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disabled-characters-showdown · 10 months

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Disabled Characters Showdown

Notes:

1.) Characters are listed below the cut because there’s a ridiculous amount of them.

2.) This is going to be a 128 person showdown. Because of this there are going to be a few adjustments from how we normally do our polls. First- not all characters will have character descriptions, because we have neither the time or inclination to do so. There still will be character images along with image descriptions, but that’s about it. Second- because of how many polls this is, the first round will be released in waves of 16 polls per day over the span of 4 days. The other rounds will not be impacted. Third- the first wave of polls will be dropping on the 28th.

3.) If you want to submit propaganda about any of these characters feel free to because otherwise you will get things like this: “Haven’t the faintest clue who this is, so you get no context.” You can also submit character images because most of them will be horrible due to us just pulling most of them from the fandom page.

4.) If you have any issues about any characters feel free to shoot us an ask. That being said, this poll isn’t really about who is the best representation. See more details here. If you are wondering why a character is on the list feel free to ask and we’ll tell you but we’re not gonna put on reasoning for all of the characters.

5.) We tried our best with some of the names, but also are not familiar with some of the characters on this list so if there’s any issues there please let us know.

Marvel:

Clint Barton

Maya Lopez

Makkari

Matt Murdock

Professor X

Nick Fury

Bucky Barnes

Madame Web

Stick

James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes

Daniel Sousa

Nebula

Jeri Hogarth

Jessica Jones

Phil Coulson

DC:

Barbara Gordon

Joseph ‘Joey’ Wilson/ Jericho

Destiny of the Endless

Freddy Freeman

Roy Harper- Young Justice

Animes/K-Dramas:

Jin Bu-yeon- Alchemy of Souls

Edward Elric- Fullmetal Alchemist

Might Guy- Naruto

Hatori Sohma- Fruits Basket

Vash the Stampede- Trigun

Yang Xiao Long- RWBY

Neopolitian- RWBY

Nunnally vi Britannia- Code Geass

Jean-Pierre Polnareff- JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Ali Abdul- Squid Game

Naruto Uzumaki- Naruto

Sasuke Uchiha- Naturo

Yuuri Katsuki- Yuri!!! On Ice

Star Wars/Trek/Aliens:

Geordi La Forge- Star Trek: The Next Generation

Luke Skywalker- Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars

Kanan Jarrus- Star Wars

Shiro- Voltron: Legendary Defender

Keyla Detmer- Star Trek: Discovery

Alex Manes- Roswell, New Mexico

Commander Wolffe- Star Wars

Chirrut Îmwe- Star Wars

River Tam- Firefly

Saw Gerrera- Star Wars

Wrecker- Star Wars

Visas Marr- Star Wars Legends

Darth Traya/Kreia- Star Wars Legends

Fennec Shand- Star Wars

Tahl- Star Wars Legends

Darth Maul- Star Wars

Echo- Star Wars

Breha Organa- Star Wars

Non-Animated TV Shows:

Connie- The Walking Dead

Eileen Leahy- Supernatural

Joel Miller- The Last of Us

Christopher Diaz- 9-1-1

Aaron- The Walking Dead

Ben Scott- Yellowjackets

Fei- The Umbrella Academy

Ian Gallagher- Shameless

Sara Eriksson- Young Royals

Mateo Chavez- 9-1-1 Lone Star

Lucius Spriggs- Our Flag Means Death

John Silver- Black Sails

Prince Wilhelm- Young Royals

Theo Dimas- Only Murders in the Building

Books:

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Hearthstone- Magnus Chase

Dezi- The Sunbearer Trials

Katniss Everdeen- The Hunger Games

Ambrosius Goldenloin- Nimona

Lord Blackheart- Nimona

Genya Safin- Grishaverse

Peeta Mellark- The Hunger Games

Kaz Brekker- Grishaverse

Oscar Silva- Renegades

Erik- The Tea Dragon Society

Linh Cinder- The Lunar Chronicles

Wu Zetian- Iron Widow

Wylan Van Eck- Grishaverse

Nova Huang- Mooncakes

Percy Newton- The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

Jack Wolcott- Wayward Children

Ty Blackthorn- City of Heavenly Fire

Scarlet Benoit- The Lunar Chronicles

Carswell Thorne- The Lunar Chronicles

Adrik Zhabin- Grishaverse

Maedhros- The Silmarillion

Beren- The Silmarillion

Frodo Baggins- Lord of the Rings

Ettiene- The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Kate Rose- Cosmoknights

Alex Claremont-Diaz- Red, White & Royal Blue

Jack Zimmerman- Check Please!

Charlie Spring- Heartstopper

Movies:

Reagan Abbot- A Quiet Place

Jia Andrews- Godzilla vs. Kong

Carl- Up

Hiccup- How To Train Your Dragon

Toothless- How To Train Your Dragon

Gobber- How To Train Your Dragon

Hermann Gottlieb- Pacific Rim

Massimo Marcovaldo- Luca

Imperator Furiosa- Mad Max: Fury Road

Drago Bludvist- How To Train Your Dragon

Animated TV Shows:

Amaya- The Dragon Prince

Toph Beifong- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Teo- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Eda Clawthorne- The Owl House

Entrapta- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Finn Mertens- Adventure Time

Jewelstar- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Tallstar- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Villads- The Dragon Prince

Marcy Wu- Amphibia

Mr. Poolcheck- Gravity Falls

Principal Bump- The Owl House

Captain ‘Grime’ Grimothy- Amphibia

Ida, Bev, and Florabel- Kipo: Age of the Wonderbeasts

Ming-Hua- Avatar: Legend of Korra

Sol Regem- The Dragon Prince

Combustion Man- Avatar: The Last Airbender

Other Stuff:

Janice Palmer- Welcome to Nightvale

Nessarose Thropp- Wicked

Kotallo- Horizon Forbidden West

Norma- Dead End Paranormal Park

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jabbage · 1 year

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Ok hold on tight fellas, a few months ago I was basking in the glory of the Tom and Jerry meet Sherlock Holmes movie having surprisingly gorgeous animation and a Holmes and Watson with genuine chemistry.

I've got a new favourite "Why in the world does this try as hard as it does" animated Sherlock Holmes adaptation.

Sherlock Holmes and the Great Escape (or sometimes i've seen it translated as the Great Jail-break?), animated in Hong Kong, released in 2019.

What you need to know about this movie:

For some reason, Sherlock Holmes is cosplaying as Yellow Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist throughout. In fact, there are a number of shots that I think are direct references to Fullmetal Alchemist. I have no idea why this decision was made.

Watson is a rather effeminate pink cat who sports this delightful bow tie/bowler hat/cropped trousers ensemble. He is somehow still definitely John Watson, transmogrified into a femme anime cat person.

Despite being a world full of multicoloured anthropomorphic characters, characters can be murdered in this movie? There are actual guns that look like guns? Systemic causes of poverty are considered? The law is not always just? Prisons do not work? I mean I'm not saying any of these issues are addressed in an especially sophisticated way, but I wasn't expecting them to be addressed at all!

Actual Moments of Pathos?!!! !!!!!!!

These characters aren't actually called Mrs Hudson and Wiggins, but they are definitely Mrs Hudson and Wiggins.

There is an Arsene Lupin-esque gentleman thief character who I genuinely like.

As part of the mysteries there are animated illustrations of basic physics, like what happens to molecules when water is frozen or air pressure changes. Science education ++

Pink Femme Catson gets a Reichenbach moment where he gets to scream his Sherlock's first name dramatically. Of course.

This happens:

"It seemed to me that in that moment, my dear friend anthropomorphic anime Edward Elric ripoff Sherlock Holmes was more nearly moved by the softer emotions than I had ever seen him."

.....

So yeah that was an unexpectedly wild ride.

EDIT Also Pink Kitty Watson sets the bar punishingly high for Watsons not taking much nonsense from their Holmses

#sherlock holmes and the great escape #weird animated sherlock holmes

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mcverse · 8 months

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May I please have Fullmetal Alchemist brotherhood headcanons of Al Elric with a gentle Hinata female S/O (Hinata from the Naruto Shippuden series is who I mean.). S/O knew Al since childhood and admittedly Al loves his S/O dearly because she is extremely kind regardless of the background she grew up in..she grew up with a extremely strict father and a younger sister who was better than her at combat exactly like Hinata from the Naruto series. S/O often got horribly flustered and embarrassed when shown any affection whatsoever..and she often fainted because of that..

