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Title: Revolution Author: Willow’s Rain Recipient: @uc33bg Chapters: 1/3 (The next two to arrive soon!) Summary: "I have no idea what you're talking about. I always say exactly what I mean to say." Roy sniffed haughtily - something he had learned from his time schmoozing with the brass. Riza just stared at him blankly, blinking slowly, completely and utterly unimpressed by Roy's pretense. She had always been capable of seeing right through him. And most of the time he appreciated it; needed it, even. But today was enough of a shitstorm without throwing her blunt, but far too true criticisms at him. Unfortunately, despite how meticulously she looked over his papers, she hadn't quite gotten the memo that it was "Please give Roy Mustang a break" day. And neither had the rest of the military. Which was absolutely criminal if he said so himself. Which he did. But even more unfortunately, Riza just had to call him out on his bullshit, right in front of the rest of his team no less. "Of course. And I'm sure that's why Ed is gone and we're facing the very real threat of another government take over by Bradley's remaining supporters." The second part was not his fault and he said as much. Riza just raised an eyebrow at him, unamused. "If you say so, sir."

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36013006/chapters/89773498

Hey UC! I’m your gifter this year - sorry for the slight delay in getting this out! I tried to several of the suggestions you listed. And there’ll be more incoming once I get the rest of the story out. 

I hope you enjoy!

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no cuz i refuse to believe ed would just quit being a punk kid at the ending of fmab :/ do u even know him??

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ed warmup sketch from a few weeks ago ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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“You were all brought here to make you understand your position. That is all.”

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i live with a dog now and have been dreaming about my dog that died a few years ago. I imagine Den brought Ed a lot of cathartic comfort at certain times

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They fight like it’s on the calendar. Sometimes it’s about nothing; over before it’s begun. Sometimes it’s with words dense enough to build a brick wall between them. Really, they both have too many holes already to be poking any more in each other. 

The meeting place itself was never chosen consciously, and never discussed out loud. But it is always the same, and eventually it becomes a commitment. ‘Meet me here to say you’re sorry. Meet me here to promise we’ll keep trying. Meet me here and I’ll forgive you, because God knows we both need forgiving.’

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i just like the two of them working together a lot ok ;_;

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I would absolutely love to use this prompt at some point. Would that be alright as long as I credit you? 

The village you live in is built at the base of a large hill, a massive castle overlooking it. everyone is warned not to near the old decaying castle, telling tales of an evil creature that once lived there, its evil still lingering in the very walls. The elders had gathered together an army from the village folk, and with their army, they had stormed the castle and bound the creature within the deepest depths of the castle, never to see freedom again.

No one dared approach the old castle anymore, many having disappeared after trying to plunder whatever valuables were left behind. Those who survived, came back quaking in fear, weak, battered and bruised and talking about walls of eyes, rivers of blood, and shadows that hissed and snarled. At one point, they had attempted to burn it, only for the flames to be drowned quickly as the walls bled, soaking the surrounding land and tainting the earth and anything that grew there.

Despite all the warnings, you had always been rather drawn to the imposing castle, something about it seeming to tug gently at your heart. It was not a feeling you would ignore for long.

The village was not a particularly kind place to anyone different, and so it was no surprise when many of the bullies turned their attentions on you. You were weaker, smaller, Different. You became their favourite victim.

One day, sick of the adults looking the other way or reprimanding you for bothering them when you came to them for help, you went to the only place you knew they wouldn’t follow you. As soon as they saw what direction you were heading, they gave up, turning their cruel attentions onto other things.

You knew if you went back, they would simply start up again, so instead, you decided to finally fulfil your curiosity. The trek was long and difficult thanks to the overgrown track, but eventually, you found yourself facing the large castle. You could feel no “evil” as the villagers claimed, but you could feel something. 

For a time, you explored the courtyard, choosing not to try to enter the castle itself. It was beautiful despite its decay, many plants having overtaken the area, all of them looking slightly off. Drawn to the roses, you wandered closer, sitting down gingerly and gently running your fingers over the strangely dark petals, even the leaves appearing far darker than was natural.

