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thelonglist · 3 years ago

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BNHA & FMA Podfic recs!!

Here are 16 my hero academia and 5 full metal alchemist brotherhood podfics I enjoyed immensely. Make sure to leave the amazing authors and readers a kudo!

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FMA Podfics:

build your wings on the way down [PODFIC] - Written by ShanaStoryteller.

Read by Opalsong

8 hours 50 min 35 sec

Where the loss of ignorance is more valuable than the knowledge gained, and Edward figures out the source of alchemy a lot sooner than before.

"Edward has cockroaches under his skin and leeches in his veins. He's vibrating and bursting and his body is too small, too big, doesn't fit quite right. He needs Al to know - needs to tell someone, anyone, but he will cut out his own tongue before he burdens anyone else with this knowledge."

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The Golden Automaton [Podfic] - Written by teaspoonnebula

read by teaspoonnebula

about 40 min so far

Rumours about the work of a reclusive alchemist bring the Elric Brothers to a remote castle. Soon they're faced with disturbing questions which threaten to damage their relationship forever.

What happened to the previous Count of Creuzberg? Who is the mysterious silver girl who lurks in the catacombs? And is the soul bound to a suit of armour actually Alphonse Elric or… something else?

(My take on an 'Alphonse identity crisis' story, in a spooky gothic horror mystery setting! Now a podfic, with SOUNDSCAPES and MUSIC!)

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The Butterfly Dream [THE PODFIC!] - Written by teaspoonnebula

read by teaspoonnebula

about 3 hours and 40 min

Everyone knows that Edward Elric died. He died a long time ago. In Xing, he's a footnote in the career of his surviving brother, Alphonse Elric, the Great Alchemist of the West. When someone decides that the Fullmetal Alchemist needs to return to the land of the living, it's up to Alphonse to deal with the soulless facsimile of his brother which is created.

Technically set post 2003 anime, but with a lot of love for and some borrowed characters/concepts from Brotherhood/the manga.

Now a PODFIC with SOUNDSCAPES and MUSIC!

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One shots:

Cause for Concern [PODFIC] -Written by SomethingIncorporeal

Read by Opalsong

20:13 min

Havoc's first encounter with the little Elrics. Havoc had been looking forward to meeting the Elric brothers, but he’d been looking forward to it while thinking he’d have the whole office as a buffer. He hadn’t thought he’d have them all to himself in a car for half an hour in traffic. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Overjoyed was not the word.

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[podfic] Care to Dance? - written by wishingforawand

read by klainelynch

34:49 min

Two dances a decade apart and two people destined to be in each other's lives forever. Roy Mustang taught Riza Hawkeye to dance.

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BNHA Podfics:

[podfic] the cute guy next door (might be a villain) - written by Alesyira

read by Alesyira

will be about 8 to 10 hours when completed

Quirkless, young adult Midoriya Izuku has a problem. Namely, he has a crush on his purple haired, tired-looking neighbor. They keep running into each other and the guy is actually pretty nice under that deadpan facade, has a sense of humor, doesn't seem to judge anyone for their quirk status, and is constantly spoiling any cat in the building that finds him. (He's also a shameless flirt.)

But Izuku has concerns. About the strange bruises and bloodied knuckles. About the weapons he's seen when stopping by for a cup of sugar. About the shady-looking figures he's accidentally spotted his neighbor meeting with. About the fact that right after the news reported a big crime bust, his neighbor came home beat all to hell and looking haunted.

Izuku has a problem. Namely, he has a crush on his neighbor, who he's pretty sure is secretly a villain. And he has no idea what to do with that.

(or: Adult!ShinZuku AU where Shinsou is an underground, undercover pro hero trying to find a lead on a case that may or may not involve the socially awkward guy living next door. Misunderstandings abound.)

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What is this feeling? [Podfic] - Written by huliganships

read by huliganreads

18:24 min

Katsuki decides that Izuku can't play with him anymore. He doesn't have a quirk after all!

But why does he suddenly feel so bad?!

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A Blast from the Past [Podfic] - Written by huliganships

read by huliganreads

20:48 min

Bakugou Katsuki is a world-famous chef... and he only has one regret.

Sadly, his mother knows him too well.

(It's really not sad, but he'll die before he admits that to her face.)

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[Podfic] The Art of Saying You're Sorry - Written by low_commotion

read by sisi_rambles

48:18 min

In which Bakugou Katsuki is not an apologetic person, but he thinks he should probably try for the sake of, like, teamwork and peer-pressure. Midoriya kind of wishes he'd figure out how to do it properly, or at least be less weird about it.