S/O goes by the She/her pronouns because she is a girl..

Edward Elric's relationship with Al's girlfriend..

Al is a shortened nickname by Edward by the way..

If you don't mind doing this Headcanon of Al Elric with a Hinata! S/O (Hinata from the Naruto Shippuden series)..*I can highly imagine Al being a total gentleman towards his girlfriend*

Alphonse is so cute!

Righty-o! I find this interesting so I’m doing this next 🫶

#☆ 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 — 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 #fma fanfiction #fma #fma x reader #fma brotherhood #fma alphonse #fma edward #full metal alchemis brotherhood #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist Al #fma Al #fma fanfic #alphonse x reader

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limetameta · 2 years

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Kimblee: My mother taught me to be a gentleman. She also taught me never to hold onto a stick of dynamite for too long. I think there's some truth in that. Life is like a stick of dynamite, Edward, and you need to blow it up before it blows you up.

Edward Elric: ????????? OK weirdo.

Kimblee: I'm imparting worldly wisdom on you and this is the thanks I get.

#kimblee #metallic crimson #edward elric

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valiant-noble-soul · 3 years

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🌟 = stargazing

send one for my muse’s reaction to yours...

“Brother? What are you doing up? We have school in the morning.”

It was just an excuse really. Alphonse couldn’t explain it, but he somehow immediately knew when he was left alone, despite being dead asleep. He’d suddenly felt so much colder. Smaller. Almost like the darkness of the room was looking to swallow him whole.

Maybe it made him a big crybaby, but he wasn’t ready to sleep alone. He couldn’t stand being in the house alone.

Alphonse looked up at the stars that had captured his brother’s attention. They were shining brightly, just like they did every night....just like they had done before they lost her. It was like the world had no idea the Elric brothers’ world had been shattered just a few weeks ago. Or maybe it just didn’t care.

Still, even knowing that, Al couldn’t help but feel a wistful sense of relief as the stars twinkled without any sort of pattern.

“I know we don’t believe in the afterlife, Brother, but I must admit there’s a strange sort of comfort from the idea of it. Can’t you just imagine those stars being Mom’s eyes? Looking down at us? They’re just as bright as hers are, after all.”

He forgot to mention Mom in the past tense again. Would there actually be a day when he’d be able to? He wasn’t sure. Did he really have to anyway? It wasn’t a goal he had any desire to reach.

@alchemic-elric

#:D #I’m so glad to see you!#have some pain!#i’m a gentleman [alphonse elric—that’s me!]#the true me [alphonse with human body]#small body;big heart! [edward elric]#v.brotherhood #rp memes #rp meme answers #asks #al answers

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flourchildwrites · 3 years

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“I want all my alchemists, current and former, to lay low for the time being while we reassess the State Alchemy program. I am here to ask what you want in return for your service and your discretion.”

Behind the reflective surface of his horn-rimmed glasses, Grumman’s eyes shift to the foot of Alphonse’s bed where Izumi’s cookbook sits open. “Your just deserts, as it were,” he adds with a smirk.

Alphonse doesn’t have to ponder what their plans are.

“All we want is to go home, sir, to Resembool,” Alphonse answers. He smiles to lighten the mood; loose skin pulls around the corners of his grin. “And I’d also like to see a few friends. Maybe try some of the foods from my list before we leave Central."

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Relationships & Characters: Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Izumi Curtis/Sig Curtis, Gracia Hughes, Elicia Hughes, Grumman, Winry Rockbell, Pinako Rockbell

Genre: Character Study, Post-Promised Day, Recovery, Just Deserts

Trigger Warnings: Underweight Character

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,967 words (Complete)

A/N: I'm incredibly excited to share the fic I wrote for @fmacookbookzine, Tastes of Amestris! Most of the desserts mentioned in the story have recipes in the cookbook. I owe a special thanks to the zine moderator as well as my betas, Tas and @vino-and-doggos. I appreciate kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes, and reblogs if you feel so inclined.

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The repair becomes part of the object’s history and enhances its beauty.

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There is a plate in the china cabinet of Pinako’s kitchen that Alphonse likes best. It looks the same as the others with pale pink vines looping along the fluted rim. Yet, this particular piece is set apart from the rest. Once cracked in half, Alphonse’s favorite plate has a vein of gold that binds the fractured parts together.

He was there when it happened on Winry’s sixth birthday. Ms. Sarah assembled an unorthodox birthday dessert in honor of the occasion, an elegant presentation of fresh berries, whipped cream, and puffs of baked meringue. The final touch was a pinch of mint, and once combined, Winry gazed excitedly at her mother’s handiwork stacked atop the fine china. In her wonder, the child’s footing faltered.

All told, it was an everyday accident that had Pinako tutting softly under her breath as she picked up the pieces; however, precious little went to waste in the Rockbell household—a place where broken things (and sometimes people) came to be restored. With the conscience of a healer and the precision of a surgeon, Granny carefully glued the jagged edges together with golden lacquer. Raised lines stuck out along the break and dried, leaving the piece even more beautiful for the story it had to tell.

When Alphonse looks in the mirror now, his face also tells a story. Though, he thinks that it is not a tale the hospital staff wants to hear. They are thankful for the large red letters that read ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ stamped across his medical chart. They look away from the sunken eyes and gaunt cheeks that stare back at Alphonse from the mirror Sig is holding for him. Each time Alphonse sees himself, he half expects to confront a gunmetal helmet with half-moon holes glowing red and horizontal vents instead of gutting cheekbones. The reality is disorienting but not unwelcome.

Like the metallic bond holding together his favorite plate, Alphonse likes the way his golden eyes gleam with the satisfaction of seeing his and Edward’s bodies restored. All except for his brother’s leg, and perhaps Edward does not regret that loss. It was a price paid-in-full for the people the Elric brothers helped and the lesson they learned, albeit the hard way.

Alphonse’s fingers tremble as he grasps the razor. He glances up from the mirror to the burly bear of a man holding it. “Press the razor to your face and gently pull upward,” Sig kindly instructs. “Let it do the work for you.”

The young man nods and does as instructed, ready to savor the task of shaving for the first time with the most patient person as his teacher. Alphonse takes his first pull of the razor, and it glides across his upper lip with little resistance until, at the very end, his hand trembles again.

He feels a sharp sensation, and while examining his visage in the mirror, Alphonse notices a red mark above the corner of his mouth mingled with traces of shaving cream. Sig holds out a handkerchief.

“You should have seen my first attempt. You did well,” Sig says with a pleasant grin.

A warmth fills Alphonse’s hospital room, crammed with four people who function as a family, just as they did back in Dublith. Edward reclines on the bed next to his brother with his arms stretched lazily behind his trademark braid. Izumi watches the exchange between her husband and Alphonse with a small smile, barely keeping up the pretense of reading her recipe book. She keeps her vigil at Alphonse and Ed’s bedside despite her injuries.

There’s a staccato series of knocks on the door. Between the abrupt sound and the sudden appearance of an officer drenched in Amestrian blue, the spell of domesticity is broken. It is replaced by a colder reality: Ed and Alphonse Elric are being kept by the military. They remain unsure who is being protected from whom and to what end.

Their guard straightens up. A sheen of sweat collects on his brows and the collar of his woolen uniform. His voice is strained as he pulls up into a rigid salute to address Ed. The Fullmetal Alchemist cocks his brow incredulously at the formal display.

“Sorry to intrude, Major Elric,” the officer finally announces, “Mr. Alphonse Elric. You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Ed parrots; a sharp remark is already on the tip of his pitchy tongue. “If it’s that Colonel Bastard, again, you can tell him-”

“It’s not Colonel Mustang,” the officer interrupts. “It’s Genera- I mean Führer Grumman.”

The collective attention of the room turns as a shorter, older man emerges from behind the guard. He moves slowly and smiles through his thick, white mustache. The deep blue of his immaculate uniform contrasts the faded fabric of the lower-ranking officer ahead of him. Service ribbons in every color weigh down the left side of the gentleman’s long jacket.

