#also i had never drawn rage this much but thats because i didnt like how i'd draw him

[basofy]

i was thinking stuff and realized these 2 assholes would be good friends... incredible

[actualbird]

HELLO YES KAEYA AND ZHONGLI PLEASE

anon i owe u my life

kaeya

How I feel about this character

i am FERAL ABOUT THIS WHORE (AFFECTIONATE)!! i love him so much, but not in the way thats like “oh hes a good boy, i love this good boy” because kaeya is very obviously Not a good boy. hes a liar and a snake and he does whatever it takes to get the job done so hes deffo skirting the line of moral ambiguity and thats like catnip to me ok. if it had ended there, i was already hooked. but no. noooo mihoyo went further by giving this dude a IMPLIED JESUS BACKSTORY!!!

LIKE. YALL R TELLING ME THAT KAEYA IS THE SUPPOSED MESSIAH FOR A DESTROYED NATION, BUT THAT HE GREW TO LOVE THE CITY AND PEOPLE WHO TOOK HIM IN, THAT HE IS NOW DIVIDED BETWEEN LOYALTIES, THAT THE ONE TIME HE ACTUALLY TOLD THE TRUTH, HE WAS CAST OUT INTO THE COLD??? I AM GOING TO EAT ROCKS

i love kaeya because hes a shady guy but i love him more because hes….a sublimely sad one as well. im Very interested in where mihoyo will take his story…..

All the people I ship romantically with this character

the only character i ship kaeya with For Realsies is childe because i love their dynamic together as fellow scummy bitches

[n//s/f///w] however for porn reasons i do wanna see kaeya with wagner. i think the buff blacksmith should get to rail that twink. as a treat.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

DILUC!! DILUC DILUC DILUC!!!!! i wouldnt rlly call kaeya and diluc a non-romantic OTP i’d more just call it…..a relationship i am Never not thinking about. they have such a tragic and compelling story, together. they were brothers, they were so close, and then diluc, in a rage, rips kaeya out of his life, and theyve both been living with that rift, that wound, for years. i am constantly on the lookout for fanfic that delves into their conflict, how that affects them, and how they can reconcile. mihoyo pls give me more diluc&kaeya interaction. im so hungry….

My unpopular opinion about this character

idk if this is a popular opinion or not bc i dont keep up with whats the In Thing in fandom but like. im happy either way kaeya will go. if he sides with mondstadt or khaenri’ah. both are very interesting stories that im willing to see!!! 

and like, either way, he’ll still be sexy. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

MIHOYO, WHAT IS UNDER HIS EYEPATCH. I NEED TO KNOW //GURGLES AND TURGLES.

zhongli

How I feel about this character

at first i was kind of lukewarm about zhongli. like yeah i thought he was pretty but i wasnt immediately drawn to him because he didnt have much evil in him (kjhkjsdfKJBSD IM IN A ‘LIKING BAD BOYS’ PHASE OK!!!) but then i watched his story quests and was like. Oh. oh jesus christ. this is a tired ex-god who had to watch everybody he ever loved slip through his fingers. this is somebody who is paying the price for immortality and divinity in the most human of ways. this is somebody who wants to rest, but cant.hes a character i love very much because of how gotdamn SAD HE MAKES ME KJSDBFJSDKBVJSV. 

(OH ALSO i am very interested in how he may have committed war crimes in the past. not necesarily because i think itd be cool if zhongli were evil, but because im interested in the wider story of how archons arent as perfect and good as we were first led to believe.)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

childe!!!!! i dont think i have to explain this, childe/zhongli is a DAMN GOOD SHIP!!!! also guizhong and azhdaha.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

i really love zhongli & venti!!! i think it’s hilarious how zhongli basically throws rocks at venti while venti is like ehe. 

but on a more sincere note, i am interested in how they only have each other, in immortality. how the other is the only one who has survived the sands of time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

zhongli not being able to talk about the alleged genocide he may or may not have committed is in character and Not Annoying. the dude is the Literal God Of Contracts, of COURSE he would follow an NDA!!!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

RLLY WISH MIHOYO LET ZHONGLI AND AZHDAHA FUCKING HUG AT THE END OF HISTORIA ANTIQUA 2……..THEY BOTH DESERVED IT…...//WAILS

thanks anon!!!

send me characters!!!

[valenreina]