Eventually you had to leave, so as not to be caught out at night, but your little visit started the beginning of something. Soon enough, you were spending most of your days in the courtyard of the castle, doing your best to avoid your usual bullies and the harsh words and stares of the adults. 

With the newfound freedom, you took the time to sneak away what books you could get your hands on, teaching yourself to read them better, knowing that you would not be caught here. Sometimes you would sing to yourself, dancing and twirling and feeling a spark of life bloom in your heart once more, simply relishing in the lack of judgement and cruelty.

At some point, you started to notice how the roses would perk up at your arrival, blooming more fully and leaning towards you as though you were the sun itself. Still, you never dared enter the castle itself, not wanting to push the boundaries of the safety you were afforded here. Not until one day.

Sighing, you mourned your inability to find new reading material out loud, silently stroking your fingers over a rose, and pretending not to notice how it almost nuzzled into your touch. You had grown comfortable here, and begun to take comfort in speaking to the roses themselves as if they could hear you. The sound of large doors creaking and groaning, nearly sent your heart into your throat, and nervously you looked upon the now open entrance to the looming castle. 

It was an invitation, one you knew could spell your end. Still you mustered your courage, standing slowly and making your way into the dim castle. Despite its decay, it was still beautiful, proof of its opulence available where ever you looked, though the scars of battle could be seen from time to time. Part of you could almost imagine it in its prime, a sight you would have loved to see.

Something seemed to guide you as you silently let your feet carry you deeper and deeper into the forbidden domain, your heart fluttering nervously in your chest as you felt a strange gaze upon you. You stopped before two large doors, watching as they silently swung open for you, baring what seemed to be a private library, filled to the brim with more books than you had ever seen before.

In a daze, you entered, looking around in the hopes of seeing the one who offered you such an opportunity. You found no one, and so instead spoke your tearful thanks to the air itself. For a moment, you could almost feel your watchers surprise.

From that day forth, your feet would guide you to the castle, and it would open its doors to you invitingly, providing you sanctuary, and access to a wealth of knowledge. It was more than you could ever have asked for or expected, and you made sure to give your thanks each and every time. You saw none of the horrors that so many spoke of, though you could always feel a gaze from all around you. You welcomed it, talking to the empty air much like you had done the roses, a strange sort of companionship forming.

Not all could go so well, as unfortunately your bullies never ceased their attentions whenever you were near. Some days you would arrive meek and bruised, and you could almost taste the anger in the air. Your disappearances received more and more scrutiny over the years, until one evening, it came to a head.

The beating you received that day was brutal, and the threat of the future was suddenly all to real. Battered and broken, you fled despite the dying light, running even as your body cried out, desperately seeking the one place where you felt protected.

Lost in your grief and fear, you never noticed as your feet took you down a different course. Your vision blurred as you ran, fighting back your tears as you raced down unfamiliar hallways. Eventually you came to a stop in a large room, the shadows thick enough that you couldn’t even see your hands before your face.

Finally your body gave out on you, and you collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down your face and mixing with the blood that flowed from your cuts, smearing against the floor below you. You felt the change in the air, though you had not the mind to focus on it in your despair.

Something rustled before you, and suddenly large hands were grasping at you, ever so gently pulling you into a broad chest, the strangers arms caging you tenderly against them. Sobbing and broken in their arms, you had never felt safer and more cared for.

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abo au where they can purr 

the best au ive ever created

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Thank you for the tag!!! <3 

Oof, where do I start? 

1. There’s usually one thing that inspires me to write a fic. It’s usually one specific scene, and then I start doing mental calisthenics to figure out how I can create point A so that it’ll flow to point B, with point B being the scene that I *actually* want to write. And then I get obsessed with that one part, replaying it over and over in my head while making minor changes to make it as *perfect* as possible. 

2. I get bored while I’m writing. So a lot of times, I’ll jump around in terms of the different scenes, and I’ll write out half of point A, then leave a few blank lines, and then skip over to point B to actually write that out. Then I get distracted by a new idea and the fic stagnates in my google docs for a while before I pull it back out and try to fill in the gaps between scenes as best as I can. 