“Acting Führer,” he corrects with adroit, disarming syntax. “But then, we’re all friends here. Who cares about a little thing like formalities?”

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Alphonse scratches at his freshly shaven upper lip as the usual introductions are observed. It seems that Ed will be doing the talking, and with that in mind, Alphonse expects a brief visit. Nevertheless, Grumman paves the way for pleasantries as well as business. Not five minutes into the discussion, Alphonse realizes that the new acting Führer speaks with authority.

It would be wise, Alphonse decides, to listen carefully.

When Führer Grumman asks Izumi and Sig to step out for an afternoon cup of tea, the request is not a suggestion. The strong-willed teacher rises with the help of her husband, and the couple leaves begrudgingly. Alphonse grins sympathetically at them as they exit. It bolsters his confidence when Izumi returns his smile with an assertive nod.

Grumman does not hesitate to fill the seat their teacher vacated. Gravity bears down on Alphonse’s frail shoulders, but he sits as tall as he can.

“The way I hear it, you boys saved the day,” the Führer proclaims, flashing a set of pearly whites. “I’d say my government owes you both a debt of gratitude.”

With all the rough-edged diplomacy he can muster, Ed responds. “Yeah, well, we didn’t do it for the government, old man. And I’m done being a dog of the military. Whatever plans you’ve got in mind, count us out.”

The Führer’s reaction is nearly nonexistent. Instead, he leans against the hardback of the chair and immediately winces.

“Dreadfully uncomfortable,” he announces, shifting forward. Grumman waves a hand to draw the guard in closer. “Be a helpful lad. See that Mrs. Curtis is given more comfortable seating.”

The young officer scurries off, closing the door behind him, and the older gentleman turns his attention toward Alphonse.

“Oh, I understand perfectly. The military will ask nothing further of you if that’s what you want,” he replies. “But the situation we find ourselves in is unusual—a conspiracy in the upper echelons of the government, a nation-wide episode of unconsciousness, the condition of Alphonse’s body, and the inexplicable connection it all has to alchemy. These are the sort of concerns that fuel the rumor mill.”

The older gentleman pauses, idly twisting the ends of his mustache between his fingers as he divulges the political landscape of Amestris.

Behind the reflective surface of his horn-rimmed glasses, Grumman’s eyes shift to the foot of Alphonse’s bed where Izumi’s cookbook sits open.

“Your just deserts, as it were,” he adds with a smirk.

Alphonse doesn’t have to ponder what their plans are.

“Your list?” the Führer asks.

“It was in a book he used to keep,” Ed explains. His tone softens, as it always does when he speaks of his brother. “It listed foods he wanted to try when he was inside... Anyway, I think we lost it.”

“I see.”

Grumman’s response is curt. With a final flourish, the old man straightens his cap and rises from the chair. It seems that he’s heard all he needs to hear.

“I’m going to keep an eye on you boys,” he concludes. “Just the one, mind you, for whatever that’s worth. It’s a fine idea for you both to return to Resembool. Recuperate and rest, and when you figure out what you’d like to do with your time, give me a call.”

The old man produces an ivory card from the pocket of his uniform; a phone number is scribbled on the front. The card itself is an innocuous thing, but the peace offering reeks of political maneuvering. Ed frowns as Führer Grumman places the card on the small table between the brothers’ beds. Alphonse is torn, equal parts intrigued and wary of the strings attached to this phone number.

“The good people here tell me that Alphonse will be ready to travel in four months,” Grumman continues. “In the meantime, I’ll see that you are allowed visitors and suitable food that Alphonse would like to become reacquainted with.”

Alphonse focuses on the task at hand. He thinks of the timeline and of the way Edward approached his recovery from the automail installation. A determined glint ignites in his golden eyes, almost glossy with the lacquer of conviction. Alphonse is weak, but his spirit remains tireless.

“I’ll do it in two,” he says.

Edward, only too happy to put the politics of Central City behind them, nods in agreement.

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A month’s time sees Alphonse with his hair clipped short; his once sunken cheeks have regained some fullness. Edward, Sig, and Izumi have long since been discharged, but they take turns keeping Alphonse company from the spare couch of his hospital room. Just like Führer Grumman promised, it’s more comfortable than the standard chairs, but that doesn’t mean Alphonse is content to linger.

Now more than ever, he’s determined to go home, walking unassisted down Resembool’s roads. However, for the moment, it’s all Alphonse can do to steady his awkward gait by digging his toes into mats and bracing his arms against the parallel bars. He thinks something as simple as walking should come easily; his legs have other ideas. Another fall brings his physical therapy to an end for the day, and Alphonse returns to his hospital room.

He takes the bumps and bruises in stride. He makes it a point to smile at the staff even when their treatments bring him pain alongside progress. From the confines of a wheelchair, Alphonse greets his guard—a man called Doug who likes comic books and whistles to fill the silence. Doug never pries and is quick to look the other way when Ed overstays his official welcome.

“Ready for more visitors?” Doug asks.

Alphonse’s face lights up with anticipation, and he cranes his neck to peer around the doorframe. Tawny brown hair and emerald eyes fill his field of vision as the small body of a precocious child lunges toward him. She nearly jumps into his lap before her mother pulls her back while balancing a covered plate with one arm.

“Elicia! Ms. Gracia!” Alphonse greets. Recognition washes over both visitors' faces at the sound of Alphonse’s voice.

“So that’s what you look like,” Elicia observes. She giggles madly, rocking back and forth from heel to toe.

Alphonse is quick to change the subject; he also refuses to think about the way Elicia’s gregarious nature reminds him of a certain someone.

The visit is pleasant and predictable. Gracia frets about his weight and serves him a double portion of adorable pudding domes that mother and daughter whipped up for the visit. The vanilla concoctions are cleverly molded into cat-shaped faces, painted with slanting eyes and curving mouths. Soft and creamy with a hint of coffee, they are as sweet as Elicia.

Between the confection and the company, Alphone passes an hour or more catching up on life and letting the child bounce between the walls of his hospital room. When mother and daughter depart (with promises to return with quiche), the silence feels harder to swallow. Alphonse cannot help but think of Winry and Pinako, of apple pie and strong coffee mixed with the smell of automail oil.

He wants, more than anything, to go home.

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The doctors are surprised when Alphonse meets his deadline; Ed, ever faithful, is not. Alphonse leaves Central City General with his head held high and only stops to rest when the hospital is out of sight. His senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of a starched collar against the back of his neck, the pull of a new vest across his chest, and the weight of Grumman’s card in his pocket.

Alphonse follows Ed’s lead through neat cobblestone roads that feel familiar and yet entirely different, steeped in a tactile reality that he can touch, feel, and taste. Thick exhaust from passing cars sticks to the back of his throat on their way to the train station. Yet, the stench is suddenly replaced by delicious aromas wafting from a nearby café.

His rumbling stomach is drawn to a wide store window where rounds of raspberry mousse cake sit proudly on display. Chilled pink and green tinted layers sit beneath a tempting red glaze that appears sticky, smooth, and oh-so delectable. Alphonse imagines that the confection tastes tart and tangy with notes of brandy and pistachios. He wants to charge into the cafe and order every morsel that’s for sale, but his brother has other ideas.

“Better get going,” Ed says, throwing an arm around Alphonse’s shoulders to steer him away from temptation. “We’ve got a train to catch. You’ve been waiting a long time for what Winry’s whipping up.”

Reluctantly, Alphonse tears himself away from the sight but not before committing the name of the confection and the café to memory. He leaves Central swearing that, when the time is right, he’ll be back.

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Their return isn’t quite as Alphonse imagined. There’s no hero’s welcome; only a few nods of recognition are offered as they make their way down Resembool’s country roads. But as soon as Alphonse sees the Rockbell residence, a place that marks their journey’s end, accolades don’t matter.

Edward offers to carry him, and Alphonse refuses, bracing himself against his walking stick instead. With gratitude, he thinks of the people that have propelled the brothers along their quest—especially the travelers from Xing. He hopes that they, too, made it home.

And in the blink of an eye, their dream is realized. Den pounces upon Alphonse, recognizing him despite the amount of time that has passed. Winry isn’t far behind. She tackles the brothers to the ground and wraps her arms around them. The trio is a mess of blonde hair and tears of joy.

