Just have to put it out there...I am so glad I love Heathen Chemistry. Feel sorry those who hate it. Poor lost souls.

Unrequited Roceit, endgame logince, and endgame dukeceit idea where Roman and Janus are a double dancing and singing act (think like the musical Chicago) and are in a relationship as well. Roman is just happy to have a career with the love of his life, while Janus is MUCH more interested in fame and money- with or without Roman.

Janus: The press LOVES us! My act is wonderful and the producers can’t ignore it for long.

Roman: You mean OUR act?

Janus: Right. OUR act.

Roman soon meets Logan, a Broadway director who offers them an audition for a play. Musicals and Theater isn’t usually what they do, but they need the money. During the audition-

Logan: *clapping* That was amazing!

Roman: *breathless* You really think so?

Logan: You are going to go far in the world with that kind of talent, Roman. We’ll see you at the first rehearsal.

Janus: Wait- what about me?

Logan: Janus... you were amazing. You have so much talent, and it really pains me to say it’s not what we’re looking for. I’m sure there are lots of other directors who-

Roman is PAINFULLY oblivious to the fact Janus doesn’t care about him, so he stands up for his ‘boyfriend’.

Roman: What? You can’t reject him! Logan, I’ve been by Janus’s side in our career for decades. Either you take both of us or neither.

Logan: I... I suppose we can find a role for Janus.

Roman and Janus travel from Atlanta to New York, where their career is supposed to start.

Logan can tell Janus doesn’t care about Roman, and is heartbroken that Roman would stand up for the snake so easily. But he’s not supposed to get involved with the personal affairs of actors, so he tries not to think about it too much. 

He has a hard time with that since during rehearsal, Roman won’t stop being so fucking adorable all the time.

Logan: Hold on, Roman, could you-

Roman: Okay okay so I know what you’re going to say but I DIDN’T MEAN TO RAISE THAT LAST NOTE, It just felt really right and I can totally stop, but I actually had a little riff on the end there I wanted to do if I could and I know it’s really confusing and I’m rambling but please?

Logan: ...I was going to say move a bit to the left, but go ahead.

Janus is VERY AWARE that Logan and Roman have chemistry, and normally he wouldn’t care since he doesn’t actually love Roman but this time, his ticket to fame and glory is riding on the fact that Roman stays with him, so he tries to intercept their relationship.

...at the very same time that Remus, (who is Logan’s brother in this AU and i’m so sorry to intrulogical shippers) wants Roman and Logan to get together. He has been waiting for Logan to find love for so long and he is NOT about to let some snake boi take away his brother’s happiness.

So, Janus and Remus have a huge, unspoken battle over getting Roman and Logan together OR keeping them apart. Remus sets them up to be alone together, Janus sabotages it or gets there at the exact time and drives Roman away. 

Janus: What is your PROBLEM?

Remus: What is MY deal? Uh, bitch, what is YOUR deal? 

Janus: My financial and social future depends on Roman and Logan staying apart. I need Roman to get me to fame. YOU need to stay out of it.

Remus: Logan is my brother who up until this point was lonely as fuck. I’m not letting you break his only chance at happiness. You don’t even LOVE Roman!

Janus: Can you not talk so loud? Someone is going to hear us.

Remus: Maybe I WANT THEM TO!

Janus: *puts a hand over Remus’s mouth* Keep quiet, rat.

Remus: *licks it*

Janus: EW!! EW EW EW- WHAT THE FUCK, REMUS?

Remus: *cackling*

Roman hears.

That’s really all you need to know- He was right outside when Remus and Janus had that conversation. He stormed back to his room of the hotel and waited for Janus to come back, where they broke up and Janus took his things and left.

This is where things get interesting...

Remus: *knocks on janus’s hotel room door* Uh... snake?

Janus: *muffled grumbling* *opens the door* Yes?

Remus: *trying to smother his worried feelings* Hey snake bitch! I noticed you haven’t tried to... sabatoge any of my plans lately.

Janus: Y e s.

Remus: ...and I was just wondering why? I-I mean I just feel like you’re planning something. What are you planning? 

Janus: ...your futile attempts at being aggressive amuse me. I’ll tell you.

Janus has been feeling strange lately. He tells Remus how he and Roman go together- They had been best friends in highschool, and Janus actually did like Roman once. They used to be an inseparable couple, it was only when Janus realized Roman had talent that could bring him glory, did he begin to stop caring. Now that they’ve broken up, it’s hard to say whether Janus MISSES Roman- because he doesn’t, not really, it’s not about Roman as a person. He missed the feeling of being cared for by someone, being held like fame and money didn’t matter, those little moments Janus missed so achingly much because he thought he would ALWAYS have them- and now he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Remus: ...why did you tell me all that?

Janus: My life feels pretty shitty at the moment and I don’t see how spilling my guts to someone who’s already familiar with my less than pretty personality could bring me any lower.

Remus isn’t quite sure what to do with this information, he’s spent his entire time going up against Janus and hating him. Now he doesn’t see what he knew as Janus, he sees a confused and self-depreciating person- and he feels bad. But he knows he SHOULDN’T, he shouldn’t feel bad because Janus is the bad guy, Janus is the villain in the story-

But he isn’t anymore. This is what the villain looks like AFTER the fairytale, after the hero beats them- confused, lonely, and... crying?

oH my god, Janus is crying, do something, help him, holy fuck, nOoooOOO-

Meanwhile, Logan comforts Roman. 

Logan: ...I should have done something. I KNEW that snake was bad news. Now he-

Roman: I’m quitting.

Logan: I- what?

Roman: I’m quitting- Janus still has his role in the play, I don’t want to spend another second looking at him. He can have his fame and his money, I don’t care about revenge, I just wanna go home.

Logan: But- Roman, no- You have so much talent! You could show him up, get famous, spread your story in the papers and never have to deal with anything like that again-

Roman: I’m sorry, Logan- I’m not mad at him. I couldn’t care less about what happens to him- I’m going home.

Logan: Back to Atlanta??

Roman: Yeah... *sniffle* Atlanta. Or maybe Marietta, or somewhere in that area. Northern Georgia, basically- I don’t know how I can go back to Atlanta right now, not with all the memories and stuff.

Logan: But... Roman... what about me?

Roman: Huh?

