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and THIS is the giant image gallery I’ve been breaking my fingers getting all the images into!  

This is a giant organized gallery of most of the art I made for this story, both times.  The reSWAN portion is enormous.  

There are probably things you haven’t seen here!  Have a good time looking at ancient shit and new shit alike!

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Chapters: 28/28
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Johnny “Nny” C./Edgar Vargas, Devi D./Tenna
Characters: Edgar Vargas, Devi D., Jimmy “Mmy”, Johnny “Nny” C., Tenna
Additional Tags: Songfic, AU, Rewrite, Asexual Character, Asexuality
Summary:

“Reincarnation is complicated and apparently not a refined system. When the lines between lives are blurry at best, and memories seep in from the person you were, do you stay the person you are? Who do you want to be, and do you want to be seen?”

Sharing a bit of a personal experiment in rewriting ‘Song Without A Name’, a fanfic I began writing in 2004. You absolutely don’t need to the read the original to read this, and I’d actually prefer if you didn’t! If you do decide to track it down, please just keep in mind things have changed in over ten years, even if I’m still using the same summary!

Even more excessive notes inside~! Updates on the 10th of the month. Complete.


The End.


I’m done, and I feel kind of sick about it.   I’m putting it up a day early because I’ll be at work tomorrow an unable to orchestrate everything I need to do.  Thank you for reading this thing that was my world for so long.  Please, please enjoy it.  It is my thing.  More long winded talk under here: 

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Now, there’s this about cynicism, Sergeant. It’s the universe’s most supine moral position. Real comfortable. If nothing can be done, then you’re not some kind of shit for not doing it, and you can lie there and stink to yourself in perfect peace.
Miles Naismith Vorkosigan, “Borders of Infinity” by Lois McMaster Bujold