“Dummies, welcome home!” she exclaims, and for now, Alphonse is inclined to believe this is where he belongs. In this home and amongst these people, he intends to reconcile the pieces of himself while his appetite for the sweet things in life returns.

Winry serves him her famed apple pie on the pink porcelain plate, its halves still bound together by golden lacquer. It’s wonderful and not just because of the flaky crust that crumbles under his fork or the cinnamon sweetness of the soft apples. It’s wonderful because, for the first time in a long time, Alphonse is precisely where he wants to be.

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Many apple pies are shared around Pinako’s dinner table. There are also birthday cakes for Alphonse (two to be exact) and pans of bread pudding served with blueberries and vanilla sauce. He eats and laughs and grows stronger by the day.

When Alphonse looks in the mirror now, he still likes what he sees, and the girls in town tend to agree. His favorite white-collar shirts hint at the toned torso hiding beneath, and his square jaw exudes newfound confidence. Yet, his ambition to make their world a better place remains the same—too loud for a quiet country backdrop.

Alphonse realizes that the path he is meant to walk extends much farther. His studies, inspired by the prospect of adventure and letters from a feisty alkahestress, resonate with the Dragon’s Pulse. Finally, Alphonse is compelled to dial the number scribbled on the back of the old ivory card and is delighted when he’s connected to the nation’s most powerful man straightaway.

“Had your fill of Resembool yet, son?” Führer Grumman asks. “Are you ready to add to that list of yours?”

“Funny you should bring up my list,” Alphonse retorts, more than willing to play Grumman’s game of allusion. “There’s this Xingese dessert that Princess Mei Chang goes on about in her letters, a red bean soup. It would be a shame if I never tried it, don’t you think?”

Grumman chuckles. “Suppose you could use some diplomatic credentials for the trip. Try not to cause an international incident until Mustang takes over.”

The golden glint in Alphonse’s eyes makes no guarantees. His well-mannered innocence is tempered by past mistakes and fused with a gunmetal resolve.

“I can’t make any promises,” he replies.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #alphonse elric #edward elric #grumman #character study #post-promised day #just deserts #kintsugi #flourchildwrites #and uses Oxford commas

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heartbreak-human · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edward Elric/Ling Yao Characters: Edward Elric, Ling Yao, mentions of the rest of team greed but they're not there Additional Tags: The Camping Trip, ed trying to figure out what feelings are, also he says fuck a lot, they are teenagers and don't know what romance is but they try their hardest and THAT'S what matters Summary:

Relax,” the intruder says. “It’s just me.”

Ed gets a better look, and sees a black ponytail and a sharp jaw, then looks away again, cheeks hot as he sits back down and starts hunting for another rock to throw. “Yeah,” he says. “Which you is that, exactly?”

“Don’t be a dick,” he answers, and sits down next to him, cross-legged and casual, starting to sift around in the sand for his own stone. Ed makes an educated guess.

“Ling?” he asks. It comes out quieter than he’d meant it, more hopeful. Ling smiles in that sun-bright way he has, and Ed’s heart stutters. Stupid, stupid.

#edling

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sylvana-the-tsarina · 2 years

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hey Silva!! <3 Top five book protagonists?

Hiya, Aur! Oooh, good question, let me have a think about that.

Angelique from Fairy Tale Enchantress. She has quite the sarcastic outlook on romance and a very entertaining internal monologue, so it’s a delight to read. She’s also rather relatable about… things… so there’s that too.

Rhebengarthen from Advent Mage Cycle. He’s such a polite & kind gentleman and I have adopted him because precious bean.

Pet from City Between. I just, idk, she’s really fun. She’s resourceful, mischievous, and caring all together so I like her.

Gwendafyn from Royal Magic. That book is my comfort read, so I have a soft spot for its spunky heroine :D

Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. He’s hilarious. A bit short-tempered but he’s caring too. Mostly he’s hilarious xD (mangas count as books too, right?)

And yeah, that’s that! Thanks for sending me the ask, duckling, and I hope you have a good day! <3

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sheepishlyshippingsheep · 4 years

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5 Fave Male Characters

Thanks for the tag, @petri808

I’m tagging @lightdusk96 @cl-babydew @izupie @flightfromreality @xing-a-tune and if you see this and wanna try, go ahead!

1. Izuku Midoriya

Err... It's not a secret how much I love this boy right? That the first few seconds my eyes laid on him, I knew I had to protect him? That I literally celebrate his achievements (like buying a slice of cake when I read/watch him get better at ANYTHING)? That I've bragged about him about everyone and anyone (even my parents and my boss irl)? Izuku is just a precious boy who can be badass despite being a cinnamon roll. He either squeezes my heart with his cuteness or hypes me up whenever he’s fighting and I end up cheering for him so bad. I can relate to him so much and he inspires me to be someone better. My heart is so full just with seeing him smile and he deserves the world. He is such a blessing and his (fictional) existence literally got me out of my darkest days.

2. Allen Walker

Another precious boy that deserves more love. Allen is a character that I just fell in love with more and more that as I continue reading his journey that my heart started to hurt because he just does not deserve the cruelty of the canon. Whenever I remember him, I always just wish for him to get his happiness after everything that he's been through. He's so self-sacrificial that even his true self is on the line about various things (not elaborating cause spoilers). Gosh. I just wanna hug him so bad. On the positive side, Allen is the perfect mix of cuteness and hotness! But also of pureness and darkness! Black Allen is soooo funny. And the gentleman Allen is also so great? But the badboy and brash one is also soooo amusing.

3. Shin-ah

Okay. AkaYona has a bunch of lovely boys... It's hard to choose aaand I honestly didn't want to choose? But since I have to, I just have a soft spot for Shin-ah. I'm honestly torn between him and Hak as my faves... but since Hak has Yona, I'll gladly give my heart to Shin-ah who is a precious boy ;A; so sooooft. Such pretty eyes. Such big heart. Seeing him grow and trust the whole gang warms my heart. He is soooo innocent and I wish I could just take him home and give him all my love.

4. Edward Elric

I will always have spot in my heart for this stubborn brat who did everything to redeem himself and get their bodies back that I just cry knowing that he did that and all his actions and Al's led to a well-deserved ending of the series. I honestly didn't mind him being so small? Because I'm small too? SO WHEN HIS GROWTH SPURT WAS SHOWN, MY JAW JUST DROPPED. AND I know people love his braid so much? But I’m honestly weak for his ponytail or when his hair is down... o////o Ed is my childhood crush along with the last guy in this post.

5. Inuyasha

I have a love/hate relationship with Inuyasha hahaha. I love him so much? But I also have some chapters/episodes that I'm just like WTF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? hahaha. Well he is a jerk with a golden heart and a tsundere but I guess it's all part of the charm. I understand his past has made him how he is. He is nowhere near perfect, but I'm weak for him. I’m lying. He’s perfect. He can protect you, make you swoon, he’s half demon and half human. HE’S A DOG. HE CAN BE YOUR TRANSPORTATION yeah that’s me who’s sick of traffic who’s speaking yadda yadda AGAIN HE’S A DOG MY GOD. Kagome you are sooo lucky.

#Izuku Midoriya #Allen Walker #Shin-ah #Edward Elric #Inuyasha #I love these guys so much

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disabled-characters-showdown · 11 months

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Characters in the Disabled Characters Showdown

Notes:

1.) Characters are listed below the cut, because there’s a ridiculous amount of them. Depending, some of the characters may not be in the showdown, however, if you submit one it will probably be used

2.) We are still looking to have more characters submitted and will update this page accordingly. At this point we are looking at doing a 128 person showdown because we’re extra like that. We’ll see if that actually happens but it seems probable. Characters can be submitted in the notes of this post or in an ask.

5.) Characters can be entered until June 27, with the showdown kicking off a couple of days later.

6.) We tried our best with some of the names, but also are not familiar with some of the characters on this list so if there’s any issues there please let us know.