,, Uncle Vlad...am I...dead ? '' ,, ......No.......'' ,,W-What did you do....?? '' ,, I saved you...'' Say Hello to Halfa!Vicci   No this is not part of Victoria's original Story . It's just a little AU Idea i had . 'w' ( And No Vicci will never ever become a Halfa inside her original story . ) Oh how Vicci became there a Halfa ? Well the ,,Story '' to that is kind of long... I try to tell it shorter- It's starts basically with Danny breaks Vicci's Heart . ( They are already since a while in a relationship.) She saw him and Sam kissing . ( More like Sam kissed him .- Maybe i should call this AU Heartbreak or something like that...x'D - Why they kissed ? Well Sam wanted to try if they feel something if they do it . Danny didn't liked that idea at all since Vicci is already his girlfriend . But it happend and poor Toree saw it . ) Anyways. With a broken heart shattered in thousand of pieces she didnt even confront them about it , because she knew about the feelings Danny and Sam once shared . So caged in her own mind of depressive feelings Vicci just did go home . At the dining table Vlad kind of noticed something was wrong with his niece , but he thought it was just a puberty thing and didn't really question it . Instead he dissapeared after diner in his study to do business related things. Vicci now basically completely left alone ( Not even AMADEUS could cheer her up-) and In search for a quiet place she began to explore the castle in his depths. There she found a big omnious door and behind that entrance was a showroom for antiques. But in this case not normal antiques. GHOST related artifacts. And under these pieces Vicci found the crown of fire and the ring of rage. She practically felt drawn to these mighty ghost relicts. Like they called for her . And in these kind of trance state she simply put both on. Which was a big mistake. The power contained in these artifacts was too much for her mortal soul and instead of controlling the power , the force started to control her. Ultimately , it went so far that it brought the entire world to its knees and Vicci became almost a ghost. Only because of the teamwork of Danny and Vlad they could free her from the mighty relicts. But she paid dearly for her naivety. The power of the ring and the crown had been to much to bear for her mortal soul . She fell into a coma and with everyday her body became weaker and weaker. Danny and Vlad tried to find a solution to help her . But it seemed completely hopeless. The younger halfa almost seemed to give up . But the older didn't. He couldn't. He couldn't let her go. Vicci was like a little light inside his deep tunnel of loneliness and darkness. But just as he started slowly , like Danny , doubting whether she could be saved at all, he got the idea. If her human soul couldn't stand the power , what would be if she wasn't a complete human ? If she was a halfa like him or Danny , her body could restore what has been shattered. With that thought he took action . But Vlad couldn't use the same way like him and young Daniel became a halfa. It was too hazardous. But everything at this point of no return was venturesome. So Vlad decided to take the direct way. A injection. A transfusion of his ectoplasm too Victoria. Her body will at first reject the foreign substance , that he knew. But it was also her last chance. Her body reacted ,as expected ,very critical at first and after a while the ectoplasm finally connected with her DNA. ( It was a good thing that she was still in a coma .Like...first her body when he rejected the ectoplasm and THEN the transformation itself ? Sounds painful- ) Victoria became a halfa. The first thing she noticed as she finally awoke was the lab , the second thing was the ghostly glow around her body and then at last she noticed her skin was kind of...blueish. At first she thought she was dead..x'D And thats my pals is how Halfa! Vicci came to be . ....Ah dang it i knew it . Everytime i say i will try to write it short it still becomes most times longer than i thought- Anyways hope you enjoy it.

[phantastus]

How do you think the SH protagonists interacted with regular people after the game? What weird things people notice they do? What do they speculate about them? Are they like the weirdos on the edge of the street people talk about? What rumors are there about them? When people meet them are others like, 'Oh yeah, they're crazy. There was one time when...'

OKAY sorry for the wait on this, all February long has been a never-ending parade of chaos so I’ve been pretty out of sorts.

But I really like this ask so I want to do it justice with my answer. 

I think that it goes without saying that ALL of them come out of Silent Hill with some problems integrating back into “regular” life, but the specifics vary by character.

HARRY MASON: Being basically the “only” survivor, Harry took it hard. I headcanon that for probably the better part of a year, he almost completely withdrew from the public with baby Cheryl/Heather. Shades drawn 24/7, extremely secretive and paranoid, basically completely self-isolating and only leaving the house to buy groceries. However, probably around the time that the reality of his situation fully sank in, he kind of got his shit together and went from being a complete social nonentity to actually being able to pull off “normal” better than most of the other protagonists. You’d have to really be watching him to tell that anything was off because he’s good at being amiable and approachable– but he still draws maps of his surroundings, mentally plots escape routes, and is always figuratively looking over his shoulder any time he’s out of the house. Being attacked by the cult again when Heather was a toddler amplified the paranoia even more and while he was still able to maintain a “normal” outward facade, Harry still had countless little habits like taking meandering, circling routes while driving home from anywhere, only ever letting the phone go to message machine (in case someone was trying to check if he or Heather was at home), etc etc. General public opinion of Harry though is that he’s friendly and very normal.

JAMES SUNDERLAND: Short answer: badly. Long answer: if you’re so inclined, please enjoy 200,000+ words of James being increasingly dysfunctional in public (with the disclaimer that I started writing it literally a decade ago so the first chapters are QUITE CLUNKY).