Logan: I-I mean, what about everyone else? Virgil, Patton, and Remus- you’re just going to leave all of us behind? (he laughs, almost hysterically) how- how am I gonna find anyone on the face of the earth who can fit your role?

Roman: Oh, come on Lo. I’m sure anybody can fit my role in the play, it’s a simple character and-

Logan: N-Not that, Roman- Your role in our lives? How am I- How am I going to find anyone I love like I love you?

Cue crying confession, adorableness, all that Jazz. Logince pining FINALLY comes to a close- And the rest of the fic would focus more on the Dukeceit aspect.

Remus, at some point, comes to the glaring realization that he ENJOYED bickering and fighting with Janus. He almost stops BREATHING when he finds that, in fact, he likes JANUS. 

Like, Like-likes janus. (No, the L-word isn’t available yet sorry lmao)

Janus figures out pretty quickly that he likes Remus but he just came out of an awful relationship in which HE was the manipulative one, and he really isn’t in the mood to focus on romance right now. Partly for fear that he’ll hurt Remus like he hurt Roman, and partly because nOT EVERYTHING HAS TO REVOLVE AROUND ROMANCE, HE STILL HAS BILLS TO PAY AND JOBS TO WORK, YOU HEATHENS-

Anyway, we have a couple of chapters dedicates to healing the tear in Roman and Janus’s platonic relationship. Janus works hard to try and show Roman he can be trusted as just a friend. (When I say works hard I mean WORKS HARD. I mean, remember what he did? It’s gonna take some work to sift through this.) Eventually, Roman and Logan (newly dating) have a little talk about Janus’s attempts.

Logan: I just- I get that he’s trying to heal it, but... I don’t know. I think I’m just being protective because you two dated once and I thought, if you fell for him once... you might again. And then, he might hurt you again, or even WORSE, he won’t hurt you at all and I’ll have lost you to him permanently.

Roman: ...guess what?

Logan: What?

Roman: When I look at him, I feel nothing!!! :D

Logan: ...nothing?

Roman: *grinning* Nothing at all! Now that I look at him, he’s not even cute!

Logan and Roman continue to burst into laughter.

One day, this happens:

Roman and Remus: *being lovable chaotic idiots*

Logan: *sighs* Why do we love them?

Janus: No clue.

Logan: *eyebrow raise*

Janus: waIT WAIT Okay look I didn’t mean Roman, okay, I- I meant Remus, and- Wait no I- UGH! *slams head on table*

Logan: *smirks* You like my brother. I knew it.

Janus: I’m so sorry I keep falling for people you know.

A couple chapters dedicated to having funny group bonding time, until this happens-

Janus: *acting on stage* If only someone were to look at me with the eyes that Jeremiah does with Her, I might finally be complete and live on to learn to love. My heart-

Remus: *from the audience* I will!

Janus: *pauses and turns to look out* What?

Remus *waving frantically* I’ll look at you with eyes! I’m not sure how else I would look at you, so I’ll do the eyes!

Janus: ...What?

Remus: *groans* JUST DATE ME ALREADY!

Janus: *taken aback* Uh. Okay.

Remus: Wait, seriously?

Janus: Darling, just shut up, I’m doing a scene here...

Remus: :D

And they all lived. Happily ever after? Who knows. But they lived, and that was enough for them.

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How would you describe the MUN of this blog? || @yetremains​ || accepting

I love me traumatized and exhausted Asian warriors to my heathen, angst-addicted heart. You know me, as I will always say this, as you have been the one of those mutuals who I instantaneously clicked to develop such deep, solemn chemistry and development from the start. I love Yang so much, for she too, feels so much tangible and real. She shares a lot of facets Hanzo/Scorpion has, and yet, come across as an extraordinary, unique individual who continues to do good in the world, despite it giving them torrential flood of despair and suffering. Regardless of who I write with (modern Commander Hasashi, MK2021 Scorpion, or Grandmaster Hasashi), I absolutely love how they are interconnected to one another, and even insinuate reincarnation and red string of fate trope which I absolutely LOVE. You are such an awesome writer yourself, but not only that, a remarkable human being who have endured and survived. Thank you so much for your kind words, and I continue to look forward to not only Hanzo/Scorpion & Yang’s development, but our blossoming friendship. Just know that I appreciate you so much <3 

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ABOUT THE MUSE

Name: Senju Tobirama

Height: 182 cm (6″ for you heathens oversea)

Favourite food: fish (the only real way he can be bribed is with good sushi)

Smartass. Like you wouldn’t believe. (He appreciates it in his friends, too, but cannot tolerate it in his subordinates, for he sees it as lack of respect)

Sexual orientation: Gay (but good luck with that)

He has a summoning pact with snow leopards (ok, it’s a headcanon, but you can pry it from my cold dead fingers)

Hopelessly addicted to caffeine (Sleep is for the weak anyways)

Kind of a perfectionist: you either do things well, or you don’t do them. (And by ‘well’ he means ‘his standards’. He will NOT stop until a task is done.)

Helpful timeline by @senjutsunade​ , @minaa-munch and  @konohagakurekakashi

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ABOUT ROLEPLAYING

I’m mutuals only, as I don’t want to clutter my dash, but I’m always open to making new friends! (IMs are open to anyone, feel free to introduce yourself!) → Anyone can send ooc memes such as “questions about the muse/mun”, but only mutuals can send actual rp starters. → Don’t tag me in a starter without being mutuals and having plotted it with me, please.

I admit I don’t quite get the ‘no likes no reblog no personal blog’ policy some people have. I’m an attention whore: please like everything I post, reblog all my headcanons and answers if you want to have it on your blog. Follow me with 13 different accounts, inflate my ego. Just don’t reblog actual RP threads, as my partners might not approve.

I’m picky with OCs, I admit it. Do your best to prove me wrong. Please contact me in IM before sending me starters.

Same for multimuse blogs: I often don’t follow because I’m mostly on mobile and 90% of the times I can’t get a clear idea of your muse(s). If you want to rp, come tell me about your muse(s) in IM!

I prefer 4-5 paragraph and won’t easily do one-liners. I’m too wordy for that.

I’m chat-friendly, feel free to ask for my Discord. Tumblr IM sucks.

I don’t have triggers.

I do death and gore and smut. I’m a creepy little cookie. I’ll tag those with “blood tw” “gore tw” and such. NSFW will be tagged “nsfw”.

If you reblog a meme from me, please ask me one? Pretty plis?