Marvel:

Clint Barton

Maya Lopez

Makkari

Professor X

Nick Fury

Bucky Barnes

Madame Web

Stick

James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes

Daniel Sousa

Nebula

Jeri Hogarth

Jessica Jones

Phil Coulson

DC:

Barbara Gordon

Cyborg

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke

Jericho

Destiny of the Endless

Freddy Freeman

Booster Gold

Roy Harper- Young Justice

Animes/K-Dramas:

Jin Bu-yeon- Alchemy of Souls

Edward Elric- Fullmetal Alchemist

Might Guy- Naruto

Hatori Sohma- Fruits Basket

Vash the Stampede- Trigun

Yang Xiao Long- RWBY

Neoplitan- RWBY

Nunnally vi Britannia- Code Geass

Jean-Pierre Polnareff- JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Ali Abdul- Squid Game

Naruto Uzumaki- Naruto

Sasuke Uchiha- Naruto

Yuuri Katsuki- Yuri!!! On Ice

Star Wars/Trek/Aliens:

Geordi La Forge- Star Trek: The Next Generation

Luke Skywalker- Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars

Kanan Jarrus- Star Wars

Shiro- Voltron

Keyla Detmer- Star Trek: Discovery

Alex Manes- Roswell, New Mexico

Commander Wolffe- Star Wars

Chirrut Îmwe- Star Wars

River Tam- Firefly

Saw Gerrera- Star Wars

Wrecker- Star Wars

Visas Marr- Star Wars Legends

Darth Traya/Kreia- Star Wars Legends

Fennec Shand- Star Wars

Tahl- Star Wars Legends

Darth Maul- Star Wars

Echo- Star Wars

Breha Organa- Star Wars

Non-Animated TV Shows:

Connie- The Walking Dead

Eileen Leahy- Supernatural

Joel Miller- The Last of Us

Christopher Diaz- 9-1-1

Aaron- The Walking Dead

Ben Scott- Yellowjackets

Fei- The Umbrella Academy

Ian Gallagher- Shameless

Sara Eriksson- Young Royals

Mateo Chavez- 9-1-1 Lone Star

Lucius Spriggs- Our Flag Means Death

John Silver- Black Sails

Prince Wilhelm- Young Royals

Theo Dimas- Only Murders in the Building

Books:

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Hearthstone- Magnus Chase

Dezi- The Sunbearer Trials

Katniss Everdeen- The Hunger Games

Lord Blackheart- Nimona

Genya Safin- Shadow and Bone

Peeta Melark- The Hunger Games

Kaz Brekker- Six of Crows

Oscar Silva- Renegades

Erik- The Teadragon Society

Cinder- The Lunar Chronicles

Wu Zetian- Iron Widow

Wylan Van Eck- Six of Crows

Nova Huang- Mooncakes

Percy Newton- The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

Jack Wolcott- Wayward Children

Ty Blackthorn- City of Heavenly Fire

Scarlet Benoit- The Lunar Chronicles

Carswell Thorne- The Lunar Chronicles

Maedhros- The Silmarillion

Beren- The Silmarillion

Frodo Baggins- Lord of the Rings

Ettiene- The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Alex Claremont-Diaz- Red, White & Royal Blue

Jack Zimmerman- Check Please!

Charlie Spring- Heartstopper

Movies:

Regan Abbott- A Quiet Place

Jia Andrews- Godzilla vs. Kong

Carl- Up

Hiccup- How To Train Your Dragon

Gobber- How To Train Your Dragon

Toothless- How To Train Your Dragon

Hermann Gottlieb- Pacific Rim

Massimo Marcovaldo- Luca

Imperator Furiosa- Mad Max: Fury Road

Drago Bludvist- How To Train Your Dragon 2

Animated TV Shows:

Amaya- The Dragon Prince

Toph Beifong- Avatar The Last Airbender

Teo- Avatar The Last Airbender

Eda Clawthorne- The Owl House

Entrapta- She-Ra

Finn Mertens- Adventure Time

Jewelstar- She-Ra

Villads- The Dragon Prince

Marcy Wu- Amphibia

Mr. Poolcheck- Gravity Falls

Principal Bump- The Owl House

Captain ‘Grime’ Grimothy- Amphibia

Florabel- Kipo: Age of the Wonderbeasts

Ida- Kipo: Age of the Wonderbeasts

Bev- Kipo: Age of the Wonderbeasts

Tallstar- She-Ra

Ming-Hua- Avatar Legend of Korra

Sol Regem- The Dragon Prince

Combustion Man- Avatar The Last Airbender

Norma- Dead End Paranormal Park

Other Stuff:

Janice Palmer- Welcome to Night Vale

Nessarose Thropp- Wicked

Kotallo- Horizon Forbidden West

Melanie King- The Magnus Archives

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alchemic-elric · 4 years

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Fruity Headcanons || Accepting

@duelcafe said: || [Fruity Headcanon!] 🍌

🍌 : is my muse inclined to help others, or will they only do it when it benefits them, if at all? what makes them this way? has it ever gotten them into trouble, or inconvenienced them?

Ladies and Gentleman let me introduce you to bleeding heart Edward Elric. He can’t stop himself from helping people, even if that means he uses life and limb to do so. It’s practically second nature at this point. He’s harsh and abrasive to those around him but he’ll gladly throw himself over you in the heat of battle to protect you without a second thought or a moment’s hesitation.

Alchemists Be Thou For the People.

That’s their motto and Edward takes it very seriously.

Protect someone he barely knows? On it. Take a bullet for a public official? Done that. Wreck his automail protecting a girl he just met? Not a problem. Give up literal parts of his body to save his brother’s life? What part of me do you want?

Edward will never hesitate to help someone whether he knows them or not. He doesn’t even think when it comes to helping people simply because it’s the right thing to do. More than anything, he just wants to be a good person and help those around him. He has all this power now. He has the title of State Alchemist and he just wants to make sure he uses it to do good in the world.

Yes, he has it to help his brother. Yes, he has it for power. However, he also takes his position seriously and wants to help those around him and it seriously bothers him when he can’t.

It’s totally inconvenienced him - put his ass in the hospital on multiple accounts. It’s wrecked his automail, wrecked his body, thrown them off task, and put them in complete detours before. It’s got him bitched out by Mustang and everything in between. It’s caused him all kinds of trouble but if his hands can help they are going to do just that.

He’s been kidnapped, drugged, sick, yelled at, hurt, shot, the list goes on. He’s even had his identity stolen after being donned with the title “Hero of the People” because he goes out of his way to help people so often.

Oh yeah, his bleeding heart has caused him plenty of shit.

He won’t stop though. I don’t think he can. I don’t think he’s even capable. He’s honorable; abrasive and grumpy but honorable.

He’s been helping people since he was very young. Even before he was a State Alchemist. Fixing things with alchemy all over Resembool because he has this great power no one else in town does, he might as well use it. His Mother’s gone and his father ditched him. All he can do is give back. Acts of Service is how he shows love and he can’t stop himself from caring. He loves fiercely and he loves with everything he is - so if that love gets him shot so be it.

Then it gets him shot.

He would rather go out knowing that he loved with everything he was, then to hold that back. Caring is never a weakness, but only a strength and it is Edward’s greatest strength. He will always love with everything he is. Someone’s got to care first. He’s not one to just stand around and twiddle his thumbs. It might as well be him.

Alchemists Be Thou For the People and that means every single one of them.

#duelcafe #fruit headcanon #ask #about the muse #meme

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scribblescrabblebabble · 4 years

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FMA Gift Exchange 2019!

Title: Snow Day

Rating: T+

Relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Trisha Elric/ Van Hohenheim

Cross- Posted on AO3 (link)

This is my (kinda late :/ ) gift to @melissamelody for the @fmagiftexchange on Tumblr. They said that anything would do, and I was inspired to do a cute fluffy snow thing because I have never gotten a lot of snow over the holidays due to where I live, and I'm finally about to get some up at my college, so it has been on my mind a lot! I hope you enjoy!

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It took Ed several loud thunks to realize he had been awoken by snowballs. On his window. Flicking his gaze to the alarm clock a foot from his face, Ed rolled his eyes and nestled deeper into his pillow.

‘8:00 am! What kind of cruel fuckery is this?’

