yasutomoe

[yasutomoe]

arutasa omake of the lab cleaning pikero centric genfic

//

He reminds himself to be gentle before he knocks: loud enough to be heard normally, but if Tuxam is asleep, he wouldn’t want to disturb his rest!

“Tuxam?” he calls out softly, then waits for an answer.

“.......Arupek?”

“Yup! I brought you sports drink! For the electrolytes thing! An’ puddin’!”

“You have my gratitude. Please leave them at the door.” His voice is feeble through the wall. It makes Arupek frown.

“Are you sure? I mean I’d be happy to bring them to your bed for you…”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He hears Tuxam cough. “It’s contagious. I wouldn’t want to get you sick too, Arupek.”

“Okay… If you say so……” He puts the bag down on the floor. It’s a bit strange to hear Tuxam sound this weak. He’s usually so energetic! It just feels wrong! It’s making Arupek feel restless. “Tuxam, can I hold your hand for a while?”

“My hand?” Tuxam sighs, something small and tired, “Arupek-”

“Just through the door is fine!” he says hastily. “I mean, I’m not askin’ to be let in…! Is that okay?”

He holds his breath for the verdict. Hears the sound of rustling fabric, and the quiet thump of feet landing on the ground. “Did you bring a mask?”

“Yeah! Hang on-” he fishes in his pockets for his fold-up mask and scrambles to put it on. “I’ve got it!”

There’s the click of the door unlocking, and Arupek scoops up his bag again to hand it over through the slim gap that Tuxam has deemed acceptable. His heart drops when Tuxam’s hand jerks downward, pulled by the weight of the not-heavy-at-all bag. He’s not wearing his signature gloves right now. His hand looks concerningly pale.

“Thank you, Arupek,” he says hoarsely, a tone lower than his usual voice, from all the coughing.

Arupek reaches forward to grab at his hand. It’s clammy with a thin coat of chilled sweat. It’s heating up.

He hears Tuxam chuckle on the other side of the door. “Let me put your gifts down first, will you, Arupek?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure!” Arupek quickly draws back his hand. He closes it into a fist, flexes his fingers. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s quite alright,” says Tuxam, kindly. He’s always kind with Arupek, even when he’s sick.

Arupek hears the sound of the bag being set on a table, and soon enough the same hand appears at the door, empty this time, palm facing up, gentleman-like.

He takes it with both hands, squeezes it softly. He hears Tuxam hum through the door. “It’s odd,” he murmurs, mirth in his voice. “I always found your hands warm, Arupek, but they’re so cool now.”

He gulps. “Is that bad?”

“It’s nice. It’s always nice.” Tuxam’s thumb strokes small, mindless circles on the slope of the meat of his palm. It tickles at his heart. “It’s especially nice right now. The heat is quite unpleasant, so I’m glad to have a bit of relief like this.”

…This is so dangerous! All of this is so dangerous for Arupek’s heart! He swings their hands through the door to the other side. “Use ‘em! Not just for your one hand, Tuxam! Use ‘em however you want! As a cooler bag or somethin’!” If anything, he would gladly lend out his whole entire body as a cooler bag, but Arupek imagines he would only get a lecture from that, and he would rather not strain Tuxam’s throat like that! So he settles for his hands.

“...Really?”

“Really!” He gives double thumbs up through the door. “Go on ahead, Tuxam!”

“Then, pardon the intrusion,” Tuxam says quietly, his feverish fingers wrapping around Arupek’s hands firmly, then guiding them upwards to rest at his face. He signs blissfully when Arupek cups his cheeks. The door is really knocked half-open at this point, and Arupek is sure his own face might be heating up a little.

“How are you feeling, Tuxam?” He finally remembers to ask, a good couple lines too late.

Tuxam’s eyes look content.

“Splendid,” he says.