HEATHER MASON: In many ways, and not coincidentally, she winds up dealing with it a lot like Harry. Like her dad with the bogus murder investigation after he killed the cultist trying to kidnap her, I headcanon that Heather ALSO came out of the frying pan and into the fire in that there is literally one dead body in her apartment and another one on the roof of the building. That plus a delinquent teenager with a probable reputation for trouble in school showing back up after having disappeared with her father’s blood still on her clothing, I pretty much headcanon that the first thing to happen to Heather upon leaving Silent Hill is getting fucking arrested for Harry’s murder. FORTUNATELY, she has Douglas’s word (and the family history that he dug up while investigating her and Harry to begin with) to back her up so chances are she didn’t stay arrested for very long, but still, like. Extra trauma. Especially since, as a troubled kid to begin with, “I heard she literally killed her dad” probably follows her around in her final year of school. AFTER THAT… I think she also withdraws a lot like her father did at first, keeping in touch with Douglas but really not anybody else, and generally nursing a RAGING bitterness for authority (which was already there, but gets even worse after the experience) and holing up by herself. Eventually she attends some form of community college (where her reputation as a killer won’t follow her) and starts to come back out of her shell a little– but like dad, she also spends a lot of time idly drawing maps, caching weapons and supplies, and taking very weird routes to go anywhere in order to shake off hypothetical pursuers. Also people around her on a regular basis quickly notice that if she’s ever startled or caught off-guard for like two seconds she will literally become the most terrifying-looking person in existence before catching herself and realizing that it’s someone asking to borrow a pen and not a cultist who needs to have the pen shoved through their eyeball. She remains Ready To Fight at all times and anyone who spends any time getting to know her will be able to tell she’s been through something.

HENRY TOWNSHEND: Immediately after SH4 Henry literally launches from one end of the anxiety spectrum to the next where instead of isolating himself indoors, he gets actively afraid to be inside buildings. Obviously he’s kind of forced to get over this fairly quickly (because the alternative is continuing to just sleep on the street) but he still is VERY panicky about having doors closed or going deep into buildings there there’s no direct exit to the outside immediately visible. However, he actually has a little bit less active fear of being stalked or pursued (having the closure of basically killing Walter himself was good for SOMETHING) than Harry or Heather– it’s still there for sure, but he doesn’t feel it quite to that degree. On the other hand, being more socially awkward and anxious to BEGIN with, he still is extremely nervous-looking and timid while interacting with people in public,and frankly even moreso than he used to be. If he stays with Eileen, he pretty much stays in her shadow and lets her do the talking. He remains a complete weirdo in the eye of almost everyone he interacts with.

AND THAT’S ALL I GOT IN ME ATM I don’t have quite as much material stored up for the other protags. Hopefully this is what you had in mind! Reading it over I realize I went into a little more detail about their circumstances than how they actually BEHAVE, l-lmao.

[dark0angel13]

Check Mate

Okay everyone, here is part 2! From here on is NSFW so please be aware of that. I do hope you like it! ;)

START

His eyes widen, his nostrils flair; Lucy knows she has him right where she wants him. All it takes is a little seduction and he’s putty in her hands. He takes a deep breath in and motions for her to make her move.

She needs to focus now, losing is not an option, she decides with a spark in her eye. If it wasn’t a game of chess she wouldn’t mind really. Stripping for Natsu and getting laid for it? It’s a win, win. She just doesn’t want to lose to him. Levy she could accept because the little blue mage was a genius, but Natsu? Not a snowflake’s chance in hell.

She moves expertly, her fingers dragging her rook to capture his bishop; only after making sure she won’t lose it. He grimaces and leans in, bringing a hand to his chin. In one swift movement, he takes a pawn and leans back with a smirk on his face. Damn him and his smile. She should have been more specific at which pieces he needed to capture.

“I captured a pawn, start stripping.” His words are confident, husky, and makes breathing hard.

With shaky hands she removes both her shoes and socks, narrowing her eyes in amusement when Natsu huffs from across the table.

“That’s not what I had in mind.”

“You didn’t specify the order in which I had to strip.” She winks and holds up her shoes, dropping them with a smirk playing about her face; chuckling when they hit the floor with a thud.

“It’s you’re turn.” He sounds aggravated but she can see the amusement playing behind his eyes. She makes her move, taking one of his pawns.

The game moves quickly, and piece by piece her pawns fall until she’s clad in her bra and panties and her confidence wavers. Natsu is never this focused, not unless it’s a fight. He’s never even shown an interest in strategy games, so why now? Why was he beating her at a game she’s never lost at? She can’t fathom it.

“Just two more pieces…” his eyes are grazing her figure as he speaks and she feels the heat rush to her cheeks. This side of Natsu, this unknown part of him turns her on so much she almost says fuck it and jumps him. Almost. They’re standing as they play now, the tension hanging in the air like smoke while they fight for a winner.

“Good luck, you’ve only managed to capture my pawns.” She counters with a smirk when he looks to his side of the graveyard. She too has most of his pawns and a couple of his bigger pieces but it’s still anyone’s game; she’s not going to lose.

He steps closer now, his eyes bringing a flush to her skin, and when he raises a hand to her cheek her knees feel weak. His touch is soft, delicate even, and she finds herself leaning into him. A piece moves, his hand trails down and a finger hooks into her bra, pulling gently until she gets the idea. Her hands move swiftly, unclasping the metal at her back and the garment is falling.

If it hits the ground, she doesn’t hear it for the only thing ringing in her ears is the pounding of her pulse. Her breath quickens when his fingers trail up and graze her nipple; she bites her lip to keep a moan in.