No godmodding.

Shipping: I’m a multiship blog. I love shipping, I think romance adds interesting nuances to a relationship between two people. However, we need to develop chemistry between our muses first :3

This applies to all ask meme of the romance of smutty kind. If I don’t know your muse well and there’s no chemistry, I will be at loss as to how to answer.

I made my icons (yes, I screenshotted 20+ episodes x_x). This is the template I used.

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ABOUT THE MUN

I live in the time zone of Central Europe, GMT+1. Americans, keep this in mind.

I’m of legal age (28).

You can call me Holly :3 (she/her)

Like everyone, I have a life outside the internet: I have a job, a lot of friends and I’m trying to date (and failing, but who’s counting). I will prioritize real life over Tumblr, as I’ve gone down that rabbit hole in the past and it didn’t go well.

I’m the proud companion to a Bernese Mountain dog, who is without doubt the fluffiest and cutest dog in the world.

I have the memory of a goldfish (I have ADHD. It’s STAGGERING how many of us there are in the RP world LOL). It has sadly happened that a reply slipped my notice and I completely forgot about that thread. Please don’t be afraid of coming to my inbox knocking if I don’t answer for 2  weeks.

I have a penchant for feels and angst. You’ve been warned.

I have a main blog, REDHOTHOLLYBERRIES. That’s also where all my fanart comes from, if you’re interested.

Shiraz Seduction | Far Cry 5 | Leah Rook

Summary: Leah Rook shares a tempting evening with someone special and realizes maybe sometimes mothers do know best, even if their daughters will never admit it.

a/n: This is part of a series of fics that introduce Leah Rook and establish her history and place in Hope County prior to the Collapse. As well as an unexpected romantic entanglement that she finds herself caught up in. Thank you to @amistrio and @chyrstis for betaing this piece for me. I really appreciate it more than I can say. Your comments really helped me hone this piece.

Link to full story on AO3

Shiraz Seduction

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The smell of pizza flooded the cab of Leah Rook’s truck. The stark backwoods darkness of the country pressing in from all sides intensified the fragrance. She never could pinpoint exactly what made pizza smell so damn mouthwatering. It had to be the combination of all the scents—pepperoni, Italian sausage, onions, peppers, mushrooms, and the sauce and spices. Honestly, the culprit did not matter. After a long day of physical training, the end was finally in sight; the three-hour drive home from Helena was almost over. Leah was exhausted and starving, her stomach screaming in protest thanks to that humid, enticing aroma

When she reached her driveway, it was all she could do not to rip open the box and just devour a slice. Thankfully, a surprising sight distracted her from her growling stomach. John Seed. He sat perched on her porch at the top of her front steps with a bottle of wine and a bunch of wildflowers sitting beside him. In her headlights, he looked up, raised his arm to shield his eyes, and smiled. It warmed her to her marrow, and totally pulled her thoughts away from the piping hot pizza beside her.

Dropping her standard out of gear and setting the break, she hopped out of her truck. Leah rushed across the yard in his direction surprised that he met her halfway. He scooped her up into a tight and welcoming hug. Leah sighed, relieved. She’d missed him. He buried his face in her hair and she held onto him like he might suddenly evaporate into the misty evening air if she let go too soon.

“Hope you weren’t waiting long,” she mumbled into the hollow curve of his neck.

He hummed. “No, I was still at least eight and a half minutes from sending out a search party.”

“Eight and a half, huh? That’s oddly specific.” Leah pulled away enough to see his face.

“A lack of precision can be dangerous.” The wind grin he wore sparked her own.

“Yeah,” she said, drawing the word out. She tightened the embrace once more, just to steal a bit more closeness.

“I don’t see pizza,” he said.

“In the front seat,” she replied, dangling from his neck. He felt too good in her arms to let go yet.

He chuckled against her skin and squeezed her a little tighter. “You get the door. I’ll get the pie.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and bent to let her feet touch the ground again. He released her far too soon for her liking and slipped passed her.

“’Kay.” Reluctance tainted her reply. With barely a backwards glance, she moved toward the house. She bent to grab the bottle of wine and flowers from the steps, cradling them in the crook of one arm as she held her keys in the remaining light to find the right one. “Red wine, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I thought that was just something people did in movies and TV shows to be pretentious,” she said over her shoulder.

John’s laughter rumbled warm and full, like a roll of thunder, as he came up behind her. His boots scuffed the wood of the porch; his hand landed on the small of her back. “There’s more to it than that.”

“Really?” she worked the key in the lock and finally got it to open. Her hand turned the knob and pushed the door open, holding it for him. She flicked the light switch and bathed the easeful living room in a soft glow. “Welcome,” she told him with a polite shallow curtsy.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, letting his bright blue eyes take in the interior.

“What do you think?”

“Cozy,” he told her with a smile, letting her close the door.

“I think so. Have a seat. I’ll open this and be right back.” She crossed the room in long strides, and disappeared into the kitchen, which lit up behind her. “Make yourself at home,” she called a little more loudly as she opened a drawer, then shut it almost immediately.

“Where are you?” she whispered, pulling open another drawer as she set the bottle on the counter. The third time proved to be the charm. “Ah, ha.”

“Here,” he offered.

The sound of his voice startled her, and she dropped the red enameled corkscrew on the floor. A nervous laugh escaped her lips and she bent to retrieve it. John had moved at the same time and got to it first. She laughed again, straightening. He held the corkscrew out to her.

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I told you to make yourself at home.” She grabbed the device and poised it on the top of the bottle.

“I am.” He moved closer to her, resting one hand on the counter. The other found its way onto the curve of her back.

Leah’s tongue pressed over her lips as she tensed slightly. Her hands were on the verge of shaking and she wanted nothing more than to lean back against him. Somehow, she managed to hold back on that urge.

He’d told her that he was trying to live right, struggling with some demons. She’d dated enough Bible-thumping Christian boys to be able to read between the lines. So, she tried to reign in the most heathen and reprobate notions that tended to pop into her mind when John Seed was around.

“Where are your wine glasses?” he whispered, the words brushing against her ear sending shivers down her spine. Decidedly sinful shivers.

Damn him, sometimes he made it more difficult than necessary. Her mind stalled a moment before she managed to recover some of her God-given sense. “Above the sink,” she said, her face turning toward him.