The thuds continued for far too long, hitting square in his window just when he thought the tirade over. After about the millionth thud, a new sound disgraced Ed’s sleepy daze: the loud buzz of his phone on the mattress by his ear. With an indignant grunt, he rolled his face to the edge of the pillow (out of the nice, warm divot his head had made through the night) to glance at the screen.

‘Message from Roy <3 : Get up! Hands r numb from snowballs :( ‘

“Of fucking course,” Ed grumbled, pulling himself blankets and all from bed and over to the window that stood mockingly across the room from him. He pushed the window open as far as it would go, leaning out into the frigid winter air cocooned into his comforter indignantly.

Below him stood his stupid neighbor-boyfriend, covered to the hat in flakes of snow and a truly ridiculous number of floral coats and scarves. Around him spots of frozen grass were visible where the teen had scooped up snow to form his projectile annoyances. He smiled radiantly up at Ed’s scowl, “Morning! Look, it’s snowing!”

Ed rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I can tell, dumbass Southerner. You look like you’ve been rolling around in that shit for hours.”

In response, Roy just shrugged, still grinning like an idiot, “And you look like a quilted burrito.”

“…Paisley marshmallow.”

“Grumpy caterpillar.”

“Bastard.”

“Killjoy—Oh, good morning Mrs. Elric!” Sure enough, Ed turned to where Roy looked, spotting his mom’s head poking out from the front corner of his house.

“I thought I heard something! What’re you doing out here Roy?” Trisha asked.

“Serenading your son, ma’am.”

Ed snorted, “Yeah, with projectile snow. Mom, tell him to stop being shitty and let me sleep.” Trisha looked up, noticing Ed’s disgruntled form. She laughed, “Oh my, I see I’ve interrupted! Roy, dear, why don’t you come inside and have some coffee? You look near frozen.”

Ed let out a betrayed shout following Roy’s polite ‘yes ma’am’, “You’re supposed to be on my side Mom!”

Trisha scoffed, “And pass up the chance pick on you? Oh, please, I’m your mother! Get dressed, it’s a beautiful day to be up early.”

“Ugh, fine.” The blonde stuck his tongue out at Roy’s smirk before pulling his head from outside, relishing in the warmth of his room tingling against his cold cheeks.

He hefted the window closed, letting his comforter fall to the wayside in the process. After struggling into a less-rumpled sweater and jeans, Ed gave his invitingly unmade on last, wistful look before leaving his room to face whatever bad joke he could hear Roy politely laughing at downstairs. In the kitchen, Ed found his boyfriend (shed of his comical layers of warmth) receiving a mug of coffee from a scrub-clad Trisha at the table, his similarly-clothed dad tapping away on his phone by the counter where it was plugged in.

“Work day?” Ed asked, making Hohenheim look up. “We were called in a minute ago. Apparently, the snow caught a lot of people by surprise and the ER’s packed.”

“And because a ton of people are injured, you decided to wear matching cat scrubs?” The blonde teen took the coffee proffered to him by his mom and sat by Roy, who kicked his foot lightly in greeting. He kicked back.

“It couldn’t have been a nice coincidence?” Trisha asked innocently.

“Absolutely not.” Ed deadpanned, sipping the coffee and finding it pleasantly over-sweetened. He turned to Roy, whom he found gazing out the window at the flake-coated tree in the (other) neighbor’s lawn. The former elbowed the arm not holding a mug of coffee and asked, “What haven’t you done yet in the snow? Since I just so happen to be up this early, we might as well do something.”

The dark-haired teen was silent for a moment, sipping thoughtfully at his drink, “I’ve really only been in my yard today. Maybe we should walk around.”

Trisha interjected before Ed could comment, “That’s a lovely idea! The park always looks beautiful in this weather. Just be careful; as much as I love spending time with you, Ed, I don’t want you making any unexpected visits to us at work today. You wither, Roy, your aunt would have a fit.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Kissass.”

“It’s my Southern hospitality, Ed.”

The aforementioned scoffed, “You’ve been out of there for like a year and a half, the hospitality shoulda worn off by now.”

Roy faked an affronted look, “A gentleman never loses his hospitality!”

“A gentleman who throws snow at his boyfriend to wake him up at 8 am?”

“Yep!”

Ed let out a small laugh, “You’re hopeless. C’mon, it’ll take half an hour just to put all of your coats back on- best go ahead and get started.”

“I like being warm. ‘S not my fault Riza stole my good coat to walk Hayate.”

“You aren’t going to have breakfast?” Hohenheim asked Ed as he grabbed his keys and herded his giggly wife out the door.

“I’ll eat later.” Ed waved his parents off as they closed the door, leaving the young couple sitting with their coffees at the small kitchen table. The blonde turned to the other, “My family’s way too used to you, you know that?”

“I prefer to think they’re just the right amount used to me,” he stood, walking to his coat-pile, “Besides, I could say the same for you and Aunt Chris.

Ed huffed, moving beside Roy and taking his thick red coat from its hook, “That’s different- Miss Chris’s been out neighbor forever. My folks’ve only known you for like a year. You’re just way too charming for a seventeen-year-old.”

“Seventeen and a half, thanks. And you’re too grumpy for a sixteen-and-three-quarters-year-old. Ready?” He had just finished putting his final scarf (purple with blue roses) on as Ed yanked some gloves on and opened the front door.

The blonde was still cringing from the blast of cold air as Roy sped out into the blanketed lawn. He gained his bearings and joined, standing with his boyfriend in the whiteness.

“It’s so peaceful.” The older teen commented, looking into the cloudy sky serenely.

Ed hummed his agreement, crunching over to the shoveled-off sidewalk, “Let’s go,” he said with a small smile.

Side by side, the two strolled in peaceful silence, Roy taking in the new scenery and Ed silently enjoying his boyfriend’s company. The park sat two blocks from their houses, and since the neighborhood did not boast of a huge population of children, the mid-morning snow sat untouched on the park’s grass and benches.

“Your mom was right, Ed, it really is beautiful here. Look at the trees!” Roy exclaimed, grabbing Ed’s gloved hand in his own and dragging him further into the space. They ended up under one of said trees, the branches little black outlines against the piles of snow atop them. Both were content to be close to one another, looking around at the scenery for a time.

The moment, of course, was not destined to last, as just then two particularly large snowballs collided with their faces quite spectacularly. Both teens startled back, stuttering and wiping the freezing material off of their faces. Ed whipped his face to the tree’s large trunk, behind which he could hear uproarious laughter and two excited dogs’ barking.

Just as Roy shouted an indignant, “Riza!”, Ed yelled, “Fuck off Winry! You too Al!” Three giggling blonde heads popped out from around the tree, Den and Hayate yipping at their heels.

Quicker to react than Ed, Roy responded to the attack with a chunk of snow to Riza’s face. She was still in shock, then grinned and made to form a new ball. They scattered, laughing, and the wintry war was on.

~End~

#royed #safe RoyEd #fmagiftexchange #gift type: fic #gift fic #fma #fanfiction #snow

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fullmetalscullyy · 5 years

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hit and run - chapter 12

summary: Riza Hawkeye is a thief who is trying to get by in Victorian Central. Hard times fell on her family, tuberculosis claiming her mother and then her father when she was a teenager. Now, femme fatale Riza steals to put food on the table for herself, her canine companion - an abandoned puppy who just won’t leave her alone - and two brothers with circumstances similar to her own. However, dipping her hands into the pockets of the rich and famous is always a dangerous game.

rated: m | words: 3829

title: “hit and run” by lolo

read on ao3 and ffnet

Riza had quickly moved after her night at Kimblee's ball, just in case Mustang decided to come knocking. Riza wouldn't put it past him. Something had shifted between them that night, and Riza didn't want to acknowledge it. So, that's why she found herself in The Vaults two weeks later after no further contact with her makeshift family, or anyone from Christmas' organisation.

Oh, she'd seen them.

The woman who'd knocked her out twice - Vanessa? - had come snooping around her old house to look for her but left after ten minutes and finding nothing. Riza had been perched on a rooftop above the alley that led to her front door, watching the woman's movements as she searched her old home. Her chest tightened when she realised they must be desperate to get her to come back.