“One to go.” His lips are at her neck while his hands roam her body; stopping only when they meet the fabric of her panties and she is having a hard time thinking, let alone playing.

She whimpers slightly but manages to capture his last remaining knight, sucking in a breath when his lips trail down to engulf her nipple. A moan escapes her this time and her hands tangle in his messy pink locks.

He doesn’t move much, coming up to kiss her before turning and watching the board. She uses his distracted expression to lean into him and drag her hand gently across the bulge in his pants. He stiffens and sucks in a breath and she smirks. It’s about time she gets even.

She watches the desire race across his eyes but he doesn’t look away from the board, instead bringing his rook to capture her bishop.

She doesn’t have time to react before he’s before her, his teeth latching onto the last piece of clothing on her; slowly dragging them down her legs until she can step out of them. He grips her hips tightly, his mouth so close to the coarse hair of her pelvic region that she can feel his breath. She braces herself agains the table when he drags his tongue up her thigh, her stomach, her breast; her neck before claiming her mouth in a heated kiss. Her hands are fumbling with the button on his jeans and after a flick of her wrist, he’s free and scorching her hand with the heat radiating from him.

“Don’t tease me Luce.” He groans into her mouth and she smirks, gripping his member with enough force to make him shiver, but not too tight that it hurts him. She drags her hand down the shaft before trailing it back up and running her thumb over the tip. His body stiffens and she feels him thrust into her hand.

“You seem to enjoy teasing me,” she coos, “it’s only fair I return the favor.”

He moves fast, spreading her legs and piercing her with two of his fingers. Electricity races down her spine and she arches her back, a moan coming from her lips as she digs her nails into his back. Her body is on fire; the ball in her stomach winding tighter with each thrust of his fingers and she can only match his pace with her hand on him. He’s breathing hard, thrusting into her touch in an animalistic manner before her words, albeit shaky, echo in the room.

“W-we have a game to finish…Natsu.” His name comes out in a moan when he curls his finger inside her and white flashes on the edges of her vision. She doesn’t really want to finish the game though. All she wants to do is fuck him until she can’t feel her legs. She widens her stance to give him better access, and with her new position, a new form of pleasure rips through her like a current. The shock of him hitting that one spot over and over, brings unintelligible words from her lips. She’s so close now, needing only a few more thrusts from him to chase the orgasm right in front of her.

Natsu, it seems has other plans though, leaving her at the edge of ecstasy to pull back and kiss her, his hands removing hers from his penis. She can feel the pleasure receding and she wants to scream; a huff coming from her instead.

“Why did you stop, I was so close?” Her words come out in a desperate whimper and he smirks, turning back to the board.

“We need to finish the game.” He answers matter of fact, like its as simple as that, and she is so close to screaming. She’s so close to throwing the game across the room and mounting him right there on the table, that her fingers actually twitch before she stops herself.

He can’t be serious? Her eyes roam over his body, dwelling on his engorged member too long while he scanned the pieces remaining on the board. An idea pops into her head and she’s smirking, kneeling down to give a quick lick to his shaft while he’s distracted. She hears his sharp intake of breath and wraps her lips around the tip of him. He’s so hard, so hot, and so ready for her that Lucy can only assume it hurts him.

She runs her tongue over the tip again, loving the salty taste that lingers in her mouth before taking him fully in. His hand comes to her head on instinct and she feels his fingers tangle in her hair.

“Shit Lucy-“ she hears desperation in his voice and she groans deep in her throat; loving how it makes him shake. He thrusts into her mouth and she finds it hard to keep up, to keep him in her mouth and not gag. She’s certainly not new to blowjobs, but when he gets overzealous she finds it hard to match his energy. Her hands come up to grip his ass and she gives a light squeeze, loving the way his muscles feel under her touch.

He’s breathing hard, she has hear it around the small moans coming from him and she picks up her pace. His legs tense, his thrusts go into overdrive and she grips him for stability and stills her head, content to just let him fuck her mouth. He thrusts once more, his body going rigid and she hears her name leave his mouth in a drawn out moan as he seed fills her. It’s hot, salty, and she almost can’t take it all before she feels him soften and she stands, wiping the small amount from the corner of her mouth while she swallows.

The look on his face is priceless. His cheeks are red, his eyes lidded and clouded with lust. His breath is coming in ragged pants and she watches as he grips the table for support and a part of her feels pride for bringing him to this state. He gave her oral last time, so it’s only fair that she do it this time.

“Enjoy that did you?” She chuckles and rests her hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” He is still breathing hard but she can already see his arousal coming back. The stamina of this Dragon Slayer was insane sometimes. “But I’m also going to enjoy this.” He moves a piece on the board but Lucy doesn’t pay attention, instead focusing on the predator approaching her.

She finds herself against the counter; the coolness of the tiles doing little to quell the fire raging within her. He lifts her and she spreads her legs again for him to step closer; she can feel his member, already hard again, against her thigh.

