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secret-engima · 4 years

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Like,, I know u only know the fma and undertale fandom through absorption but like imagine, Edward Elric and Alphonse are the ones to fall down the hole instead of Frisk. Or, them having the save point/resets powers. Ed is Determination Personified u can't convince me otherwise. This Kid got trapped in a mine shaft with a pole through his stomach and was like,, yeah, I need u to pull it out and I'll heal myself with Experimental Powers and, with a hole in his back, fucked off to beat Up kimblee.

That would be terrifying and amazing holy cow. Imagine, also, if their Undertale adventure happened BEFORE the main plot of FMA. Like- when they did the Forbidden Alchemy and Truth yote them through his gate, something went sideways and wrong because of Ed’s sheer levels up Stubborn and so they both wound up IN the underground. Al with his body and Ed with … most of his? I still kinda want him to be missing that initial arm. Just cause.

Anyway cue Toriel finding the possibly covered in blood and crying children and her rushing to heal them and stuff and Al and Ed going on a grand Undertale adventure and TOTALLY doing at least two runs (neutral and then pure pacifist to make it right), Ed learning to abuse the HECK out of the save point system and determination over alchemy while Al … honestly I want Al to learn monster magic. Like- he and Ed obviously find a way to save the day but like- they totally figure out a way to use monster magic. Perhaps in a slightly more alchemic way but STILL something that isn’t “in the norm or rules” of basic alchemy.

Also also if I REALLY super wanted to AU this then it would JUST be Ed who falls into the underground and his brother Al isn’t his original little brother at all (he would be an only child in this au) but would be ASRIEL who Ed un-flowey-ed and turned into a human by like- using alchemy to build an inert human body (because that doesn’t break the Laws of Alchemy) and then using his own Determination to help build/stabilize Asriel’s soul and stuff it in there so boom. New bby brother he is monstrously overprotective of after they get back to his world which is like-a separate dimension from the Undertale dimension.

…. you know what that is amazingly interesting.

DARNIT I HAVE A NEW AU.

-Ed loses the only person in his life he loves and he is smart and desperate and has no sibling to even moderately hold him back. He studies under Teacher and he plans and then he-

-Makes the biggest mistake of his life.

-And he is going to lose everything for it, he KNOWS this down to his Soul as the thing called Truth laughs at his hubris and the gates yawn wide. But just before it can take him, just before it can UNMAKE him he-

-Refuses.

-His Determination burns and

-He

-Falls

-He wakes up, sobbing and in pain, the stump that was once his arm pounding with his heart. There is a face over his, a face that isn’t human, but he has no time to be afraid because the blackness takes him.

-He wakes up in an unfamiliar bed that smells like cinnamon, with a bandaged arm and the monster he will soon know to be Toriel sleepingly fitfully in an armchair by his bedside.

-He doesn’t take it well. He is a hot-tempered child prone to violence, he is a grieving child who does not take boundaries well. But … he is still a child, and he is hurt and grieving and scared. He spends months in Toriel’s care and he … loves her.

-He discovers save points day they fight in the basement and he screams-screams-screams with her dust on his hands.

-(there are two ways this AU might go at this point, one is that Ed snaps and goes on a Genocide run until he meets Sans in the Hall of Judgement(? I think that’s what it’s called) and there Ed has a change of heart and performs a True Reset, OR he just reloads the save point from before his fight with Toriel without leaving the ruins at all. Because I’m an Angst Lover™, my personal HC is the first option).

-Toriel can never get him to tell her why he sometimes stumbles into her room in the night and sobs apologies into her nightshirt, clutching at her with his one hand.

-His run after that is a True Pacifist run (yes yes I’ve read that has to be the second run after a Neutral but this is AU). He’s already got the blood of one mother (one run, one world) on his hands, he refuses to add anyone else’s). He meets the monsters of the Underground, and he is awed by their magic just as they are awed by his alchemy, and Alphys makes him a shiny new arm to replace his old one after they figure out that he CAN learn monster magic for some reason (the Gate, blame the Gate, humans in this world don’t have a Gate).

-And he learns things, and befriends people and sometimes he watches Sans and Papyrus and feels an ache that isn’t his arm and wonders why he feels like something is Missing™, like that should be a mirror of him and another when he is an only child. But he loves the brothers anyway, and he treats Papyrus like his hero, because he remembers this skeleton who was so very very SURE he could be a good person if he just TRIED, and he gives Undyne water because she may be scary and angry but she’s also kind of cool and he wants to be friends.

-But sometimes fighting is inevitable, no matter how much he refuses to kill and so when everything unravels and Flowey becomes his adult Asriel form … Ed fights. He fights and fights.

-But he does not kill

-He choses Mercy.

-And in the end, when Asriel insists he cannot rejoin the monsters as himself, Ed, being the stubborn genius he is, says, “Then be my brother.”

-And there among the flowers, using materials scavenged from the Underground and supplemented with magic, Ed makes an empty shell that looks a bit like him, but not quite. Younger. Gentler. He fuses magic and alchemy and pure unrelenting Determination to give this boy a second chance just like he was given one and…

-And the boy in the flowers opens his bright gold eyes.

-He wiggles his fingers in awe and Ed laughs until he cries.

-“What should my name be?” The boy (Ed’s little brother) asks shyly, “I don’t … think Asriel OR Flowey fit me anymore.”

-“How about Alphonse?” Ed asks, the name sitting easy on his tongue, “It’s a name from a book I read in the aboveground. I can call you Al!” And the boy named Alphonse smiles shyly and hand in hand they stumble up the path to the door that leads to the outdoors, to freedom and light and life-.

-They step over the threshold and the world crumbles.

-The Underground was magic, and magic had kept Truth from finding the wayward Edward, but once they were outside-.

-They tumble back through the gates on a burst of magic so strong Truth cannot stop them and steal anything more.

-They wake up on the bloodstained floor of Ed’s old family home.

-Winry’s grandmother (I forget her name atm) finds them when she comes to check on Ed, having seen the brilliant flash of light that came from the transmutation circle. She comes to … conclusions … when she sees Ed huddled there with a boy who looks like him but Not clutched in his arms, one arm now METAL like automail and an older haunted look in his eyes as he stares at her like he hasn’t seen her in a long, long time.

-She doesn’t ask. She just takes them home. When Winry asks who the other boy is, Ed says “That’s Alphonse. He’s my brother.” And something in his tone brooks no argument.

-It’s a small town, but the Elrics have always been Odd, so no one really questions it when Winry’s grandmother says that the boy’s father showed up late one night and dropped off a child from another woman (even Winry is told this story, though she … has suspicions as she grows older). Ed’s arm is explained as an alchemy accident, and if the “automail” that is a foreign design and strange makeup well … the Rockbells are eccentric mechanical geniuses. It’s probably just a new design.

-Roy Mustang knows none of these things when he comes looking for a genius alchemist. He finds the bloody circle like in canon, he talks to Ed about the military.

-Ed quietly tells him no.

-Funnily enough, the world still has a happy ending. Because Alphonse has never been aboveground save that one tragic time and he is curious about the world, so Ed and Al take to traveling, doing odd jobs with Alchemy to get by, and this somehow leads them getting dragged into the plot and probably Ed still joining the military just to get nosy people off his back.

-But the Homonculus are going to get a NASTY shock when they try their plot, because Ed and Al have already seen the end of that Run and they are not going to do it again and for all Alchemy is a known factor that Father can control.

-Magic and Determination?

-Not. So. Much.

#SE asks #oliverslewty asks #Secret Engima Rambles #NEW AU #aaaaaaaaa #Anthem for the Homesick verse

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zetalial · 4 years

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FMA fanfiction recs!

Hey, so in my recent fma survey, I asked people for FMA fanfiction! And they delivered, yay! Thank you. I decided to make them into a nice list for all to see.

You’re very sweet, Anon but I’m afraid it’s already too late. This ended up quite, quite long. And I’m amazed at how long some of these stories are - if you’re looking for stuff to read, hopefully this list will occupy you for a while, (especially if you check some of the author’s other works).

Most of these I have not read, but hey, they were recced so they’ve got to be good, right? Range of ships and stories from both canons. I’ve included the ships but haven’t included ratings so be warned that some of these may be explicit. (The author will probably indicate it themselves though.)

Full list under cut!

-Fullmetal’s Company by Roseveare | 18434 words | Gen, takes place pre-series. | Ed should have never flashed the silver pocketwatch in a warzone.

-A Wicked Game by Tierfal | 59921 words | RoyEd, Modern!AU | Roy has lucked into the all-expenses-paid vacation of his dreams – all he has to do is convince a bunch of happy couples that he's head-over-heels in love with Ed Elric. What could possibly go wrong?

-Be light from now on by Merel | 2363 words | GreedLing, Modern!AU | “Let’s go inside, sweetheart.” Cat café

-Number 28 by Sevlow | 63347 words | Gen, Parental RoyEd, divergence | As of today, Edward Elric had been missing for four months, two weeks, and five days. Warnings for angst, some gore, and Chimera!Ed.

-In the Gaslight by UnorthodoxCreativity |13542 words | RoyEd | Ed hates military parties. This is no surprise. But when a certain bastard of a colonel takes it into his head to make Ed's night a happier one, well. Ed's not complaining.

-Through the Gate by PreelikesWriting | 3 part series totalling 252736 words | Harry Potter crossover with BH Ed Pre-promised day covering books 5-7 of the HP books. Last part is still incomplete. | Edward is transported to the Wizarding world and must fight his way back home.

-Playing God by the Flamel Cult | 44445 words | Harry Potter crossover | I thought the dull aching was something other than my demise. As it turned out, I was sorely mistaken. Perhaps I should listen to Alphonse more; maybe then there wouldn't be another bloody tragedy that would, inevitably, end it all. For good.

-snipers solve 99% of all problems by silentwalrus | 134066 words | Harry Potter crossover, incomplete post-Promised day | Ed had thought, after the whole Promised Day, homunculus, entire country harvested for alchemical batteries thing, the batshit quotient of his life would have settled down some. He really ought to have topped out the meter with that one. But no. The bullshit is just getting started.“Are you fucking kidding me,” Ed demands. “The wizards?”

-Harry Potter and the Eastern Sage by LiteratureWork | 141609 words | Harry Potter Crossover Brotherhood incomplete | Nicholas Flamel was famous for creating the philosopher's stone, but like Lockhart's smile it was all a lie. Flamel stole a part of the stone and it took Edward 642 years to get it back along with the souls inside of it, one which was his brother. But after traveling to Hogwarts to retrieve it, Dumbledore has other plans for the ancient hero.

-Reversed by Autzulfrost | 162206 words | Harry Potter crossover post 03 anime | At the end of the first anime, Ed is sent back to London. But he's a kid again and through a twist of fate gets involved with the wizarding world. Will the alchemist help save wizarding Britain? Will he find a way to return to his home and true family?

-Stray Hayate by Famousfault | 3436 words| Harry Potter crossover | Hayate had no idea how he had ended up there, but he had no other choice but to accept the situation. Harry at the other hand is not quite as satisfied with it.

-Demon Alchemist by Metisket | Series, 88462 words | Brotherhood divergence covers whole series | Al died in the transmutation. In which Ed becomes Central's local vigilante, thereby becoming Maes's problem. Roy finds something poetic in this.

-No Crueler Punishment by Gomboc123 | 2504 words | Post-promised day humour | Instead of taking away Roy's vision, Truth decides to take something much more precious from Roy, and defaces him in the worst way possible.

-The Bond we Share by DiaHonkers | 23750 words | What if Brotherhood where Ed and Al share a body incomplete | The Fullmetal Alchemist was a weird person. He joined the military at only 12 years old. But the weirder thing about him was that he changed personalities in the blink of an eye. One moment he could be screaming his head off at you and the other he would be profusely apologizing. He would constantly talk to himself, and his commanding officer didn't bat an eye. But what they didn't know that it wasn't just one person. It was two.

-Another Journey by Isil'zha BLZ | 254486 words | Whole series rewrite. | The Elric brothers embark on another journey, but this time it's different than the ones they've been through before. A reimagining of the FMA story that combines elements from both anime to create what is (hopefully) the best of both worlds.

-A boy named Ed by BelloftheSea | 302732 words | Post-canon but Ed is young again without memories of his old life. Incomplete | Ed knew he was different. It wasn't just that he was smarter than the other kids or even that he had automail. No, it had more to do with the way people would occasionally look at him, like they were expecting somebody else. It was the way his mechanic cried the day she met him. It was the way his dad would sometimes slip – and call him Fullmetal.

-Nothing Gold by Rydia Highwind | 23230 words | EdLing Post-canon, AU ending | Ling has gained immortality. Ed has not.

-Unto the Shores of Acheron by LAXgirl | 99904 words | Gen, post 03 AU | Everyone thought Edward was dead. But when someone tries to resurrect him, no one's prepared to deal with the soulless look alike that's created instead, or its hurt and anger when his original half unexpectedly returns from the other side of the Gate.

-Nequitia Est Manus by Azei | 103304 words | Divergence story incomplete | Madame Christmas meets a blonde brat with a fondness for drinking all her whiskey and giving her more headaches than Roy ever did. AU in which Ed fakes his death at the end of episode 26 and uses it as a means to stop Father's plans from the sidelines.

-Beast of a Burden by Shoulderpads | 66416 words | Diverges Pre-canon, BH incomplete | Alternate universe where Ed and Al don't get the chance to try and bring their mom back before they're taken to the labs as subjects for chimera experimentation.

-The Colours of the World by MaiKusakabe | 114228 words | Harry Potter crossover Post Promised day, incomplete | When Roy Mustang went to retrieve his eyesight from Truth, he wasn’t expecting to end up doing a job in exchange. It couldn’t even be an easy job, of course, because Edward’s assessment of Truth was a pretty accurate one.

-Confirmation Bias by Cryogenia | 3327 words | RoyEd vague timeline. | (No summary)

-Phylactery by Shade40 | 250666 words | Post-Promised day AU, incomplete | Six years after the Promised Day, Selim is Homunculus and child. As he studies alchemy, Selim realizes it is possible to resurrect his family. The Homunculi deserve the same second chance that he was given, but while they struggle to embrace their newfound humanity, an unknown player comes with a deal that divides them. Post-FMAB with bits from 2003 series.

-Inhuman Beings by wllw | 3173 words | Mid BH, Pride + Kimblee centric | At the edges of his vision, the shadows followed him.

-The Twelve Days of Disaster by MEOW-I'm-A-Dog | 47932 words | A series of oneshots about Christmas that go from crack to full cocaine. Written on a whim, not to be taken seriously unless you want to. Characters: Breda, Ed, Al, Havoc, Fuery, Hawkeye, Falman, Mustang, Hughes and the occasional Armstrong

-At Gate’s Edge by Winds of Water | 455478 words | RoyEd 03 AU where human transmutation went awry and Ed is a ghost. Incomplete | Love's never easy as it is, but it's twice as hard when you're separated by life and death.

-Grand Arcanum by The-Immortal-Moon | 343781 words | Series AU and roleswap blending 03 and BH. Incomplete | Brothers Edward and Alphonse tragically lose their bodies in a failed attempt at human transmutation. Now, they partner with their childhood friend, Winry, and scour Amestris in search of the Philosopher’s Stone.

-Abandon All Hope, Ye who enter here by Anonymous | 17171 words | Dark! Au from end of 03. Ed being held by Dante. NonCon. | Everything went wrong. Al is gone, Dante has the Stone, and Ed is a prisoner to the fanciful whims of his new captor.

