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redwineflowers · 24 days

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But she's a black magic woman

And she's tryin' to make a devil out of me

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #marcille dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #wine ink #artists on tumblr #farcille

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redwineflowers · 25 days

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I care about them so much

#i adore them #reblog #others art

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redwineflowers · 25 days

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[ID: A digital illustration of Marcille from Dungeon Meshi. She is standing holding her staff in her left hand. She's creating a magical golden light within the ring at the top of her staff, looking up at it and smiling. End description.]

Started watching Dungeon Meshi last night and Marcille already has my heart

#LOVE HER #reblog #others art

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redwineflowers · 25 days

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Mwah <3

#farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #wine ink #artists on tumblr #farcille fanart #marcille x falin #falin x marcille

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redwineflowers · 1 month

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Toradeen doodle bc I'm trying to figure out how to use clip studio paint (I am struggling)

#toradeen #g3 toradeen #monster high #g3 monster high #monster high g3 #clawdeen wolf #toralei stripe #g3 toralei stripe #g3 clawdeen wolf #wine ink

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redwineflowers · 3 months

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If Resident Evil 6 had only 10 fans I'm one of them

#ily #re6 you will always be famous to me #reblog #others art

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redwineflowers · 4 months

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Hi !! @courtmartialme I'm your @fmasecretsanta !!

As I fellow Riza enjoyer I was very excited when I got you as my giftee

I really enjoy so many different Riza pairings, but I settled on Kimblee/Riza, because there just isn't enough content of them, and I was very excited to draw them both in suits with little hats

I hope you enjoy it ^^

#fmasecretsanta #riza hawkeye #solf j. kimblee #kimbliza #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #kimblee x riza #solf j. kimblee x riza hawkeye #wine ink

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redwineflowers · 4 months

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Hi @redwineflowers

I'm your Secret Santa for @fmasecretsanta. I settled for something involving the Roy, Ed and Team Mustang. You asked for something seasonal so I hope this fits :) I really hope you enjoy this.

Happy Holidays!

No Warnings except Ed's filthy mouth as per canon.

It’s customary to eat, drink and play mind games

Ed handed the report to Mustang. For once, his commanding officer didn’t even look at it and scrutinise it, looking for reasons to complain. Ed didn’t like it. It made him suspicious.

“Can I go now, or do you have a mission for me?”

“No mission, Fullmetal, but make sure you come to this address tomorrow.” Mustang handed him a piece of paper with an address on it. “Team building exercise, attendance mandatory."

Ed sighed loudly and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it. "Why when I could be doing something important like researching how to get our bodies back?"

"Because I said so! But if it helps, there will be free food.”

“Fine,” Ed said grudgingly.

“Do Alphonse a favour and bring him with you. I think he will enjoy it."

"He's not on your team, asshole."

Mustang just smirked, "Just do it, Fullmetal. You will regret it if you don’t. Besides, you might have a little bit of fun."

"Don't call me little."

"I didn't call you little. I said you would be short on fun if you didn't come."

Ed glared at Mustang, then turned to Al at Fuery’s desk. “C’mon, Al. Let’s get out of here.”

He stomped from the office and prepared to slam the door behind them, but Al beat him to closing it.

“I wanted to slam that.”

"Brother, the whole building can hear you, and I am the one with armour."

"Stupid bonding activity. What a waste of time. Did you hear that… in the office? He couldn’t even ask you himself. Stupid egotistical asshole."

"I heard,” Al said. “I think it could be fun. It probably means it isn't strictly business if he wants me to come. Maybe it’s a party?"

"He wants us to praise him and fall at his feet if it's a party. That man is a narcissist."

“Cheer up, brother. It probably won't be that bad.”

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The brothers were able to locate the address the following day. The house was a narrow townhouse in an unremarkable neighbourhood.

Ed had no idea what this so-called team bonding session entailed and was getting suspicious. Mustang had been vague.

He turned to his brother. “What do you reckon, Al? Is this some prank?”

“Why would Mustang play a prank on us?”

Ed shrugged and rang the bell. “Who knows what goes through his fat head?”

“Brother, don’t be so rude.”

Mustang opened the door, a broad grin on his face. "Welcome to my humble abode, Fullmetal and Alphonse."

"Your house?” Ed spluttered. “You have a house!"

"Why so surprised? I don’t live in my office,” Mustang frowned, “although it feels like that sometimes. I need somewhere to sleep. Well, will you come in or just stand there gawping?"

"Thanks for inviting us, Lieutenant Colonel," Al said.

Ed rolled his eyes.

“At least one of you has manners.”

Mustang was as smug as usual.

"I guess so," Ed grumbled.

The boys followed the older man down a narrow hall into a poky living room. It was very basic, not homely like the Hughes home. There was a couch, an armchair and a dining table. Ed would have expected more luxury from Mustang. This wasn’t the type of house he expected his superior officer to live in. The man had money, but Ed had no idea why he spent so frugally on his house.

The rest of the team was already present. Breda and Havoc were sitting at the table in the corner. Hawkeye, Falman and Fuery were squashed on the couch while Mustang sat on a beaten-up-looking armchair beside a roaring fire.

“Hey, boys,” Hawkeye said.

Falman and Fuery waved.

“C’mon, join us over here,” Havoc waved them to the table.

Ed’s mouth watered as he stared at the table piled with food. There were doughnuts, cinnamon cookies, mince pies and different assortments of cake.