“That was a good game,” he begins, sliding into her painfully slow. She feels the heat radiate through her in waves, the ball already beginning to wind once more. He fills her so fully, so completely she can’t help but think they are made for each other. “But this is better.” His words only seem to turn her on more and she moans into his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper still.

His thrusts are long and powerful, each one bringing her closer to the crest she wants so badly to reach. She’s so close, her vision tunneling; the ball winding so tight, she thinks it’s going to break.

Then everything does break, and she’s unraveling, her head going back and a moan ringing in the air. Her back arches and her body goes rigid as the pleasure rockets through her like molten lava. With each proceeding thrust her orgasm gets stronger, his own searing her from the inside a moment later, until she’s left clenching her legs around him from the over stimulation. He stills and they’re both breathing hard but he doesn’t remove himself.

Her vision is blurry, her body trembling slightly from the residual convulsions and a smile spreads across her face.

“Thank you for that.” It’s the only thing she can think to say and she leans in to kiss him.

“I should be thanking you.” He smirks and pulls out, wrapping his arms around her waist as he leads them from the counter back to the table.

“Check mate, by the way.” His smile brightens the world around her and she doesn’t even care that she lost, not after the amazing sex she just had.

“Well fuck me,” she pouts but knows he can see the glint in her eyes, “I lost.”

“We played that game too Lucy,” he leans in to kiss her, “you lost.”

“Wanna play again?” She knows what he is going to say; smiling when he says yes.

END

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it ;) I feel it’s not my best work but I think it turned out pretty damn good. By the way, Natsu totally had Levy teach him how to play chess and gave him tips on how to beat Lucy. xD that’s how I imagine it happening anyway.

[lustertherainwing]

could you tell us any other writing problems tui has done, because tbh i've always had an issue of her writing too, that being with character development or plot structure, to name a few :O

ive always found that tui scarified pretty much everything in favor of her plot (character depth, theme, logic.....)

but i think my biggest issue with tui’s writing would be the ending of book5. Ill give her the benefit of the doubt in that it was likely forced to be rushed, but god tui thats the worst ending ive ever read. I get it was for your plot/theme that none of the queens would win, but you disposed of all 3 of them in a matter of 4 pages, and it makes the entire rest of the series look very drawn out and pointless in comparison. 

More about book5s ending: thorn was never even foreshadowed in any book other than the last one. Not even a breif mention of some “sandwing troublemaker in the scorpion den” in any prologue or epilogue, she only appeared a few chapters before she was needed. Thats really....really poor writing im sorry. you shouldnt just whip your “end all beat all” solution out of your ass at the last second.

and lets talk about how LAME the whole death scene for burn/blister was. because i will never not be outraged over it. 

Burn arrives all strong and ready to fucking obliterate literally everyone in a blind rage, blister and her scheming ass has the fucking grinch face over there, and blaze is freaking the fuck out because she doesnt want to die and doesnt want to kill her sisters. its a good setup, with a ton of potential. We expect a dramatic, heart-wrenching fight involving a lot of blood, some dead sisters, possibly some cool interference from the dragonets, something really epic and cool. 

what do we get? the fucking grinch over there tosses not one, but TWO SNAKES (for the price of one!) to murder her sister (ill discuss another reason this is outrageous in a second), blaze just cries, and then tui whips a dumb fucking symbol out of her ass yet again, and it kills blister, and that rando thorn gets to be queen. ????? tui wyd. not only was it really REALLY underwhelming, but it really made me weep at all the bullshit of it. of which now i will discuss;

the vipers: 1 snake bites burn, a MASSIVE FUCKING DRAGON THATS AN ADULT AND IS ALSO SUBSTANTIALLY LARGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE HER AGE, she dies pretty much instantly. 1 snake bites clay, a slightly larger than average CHILD, he lasts probably a few minutes before peril swoops in out of god knows where (??) and burns the venom out of his veins (how does this work. are ya gonna evaporate the venom? bc then ur gonna make air bubbles in his bloodstream and give him a heart attack nice going). i understand this is a childrens magical book series but oh my god tui. ya killed your most imposing antagonist in a second with 0 logic to it at all

peril: how did you even get the memo that everyone was meeting up at the palace, you were busy being emo all alone. and the timing was spot on 10/10 perfect just in time to save her beloved man. tui please im gonna puke

blister dying: lmaoooo i peed myself when she fucking died so lame. a fitting death for such a pitiful villain honestly. she literally died bc of her selfishness. i mean i guess this isnt that bad because it validates the point ive made previously that blister sucks, but tui please

and for shits and giggles, lets talk about the scavengers (i dont remember their names): WHY WERE THEY THERE???? WHAT PURPOSE.......TUI WYD.............i dont want your stupid tiny humans i want dragons i didnt sign up for this, tui t sutherland. 

okay ill stop ranting now sorry LMAO sorry i get carried away

anyways tldr: tui must protect her got dam plot at all costs

[paybackraid]

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FMA AU Week Day 4 Prompt L: Overused but Well Loved

Words: 1998

This time it’s a modern AU. Based on some lovely art by @ignicule with their permission, ofc. Warnings for strong language from Edward.