-Love Can Melt the Ice by Winryofresembool | 63640 words | EdWin Modern!Au | Edward Elric, a hockey player from Amestris, participates in his first ever Olympics. The only thing he's planning to get from there is a gold medal. However, when he accidentally bumps into a childhood friend, a talented figure skater Winry Rockbell, he learns there are things bigger than hockey.

-Our Embalmed hearts, our desolate kingdoms by spooky_bee | 155853 words | Neon Genesis Evangelion fusion with FMAB RoyAi | "He leans back, palms connecting with the concrete, and looks up over their city, their desolate kingdom. In the rain, Central City might as well be the ruins of Xerxes, empty and grey, and he and she may as well be the last two people on earth."Or, Love in the Time of Giant Robots

-Talking With Ghosts by em-witchwood | 2801 words | EdRiza, Post FMA 03 | Out of all of them, she was probably the only one that didn’t regret all the things she had never said to him, because she’d said all that she wanted.

-We That Are Young by Stoplight Delight | 277131 words | Pre-canon | It's a well-known fact that innocents make poor soldiers. Fortunately, Riza Hawkeye's childhood was not entirely innocent. She had to grow up fast... though she wasn't the only one. The early years of the Colonel and his First Lieutenant.

-Tempest by Bookwrm389 | 16810 words | Gen, vaguely mid-series Parental RoyEd | Ed is adamant that he doesn't need a father. And it's only when he's about to lose the closest thing he has to one that he understands how very wrong he is.

-Flames of Consequence by EnviousMonster | 67018 words | Gen, Envy lives AU post BH. Incomplete | Where Envy survives and is given a second chance to become something more than they were made to be. Will contain depictions of violence, emotional and mental duress, etc.

-Stock Market Crash by VIKAN | 29301 words | Gen, vaguely canon timeline | Stranded in the middle of the Eastern Desert, Roy Mustang must try to get himself and a concussed Edward across it safely before he completely loses his mind.

-Mendacium by ChaoticClueless | 15558 words | My Hero Academia crossover with BH Ed. Incomplete | Edward didn't want to help Truth. He didn't want to go to a different world to defeat yet another Father. He didn't want to become a vigilante there.He also wanted his brother back. The choice was obvious, even if Truth is a massive asshole.

-Reverti Ad Praeteritum by Batsutousai | 288908 words | EdRoy Timetravel story, BH | Unwillingly forced to serve as a human trial for a crazy alchemist experimenting with time travel, Edward Elric finds himself standing across from Truth in the moment it takes his leg from him. Armed with the knowledge of what's to come and burdened with guilt for the choices he'd made as an adult, Ed sets out to fix every mistake he ever made and save every life they ever lost, no matter what it takes.

-Best Kept Secret by MoonStarDutchess | 523815 words | RoyAi BH canon-compliant incomplete | What if Roy and Riza were secretly married through the entire series? This story tells you that.

-Ash Like Snow by Laora | 6723 words | Harry Potter Crossover | His sanity is crumbling away, but then, so is the entire wizarding world.

-Penance by Laora | 125965 words | Harry Potter Crossover around Promised Day | The Gate was opening; the black arms stretched toward him and Pride. Ed knew he had no say in the matter. He would be pulled to this parallel dimension, alternate universe—whatever it was—and Amestris would be left to die. Truth merely grinned.

-Jiǔ by agentcalliope | 3131 words | Roy-centric piece, RoyAi | the nine steps Roy Mustang takes towards acceptance

-Homefront by hlwim | 50895 words | BH AU, some RoyAi | Miss Riza's arrival in Resembool has the potential to ruin everything.

-Infernia by mitsys | 3899 words | Royai, Pacific Rim AU | Some stories aren't told in headlines or newspapers, but in the touch of hands and minds. They linger together in the Drift, lines melting together into the seams, and they don't mourn the lost letters. They've been writing their story long enough to do it without words.

-Wooden by tobu_ishi | 1928 words | Gen, Post 03 anime, Ed in other world | He never realized how useful automail could be until he was an entire world away from it, or what a pain simple daily tasks could become.

-Mirrorworld by Tramontana Keeper | 305134 words | EdHei, Pre-CoS AU | Ed managed to prove that he was truly from a different world, and Alfons finds himself captive in Ed's dream of opening the Gate.

-Fragile Worlds by The Prettiest Frog in the Pond | 5635 words | Gen, 03 anime AU | He'd been stuck in this place for months now, but no matter what he says, nothing changes. He's Edward Elric. He's been Edward Elric all his life. So why won't they believe him?

-One Foot in by Firewind | 7008 words | Gen, 03 anime AU | Envy shows Ed why it's unwise to break a deal with homunculi.

-The Circle by Elfpen | 3007 words | Gen, promised day | Edward Elric teaches alchemy at Central University. A particularly horrible student leads them down a path of dark discussion, which somehow, leads Edward back full circle.

-Ignis Fatuus by Mikkeneko | 5787 words | Gen. | Edward attempts to break apart a chimera made from an animal and a child.

-Abstention by Asidian | 11117 words | Vague timeline | An assignment to snow country under Colonel Mustang is bad enough for the damper it puts on the Elrics' search for the Stone, but downed supply lines lead to cut rations, and Ed discovers that he can't take the deprivation as well as he'd like to pretend.

-Never break the chain by haganenobeato | 4199 words | RoyAi BH, vague timeline | The nights were not kind to Riza Hawkeye. Sleep felt elusive following the failed operative to capture a homunculus after Gluttony swallowed the Colonel whole with Edward alongside him. Before she could gather her bearings and make sense of what was happening, Mustang’s men were transferred at different cardinal points in Amestris with herself at the center as Bradley’s assistant.As for him… he had been changed.

-Men and Angels by Laora | 56333 words | Timetravel AU | Trisha can't understand; she's terrified, but she has to stay calm. Her boys are gone, replaced by her sons from the future...and something, she knows, is terribly wrong.

-The Really Ridiculously Good Looking Summer Festival by VerboseWordsmith | 45594 words | Modern!Band!AU RoyEd | Quasi-indie newcomers, Fullmetal Alchemist, just hit number one with their second single on the Amestris Hot 100 Rock chart and they've been added to the lineup of this summer's Transmuted Tour.

-To Love is to Sacrifice by Konfessor2U | 6372 words | Edvy, BH | Edward is held captive as a human sacrifice and Envy is set to watch over him.

-Not in His Job Description by alightintheshadows | 1331 words | Gen, BH Post-promised day, Parental Roy | General Mustang receives visitor much too early on a Sunday morning, but he doesn't mind in the slightest.

-Aftermath by Asidian | 32148 words | Elricest, vaguely post-series | Not even a year after Al receives his new body, Ed requests a mission that will take him far from his brother's side. When things go terribly wrong, they must pick up the pieces together.

-Ignis Aurum Probat by writing_addict | 34827 words | How to train your dragon AU, FMAB, incomplete | Edward Elric is born early into the dead of winter, on an island twelve days North of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing-To-Death. He comes into the world sickly and small--and endlessly defiant, burning with the kind of rage that can shake the foundations of the universe. The gods themselves hear that scream, that roar of fury and thunder promising to remake the world as they know it, and wonder. Fifteen years later, Ed brings down the Night Fury that's been plaguing his people for generations, stands over it with the perfect opportunity to make the kill...and spares it.

-Satellite by SpicyReyes | 103170 words | EdRoy, Timetravel, BH incomplete | A rogue alchemist, desperate to restore the alchemy of the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, pushes Truth into playing a new game - one that has Edward Elric waking up on the floor of his house where a transmuted abomination should have been, just in time to save his younger self and brother. He might have a chance to do everything again, now, though...He would never hold anything but bitterness for the title of 'dad,' but maybe an older brother could make things better.

-With Eyes Anew by Rider_of_Spades | 500 words | LustScar FMA 03 | "She’s not your second chance– she’s your first." On the implications of being in love with a Homunculus.

-Son of the Desert by ShanaStoryteller | 10445 words | Ishvalan!Ed AU, BH EdRoy | Every time Edward sees the circle on the back Mustang's hand, he wants to scream, wants to reach across the desk and shake him, wants to wrap his hands around the older man's throat and ask if it was worth it, if this desk and his rank is worth the screaming, crying, writhing, burning bodies of his people-

-Tears and Rain by BeautifulFiction_FMA | 196772 words | RoyEd FMA 03 vague timeline | When Ed stops an assassination attempt on Roy's life, he foils one of the opening moves in a massive military intrigue. Can he and Roy stay one step ahead of those who want them dead, or will they both lose the fight to survive?

-The Lost Language of Swans by Mirabella | 2258 words | Elricest, Wingfic Post-series | They smuggled Al out of Central and back to Rizembul, where they rented a small house with room for Ed's books and Al's wings.

-For the night has been unkind by CoolJellyBean25 | 159980 words | RoyEd PostBH AU, Incomplete | Even with the straitjacket off, Ed never feels like it's really gone.

-conflicted by the very air i breathe by writing_addict | 149707 words | some RoyAi, BH AU, incomplete | Edward Elric vanishes after what was supposed to be an ordinary mission. A year later, Roy Mustang gets a call that changes everything.

-World without Roy by Manalfedz | 41482 words | Gen, BH AU, incomplete | Wherein...Roy tries not to freak out in an alternate world where everything has gone horribly wrong.

-A sudden alchemy by LadyMerlin | 5388 words | RoyEd Modern!Au | The one in which Roy is a Knight in Shining Armour

-A Pyramid Scheme by PhantomRose96 | 1662 words | Gen, immediately Post!BH | “Why didn’t you run?” “Sorry?” “Why didn’t you run away, Fullmetal?”

-From Ashes by JordannaMorgan | 22864 words | Gen, canon-compliant set right after the human transmutation attempt. | Edward and Alphonse had a long journey to make before they ever left home.

-Babylon by BeautifulFiction_FMA | 261096 words | RoyEd, post FMA 03 AU | Two years after retrieving his brother's body from the Gate of Truth Edward Elric is still paying the price. Will his debt ever be repaid, or will it finally cost him everything?

-Havoc’s Foolproof Plan by 1stTimeCaller | 9187 words | vague timeline, some RoyAi shiptease. | Havoc's love life is constantly interrupted by his womanizing boss. So he decides to try it on with the one woman who is immune to Mustang's charm.

-The Ordeal of Being Known by budgeWrites | 20254 words | FMA 03 AU LustScar Lust and Scar both live, Incomplete | On conquering demons, remembering how to live, and coming home.

-Focus by Sevlow | 37665 words | Gen, vague timeline | Mustang, Edward, and all the other Alchemists of fair Amestris are starting to lose their grip on their own minds and bodies. The Amestrian military is in chaos as dozens of its higher-ranking officers start losing their minds to an unknown sickness.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #fmab #fma 2003 #fma fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic recs #wow there's a lot here #you guys recced so many!#thanks so much!#there's all sort of ships here #I've made a point to mark them out

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edxwin-elric · 4 years

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Time Will Tell

FMA Secret Santa 2019

@snowdog49 surprise! I’m your FMA Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little Edwin AU!

Rating: T

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 2313

Title: Time Will Tell

Description: Edwin One Shot/Roleswap AU

Edward is an automail mechanic and Winry is his most loyal customer. The story is that she lost her right arm and lower left leg due to rogue explosions from the nearby military conflict, but Ed knows the truth. A failed alchemical attempt to bring back her parents after they were killed in Ishval. As someone who lost his own mother, he understands her grief, but his anger at his absentee father on top of that pain has left him with a short fuse. Yet somehow, his annoying and maybe-sometimes-adorable childhood best friend and automail client puts him at ease. However, her frequent visits for repairs are making Ed suspicious.

A/N: Merry Christmas!/Happy Holidays! I hope you like it!

ffn || ao3

Edward

“Hey, Brother?”

“Mmm?”

I don’t bother to look up at Al, who has his head in the door to my workroom. I’m focused on fitting a very tiny screw into a very precise hole, so I really don’t have time for distractions right now.

“I think you should clear your afternoon.”

Narrowing my eyes on my work, I talk around the screwdriver between my teeth. “Why?”

“Uh,” he bites his lip and finishes quickly, “Winry just called from the train station. She, uh, needs a repair.”

The tool falls out of my mouth, and I see the suddenly-unimportant screw fall between two metal plates as I turn to look over my shoulder.

“What did she do now?”

“I didn’t get all the details from Granny, but it sounded pretty bad.”

“Son of a bitch,” I bite out. “This is the fourth time this month. What the hell is she doing in Central?”

“On the phone I overheard her tell Granny she fell again.”

“She said what?” I sputter looking up at him as I move away from the table. “Bullshit!”

Al shrugs, and I let out a low growl.

“As if my automail was flimsy enough to break from a mere fall,” I hiss. “Absolute bullshit! I mean, hell, she’s supposed to be studying Aerugonian history or literature or something. How does that lead to bimonthly automail repairs?”

“Seriously, Brother, I’m not the one to ask.”

Ripping my apron over my head, I throw it on my workbench and tighten the knot at my waist where my coveralls are tied over my black tank top.

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind, Al,” I mutter. “She knows how hard I worked on that arm. It’s a masterpiece. I was considering taking her to Rush Valley and entering it for the Innovative Automail Competition. If she ruined it…”

I don’t finish my sentence because I’m not sure what I’ll do if Winry destroyed her arm, and Al knows it.

“I think that’s her coming up the road,” Al changes the subject, craning his head to see out the window on to the balcony.

“I can’t look,” I mumble.

“Granny will be expecting us to go down and greet her.”

“I’ll come in a minute.”

I need at least that long to reign in my temper. It won’t do me any good to go off on her the second I go down. She’ll only fly into an indignant rage. Or worse, she’ll start crying. Nothing is worse than the crushing guilt of making Winry cry.

Al nods and disappears down the hall, and I exhale. I hear her voice float up the stairs a few seconds later, and my stomach flips upside down.

Shit.

Why does she have to be so cute? Fuck. I want to scream. Not because she busted my automail—though I could scream over that—but because…

“Fuck,” I groan.

I mean, no. NO. I don’t have a crush on Winry. I can’t. She’s my client. I’m not excited to see her. I’m just…

Annoyed. That’s what it is. Pissed and annoyed because she somehow managed to screw up the fine craftsmanship I did on her arm.

Unless it’s her leg.

I hadn’t even considered that. I shut my eyes for a second and the image of her smooth thigh flashes through my mind.

I feel my cheeks flush, and I want to punch myself. This is bad. I’m a professional. I shouldn’t get distracted like this. What is wrong with me?

“Edward?”

She calls my name from the bottom of the stairs, and I wince because that only makes things worse.

Then again, it’s Winry. She’s not exactly just any client. She’s… She’s…

“Ed,” her voice calls from the hallway, and I turn toward the door just as she steps inside. “Do you have a minute?”

Dammit. She’s perfect.

Winry

My mouth goes dry before the question is even out of my mouth, and suddenly, I can’t breathe. Since when does he look like that? Those shoulders? And the arms? Did he look like that last time? And how long has he been wearing a fitted black tank top? His pecs are—

“Winry?”

“Hmm?” I blink, lifting my eyes to his.

His eyebrows rise, and I swallow.

“Sorry. I, um…”

“Al said you needed a repair,” he starts slowly. “Is that what you wanted to see me about?”

“Oh, um, yes,” I say quickly, licking my lips. “Here. It’s my wrist.”

I walk closer to him and hold out my arm.

“It started locking up while I was writing a paper the other day, and then it did it again last night. I haven’t done anything that would mess it up except I fell out of bed the other morning, and I landed on it.”

“You fell out of bed?” he echoes with surprise. “How old are you?”

“I had a bad dream,” I bite back defensively. “Anyway, what do you think? Can you fix it?”