Grabbing a plate, Ed helped himself to as much as he could.

“I am a growing boy,” he said when Havoc raised an eyebrow. And I would happily bankrupt Mustang.”

“I am sure you would,” Breda said.

“Is this Mustang’s house for real?” Ed asked.

The red-haired man nodded. “He would hardly invite you to someone else’s house, would he?”

“Did you not notice the pictures over the fireplace?” Al asked.

“Huh?” Ed glanced over the roaring fire and noticed a picture of a very young-looking Roy with a woman who must be his mother and another with himself and Hughes. ”Ok, I get it; it’s his house.” He shoved a cream pastry in his mouth. “It’s good.” He gestured about the room. “What’s this about anyway?”

“This is a Yule tradition,” Havoc said. “The boss has us over for food, hot chocolate and egg nog."

“I am surprised that Mustang pays for all this. He is usually complaining about the money he's spending.”

Bewda chuckled. “To be fair, Ed, that's because chaos follows you wherever you go, and he has to answer for your actions and damages.”

“I can't say I have heard of him being stingy,” Havoc said. “I mean, he spends on clothes.”

“Are you all blind? There is hardly any furniture in this place. He's probably too miserly to pay to redecorate. No wonder he can't keep a woman. Miserable bastard.”

Havoc choked on a piece of cake.

“I think he heard that,” Al whispered.

Mustang was looking over at them, his eyes narrowed. Ed ignored him and looked away. When he looked back again, he was in deep conversation with Hawkeye. He didn't understand those two. They were so different. He wondered why she put up with him. Hughes, too, could do better than Mustang as a friend. He turned back to Havoc and Breda.

Breda took out a deck of cards. “Do you want to play a game, boys?”

Hawkeye coughed loudly. “No gambling with the children.”

“She has eyes in the back of her head,” Havoc whispered.

Ed scowled and crossed his arms. “I’m not a child.”

“You can play for these,” Roy approached the table and dropped two boxes of matches.

“Why do you have matchsticks?” Ed asked. “I thought you were a matchstick.”

Mustang ignored him.

Havoc smirked. “Trying to impress Hawkeye?”

Ed frowned, then looked over at Hawkeye. She was smiling. Why would Mustang want to impress Hawkeye anyway? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

“Shut up!” Mustang rubbed the back of his neck.

Ed thought he looked embarrassed for some reason. As tempted as he was, he didn't say anything. The man returned to Hawkeye.

Ed was enjoying himself but didn't want to let anyone know that. He wouldn’t give Mustang the satisfaction after all when he had made a fuss out of going. He liked the team even if he thought Mustang was arrogant and a user.

Al declined to play and opted to sit with Fuery instead, while Falman agreed to observe and ensure there was no cheating.

It felt nice to be able to celebrate. Ed didn’t like to admit it, but being so far from home this time of year felt lonely. He promised Granny and Winry they would visit for the new year. It reminded him of his mother and her excellent baking, Granny's special winter stew, and Winry's little mechanical toys from when she was a kid. At least he had Al. He couldn't do any of this without Al. He needed his brother. He had failed him once and would never do it again. He would get his brother's soul back in his body if that were the last thing he ever did. It always felt wrong to return home without Al’s body. He swore his return would be with his body every time he left.

“You alright, Ed?” Havoc bumped his shoulder. “It’s your turn.”

“Yeah, I was just thinking.” He searched for an excuse. “Um, I was wondering why Mustang wants to impress Hawkeye?”

The three men chuckled.

“Oh, Ed, he wants to get her under the mistletoe.”

Ed grimaced. “Ew, no. Bleurgh.”

Falman shook his head. “Havoc, you really shouldn’t make jokes like that. You don’t want to fuel office gossip.”

“It’s just the chief.” Havoc shrugged. “Besides, it’s like him and Winry.”

“Winry-” Ed’s face heated. “She’s my friend.”

“That’s what the Boss says, or he says she’s my subordinate.”

“Havoc, I think you drank too much,” Breda said. “Loose lips sink ships. Never mind him, Ed.”

Havoc leaned forward, “Well, they’re missing right now, right? I wonder what they are up to.”

Ed wrinkled his nose. “Hawkeye knows better than that.” He hadn’t noticed them leave.

Breda chuckled. “He’s talking crap, Ed. They’re getting drinks, although I don’t think Havoc should be allowed any of Hawkeye’s eggnog.”

Breda’s assertion was proved by Mustang and Hawkeye returning from the kitchen at that moment. Both held a tray of drinks and started to pass them out.

Ed glared at Havoc as Mustang handed him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. He should have known better to listen to Havoc. Hawkeye had better taste than that.

Mustang coughed to get everyone's attention once they all had their hot chocolate or egg nog. "To Team Mustang." He lifted his mug. "It's been a good year, men. And we have two newcomers this Yule. Tonight I'll be nice. Tomorrow it will be back to normal."

“To us and our pain in the ass leader,” Ed said.

“Hear, hear," said the pain in the ass. “I do this every year for all my men; you are part of the team now. You too, Al, an honorary one.” He smirked. “But don't get used to it. I am a miserable bastard, after all.”

Al looked at Ed.

Ed glared back. “Don't say anything.”

“I was just going to say, Happy Yule, Ed.”

#reblog #THIS WAS SO CUTE RAHHHH #i love it so much #tyyyyyy #: DDD

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redwineflowers · 4 months

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