It should also be noted that I do not support Roy/Winry in anyway; they are messing with Ed and in this, Roy loves Winry like a daughter.

Please don’t tag as Roywin

“I can’t believe I trusted him with her. I. Cannot. Believe that I trusted him. What was I thinking? I should have called Al home. What was I thinking?”

Riza sighed silently to herself, glancing to her companion who clutched nervously to his phone. She and Ed were away on a mission, too far from Resembool or Central to return quickly should anything arise. She was a little nervous too; Roy had a knack for getting himself into trouble when she wasn’t around, but he was also a grown man who could take care of himself and those around him. Ed had been aware of that when he asked Roy to check on his heavily pregnant wife who was taking up a hotel room in Central. Alphonse was away in Xing with his wife Mei visiting her family, otherwise Winry would have stayed in Resembool with him. Riza wished that Ed would remember why he had trusted Roy to keep her safe and well taken care of in the first place.

Roy absolutely adored Winry, after all, and would do just about anything for her, even more so now that she was with an unborn child. Riza wouldn’t be surprised when she got home if she found out that Winry ended up staying in their guest room, or Roy spent all day in her hotel room.

“He’s going to fuck up. He’s going to fuck up royally, and I’m going to lose my child. And probably her. ...That’s it, I’m call--”

Riza strode over and plucked Ed’s phone right from his hands, where he had been staring at the still phone app for over a quarter of an hour. He protested and flipped onto his back on his bed, just in time to see her pocket it. “Edward. Winry still has two months to go. Winry can take care of herself. Roy is a responsible adult who knows how to take care of a pregnant woman.” His sister had gotten pregnant a little over a year ago, and he had Googled just about everything he had needed to know even though he obviously wasn’t the father, and had stayed with her the last half of her pregnancy. The baby had been born happy and healthy. Not to say that was Roy’s doing at all, but at least his doting hadn’t harmed his new niece in the least. “They’re going to be fine. If you want to ensure that the baby will be fine, then focus on the mission so we can get home as soon as possible. Alright?”

Ed stared at her with wide, stricken eyes like he thought he had been betrayed. “But he’s useless!”

“Only on rainy days, and the forecast called for sun today. At least take a break from your phone. If Roy texts me that anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you immediately. Please take a look at the case files.”

Ed ground his teeth, waited for a second to see if he could wait her out, then deflated. “...Fine. But as soon as they call, you tell me!”

“If they call, I’ll tell you.”

Ed grouched for a moment and stormed over to the table, yanking out the chair and dropping into it like a brooding child. Riza laughed to herself and shook her head; though it had been over five years since Ed had gotten Al’s body back, sometimes she could still see the same sullen child she had come to love. A small part of her hoped that part of him would never grow up. She took a seat on her bed (she and Ed had agreed that sharing a room would be easier and would pose no problem) and tucked into her own case file, hoping for some clues.

After a small amount of time, both phones in her pocket buzzed. Curious, and a little nervous, she pulled out her phone. Roy was a responsible adult, no way he had let something happen to Winry.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile drifting over her face. A group chat, from Winry, sent to her, Roy, and Ed. And the picture, no doubt Ed wouldn’t be terribly pleased with that, the jealous little thing he was.

’Stay safe! We love you! See you when you get home!!’

“Ed.”

Ed shot up like a hunting dog, staring with wide eyes at her, clearly waiting for the moment she called for him. She rolled her eyes again, but pulled out his phone and stretched out the small distance to hand it to him.

“Take a look.”

He took the phone and opened it up without looking at the message. Slowly, his scowl darkened into something unholy, which made her smile. Oh how pleased Roy would be if he knew that he had caused a face like that only by taking a picture with Ed’s wife. After a solid minute of scowling at the picture, Ed started typing back furiously.

The picture that Winry had sent was really just a picture of the two of them smiling, pressed close to one another. The background suggested they were at Gracia’s--the half of the wall painting she could see looked like the one above Gracia’s living room couch. Either Gracia or Elysia had probably taken the picture. Roy was holding Winry to his side, his shoulder behind hers a little, although Winry seemed no less enthusiastic to be with him. Their outer hands were curled together, forming a little heart between them. Winry’s grin was huge, showing off a tongue piercing that she and Roy had nearly had a spat over three years back. Roy’s smile was soft and warm--though he seemed happy to pose for the picture with her, he had likely had to be connived into it. 

It was a cute picture, one that made Riza smile if for no other reason than to see these two she thought of as family to get along so splendidly. She saved the photo and set it as her home screen just in time for Ed to send back, ‘Get away from my wife, you pervert.’

‘Oh Ed,’ Riza thought, but didn’t bother saying aloud. She waited to see what the two on the other end would say.

Their end was silent for five full minutes. Finally, when the chat pinged again, it was another picture. It was a selfie done by Winry, her arm extended forward. The selfie was staged in a bedroom, as the two of them seemed to be seated on a cushy bed, likely Gracia’s. Roy sat behind Winry, his legs drawn around her. His arms swam around her pregnant belly, and his chin was nestled on the crown of her head. He was making the same bedroom eyes he made at Riza when he was messing around. She could tell that he was joking around, and that Winry was as well, but would Ed see that? In a state of heightened agitation, probably not.