[yasutomoe]

Folks will say they “support the arts” then go out of their way to compare the art they themselves made to worthless garbage

My fellow in creation, supporting the arts starts in your own heart’s view of your own work

Ease the teeth and embrace what you make with love

[yasutomoe]

demon child

you were all alone, casted away for your unsightliness, burdened by your ugliness, seeking an embrace from a person who would love you unconditionally in spite of everything. but you couldn’t grasp that reality by blood, rather, you have spilled it. still, you have luckily chanced upon finding warmth in others anyway—the vampire’s soft clothes, the wolf’s gentle strum on his guitar, the spider’s tender touch, the fox’s bright laugh, the crow’s kind beckoning. they have found you, and they have accepted you; you are part of them, a place to belong to. it may not last, you know that it may not last, but in your chest where you are keeping them, they will stay for eternity, because this is the beautiful world that nobody knows. even in separation,

[yasutomoe]

For the instrumentals dropped, as did the official lyric sheet, I figured why not put the worms in my brain into words?

So here it is, my personal reading of Tied 2 Order.

this is all ayumurase's fault.

Canonically, the knights’ songs are dedicated to their lords.

According to Designer En, “For the Fragaria knights, ‘song’ is their way of conveying their love for their lords, of declaring their purpose of serving.”

Tuxam’s focal song is a model student of this design.

Each Fragarian knight serves a sanrio mascot lord, and so far in the story, it is not yet clear what the duties of a Fragarian knight entails entirely. Many knights include “work” in their daily schedules, and in both the 4koma comic strips and the voice dramas, there is mention of paperwork. Also from the voice dramas, it is shown that Fragarian knights have the authority to shut down kingdom borders, as well as implement/enforce laws. We can infer, then, that the Fragarian knights are in charge of more than military work, but their responsibilities also cover governing their kingdoms.

This is to say, a Fragarian knight answers more to their lord, but to their lord’s people as well.

Tuxam’s focal song is a (love) letter to Tuxedo Sam, as well as his people, and it is heavily linked to his development in noir bouquet episode 2.

The song itself takes us on a journey through Tuxam’s growth, in which the core idea is admitting to his own faults and amending his past mistakes. This song is his soliloquy after the events of ep 2. Throughout the song, Tuxam looks as if addressing the civilians of Tuxedosam Kingdom, but really, he is also addressing himself.

I’ll dissect the song verse by verse.

I made you draw a rainbow with a few colored pencils

I made you write a story using only vowels

I made you play a classic with 49-keys

I tied you 2 order as if giving you my luv

We open with three lines of thought rhyme, all asking the recipient to create while underequipped. The final line that follows behind concludes it all, and offers an explanation to the previous three lines.

In the final line, Tuxam points out that the motive behind the rules that he makes is love. Yet this lyric is also his self-reflection upon his actions: by using “2” instead of “two”, and by using the slang “luv” to cheapen and mock his love, Tuxam is showing that he now understands that pushing rules upon others, despite coming from good intentions, only binds and restricts people from reaching their full potential- from drawing a complete rainbow, from writing a rich story, from playing a proper classic. His rules (his love) are holding people back from the best they can do.

It is not pure and apt enough to be called “love”, so it can only be written in slang, something that is lesser than the real thing.

Verses two and three are about the views and values he held in the past:

So　踏み外すことなかれ　歩きなさい　秩序のレール

Tax in　On duty　なんでもいい　従ってりゃ　約束される

進むべき道を⽰す　課した決まりは独断のエール

紳⼠たるもの　常に品格を　そして礼節を　絶対のルール

This verse talks about his standards for himself as well as his people- to walk the proper, courteous road that was dictated by his rules.

However, as with the first verse, this is from a present Tuxam looking back, which the vocabulary shows, especially on the third line.

課した決まりは独断のエール

課する means assigning the burden of responsibilities, notably taxes, which is present in the previous line. エール (ēru) is a loan word, and it commonly refers to the encouragement of Japanese cheering squads, or ōendan (応援団). In this line, Tuxam talks about how while his decisions on the rules he imposes upon his people is his form of encouragement, it is a tyrannical and imperious decision. It is an acutely self-aware and harsh way of putting it.

The final line shows the core of Tuxam’s beliefs, his thesis:

紳⼠たるもの　常に品格を　そして礼節を　絶対のルール

To Tuxam, being a gentleman means always holding virtue and courtesy.

(One) 迷えることなく

This rule gets expanded upon in the next verse.

(Two) 間違うことなく

(Three) 律することやめることなく

標本に針を打つ　as if giving you my luv

This verse lays down Tuxam’s main three rules, the way he interpreted his thesis back then, that act as reminders for himself on how to behave: never falter, never err, never give up on order.

