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a white horse, to conquer; a red horse, to make war; a black horse, to starve; a pale horse, to die

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WIP week day 4 : A WIP featuring your OTP

Well they all do since I'm always writing about royai (and when I don't it's havoroyai, so 🤷🏻‍♀️), but right now the only one I have with me is the Office Olympics prompt for Royai week. I didn't want to use an AU for this but oh, well.

Riza had a small smile back. “I figured that if Havoc was right, you hadn’t eaten much since yesterday.” “I got ravioli for lunch.” “And you wharfed them down like you hadn’t eaten in weeks.” More warmth in Roy's neck. Had he been so… obvious? And disgusting? In front of her? His first reaction was to deny, to whine, and to assure her that he was fine and as healthy as could be. She had seen him. She had seen his flat. He couldn’t offend her by keeping the mask on. Besides, the food she had set on his desk smelled heavenly. He sighed. “Thank you.” He paused. “For… looking after me.” Riza’s smile broadened. “You’re welcome.” “Share with me?” He gestured towards the takeaway cardboard box on his desk, and she smiled broader yet. “I have my own.” Roy couldn't help but smile stupidly in return. It’d been so long since they’d shared something like this — they used to do that often, at the beginning of their chase. But now their work and duties and surveillances and trails and leads had piled up, leaving them very few room to sit down and eat together, even if it was to discuss the case. Which they couldn't, right now, for they were sitting in the very den of the lion they were hunting. But tonight, it felt like a very cosy den.

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WIP week day 3 : Your most popular WIP

Since I try to post things when they are mostly written and try to round them up quickly I only have one WIP that is currently being posted and I already shared about it for day 1.

HOWEVER.

I've decided to tweak this a little. This isn't my most popular WIP, but it's the sequel for my most popular work. Here's an excerpt from the sequel to All the hope that I lost, you have found 😁

This is part of the prologue.

“Let’s start and visit, maybe?” The old man wasn’t an estate agent – he was selling a family house. That was probably part of his nervousness. The rest might have come from Roy. Either he had recognized him, or just his demeanor was enough to scare him, but the old man kept glancing at him, looking like a small, scared mouse. “You have three rooms downstairs, four, smaller, upstairs.” “That’s more than we need.” “Don’t listen to him, he’s been sleeping on a couch for years.” That was gratuitous, but Roy had started getting on [Riza's] nerves, too. His scowl got deeper, but at least he stopped being negative out loud. He just followed her, his hand on her arm, as the old man led them through each of the downstairs, then upstairs rooms. Then, once they got back into the corridor, he let go of her. Riza took it as a good sign, and let the old man tell her about the house’s history, the changes that had been done over the years, the people who used to live there. She absentmindedly listened while she looked at the dark paneling, the old wall paper. It was a little old fashioned, but pretty classy, and while Roy’d stayed unblinking when they’d toured and she’d described it to him, Riza thought he liked it. Or would like it. Roy had drifted apart from her, seemingly walking around without a goal, passing his hand over the woodworks and walls, exploring the corridor until he disappeared into the empty living room.

Riza poked her head through the door after a short while, to see him with his hand on the fireplace mantelpiece. “Found the chimney, have you?” Roy shrugged, then knocked against the stone. “It’s marble.” “Yes.” “Do we have enough money for a house with a marble chimney?” “You tell me. You’re the General.” Roy rolled his eyes and turned away from her.

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La baïonnette, French cavalry cartoon.

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I will never cease to be amazed by books. Seriously. Just think about it: thousands of people read the same book but in each one’s mind the characters look different and the setting changes and we’re all reading the same thing but it’s so unique to each of us. That is insanely cool.

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Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One (Bracket 9)

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WIP week day 2 : Your newest WIP

So new and shiny it was started a couple of hours ago. This is my (late, I'm always late) entry for Royai Week's last prompt, Beach Episode (I have to post the previous one too ! I am working on it. Life is not ever slowing down here 🥲).

It will join the already posted parts in this series once posted, which are all linked together and take place in the same modern - no alchemy AU.

But Roy didn’t leave [Riza] any room to feel bad or wonder about Edward. He stomped in his direction, and loomed over him, until his shadow covered the teenager’s phone screen.

“Hey! Piss off!” Edward shouted, looking up at once, seemingly ready to fight.