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[PODFIC] How To Decipher A Midoriya's Mumbles (by whatagoodegg) - Written by whatagoodegg

read by BbGg

48.06 min

step one: have a hearing quirk step two: try to resist the urge to tell everyone about the wild shit he says step three: profit?

aka: midoriya is in the habit of talking shit under his breath. its cathartic. he didnt think it was necessary to break the habit. too bad he forgot about the girl in their class with a hearing quirk.

aaka: five times jiro kept quiet about what she heard, and one time she didn't.

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[Podfic] U.A. Unsolved - written by handcrusher (ameliafromafairytale)

read by Byuu_chan

24:20 min

"Hey there, ghosts," Midoriya says, "it's me, ya boy." The dorms are haunted. Shenanigans ensue.

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Get a New One to Replace the Old [Podfic] - written by MJBooklover

read by n3gativ3gnat

10:19

It was a damn shame that Mirio didn't have a quirk anymore. Izuku, however, realizes that he could fix this.

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The Way To A Man's Heart Is through His Stomach [Podfic] - Written by huliganships

read by huliganreads

12:05 min

"I swear to fucking god, I could marry whoever makes these." Katsuki moaned after biting into the sweet and spicy pastry.

Be careful what you wish for Katsuki.

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Paradise [Podfic] - written by Encyclopika

Read by MyPodficAcademia

52:27 min so far

In the crystal clear waters of the South Pacific lies a spit of sand, rock, and palm trees nestled between a rainbow of coral reefs. Some may call this paradise, but Ochako calls it a life-saver. Ever since she was separated from her pod and marooned here during a deadly cyclone, she has made the most of it – alone. The surrounding corals are teaming with tasty food items and the sheltered lagoon has become her home base. When another storm hits, Ochako is better prepared, but she can't say the same for everyone. The following morning, Ochako finds debris washed up on her shores...as well as a human! Ochako knows to keep her distance – humans have been unkind to merfolk throughout history, or so she had been told by the elders in her pod. But this one seems...harmless? He's definitely alone and definitely unsure of himself as he wanders the tide like a new born babe, confused and in need of some guidance. Ochako decides she will be that guidance from a distance. After all, if she keeps herself hidden in the waves, then nothing can go wrong...right?

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Missing [Podfic] - written by Encyclopika

Read by MyPodficAcademia

32:12 min so far

Two years after graduation, Ochako is tasked with taking on the next big case at the Ryukyu offices - finding and capturing a mysterious villain adept at fast mass murder and then disappearing like a ghost. Ochako expects this to be daunting, not just because she is charged with mentoring the new intern through this, but because she must also work closely with an estranged friend she finds she still has feelings for.

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[Podfic] Catching Bees - written by MonocerosRex

Read by sisi_rambles

17:42 min

“You scored very highly—” “As fuckin’ usual.” “—but your interpersonal skills are still unbelievably low. If you are going to be a pro hero you need to be capable of working on a team—sometimes even one composed of people you don’t like.” Aizawa seemed to have roused himself from the edge of sleep long enough to impart this wisdom to Blasty. “Whatever. Just tell me what I’m doing.” Bakugou didn’t seem very moved. Mina thought one might need a backhoe to achieve such a thing. Aizawa zipped himself up in his sleeping bag. “Go around the classroom and give everyone an honest compliment.”

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Twelve f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ Hours [Podfic] - written AmyNChan.

Read by MyPodficAcademia

59:19 min

When Bakugo and Uraraka get hit with a personality swapping Quirk, it's one big headache for poor Izuku.

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[PODFIC] Things that Haunt Our Hallways - written by ghostwriterofthemachine.

read by EzrayPods (Ezray)

83:17 min

“It was a kid,” Yagi gasped out. He had his hand balled up into a fist and the fist pressed to his lips, as if to remind himself that he could not start screaming. “Or. Young person, maybe 20. Homeless, I think. Activated their Quirk on reflex and then ran. The kids—” Here, he pressed his fist harder to his mouth, sucked in a wheezing breath, as if the air itself was pushing down something with physical weight. “The kids—”

“Scattered immediately,” Aizawa finished for him, and Yagi managed a nod.

Yagi’s eyes were so dilated that the blue was almost invisible. He shook violently. He looked like a scarecrow in a windstorm.

Someone activated a Fear-Inducer Quirk so powerful that it reduced All Might to this— of course Aizawa’s class had bolted.

Or:

A Fear Gas fic, BNHA style.

