ever, like, seen god, hear god? like in the things other's wouldn't? i know i'm probably losing it. but - with the loop thing with you? i dunno - like it's just like -
"there's a million versions of us out there. all kinda-sorta aware of each other or, like, actually trying to go to each other sometimes, like you with me. there's like a million freaking paths, everything connecting to each other, branching out like a web. and certain strands all comes together to a point on a branch on a tree, a big freaking tree, with other webs. this tulpar, this version of the tulpar; it's one of the points on a branch. like, a gateway to the multiverse. we're from different universes, and that's why things are different. like, that's probably why you keep looping, and why i'm still here."
daisuke's voice broke. he didn't realize he was crying until he heard it in his voice. daisuke gripped the bottom hem of his shirt trembling. "fuck! i'm sorry, curly." he choked back a sob, stiffening his upper lip. "i'm really trying to be better keeping myself together."
“Dai…”
The Captains eyes widened from panic.
Curly pulled Daisuke in for a hug. He had to keep Daisuke close. He had to be a shoulder to cry on. He can’t let Daisuke give up yet.
“daisuke. You’ve been doing amazingly at all of this.”
He picked up a tone that seemed to have come from a friend. Not a man who was above anyone, he was on the same level as Daisuke. Both of them were trapped, like fish in a bowl. Constantly swimming in circles
“No one expects you to keep it together. Especially Not me.”
The Captains voice was soft. He spoke reassuringly. And it was clear it was genuine. Curly rubbed daisuke’s shoulder in a way to try to soothe the kid a bit.
“…don't worry about it. Just let it out… you don’t need to apologize to anyone...”
Curly pulled Daisuke into a deeper hug.
”I think I’m starting to forget things… or maybe there’s just too many factors to consider. I’ve been scared a few times when things I thought would happened didn’t work the way it should’ve.”
"I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I am but at what cost would me getting out of this hell even be? What if I get out and the cycle just starts over again but I have no memory of these loops... or I just die in a loop and everything stays dark. My existence finally ends and I'm still aware... what if I soft-lock my loop? I'd be stuck in an infinite loop of death that I couldn't stop..."
his hands shook a bit. He took a deep breath. he sat down and put the cup down
"... B-but maybe it's just my memory finally going bad, the brain can only hold so much."
[curly finally understands something a little better. while he had felt some jealousy towards this version of himself for having a family, still being up and walking, not relegated to bed, suddenly he gets it.]
[there is no guarantee of a fresh start of any situation anymore for curly, not even when that would be the definition of what's happening to him.]
[envisioning this man forgetting that he exists, or basic functions like how to hold a fork, or getting stuck in something eventually worse than what's already going on, his chest suddenly feels tight.]
[is it possible to forget enough to become just as vegetative as he is?]
i'm...sure the mundane things would be the first to go. enough that you'd keep what's really important.
lots of people have been visiting me since i woke up.
but there's only so much that can be different with me, really.
i noticed i got a faint sense of smell the other day. smell! it was just metal from me and...and spearmint, coming from jim, but...smell! isn't that amazing? i don't even have my nose anymore.
i've not...
i've not maintained it, sadly. it was just for a few minutes, when my head hurt particularly bad.
but i'm lucky just to be able to see... speak, or even hear.
[truth is, what he did hear was agonizingly muffled. and he was well aware, though it sounded like he was underwater, that he probably didn't sound very intelligible either. and his vision was not the greatest. the other curly, now, was just barely focused on, in a tunnel vision halo.]
and now smelling. i think if i try hard enough i could smell the coffee.
he shook that thought out of his head. looks over to the other curly with a grimace. Smell. God how horrible could the gift of scent be when everyone was smelling like shit and fucking mouthwash. At least it wasn’t total sensory deprivation.
“…that’s good. Here try it out.”
he opened the pouch of coffee and held it out for the other Curly to try to smell it.
[he earnestly tries, and just the slightest hint of it hits him. it's beautiful. it's the best thing he's smelled in his life, by the sheer virtue of it being a return to mundanity.]
”I think I’m starting to forget things… or maybe there’s just too many factors to consider. I’ve been scared a few times when things I thought would happened didn’t work the way it should’ve.”
"I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I am but at what cost would me getting out of this hell even be? What if I get out and the cycle just starts over again but I have no memory of these loops... or I just die in a loop and everything stays dark. My existence finally ends and I'm still aware... what if I soft-lock my loop? I'd be stuck in an infinite loop of death that I couldn't stop..."
his hands shook a bit. He took a deep breath. he sat down and put the cup down
"... B-but maybe it's just my memory finally going bad, the brain can only hold so much."
[curly finally understands something a little better. while he had felt some jealousy towards this version of himself for having a family, still being up and walking, not relegated to bed, suddenly he gets it.]
[there is no guarantee of a fresh start of any situation anymore for curly, not even when that would be the definition of what's happening to him.]
[envisioning this man forgetting that he exists, or basic functions like how to hold a fork, or getting stuck in something eventually worse than what's already going on, his chest suddenly feels tight.]
[is it possible to forget enough to become just as vegetative as he is?]
i'm...sure the mundane things would be the first to go. enough that you'd keep what's really important.
lots of people have been visiting me since i woke up.
but there's only so much that can be different with me, really.
i noticed i got a faint sense of smell the other day. smell! it was just metal from me and...and spearmint, coming from jim, but...smell! isn't that amazing? i don't even have my nose anymore.
i've not...
i've not maintained it, sadly. it was just for a few minutes, when my head hurt particularly bad.
but i'm lucky just to be able to see... speak, or even hear.
