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@agentevelynaldenandfriends​​: 👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound (Eve to Roy)

Nonverbal RP Starters | Currently accepting.

When Eve offered to help him with the fresh graze that already bled through his uniform, Roy weighed his options. One: tell her to leave him alone, and bandage it up himself. Two: let her assist, but say nothing. Three: instruct her to find Lieutenant Hawkeye to let her know what happened. The first option, while appealing, didn’t account for the fact that bandaging up his shoulder was easier said than done, and the third option meant he’d spend more time bleeding.

Sighing, he gave her a nod, and sat down. At least they caught the shooter before he could land another hit.

“It’s probably better than it looks,” he mumbled, “I take it you’ve done this sort of thing before.”

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@agentevelynaldenandfriends​ asked: 🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention (Eve and Roy)

Nonverbal RP Starters | No longer accepting.

"Oh for---” Not letting Roy finish his sentence was perhaps for the best. All Eve needed to do was give him a gentle push on his shoulder to force him back into his chair. Wrapped up in his overcoat and scarf, he’d been complaining about the lack of heat in the office for at least an hour now. When he came in this morning, he seemed fine. Now, though, as he tried to hide his cough, it was incredibly obvious something was up.

“I told you: I’m fine.” His bark had less bite to it when it coupled with his coughs. Even his incredulous glare barely worked. “I don’t need anything. Get back to work.”

#agentevelynaldenandfriends #agentevelynandfriends (eve) #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #let the flames begin; answers #[ roy pls ] #Be careful making wishes in the dark [QUEUE]

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@agentevelynaldenandfriends​ asked: 🎷 (Eve and Roy a waltz maybe)

Dance with me | No longer accepting.

Once a year, Eastern Command held a gala. Part of it was to raise money for various charities within the city with silent auctions. Then, there was the food made from local vendors to promote business. For one night, high society and military personnel existed in the same space and could mingle with one another. Many important relationships could be established at events like this.

Or, so Roy was told. Formal events were not his favorite ways to spend an evening. They were always a reminder of how, despite his rank, he didn’t belong here. He blended in well enough with his suit, polished oxfords, silver cufflinks, and slicked-back hair. Mingling came easy to him as he moved from conversation to conversation. Playing the part of a charming, polite Colonel had most people fooled.

But, the people who waltzed on the dance floor paid for professional lessons while he learned in an old bar that smelled like beer and cigarette smoke. Their experiences were nothing alike.

Spotting Alden, Roy excused himself from the rather dull conversation about wine collections and walked over to her. Finally, someone he knew. The rest of his team was scattered throughout the venue per status quo. He needed someone else to talk to, someone he knew.

“Care to dance?” he asked her, one hand extended as an offer, “At least for one song. I can only mingle for so long.”

#agentevelynaldenandfriends #agentevelynaldenandfriends (eve) #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #[ roy vc: please save me ] #Be careful making wishes in the dark [QUEUE]

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@alchemic-elric​ asked: “No one cared ta stay 'round.”  ((THAT conversation - the dad conversation))

Fleetwood Mac starters | Currently accepting.

Six words spoken with the heaviness and frigidity of snowfall during a blizzard. Roy felt the chill in the air as he looked to Ed, all the heat leaving his living room.

Two teacups sat next to a kettle on his coffee table--something other than coffee per his physician’s orders. Said physician also forced him to take a day off, hence why he lounged around his apartment without his uniform. Ed only stopped by to drop off some groceries, something for a future meal he wanted to make. He didn’t have to stay.

But, with no one else to talk to all day save for the snoozing feline on his sofa, Roy started a conversation. It was supposed to be innocuous, and it started that way. One topic led to another, and they landed on family. Not wanting to explain why Ed didn’t know of anyone else with the Mustang surname, Roy pivoted back to Ed. He said those six words, and froze the Colonel in his tracks.

Right now, though, Ed didn’t need a Colonel. In his apartment, they weren’t Commanding Officer and his subordinate. He had no idea what they were here, but it wasn’t that. So, he sat down on one of his living room chairs.

“I’m getting the feeling there’s more to that. You don’t have to tell me, but I’m listening if you do.”

#alchemicelric #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #thread: Everything to Me #[ as always you can reply to this if you want~ ] #Be careful making wishes in the dark [QUEUE] #Arc: Where Do You Run?

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@compassionatedestiny​ asked: 🎷 [Carmon of compassionatedestiny]

Dance with me | No longer accepting.