3. I can’t listen to music while writing, but I do assign certain songs to certain ideas, especially if I’m obsessing over specific scenes. So that way when I’m in the car, I just turn on that song, and start replaying the scene over in my head while making fine adjustments. I also assign certain songs to certain characters. I’ll playing “Songs the Night Sings” by The Dark Element for Al, “Viva la Victoria” by Eclipse or “Mezame” by Yuki Kajiura for Ed. I don’t have a song yet for Roy, so I’ll take any suggestions anyone has for him! 

Tagging: @kylermalloy @konekowrites @kugisaki-nobara-rights

derpy writing habits — tag game

We’ve all got them. Share 3 then tag your writer friends. Here are mine:

1. Whenever I’m struggling with a chapter, I always pull up a blank document and begin writing all over again…from scratch. It helps me detach myself from the stuff that wasn’t working. However, this does mean that I end up with a million Google Doc files with titles like CH4 THE VERSION THAT BLOWS, CH4 THE ACTUAL FINAL THING, and CH4 FUCKING CHRIST LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN. It’s a hot mess lmao.

2. Even after publishing my most polished drafts on AO3, I’ll read the newly uploaded thing obsessively and continue making small edits here and there, whether it’s to continue refining my syntax, diction, or even formatting. This can happen up to ten times within one day. I’m a perfectionist and nothing is ever good enough 🤦🏻‍♀️

3. I have the weirdest fucking brain farts, and sometimes I’ll just…not complete a phrase. My most recent ones have been the phrases “I cannot emphasize enough” and “in a deadpan manner” — for whatever reason, I always leave out the last word and I’ll end up writing “I cannot emphasize” and “in a deadpan,” EVEN THOUGH I’LL COMPLETE THE PHRASE IF I SAY IT IN A CONVERSATION. Whenever I go back to read any old bits of correspondence or previously posted chapters and see these errors, I just end up looking like the gif below because I’m just like LOL WOW I SOUND LIKE A DOOFUS, BUT AT LEAST PEOPLE ARE STILL NICE TO ME:

Tagging @uchihasass, @sleepyfoxfanworks, @snickiebear​, @kaoruhana08​, @southsidestory​, @fm-white​, @sassafrassing-blog​!

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20 Questions

20 Questions tag~

Tagged by @deadlyglacier! Thank you! <3 

How many works do you have on AO3?

5! 

What’s your total AO3 word count?

16,903 

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In total? I’ve written for three. Rockman.EXE/Megaman NT Warrior when I was younger and on FF.Net, Persona 5 (that I deleted from AO3), and FMA

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well I only have five, so that’s easy at least! 

Aureate - Roy is a sap disaster when it comes to Ed. Contains lots of references to the color ‘gold’, copious amounts of schmoop, and some NSFW in the form of consensual somnophilia. 

The Waning Moon - Ed is dying from ALS. This was inspired by my work as a nursing assistant in an Assisted Living home, after I found that so, so many medical fics disregard the most ugly parts of dying. So I set out to make this as accurate and ugly as I possibly could. 

Floo-ke Encounters of the Magical Variety - The obligatory HP/FMA fusion set in the FMA-verse. Ed’s a wizard going to Hogwarts with a time turner and after a problem with the Floo, he comes out of Roy’s office fireplace when he’s supposed to be on a mission in South City. Whoops.

En Garde - The college tour-guide AU that I couldn’t actually bear to write as a tour-guide AU, so I wrote about Ed and Roy being on the fencing team. There’s a horrible amount of fencing innuendos, courtesy of Roy - and Ed threatening to shove Roy’s foil up his ass. I had way too much fun with this one. 

Dance with Books - An Ed/Al drabble that I wrote with two excellent prompt one liners. 

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to? But I kinda suck at it... I’ll get better at it, I swear! And comments make me scream happily. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

The Waning Moon. I gave the fic two different endings, with the ‘bad’ ending being the ‘true’ ending that I had in mind when I wrote it. In it, Ed offers what remains of his life to Truth in order to return Roy’s vision to him, and so that Ed no longer has to suffer with his disease. 

A snippet of the end of the 2nd chapter: 

He buried his face in his hands, covering his wretched eyes in the process. Edward might have given him his sight back, but now everything he saw was forever tainted with death.