“Of course, I can fix it.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I roll mine. “Come here.”

He leads me over to the workbench and grabs a headlamp, which he slips over his forehead and the messy bun at the back of his head. I stand still while he turns my wrist over and back, pulling and twisting here and there, asking me the occasional yes-or-no question.

“Has it been hurting?” He turns it over again and looks up at me.

“Only a twinge here and there. Nothing too serious.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” I frown, something about his vagueness is bothering me.

“I’m not sure…”

My impatience increases, and I reach up with my free arm to rub my neck.

“Edward, can you fix it or–”

“Hold still, would ya?” he interrupts testily.

“I am being still.”

I’ve been standing still for a whole five minutes, and he has yet to say a single thing about my automail.

“Winry, just–”

“Ow!” I jerk when he twists my arm, sending a burst of pain through my elbow. “That hurt!”

“Well if you’d be still, it wouldn’t–”

“I was!” I snap. “And warn me next time!”

“I didn’t know it was going to hurt you,” he mutters as he straightens, blinding me with his headlamp. “I’m just doing what you wanted, checking your automail. Again.”

“Oh, don’t blame this on me,” I huff. “You designed it. If it keeps breaking, it’s probably your fault.”

“Bullshit,” he snarls, whipping off the light on his head. “That piece was perfect when I fitted it.”

“And the Titanic was unsinkable.”

“Son of a bitch, Winry, do you want me to fix it or not? Because if we’re just going to stand here arguing all day, I have other shit I can be doing.”

I sigh, shaking my head.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “Of course, I want you to fix it.”

“Okay.” He takes my wrist in his hands again. “Then be still.”

“Fine.”

“Okay,” he says after fiddling with it for another five minutes. “I think I found the problem. Fair warning, this might hurt.”

Before he even finishes, he presses down with his thumb, and a sharp pain shoots from my wrist up my arm and shoulder into my neck.

“Edward!” I screech at him as tears spring into my eyes.

“What? You said to warn you, so I did!”

“That was hardly a warning,” I hiss, pulling my wrist away and cradling my arm.

“You’re impossible!” He shouts, waving his arms in surrender.

“Me? If either of us is impossible it’s you!”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m not the one who wants a warning and then yells at me even after I give her one!”

“That’s not why I yelled,” I retort, my voice strained with annoyance. “God, how did I fall in love with such an idiot?”

“I’m not an idiot! I’m—wait, what?”

“I yelled because I was in pain. You didn’t give me time to prepare before you–”

“What did you say?” he cuts me off, and I blink.

“When?”

“Just now.”

“Um…” I frown. “You’re an idiot?”

“Not that part. The other thing.”

“I was in pain?”

“It was before that,” he mumbles.

“Oh, I said–” I pause, and my heart trips over itself.

Did I really say that? Oh no.

I feel my eyes get wide, and I look back at Ed who is watching me closely.

“I said, um…”

“You said you’re in love with me,” he finishes finally. “Right?”

“Well…” I swallow, and I feel heat lick my face. “I think, technically, I said I was in love with an idiot…”

“But I’m the only idiot you know, right?”

“St-statistically, that isn’t necessarily true. I mean, I know a lot of people, and more than likely several of them are–”

“Oh my God, you’re such a nerd.”

“Shut up,” I hiss, ducking my head.

“Just…let me fix your arm.”

“Okay.” I hold my wrist out to him and avoid eye contact as he makes his adjustments.

“Sorry if this hurts again.”

He puts pressure on a spot by my thumb, and I wince. Reaching out with my other hand for something to keep me from collapsing, I find his elbow and cling to him for balance.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Give me a second. I just need to…”

He grabs a screwdriver from the table and returns his focus to the automail while my fingers remain tightly curled around his arm.

“There,” he says gently. “Better?”

I’m hesitant to move it after the excruciating jolt from a second ago. Another one of those will bring me to my knees for sure.

“Here,” he murmurs, taking my automail hand in both of his. “I’m just going to try to rotate it.”

“Okay.”

He moves it carefully, and I watch, holding my breath. When it doesn’t hurt, I nod, and he turns it again more quickly.

“I think that worked,” I say quietly as I exhale.

“It was just jammed. A fall like you mentioned could’ve caused it. I’ll just need to make a note of how it happened, so I can adjust my design.”

“Thank you, Ed.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He moves away, and I suddenly feel nervous. I watch as he returns the screwdriver to the workbench, and then I grab his hand without thinking.

“What?” He blinks, turning back to me.

“Um…just… Nothing.” I let go, and look away, a new flush climbing up my neck. “I just… I was going to say, um…”

“Yes?”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel that way,” I blurt. “I mean, if you don’t like me like that.”

“Oh.” He nods.

“I mean, I understand. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, and I don’t want to make things weird between us–”

“Shut up, Winry.”

“Right.” I press my lips together and start to leave. “I should go.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“What?” I look back up at him.

“I…I was trying to say you don’t have to… I mean, you don’t have to explain… I-I–”

“You what, Ed?”

“Fuck it.”

I open my mouth to ask what that is supposed to mean, but then he’s moving toward me. Fast. I blink, and his hand curls around my hip, and suddenly he’s kissing me.

Oh.

It lasts half a second, and then I realize I need to kiss him back.

So, I do.

Immediately, his hand slides around my neck, and he groans against me. My arm curls around his waist, and I sigh against his lips.

A knock from the doorway surprises us, and we instantly separate.

“Well,” says Al smugly. “It’s about damn time.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Ed glares at him, his hand still on my waist.

“Don’t ruin the moment, Brother.”

Ed looks ready to lay into him, but Alphonse walks off before he can.

“Ignore him,” I say softly. “He’s just teasing you.”

“I know,” he growls, “but it’s still irritating.”

“Granny said she’s making stew by the way!” Al calls from down the hall.

“Be there in a minute!” I shout back at him.

“Stew is good,” Ed comments starting for the door. “I’m starving.”

“Ed, wait.” I tug on his arm. “What does this mean?”

“What does what mean?” He tilts his head at me.

“You kissed me?” I shift my weight.

“Oh yeah. Well, um…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I figured you like me, and I like you, and we’ll just…see what happens, I guess.”

“Oh good. I just wanted to be sure. Let’s go eat.”

“Fuck yeah.”

He starts for the door, and I follow him.

“You know,” I tell him on the stairs, “if we aren’t telling Granny yet, I’ll probably need to fake some automail injuries to give me a reason to visit more often.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he mutters. “As long as they’re fake.”

“Oh, but Granny will be able to spot a false injury, so I’ll just have to find a way to break my automail on purpose.”

“What!” he sputters, tripping on a stair. “No! Don’t you dare!”

I walk faster down the steps as he yells after me.

“Winry, you’re kidding, right? Winry?”

Pressing my lips together to keep from laughing, I make my way to the kitchen where I fix a bowl for Ed along with my own. I’ll put him out of his misery when we sit down. I’m not that cruel. I know how important automail is to him. I just also enjoy riling him up, the same way he does me.

“There’s never a dull moment with you two, is there?” Granny says as she sits down at the table.

I grin and sit down across from her. “I certainly hope not, but only time will tell.”

And I really look forward to finding out.

#fmasecretsanta2019 #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #edwin fic #my edwin #fanfiction by me #gift fic #time will tell #fueled by fire #otp: tears of joy

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queakenstein · 5 years

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Queaky!! If you are still in a writing mood, perhaps something FMA? Winry and Edward's pre-wedding jitters, or something equally fluff-like?

There’s a certain expectation to be met when it comes to weddings. White dresses, bouquets, veils and dancing. Vows written from the heart or at least recited through nerves and tears. Edward could remember a couple of weddings he’s seen. He’s never been to one that he can vividly recall being enthused about anything other than cake. Still, when the decision is finally made that he and Winry would finally make it all legally official, there’s hiccups.

His fiance is a blur of excitement. Babbling about how she used to plan her wedding when she was a girl and laughing about how far they’ve come from Al fighting with Ed over who would eventually marry her. Then it sinks in.

There was no father or father figure to give her away. Her mother wouldn’t be there to give her all the advice a new bride would crave… all the things her parents would be missing. Both of their parents would be missing. It begins to dampen her spirits. Pinako offers to go rummaging around to see if theirs anything left from previous family weddings.

It makes Ed reflect on how many people they’ve all lost. A day they should be celebrating quickly becomes a weight of guilt and gloom neither seemed to shake.

They’re sitting at breakfast a few weeks later when he manages to speak the words they’ve both been thinking. “Maybe we should just go to the court house, Win.” He’s tapping the end of his pen on the sheet of paper they’ve been writing names down on. “Skip the whole thing.”

A lot of emotions flicker across her face and she pinches her lips together to stop whichever one is making her tear up. “Is that what you want?”

He shrugs. “I don’t care.” He catches that dangerous look in her eye and he smiles, softly. “Long as I get to marry you.”

“I want a ceremony though, Ed.” She urges, fervently, and scoots her mostly empty plate away from her. Winry sighs and drops her chin into her palm. “I want… the dress and the vows… the whole thing. Our family and friends.” Her eyes drift to the wall full of pictures behind him. “I’m just sad that some of them can’t be there.” She stands to move closer to him and leans against the back of his chair while her arms drape around his shoulders. She smiles when he blows her long blonde locks away from his face and kisses the crown of his head. “I’m sorry that I haven’t seemed…” She trails off.

“Enthusiastic?” He supplies and snorts. “I was beginning to think it was me.”

She wacks him, gently, and rolls her eyes. “Shut up, I’m apologizing.”

He dips his head back to gaze up at her. “I just want you to be happy, Winry. I don’t like to see you cry.” He blushes, even after all this time, when she kisses his lips. “Made a promise ‘n everything, you know.”

“Less of a promise. More of an awkward scream.” She giggles and only half dodges the swipe he makes at her. She is pulled into his lap and leans her head against his shoulder. “So… are we doing a ceremony or not?”

“Do you want one?”

“Do you not?”

He huffs. “Winry.” She says her name with frustration and love in a way that only he can. She imagines she sounds the same when calling him ‘edward’. “I get to call you my wife at the end of the day. I really don’t care what we do but I will be happy to do what ever it is to make you happy.”

She lets that sink in. Thinks about all the tears she will already shed from happiness and those she will cry because of those who will never see her in her gown. Then she hops off his lap and walks into the workshop where her grandmother is working on some of their orders. She doesn’t give Ed much time to really figure out what she’s doing because she marches right back to him. “You said anything.”

He looks nervous but nods, warily. “Y-Yes.”

She leans forward and kisses him. “I’m going into town… to buy some things. I want you to meet me at the courthouse at 4.”

“A-Are you serious?” He gaps at her. “I thought you wan–”

“I want our friends and our family with us to celebrate. I want to be able to speak our vows before them… we can do all that. But, maybe, it’ll be easier if we skip some parts.” She holds his face in her hands. “I’ll give myself to you… we came together without anyone else leading us. So. We can bind ourselves that way too.” She blushes. “Does that sound okay to you, Ed?”

He grins and moves out of his chair to embrace her. “I get my Mrs. Elric-Rockbell. Of course, that’s fine with me.”

#queaky writes #i hope they seem in character #fma #fmab #fanfiction #edwin #edwin fma #fma fanfiction #fmab fanfiction

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briteboy · 6 years

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okay i’m gonna be real with you. i have...a LOT...of messages. going as far back as like...january? probably? i know...i’m so bad...don’t crucify me. i tried to get through all of them but there were a lot that i didn’t have a worthwhile reply for so i’m sorry if i didn’t answer something you sent :{

so here we have: a lot of nice things, a lot of santisms, reactions to the lou and cillian punchout, a few responses to my portfolio and other stuffs...i wanted to put astrology asks in at the end but it’s...a lot more than i thought it was and it’s 3 am so i’d rather die than answer all of those LMAO sorry. i’ll get to it next time

Anonymous said:

u can delete the snorting cum asks but it will still follow you for eternity

okay so I saw the ask about snorting cum and it reminded me of a time that cum came out of my nose. It was gross but my boyfriend and I laughed it off. idk. I thought it would be a funny thing to share!! i'd understand if you didn't want this on your blog!! (maybe it makes you laugh!!)

wELL. WE’RE OFF TO A GOOD START HERE. i’m screaming at this...i hope nothing EVER comes out of my nose ever in life...i hate this but ur right it did make me laugh

(Winry anon again) Also, did you get her name from FMA Winry Rockbell because if so I love it

hehe...yes...

hornybodies

this is what bartsim calls me and i hate her for it

whats the truth bitch

I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THIS IS ABOUT BUT I’M LAUGHIGN

i never realised how much i actually missed santi but now im CRYING AND I WANT HIM BACK IN EVERY SINGLE POST WITH LOU BY HIS SIDE LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER PLEASE

I missed santirat's beautiful face there are literal tears rn

me too...i hate that i miss him so much it’s so freaking dumb...i haven’t cried to my own story in a while but i bet i’m gonna once santi’s comeback rolls around. i’m already bracing myself

nvm u can have the lovely rat back, that way my heart wouldn’t be hurting like it is now

honestly yeah that’s fair

Been silently following your blog and though I'm more of a "ghost"(? What does that even mean¿) follower, I can't help but express just how chocked I am to see Santi again OMG. Gutted Lou has had a flashback, she does not deserve this. :'(

hello casper the friendly ghost...i love having santi pop up with surprise flashbacks hehe...ur right though she DOES NOT NEED THIS in her life, but it will get better for her soon do not fret my ghoulish friend

I need more pics of Lou and Santi together I’m not satisfied, thankssss

ELI AND MIYU GETTING SO EXCIted WHEN LOU TOLD THEM SHE LIKES GIRLS MY HEART :’)

HEHEH i love it cause that’s literally how my friends and i act, it was fun to write in a scene :~} i’m glad you liked it :’}}

Yeah when I cut my hair short everyone assumed I liked girls I found it kind of odd, but I didn't care too much. It mostly just made me end up realizing all the shit lgbt people go through, one time a guy literally went up to me and my friend, my bff who no one really knew was a lesbian was terrified because he said "oh dont worry lesbians are hot, but gay guys are just disgusting" it ended up he was talking to me, i just rolled up a piece of paper as tight as I could and smacked him on the head

EWW first of all that guy can take his weird fetishization and homophobia elsewhere thanks...i’m glad you threw a paper ball at him LMAO. but yeah on one hand, coming from ignorant/straight people it’s like “uhhhh why would you assume that about me”, within the lgbt community it’s like...common ground...an inside joke...i guess? so it’s weird. the link between hair, clothes and sexuality is can definitely be harmful in certain circumstances

fiona is my spirit animal and i love her ok thanks for coming to my TED Talk

that was illuminating thank you

i re-read santis story and i s2g i've read it so many times idk, but like its so easy to read i dont mean like emotionally but it flows really well. and like its not too confusing i hate when people make overly convoluted stories in an excuse for being deep its some good shit good job my dude

AKJSDKGKSJD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i never expected anyone to read it oNCE let alone REPEATEDLY...that really makes me so happy though because it’s definitely something you have to go back and read to catch all the details. ahhhhh thank you so much, i never ever want my story to be too complicated so i’m glad you don’t think it is!!

im crying because your recent post reminds me so much of my relationship with my mom when i was younger... she was always out of a job and sometimes we had to resort to living with other family members, it was all really hard on her and especially with having a kid she had to take care of at the same time. even though these are fictional characters, it’s comforting to know that other people have gone through the same situations i have. i love fiona and lou so much, they’re my heart and soul <3