John placed a soft kiss onto her cheek. In the next breath, he was gone. Suddenly, it was like air had flooded back into the room; and Leah inhaled deeply as quietly as she could in search of calm and reason.

The sink screeched for a second as the water started. When Leah worked the cork the rest of the way out of the bottle, it popped loudly. John rinsed both glasses, then dried them out with a towel lying beside the sink. Leah grabbed two plates out of the cabinet and tore a few paper towels off the roll to use in place of napkins.

John followed her out of the kitchen, flicking the light switch when they walked through the archway. Leah knelt on the floor next to the coffee table and set everything out. He placed the glasses, then turned toward the set of shelves that held her TV and DVD player. With a click, he pulled the disk out of the container and slipped it into the machine. She relocated some of the pillows from the sofa and propped them up against it as she curled her legs under her trying to find a comfy spot.

“So, explain it to me,” she said, pouring the wine into the glasses.

“What?” He studied her remote and got the TV on and the movie started. Then glanced her way. “Ah. Well,” he sat beside her on the floor, folding up his long legs.

Leah couldn’t help but smile at him, when she handed him a glass.

“It’s about balancing and brightening the competing flavors.” He sipped a mouthful of the full-bodied red wine, then set it on the table. He stretched forward and grabbed a slice. “Here,” he said, holding it for her. “Take a bite.”

He watched her so closely when she did that, she could feel the burn of embarrassment brightening her cheeks. She covered her mouth as she chewed, holding her hand high enough that it might just mask some of the blush.

“Good?” he asked. She nodded and grinned. He reached past her and grabbed her glass. “Now, take a sip and let it coat your tongue. Then try another bite.”

She lifted the glass to her lips, a bit timorous, a little nervous despite everything. Doing as he suggested, she let the hefty wine wash over her tongue and paint her mouth. John held the slice, curved just right to keep it from flopping over and spilling all the toppings into either of their laps or onto the floor. Her eyes couldn’t leave his when she leaned forward to steal another taste.

Her eyes widened, her hand covering her mouth again. “Oh my God,” she crowed around her bite. “How on Earth?”

John chuckled and laid the piece on the plate in front of her. “It’s chemistry,” he told her. “The fatty meats can make your mouth feel slick and the tannins in the wine will dry out your mouth, so they cancel one another out. It allows the flavors to bloom more completely. The acidity of the vegetables brighten up alongside that dryness. It just really brings out and turns up all those flavors.”

“Guess it’s not all pretentiousness.”

“Not all of it,” he chided. His fingers touched her hair and moved it over her shoulder. In the next moment, like he had to force his attention away from her, he looked over toward the television then reached for the remote again to hit the play button and turn the volume back up.

“I’ll get the lights,” Leah said. She took another drink then stood to flip the switch and cast them into relative, but considerable darkness.

This was far easier than seeing his face, falling into that captivating gaze of his. It wouldn’t be quite as much of a struggle to keep her distance this way, though more than once her hand found his or brushed against his thigh. And his fingers grazing her shoulder sent shivers rushing beneath her skin. Almost every time she leaned against the sofa; she found his arm draped there. Without fail, it almost always pulled her against him.

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Boops url here, shhh I'm not late-

i made the meme up. you don’t tell me what you always wanted to say “bEfOrE 2020 eNdS”, I do. send your url.

     IF IT AIN’T MY LOCAL & FELLOW HEATHEN WHO I WOULD DIE ON A HILL FOR,,,.. ITS JESS.... also fellow artist, who screams with me over tablets kfsjah listen, if MEMORY SERVES ME CORRECTLY, WE HAVE MET ONCE UPON A TIME PRIOR TO DIAVOLO...... which is a long time, but even so - IF IM REMEMBERING RIGHT, in the “BRIEF” time we’ve spent reuniting - I have just met you and I love you.  no but, in these recent months we’ve been messing around kjfhsa and I realized how we wasted no time getting comfortable and started making angst and ships, hitting the ground running- if u will...   AND YKNOW for a while we did get some distance but look- I COULDNT BE MORE HAPPIER WITH YOU COMING AROUND A LITTLE MORE TO DISCUSS SHIPS/CHEMISTRY AND JUST WHATEVER WE FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT.  I don’t know what it is with me and being super surprised when people come around to talk to me now but you’re someone I always get all excited with seeing you bc I never know what to expect with you, if it’s gonna be plot or if you’re just coming to talk about your day/smth you’re doing in the moment. IDK I JUST REALLY LIKE HAVING YOUR COMPANY, it’s like - all cards on the table, we’re discussing everything weeps and what’s more is you’re patient/understanding with my disappearances fjsa I’ve learned to appreciate that a little more and that quality never goes unappreciated, you don’t even know  I immediately realized how enthusiastic you get in conversations and it’s one of the most precious things to witness,,, your energy makes my energy go up AND HOPEFULLY ITS THE SAME FOR YOU BC WE’RE JUST ALWAYS SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER WITH PLOTS AND ART AND HCS AND :EYES:, it’s so amusing to watch you get amped up with your muses ESPECIALLY now that Saleos is in the picture. I already adored Simeon anD THEN YOU DO THIS, YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER CHILD TO ADORE.  there’s so many ideas we came up with within the span of hours, let’s be real. and I’m so eager to write them out with you. and now people must bear witness to these plots bc idk about you but im pRETTY PROUD OF THEM? WE HAVENT EVEN STARTED ON THE GOOD PART AND IM ALREADY JUST “LETS WRITE IT” KSJFHA

I’m excited for what more we can do together. the brief distance we had around last year was enough for me to not want to let it happen again, granted we were/still are busy but now that I know I can bUG u .... and I also have the ability to now that I have ur discord aksjfha I’m determined to keep it going, so long as you don’t mind hearing me babble about the day and/or throwing random aesthetic/art posts pertaining to our muses with the inevitable hc attached to them. lately there’s been a lot of people that I’ve been running into again, old friends, you being one of them - and I just wanted to say that it’s so nostalgic?  warm?  to have people like you come back into my life. you’re always just vibing on the dash, whenever you decide to pop up and I used to hold myself back from bugging u but now I’m taking like -- every chance I get bc first, muses are a+ and Diavolo is watching like 2 of them kfsja secondly, it’s been long overdue. just interacting, in general. there’s so much that I wanna do with you still, Jess. not even just writing tbh just spending more time together since it’s - A SIGN, TO ME, WITH U BEING AROUND AGAIN. and I don’t plan on missing out on you again. ESPECIALLY WITH ART, LIKE I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT US DOING SHIT TOGETHER. IDK HOW BUT WE WILL FIND A WAY.