The final line is a repetition of the final line of the first verse, “I tied you 2 order as if giving you my luv”, in a slightly different way.

This is also where we first see the butterfly motif.

The butterfly is the tie, as in, the bow tie. In Japanese, the bow tie is called a 蝶ネクタイ. 蝶 (chō) means butterfly, and ネクタイ is the loan word for necktie. It is named this way for the butterfly shape of a bow tie.

However, “tie” can be a verb as well as a noun. The butterfly is the tie, but the butterfly is also tied- to order, as the title of the song reads. In the music video, this is presented as countless bow ties being kept in glass frames and displayed on the wall, as one might display butterfly specimens. The butterfly is the people in Tuxedosam Kingdom. The butterfly is Tuxam himself. The butterfly is the tie. The tie is the butterfly. The tie is pinned, the butterfly is pinned, tied down.

与えるように奪い取ってゆく (Iʼm the Ruler and Timid Loser)

The butterfly symbolizes freedom, but the butterfly is not allowed to fly. The rules that tie it down are preventing it from reaching its full potential, taking away his freedom that should’ve been inherent for it.

そんな不⾃由に縛りつけてゆく　(Solid Order)　嗤ってくれ

蝶のように　⼼のままに　翔び⽴ってゆけ　その背中を押す命を下す Ruler

In the first line of the chorus, Tuxam is self-reflecting that he thought he was being giving, when he gave his people rules, but he was actually taking away their freedom. In the very next line he reaffirms this.

The line “Iʼm the Ruler and Timid Loser” shows up multiple times throughout the song,like a frantic mantra, but it is never sung by Tuxam himself. Even when he knows it to be true, he can’t put it into words in his own voice, and can only bear his subconscious drilling it into his mind again and again.

Rule 365　⽇々に彩りを　紳⼠が嗜むドレスコード

In a moment of defeat, he invites mockery and ridicule. “嗤ってくれ”- “laugh at my expense”, for in the very next line, he repeats the sentiment he’s ordered- always wished for everyone: to soar as one pleases. However, his order is hard and forceful, and as previously stated, actually limits one’s liberty. How can one soar as one pleases under these circumstances? In the music video, the butterfly is gray, unable to truly fly.

わずかな変化を　規範的⾏動　さすれば豊かな暮らしを

わかってる　わかってた　365 ⾊の歩みがあることを

躓く権利を　それが⾃由と　⽬指していたはずのあの理想

In the next two lines in the song, Tuxam recites Rule 365, and the meaning behind the rule. The reason there is a rule dictating everyone wear a different tie every day is because a slight tweak in normalcy can enrich one’s daily life.

A little bit of deviance is seen as a positive thing here.

Right before this verse, a blue butterfly flaps by, but it is blurry and out of focus, and is going in a flash, an echo of the “freedom” that once was, that Tuxam sought for.

わかってる　わかってた

Tuxam corrects himself saying “I know”, and changes it into the past tense of “I knew”, showing that he realizes now that he’s lost his beginnings somewhere along the way. He used to understand that just as there are 365 different ties to wear every day, there are 365 different ways of walking, of living, for everyone in the kingdom, and that they are all equally valid, but he’s forgotten this notion.

He started out holding the ideals that everyone should be free to choose the path they walk, even if they stumble and fall. That ideal has been long muddled.

The bridge is being sung directly at Tuxedo Sam. It is the only lyric in the whole song to do this, but it is the heaviest. It is the most raw and most vulnerable Tuxam has been the entire song:

After this verse, the butterfly is seen on screen once more. The butterfly is blue, but its colors are still muted under the shadow. It is perched on the frame of one of the bow tie specimen displays mounted on the wall. It flaps a couple of times, before taking off, showing a new beginning for Tuxam and Tuxedosam Kingdom.

凛として気⾼い憧れにはまだ遠いけど　こんな僕も愛していいのでしょうか

“Though I’m still a far cry from the dignified and noble self that I longed to be, am I allowed to love you as I am now?”

It is more of a plea than a question.

Though it is sung at Tuxedo Sam, this lyric can also be applied to the people of Tuxedosam Kingdom. In fact, it directly calls back to a pre-established idea. “Am I allowed to love you as I am now?” As impure and inapt as they might be, am I allowed to call these feelings “love”?