[truth is, what he did hear was agonizingly muffled. and he was well aware, though it sounded like he was underwater, that he probably didn't sound very intelligible either. and his vision was not the greatest. the other curly, now, was just barely focused on, in a tunnel vision halo.]
and now smelling. i think if i try hard enough i could smell the coffee.
he shook that thought out of his head. looks over to the other curly with a grimace. Smell. God how horrible could the gift of scent be when everyone was smelling like shit and fucking mouthwash. At least it wasn’t total sensory deprivation.
“…that’s good. Here try it out.”
he opened the pouch of coffee and held it out for the other Curly to try to smell it.
[he earnestly tries, and just the slightest hint of it hits him. it's beautiful. it's the best thing he's smelled in his life, by the sheer virtue of it being a return to mundanity.]
”I think I’m starting to forget things… or maybe there’s just too many factors to consider. I’ve been scared a few times when things I thought would happened didn’t work the way it should’ve.”
"I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I am but at what cost would me getting out of this hell even be? What if I get out and the cycle just starts over again but I have no memory of these loops... or I just die in a loop and everything stays dark. My existence finally ends and I'm still aware... what if I soft-lock my loop? I'd be stuck in an infinite loop of death that I couldn't stop..."
his hands shook a bit. He took a deep breath. he sat down and put the cup down
"... B-but maybe it's just my memory finally going bad, the brain can only hold so much."
[curly finally understands something a little better. while he had felt some jealousy towards this version of himself for having a family, still being up and walking, not relegated to bed, suddenly he gets it.]
[there is no guarantee of a fresh start of any situation anymore for curly, not even when that would be the definition of what's happening to him.]
[envisioning this man forgetting that he exists, or basic functions like how to hold a fork, or getting stuck in something eventually worse than what's already going on, his chest suddenly feels tight.]
[is it possible to forget enough to become just as vegetative as he is?]
i'm...sure the mundane things would be the first to go. enough that you'd keep what's really important.
lots of people have been visiting me since i woke up.
but there's only so much that can be different with me, really.
i noticed i got a faint sense of smell the other day. smell! it was just metal from me and...and spearmint, coming from jim, but...smell! isn't that amazing? i don't even have my nose anymore.
i've not...
i've not maintained it, sadly. it was just for a few minutes, when my head hurt particularly bad.
but i'm lucky just to be able to see... speak, or even hear.
[truth is, what he did hear was agonizingly muffled. and he was well aware, though it sounded like he was underwater, that he probably didn't sound very intelligible either. and his vision was not the greatest. the other curly, now, was just barely focused on, in a tunnel vision halo.]
and now smelling. i think if i try hard enough i could smell the coffee.
he shook that thought out of his head. looks over to the other curly with a grimace. Smell. God how horrible could the gift of scent be when everyone was smelling like shit and fucking mouthwash. At least it wasn’t total sensory deprivation.
“…that’s good. Here try it out.”
he opened the pouch of coffee and held it out for the other Curly to try to smell it.
[he earnestly tries, and just the slightest hint of it hits him. it's beautiful. it's the best thing he's smelled in his life, by the sheer virtue of it being a return to mundanity.]
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”I think I’m starting to forget things… or maybe there’s just too many factors to consider. I’ve been scared a few times when things I thought would happened didn’t work the way it should’ve.”
"I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I am but at what cost would me getting out of this hell even be? What if I get out and the cycle just starts over again but I have no memory of these loops... or I just die in a loop and everything stays dark. My existence finally ends and I'm still aware... what if I soft-lock my loop? I'd be stuck in an infinite loop of death that I couldn't stop..."
his hands shook a bit. He took a deep breath. he sat down and put the cup down
"... B-but maybe it's just my memory finally going bad, the brain can only hold so much."
[curly finally understands something a little better. while he had felt some jealousy towards this version of himself for having a family, still being up and walking, not relegated to bed, suddenly he gets it.]
[there is no guarantee of a fresh start of any situation anymore for curly, not even when that would be the definition of what's happening to him.]
[envisioning this man forgetting that he exists, or basic functions like how to hold a fork, or getting stuck in something eventually worse than what's already going on, his chest suddenly feels tight.]
[is it possible to forget enough to become just as vegetative as he is?]
i'm...sure the mundane things would be the first to go. enough that you'd keep what's really important.
lots of people have been visiting me since i woke up.
but there's only so much that can be different with me, really.
i noticed i got a faint sense of smell the other day. smell! it was just metal from me and...and spearmint, coming from jim, but...smell! isn't that amazing? i don't even have my nose anymore.
i've not...
i've not maintained it, sadly. it was just for a few minutes, when my head hurt particularly bad.
but i'm lucky just to be able to see... speak, or even hear.
[truth is, what he did hear was agonizingly muffled. and he was well aware, though it sounded like he was underwater, that he probably didn't sound very intelligible either. and his vision was not the greatest. the other curly, now, was just barely focused on, in a tunnel vision halo.]
and now smelling. i think if i try hard enough i could smell the coffee.
he shook that thought out of his head. looks over to the other curly with a grimace. Smell. God how horrible could the gift of scent be when everyone was smelling like shit and fucking mouthwash. At least it wasn’t total sensory deprivation.
“…that’s good. Here try it out.”
he opened the pouch of coffee and held it out for the other Curly to try to smell it.
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