Winry was making a delighted face, but also was trying to pull off her best goofy-but-sexy face. She turned her face up to Roy only a little bit that it made her look like she was going to kiss him, her free arm curled up so she could stroke her fingertips on his jawline.

Those two were going to get themselves in huge trouble with Ed when they got home. Riza? She could let it slide this time. Really, Ed was kind of asking for it.

The picture was on their phones for nearly half a minute before Winry finally explained. Ed was silently fuming; Riza could practically see smoke spewing from his ears. She lifted her phone to snap a quick picture to send just to Roy, saying ‘Look at what you two are doing to him.’

Winry’s text was simple and only barely explained the picture. ‘oh yeah didnt you hear? We’re eloping sorry boo ;) xoxo’

Ooohhhhh no. Ed was definitely kicking Roy’s ass when they got home.

Within seconds, Ed answered, ‘I’m kicking your ass if you dont get away from her!!!!’

Riza feared that they’d send another picture, perhaps of them kissing, which she wouldn’t be too happy about. Thankfully they both had the common sense not to respond with that. The text that followed was from Roy: ‘how you feeling, Fullmetal?’

He was stirring the pot. Of course he was.

‘How am i FEELING?!?

Like youre gonna get an ass kicking is how im feeling!!!

And im not an alchemist anymore!!!’

‘With a temper like that, youll ALWAYS be Fullmetal, Fullmetal.’

Ed just about put a hand through the wall, and Riza just about choked trying to suppress a laugh. Ed shot her a look but he must not have seen her laugh, because he immediately turned back to his phone.

‘And you’ll always be a piece of shit, you piece of shit!’ popped up on Riza’s phone seconds later. Riza shook her head and looked down to her forgotten case file. Well. So much for getting closer to going home.

‘:OOOO’ Winry texted immediately after. Roy’s response was a simple, ‘creative, Fullmetal’, just as Winry continued with ‘I’M SO SORRY GENERAL OMFG EDWARD’.

‘Don’t be, I’m not.’

‘That’s no way to speak to your commanding officer.’ Riza informed, then set her phone aside. Ed shot her a look that was half-betrayal, half-surprise, then turned away from her when she looked at her file.

‘...

Yes ma’am’

The phones were silent for probably ten minutes, blessed silence, during which time Ed actually sat down and took a look at his files.

Her phone suddenly chirped with Roy’s newest addition. ‘You know, Ed...’ was all it said, although the indicator said he wasn’t quite done. Riza could feel in the pit of her stomach that whatever he would say, it would spur Ed’s furious rage on further. Not that Roy’s very existence didn’t seem to do so most days.

‘What.’ Ed replied, and Winry’s addition was a nervous little ‘...’.

‘You’re stuck working all week, while I get to care for a beautiful young woman all alone.’

‘General’ Winry cut in, likely in the hopes of quelling her sure-to-be-raging husband.

‘Just me...

And her...’

‘THATS IT IM COMING BACK HOME AND KICKING YOUR ASS MYSELF YOU FUCKIN CREEP’ Ed responded, jerking up out of his bed and toward his suitcase like he intended to pack up and head out.

“Ed!” Riza squawked, hopping out of her seat and to his side. She cut him off from his suitcase and shoved him back, just as Winry replied, ‘OMG Ed it’s fine he’s just joking!!!’

‘Your wife gave me permission to drop kick your ass to next year so be ready for that.’ Ed snarked, crossing his arms. He dropped onto the bed, face souring at his phone.

Riza squeezed the bridge of her nose tiredly and held her hand out to Ed, who stared at her with suspicious, narrowed eyes.

“...What?”

“Give me your phone.”

”What?! Why?!”

“Because you have work to do, now give me your phone, go sit down, and work. You know Roy’s only messing with you.”

Ed stared between her face and her hand, as if unable to believe that he, an adult, was about to be grounded from his own phone. But when Riza wiggled her fingers a little and did not back down, he realized that she was being completely serious. He scowled and slapped his phone into her hand, probably unnecessarily hard, and stormed to his case file. He dropped into the chair like a petulant teen and went about actually doing something useful.

Riza rolled her eyes and pocketed his phone.

‘I most certainly did not,’ she responded on her own phone, taking a seat beside her own case file. ‘But keep it up, Roy Mustang, and I may just change my mind on that.’

To which Roy simply responded, ‘heh... okay okay. ...Love you?’. And Riza, if only to make him sweat a little, did not respond.

[susantregre]

Sensory Processing Might Look Different Than You Expect

Sensory processing is a term becoming more and more familiar to parents.

However, there are still a number of misconceptions, and sensory processing might look different than you expect.

There are often sure fire ways to know your child has sensory issues. However, there are also some  behaviors that get overlooked. It took me eight years to really understand that this was an issue for my child, and I wish I had seen the signs earlier.

Sensory Processing Might Look Different Than You Expect

When looking at sensory processing, parents often assume that their child with sensory needs will become overwhelmed by and shy away from too much stimulus.