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 3

Time for more Brotherhood! When we last left off, we got the backstory on the Elric Brothers, and they were off to investigate rumors of ‘miracles’ by a priest that I don’t think is quite on the up and up, given all the oh-so-subtle “THIS IS A BAD GUY” clues in the last post-credits. But hey, I’ve been wrong before. Let’s get started!

Hmm. Same “Alchemy 101” intro from last episode, should I count the mention of “Equivalent Exchange” here if this shows up each time? I’m happy just spotting it in normal dialogue, but I’ll leave it up to you guys if I should include this mention. Urgh, seeing smiling Mama Elric is still a kick in the gut. Still don’t know some of the characters here, but looking forward to meeting them. Maybe not the Goths so much. We’re at the town! And there’s a [Radio Voice]? Is this the (corrupt) priest? Who… huh, he’s preaching about the “Sun God Leto”. This the primary religion in this setting, or just one guy who’s all “Praise the Sun!” NPC Shopkeeper is asking if the Elrics are street performers in their getups. Gotta admit, Al’s pulling off an impressive loom here, leaning on the counter. “Street performer” wouldn’t be my first guess looking at the giant fanged suit of armor. Ed in his red cloak, however… yeah, gotta side with NPC Shopkeeper here. And really Ed, what did you expect? Why would he ask if you were a carny unless he thought you might be? Oops! Watch your head, Al! Don’t break the poor guy’s radio! Well, that’s smashed. But nothing a little Alchemy can’t fix, right? [Energetic Strings] as Al preps the TC, and a crowd of curious villagers are looking on. And tada, good as new! Smug Ed is proud of- “Amazing, it’s a miracle! You’ve been touched by the Sun God, just like Father Cornello!” No no, it’s alchemy! But to their credit, the villagers come around quickly at the mention of the Elric Brothers, are pleased to meet… *sigh*. Saw that coming a mile away. Wavy-armed Al has to correct his well-meaning friends, point out the “little guy”. Who does not appreciate the running gag. Episode 03: “City of Heresy” So now that that little misunderstanding is out of the way, Ed asks the now-terrified villagers about the voice on the radio. Shopkeep and [Man 1] talk about their leader Father Cornello, who came into town with some pretty big claims, up to bringing the dead back to life. Ed says that’s something he needs to see. And here’s the priest, smiling to a huge crowd of cheering villagers as glowing roses rain from the sky. On of his miracles? And the crowd goes nuts as he catches one of them, and then a bright red glow later it’s a large crystal? Not sure what he just did, but something about that shade of red… just didn’t seem that wholesome to me. Again, trying to reserve judgement, but not getting the best impression of you right now, Father. The Brothers are watching the show, Al says that there’s no doubt it’s alchemy. But somehow he’s ignoring the Law of Equivalent Exchange? EEC: 4 Oh, I see! Normal rules would be that you can’t add mass or change organic matter into inorganic, but here he is catching a rosebud and making a great big crystal statue. And you can’t do that, unless… But that ring on his finger can’t really be a Philosopher’s Stone, could it? That’s like the end-all of this magic system. I could buy one showing up earlyish in this series, but the third episode? Let alone as a tool of a minor villain. Heck, either the Goths or the Government should have already swooped in and taken this, no sane power-block would let such an artifact remain out of their control for long. Anyways, inside the chapel a lady with striking red highlights is praying for “him” to be brought back, when Ed and Al show up. Lady, who captions have named Rose, asks if they are interested in Letoism. So she works for Cornello? Or just a religious villager? But nah, Ed says he’s not really the “religious” type. Given we’ve seen him encounter a demon who claimed to be God, I can understand his position. Rose is sorry to hear that, saying that to know God is to know hope, that through divine grace all things are possible. I’d rather not have religion get pulled into this Watch, but I can- “If you believed… I’m sure Leto would bless you and make you grow taller!” ...wow, ok then. I’m just gonna put away my heartfelt religion discussion, and just sit back and laugh at Al holding Ed back. Come on dude, she’s so sincere she’s got “Sincere” above her head! Don’t hate the messenger! Anyways, back to the topic at hand. How’s about this “bringing the dead back to life” business, does Rose believe in that as well? She does, and in the face of so much optimism Ed just pulls out a ratty notebook and starts reciting… chemical compositions… oh dear. Yeah, Rose has no idea what all this chemistry is about. Ed hunches over, talking about how the chemical composition of the human body has been calculated down to the last microgram, but still no successful human transmutations. And here Rose is saying that they can do with prayer something that modern science can’t do? Rose starts reciting scripture… and Ed holds no punches, explaining any kid could buy those ingredients down at the market for pocket change. “As it turns out humans are pretty cheap.” Hoo boy. This is turning into a proper religion v. science slugfest, isn’t it? And I really, REALLY don’t want to open up that particular can of worms on the Internet, but… Ed’s saying that Alchemists are scientists, they don’t believe in unprovable concepts like creators or gods. And heck, with the progress of science they’ve gotten the power to play gods themselves… Rose takes offense to this sheer arrogance. And Ed… brings up the myth of Icarus? Oooh, topical, isn’t it. About how someone flew too close to the sun and came crashing back down to earth. Al… Ed jumps up and asks if Father Cornello could save an arrogant scientist like him, which Rose jumps upon. *Sigh* Rose isn’t going to have a good time this episode, is she? Higher in the chapel, someone named Cray is talking to Father Cornello, saying a child and a man in a suit of armor wish to see him. Cornello is scowling out the window, says he can’t be bothered right now and to send them away. What’s the trouble, Father? But then he recognizes the Elric name, and- Oooh! Bad Father, you just swore in church! Both men are upset at realizing that the Fullmetal Alchemist (“The man in the armor?” “Dressing the part, it would seem.” Ha!) has come calling? Oh wow you guys are definitely bad, scowling and muttering about your “plans” to ominous string music. It seems Cray is leading the Elrics now, saying that they’re in luck, he can spare a moment of his time. Ed says they won’t take too much, and Cray- gun! Brother Cray has pulled a gun… and is pointing it at Al, while two guys in robes with staves block Ed. Yeah, not too worried about this, although Rose is. Cray claims that they are evil heathens come to discredit the Father, to which Ed agrees to make it quick and instantly takes down the Robes. And Armor Punch to the unfortunate Cray’s face! Father Cornello emerges from the shadows, welcoming them to the hope of their ‘sacred order’ and “apologizing for his disciples’ behavior”. Ed doesn’t buy it for a second, demanding to know how Cornello has been using Alchemy to deceive the villagers. Cornello claims that it’s the work of Leto, creating a statue in his hands as proof of something Alchemy couldn’t do. And Ed agrees, saying he didn’t get how he could just ignore the Law of Equivalent Exchange. EEC: 5 Poor Rose, looking back and forth between the increasingly irate Father Cornello and the angry Edward, who calls out Cornello’s ring as a Philosopher’s Stone. Cornello keeps claiming to be “God’s humble servant”, so Ed says he’ll just have to beat the Truth out of him. Cornello… what. Dude. Dude, NO. That is messed up. Cornello just told Rose to pick up the fallen gun. And then shoot the Fullmetal Alchemist. Thankfully Rose is shocked at that order, says she can’t do that. But Cornello says that his word is that of Leto himself, and finally opens one eye to look down on them. “Shoot him, Rose. It’s God’s will.” Bad Father, very very bad Father! Rose? Rose, honey, please put down the gun. Aw crud, and now Cornello’s bringing up the loss of her fiance, reminding her of a promise; if she had faith, he’d bring him back to life. And with that, she’s pointed the gun at… Al. Ok, that’s ok, we can work with aw damnit Al shut up! You’re the suit of armor, take the name for just a few minutes! And oh my god Ed just shut up shut up stop getting pissed that people keep mistaking your brother for you. “Person about to shoot the Fullmetal Alchemist” is not the time to insist that you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist! And aw crud, Cornello’s shocked that it’s “the short one”. You dun goofed. Ok, back to the gun. Rose is apologizing, saying she has no choice. Ed tries to convince her that Cornello’s been lying, but she’s still believing in the Father’s “miracles”. So Ed tells her to shoot, and- Al! Rose fired blindly and hit Al’s helmet! On the one hand, impressive shot if it had been intentional. On the other hand, what the hell Rose?! Rose rightfully drops the gun in shock and starts screaming, Cornello smugly says that “God Leto is pleased”. And then tells her to pick the gun back up and shoot the other as well. And then the headless suit of armor sits back up and chides Cornello for making her do enough already! Ha! Take that, fake priest! [Exciting Music] starts up as Cornello blathers about Al being an abomination, how the ‘evil’ must be purged… and pulls a switch? Gah, manticore! Manticores are a thing in this setting! Cornello says his chimera should be up to the task. Or not a manticore? In the light it looks like the front half of a lion, and the back half of a rat. Edward calmly summons a spear, further shocking Cornello at the lack of a TC. But… ooh, the chimera just sliced right through the weapon. Seems