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Made this as a followup to my fic

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Wrote an Introspective Curly Songfic

Waltzing Matilda

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Made this music video a while back. I feel like the song really fits them, especially when sung from Kaworu's perspective. The song is an old ballad of parting lovers.

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As if a Part of Me

In life she was my comrade,

None better I have had.

The drum called us to fight,

She always on my right,

In step, through good and bad.

Movies were the best. Elster always enjoyed learning more about Gestalt culture, and the time spent with Ariane without a care in the world was lovely. Hugs and kisses were exchanged frequently, and laughter would echo across the bulkheads. Both fell asleep in each other's arms often, but it didn't matter, for they would always have another day to finish the film. Days, weeks, months, and years may pass, but the love they shared would never cool.

A bullet it flew towards us,

For her or meant for me?

Her life from mine it tore,

At my feet a piece of gore,

As if a part of me.

The Klaxon. The memory of the sound would forever chill Elster. The moment her world came crashing down. The moment her everything was handed a sentence of horrible death. Elster was determined to stay by her side until the end. The worst part was the initial recovery. The brief, teasing days of hope. This, like everything else, was smashed to pieces like a physical manifestation of her heart. The nightmare was only beginning however, and closure seemed an eternity away.

Her hand reached up to hold mine.

I must reload my gun.

"I cannot ease your pain,

In life eternal we’ll meet again,

And walk once more as one.”

The final cycle, the last time. The means were not important, the ends were. It was over, finally over. After all the suffering, pain, and yearning. In their final moments, the two held each other like the old days. Days that seemed fleeting in passing, but that they would always carry with them. As the world dissolved around them, Elster and Ariane had only eyes for each other. One last waltz. The two had been through hell, and no matter what waited for them now, it would be better. The stars looked kindly down as the world faded from view. Their eyes locked on each other, still slow dancing. When they fell, they landed in each other's arms. 

“I love you Elster.”

“I love you Ariane.”

They held each other tightly until the end, and when it came, the burden of cycles, fighting, and pain was lifted. All of it was over, except their love, which still burned as bright as a thousand suns.

(Wrote this on a whim. These two, ugh my heart. The poem is a modified lament from the Napoleonic Wars originally written by Ludwig Uhland)

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Death and his lover

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51196357/

My new fic. Persona 2 Brainrot is taking over.

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Trailer for a Star Wars fic I am working on.

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Made this music video. Premise is the Weasels turn good and lead an uprising against Doom. Tried to tell the story through just music and visuals. Song is an old Irish Ballad about the 1798 uprising.

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https://archiveofourown.org/users/Soupernova

My AO3