She felt incredibly guilty for leaving the boys. She'd cared for them after they'd been abandoned for two years and now, she'd abandoned them. The deserved better. They deserved better than her. Not to mention she'd left Gracia and Rebecca behind. They were all used to the others playing disappearing acts on each other. That was the nature of their line of work. One could be gone for a week to lay low. One could be gone for a month. Hell, Rebecca had been in East City for six months with no way to contact her, however this was different. They were supposed to be a team, a unit, and Riza had shouldered this all by herself and shut them out. She hated it but would never forgive herself if something happened to them.

The Vaults were as awful as ever as Riza made her way around the inn serving drinks. Her pleasant smiles were in place to hide her grimace every time a particularly nasty smell wafted her way from one of the customers. After three hours she'd been able to tune out the constant wailing, but every time someone screamed, Riza flinched and felt a burst of adrenaline to go and help them since no one else was, but she held steady. She couldn't draw attention to herself. Kimblee's men were already watching her like a hawk. Riza hadn't seen any tonight - well, any she recognised - but that didn't mean they were sniffing around where they weren't wanted.

Riza entered the back room of the inn and tossed her tray down on the table nearest her carelessly, the sound cracking through the near silent room. Riza sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair and closed her eyes, pressing the heels of her hands into her them.

As she'd been serving drinks, she'd seen two teenage boys scavenging for scraps in a dim corner. Their hair would probably be golden blonde with a good wash, but they were caked in dirt, grime, and probably other unpleasant substances. Taking pity on them, Riza had approached and given them a meal each. Both looked incredibly surprised as she'd smiled at them, before grabbing the plates and shuffling further into the dark corner, eating rapidly before anyone could take it off them. Golden eyes had peered back at Riza warily when she stood, and she was filled with such guilt that she found herself needing a moment through the back.

"That food isn’t free, you know," Lyle, the bartender told her, but it was laced with fear. His eyes flicked over her shoulder towards a table and that confirmed it for Riza - Kimblee' s men were sitting in the far back corner, farthest from the bar.

"Take it from my wages then," the tossed back at him carelessly, loud enough for them to hear.

The screams and wails of The Vaults still haunted her. The desire to help them all was overwhelming, but she couldn't. After seeing those two boys, she couldn't hold herself back any longer. So, she took a moment for herself in the backroom to try and control her emotions.

She needed to go back. She needed to see them.

Riza formulated a plan in her head quickly. After finishing her shift, she would return to her house and change her clothes and return to Christmas' mansion.

She only hoped she wouldn't be turned away at the door -

The floor beneath her rocked violently, throwing Riza from her chair. Before hitting the uneven stone, she'd managed to catch herself with a hand slammed down hard on the table. Another deafening bang cracked through the room and the ground shook again. The noise wreaked havoc on her ears. All she could hear was a loud ringing. Shaking her head to try and rid it, Riza staggered to her feet and stumbled towards the door.

Confused, her brow furrowed at the sight she saw. People were running from the inn - some with their drinks in their hands, Riza noted - mouth open as they shouted. As the ringing subsided, she began to hear shouts and screams, but this was different from the usual ones. Shouts of pain, desperation, and terror were common in The Vaults, but these were so different. Horrified. People screaming for loved ones as they watched them die, their lives ripped unfairly away from them.

Another shock wave. Riza caught herself against the door frame and her eyes widened in horror. There, spilling through the doorway, was fire. Lots of it. It licked around the stone, fighting to make its way in, desperate to find something to catch onto and ignite further.

Then there was a face. A gentleman with a sinister smile on his face. He grinned and tossed something into the room. Riza instinctively dove away from it but her movements were still sluggish. It blasted her backwards into the back room - slamming her against the stone wall. Her spine cracked painfully, her head hit the stone with a crack, and the air was knocked from her lungs. Wheezing, she passed out as she heard the rubble begin to fall around her.

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"Move!" Roy yelled urgently to those under his command. They felt the shock waves. They saw the people spilling out the main entrance to The Vaults. Kimblee, or his men, had set of explosives inside, and it was up to Roy to save as many people as possible.

They'd heard whispers that something big was going to happen tonight. Kimblee was pissed and they didn't know why. Roy had a feeling why and it had something to do with a certain blonde who had evaded Kimblee's grasp more than once.

Roy had feared for Riza when he discovered that Kimblee often fixated on a woman to try and "obtain" her. A little trophy to add to his sick and twisted collection. Riza had put up a fight and had evaded him more than once, which apparently made it even more appealing for Kimblee. Roy had felt his blood boil when he thought about what Kimblee would do to her. So, while this was all a game to Kimblee, he was probably still angry that after two months both he and his men had turned up nothing.

While pleased for Riza and her abilities, Roy was also concerned. The longer it went on, the more volatile he would become. Starting with something that was happening right now. Kimblee was trying to blow up The Vaults.

He must truly be unhinged if he was trying to destroy his own property.

There was a part of Roy that panicked as he flew down the hill towards the door to The Vaults. Riza had said before she'd left the mansion that she would be returning here. She never said when. Was this attack a plan to try and flush her out? To try and kill her after she'd "made a fool of Kimblee"? Those thoughts pushed Roy faster as his feet pounded on the cobbled street.

There was no way in through the front entrance. There were too many people trying to escape the heat. Fire. Roy could see a faint orange glow in the darkness behind them, could feel the burning on his cheeks as he stood at the door.

"Mustang!" he heard a voice call. Head snapping back up the street, he frowned when he saw Edward Elric motioning for him to join him up back up the hill. "This way! There's a storm drain leading inside."

"What are you doing here?" he growled angrily once he’d caught up.

"To help," Edward offered simply.

"You're not supposed to be here -"

"We want to help," he heard Alphonse chip in from above him. He saw the younger brother leaning over the side of the bridge, offering his hand to pull them both up.

"You're supposed to be somewhere safe -"

"Mustang, if this involves Riza, we're going to help and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

They didn't have time for this argument, but Roy had promised her he'd keep them safe and away from all of this-

The two boys met his glare with determined gazes, not willing to back down.

"Stay close, and stay alert," he barked, lowering himself inside the storm drain in one fluid movement. He didn't have time to fight them on this, and given the fire in their eyes, there was no telling them otherwise.

Once inside, Roy moved through the inn keeping low and out of range of the black smoke collecting at the ceiling. The heat from the flames burned his skin as he moved but was momentarily pushed backwards by the fire as it fanned through the doorway, preventing him from venturing further in that way. There were still screams echoing from outside in the hallway – probably by those trapped… or those dying. Roy grit his teeth and tried to approach the door again, but there was no making his way past it. Again, the flames fanned through and managed to catch onto one of the tables inside the inn. The wood went up no problem, probably from the alcohol spilt on its top.

“There’s no way you’re getting through there,” Edward called to him.

“Both of you,” Roy ordered, backing up but keeping an eye on the flames. “Get back up top and find another entrance. There’s still people in here.”

“Right!” Alphonse called back and Roy heard the metal grate move then clang back into place.

Roy backed up before he reached the ladder, remembering about the back room to the bar. He glanced in quickly, but just found rubble. Parts of the ceiling had given way and fallen inside, shattering the wooden tables, splinters of it lying all over the floor.

No one could have survived a collapse like that. It was a grim thought, but he determined there was no one inside.

Just as he was about to turn, the flames fanned once again, filling that back room with more light, and something caught his eye. He turned involuntarily and squinted into the gloom, heart rate picking up at the possibility there may be a survivor in there. There, behind a large piece of the ceiling, was a splash of blonde hair. Roy crept in, warily glancing up at the ceiling to keep an eye out for any sign it might collapse further.

It was a wig. A blonde wig. The hair was there, but no body attached to it. Finding it odd, Roy’s brow furrowed but continued his search. If this was here, then there was a very good chance the owner was here too. Creeping forward, he spotted the owner, and felt his heart stutter inside his chest.

There was Riza lying on her side, blood trickling down from her forehead and onto the floor. She was by the back wall, where the ceiling slope upwards, so she’d probably missed the worst of the collapse. However, that head injury suggested she had been hit, and it didn’t look promising from the stone littered around her unconscious body.

Why was she even here?