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[podfic] Could I but teach the hundredth part - written by Terra_incognita

read by Annapods

37:14 min

Ito Matsu knows three things about her neighbor, Mr. Yagi: he's very skinny, he's very kind, and he has enough children to overthrow the Japanese government.

Or: All Might is retired, but his former students keep coming up with reasons to visit.

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[Podfic] Colorblindness, Not A Concussion (you Dipshits) written by FallingNarwhals

read by i_cant_read_ive_just_memorized_words

14:04 min

“I’m not colorblind! You guys are just mean.”

“Deku, you’ve been colorblind since we were kids. I mean, you wear red shoes with your shitty green costume. How can you not be colorblind?” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “In kindergarten you were always mixing up your colors. Do you even know what color your shoes are?”

Midoriya blinked. “They’e green.”

“No they’re not, asshole!”

“DO NOT CUSS AROUND ERI!” Everyone yelled at the same time.

:Or where Midoriya is colorblind but doesn't think he is.... and Eri is cute.

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Saw This. Thought of You [Podfic] written by Izupie

read by MyPodficAcademia

38:59 min

Izuku Midoriya is the up-and-coming, talented and hard working pro-hero Deku.

Unfortunately for him, Izuku Midoriya is also a nineteen year old boy.

An unexpected birthday present from his old high school crush reminds him of this. Hard.

#fullmetal alchemist #my hero academia #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #podfic #fanfic #fanfiction rec list

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sylvanvixen · 4 years ago

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@dungeonqueering

It’s here and it’s amazing! I cannot overstate how hyped I am for this project! Exalted is a fantastic and beautiful setting and the design for Exalted Essence has been fabulous.

It’s an amazing mythic fantasy world drawing from myths, legends and pop culture from all across the world, actively choosing to focus on world building that diverges heavily from medieval western fantasy. Various stated locations include cultures inspired by mixes of various places and time periods including China, India, Venice, Athens, Baghdad and a heck of a lot more.

The system that we’ve seen so far is an amazing game that runs fast and straightforwardly, rewards cool descriptors, makes convictions and bonds between characters mechanically relevant and gives every character cool magical abilities that enhance their stats and an awesome battle aura that buffs their skills, it’s also not restrictive in it’s powers for the most part, a fighty type character can totally invest in the knowledge skill and all the cool powers associated with it. There’s full social mechanics engaging in romance or rivalry (or both!) and for downtime projects like running a kingdom, navigating a wilderness, crafting and magical rituals.

The design team for this game is awesome, they’ve been incredibly cool and open while talking with fans, they’ve put in deliberate effort to avoid cultural stereotypes in their work, the art for the game includes diverse, multicultural characters, a number of women doing awesome things and several disabled characters. The design team is also majority queer, several of them even run a podcast about queer women speaking about rpgs called Bonus Experience!

The character options for this game are really rad!

Characters play as mortal heroes who've been empowered by one of the major gods or other cosmic beings of the setting who are given the power to perform magical and mythical feats in a diverse fantasy setting. It's got 10 Exalted (basically classes) each with subtypes called Aspects or Castes (basically subclasses).

Solars: Heroes with conviction to change the world powered by the Sun god they're mythic heroes and kings of light and excellence, basically most of the Avengers, Hercules, Adora, classic 'protagonist' dudes.

Lunars: Heroes who stand outside society empowered by the Moon God/ess, they’re shapeshifting warriors, tricksters and witches, think Maui, Loki and Double Trouble, the more wild card characters, explicitly trans validating with a gender fluid patron.

Dragon Blooded: Heroes born of blessed family lines empowered by the elemental dragons, passionate and numerous, basically elemental samurai, think the Avatar, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and most of the She-ra Princesses.

Sidereals: Heroes chosen by Fate, secret agents of heaven trying to create a better future with powers to forsee fate and obscure memory, like spy-thrillers with weird esoteric ninja powers, imagine if sailor moon was a spy/ninja show.

Getimians: Heroes who never were, heaven in Exalted is a bureaucracy and sometimes prophesied heroes end up edited out of destiny, returned by a rogue sidereal these heroes awoke in a world in which they were never born and their great deeds undone, now with funky quantum powers, like It's a Wonderful Life as an anime protagonist.

Alchemicals: Heroes born of metal, found in ancient tombs of the machine-titan, these heroic souls were reborn in bodies of magical metal and made to serve a community, able to incorporate magic item powers into their bodies, basically the Iron Giant meet every awesome sentient robot hero but in a fantasy setting

Liminals: Heroes born from death, resurrection doesn't work in Exalted but when someone tries you get a FMA situation where some new being is born in the body blessed by the OG death goddess with awesome ghost hunting powers and creepy body horror, think Frankenstein or FMA hommunculi, but with psychic powers and the ability to hunt ghosts in order to help protect the veil between life and death.