撫でてるように押し込めてゆく (Iʼm the Ruler and Timid Loser)

In the next verse, the first verse is repeated once more, but this time, the line “as if giving you my luv” is spoken instead of sung, and the video flashes into a grayscale, a clear rejection. Tuxam is setting his feet down on this. He will no longer let his love tie his people down.

理解した(わかった)フリして��懐けてゆく (Iʼm the Ruler and Timid Loser)

蜘蛛の⽷に　かかったわけじゃなく (Iʼm the Ruler and Timid Loser)

襟に⽌まった　誇り⾼き証　(Solid Order)　 笑ってくれ

迷ってもいい　間違いもいい　幸せであれ　祈りのような命を下す Ruler

In the final verse, which is also the chorus, we see the same ideas throughout the song come back again.

The first two lines, again, are about Tuxam thinking that he’s helping, but actually being detrimental. He calls back to the previous lines of “その背中を押す命を下す Ruler” and “わかってる　わかってた　365 ⾊の歩みがあることを”, and talks about how he thought he was in the right, but now recognizes that he was not.

Compared with the first chorus, two more lines are added, which highlight his newfound resolve.

蜘蛛の⽷に　かかったわけじゃなく

襟に⽌まった　誇り⾼き証

The spider web is a visual motif that persists throughout the music video, representing rules and control, that is shown dissolving after this verse, after Tuxam claims that his bow tie (the butterfly that represents himself and his liberty) is not trapped in a spider’s web, but freely perching upon his collar as testimony of his pride. It is what his bow tie was always supposed to represent: a sign of dignity, and not the stifling constraint it’s become.

With this new mindset, he is able to ask the people to smile for him, (“笑ってくれ”) instead of at (“嗤ってくれ”) in the previous chorus.

迷ってもいい　間違いもいい　幸せであれ　祈りのような命を下す Ruler

Walking back on his previous sentiments in the second verse, Tuxam is now saying that it’s fine to falter, and it’s fine to err. In the music video, the blue butterfly is finally flying freely, as it pleases.

Tuxam is commanding his people to be happy, “幸せであれ” is written in a commanding form. This time, however, his order is a prayer and a wish.

This is Tuxam’s love for Tuxedo Sam: careful and reserved, to the point where he doesn’t even dare call it love at all. This is Tuxam’s purpose of serving: to make sure the people of his lord’s kingdom are happy and free. And this is Tuxam’s metamorphosis into a butterfly.

[yasutomoe]

iraz🌸 color me pink

//

There’s wind in your face, in your eyes. Pink is the color of the cherry blossom tree in full bloom. You never had the time to go flower-seeing as a child, always working odd jobs here and there just to make ends meet. Not that you had any friends to go with, even if you had the time. But sometimes, at four in the morning, as you were biking past the park on your way to deliver newspapers, you caught sight of a stray petal or two, having been carried all the way out. There’s something funny about how you’ve finally been given the chance to take in cherry blossoms, and it’s at a place where there isn’t supposed to be a cherry blossom tree at all. Where there isn’t supposed to be you at all. You tilt your head back. The blossoms swirl overhead in a flurry in the spring gale, dissipating and dispersing with the breezes’ blows. …Pink is the color of his hair, flying in the winds. Speaking of the impossible, there’s a sight you never thought he’d ever see, mostly because, well, when you first met him, there was kind of a situation. A situation that you didn’t expect to live through, to be honest, and of course, you were too occupied with trying not to get burned to death to really think about anything else, but if you had the space to fit one other thought in your head, it would’ve been that it was jarring to see such violent flames coming from someone who looked so cold. You were quick to find out that he wasn’t cold at all, really. That he had a fiery heart, really; that he was deeply passionate, really; that he was wonderfully expressive, really, entire face lighting up whenever he sees you, making you feel just a little too overwhelmed, chest a little too tight. It makes you feel special, and with him, you know you are special- he has never given you any reason to think otherwise. It doesn’t feel like something that could be true, but it is! And what if you secretly enjoy the attention a little too much? Does it make you conceited? Or does it just make you new? Pink is the color of soft, dewy petals, catching in your face, tickling your nose and wetting your eyes. Pink is the color of your friend altogether, when you’ve battled off the petals in your eyes, when he catches your eye, when petals catch on his hair, when petals mix with his hair, and for a second, in the flourish of cherry blossoms brushing upon his brows and his blouse and his boots, it’s as if he too, might vanish in a gust of wind, a fleeting mirage, and wouldn’t that be all too typical for you? When have you ever gotten to keep anything, after all? Always on the move, always lacking, always starving and yearning and not getting enough-... And pink is the color on his cheeks, when he turns towards you upon hearing your strained call. “Yes, Iruma-sama?” He smiles, soft and brilliant, and real, when you catch his wrist. “I-Iruma-sama?” he stammers, when you don’t let go even after you have his attention. (You will always have his attention.) (You will never get enough of his attention.) “Is something the matter?” Pink is the color of his flyaway hair he tucks behind his ear shyly, pink is the color of his flushed cheek, and the tip of his ear.