Loud noises will be challenging.

Crowds will lead to melt downs.

Tags and socks that aren’t straight will drive a child mad.

They often have problems with textures so picky eating can be a symptom.

A child with sensory needs may not want to touch slime, foam, or other such materials because the feel will agitate them. When working with or parenting kids who respond to sensory experiences in this manner, parents quickly and appropriately turn to exploring the idea of a sensory processing disorder.

However, the paragraph above doesn’t describe my own child at all, and yet we are still exploring sensory issues.

I had a friend recently describe the struggles with her son. She could have been describing my own child.

I asked, “Have you considered sensory processing?”

She said, “That doesn’t resonate at all.” She continued to explain that he doesn’t have any of the issues I’ve just described above. It took talking to her about how sensory needs look different in different kids for her to say, “Oh my. That might be exactly what we are dealing with.”

I explored some of the common misconceptions about sensory processing, but what I want people to understand is that each child has been created unique.

How sensory needs manifest in one child might look extremely different than another child.

While some people think it is all about the child naturally avoiding stimulus due to sensory overload, the opposite can be true. The need for sensory experiences can be great and yet the brain has a hard time regulating the sensory event. Therefore, a child craves and seeks out the experience, but it leads to a negative behavior outcome.

Some sensory experiences can be calming to a child and others might result in an explosion of emotions. This was hard to recognize in my child. The frustration and agitation would be bottled up and the meltdown would often come later than the sensory experience, making it difficult to tie the two together. 

Let me describe some of the things we experience just in case you say, “Oh my. That’s my child.”

My child can go from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds.

When things don’t go her way, there can be a melt down. I believed that she was just acting spoiled, not recognizing that this might be part of how she was made.

What her occupational therapist discovered in testing is that she has a highly developed visual cortex. What an amazing gift, right? But with all positive traits, there can be a struggle that comes alongside it. The sensory struggle that pairs with a strong visual cortex is that often times these individuals have a strong visual movie playing out in their mind.

Since they have everything planned out visually, when real life deviates from that plan, the brain has a hard time processing the change. The result can be extreme frustration as their brain is already locked on to what should be happening. The outcome experienced in the home is a melt down or fits of rage.

My child craved sensory experiences. She wanted nothing more than to be around a lot of people and seemed to seek out things that might overstimulate. She was that creative child who wanted to paint, but she didn’t want to just use paper and a brush. There was a desire to touch the paint and perhaps paint the walls rather than just the paper provided. She loved to get into nail polish, glitter, shaving cream or gak.

As a mom, I sought to give her a lot of sensory experiences. Frustration as a parent would set in when she would seek out these experiences on her own, getting into the craft closet and exploring what glitter and glue would look like on her dresser or bed sheets. Clothes would be drawn on, often scribbling on her clothes at an older age. The sensory need would consume her, but rather than having a calming effect, it would often escalate hyper or out of control behavior to levels that were unmanageable.

Other sensory experiences were extremely calming to her, as we discovered more in therapy. She had a high need for pressure on her body, which explains the tight and intense hugging that occurred and wasn’t always welcome by the recipients. The desire to wear jeans that were too tight could also be understood. It explains all of the rubber bands stacked on her arms and wrists. It even gives answers to why  waddling was the one way to calm her as a baby. Wrapping her body tightly in a blanket or letting her chill in her Lycra swing is now a strategy we use to calm when she becomes overloaded. 

Some of the more commonly thought of sensory issues apply to her too: a desire to chew everything, a need to move and have vestibular input, and the fact that she easily becomes agitated.

One reason it was hard to identify a need in my child is that she is extremely bright.

She performs high academically and has never had obvious behavioral issues in school. She is well liked by teachers and peers. What we didn’t realize is that she had developed coping strategies at school for the areas in which her body was screaming against her. When she felt overwhelmed, she would push her feet intensely into the ground. She would keep her hands in her desk to bend the corners of a notebook over and over again. Her water bottle would be chewed on throughout the day. The stress experienced by any over-stimulus would also build up throughout the school day, and she would let out all that tension at home. This made the after-school experience challenging for our family.

  Identifying sensory processing as a need is not an excuse for allowing negative behavior to continue, but it’s a recognition that I, as the parent, might need to seek out different tools and try different parenting strategies to teach each of my children in a unique way – just as they are each uniquely made.

In therapy, I am reminded that our goal is to give my child and myself the strategies to positively handle the challenges that may come. Further, the occupational therapy is aimed, not to pacify, but to actually create new pathways in the brain.

I am hoping our story might give you some of the tools, answers, and understanding about sensory processing.

It may have caught you off guard that sensory processing might look different than you expected. Light bulbs might be going off in your own brain about some of the behaviors you see in your child. I know that the description of my child is only one snapshot into a sensory kid, and that there are many other stories that deviate from my own and yet fall under the same category. The goal is to become educated and equipped while loving and parenting your child well.

I would encourage you to seek more information if this describes your child. You also might find these 35 sensory aids and ideas to help with SPD a great resource.

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