OMG ;_________; i’m crying i’m so glad it resonates with you...i had a lot of friends growing up who were in similar situations and i think i kinda based lou and fi’s relationship on that, so you’re definitely not alone <33 i’m so glad you love them i love u

basically what I’ve learned from these asks is that Gianni is a perfect god-like human and I want one

he is. one time an anon told me they were like santi but they wanted to be rooney and i was like “i’m both santi and rooney on different days and i want to be gianni.” now u know why

hi, i just wanted to pop in and say that i really, really love your blog and i admire your editing skills SO much, i think you are EXTREMELY talented and i don't think you get told that enough. i've been following you for awhile now and i am in love with ALL of your stories, characters and edits you've put out! you're really an inspiration to me and i hope someday my edits can turn out as good as yours!! i don't have reshade so it's harder for me, but i'm trying to learn!! ok have a good day :-)

OMFG ;-; I DO GET TOLD IT A LOT AND IT STILL SEEMS FAKE...you don’t have to go out of your way to compliment me ;___; but thank you so so so much i’m crying...it makes me so giddy that i might inspire someone like WHAT...i don’t even know what i’m doing half the time i edit so u will definitely be able to catch up to me one day even if you don’t have reshade, i know it. i edited without reshade for like 2 and a half years on this blog so you can do it i promise!! have a good day/night/life i love u

fuck my succ

I'm in need of some giannti in my life

we all need some gianti in our lives

Hey! I just wanted to say that ur an amazing writer. You portray everything so well, it’s insane. I want to be a writer someday and I hope my writing is at least somewhat close to yours. Have an awesome day my dude💕

WOW I’M CRYING...i still have a lot of room to grow and so do you, i hope you are able to become the writer you want to be :’} and thank you so much for the wonderful compliment i’m emo have a great day as well

aver is my queen, confirmed.

avey is everyone’s queen confirmed

oksy but listen, look up the model Charlotte Ray Spencer

i did but i couldn’t find her?? all that came up was ray spencer obituaries in charlotte, SC LMFAO...charlotte spencer is an actress tho it seems, is that...who...? omfg

MAY I JUST OFFER THIS NEW SONG OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD CALLED VOID BC I HAVE A FEELING SANTI WOULD LOVE IT (it's also meant for my aggressive sadboi oc)

OH I LOVE THIS IT FITS PERFECTLY WITH THE PLAYLIST I’M MAKING FOR THE NEW ERA OF SANTI...THANK YOU I’M TOTALLY ADDING IT

I had a ectopic pregnancy when I was seventeen but I feel like I got off lightly compared to Molly. Your story is so beautiful in so many ways, I think it’s incredible how much character development you’ve managed to pull off honestly I’m amazed. Thank you ❤️

omg ;_______; i don’t even know what to say to this, but it means so much to me i can’t even put it into words. thank you thank you thank you so much, and i’m so sorry you had to go through that as well. molly was an extreme case and i hope no one has to go through what she went through. i’m glad you’re okay now, and thank you so much for reaching out to me and reading my story at all ;-; <3333

just a heads up: the links button on your ccfinds blog goes to the femmefinds url still

oh yeah i know i’m gonna be real with you...i’m too lazy to fix it lmAO

Luv your stick n poke tats u posted!!! Could u do more? Maybe on diff places on the bod?? Ur so talented. Xx

omg that was FOREVER ago...maaaaaybe in the future...we shall see...but thank you <33

Can u do a family portrait for all ur characters like u did w Lou!!!

oooooh hehe i probably will in the future!!

Kill v maim is one of my favorite songs of all time omg it makes me wanna wear ripped jeans and a leather jacket and cover myself in glitter and smash some windows with a baseball bat MMMMMM

HELL yeah me too...i become a cyber punk alien vampire when i hear that song

maybe do a casting call posted here ? u have many followers and im sure a good chunk live in ur area and would be willing to model ^_^

omg SCARY...i probably could tho tbh that’s a good idea, thank you!

hi sunny, what program do you use to merge your cc and what do you use to detect and remove broken cc that just doesn't work in game anymore? thanks!

i actually haven’t merged on my new laptop yet but i used s4s for merging and there’s the mod conflict detector!!

My game hasn't been working since the first Cats and Dogs patch but I uninstalled and reinstalled and it finally works again 😭

sunny!! would you recommend your computer to play ts4 on? has it good graphics, can handle the highest settings and so? i really need a new computer but i have no idea which one to go for

yes i would recommend it!! i have reshade, ultra settings and like 8 gb of cc.

thanks for answering my ask eee ur story is probably the best ive read on here and yeah. i love how everything connects and everyones just so real. you dont have to post this i just wanted to thank you for being my inspiration and making me smile, laugh, cry, and scream in the middle of the night with your characters.

I LOVE U...it still sounds so fake to me when people say i inspire them, i don’t even know how to respond to all this ;-; just thank you for sparing a glance my way and resonating with my creations. <3 we scream and cry 2gether

I listened to Separator by Radiohead on repeat whilst reading Santi’s story and now that song just reminds me of him and Lou. I’d totally suggest listening to it’s so good! As is your story :3 xxx

oh radiohead that’s good sh*t...i’m listening to it now and i feel the santou vibes...especially when santi’s feeling out of his mind and she’s the only one who can calm him...haha cool..anyways THANK YOU!!!!

how do you make poses for the roof? i'm not sure how i can know if the sims will clip into the roof or float

honestly i just...eyeball it...because all roofs are different and you can’t put them into blender so. i just winged it lmao...i just made a pose that looked like it could’ve been lou climbing out the window, only the rig was still ground level, and then i used alt + 9 to lift the teleporter onto the roof as best as i could. that’s why it probably wouldn’t be a very practical pose to release, because i have no way of making it easy to use

Lou punched him and I knew it would happen. 😀👌 nice, nice I like Lou whopping ass.

hehe i’m glad you enjoyed it...who knew she had a freaking hook like that

ok a theory... santi went to look for molly's mother and yea

omg tell me cillian sings every other freckle at some point

OMFG well...that song came out in 2013 and the current flashback year is 2008 so. i would personally murder cillian myself if he was still in lou’s life 5 years after this honestly

hey kitty girl! i was wondering if you could answer this teensy lil question i got. im writing a "story" anddd i was trying to figure out how to make some parts not cliche. like i hate reading about whatever and being like girll ive done seen this before so i just needs to know. kisses

i absolutely love how this is worded and the fact that u called me kitty, very cute. anyway...this is pretty broad, perhaps you could clarify what kinda cliches you want to steer clear from? a lot of the time when i know something is gonna be cliche and there’s no avoiding it, i just kinda own up to it and try to subtly point out how cliche it is and somehow that makes it work out better...like being self aware somehow adds another more realistic element to the story that makes it better? idk...anyway dm me if you need help!!

so.... lou can remember more of what happened? this is good! go 2 the police bitch! tell them!!!!!!!

she should!! but the only problem is she doesn’t have proof. so... 🤔

how do you write your stories in a way that everything is organized and you're certain and not confused with everything? i mean, do you have any way for writing that let you develop your stories with not so much difficults? i'm trying to write an story for months but i only have a few of the most important events on my mind, i don't know how to develop another important details, i always feel that everything is confuse or crap

hmmmmm well my mind is very ah convoluted so it’s a wonder any of this comes out even somewhat cohesive? but basically i have a very good memory and utilize google docs a lot hahaha. i’ve gone in depth about my writing process here!

whats a good way when it comes to starting a sims story? i mean like the first post? :/

ummmmmm maybe test the waters a bit and just make a post introducing your character(s) first? or dive right in and get sh*t started. it could go either way tbh

boyish by japanese breakfast is a santixlou bop

oh sh*t!!!!!! i love japanese breakfast!! and i love this thank you!

So is lou like into cillian in a way? Making him kinda be in her type

as of right now (in the flashbacks)? HELL fucking no. but you’re right, she did say those things in the future to santi. so 🤔

Everyone guessing shit stupidly annoys me haha. I'M UNOBSERVANT AND I DON'T WANNA GO BACK AND CHECK SHIT, LET ME LIVE. *Like* if you a ~dum~ reader who doesn't want every bit of foreshadowing called out. lol

i respect this honestly whenever i drop the hottest foreshadowing of 2018 i never expect my inbox to flood like it does but here we are and i am amazed

CILLIAN NEEDS TO FUCKING FIGHT ME (TYPING THIS ON MY COMPUTER BC I SAW HIS DINOSAUR ASS AND CHUCKED MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW)

i’m screaming...i’m so sorry it’s my fault about your phone but like also i’m poor i can’t pay for that

i'm studying your latest posts because they're beautiful and my hatred for that long necked bitch is intensifying -- what makes me burn even more is that he's still wearing her necklace, can we say let the bitch burn?

burn babey burn

Why don't you use quick tags?

i’m dumb is why

CILLIAN IS SUCH A SHITASS I HATE HIS FACE WHY R U DOING THIS TO ME

BRUHHHHH THE DINOSAUR LOOKIN ASS BOY IS B A C K run

WAIT THE NECKLACE. HE STOLE THE MCFUCKING NECKLACE BROOOOO

What if Fi's blue eyes are from... Cillian..?

wHY did you have to make him cute and fucking cool though? I still hate him but it's harder.

NVM I JUST LOOKED AT THE POST AGAIN HES WEARING HER NECKLACE INHOPE SHE CHOKES HIMS WOTH IT THIS TIME

I SCREAMED AT THIS SERIES OF QUESTIONS OISDFNGJKDSKJN yeah sorry he’s conventionally attractive but unsettlingly so and i feel uneasy when i look at him and plus the fact that he’s literally evil so .

im like, to 90% sure that cillian is in ace joker. so that song might have reminded lou of him...

this was sent right after that scene of lou hearing the song at pippin’s, so

My conspiracy theory is that cillian is Lou's father. Speakimg of which are we gonna get to that soon, I'm dying of curiosity;.;

I’M LAUGHING I THINK U MEANT FIONA’S FATHER AKSJDKJGDSJ but yeah well. You’ll See

what do u resize ur photos to?

whatever 33% of 1920x1080 is i forget. i have a resizing + sharpening action so i just run that

im about to kill those kids if they keep fucking with my baby

THESE BITCHES BULLYING MY BABY LOU? CATCH THESE HANDS

me @ these ugly kids:

Who are the best creators for mens clothing? I struggle so much to find good cc creators with men specifically!

badabing badaboom

I’m not sure if you’ve converted things before but do you know any good sims 3 cc to sims 4 tutorials? Or your followers?

errrrrr i have no idea i’m sorry :x

would you consider making like a photoshop psd file with all the layers in your editing process?

omg...heck no it would be so unhelpful OMFG mostly because my editing is just my own action + shading and highlighting unique to that pic

would you ever do an editing timlapse of your gameplay pics? 💖💖

ahhhhh maybe!! probably in the future!

OMG HEATHERS WAS FILMED AT MY HIGH SCHOOL AND IM JUST HYPED UP SEEING IT BEING MENTIONED ON THIS ACCOUNT!!

OMFG THAT’S RAD...i’ve literally only seen it once tho i’m fake

I'M SHOOK. my friend kinda asked me out and I wanna say yes but my parents won't let me date. I'm 18! I need your advice! -signed 18 and alone anon

um UR 18 BUDDY UR AN ADULT...DATE WHOEVER THE F*CK U WANT HONESTLY

Can you pretty please link some photoshop tutorials you recommend? I really want to make my photos more cinematic and like your's without totally copying you or someone else. All I do right now is sharpen, color balance, and add some noise and then resize. I really need some more ways to get better looking photos such as yours.

ahhhhh the problem is i don’t know of any i’m sorry...lmao this is totally unhelpful :\ i have my own editing tutorial which is outdated but can probably help you out with the basics of lighting effects and shading n stuff?

Heyyy, I saw that you answered a question about making a ps action like your reshade, and I just wanted to say that I would love that! Unfortunately Mac users like me, can’t use reshade unless boot camping Windows onto our computers...☹️ and your reshade is just soooo pretty...

i don’t know if i’ll be able to replicate the reshade effect totally but i could release the action i’ve made for myself? it warms up screenshots but is totally adjustable to your liking for different color tones so in that way it’s kinda similar to the reshade. i’ll seeeeee what i can do...i know the woes of mac users all too well, my friend

i just wanna give lou a big ol cozy hug :o((( pls

pls hug her she needs it.

Do you post on tumblr from your phome or from your computer? Just curious.

mostly from my computer, sometimes i answer messages on my phone while i’m out and you can tell because autocorrect actually makes me use proper capitalization for once in my life

how many hours have you played the sims? for me i have 4,070 hours. haha help

OMFG i think mine is like...900 or something...i can’t tell if that’s too much or too little, but it’s definitely inaccurate

if i could only look at one person's tumblr from now on it would be yours. ur literally the queen of tumblr #shookaf and also i really hope i die before you ever say ur leaving tumblr cause when u do, i will legit die and bury my own grave. i really appreciate u and hope one day i can be on ur level but rn im at level 1.5 while ur up in the millions :D

I’M SCREAMING PLEASE I AM A PLEB.............i cry u flatter me too much ;-; i genuinely hope i never leave this place because it’s been so fun and it’s helped me evolve so much as an artist and a writer, plus i made some of my greatest friends on here. so i hope that day never comes!! but who knows life is wild. anyway i’m sure you’re actually like at level 578 and are just being modest. it’s okay you don’t have to be humble

i think its so cool that you and wanderlust and other simmers use multiple worlds to make your own town and stuff. idk why but thats just so cool to me and i would have never thought of it. love your blog and story <3

omg!!! well i couldn’t resist, i love a bunch of them and can’t limit myself to just one ya know. plus the more i thought about it, the more my gen 2 story kinda centers around these kids from this one town and the town itself is very relevant. so i felt like i had to make my own!! and i’m very excited to get started with that hehe

I just met a guy named Rodrigo Santiago and I sCREAMED HOLY SHIT

Update (tho idk of you got the first one): I just got a text from a classmate named Rodrigo Santiago. I'm sCREECHING

no freaking way. there’s no way i don’t believe...i want proof...

YOU SO FUCKIN PRECIOUS WHEN U SMILE

dont worry about posting this or do idc but i just wanted to say you should write about whatever you want and not care about whether people think you condone it or not. if i (a gay male) were to write about lesbians its not like im saying YOU HAVE TO BE LESBIANS BLAH BLAH BLAH you know what i mean? or if im writing about a robbery doesnt mean im like condoning robbery so like idk you do you boo and keep it coming ;D ilysm btw

OMFG no yeah i get it, i mean i think now especially in this online environment, people are hyper aware of Problematique things and so they’re a little too quick to point fingers without looking deeper than the surface. and whatever it’s fine people are always gonna be like that because people are mostly inherently judgmental, especially when it comes to consuming media. artists/writers face stuff like this all the time because people refuse to look past the surface, hence why works have gotten misconstrued all the time. but yeah i really appreciate this sentiment, thank u i love u

hope this isnt a weird question but what is the image size that u used for your character page?? thnk u 💕

omg it’s 300x300

have u listened to visions of gideon by sufjan stevens i was listening to it while reading ur stories and it made me so :(

oh my boy sufjan aka gianni’s personality claim i love him...and this song is :{ but i love even if it’s from the nasty age gap peach fucking movie

If i was married to Jamie and he treatin’ our daughter like that… oh I swear HES GOT TO GO!

it’s 2 am i’m so tired answering all of these i forgot who jaime was for a sec i was like um why are we talking about GoT anyways good night

how does alpha hair work with reshade? it seems so good in your screenshots and i’ve seen that in others screenshots it looks bad? whats the secret?

well good morning haha jk i never went to sleep anyway here u go

hooow do you make adorable toddlers in ts4?? teach me, gimme some advice please :(((

chubby cheeks! big eyes! small faces! little but plump lips! a good skin! dats all

how did u get ur sim onto the fire escapes?

ze teleporter mod, that’s it

I snickered at the, THE RETURN OF SANTI. Like I imagine it written in red horror lettering and santi just busts down the door and says ho ho ho im back bench, Did U miss me?

honestly i own a calendar and if i knew a definite date u already fucking kNOW it would be up there

ahhh im sorry for asking but im wondering how you find voice claims?? i'm looking for some for my sims, but it's tough to find one that's *right*, you know?? and your voice claims are great!! thank you <3

OMG voice claims are HARD, i literally just like “collect” them over time...i have a list in my phone of voices i like/may use in the future lmao, but try to think of actors or musicians and search interviews/movie or tv scenes with them speaking!!

i don't even read your story but i still follow you because i love your personality, sim style and just your whole entire tumblr

u follow me for ME? UM...what are u doing here...i’m so sorry (i love u...)

do you have a different reshade preset for flashback screenshots and for the present ones?

i do not!! i just edit differently

what happened to the honeycomb?

OMFG it’s still there...but we legit haven’t seen it since girooni’s wedding so um...it’s gonna have to get a makeover. i’m gonna do it when girooni come back home so i can finally show rupi working there like...wow...she deserves to be seen

lou's dad is the biggest asshole and i am waiting for the day that bitch dies

us when he dies

shit theory: caroline goes to find and confront cillian about what he did in teen lou timeline. care ends up forming a crush on cillian and goes back to meet him several more times, but cillian ends up liking lou more which makes caroline jealous. and that's why they don't speak currently, 'cause cillian ruined lou's life in more ways than one.

uM holy fuck that’s all i got to say

pls tell me that Caro killed the dude that choked Lou (or beat his ass)

god i hope so !

how many people do you follow? are you “strict” with who you follow?

i follow 264 people and yeah i’ve gotten a bit stricter with it just cause like...i only want to follow people whose content i truly care about/will actually notice on my dash

would you ever do a sim dump?

probably in the future, it seems like people want more male and female sims from me SO

ramona got some moves tf

the girl is out here bobbing to the chicken dance like nobody’s business

have u seen the end of the fucking world? if u did what are your #thots

UM......................i watched the first episode ‘cause i heard so much about it and um.............................it was so bad OMFG i hated it. way too edgy for me. completely missed the mark. not into it at all. hard pass

CAN LOU PLEASE HAVE A MAN IN HER LIFE WHO IS NOT A COMPLETE TWAT PLEASE

HOPEFULLY ezra will follow through with that and i don’t necessarily mean in a romantic way but like...as her new roommate MAYBE he will be a blessing we can HOPE

I'm not sure if you've been asked this or not, but your poses are so good and I was wondering if you have ever considered making a pose pack? Sorry if this came off as rude! I love your posts!

i will probably in the future!! but first i gotta figure out which ones i’d actually include

okay so this is random but I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your sims stories. Everything is so perfect and I'm forever shook because I can't believe the "sets" you use are actually the game. Your sims are so fleshed out and you are a huge inspiration to me. Anyways sorry if this was weird but I'm like obsessed with ur blog. bYe

AJHSDHJFSD THANK YOU!!!!!!! yes somehow we work miracles into this game can u believe it...ahh but thank you so much, it means everything that i would inspire you in any way...like what...omg

Santi is actually standing outside present Lou’s apartment wondering where the fuck he went wrong

he’s been there for 6 months just on the street standing there please someone let him in .

LOUUUU OH MY GODDD SKKDSNSJDH MY BABY. SO THATS HOW SHE GOT THE SCAR. WOW

there it is fellas. this message is sooooo old i’m so bad

Have you read/heard of The Lunar Chronicles

i have not!! but i’ll jot it down!

I was wondering if you’ve ever had any problems with skins? For me some on the palm side of the hand it’s noticeably darker than what the skin is supposed to be.. like the rest comes out find but the hands are darker.

hmm...that’s weird, i haven’t seen that. i think it probably depends on the skin? or maybe your sim detail settings?

santi my daddy, honeybodies my mommy, lou looking like a cutie when she saw dat tiny puppy. my name is rappin anon, and i just wanted to say, ur are my favorite simblr basically saving my day. rappin anon OUT

o...my god

i love u

i love u...

#nonsims #saviorhide #sunny answers #where is the anon that loves these...i always think of you when i make these...enjoy

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anthropwashere · 6 years

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@proserpine-in-phases tagged me in a thing about writing, so naturally I’m going to do this instead of write!

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

A lot of my deadfics end up stalling out over research roadblocks. I’ll flub my way through one scene with the intent to come back after I’ve done my Google-fu, and then another, and another, aaaaand that’s now too much work.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

A JTHM fic I wrote in high school that ended up deadfic because I ran off to BMT. It was well-received at the time but looking at it now? It’s just so ow, the edge. I’ve low-key considered tearing it down and rewriting it, but it’s been ten years and I can’t even recall where I was going with it.

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

90% chronological with a lot of snippets for later scenes piled haphazardly at the end of every Gdoc. of all the things that might have been was the big exception. There’s 28k posted and another 50k trapped behind a heap of writer’s block. :C

4) favorite character you’ve written?

Gee, I wonder!

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing?

Winry Rockbell. Not my usual character type to write by far, but she was just as surprisingly fun to write.

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now?

A ton of older fic on AO3 has a lot of weird formatting and grammatical errors. I think it’d be easy to get hung up over changes I’d want to make to various giftfics I’ve written over the years as well.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I can count on one hand the number of real life people who know I write and have fingers left over. I hate talking about my writing face-to-face.

8) favorite genre to write?

Mmm, suspense/horror? Whatever you call ‘presenting a problem to a character that gets insurmountably worse, and also it would be justified if the character just huddled screaming under a blanket instead of confronting it.’

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Read other fics that handle similar topics/ideas. Look through the literal GBs of refs I’ve got saved. Get out of the house and do something even a little bit out of my norm. Get lost on Wikipedia.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

Music always, rarely near people.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Man, I’ve been writing and posting fics for 15 years now. I have to hope every aspect has improved since I was friggin’ 12 years old writing garbo Mary Sues.

12) your weaknesses as an author?

I can’t concentrate on anything long enough to finish it. More fic ideas than I’ll ever have the energy to commit too. Run-on sentences. I don’t write women almost at all. COMMAS.

13) your strengths as an author?

I feeeeel like I do a good job of getting the reader into the character’s headspace? I adore limited narrative so when I write a fic I try to commit to that character’s style and personality. I also think I do horror/suspense decently.

15) why did you start writing?

11 year old Lorelei found ffn and went, “Oh shit, this is a thing? Sign me up.”

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

...I’m not sure what this means?

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

It’s okay to write positive endings, edgelord. Sometimes less is more. Sometimes more is good too, but damn girl, tread carefully.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

These seems like a dangerous rabbit hole to fall down, so I’ll just link the most recent fic whose style and impact left me speechless the first time I read it (and envious, and determined, and more than happy to read it three more times).

Divine Right of Kings by Oedipus Tex

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Badly! Which is why I’ve never successfully finished a longfic! But I do try and make outlines or at least a tidy splash of notes at the bottom of the Gdoc. One fic I’m working on right now requires spreadsheets.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Little spurts. NaNo’s been excellent in the past at making me do more than a couple hundred words on a good day. Alas, the last Camp NaNo I signed up for I dipped out of because of my migraines, and I didn’t even bother signing up for July.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

For the most part I consider it all passable, as far back as AO3 goes at least. Anything earlier than that I pretend doesn’t exist.

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Intimacy, be it porn or fluff. Anything technical I can’t gloss over with some hastily gathered Wikipedian knowledge. Comedy.

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I don’t think so? Not much of my personal experience has been applicable to what I’ve written. A bit of geography, maybe?

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I’d never claim to be an expert on anything, but I do try and do my research for fic. Learning new things is my favorite part of writing.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

You may have a snippet from my four biggest FMA wips (all of which are over 15k words and nowhere near done, send help).

- We Are Sisyphus (03 fic where alternate Ed lives.)

Other Ed and Alfons are unpacking groceries, picked up on their way back to the tiny flat above not-Gracia’s flower shop that seems all the smaller with a fourth person inside. Gratia’s come up as well, bearing fresh vases of flowers too damaged to sell but still smell just as sweet. It helps to mask Hohenheim’s reek, something he can’t really help with how advanced his decay’s gotten in their time apart.

“Surprised you even recognized him,” Ed says under his breath, under pretense of showing him some of the notes he’d brought back. He gives Hohenheim a long, quelling glare out of the corner of his eye. “I mean, considering you left when Al was still practically a toddler.”

“There were more recent pictures at Pinako’s house,” Hohenheim replies, apparently uninterested in taking the hint to back off. “But it’s the way you look at Herr Heiderich that made me realize just who he reminded me so sorely of.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

“Like you’re grieving.”

- your head will lie in dust (Father wins, makes the five sacrifices immortal. AKA, the Hohenheim fic with the group chat that can’t stop, won’t stop.)

“There was a cut on your cheek,” Hohenheim says.

Edward brings shaking fingers to his face. He digs his nails in as if he’ll tear his skin open just to spite Hohenheim on principle. Then he stops. Shuts his eyes. Lets Mrs. Curtis slide from his lap. “I,” he says. “You’re wrong. You have to be.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. He has said this so often now, to so many people over so many years, that the words have lost all meaning. He tongues at the space where regret should be and finds only an empty hole. “Do you hear them?”

Edward flinches in slow-motion, an exercise in arranging the muscles of his face into a tense knot to display his anger, his fear, his grief. Little words for emotions greater than any person should have to bear. Edward flinches and struggles to breathe. He presses his hands over his ears and tilts rigidly to the floor.

- our hands were first to forgive (The Mustang remains blind and gets automail AU nobody asked for.)

It’s unsettling, how easy clapping alchemy has turned out to be.

He’d expected it to be difficult, to be something he’d have to learn through trial and error. He doesn’t know why he thought that. Edward’s never shown any hesitation in the use of it—though when has Edward shown hesitation in anything? Bad example. Not that there are a lot of examples to choose from, and of those he’s only been able to see Alphonse transmute without a circle. That’s a somewhat recent development, isn’t it? Before the boys went up to Briggs. He never thought to ask what had happened to allow Alphonse to abandon circles. It hadn’t occurred to him to think that anything needed to have happened to allow it at all. Knowing the source of clapping alchemy, he doubts it was anything pleasant. One more thing to ask after, once he can see again.

This ability, this… gift? He hesitates to call it that. Unwanted, unasked for, received all the same. Fine. This gift wasn’t learned. It feels grafted into him, weird and rough at its edges, like the scars on his torso his shirts still catch on months after burning Lust to ash. Unnaturally a part of him, but a part of him still. For all the knowledge that was poured into his mind in the Gate, he doesn’t feel like he learned anything.

He feels burned.

- Pour Out Like Light (9 years post-series, Ed finds out Trisha’s illness is hereditary. This absolute bastard of a wip is currently stalled out at over 46k words and nowhere near done.)

He peels a potato, sets it down. A broken, twisted hand reaches over his shoulder to pick it up.

He sets down the vegetable peeler. “Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Why didn’t you tell Granny?”

“Tell Granny what?”

“You knew it wasn’t the epidemic, didn’t you?” He cups the potato in both hands, in the hand he’s always had and the hand he’d traded away and Al had given back. “If you knew, why didn’t you warn her I’d get sick too? Why didn’t you warn me?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead there’s the heavy, loose-limbed thud of a body collapsing to the floor. It has a wet sound to it, a splattering sound. Her death rattle sucks the sunlight out of the kitchen, strangled and thick with fluid. There is almost, almost the sound of his name.

This post is huge now, wow. Um. Never sure who’s cool with being tagged in these kinds of posts. @ladyyatexel @leda-x @haikujitsu I don’t really talk writing much w/ any of you but you’re all fantastic and it’d be cool to hear some of the thought process behind the fics? No obligation, of course.

#writing #my writing #ty for tagging i love doing this stuff #i never think about the process of writing so much as just daydream all the stuff i want to write oops

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darknessfactor · 6 years

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This is mostly being written because I need to get my own thoughts down about this now, not because I particularly want to get into the Discourse (because I know it exists, and I don’t want to go near it). Basically, I’m rewatching FMA 2003 and FMAB, and I’m going to talk through my preferences.

I’ll admit that this is my first time watching 03 all the way through. I got through a little more than half of it in high school, then got bored (ironically right before things started getting good), and tried watching Brotherhood instead. I did manage to make it all the way through that one.

Having watched both now, I still prefer Brotherhood. And yes, this is a comparison post. Untagged, except for my own reference tags. Like I said: I’m writing this for me.

This list might get long, so if you’ve decided to go ahead and read it anyway, then prepare yourself. I’ll start with character comparisons, in no particular order.

Roy Mustang: Brotherhood wins by a landslide. Although 03 does a slightly better job at portraying Roy’s PTSD from the Ishval conflict, I also saw much less of a desire to atone for what he had done. In Brotherhood, Roy specifically said that he wanted to help rebuild Ishval, and Riza admitted that he planned to allow himself and other state alchemists to be put on trial for their crimes. In 03, I think that the desire to atone is there, but it is muted, and he seems far more smarmy and power-hungry. His manipulation of the Elrics is also much more blatant.

Scar: Which leads me to Scar. Honestly? This one’s a tie for me. I liked his ending in Brotherhood more. I felt he was more threatening in Brotherhood. I prefer his voice actor in Brotherhood. However, Brotherhood did one thing that I really, really wish they hadn’t - and that was shift the blame for Winry’s parents from Roy to Scar. Suddenly it wasn’t alright to root for Scar, because not only had he killed the state alchemists responsible for his people, but he also killed innocent civilians. Personally, I feel for Scar - he had every reason to believe that his people would never get justice for what had been done to them, so he took matters into his own hands. Brotherhood was just trying to pull a ‘killing is ALWAYS bad’ thing.

The kids: No, I don’t mean the Elric brothers. I’m talking about 03′s Wrath and Brotherhood’s Pride. This time, Brotherhood wins again. I felt like 03 had the opportunity to go somewhere more meaningful and emotional with Wrath, but instead they just turned him into a psycho (which... considering what he’d been through, it didn’t really surprise me). Brotherhood’s Pride, however, was almost always a creepy asshole - apart from when Selim acted endearing. His reveal freaks me out to this day, and to this day he honestly terrifies me. I do find it somewhat ironic that both Wrath and Pride tried to take Ed’s body for themselves, in the end.

Main villain: Gotta give 03 credit: Dante wins by another landslide. While both she and Father are fairly one-dimensional, her reveal - as well as her plan - is a lot more insidious, not to mention creepy as hell. I cringed (in a good way) almost every time she was on screen, and her theme song is AMAZING. The only time when I really got a ‘what the fuck’ vibe from Father was when he’d half-absorbed Hohenheim just before the country-wide transmutation circle was activated. For the most part, he was pretty par for the course as far as villains go.

Bradley: Brotherhood, again. Much more threatening, much more terrifying. What happened to Lan Fan, to this day, remains an “oh SHIT” moment for me. Though personally, I think his death should’ve been more brutal.

Sloth: 03, again. Really, the only good or interesting thing about Brotherhood’s Sloth was the Armstrong sibling/Curtis teamup to take him down. 03′s Sloth is a hell of a lot more interesting.

Greed: I was kind of surprised by how much I liked 03′s Greed by the time he died. His arc felt more complete than the arc of the first Greed in Brotherhood. Still, I’m a sucker for body-sharing tropes, and I love the part that the second Greed played. So Brotherhood wins this one, though not quite by a landslide.

Characters unique to each series: Brotherhood. I can’t really think of FMA without thinking of Ling, Lan Fan, Mei, Olivier, or Miles. Dante is a fantastic villain, and 03′s Sloth and Wrath are interesting characters as well, but Frank Archer almost seems like a Kimblee wanna-be, and I couldn’t give two shits about him. Ling’s arc might be one of my favorites in Brotherhood, and I can’t not adore Lan Fan and Olivier.

Riza: Brotherhood, though not by much. There aren’t too many differences between 03 and Brotherhood Riza, except that Brotherhood went far more in-depth on her character and backstory. Hell, they devoted an entire episode to it, and though I wasn’t too big of a fan of her learning a lesson from freaking Kimblee, I still appreciate her expanded content.

Worldbuilding: Brotherhood, again. Brotherhood always felt more... like an actual world, whereas everything in 03 felt sort of... isolated. In 03 we know nothing about the surrounding areas, and... I don’t know, I just never feel like there are people, anywhere. I like that Liore got more focus in 03, but overall I prefer Brotherhood - for going more into history, for establishing more of the setting. (I know it would’ve been tougher for 03′s writers to do such, and I give them credit for writing such a compelling story with what they had.)

Music: Brotherhood. Oh my god, Brotherhood wins so hard for this. Dante’s theme is the only one that stuck out to me in 03, but Brotherhood? I have the names of so many of those tracks memorized. The Intrepid. Knives and Shadows. Trisha’s Lullaby. I get chills whenever I hear any one of these songs.

Found family theme: This is something that’s prevalent in both series. Hell, in 03 Armstrong even says it outright after Ed and Al visit Resembool. It’s never quite stated outright in Brotherhood, and yet I felt like it carried through more strongly in Brotherhood.

In 03, Ed and Al meet and help plenty of people along their journey, but those people don’t really seem to have an impact on them (except maybe Nina Tucker). I got the sense that, in spite of that, they were still fairly isolated from everyone else; the Elrics against the world. They have each other in our world after CoS, but it’s just the two of them. Against the world. Again.

In Brotherhood, all those people they meet, and help? It’s very clear that those bonds are still there. Just look at the family photo in the credits: look at how many people are in it, even if you count out significant others and the Elrics themselves and their kids. Paninya and Garfield being there just goes to show that there are so many people that the Elrics could easily consider family, in spite of the lack of blood relations. Ling, Lan Fan, Mustang, Hawkeye, the Rockbells, all the chimeras that Kimblee brought up to Briggs, Izumi, Sig... in the end, in Brotherhood, it was clear that the Elrics had accepted that they couldn’t get as far as they did without these people’s love and support, and I just love that so much.

Story: Brotherhood’s story just seemed more exciting to me. That’s all there is to it. I’m a bit of a sucker for political conspiracies, and this screamed ‘political conspiracy’ a lot more than 03. Also, though I can appreciate the nuance behind 03′s ending, I’ve always been a sucker for happy endings, and Brotherhood’s was definitely happier.

...well, I think these are about all the thoughts I have on this matter. If I didn’t mention characters, it’s because I think it was a tie for those characters. I will say for 03: I’m amazed at how its quality improved over time. The animation and voice acting get remarkably better over time. Still, Brotherhood is the one that’ll always be closer to my heart.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc Additional Tags: Loveless!AU, Jean/Riza in the background Summary:

When Ed walked into the office, he still had that tiny hope that maybe his co-workers could be adults and just… ignore the fact that he no longer had those stupid cat ears on. And good riddance to that tail, too.

Time for me to post my gift for my FMA Secret Santa ~ @fullmetalgunfire this is for you <3 Hope you had a great chrsitams, and wishing you an even better new year!!

You said you liked AUs and actually I had this thing going on it my head I’ve been wanting to write in FOREVER so... hehe... there you go!

I hope you will enjoy it <3

It was a beautiful day in November. The sun was out, warming up the chill autumn air. The leaves on the trees wore their beautiful red fall colors, with a few of them decorating the boring, paved area right in front of the main building. Even the morning breeze was being nice to him today. He liked this time of the year. Of course, he preferred summer, when it was warm and nice and the girls always wore short skirts and low cleavage tops, not to mention the ever-existing possibility of pools and bikinis… But autumn was nice too. At least it meant that end of the year bonuses were drawing closer.

Jean took a deep puff of his cigarette, letting the nicotine fill his lungs, calming all his nerves and making him just a little bit less unready to face Monday morning. He let the smoke soak in his mouth for a short moment before letting it out slowly, watching it as it dissolved into the air. He was so focused on this rare moment of serenity before the storm that he almost missed a familiar face in the crowds.

A familiar face with a certain change to it.

Jean let out a little yelp of surprise, a giant smirk smeared over his face, and pushed himself off the wall. “Look who’s here, only fifteen minutes late!”

“Since when are you the boss? And what about you, huh? You’re not exactly in the office yet either.”

Jean raised his eyebrows, his smirk ebbing away ever so slightly. “A rough Monday morning, huh? I thought you’d be in a better mood,” he paused, and reached with his hand to pat Edward’s head. His head that only had his signature blond hair as decoration. It felt strangely empty. “Looks like someone had a very nice weekend.”

Elric pushed his hand off, looking even more annoyed than he did before. Jean’s smirk broadened at the sight of obvious redness in his younger co-worker’s face. “My weekend is none of your business, Havoc.”

“Yeah, alright, but you know you can’t hide it. You gonna step in the office today, and I don’t even need to say anything but everyone’s gonna see that finally, our youngest, most innocent – “

“Innocent my ass – “

“ – soldier in the entire military – “

“See, now you’re just extravagating, I wasn’t the only one in the headquarters to still hve – “

“ – has lost his ears.”

The red on his face got a few shades darker and his eyes went wide – as if he hadn’t realized until this very moment when Jean pointed it out: that the moment he steps in, everyone’s going to know, just like Jean did. For a short moment he was just staring at him, and then he pulled his hoodie over his head and walked around him, clearly trying to hide. Jean let out a snort of laughter and turned to look after him. “You remember you don’t have the tail either, right?” he called, and turned back, still laughing. He took one more whiff of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground, shaking his head. He stepped on it to turn it off before walking back into the building.

Today was going to be a great day. He knew it.

He almost skipped his way to the office, and when he reached it, he felt like he had missed something. It was strangely quiet, with a very heavy feeling. He immediately took a look around, searching for the man of the hour, and found him sulking at his desk, doing his best to hide from everyone.

Jean almost felt bad for him, but then, he really couldn’t figure out what was so embarrassing about it. If anything, it was a moment to be celebrated; especially since it happened so late. He was probably, what, twenty-four by now? Twenty-five? Jean sat at his desk and picked up a pen, playing with it in his hand. Ah, the magical time of early twenties.

He slid with his chair sideways, leaning in to Breda. “Yo,” he whispered, getting his friend’s attention. “Noticed the new style our friend here is wearing today?”

Breda smiled. “Hard to miss. A big change, that is. Thought he’d be happier when it finally happened for him, you know? We just tried to congratulate him and – you know. Ended up with my hearing impaired. I mean… figured it’d happen way, way sooner… you know, he’d been friends with that Winry since – hell, you know, I think since they were kids~”

Jean chuckled. He felt almost bad, knowing he was the one who sent the former Fullmetal Alchemist, notorious for his temper, up here already pissed off. “You figure so, too, huh?”

Breda shrugged. “I mean, who else could it be?”

“Right. Who else? Yo, get Brosh over here, let’s see what he thinks.”

“Hold on,” Breda turned away from him. “Hey, Brosh!” Jean was a second away from hitting him and asking him whether he was crazy. “Get over here for a second, I need to ask you something about that case we’ve been working on the other day.”

“Huh? I thought we were done with that – “

“Yeah there’s this one loose end, do you have a minute?”

Brosh grunted, but got up and walked towards them. “Yes?”

“Sit down, sit down.”

“Hey, Breda, I have a lot of paperwork to – “

“Sit down,” Jean hissed, and Brosh sat down on the little chair at the edge of the table. Jean and Breda leaned in towards him. Suspicion replaced the annoyance on the younger man’s face. “Who were you thinking the happy girl is?” Jean whispered to him, gesturing with his head in Elric’s direction.

Brosh looked at the both of them, and then let out a sigh. “You called me over for that? Isn’t that clear? He finally did it with his mechanic girl. What’s her name. Rockbell. I mean… was pretty clear they liked each other even when they were, what? Fifteen? And besides, she was here this weekend. Saw them at the station on Friday evening just before I got on the train to my fiancé. Can’t believe you’re wasting my time on this… Sheesh.”

Jean exchanged looks with Breda. “Well, I suppose that settles that. Hey, Brosh, when did you lose yours?”

The younger man arched his eyebrows. “My ears? I think it was like, my eighteenth birthday. Went drinking for the first time since, you know, I became an adult and all… found that girl at the bar, really cute. Have never seen her since, she disappeared before I woke up the next morning. A real shame, I really liked her.” He shrugged. “What about you, Breda?”

“For me it happened a little late… I was twenty one, and just found my first serious girlfriend. We were going out for a few months… and then this one night she invited me in. To have some tea, she said,” Breda smiled, and Jean let out a chuckle.

“The old come-up-for-tea trick! Yeah I played that one back in the day, too.”

“Is that so? So why don’t you tell us about your first time?”

Jean smirked and leaned back in his chair. “Well, you see, I was seventeen, and there was this beautiful, very busty girl at school that really digged me, she’s been chasing me for weeks and – “

“Why are you lying to them? You still had your ears when you were at the military academy. I remember.”

Jean looked up and glared at the interrupter. “What? No, it was – “

“Oh, don’t you try to pretend, Jean,” Riza, stunning as always, leaned on his desk, smiled at him before she turned back to the others. “We attended the same year. You must’ve been… what, twenty… three? You kept trying to hide your ears – “

“Shut up, honey – “

“It was cute, really. No one bought that.”

Breda and Brosh both laughed. “Wow, we had no idea you had your ears for so long! A late bloomer, huh?” Brosh said.

Breda pat him on his back. “You know, I think – I think I might’ve seen you trying to hide your ears – it was you! We were all making fun of you but we had no idea – hell, Havoc!”

Jean felt his cheeks burning. He played with the ring on his finger, turning it about. “Fine, yeah, okay – so I might have still had my ears… until I was twenty four.”

Riza chuckled and reached to entangle Jean’s hand in hers. “It’s okay, I think it’s cute that you had your ears for that long. You were waiting for the right person.”

“Yeah, I was. Guess I should’ve waited just a little bit longer to find my real love.” He reached over to move his fingers over the back of her hand. “When did you lose yours then? I don’t even recall ever seeing you with them.”

“Oh. That happened when I was fourteen.”

Jean almost choked. “F – fourteen?!” A short glance around him told him the other two men were just as shocked. How come – how come he didn’t know that? Not that he cared, really, he loved her just the way she was and it didn’t matter to him but – but he was just shocked.

“Yes. But after that I figured it wasn’t as good as everyone said it was and waited until my next serious boyfriend. He proved that the books were right and my boyfriend at fourteen just did not know what he was doing.”

“I – uh – wow.”

“Yeah, who knew you were such a party, Colonel!”

“And – and me? Where am I on that scale between that boyfriend at fourteen and that guy at – “

“Nineteen, I was nineteen then. And you’re fine. Don’t worry. Would not have married you had you not lived up to my standards. Anyway, leave the kid alone and get back to work, will you?” She squeezed his hand and walked away.

“Four. Teen. Man, you’ve got yourself a player there.”

“Kind of embarrassing, but hey, looks like you got lucky with that one. Anyway, I’m going to listen to her and get back to work.”

Jean smiled. “Good idea.” He felt lucky to have Riza. For four years straight now they were together, one of which they were husband and wife, and Jean had never felt. It was the only good thing that came out of his injury. She was there with him in the hospital, there through the recovery – and there after he was well and walking about freely. He didn’t even imagine she was there because she felt anything other than pity for him – until he asked her up front. Her reply was that he was an idiot that he didn’t know anything. Then asked him out for dinner.

She was not easy, but he loved her with all his heart.

He wondered if that was the kind of thing the little boss managed to find.

The sound of a door opening made both of them straighten in their chairs and look up. General Mustang just stepped out of his inner office. He looked a little tired in Jean’s opinion, but then, everybody tended to look tired on Mondays. He saw him glancing in Edward’s direction, and moving on. Jean got up from his chair and walked to him.

“Hey, boss,” he said as he caught up with him.

“Anything on your mind, First Lieutenant Havoc?”

“Yes, actually – what did you think about our new, uh, situation at the office?”

Mustang arranged his uniform coat and kept walking. Jean heard some movement from behind him. A quick glance showed him that Edward had sank even deeper in his chair.

“I have no idea what you are referring to, First Lieutenant.”

“Aw, don’t tell me you didn’t notice! Our boy finally became a man! Turns out his girlfriend Winry was visiting this week and – “

“And what, First Lieutenant?”

Jean frowned at the cold tone of his boss’ voice. He figured he’d be just as happy about the new discovery as the rest of them – hell, he was sure that if he wasn’t the first one to spot Edward today, Mustang would be the first to call him out and ask for details. “And – well, you know! His ears, Boss! Don’t you want to know?”

“Why would it be my business to know? What make you think it is any of your business? Leave him alone, he’ll tell you if he wants to. Now, if you don’t have anything work related you need from me, please stop wasting my time and kindly return to your seat and get back to work.” Mustang reached towards the door handle, pushed it open, and left the office.

Jean really did not expect that reaction from him.

He turned back to Breda, who shrugged at him. Jean shrugged back and did as he was told. Maybe the Boss just didn’t have his morning coffee yet.

The door opened again, making Jean look up. Maybe Mustang finally came around and –

And instead of Mustang’s firm, manly attire a girl in a mini skirt walked in, looking a little flushed – as if she ran her way here. Jean immediately recognized her as Winry, little boss’ girlfriend.

He looked at her as she crossed the room, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear as she nervously greeted the other people in the room. He and Breda exchanged knowing smiles as she went directly towards Edward. She called his name and he looked up at her. She gave him a little bag, which she said he forgot his lunch at home, which, apparently, made him almost as red as his conversation with Jean this morning did. They talked for a little while, and then she walked away.

Jean’s eyes followed her as she bid her goodbyes when he suddenly noticed something. Just at the point where her shirt met her skirt, her kitten tail was waving right behind her. Jean looked upwards, and there they were. Her kitten ears, right on top of her hair, just like they’ve always been.

Just like they were missing on Edward’s head this morning.

Something was not right. It couldn’t –

“Hey, Havoc?” Jean looked at Breda just as the door closed behind the girl. “I don’t think it was her.”

Jean nodded, his shock probably written all over his face. But if not her, then…

Who?

Assholes. Idiot, stupid assholes. What, did they think that just because they were whispering he could not hear them?

Not that he didn’t get any interesting pieces of information there, but he had that tiny hope that maybe his co-workers could be adults and just… ignore the fact that he no longer had those stupid cat ears on. And good riddance to that tail, too.

Not that he cared all that much about what that – meant – but it was just really annoying.

He should’ve known they’d think it was Winry. He knew they’ve been suspecting it ever since he was twelve. Total bullshit. Sure, she wasn’t bad looking at all but she was – a sister. He couldn’t be attracted to her even if he swung that way. And besides, it was clear to him from the very beginning that Alphonse wanted her, and fuck if he was going to stand in his brother’s way. He ruined everything else in his life, he had zero plans of ruining that for him too.

When she came for his automail adjustments (yes, he was soon going to hit twenty-four but was still growing!) he had no idea she was going to make such a mess out of his life. Sure, it was fun seeing her, and when she asked if Mustang would like to have dinner with them, since she didn’t see him in forever and she always felt like she owed him for all the help he gave him and Al back when they were teenagers, he felt a little awkward, but figured, how bad could it be.

“Come on, let’s just invite him over. I’ll cook.”

“It’s not that, Win, I just – let’s go out instead, okay? It’s Central, not Resenbool. You want to party, there’re a couple of really nice places around…”

“That’s a great idea! I’ll invite him. What’s his phone number?”

“Win – “

“Phone!”

He should’ve known that she knew. Winry wasn’t stupid, and besides, he already knew that Al knew. He wondered just how many times the two have talked about this, trying to come up with a plan – because he knew both of them, and knew that each of them, on their own, would’ve tried to meddle with his life ‘for his own good’. Separately, Ed stood a chance. But with both of them together, as a team? He wondered just how long it took them to cook that one up. His only hope was that Mustang would say he was busy – hell, it was Friday night, he surely had some – some date, or something. But no. Winry called and it turned out that out of all the Friday evenings, he was free on that specific one.

He heard a door opening, and saw Roy stepping out of his office. He glanced at him and felt his cheeks burning up. He looked away.

…he looked away. It was really hard not to notice how handsome he was. The way his hair framed his face in the most perfect way; the way his lips twitched when he smile, the way they moved when he talked. It was so much easier to ignore this at work – when he was all wrapped up in that ugly ass uniform that made no one look attractive in any way. But out here? In that plaid dress shirt that looked maybe half a size too small, stretched over his biceps and just a little over his chest. Not that Ed didn’t know that despite the fact he spent most of his day stuck behind a desk, the Flame Alchemist kept his body in good shape.

Ed cleared his throat and tore his gaze away, taking a sip from his beer instead. He swallowed. “I don’t know. It’s okay I suppose. I don’t hate it. Even got used to the uniform.”

Roy chuckled. “Then I suppose I should tell you that you should start wearing it like everyone else, without that hoodie of yours.”

“Aw, but I like this hoodie!”

“Your hoodie looks horrible. Tell him Roy!” Winry returned to her seat on Ed’s other side.

“I didn’t say it was horrible, just that it is unprofessional.”

“Shut up, both of you!”

Winry and Roy both laughed, and ordered another round of drinks.

He heard Havoc’s question, and wanted to bury himself under the floor. What if he told the truth? It’s not like he would care. But he didn’t. He was actually – protecting – Ed’s privacy. Ed felt relieved and grateful when the door closed and Mustang was no longer in the room. For a few blessed moments the office was quiet. No talks about him losing his ears, no speculation. Just the sound of papers rattling about as the people worked. He looked at his own paperwork, and was just about to grab the first document off of the pile when the door opened again. He looked up, expecting to see Roy coming back, but instead he could only see Winry coming into the office. Why – why did she have to – now they were all going to know –

“You really gotta lose those,” she said, a healthy flush to her cheeks and a glass half full of some disgusting looking pink liquid in her hand. She reached with her other one and stroke his ear. It tickled, and he moved away, flattening his ears down on his head. “I know you want to – “

“You forgot the lunch I made you!”

Ed blinked. He murmured an apology and took the paper bag she handed to him, and placed it on his desk, right next to a pile of papers he’d been ignoring for the past week or so. “Thanks, Win. I hope they didn’t give you trouble getting in here.”

“No, not at all, don’t worry. Just, you know eat it, and not the crap they serve at the cafeteria. I didn’t suffer cooking in your tiny kitchen to have the food thrown away, okay?”

Ed rolled his eyes. “No one asked you to ‘cook in my tiny kitchen’.”

Winry gave him a look. “No, but I didn’t see you complaining about it either.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever. I’ll eat it. I hate the shit in the canteen anyway. Besides, I don’t think I feel like spending time in there today as it is. Don’t need more of – never mind. Thanks.”

“No problem. Now get off your ass and give me a hug, I got to catch the train.”

Ed shook his head and smiled as he got up and hugged her. They held each other for a moment and then she let go.

“Take care,” she said, and waved as she walked away. Some of the guys stared after her. Ed turned his eyes away. He knew that no one would think it was him and Winry now. His only hope was that no one would know the truth. Why couldn’t she just –

Ed sneaked a glance at Roy and felt his cheeks burning. He waved his tail behind him slowly, nervously. Did she have to bring up that subject now? “Yeah, maybe I do. But you ain’t got no right to say anything to me. I mean, what about you? Me, I didn’t have a relationship like, ever, but you’ve been in one for like three years.” From the corner of his eye, he could see the curious look on Roy’s face as he looked at him. Why did he have to say that? It was one thing that everyone knew he’d never… but not having any relationship at all?

What if Roy thought he was a weirdo?

Winry blushed and played with the diamond ring on her finger, the sparkle gem catching Ed’s attention. “Al and I, we decided to wait until the wedding.”

He let out a snort of laughter. “Your wedding? That your idea, or his?”

“Edward, don’t be mean,” chided Roy.

“Like I said,” Winry cut in before Ed could make any kind of retort. “We decided. Mutual decision. Three years, what a couple more months? Besides, it’s not like we don’t do anything. Just, uh, you know… not the thing. You can do a hell lot with – “

“Please, please Winry, that’s my little brother you’re talking about, spare me the details!”

She laughed. “You asked.”

The weight of their stares was almost too much to bear. He got up and walked towards the door, murmuring that he had to use the restroom, just in case someone would wonder where he had disappeared to.

Even the corridors felt intimidating. He felt as if everyone were staring at him. He felt as if every conversation was about him. He knew he was just being paranoid; he wasn’t interesting enough or important enough to have people talk about him. And still, he couldn’t shake that feeling. He pulled his hoodie over his head again and made his way to the nearest restroom, barely even watching where he was going. After all, by now, he had more or less knew this place by heart. He reached the door handle and pulled it -

…and let out a yelp of surprise when he almost fell as someone else was just pushing the door to step out. A hand, a strong, firm hand held onto his arm, preventing him from falling backwards and helping him stabilized himself. He murmured a thanks before trying to walk past the man, but he wouldn’t let go.

“You should be more careful.”

“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom - whoa! Be careful there!”

The hold on Ed’s arm surprised him, the other man’s touch making his skin burn. It was almost strong enough to hurt, but he didn’t care. He chuckled nervously, trying to hide the feelings the touch induced in him. “I’m good, I’m good,” he reassured Roy and straightened himself. He turned his head, and found himself staring right into Roy’s eyes. He suddenly realized just how close they were; he could feel the other man’s breath fluttering over his lips. He smelled like fresh wood, alcohol, and a hint of that tasty cheese-flavored snack the bartender gave them. He wanted to -

“Fullmetal? Are you there?”

Ed snapped back to the present. Roy’s hold on him was starting to ache. How long was he lost in his own thoughts? He moved his arm and the older man let go of him. Was it just him or did Roy just hesitate slightly before letting go? “That’s not my name anymore!” he said, and then realized that maybe he was being too harsh. He took a breath, trying to calm himself. “Yeah. Sorry. Should’ve looked where I was going, I know, blah blah blah. I’ll be back in the office in a minute, okay? I just gotta use the toilet, I have to – ”

“You don’t owe me explanations for your bodily needs. Do whatever you need to do.”

“Great, thanks for your approval,” Ed said, feeling his face just keep getting darker. Why did he have to say that? As if things weren’t weird enough. He moved, making room for Roy to walk past him; he did, and Ed took a step into the room, rushing to hide himself in one of the stalls, completely ignoring the lieutenant who was just washing his hands and was eyeing the little encounter he had with Mustang curiously.

…he smiled nervously, and moved a little. “Sorry for that. Fucking stupid house, there’s this little nail in the floor – right there – “ he pointed, and saw Roy moving his head too from the corner of his eye. “Probably left over from some… I don’t know, closet or something, that used to be there. Already gotten used to that, but you know, still sometimes when I’m not paying attention…”

“What were you paying attention to, then?”

Ed looked up and saw that he was mistaken, and Roy was looking directly at him. He was very well aware that he was still holding his arm. His body felt hot, and his head was still light from all the beer. Was he imagining, or?...

“I – “ he started, but Roy’s hand was tugging at him, inviting him closer.

How could he say no?

Ed knew he was there for a little too long already, but he didn’t feel ready to face the outside world yet. He felt so ashamed. He was making such a big deal out of – out of something so small and unimportant. But it didn’t feel small to him. Winry wasn’t much help either. He was actually relieved, this morning, knowing she’d be leaving. He wasn’t sure how much she was going to share with Al – but he certainly hoped she will, at least, keep her assumptions to herself. Letting Alphonse know something happened was one thing; but to tell him who, that was a whole different thing. At least it was going to be a while until he will have to face that consequence.

He had to be braver than this. He got up and flushed. He left the restroom, facing a very annoyed-looking soldier who said something to him about not being considerate, which Ed ignored completely. He made his way back to the office, and sat at his desk, pulling a random document and pretending to work on it.

The day crawled by sluggishly. Ed found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything, even after the stares eased and everyone were busy with their work. When lunchtime arrived, it was a relief to have an excuse to stop pretending he was reading and to have everyone else leave the office, and, while it wasn’t as good as it was yesterday, the lunch Winry packed for him was still way better than anything they ever served at the canteen. Being alone in the office helped him relax and finally shake the feeling that everyone were still staring at him. It was nearly time to get back to work when he heard a voice calling his name. “Colonel Elric, will you come to my office for a moment?”

Ed looked up from his empty lunchbox and stared in the direction of the voice. Never before had Mustang’s office looked so intimidating; not even back when he was a teenager, and had made more mess than what he was supposed to clean up. He swallowed, but got up and walked towards the inner office, dragging himself as slowly as he could. Eventually he found himself at the mouth of Hell. He crossed the door step, finding the devil himself sitting there, seemingly calm, collected, right behind his desk. His head was bowed down, his hair falling over his eyes like a veil as he read one document or another. He waited for a few seconds, but eventually he lifted his eyes.

“Come inside. And… close the door, please.”

“Close the door.”

“I – uh – are you sure?” Ed breathed through Roy’s lips. He wanted Roy to tell him that he was sure; that he wasn’t going to leave. He wanted to stay in this moment. “The driver…”

Roy’s tongue creeped out of his mouth to wet his lips. Ed could feel it as it lightly brushed against his own lips. He closed his eyes, his tail waving slowly behind him. “I could get another one later. I already paid him for all the way to my house, he won’t mind. Do you want me to stay?”

Ed reached behind him and closed the door, smiling as he rose on the tip of his toes and crossed the few millimeters still separating them. The kiss was hesitant at first, but it quickly escalated, making Ed’s breath hitch. He started leading Roy into the bedroom, slowly, hesitantly, but it seemed that the other man wanted this just as much as he did.

Ed turned and obediently closed the door behind him. “Yes. You, uh, wanted to see me?”

“Yes. Sit, please.”

Ed hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he slowly walked away from the door and towards the sofa in front of Roy’s desk. He’d sat on it so many times before, and yet today seemed different. The room was uncomfortably quiet for what felt like forever. Did Roy feel as awkward as Ed felt? He glanced up, almost shyly. The older man looked just as collected as ever.

Ed should’ve known. For him, he was just one out of many. One more name to add to the list. What difference did one more night, one more conquer, make for him?

Nothing at all.

He crossed his arms over his chest, sinking a little in his seat as he brought his right knee up, crossing his flesh leg over his metallic one.

“I tried calling over the weekend.”

Ed knew. He heard the phone, every several hours. He counted; there were seven calls in total. Winry kept nagging him to pick up – she even threatened to do it herself – but he never did. Not because he was afraid. There was just nothing to be said over the phone. “Sorry, I was busy. Couldn’t pick up.”

“I wanted to apologize for Friday night.”

Ed let out a short snort. Of course. Of course that would be why he called him here. He was right to not pick up the phone – there was no point. Obviously, Ed was not up to his usual standards and the whole deal was just a fuck up. A big fuck up that got even more fucked up because they were working together, and so, Mustang had no choice but to apologize when, had Ed been a complete stranger, Roy could’ve just ignored it and moved on.

There was a heavy lump in Ed’s throat, and he cleared his throat shortly to try and make it go away. It didn’t, but he decided to risk talking anyway. “Don’t sweat it. There is nothing you need to apologize for.”

Ed looked up, gathering all his strength to keep his features neutral. Roy was looking straight at him, his expression a mixture Ed found it hard to decipher: something between sympathy and curiosity, but there was also something else there, written in the fine lines. Hope? It was probably just his imagination.

“Maybe. But I would still like to put it out there. If we – if I had done anything you felt, or feel, uncomfortable about, I am deeply sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He didn’t flinch under Ed’s stare; didn’t so much as moved a muscle.

“Is this okay?” the question fluttered over Ed’s skin as Roy’s hands traveled over his body, tugging at the button of his pants. It was hard to breathe, hard to talk, hard to think – all he knew was that this was what he had dreamt about since forever, and it felt just as good as he imagined it would, and better, much better. He was almost not scared at all. He moved his hips towards Roy and captured his lips in another kiss. Roy got the message and Ed felt the relief of not being confided inside the tight jeans anymore.

“I – no, what?” The lump in Ed’s throat grew thicker. “I meant it. You have nothing to apologize for. We’re cool. Actually, I think I should probably apologize for, uh, my lame-ass hospitality, and all that.” He felt as if Roy was examining him; and maybe he was. But he kept his eyes straight ahead, doing his best to not show the turmoil that was going on inside him on his face.

“You should probably go.” Ed stared at the wall. The euphoria that washed his entire body had eased; in its stead he felt exhaustion. He wasn’t sure how to interpret all the strange things he was feeling; he was sated, but he wanted more. He felt awkward, and self-aware, and ashamed, and he wanted to be alone just as much as he wanted Roy to hold him forever.

He wondered if Roy already regretted coming here, or if it will come later. He was too scared to turn and look at his face, too scared of what he might find there. Disgust? Disdain?

“Are you sure?” Ed tried to ignore the way the air brushed against his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if Roy was really asking, or if it was just out of courtesy to not seem too eager to be given the green light to leave. It was most likely the second.

“Yeah. I mean… you know, Winry’s in the other room and… probably shouldn’t see you here in the morning, and… and you know, my bed isn’t big enough for two people.”

He knew these were just excuses, and he knew that Roy will know it too. He was hoping that he’d call him out on it; say that they managed just fine. That Winry will know anyway. That at least Ed couldn’t hide it, even though he could always just lie and pretend it wasn’t Roy. Not that Winry will buy it, but he could always try.

But Roy didn’t argue. There was just silence for a few seconds, and then the hand that was trailing lines on his bare back disappeared, and he felt the weight of the bed shift as Roy sat up.

He could hear him moving about and the rustling of clothes being picked up and worn, and then the door closed, and Ed was alone.

He looked down, trying to fight the heat in his cheeks. He was acting like an asshole, and he knew it. Roy didn’t really do anything wrong; he wanted it. Roy even asked him, more than once, and Ed said that it was okay. He didn’t know what made him feel so uncomfortable… after. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good; it felt amazing. Roy treated him gently, after all, it wasn’t as if Ed could hide he’d never done this before, and Roy turned out to be very caring and careful. It was almost too good to be true.

Therefore, it had to be. It had to be a dream that will fall into pieces as soon as he woke up, and therefore, he had to cut it on his own terms.

So why did he feel like he didn’t do the right thing? Why did he feel ashamed – not for being with Roy, but for asking him to leave? Why did Roy talk as if – as if he thought he hurt him somehow?

“It was your house. It was your right to ask me to leave.”

Why did he think he heard sadness in Roy’s voice? He looked up. “You – didn’t want to? Leave, I mean.”

“Not unless you didn’t want me to stay.”

Ed frowned. “So… you… wanted to stay?”

Roy’s voice sounded soft. “I would’ve preferred to stay with you.”

Ed remained quiet for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he should believe what Roy was saying now; but he had no reason to lie. Ed had given him an easy escape – he told that they were okay, that he didn’t mind. He could’ve just stopped the conversation there and let him go.

But he kept him here. He looked genuinely hurt that Ed just tried to dismiss the time they spent together. Was that the reason he had been so quiet when Ed asked him to leave? Was he hurt that Ed didn’t want him there?

But he wanted him to stay. He wanted him to tell him that he wasn’t leaving him. He was mad at himself for not understanding this sooner. Roy didn’t argue – because he thought the reason Ed asked him to go was that Ed regretted what they did. This was so messed up. He was so messed up. “Shit,” he muttered, and looked up to meet Roy’s gaze. The other man was looking at him, waiting for him to say something. He looked as if he was expecting him to burst – to yell at him, or punch him for what he did and what he said. No; this couldn’t be right. “I – uh – do you – do you wanna go out? I mean, after work. Like, for dinner, or something. I don’t know.”

Roy chuckled shortly, and Ed felt his cheeks burning even hotter than before. Did he manage to mistake the situation again? Was Roy – was that bastard laughing at him? He was about to call him out on it, to swear at him, to call him all kinds of names he rightfully deserved, to punch him and to get out of this room and never return – but before he could do any of that, the other man spoke again. “Are you asking me on a date, Fullmetal?”

Somehow, the amusement in Roy’s voice didn’t sound as if it was mocking; he sounded… hopeful. Ed was so shaken he didn’t even tell Roy not to use his old title.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “No. Maybe. What if I am?”

“Well, if you are, then I might ask you when.”

Ed’s eyes went wide. Did he – was that – a yes? “I don’t know. Friday evening? After work?”

“How about I take you out for dinner eight o’clock tonight?”

“T – tonight?!”

“If tonight is not good, I could do tomorrow evening as well”

“No – I mean, tonight’s fine.”

“Great. I will pick you up at eight then.”

Ed looked up. Roy was smiling at him, chin resting on his palms as he leaned forward a little bit. Ed mirrored his smile. “Eight o’clock tonight. Alright.” He repeated that in his head. A date with Roy tonight. It sounded even more surreal when he phrased it like that – but it made him happy. Happier than he felt in a long, long while. His smile broadened. “You’re buying.”

“I pay you more than enough to be able to pay for yourself.“

“So? You’re getting paid more than me. You’re still buying. And bring a lot of cash, I eat a lot.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Yeah, we will.” Ed let out a short chuckle and then he turned back towards the door. He could hear noises from the other side, signaling that everyone were already back from lunch. It was time for him to get back to work. Or at least, pretend to get back to work; he doubted he could concentrate on anything work related right now. But it didn’t matter at all.

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Indigo Terzi (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood OC)

#OhGodIReallyHopeI'mNotAnnoyingAnyone

H: You’re not, don’t worry!

Hi, I’m Fable (pseudonym, obviously). Before I get into this, I want to apologize if you’re flooded with stuff and I’m annoying you, but if you could read Indie’s profile and offer criticism, it’d be really appreciated. (Art Credit to Rinmaru Games). Firstly, yes, this is a world cross OC. I’m sorry if you don’t like those. Also, Indie is paired with Ed. I’m also sorry if you don’t like that.

H: Hi! We didn’t get your art, for some reason. In my opinion, world-cross OCs and OC/Canon pairings aren’t an automatic fail, if they’re done in a way that makes sense. For example, add some backstory to how the world cross happened, or show your OC and the canon character eventually falling in love.

E: Ok, let me tell you, it’s always okay to pair your characters with actual characters in the show, for the most part! But that depends on how close you want to stick to canon (considering the character may already have a love interest in canon). So it’s your decision.

H: Alright, under the cut, because this is a little long!

Name: Indigo Arianna Terzi

Meaning: Blue purple, prophet

Nickname(s): Indie, IAT

Alias: N/A

Age: 14/15 (changes through story)

Race: Greek

E: You might want to change Race to Nationality, and considering the fact that her name is Terzi, you should add that she’s (possibly) Italian.

Gender: Female

Date of Birth:

Birthstone:

H: I’m not sure if this was accidentally not included for some reason, but if you’re looking for a birthday that has some sort of meaning, I’d recommend a date in January (which represents doorways in change, referencing her world cross).

Birth Place: Chicago, IL, USA

Current Location: Somewhere in Amestris probably

H: If you want to add a more specific location, I added a map of Amestris below.

Goal(s): Live…? Master her alchemy

H: What type of alchemy does she have? Does she need gloves like Roy or a transmutation circle to do it? Maybe try to link her form of alchemy to her life back at home or her childhood if you can.

Like(s): Musical theatre/acting/singing/dancing, books, learning new things, comfy chair, hot chocolate, puns, playing with people’s hair, being alone with her thoughts, listening to other people talk/sing, bay windows, patterns and symmetry, logic, romance, history, studying how things work, pretty colors, pasta, dogs, children, hugs and human warmth, going shopping

Dislike(s): Being bored, people mocking people for things they like, homophobes, unprovoked violence, needles/doctors, unfamiliar people, being without her phone and bag, conflicting patterns/colors, asymmetry, complicated math, silence, loneliness

Hobbies/Habits: Hobbies: Writing, reading, singing, dancing, playing with hair, taking pictures, keeping a journal/Habits: Biting nails, twirling hair, licks lips

Flaws: Sarcastic, comes off as cold/indifferent/annoying, has little self confidence, over thinks

E: I think that you might want to add a couple more flaws, some that will make her a bit more realistic. Maybe she’s a compulsive liar, maybe she often has tunnel vision with regards to others’ feelings and emotions, maybe she has a really short temper.

H: I really like how complicated and realistic these traits make her together!

Fears: Needles/doctors, being abandoned

Personality: Comes off as very cold and emotionless, guarded until she knows someone, awkward when flustered, passionate, can act childish, self depreciating, stressed, sarcastic, tries to be humorous and relate to people, intelligent, confused (not about anything in particular, just confused), aware of the world and it’s dangers, over thinks things, often daydreaming/lost in thought, true to herself

H: To me, she sounds like a character who prefers to be self-reliant. If you want to humanize her and her relationship with other characters, you can add some problems she faces trying to express her feelings to them freely.

Status: Alive

Appearance

Skin Color: Olive

Body Build: Slight, petite

Eye Color: Indigo (hence name)

H: How does she have indigo eyes? Did she live in an AU where purple, red, and other unusual eye colors were considered normal? Did she live in regular Chicago, but her eyes looked indigo in a certain light?

E: Indigo eyes are very rare. In fact, I think it may be one of the rarest eye colors in humans. But I’m sure she could have dark blue eyes!

H: Dark blue eyes could definitely work, and they do look indigo sometimes.

EDIT-

H: Then again, some characters from FMA have unrealistic hair and eye colors, like Rose Thomas, so it’s not a big deal.

Hair Color: Dark brown

Hair Style: Down to ribs when down, but usually looks shorter because it’s in a high ponytail atop her head

Height: 5’

Weight: 88 lbs

H: Considering her age, she would normally be around 5′4″ and 105 pounds. If you want to keep your current measurements, you should consider adding a reason for them. Maybe Indigo has a sort of nutritional deficiency that stunts her growth? I know somebody who struggles with that, and they have to eat sugary things constantly to keep themselves healthy. That deficiency could make her story more interesting, as she now needs to concentrate on what she needs to eat, too, while also surviving in a different world.

Automail: None

Other: Scar under right eye from falling down stairs as a kid

E: To be honest, I think that any falling injuries that would give her a cut under her eyes would also (in most cases) damage the bone in her face around her eyes.

H: If you want to keep the scar, burns, car crashes, and bike accidents are all common childhood injuries and could all cause a scar. However, falling down the stairs could also cut her without damaging her bone structure if she landed on something sharp, like a vase.

Clothing of Choice: Black leggings, black combat boots, gray undershirt, dark green hooded jacket, brown messenger bag

Abilities

Occupation: None at the moment

Alchemic Element or Transmutation Specialty: All

State Alchemist? No

State Alchemist Name: N/A

Weapon of Choice: Preferably no weapon, but fists if needed

Fighting Style: Aikido

[Scale 1-10, 1 = lowest, 10 = highest]

Alchemy Usage: 8/10 (eventually)

Swordsman and/or Gunmanship: 2/10

Martial Arts Skill: 9/10

Defense: 8/10

Offense: 4/10

Teamwork: 6/10

H: These statistics seem to really fit her character, down to her guarded nature being translated to high defense stats! I’d try not to change these if possible.

Relationships

Parents: Helena Pallas-Terzi, Dion Terzi

Sibling(s): N/A

Other Relative(s): Petros Pallas (maternal grandfather), Elaine Galanis-Pallas (maternal grandmother), Markos Terzi (paternal grandfather), Tessa Elias-Terzi (paternal grandmother)

Love Interest(s): Edward Elric

Best Friends: Li Shan/Sean Lee, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric

Friends: Winry Rockbell, Ling Yao/Greed, Lan Fan, May Chang/Xiao May, chimeras, Paninya

Enemy(ies): Father Cornello, Father, Pride, Lust, Envy, Wrath

Hero(es): Helena Passas-Terzi, Riza Hawkeye, Izumi Curtis

Rival(s): (Jokingly) Edward Elric, Roy Mustang

H: Though you didn’t have much room to do so here, I’d expand on her relationships and how they formed. Maybe Ed took her in when she appeared in Amestris? That would explain most of these relationships, seeing as Ed knows all of these people, but how would she know Cornello and the homunculi? Does she appear in the show’s timeline? Alternatively, does this happen after the show, but do these enemies come back? This could be a great opportunity for some incredible word building.

Quote(s): “This-this automail, this body, doesn’t define who you are.” “I don’t really do ‘healthy’ amounts of sleep when there’s work to be done.”

History/Backstory:

Indie was born in Chicago, Illinois. She is the only child of Helena and Dion Terzi, and was named after her dark blue eyes. She grew up in a cozy apartment in the city, always healthy and happy. Both of her parents were artists (Helena was a painter while Dion was a composer), and they heavily encouraged creativity in their daughter.

Indie was always drawn to creative outlets, and was frequently doodling, writing, and humming. However, she also knew that her parents wouldn’t tolerate failure (or perhaps, she realized later in life, it was her who wouldn’t accept it), and therefore did very well in school. Though she wasn’t disliked, per se, her classmates found her a bit strange, given her unusual intellect and shy tendencies.

Helena, a long time Chicago resident, knew how dangerous the city could be. She signed Indie up for aikido so that she could learn self defense. Indie was decent. She wasn’t a top-notch, best in the country student, but she knew enough to the point that she could defend herself without harming her attacker.

While in elementary school, Indie’s nose was always buried in a book or notebook. She was fascinated by higher level education and entertained herself by doing things like memorizing the periodic table. It wasn’t because she wanted to show off. She simply enjoyed memorizing and trying out new things. She didn’t know that it would annoy her classmates to the point where they would tease her viciously, picking away at her insecurities. The teasing eventually got so bad that Indie would claim to be sick to get out of school. This happened so often that Dion took Indie to the doctor, who said nothing was wrong.

E: Does she have another mental illness? Some illnesses can give people a wider memory and an aptitude with higher level thinking. (What was described seems a bit unnatural for a neurotypical person of that age.)

As a result, Helena and Dion became worried and took Indie to a psychologist, who diagnosed her with social anxiety and depression. Indie was put on medication and moved schools to a private school for her middle school and high school years.

It was here that Indie flourished. She was still quiet, but, with encouragement from Dion, tried out for the musical in sixth grade, and, to her surprise, was cast. It was a small chorus role, but a role nonetheless. And thus Indie’s passion was discovered. Musical theatre became a second home for Indie, and she came out of her shell when she went onstage. She gained self-confidence as she moved up the ranks of the cast. She became very close to a stage manager named Sean Lee (birth name Li Shan), but no, they do not date, they’re just close friends.

Overall, Indie’s life was looking up. And then she saw that damn red stone.

Trivia/Fun Facts:

Indie’s blue eyes were inherited from her maternal grandfather, Petros

Indie’s father, Dion, came from Greece to Chicago to study, where he met Helena. His parents still remain in Greece and visit every few years

Her first leading role was Elphaba in Wicked

Lola played Glinda

Indie’s favorite color is actually purple

The reason Indie was able to pass through the Gate and not give up any limbs or her voice is that she had a necklace containing a Philosopher’s Stone that her grandmother had sent from Greece for her 14th birthday

H: I think this is a really important fact that should be expanded upon. Did her grandmother know about the stone or did she not know about its power? How did she come across it?

Indie is allergic to bee stings

Helena and Dion actually were going to have a child before Indie, but Helena suffered a miscarriage, meaning that Indie was a miracle and a blessing to both of them

Indie practically generates warmth, and is often hugged by Sean, who is perpetually cold

Indie’s favorite book (besides Fullmetal Alchemist) is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

H: Unless I’m reading into this wrong, Indigo comes from a world that knows about FMA into the actual FMA universe. Does this mean that FMA was based off of a real story/universe? Or did someone create an alternate universe based on the FMA story? To keep your story from getting too complicated, I wouldn’t make FMA exist as a story in her universe, but Indigo isn’t my OC, after all!

E: (THE GOBLET OF FIRE WAS BETTER INDIE CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT!!!!)

Indie’s fear of needles came from when she was about 6 and was given an antibiotic for an infection. The antibiotic had a side effect of delirium, and, when the doctors came to draw blood, Indie saw nothing but the needles and though she was going to be stabbed

The total number of notebooks that Indie has filled with stories, notes, personal poems and songs, or choreography throughout her life is around 25-30

Indie loves games involving memorization, like Memory and recreating sequences

Indie’s brown messenger bag is like a safety blanket, and she never leaves anywhere without it

It was a gift from her parents for Christmas when she was 11

H: I really like these small tidbits, even if they don’t contribute to her story! They make Indigo seem very real and imperfect.

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E: You write really well! Keep up the good work! I love your character. She’s very fleshed-out and realistic (to the point where I think she’s based off of someone real!) and with any free time you have, I think it’d be ideal that you pursue her story!

Also, on an ending note, you can also have fun bending canon if you want! Sure, Winry might end up with Edward at the end, but if you want her to fall in love with Paninya (for whatever reason,,, ;O ) you can!

But with OCs, usually the problem lies in the power that you give them. Remember, even though the content is free for examination and recreation, if you want a realistic (ha ha, realistic, it’s anime, but you get what I mean) character, you need to make sure you don’t give them a god-like ability and a perfect life. Mistakes happen. One day, in a tragic accident, a character might lose a leg halfway through the story.

(That’s confusingly worded, but to put it in simpler terms, every character messes up. Also, to keep the story realistic, not every character has to emerge in one piece.)

H: Overall, I also really liked Indigo. I feel that she’s very realistic, and I don’t see many things you could change with her character that would improve her. The worldbuilding can be explored a little, but I think you’ve already created an interesting beginning that could make an awesome story. There’s a lot of great potential in this, and I encourage you to keep working on it!

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