the claws are sharp enough to “tear through iron”. Maybe Al should step back? Ah, nevermind. Ed’s pants may have been shredded, but the chimera’s claws didn’t do jack against his steel automail leg. And a bite attack likewise failed against his automail arm. And the pieces finally click into place for Cornello… wait, hold on. This seems really familiar for some reason… didn’t we just go through all this two episodes ago? Yeah, we did! This is almost word for word from Ep 1! Failed attack against an automail limb, Al getting his head knocked off, bad guy smugly accusing them of breaking the “No Human Transmutation” rule… you guys were saying this was the first proper episode in the manga, right? How Brotherhood’s first episode was mostly to show off the characters, and they put all the backstory into the second? Not saying this is bad or anything, just figured I should mention it. Poor, poor Rose. You’ve had a rough day, haven’t you? And good grief Cornello shut up, stop blathering about their attempting human transmutation. I don’t know exactly why you’re evil, beyond your earlier attempts to kill these boys for getting too close to your “plans”, but you are not helping your case right now. Yup, there it is, you just insulted their arrogance for trying to bring someone dead back to life. Remind me, what was your promise to Rose? Al plaintively asks for Cornello to hand over the stone before he gets hurt. It goes over about as well as you could expect, Transmuting his cane into a good grief is that a minigun? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you are a terrible priest! Ed blocks the shots with Earthbending, boasting about he and God don’t get along very well, as Al swoops up Rose and gets her out of the line of fire. Or not really, because Cornello takes aim at them and starts blasting away, Rose only protected by Al’s bulk. And Ed… ha! Ignores the door and Transmutes a new one to get past the hapless disciples, and the brothers prance off down the hallway as gun-toting Father Cornello runs out and orders them to chase. Brothers are running along, but a couple of disciples have blocked off the end of the hallway, saying that’s far enough. Ed just laughs and goes full Alex Mercer on them. Disciple Group #2 are waiting in the wings… and their boss gets a Armor Boot to the face. Next! Now they’re… up in the clocktower? Al’s doing something to the bell, talking to Rose who is understandably upset. Al says that they aren’t evil. They just wanted to see their mom’s smile again. And guh guh don’t show that Thing again get it away, we already know it failed don’t show us again. Al goes on to talk about how Alchemy’s based on the Law of Equivalent Exchange- EEC: 6 -and how the price of their failed attempt was enormous, costing Ed his left leg and Al his entire body. And then Ed gave up his arm to bind Al to the armor. Now they’re on a mission, Al to restore Ed to his original body, and Ed to do likewise to Al. It won’t be easy, but it’s the path they chose. All they can do is keep moving. And here’s the sticking point, Cornello’s “promise” to Rose. And true to her optimism, she still has hope, going so far as to say that even if the Elrics failed, that doesn’t mean he will. Poor, poor Rose. Back inside, Cornello runs past a room… and then looks back in, finding Ed sitting on a desk. Cornello’s office? Ed seems confident, is he planning something? Wait, what? “Tell me what I need to know and I’ll be on my way... “ Cornello. Cornello, buddy, tell me you aren’t going to fall for that… oh my Sun God, really? You can’t seriously believe after all you’ve done that Ed will just walk away after a few questions. He’s obviously stalling for whatever Al was doing. *Sigh* Fine, whatever. What’s your deal, Cornello? Why waste time with these phony ‘miracles’ when you can ignore Equivalent Exchange? Oh? So you’re attracting disciples with your ‘miracles’, building an army of fanatics? As unimpressed as Ed is, it’s not actually the worst plan. Why do everything yourself when you can convince some schmucks to do it for you? I mean, they won’t last a second against the State Alchemists, but whatever. Although it’s still not answering the question of “why”. Why do you need an army? Why do you want to use the Philosopher’s Stone to “tear the country apart”? Heck, ignoring your stupid offering of a ‘slice’ of the country to Ed (do you really think he’d go for that?), I still want to know how you got a Philosopher’s Stone, and why someone smarter hasn’t beaten you up for it already. Alright, whatever. [evil laughter], glowing white eyes, cast in shadow. Are you done monologuing? Because it’s probably time for Al to come busting down the door or whatever. “Wait, what are you laughing about?” You, dude. You are just cartoonishly evil. You got nothing on Mr. Freeze. See, Ed’s even calling you a novice! Evil Overlord List, Cornello. Read it. Wait, what? “On”? No. YES. YES. On Switch + Microphone = Dawning Realization the Radio Transmitter was turned on, plugged into the Church Bell Transmuted into a Loudspeaker. “There were never any miracles, Rose…” Shut up Al don’t ruin this moment for me! Ok, moment slightly redeemed by the “Are you f*cking kidding me” looks on the disciples’ faces. Here I was thinking Ed was recording it maybe, delaying for Al to show up and knock his teeth out? But transmitting Cornello’s monologue over the entire town? Genius. I am standing up and applauding, I am not even kidding. Oh man, these reaction cuts are gold, NPC Shopkeeper in particular looks pissed. Even the dog is shocked! Ok, ok. Give me a second to breathe… Just give it up, Cornello. You aren’t talking your way out of this one. And stop trying to fight, Ed way outclasses you. And… ouch, your Transmutation on your damaged gun just failed, looks like it melded with your arm? A rebound, like the failed Human Transmutation? Yep, Cornello’s lost it, yelling about being the ‘chosen emissary of the Sun God Leto’. Cut to the chapel, and Hulk-Cornello just smashed through. They’re smashing the place up, Cornello still ranting about being the Fist of God (does he really believe in Leto?), to which Ed Transmutes the great big statue to give him what he asked for. And Cornello’s down, like the half-baked villain he is. Now Ed can grab the… Philosopher’s Stone? It just stopped glowing and fell to the ground before dissolving. I mean, way too early for Ed to get the Quest Item, but still. Ed’s all shocked, saying the Stone is supposed to be the perfect material. So it was fake? But then how did Cornello do all that? Speaking of, the guy is just whining and whimpering now that he apparently can’t Transmute anymore. And Ed just… lets him go, yells at him to get out of there? Dude, arrest him! Guy was brainwashing a village, tried to have you killed, and was working to take over the country (no way he would have succeeded, but still). Don’t just let him get away! But apparently he does, it’s later as the Elric Brothers are talking outside the chapel. Come on, perk up guys. Just because this was a dead end- Rose, what the hell?! Put the gun down! Didn’t you hear him, it was a fake! And whoa, accusing them of keeping it for themselves? To get their bodies back, and bring back- Oh. Huh. Apparently that’s not even a consideration. “People don’t come back from the dead, Rose. Not ever… Not ever…” So, it really is just a quest to get their bodies back? Not to bring back Mama Elric? Rose collapses, crying about how Cornello promised her, that if she was faithful a miracle would occur. Without that hope, what is she supposed to believe in now? She’s begging them, asking what to do… and the Brothers walk right by her. Dudes, not cool. Don’t just leave her like this. “I can’t tell you that. You have to figure it out. Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward. You’ve got two good legs. So use them. You’re strong enough to make your own path.” ...while I admire the intent behind the message (and is this the show that Monty Oum’s catchphrase of “Keep moving forward” came from?), I can’t help but think that this isn’t he best time. Rose has just had her world destroyed, the source of her faith uprooted, the hope of getting her fiance back shattered. She needs something a little more gentle than “suck it up”. Later that night, seems the entire village has gathered, the [angry mob yelling] for Cornello. Inside the chapel, Cornello is clutching his new metal arm and ranting about the little brat… until another voice interrupts him? Lust? The lady’s complaining that they should have just incited a rebellion, while the fat guy chews on one of the chimera’s legs, then says he’s hungry and asks to eat the old man. Lust tells Gluttony no, she doesn’t want to risk indigestion. Cornello does not appreciate being mocked, says he won't SWEET LETO WHAT THE HELL Um, so Lust apparently has Terminator 2 claws on her glove, just stabbed Cornello through the forehead. Camera pans to an ouroboros-like symbol above her bust? Anyways, Cornello dead. Lust complains about ‘Father’ not being pleased about starting from scratch- Gluttony? Gluttony, no. Gluttony NO. No eating him. Don’t you- Ok, didn’t not need to see that. Well ok! Good episode, some parts seemed a little bit repetitive, drawn from the previous two I guess? But good overall, more establishment of the Elrics and setting stuff up for future episodes. So what’s up next? Riza! Doing paperwork! Seems the Elrics travel to the Eastern Command Center and to report to Colonel Roy Mustang (name is still manly). And there they meet the Sewing Life Alchemist? Oh, so bio-alchemy’s a thing? I guess with the divide between organic and inorganic matter, with all the Earth and Waterbending we’ve seen so far time to see the other side. And will this get us details on that chimera that Cornello made? Oh hey, is that a Cerberus? Looks like a three-headed dog in a cage, captured experiment or what? Episode 04: “An Alchemist’s Anguish” “Some meetings in this life are destined only for heartbreak.”