“Hello, Edward.” Roy grinned at him. “Oh. It’s you.” “Waiting for anyone else?” “Not really, no,” Edward pocketed the phone, and pouted at him. “You’re late.” “Only fashionably.” Roy waved if off. “Which can’t really be said for this — that’s one choice of decoration, to say the least.” Roy was pointing at Edward’s leg, covered in stylised flames and skulls. Riza braced herself, and opened her mouth to tell Roy off, but Ed grinned back at him. “Like it? I designed it myself. Usual prosthetics are so boring.” “It’s the Rockbell's work, right?” Edward nodded, but didn’t extrapolate — he striked back instead. “It’s way more stylish than your shirt. Hawaiian? How old are you, eighty? And you’re at the beach, that’s not a button up.” “Did you summon us to talk fashion?” “You started it.” “You’ve got to admit that thing is not something you can look away from.” “That’s the point, you twat. Better give people something to talk about, since they won’t look away anyway.”

I hope to finish part 4 not too late so I can write more of this part then! But I had the idea for this conversation and so I wrote it.

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WIP week day 1 : Your oldest WIP

I'm late !!! But I want to play !!! I've decided to do this with only my Royai stuff or else I'd have to dig into years old stuff.

So for this, my oldest WIP is 1923, my WWI AU, which is the only one I have already started posting ! It's already 10 chapters in.

To anyone who's waiting for more stuff : here is some, and I am so very sorry I got late on posting. I still have a lot already written, but it is missing specific scenes that need to be read first. Thank you for your patience ❤️

Here's an excerpt from chapter 11 :

Roy feels a little out of place, suddenly, in front of the Master and his enormous house. Roy has never lacked anything, Aunt Chris made sure of that, and she also made sure he got an education, or he wouldn't be there, but his upbringing is far from anything that could have happened in this manor, he thinks. The Master shakes him from his reverie, holding a hand in his direction. "Welcome to the Hawkeye's estate, Mr Mustang. It is not the best kept place in Scotland, but I hope you will feel at home while we work together." He turns to the kid by his side, opening his arms. "This is my daughter, Elizabeth. She will show you to your room." Roy re-evaluates the girl's age. With her short hair and old overalls, he had taken her for a young boy, maybe eleven or twelve. Now that he looks closer he thinks she's more like thirteen or fourteen. Not that he minds. He has never known kids younger than him, except for the occasional accident among his sisters. When he was himself a kid, he hoped one of them would become his little brother or sister. But the big sister and their babies quickly disappeared and were rarely seen again. Now he knows better. The girl's face is as round as her father's is gaunt, her eyes as big and curious as Master Hawkeye's are small, sad and sunken. Her hair as golden and fluffy as his is thin and flaxen. There's also an unmistakable curiosity in the way she looks at him, one he's used to. She must have never seen anyone like him. He smiles at her, and says hi.

I'll try to post more as soon as I can !!!

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WIP Week (Work-In-Progress Week) Returns in June!

WIP Week is a week dedicated to updating fanfic or other types of fanworks.  All fandoms are welcome to participate.  Original works are also accepted.  Please tag your entries with the #wipweek or #wip week tag. Since multiple fandoms and ships are participating, please clearly list the fandoms, ships, and content warnings in the post so that they can be properly tagged for any potential readers.

The second WIP Week of 2025 will be held June 22-28. 

Each day will have a theme, but you do not have to post every day. You are also not obligated to follow these themes. You can work on one fic or fanwork for the entire week if you choose. If you’re not comfortable posting full updates but still want to participate in the week, you can post your daily word count and/or a small snippet from your work.

Here are the prompts for WIP Week:

June 22: Your Oldest WIP

June 23: Your Newest WIP

June 24: Your Most Popular WIP

June 25: A WIP Featuring Your OTP

June 26: Your Favorite WIP

June 27: Your Previously Unpublished WIP

June 28: Any WIP

You can post completed/updated fanworks to the official WIP Week AO3 Collection!

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Absolutely delighted to have a fucking cold when it's 35C outside.

Awesome. Really.

Now I gotta go to work and I have MORE work than usual, more hours with the kids, plus meetings.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks left.

My head is going to explode and my throat is killing me. Two fucking weeks.

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Gaudir   -   Keiko Ogawa

Japanese , b. 1974  -

Mixed media on canvas ,  100 x 81 cm.

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obligatory post today

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Last Line Tag Game

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words in it.

I was tagged by @sassydefendorflower ! Thank you friend 🥰

“You know I won’t let you reiterate your feat from last night, right?”

This is from my late entry for day 4 of Royai Week, Office Olympics (which I both took too literally and folded this way and that for my stuff to fit, eh). I WILL finish this whole week thing

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There's too many words in this 🥲 I tag @qs63 @dairogo @rizaposting @lynyangell @mabonetsamhain @littleragondin @riotbrrrd @wingsofescape @fleur-de-violette @fleur-dd-automne and I forget who I should tag so please if you see this do it and tag me so I can see.

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Nihitober Day 8: Cage