When Carmon asked if he could dance, he never should’ve replied with a yes. It was just dinner with her and the Major, and the radio played classical music in the background. At some point, the discussion topic changed from food to music--whether or not he played instruments, danced, what he liked, and more. Roy couldn’t blame either sister for being curious. He didn’t broadcast his personal life, especially at work.

No, he didn’t play any instruments. Yes, he could dance. They didn’t get past that statement before urging him to stand up and show them. After some protest, eye-rolling, and a dramatic sigh, Roy now stood in front of Carmon in the middle of her home. Like a true gentleman, he offered her his hand.

“One dance, and no more. Some of us do have to work tomorrow.”

#compassionatedestiny #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #[ it's probably waltz or swing music #unless it's tango and she really wants him to show off ] #Be careful making wishes in the dark [QUEUE]

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@scentedbygunpowder​ asked: Her voice is weak, but her words themselves are strong as she speaks them to Roy from the hospital bed. "I'm still alive. I'm still here."

Strong Emotions | No Longer accepting.

Save for the chatter outside of their hospital room, her voice was all he heard. Weak and quieter than normal, but she was still strong. She was still alive, and that was all he could ask for. Roy turned his head to face where he assumed she was as he attempted to give her a smile. They survived. Not only did they survive, but the Elrics had their bodies back while getting rid of the source of Amestris’s corruption. It was a good day.

But, he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see how his Lieutenant fared, how bad her injuries were, her eyes when she looked at him. Did she pity him? Was she angry? Sad? What did she think as she studied her superior officer? Surely she knew she couldn’t follow him like this, not when he couldn’t lead.

“I’m glad. I did give you pretty strict orders.” An attempt at humor that fell flat just like his smile as he made the mistake of clenching his fists. The bandages did little to help the pain, only acting as a reminder of the injuries he sustained. He turned his head away from her, bowing it as he tried to gather his composure. Any minute now, more hospital stuff would come in to check on them, or members of their team would find a way to get through to talk to him.

How many of them even knew? Probably none of them---he purposely asked for the Lieutenant and Major Armstrong to not speak of his condition. If word got out... no, he didn’t want to think about that. They had enough on their plate as it was.

“Don’t worry about me, Lieutenant. Just rest. I’ll need to rely on you more going forward.”

Because he had to keep moving forward. Even when he couldn’t see the way, he hadn’t finished what he set out to do. Even though he was terrified, and he wanted nothing more than to break down, he had to be strong.

Always.

#scentedbygunpowder #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #[ post promised day because I could ] #Be careful making wishes in the dark [QUEUE]

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@compassionatedestiny: [Nonsense] (Roy Mustang to new state alchemist Isabel) [compassionatedestiny]

Silently Serene Starters | Currently accepting.

[Nonsense] - Find them attempting something ridiculous.

Earlier in the week, Colonel Mustang registered that they had new transfers coming in from Southern Command. One of them happened to be a State Alchemist: Iron Maiden Alchemist as if complimenting the late Basque Grand. As he was still somewhat fresh to Central, he planned on giving her a proper welcome, and helping her however he could.

That day arrived, and Isabel did receive a warm welcome along with her fellow officers. Colonel Mustang was not part of the welcoming committee. Instead, she found him in his office, fiddling with a new coffee maker. A fresh bag of coffee grounds sat on a table close by, clearly not the same coffee served in the mess hall.

“Can’t any of the command centers make a decent cup of coffee?” he mused aloud. Sighing, he stopped himself from adding to that statement, Isabel caught in his peripheral vision. He quickly turned around, and stood at attention.

“My apologies for not being there to officially welcome you, Major Corazón.” Per custom, he offered his right hand for her to shake. “Colonel Roy Mustang. I look forward to working with you.”

#compassionatedestiny #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #let the flames begin; ic #[ excuse him he's easily distracted ]

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@alchemic-elric​: [ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

Non-Sexual Acts of Dominance | Currently accepting.

He didn’t say a word as he put his arm out in front of Fullmetal, nor as he removed his other hand from his pocket. Both gloves on, he had no intention of letting anyone go in front of him. Gunfire sounded ahead of them along with the sound of screams, mostly Amestrians. If no one stepped in to assist, or at least clear a path, they’d lose the progress they made in the last couple of days.

Fullmetal was more than capable of doing just that. Roy knew that. However, whenever he looked at him, he couldn’t forget one thing: he was just a kid. First Riza got roped into this, and now the youngest State Alchemist ever recruited. He was too young for this. He shouldn’t be killing people at his age.

None of them should.

“I’ve got this,” he finally said, tone firm. “Stay behind me.”