It was fascinating, I said to Kandel, to reflect on how the architecture of our brains, constructed from our individual genes, experiences, and memories, shaped our view of art. Beauty was in the brain of the beholder. But I still wasn’t quite clear on how neuroscience enhanced our appreciation of art itself. If art was an external stimulus, indistinguishable from any other, what was special about it? In fact, by reducing our experience of art solely to brain chemistry, weren’t we creating a new kind of night school in art depreciation? Kandel laughed. “This is what many humanists are concerned with,” he said. “They think these heathen scientists are going to come along and provide a little bit of visual, biological insight into art, and this is going to replace the aesthetic response. That’s not my feeling at all. The purpose of a scientific approach to art is not to take the mystery out of the art. It’s to give you new insight into why you think it’s so wonderful and mysterious. If we had a detailed understanding of sexual activity, knew exactly which regions of the brain were involved when each of us had an orgasm, would it reduce the pleasure of having sex? No. It would give you additional insights that might give you additional approaches. But it wouldn’t alter the basic experience. This is the same thing. This is an aid to greater understanding.” Art, too, engaged us in the world and lives of others like nothing else, Kandel said. Semir Zeki, a British neurobiologist and vision expert, the pioneer of neuroaesthetics, had written that the main function of the brain was to acquire knowledge about the world. Art was a special form of knowledge because it engaged the brain’s full orchestra of neural systems. “Since art arouses emotion, and emotion elicits both cognitive and physiological responses in the observer, art is capable of producing a whole-body response,” Kandel explained.

Kevin Berger, Gustav Klimt in the Brain Lab

i wonder why that is.

it's another one of those nights sleep never comes easy. i wonder why that is. thoughts creep to crevices you deliberately avoid.

i guess i terribly miss the parentals, that could be one. i want to go far away and never look back, two. i don't think i'm appreciated in all aspects, three. i feel lonely and alone even with somebody, four. i don't like myself right now, five. i let you do what you only want and took my boundary, six. i allowed you to do it, seven. i kept thinking of breaking up all my relationships, eight. i just want it all to stop, nine. i wanna die, ten.

its a sad day, that's for sure. i wonder why that is.

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    drac,,, drac drac drac,,,, meeting you was one of the most unexpected yet most memorable moments of my life. meeting through thirsting over Diavolo? in a group chat? openly???? thirsting??????? in my christian home???? AND IT BEING HONORED???  UNDERSTOOD?  SOMEONE ELSE SEEING HIS POTENTIAL AND NOT TELLING ME HE’S SHADY IMMEDIATELY BUT INSTEAD, ACKNOWLEDGES HE’S HOT, ACKNOWLEDGES THE SHADE BUT PROCEEDS TO PASS THAT UP WITH “TITS THO”. LIKE... SUPERIOR. SUPERB. I’LL NEVER FORGET IT, YOU’VE ENABLED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE AND I’LL ALWAYS, ALWAYS APPRECIATE IT. 

I’m getting way too ahead of myself, foR STARTERS... your - bluntness? specifically with nsfw ideas/images, like, that stood out to me for sure KSAJFH mostly bc I was too shy to say anything - to anyone, really. starting Diavolo had me On Edge and the amount of times I got told he was shady always left me feeling unmotivated to say anything more bc “just let me talk, jesus-” KJSAF but you understood where I was coming from. I honestly didn’t see us getting any closer than just talking briefly on the groupchat but nope - it turned out for the better. who would’ve thought thirsting over a thicc demon could create beautiful friendships?   I’ve spent Lots of nights just talking to you, the talks of dragons, anIMATIONS, art - TANGLED, A TREASURE, our gremlin brats and their chemistry ( which quickly developed into a precious ship to me, it’s always a subject that makes me smile and you have this tendency to send Auri and just talk about the ship at the right times ) - and just having your company on those nights where I needed just someone there.  I’d never say it directly in those moments but you were always there, maybe some nights scolding me for being up late but still, your company was - and still is - something I deeply cherish and appreciate. I still remember those nights of you sending animations with songs that I listen to this day because of you. I’m one to remember stuff just because but I always listen to songs you send just to remember and - frankly, the songs u send are also things I’d listen to kfsja you’re so calm and fun to talk to - the way your energy can switch from vibing/thirsting to passionate and excitement when you’re talking about Auri, Ivy, Yanira and Eulalia - your PASSIONS WITH WRITING, IN GENERAL JUST.. THE LORE OF DRACANAR, THAT BLEW ME AWAY WHEN YOU’D TALK TO ME ABOUT THE DETAILS... even sending - just- everything you’ve written thus far.  your writing talents are remarkable and the first time you showed me, I was speechless bc? this is?? that was a lot. not in a bad way but - I still sifted through all of it. ASFJ still to this day, I enjoy listening to what information you have to share. I didnt know I needed information about dracanar but listen, you’ve provided it. and just this whole different world you have, I feel honored that you felt comfortable enough to share everything that you created  with me.  it’s a great privilege to have met you, to scream about the same interests we have, and to just experience the worlds you’ve written - the stories you have to tell are memorable ones and I’m excited to see what else you come up with. even the verses. even if I might know little, I still am super invested to see what obstacles your muses face and what they do in their situations. you’ve been nothing but a supportive friend to me and I really want to be the same for you, I’ll even wave all the glowsticks for u. you’re a wonderful listener- even when I suck at trying to talk about certain things but you’ve listened to me enough to make me feel at ease. you have no idea how much I value our friendship, my vocabulary isn’t advanced enough to be able to put it into words but I can never really transfer my emotions into writing asdfg still, it was one of the most unexpected bonds but kfjah I guess we have big tiddy demon to thank for that. I still remember being pleasantly surprised when u popped up out of the group chat - even if it was just to share Diavolo content ( which you’re always providing your findings still and I’m Eternally Grateful omg my savior ).  and from there on, every little detail we’d share with our interests was like another pleasant surprise. because the amount of things we have in common jfsha like, you’ve made me feel comfortable here. you’re part of the reason I’m still around here, even on Diavolo. you’re patient with my lag kajfha you’re so calm but also just as enthusiastic. you’ve listened when there wasn’t really anyone else around and offered support - even if that support was demon tits. it still said a lot aksjfa I can just be a total sap about you and go on and on about what small actions you’ve done that meant a lot to me and why they did but this would become like 10 paragraphs. just please, out of all this mess, take with you that I love you so much. I value your friendship, your company, your personality, just you in general. it’s not the same now, looking at tangled and/or diavolo/auri, dragons, just - a lot of the things we’ve discussed, there’s slivers of you in my every day. and talking to you just makes the day a little better, even if its to discuss Auri’s gremlin tendencies or Diavolo being pushed into another lake by the hands of a bratty ass thief KFAJ I’m sure there’s other details I’m missing on wanting to tell you but I have like- the rest of 2021 to show and/or tell you in the ways I know how. thank you for everything. for being here, for being my friend, for listening for being you, for Auri and just the talk of demon tits. >:3c sending you-- all of my love and hugs and still waving glowsticks for u in support. you talented, beautiful, spectacular heathen.