funniest thing about porter robinson is that despite being a highly celebrated musician, nominated for a grammy and having a net worth probably in the millions, his ass is still not paying for youtube premium
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>You asked Darkleer for one more light. A particular reason, you said, that you would be happy to explain to him. A torture for the both of you-- to wait to see each other any amount was always too long-- but you needed the timing to be just right.
>It has to be a Sunday night, now. And then, you will have him Monday, too.
>Stupidly, selfishly, you hope this does what you want it to. You are not trying to replace memories, or trade one love for another, or ignore the happiness you had so many sweeps ago. But your heart is broken, and this might help with the pain for the time being. And in this, you promised you'd tell him what is on your mind, what is weighing so heavy on your heart. The promise is always to be honest. And so, you will tell him about everything swirling in your mind. You miss being a mother. You want children again. You were so happy doing legislaceration again. You can't ever go back to it. You are more frightened of your fate than you've ever been before. You miss Rufioh. You miss Theodore. You feel lost. You wish that none of these issues were present. You wish that you could be better for him. You're trying to be better.
>It's not fair. You think this often, when you ask him for comfort, when you make your desire known, when you try to catch his attention… One day, this will even out. One day. But for now, you take, and you take, and you take. You know that bringing him red velvet cookies baked with care, and brandy, and blue hydrangeas will not balance anything, but it certainly can't hurt. A peace offering, a token of your affections. All you can offer him, all you can do for him, you will.
>Before you go, you sit at your vanity, curling your hair, painting your lips red, making yourself as beautiful as possible. But this time, you dress yourself in blue.
>You don't wait for a message, choosing to send yourself along as soon as you're ready, and when you see him, when you find his warm gaze with your own, when you realise his arms are outstretched for you to fall into, you set everything on the ground before you run to him, arms flung around him as you bury your face into his chest.
>This is part of the promise to be honest. You love him, you love him, you love him, and you will tell him that a million times over. You will hold him close until neither of you can stand it. He will feel your heart, your love, for the rest of your lives. Every light, you think. Doesn't matter which one. He will have love in all of them.
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so what i'm putting together from osmosis and the wonderful livebloggers and the incredible arkanis english updates account is something like this
Prefeito Jota: Hello, I'd like to hire you to investigate what happened in my city/island(?)!
Bagi, who was previously "invited" to a mysterious island/city by its elected official, subsequently trapped on the mysterious island/city, investigated the deep mysterious history of the island/city, came to no conclusions, found her brother after years of searching, was separated once again from her brother, gained and lost an adopted daughter (possibly to being kidnapped by the island government, which was evil), gained and lost a demon fiancée (possibly to being dragged back to hell, so there's no way to find her), gained and lost a close demon friend to dubious circumstance (did he die for his children? is he with skeppy in the gas station?), and has had an unknown amount of time to process and/or suppress all of this: Sure! :D
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