Abyssals: Heroes brought back from death, empowered by the ghost kings of the underworld these deathknights are empowered to become the lords of the underworld with spooky dark powers, very castlevania, vampire hunter D, and basically any gothic heavy metal album cover, not necessarily villains but it's an option.

Infernals: Heroes beaten down by the world order and empowered by the trapped titans to rebel against the world that hurt them, Punk rock kings of hell with their own final boss demon form and awesome alien powers, totally able to play a lot of villains, totally don't have to be evil, you could easily do Dante from DMC or Bayonetta.

Exigents: The exalted of any number of smaller gods and basically the homebrew Exalt, the example one is the champion of a Field God who gave up his power to empower the Strawmaiden who began cutting down an army of evil fairies like wheat. Has provided rules and guidelines for making your own exalted and their cool own powers, so you could be the champion of a god of rainbows, mice or libraries.

Exalted doesn't have proper 'race' options like D&D, if it's going to say something isn't human than it means it (Elves are called Raksha and they're vampiric chaos spirits given shape by dreams to look beautiful and terrifying for example) but you can totally play a 'mortal' with weird fantastic features; some people are beastmen so you could play a snakeperson or a catboy, some people carry the descent of spirits so you could play a character with the style of a tiefling, aasimar, genasi or weird fey character and some people just hung around faerie realms or sorcerers and were given strange mutations or powers

This game is just so damn cool. Check out the project, you can back it for 5$ and you’ll get access to the full rules text of the game, released in chunks throughout the kickstarter (Basically the full book, just without the editing, formatting and all the art) and if you like it you can bump up the pledge at any point afterwards, including after the project is over. It’s already funded several times over!

#exalted rpg #Exalted game #Exalted Essence #Long post

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jabbage · 3 years ago

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I think it's very obvious that I only vaguely got back into tumblr in the past couple of months, and for a VERY SPECIFIC FANDOM PURPOSE haha.

I posted 50 times in 2021

34 posts created (68%)

16 posts reblogged (32%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.5 posts.

I added 60 tags in 2021

#fullmetal alchemist - 11 posts

#webtoon - 8 posts

#webcomic - 7 posts

#fma fanfiction - 6 posts

#fma - 5 posts

#edward elric - 5 posts

#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood - 5 posts

#comics - 5 posts

#webtoon canvas - 4 posts

#tapas webcomic - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 48 characters

#except jigan and captain haddock would get along

My Top Posts in 2021

Part 2 of my Fullmetal Alchemist podfic is out today! Alphonse Elric must navigate a relationship with a homunculus who may, or may not be his brother.

Listen to it here!

Not into podfics? That’s ok, you can read it here!

11 notes • Posted 2021-10-27 21:54:44 GMT

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Human kind cannot gain anything, except by- NARF! The opening monologue from Fullmetal Alchemist, except it's Pinky and the Brain.

Pinky's voice created in Uberduck, everything else done in After Effects. Rendering this video literally killed my laptop - it was its last act and I guess it died doing what it loved, assisting me in making silly things.

16 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 11:23:51 GMT

I just realised that now I've made a tentative return to tumblr, I actually have a place to post half the stupid fandom-y things I make!

When I watched the English dubbed Fullmetal Alchemist live action movie I made a compilation of clips that made me laugh... until I got bored. But rediscovering it again many months later, I still find sleepy Ed, drunk Winry and Cool Kid Al very funny.

27 notes • Posted 2021-10-16 18:46:53 GMT

I decided my incredibly indulgent Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction needed a cover illustration. BEHOLD!

Everyone knows that Edward Elric died. He died a long time ago. In Xing, he's a footnote in the career of his surviving brother, Alphonse Elric, the Great Alchemist of the West.

When someone decides that the Fullmetal Alchemist needs to return to the land of the living, it's up to Alphonse to deal with the soulless facsimile of his brother which is created.

Technically set post 2003 anime, but with a lot of love for and some borrowed characters/concepts from Brotherhood/the manga. Contains: Spooky homunculus Ed! Plenty of EdWin and AlMei moments! Philosophy! An airship! Xing! An unusual fix-it for the 2003 anime!

Previous readers have had reactions such as:

and :

You can read it here!

56 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 23:45:09 GMT

Theory: Lupin III is the anti-Tintin. Bizarro Tintin. Watintin, if you like.

Imagine a metaphorical comic book protagonist coin. