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sometimes i can write pretty raw lines like...

“he is a fox among hounds, skittish and hunted” is SOOOO good like what the FUCK

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“ family does not guarantee safety ”

【 @ltcolonelhughes. prompt. acc. 】

    ❝ don’t  say  stuff  like  that. ❞   he  nearly  lost  him  ONCE  he  sure  as  HELL  isn’t  going  to  lose  him  AGAIN.  roy  admits  to  himself,  never  out  loud,  that  he  knows  hughes  is  RIGHT.  hughes  is  a  family  man,  the  best  of  them,  but  in  the  end  that  didn’t  protect  him  from  what happened.  and  it won’t  CONTINUE  to  protect  him  from  what  COULD  happen.

     but  he’ll  try  his  damnedest  to  make  SURE  that  hughes’  family,  he,  hawkeye,  and  everyone  on  his  force,  can  be  his  shield  if  ever  needed.  they’ll  PROTECT  him.  HE’LL  protect  him.  roy  doesn’t  notice  the  way  his  teeth  grind  and  his  tightly  curled  fist   is  shaking.  just  THINKING  about  it...   THINKING  about  what  would’ve  happened  if  he’d  been  DISTRACTED  and  missed  that  phone  call  TERRIFIES  him.

     ❝  WE’LL  keep  you  safe.  ❞   roy  says  firmly,  confidently.   (  he  is  a  fox  among  hounds,  skittish  and  hunted.  )

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“ i wanted you to stay ”

【 @cheualier. prompt. acc. 】

     ❝  hey  now,  don’t  go  getting  all  soft  on  me.  ❞   honestly  he  would  want  nothing  MORE.  havoc  has  been  with  him  through  thick  and  thin,  and  for  all  of  it  now  to  be...  DONE?  for  him  to  just  leave  because  of  his  own  foolish  mistake?  a  part  of  roy  knows  it  wasn’t  his  fault  ---  how  could  they  possibly  know  how  HOMUNCULI  work?  but  that  traitorous  part  of  his  brain  that  overrules  what  he  KNOWS  with  EMOTIONS  tells  him  he  should  have  EXPECTED  it.

     jean’s  been  through  so  much  for  him  and  yet  he  can’t  even  do  more  for  JEAN.  he  should  stick  around.  he  should  HELP  him  through  this  transition.  but  he  CAN’T.  he  knows  he  can’t,  and  he  knows  jean  knows  this  already. 

    that  doesn’t  make  it  hurt  any  less.  he  CHOSE  this  when  he  started  this  ambitious  pursuit.   (  he  wants  to  see  it  through, some  day.  )

     ❝  i  wish  i  could.  ❞   he  admits.

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collection of prompts  /  starter sentences taken from the  cursedsuggestion  blog 

“ tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while ” “ no one can hear you and no one can help you ” “ ruin my life and never leave me ” “ haunt me , fucker ” “ leap off the precipice before anyone can shove you ” “ now you know how i feel about you ” “ think of me when you want to come home ” “ you made your choice so live with it ” “ don’t look back on it ” “ family does not guarantee safety ” “ you were an adult for most of your childhood ” “ you’ll be okay somewhere in that vague future tense ” “ what i’m saying is what happened was fucked up ” “ you’re crushed under the spine bending weight of yourself ” “ you fell in love with yourself and projected it onto me ” “ i’m the one with the power this time ” “ i bite off more than i can chew ” “ you ruined your own self ” “ i never say the right things ” “ you didn’t outgrow your misery  ,  you grew into it ” “ i look after me and mine ” “ we’re twin souls ” “ you molded me into something terrible ” “ i’m too rigid to bend back ” “ no one’s coming to fix you  ;  put yourself back together ” “ i’m not even a real person ” “ you don’t love  ,  you just devour what i give ” “ why do you expect others to treat you better than you treat yourself ? ” “ you should try to be you ” “ sometimes fixing something is stopping it from breaking further ” “ you don’t say what you mean  ,  just what sounds good ” “ all you do is watch ” “ i’m a bad habit with a bad attitude ” “ everything you are shown has a purpose ” “ someone else wears your face ” “ my soul is a bit fucked up ” “ i’ll burn the sheets when you go ” “ there is no god that i can see ” “ love isn’t an excuse ” “ scream into the universe until it screams back ” “ i wanted you to stay ” “ the past is with you  ,  for better or worse ” “ this hate keeps me warm in the winter ” “ i’m a wrong number ”

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hrmg... colonel...

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jean / *cheualier‌

Taking a cigarette in his fingers he started twirling it, and he snorted- oh he almost felt sorry for Mustang, it did peak his interest to why everyone was so silent at work. “Y’know..” His eyes rolled, “maybe they’re scared to talk? Thinkin’ you’ll snap at them?” He shook his head, “you can be pretty scary when you get mad.” Jean lightly nudged at Roy’s arm, “anyway do you need help with reports now?” Havoc had a tugging feel that Mustang was pushing himself again and overworking, as much as Jean hated paperwork he hated that Roy overworked himself more. “Roy.. ya’ haven’t been doing it have you?”

     ❝  i’ve  no  idea  what  you  mean,  and  i  am  NOT  going  to  let  you  touch  my  work.  ❞   he  tries  to  stay  LIGHT  but  there’s  been...  MUCH  weighing  on  his  shoulders.  hughes’  death...  and  now  this.  so...  maybe  he  HAS  been  overworking  himself,  it  keeps  his  mind  in  the  NOW,  keeps  him  BUSY.  roy,  for  all  of  his  bravado,  deflates  with  an  exhausted  sigh.   ❝  alright...  you’ve  caught  me.  it’s  nothing  i  can’t  handle,  though.  i’ve...  ❞   been  worried?  depressed?  grieving  in  the  wrong  ways?  all  of  the  above,  probably.  it  doesn’t  help  that  the  stab  wound  from  that  homonculus  is  starting  to  get  irritated  with  all  the  work  he’s  jumping  head - first  into.   ❝  i’ll  be  fine,  jean.  ❞

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anyways what’s up i’m theus and i’m a fickle rper

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     when  i  was  a  man  i  thought  it  ended   —   when  i  knew  love's  perfect  ache…   (  but  my  peace  has  always  depended  on  all  the  ashes  in  my  wake.  )   all  you  have  is  your  FIRE  and  the  place  you  need  to  reach.  don't  you  ever  tame  YOUR  DEMONS  but  always  keep  them  on  a  leash

est.  09. 25. 18 rebooted  12. 23. 18 independent  private  selective roy  mustang  from  fullmetal  alchemist

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wouldn’t it be sexy if i replied to my threads 2-3 months later

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peeks in

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imagine being a country over from ammestris and suddenly a huge light shows and this monstrous entity crawls out of the earth to drag down an eye in the sky

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when  u  realize  that  replying  to  someone  means  they’ll...  eventually  reply  back.....

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burn / *envidus‌

envy  lets  out  a  wail  of  agony  as  flames  surround  them ,  scorching  their  skin  and  leaving  their  makeshift  blood  bubbling .  at  the  alchemist’s  words ,  their  swings  get  wilder ,  more  erratic ,  faster .  angrier .  how  DARE  he ?  how  dare  this  puny  creature  call  them ,  envy ,  pathetic ?!  doesn’t  he  know  who  they  are ?  doesn’t  he  know  what  they’re  capable  of ,  the  carnage  they’ve  wreaked  before  he  was  even  a  speck  in  his  disgusting  human  mother’s  eye ?

there  should  be  a  way  out ,  a  way  for  them  to  win ,  to  demolish  roy  mustang  for  good  ( and  they  want  to ,  they  want  to  ruin  him  for  what  he  did  to  lust )  and  yet …  and  yet  they’re  letting  their  emotions  get  the  better  of  them .  this  is  their  biggest  problem ;  their  emotions  are  too  temperamental ,  too  extreme .  they  feel  either  nothing  or  everything ,  and  they  can’t  stop  themself  from  acting  when  they  do  feel  things .  

vicious  words  are  snatched  from  between  their  curled  lips  like  a  snarl  from  a  beast  —  and  after  all ,  isn’t  that  what  they  are ;  a  beast ?

            “   i  know  what  i  am ,  FLAME ALCHEMIST  —  can  you  say  the  same ?                                          i  can  see  the  excitement  behind  your  eyes ;                                                 hurting  me  must  feel  sooo  good .    “

they  may  be  the  monster ,  true .  but  that  means  mustang  is  a  hunter ,  and  every  hunter  must  have  some  of  the  instincts  their  prey  possess .  how  else  would  the  prey  ever  be  caught ?

     the  mask  cracks  ever  so  slightly.  his  smugness,  his  SUPERIORITY  over  the  creature  all  but  GROVELING  now.  spirals  and  twists  into  anger  that’s  always  been  simmering  from  the  moment  he  entered  the  ishvalan  conflict.  then,  he  was  a  coward,  went  ALONG  with  it.  he  became  numb  to  the  fire  that  burned  behind  his  eyes.

     but  now...

     another  SNAP  and  the  fire  spreads  in  front  of  him,  creating  a  barrier  between  the  two  if  only  temporarily.  he  wants  to  bleed  them  dry  of  the  souls  trapped  in  their  devil’s  heart,  but  only  just.  for  he  needs  ANSWERS.

     he  can’t  get  answers  from  a  corpse.

     ❝  YOU’RE   NOT   HUMAN.  ❞   and  it’s  what  he  has  to  remind  himself  of.  no,  they’re  anything  BUT  human,  only  a  mimicry  of  one.  they  are  the  creation  of  the  slaughter  of  thousands,  if  not  milions  of  people.  to  achieve  what?  to  what  means  is  the  end?  for  who  would  do  something  so  inhuman  to  create  something  to  MOCK  their  mortal  bodies?

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ugh not to be a theus stan on main but i’d die for him and writing w him always brings out my muse bc he’s…such a good writer fuck

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they're lounging on his desk, humming something under their breath. as they notice him enter the room, they start singing aloud. "fingers in his ass, fingers in his ass, roy mustang he likes big fingers in his ass!"

     he  pays  little  mind  to  them  as  he  sits  down,  crossing  his  legs  as  he  props  them  up  on  the  desk,  leaning  back  into  his  chair  comfortably.   ❝  so  what  if  i  do?  ❞