#alchemicelric #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #[ casually throws this into your life on the front lines verse #for reasons ] #au; hellfire take my soul #thread: I Won't Just Survive

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@alchemic-elric​: (for Roy from Ed) ☣

Hard to say | Currently accepting.

"I’m scared shitless that something’s going to happen to you.” Saying that aloud didn’t take away the fear, his voice dripping with trepidation as he spoke to the floor. “I can’t bear the idea of losing someone else, not after Hughes. I dragged him into this mess, and I wasn’t there to protect him when he needed me. Every time I get a phone call from you or Al, or someone’s letting me know something happened to one of you, I play through the worst case scenarios. And there are a lot.”

A shaky hand attempted to smooth out his hair, running through it a couple of times before realizing it was futile. Eyes shut for a few seconds, and a fist clenched at his side, Roy hated that there was more. There was always more.

“I’m responsible for the two of you not just because I’m your Commanding Officer. Because I’m the one that got you involved. You had the Rockbells, but they could only save you after the fact.” After their failed human transmutation. He recalled Pinako’s description of what happened vividly, her words echoing in his ears. “You’ve had enough people not be there for you and not protect you. That won’t be me. No matter what you need to do to get your original bodies back, I’m not giving up on you, and I won’t stop doing whatever I can for you. Got it?”

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@creepiitus: “Oh, you’re awake. That’s good.” Solf’s kneeling by the him, cheek in palm -- an eerily wholesome grin about him… “Honestly, I didn’t expect you to dive under the rubble like that for me. How noble of you.” He cruelly tiptoes fingers along the man's /shattered/ leg. “Not to be ungrateful or anything, dear colonel, but I am quite used to getting injured in my own explosions. You however… well, you probably should have just stayed out of my way. Suppose now I am going to have to carry you back~"

The last thing he remembered was explosions, his ears ringing from the sound. He forgot how loud they could be, how loud everything became in the heat of the moment. Debris fell around him as he searched for the alchemist who could create such chaos. Somewhere, he’d find Kimblee at the heart of his latest masterpiece, and hopefully alive.

Black eyes blinked open as Roy groaned in pain. Everything hurt, but at least he could hear normally again. Kimblee was certainly alive, and enough to taunt him. He tried to move to better meet his gaze--not happening. To stop the screech threatening to leave his mouth, he bit into his bottom lip. Hard. For now, he’d have to settle for eying Kimblee’s grin from his current position.

“What...” Voice hoarse, gravelly like he tried to inhale some of the rubble surrounding him. His question went unfinished as he winced at each minuscule amount of pressure from Kimblee’s fingers. He dared to look down, cringing at the sight. Blood wasn’t new for him to see, nor injuries. But, he knew what a leg was supposed to look like, and it wasn’t that. At least one fracture, probably more.

Damn everything to hell.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He lacked his usual commanding tone, barely able to get the words out before coughing. That hurt too. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. Once he finished this coughing fit, one hand covering his mouth, he looked back to Kimblee. “Just help me up. Please. I won’t ask you to carry my sorry ass.” More coughing.

As much as he hated to admit it, he needed help, and a doctor.

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Anonymous: Nightmare for Roy - he's in an abandoned building, unarmed & no memory of how he got there. His gloves are no where in sight.  The building is dirty with flickering lights, it looks like this place hasn't been used in years. He's injured - cuts on his arms & face. Again no memory of how he got them. As he starts to walk through the building he can smell the dust & the mildew feeling puddles under his bare feet. He's alone as he walks through the dark - there's a scream echo - it sounds like Ed.

Give ‘em Nightmares | Currently accepting.

The scream became his own as he sat upright in his bed. One hand covered his mouth to stifle the sound, and to cover his ragged breathing. His bed sheets clung to him, his body drenched in sweat.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

It wasn’t real.

Frantically, he reached for his bedside table, and opened the top drawer. A sigh of relief left his lips as he spotted his current pair of gloves. Good. They were still where he left them--where he always put them when he went to sleep. He pat down his face, feeling for injuries. Nothing there, and nothing on his arms either. He was fine. Everything was fine. If his heart could realize that and stop beating so fast, that’d be fantastic.

Three in the goddamned morning. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes. Two choices:  he could attempt to go back to sleep, and get up in a couple of hours, or he could just get up now. With a nightmare like that, a new flavor of terror he hadn’t experienced yet, the latter option had stronger appeal.

He needed to call Fullmetal. Make sure he was safe.

It took a couple minutes for him to find a bathrobe, put it on, and make his way to the living room where the phone was. By then, he felt his heart calm--not completely, but enough. Where was Fullmetal staying again? Right, Hawkeye reminded him yesterday afternoon. Number memorized, he dialed it in, and waited.