[yasutomoe]

[dl] blue egoist (12/08 17:00 performance)

the streaming period has ended so i'm sharing my files for this show! but be aware that it's a screen recording and my internet connection wasn't very great during it there were some flaws🥲 it's also split into two parts because there was a long break. (maybe someone can share a better upload someday🤣)

if anyone wants the link, please just send me a message <3 and apologies if my responses are late in advance🙏

[yasutomoe]

東洋空想世界「blue egoist」 (12/8 12:00 and 17:00) is available for streaming until 12/15, on theater-complex.town

(it is entirely in japanese with no subtitles, but theater-complex.town itself is available in english and does not require a japanese credit card or a vpn.)

this piece is just very, very good. it was promoted with purposefully minimum prior information, so this is all i should tell you: it's just very, very good.

i and my sister still haven't stopped yelling at each other about it since the opening day, both in person and on the spreadsheet we're using to draft the subtitles.

...yes. i'm already halfway through the first draft for the english subtitles.

p.s. the title of m3 (pictured above), which we had all been calling "Fiction", has turned out to be "不iction". it is so clever, and i'm going mad with all the implications it has on the translation.

[yasutomoe]

We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like

Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.

[yasutomoe]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[yasutomoe]

kr drive, because I finally finished wawtching the whole thing and I have A Particular Thought. spoilers for the end of the series

//

Sometimes he remembers that the only picture they have of Chase is the headshot on his driver’s license, and it makes Gou want to scream a little, as a photographer.

It doesn’t even look like Chase. He probably smiled for some silly reason- maybe just because the photographer asked him to smile. Chase’s headshot is a brand of pretend-upbeat unfounded in Chase himself. And maybe Gou isn’t really in any position to comment on that, because Gou is all about theatrics and presentation and disguising his heart behind frivolities.

But this isn’t about Gou. It’s about Chase, and how Chase is terribly misrepresented by his only existing picture. Gou has never seen Chase smile, and when he looks at the license he’s been entrusted with, feels off-kilter. He traces his thumb over the picture, and he’s not sure if he likes the picture or not, which is distressing, because Gou always has an opinion on photos.

And Chase considered the license among his most prized possessions- not that he possessed a whole lot. A gift from humans, he said. If Chase knew emotions- if he could process and show them- Gou thinks, with how much he treasured his driver’s license, perhaps the smile is fitting. Who even goes ecstatic over passing a driver’s test? It’s such a simple thing to get happy about. Chase knew happiness, then, even if he didn’t know it himself.

Gou pockets Chase’s disorienting driver license.

When Chase gets back, Gou is going to take a real, actual, proper picture of him. And Chase can decide whether he wants to smile or not.

[yasutomoe]

solliev0; mis(s)lead

i offer another someya toshiyuki related edit just bc i thought it was funny that a song he participated in back in 2015 is kinda applicable to a present drama he's in.

[yasutomoe]

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

[yasutomoe]

mindless self-indulgent kwsn fluff to distract myself from back-to-school-season let's go

//

Oh! This is what it’s like to hold a hand. Shinji thinks in wonder, as though he hasn’t held plenty of hands before, as though he hasn’t held this particular hand plenty of times before. Kaworu-kun’s hand is warm in his, the gentle grip pushing the balls of their sweetly intertwined fingers together. It’s sweet, but it’s also a little bit embarrassing, to have this very public declaration of affection displayed for anyone to see. Shinji sneaks a look at Kaworu-kun, who just seems like he’s so, so glad to be there, holding Shinji’s hand, expression entirely too soft for Shinji’s endearment-receptors to handle. I’m 28. Shinji thinks in a sense of despair about as damning as the headbutt of a kitten, because he hasn’t yet figured out how to push down the flutters bubbling up, filling his chest with an overflowing warmth. Is it even legal in Japan for a man nearing thirty to feel giddy?

He didn’t previously believe his hands could hold- could be held- tenderly. This pair of hands piloted EVAs, squeezed lives out of bodies, wrought destruction and agony and fully prepared to atone. They’re splotched with blood- spilled from cherished ones, from complete strangers that are cherished ones to someone else. They’re too heavy a burden, a sign of misery and devastation, a cautionary tale, a lesson to be learned and remembered and buried and avoided avoided avoided.

And yet this same pair of hands are also capable of playing something as painless and simple as music, of reaching out to others out of the wish to familiarize, of creating a better world out of the rubble left from the ruins of an old one. This is something Shinji forgets. This is something Kaworu-kun reminds him anyway, again and again, unknowingly, unprompted, unwittingly, as natural as a heartbeat, in the whispers he presses into Shinji’s palms, as soft as the careful way Kaworu-kun takes his hand and once again, hands his whole life over.

In the old world, this might’ve felt like a curse. Now, it’s the most honorable, most important, most wondrous mission- to treasure, to protect, to care for his beloved.

He peers down at their hands, clasped together in a promise. He tightens his hold, just a little, to test out the shape it would preserve on his heart. (Like a flower bud pulsing to bloom, in the first Spring of his memory, and the reciprocating squeeze an echo of the first butterfly landing faintly on the flourishing blossom.) (He thinks his heart might burst.)

Shinji never knew holding a hand could feel this overwhelming.

[yasutomoe]

you know what i'm just posting them together.

zox+names & stacey+skin

//

It doesn’t actually hit him how long since he’s last heard his own name spoken out loud from someone else’s mouth until it happens. Kaito treats it like something new, a question to be incited, and the tilt in his voice frames it into a discovery. Of course, all of this doesn’t register with Zox until later, but Zox, Zox, (Zox), his name is such a personal thing, yet it’s grown to be a strange sound, somehow. Of course, he knows what it tastes like on his tongue, when he announces his title to the world. Captain Zox Goldtweaker! Such is the name of the head of the Goldtweaker family, and you better remember that! When bellowed, his name is a threat, or a battle cry, every bit as sharp as the tip of a blade.

But hearing it from Kaito is a different thing. Hearing it from somewhere other than Zox's own haughty snarl, hearing it other than a spat-out curse drenched in malice- hearing it welcoming and curious- it's foreign. And he sits on the captain's seat, thinking about his father on his dying breath, voice hoarse when he calls out to Zox one last time, handing over the title of the head of the Goldtweaker family, that was when he lost his name.

//

The air stings in the Tojitendo palace, by the way. It’s already bad in Kikaitopia, but especially bad in the palace. Something pricks at the skin- and it doesn’t affect kikainoids, with their hard outsides, so maybe they never knew. Stacey is half human, however, and his human skin tingles, insistently, until it fades into a slow, dull numbness that spreads all over, left in the back of the head, overfamiliarized.

It might’ve been a contributing factor to his mother’s early demise, thinking about it now. No matter, it’s like the environment itself is trying to you: gradual, but steadily.

There is a part of Stacey’s ear that isn’t soft skin, and isn’t it strange to have that one patch on his body be hard? When he touches it, the metal is cold, and the only feeling comes from the tips of his fingers. The junction between that piece of metal and regular skin is a jarring full stop. Stacey thumbs at it often, until the skin side reddens and starts to burn. The metal part is the only part of him that doesn’t hurt from the air, but it doesn’t feel like a part of him at all.

[yasutomoe]

Full Metal Alchemist The Stage [dl]

Cast: Isshiki Yohei : Edward Elric (double cast) Hirono Ryota : Edward Elric (double cast) Mashima Shuto : Alphonse Elric Okabe Rin : Winry Rockbell Aoki Jin : Roy Mustang (double cast) Wada Takuma : Roy Mustang (double cast) Tsukui Minami : Riza Hawkeye Metal Yoshida : Alex Louis Armstrong Okamoto Yuki : Maes Hughes Kimisawa Yuki : Jean Havoc Harashima Motohisa : Denny Brosh Mizuki Sakurako : Maria Ross Abe Yutaka : Tim Marco Oishi Keita : Shou Tucker Ono Hikari : Izumi Curtis Sao Kurama : Lust Hiramatsu Raima : Envy Kusano Taisei : Gluttony Hoshi Tomoya : Scar Suzuki Shogo : Solf J. Kimblee Kuge Megumi : Pinako Rockbell Saito Mizuki : Gracia Hughes Ogawa Himari : Nina Tucker (double cast) Shiribiki Yuika : Nina Tucker (double cast) Tatsumi Takuro : King Bradley Sakurada Kosei : Alphonse Elric (suit actor)

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hello, 2.5D community! this would be my first time sharing my copy of a blu ray purchase so i hope i ripped the files properly. i haven't checked them due to my very packed schedule, so please message me if there are any problems.

here is the link to the files for both disc 1 (hirono ryo as edward elric, wada takuma as roy mustang) and disc 2 (isshiki yohei as edward elric, aoki jin as roy mustang).

then as for the rules, just like the others, please do not upload on streaming sites.

enjoy the stage play!

[yasutomoe]

w, morning post philip. i didn't think i'd be capable of touching this subject but here it is

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He doesn’t think he slept, really, but he remembers waking up, or maybe it was a long wink. But he’s lying on his face, and the bedsheets feel a little wet, and he’s thinking that maybe he should peel himself up and go make breakfast. So that counts as sleep, right? Shoutarou should know about sleep. He’s always preaching the importance of sleep to his partner.

The P word came up earlier than he expected. That’s. Unfortunate. Because it means that Shoutarou is going to have to spend another second or ten collecting himself.

There is a sharp tug on his sleeve, followed by a string of metallic clicks. Shoutarou raises his head and catches the blurred silhouette of Fang.

“Good morning.” Shoutarou says to Fang, except his throat is raspy and it comes out mostly depressingly soundless. The phantom of his voice sounds like nails scraping on the blackboard of his mind. “Are you here to remind me to eat?”

Fang makes another trail of clinks. Its tug is insistent on the fabric.

And in spite of everything, this makes him crack a smile, and for a brief moment of clarity, he no longer suffocates. So Shoutarou pushes himself upwards, elbows wobbling furiously. Fang lets go of his sleeve, and instead nudges at his thigh to support his weight. Fang doesn’t waver a bit, and even when Shoutarou loses his balance and stumbles towards it, only holds its ground and steadies him silently.

Shoutarou wishes he could borrow even a fraction of that ungiving resolve. But here he is, entirely worn down by loneliness and guilt and sorrow, that he is scraping for comfort in a conversation with a Gaia Memory.

The floor is cold as ice. It stings his feet. Shoutarou relishes the reality it stabilizes for him. He could do with a tether. He feels like floating away, which would be bad, because he still has a city to protect.

“Sorry.” He croaks. “For failing him.”

Because who else would listen? Who else would give Shoutarou the blame he deserves to carry? The devil is gone. He will have to learn to carry his own sins, but for now, Shoutarou indulges, and allows himself to bleed.

It’s hard. This is hard. Heartache is a parasite- it gnaws a living wound in you.

Fang bites him on the forearm, hard enough to leave a mark. Fang could rip his arm off if it so wishes. Shoutarou feels a fresh wave of tears spring to his eyes. “Ow.” He mumbles, and wipes at his face with the back of his hand.

Fang arches its back, and makes a whirring sound that almost sounds like a sob. And Shoutarou thinks that maybe if Gaia Memories could feel, Fang might also, like Shoutarou, feel like it failed.

He pets Fang on the head. And though he’s never really been close to Fang- Fang spent all its time with someone else- Shoutarou reaches out his right hand, palm up, an invitation, should it take it.

Fang leaps onto his waiting palm, and Shoutarou lifts it up as he lifts himself to his full height. Fang scurries up his arm and nestles at the slope of his shoulder.

“Right.” Shoutarou hums to himself, or maybe to Fang, too. “Breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”