Which was, Roy mused, a fate most befitting for the Flame Alchemist.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hm... Aureate, probably? It’s a sappy fic that you need to make sure you brush your teeth after reading, because it’ll give you cavities otherwise. It ends with the two of them saying ‘I love you’, so I’m not sure it gets much happier than that!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes! The Harry Potter one is the only one I’ve posted so far, but I’m currently planning out one for Persona 5 based in the FMA verse, where Roy and his team all have personas and the ability to enter the cognitive world. Roy and Ed are together, and Roy starts to have the nagging sensation that Ed might be suffering from a palace - and it turns out he’s right. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! But I also avoid FF.Net like the plague, so... that might have something to do with it. I also try to be very clear about anything that may be triggering, such as the pairings I write for, or any sensitive topics. So far, the haters have stayed away from my fics, phew! I hope it stays that way!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I mean, I wrote Aureate, so... yes? I struggle a lot with it, but I plan to keep writing to hopefully get better at it. But consensual smut is a must. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thank goodness no! 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no! 

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I’m working with someone right now to write an ABO-verse FMA fic. More details to come when we finish it :3 

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RoyEd. Preferably with Ed being aged up into adult age. There’s something about having two characters who both understand the demons that the other suffers from, and they can exist (and thrive) in each others’ worlds and minds that I absolutely adore. They’re also amazing foils for each other that cover each other’s weaknesses beautifully.  

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My P5-like rewrite of Brotherhood. Sigh. I want to. It’s one that incorporates the social aspect of P5 into FMA for Ed. IE - for each ‘rank up’ of each person that he bonds with, he grows his knowledge of alchemy, and gathers different talents that Truth gives him as he grows. 

For example, Truth is represented by the Fool arcana, and at first Rank with it - Ed gains the ability to read the intention behind any array that he sees. As he hits rank 2 with Truth, Truth has the ability to speak to Ed without being in Truth’s realm. 

With the other arcana, as he maxes out the social rank with each person, he gains knowledge of an array that he’ll need in order to fight Father on the Promised Day. But Maes dies before Ed can complete his social rank, SO WHAT IS HE GONNA DO?! :3

What are your writing strengths?

Uh, I’m not sure? I like to think that I channel the character whose POV I’m writing through pretty well. And I like showing their thoughts and attitudes through the story itself. 

As an example from En Garde - 

“Alright! Let’s get started, everyone! Sabres to the north, Foils with me in the center, and Epees to the south!” Roy called out, his voice projecting without making his voice sound any less attractive.

Holy fuck, Ed was already in over his head. He was screwed. Dead. Done. Double done. Absolutely and utterly fucked. And judging from Roy’s flirting, potentially actually fucked.

Shit.

And with that lovely thought, practice started.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I get bored, especially if there’s a part of the story that I’m extremely excited to write. I either start to skimp out on the details of the part of the story prior to it, or I’ll just skip right to the part that I *want* to write, which can sometimes make it read a bit awkwardly when I go back and try to connect it. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Eh. I find it pretty distracting, unless the words/titles are ones that are well known in the fandom. But if I have to scroll to the beginning or end of the chapter to get a translation, I’m not really going to enjoy it. If you *really* want to write in another language (which I’m not at all against), just put the english dialogue in a different type/font to show it’s in a different language. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Megaman NT Warrior (Rockman.EXE). God I loved that show so much when I was younger. I used to carry around notebooks and whenever I had to go to appointments, or I was on the bus, I would jot down ideas and write out stories. But holy shit I was *awful* at it! 

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Floo-ke Encounters. It was so much fun to write from start to finish. Roy singing into a stapler and dancing around his office (And can I just say that I am beyond disappointed that NO ONE noticed that he was singing “The Ring of Fire” from Johnny Cash. DISSAPOINT.), Roy having a more or less panic attack as he realized that there were, in fact, TWO Edward Elrics existing at the same time, and Ed’s sheer glee in tormenting Roy. I love it! 

Tagging: @kylermalloy @konekowrites @kugisaki-nobara-rights

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@theelrics​ If you’re looking for any other HoH Ed fics, VampiricalThorns wrote one! https://archiveofourown.org/works/20016985/chapters/47396386

idk this silly idea just wouldn't leave me alone lol (and yes winry made the hearing aids)

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