“Riza?” Roy called to her, body surging forward. He grasped underneath her shoulders and pulled her to the side, underneath that sloped ceiling so they’d – hopefully – be safe from another collapse, should it happen. “Riza, talk to me.” His heart was pounding too loudly in his ears, adrenaline was coursing through his body too quickly for Roy to notice just how desperate his voice sounded. Dread burned in his stomach. His mind flashed back to the thought he’d had just minutes ago. No one could have survived a collapse like that. “Shit! Riza!”

There was a distant rumble underneath his feet and Roy eventually just hauled her body backwards while he sat with his back to wall, holding Riza flush against his chest as the floor shook even harder. Little pieces of stone begun to fall from the ceiling and Roy braced, placing a hand on Riza’s head and holding it protectively against him.

She begun to struggle and groan underneath him, but Roy’s grip never faltered.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he whispered in her ear that was very close to his face. “Riza, it’s okay.” Her body stilled for a moment. Roy could feel her hesitation in that pause.

The shaking subsided and Roy strained to hear anything. There was no cracking above them from the ceiling, but that was when he realised the screaming outside had stopped. All that remained was the orange glow from outside the door and the crackle of the fire as it ravaged the tables inside the inn.

“Roy?” Riza asked groggily. She’d placed a hand on the floor by his hip and held onto his bicep with the other as she pushed herself up. They were face to face, with one of Roy’s hands still on her back, the other on her shoulder, supporting most of her weight. Her head was dipped, eyes blinking slowly as she tried to clear her vision. A grimace appeared, no doubt from the head wound. The hand left his bicep and she pressed her fingers against it gently, wincing in pain.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper as relief flooded his entire being. He was honestly so happy to see her up and moving, reacting to his voice and his questions. She was probably concussed and that wound looked nasty, but she was alive, and she was talking, and in this hellhole, Roy would take that right now.

She flinched when he pressed his palm to her cheek, guiding her head upwards so he could see into her eyes. One pupil was bigger than the other. Roy had seen many injuries in his days working for his mother so knew that this spelled bad news. If they didn’t move fast, they’d be trapped in the room either under rubble or by the fire raging outside in the hallway.

“Riza?” he tried again, trying to coax a response from her. She blinked again, brow furrowing either in confusion or concentration – Roy wasn’t sure. “Can you say something? Anything?” He continued to question her as his hands gently moved along her hairline and over her skull, looking for any further injuries. He glided his hand over her neck, checking to see if the muscles were tense.

“Where… Where are we?” she mumbled, eyes closing, but both lids opening at different times. Definitely a concussion. Roy needed to get them out of here and fast. She was confused, disorientated, and there was a fire outside the door fighting to spread. He needed to move.

“We’re in The Vaults,” he explained. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“My head.”

“Okay. Anywhere else?” Riza shook her head but then winced, quickly stilling her movements. “All right. Try and keep your neck still. Is it sore?”

“It…”

“Riza?” he questioned, gently tilting her head up with a finger on her chin so he could meet her eyes.

“What?” Damn. Foregoing further questioning, Roy opted to get them moving. Time was running out and they didn’t have long left.

“Okay, we need to get moving. Can you get yourself up?”

Her balance was off, but he managed to jump to his feet and assist Riza to stand. Her steps were shaky as they moved. It didn’t help Roy kept them hunched over to avoid the black smoke.

“We’re going to be okay,” he kept reassuring her as they entered the main room of the inn. The fire had spread. Not far, but enough to cause concern. Her replies were mumbled as she asked where they were and what was happening. This was a far cry from the Riza he was used to seeing and he was worried for her. She was obviously seriously injured and needed help, and that thought spurred him on to move faster –

Another shock ripped through the room and Roy lost his balance. He’d wrapped his arm around Riza’s back keeping a tight hold on her waist and had thrown one of her arms over his shoulders while he gripped her wrist securely, but he felt it slip out of his grasp with the turbulent movement of the ground. He managed to stop her from landing face first on the floor. He didn’t need to be the cause of her head injury worsening. Before he could shift them to steadily stand on their feet, there was a blur from the ladder to their escape route. Roy was knocked on his back painfully. Disorientated, he looked up and rolled away to the right as a knife sliced towards his head. Instinctively he raised his knees and lifted the attacker off him and kicked, sending them flying backwards.

Frantically he looked up as he got into a low crouch, eyes searching the room for Riza, but froze when he saw her being pulled into the grasp of a man. He pressed a knife to her throat. Hard. Roy felt rage build in him when he saw the blood trickle down her neck.

“Let her go!” he began to shout but was cut off as he was pressed painfully onto his stomach. He was flattened to the floor by his previous attacker who was now kneeling on his back.

“Let’s go,” the man restraining Riza barked. Roy’s arms were wrenched behind his back painfully. Her struggled against it but was forced into submission as the man pressed all his weight on Roy’s back. He gasped, gritting his teeth as a knee was pressed into his spine painfully.

“Roy?” he heard Riza call, voice desperate. Craning his neck and fighting to look up, his eyes met Riza’s panicked ones. Her expression was begging him to resolve this and by God did he try. He tried to struggle again, but he was pinned. He cried out upon feeling a sudden, even greater pressure on his spine.

“Stay still,” the man above him hissed.

“Get on with it!” his friend hissed.

“I’m trying but he won’t stop wriggling!”

“Hey!” Riza’s captor shouted suddenly. “You keep struggling and I’ll slit her throat right here.” Riza’s eyes widened fearfully. It broke Roy’s heart to see that emotion in her eyes. She was so confident in her abilities and in herself. Roy had often wondered if she feared anything. She was so good at what she did, it was an emotion he would never associate with her. It was something he never wanted to. Roy stilled instantly, never breaking eye contact with Riza.

In a moment like this with them both being restrained, and the wrong move or word could mean death, Roy found he didn’t want to look away from her.

“Let’s move.”

He was jerked roughly to his feet by his arms, his shoulders straining as they were pulled backwards, hands bound behind his back. The man holding Riza pushed her sideways and she stumbled, still feeling the effects of her concussion.

“Careful!”

“Shut up,” the man growled in Roy’s ear. “Get up the ladder.”

“And how can I do that with my hands like this?” he bit back harshly. He received a punch in the stomach for his troubles.

“Don’t –” Riza began to protest.

“You, get up there.” Riza was pushed forwards. Her hands were free, but she was in no condition to fight anyone. She was unsteady on her feet, swaying in place and losing her balance. Any attempt at fighting would get them both killed. Her hands fumbled on the ladder, but she managed to get up. The man quickly ascended while she was still righting herself. He grabbed her arms and shoved her through the grate, disappearing and leaving Roy and his captor behind.

“Try anything and she dies,” he growled in Roy’s ear. A knife cut at the restraints on his wrists roughly, cutting into the skin. Roy gasped in surprise at the sudden pain. He glared at the man but complied and begun to climb. For Riza’s sake. The fire raging behind them left him no choice. Roy could push him back into the flames that were creeping further forward, but his friend would know, and the main goal was to keep the danger away from Riza. She needed serious medical help and that wouldn’t come if he acted up.

Once outside he barely got a chance to find her again before a bag was shoved over his head, blocking out all light. It was night anyway, but nothing penetrated the black cloth. His hands were tied once more, roughly, but this time in front of him.

“Where is she?” Roy asked, feeling anger burn in his chest.

“None of your –”

“She’s injured,” he growled.

“So what?”

“So, let me help her.”

“Why? So both of you can escape?”

“No –”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

Something bumped into him. Roy began to panic, but hands clung to his forearm and bicep. They clutched at him, securing themselves against him.

“Riza?” he asked, frustration blending in with his desperation.

“I’m here,” she whispered. He relaxed underneath her hands. It was her holding onto him.

“Are you okay?” he murmured quietly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Follow us. You – guide him. Try to get away, I’ll kill him and make you watch,” one of their captors warned. Hands tightened on his arm.

“Are you hurt?” he asked under his breath. He had no idea how close the other two were, but he hoped only she could hear him.

“Just my head.”

Roy nodded even though she wouldn’t be able to see it. A hand slid down his arm and ended up gripping his hand tightly. Riza gave him a quick squeeze, which he returned. He was grateful for the comfort.

This was not how he envisioned his night going but now it was here, he would just have to take it one step at a time. He would play it smart and keep his mouth shut. Roy had found it difficult especially when her life was at risk, but he would do it.

They just had to be smart.

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