It wasn’t real, but it felt too close to reality for his comfort.

#anonymous #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #thread: Reality in Nightmares #[ roy's used to the nightmare routine by now #but he's not used to ed showing up in them :') #this is open to reply to in case anyone wants to ]

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@deathleads​: SPOTS TO KISS + 35

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35. a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

He sat with his back to her, hunched over as he hugged his arms close to his chest.

It was supposed to be a nice walk outside on their way to dinner. That was his initial plan. One minute, the two of them laughed at a funny anecdote--he already forgot what it was. In the next minute, his eyes caught sight of that phone booth, and he froze. All Christina had to do was look in his eyes, and where they looked, to know why he stopped walking, and why he trembled as if the temperature suddenly dropped to below freezing. She managed to move him away to a nearby bench to sit. This hadn’t happened before. Not once. 

Hadn’t they walked by this phone booth before countless times while leaving Central Command? Together or separately, surely they did. Why did he freeze up today of all days? There was nothing special about today--not the weather, the time, the date, nor anything that happened. By all accounts, it was normal and mundane. Christina said something to him, but all he could process was the muffled sound of her voice. To him, he was still standing in front of that damn phone booth, but at a different date and time.

"Snap out of it,” he told himself. He couldn’t pull out the usual “I’m fine” lie they traded like a favorite recipe. But, at the very least, he could apologize for ruining the evening, for making her worry, for--she must’ve heard the gears in his brain turning too fast. Her arm wrapped around him as she pressed against his back. Grounding him--she knew what she was doing. Soft kisses placed between his shoulder blades, ones he could feel through the fabric of his coat. Finally, he exhaled, and started letting that tension go.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he tried to get his mouth to work again, “I don’t know why that happened. But... thank you for staying with me. It means a lot.”

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@angcrmanagcmcnt​ asked: //spotify meme, 47 for Anger and Roy?  

Spotify Wrapped | Currently accepting.

#48 - got a mouth full of gasoline [ x ]

He still didn’t have a good read on Lyssa at this point. She was Ed’s friend and a prankster, but there was more to it than that. After all, Ed didn’t tolerate many people well enough to consider them more than regular acquaintances. Lyssa was also considerate enough to bring him a gift for his birthday when they hardly knew one another. Simple acts like that always got Roy’s attention.

Besides, could he really be that bitter about her pranks when he performed a number of them as a kid in Central? He even played a couple on Hughes back in the academy as petty revenge. But, with Lyssa, his reactions might have gotten them started on the wrong foot. Since she was Ed’s friend, and he figured that meant he’d end up seeing her at his home one of these days, he might as well get to know her for more than her pranks.

And that sharp tongue. Ed did seem to draw in people with that trait. Maybe that was another reason why Roy couldn’t write her off.

"Lyssa, right?” Just to make sure he had her name right. “I wanted to thank you in person for the gift you gave me last week. I think I’ve had a chance to try all the blends you got me. Where’d you find them?”

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Anonymous​ asked: i thought i heard the voice of that Lt. Hughes earlier this morning when I visited General Belladonna's office. Very eerie, how similar they sound. Ah, Sorry, Colonel, you knew that man didn't you?

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"... Brigadier General. That’s his rank now.” It was a quiet correction, spoken more at the floor than anyone else. Roy took a deep breath as he looked up, doing his best to keep his face perfectly neutral. There was no possible way this person heard Hughes’s voice. He died. They all attended the funeral.

“I did know him, yeah. I’d know that voice anywhere. Whoever’s at General Belladonna’s office isn’t him, though.”

It just couldn’t be.

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Anonymous asked: Roy, you don't just have helpers syndrome, you are the PERSONIFICATION of it and that is not a good thing.

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"What the hell is helper syndrome?” Roy rose an eyebrow in confusion at this description. Unfortunately, Falman wasn’t here to answer that question---man seemed to know something about every topic. That meant he needed to look it up himself.

Several minutes later, after leafing through a few books, he had his answer.

“I do not have it!” Utterly preposterous! Completely wrong! Baseless! “It’s my damn job to focus on other people’s needs. Or am I the only one who takes Be Thou for the People seriously? I also don’t have a problem expressing my emotions. Fuck off.”

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@canisfuria​​ asked: @ roy // PROS: courteous and attentive. lots of fun. exceptionally good-looking. CONS: late a lot. causer of WORRY. exceptionally good-looking.

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"Why are my looks both a pro and a con?” he asked, one hand to his chin as he smirked, “I mean, I’ll take the other two cons since they’re true, but why the third one? I’m not sure I understand.”

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