quirkyurl:

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fullmetalrpconfessions:

I really wish lust-rp wasn’t so hard on herself and that she would believe that she’s a beautiful writer and, most importantly, that she is loved and missed here in the FMA RP community. Come back, lust-rp. We all miss you.

- Anonymous

Source: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=10759066

((I honestly cannot thank whoever posted this enough. Wow. I mean, wow. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I really am struggling IRL and all I do is sleep and cry and mope instead of roleplay and nothing in life really feels worth living for anymore and in that way I feel like I’ve let all my partners and fans and everyone else in the fandom down… But, nevertheless, I just wanted to say that I love you guys SO MUCH and I think about you guys ALL the time and I miss you even more and I really look forward to the day that I can come home every day and log on to Tumblr and roleplay with you all again and just be happy. I look forward to that day so much and I hope that I’ll find the strength in me to keep living until then.))

ittachii:

Happy Mother’s Day.

((I’ll be on for replies tonight and tomorrow!

AND HAVOC BABY MY INSPIRATION TO WRITE IS OVERFLOWING WITH YOU))

Are any of my beautiful followers going to the Animazement con in North Carolina in about a month? Some people on my other RP blogs are and I was wondering if I’d get to meet any of you all there. :3

I’ll be cosplaying as John Egbert and Gamzee from Homestuck and Ed from FMA.))

greenandenvious:

It was late in the evening, a sliver of a brilliant glowing orb remained over the horizon which illuminated the dark sky a magnificent shade of dark crimson, which pleased Envy. It reminded him of all the innocent lives he had reaped within his lifetime, all the chaste blood of others that he had shed with his own bare hands. Although for some reason, the demented grin that usually came along with the thought was lacking. Standing atop the roof of the very building where the homunculus himself had been created, Envy sneered down at the few passing humans. They were so vulnerable. So weak. Crushing the life out of every one of them would be as easy as stepping on an ant. And it was all so satisfying doing so. Yet for some reason— Envy held back. He couldn’t place his finger on what it was, but he just wasn’t in the mood to kill. He hadn’t felt anything like that in a years, and it made him feel life such a sissy. Leaning his upper weight on the railing which overlooked the town, he let a raspy sigh out from under his breath. “Get a hold of yourself…”

Amidst the infinite colors of sunset bursting and swelling in the sky, stood a gray concerete building looming far above the rest of the town’s structures, brave enough to stand tall against the heavens. Lust stood, silent, leaning against a doorway that lead back into the incessant floors that stretched beneath the top deck— hell’s staircase complete with rotting concrete, but built for man’s swift foot. On top of the world, her dark silhouette illuminated by the orange fires burning in the atmosphere, Lust felt alive. As the sin stood watching her envious sibling, her presence unknown, tower over the creatures he loved so much, and so vigorously, that it had turned into hatred. A fellow monster in love with man. It was the tragedy of loving, Lust deduced, that after time carried inevitably on, the line that separates love and hate begins to blur, creating a clash of colors thrashing against one another until all that’s left is a terrifying work of art.

If only the world was as black and white as an artist’s palette. 

Violet eyes watched intently as the sin stood lening over the edge of its envy, obvious distress flushing over her fellow sin’s taut skin. “Don’t you wish you could jump sometimes, Envy—?” Lust’s voice rang through the silence, making her presence known as she removed herself from her concrete perch, arms crossed in arrogance as she took several steps forward. “It would be futile, of course—” she amended heartily, “We would just come back to life.” Lust had longed for an ending, a beginning again; the monster had stood over man and hated it passionately for it to turn into love. Man can always rid himself of emotion— of pride, lust, greed, gluttony, envy, sloth, and wrath— and what is left is nothing but a shell full of rivers of blood and an ocean of organs. Sin is what makes mankind beautiful, what paints the sunset and the sparkling stars in the sky. What would a leader be if he was unable to hold his head high, far higher than that of a peasant, out of pride? Without lust, desire would be an empty shell. The world is constantly in need, from a baby crying fresh from the womb for his mother’s touch to the man who paints himself gold; greed is a blessing. “More, more, more!” cries the men with their bellies swollen from gluttony, envy on the starving man’s face. Sloth helps the world from spinning too quickly, because everything gets tired and even lungs get sick of the same oxygen day after day. Lastly, what would mankind do witout wrath? Without anger, hatred and wrath, where would war be? Equality isn’t fair, after all. A man may sin like a monster, but a monster will never be able to sin like a man.  She understood why his jealousy had turned into hatred— how could it not? 

The settling of Lusts’s high heels echoed gently as she claimed her spot beside Envy, leaning upon the building’s cold railing. Her lusting gaze fell downwards towards the street and the people it cradled. Raising her gaze slightly, Lust viewed her fellow homunculus from the corner of her eye. Envy was as uninterested as ever, especially now with the company of his fellow sin, but the envious sin’s shoulders were heavy, weak with something like anger. Envy had always kept his distance from the homunculi, unless bloodshed was due and then he was willing to step in— pulling the trigger at Ishval and then bathing in the sea of blood that crashed upon the golden shore. Envy was strong, proud— his jealously of man, of human life, having long transformed into something violent and fragile.

Night was falling fast, depositing a dark blanket over the glow of sunset— the war won. Parting her pursed lips, Lust chose to speak, hoping to let her sibling know she understood Envy’s plight, even if he didn’t. Wasn’t that what the envious yearned for most of all? —A friend, a family, someone to understand? Leaning her body forward and further over the railing, her eyes and attention focused far from Envy, a blank yet violent violet gaze stretching into infinity, Lust spoke, hollow and emotionless—

“I suppose the jealous can’t help but covet. What a shame.”

((To everyone I have threads with.

I’ve been working on replies over the past two weeks and I have some stuff I’m ready to post. I’m sorry for being so unactive, but there were things I had to take care of IRL and I just needed to breathe.

I love you guys so much.))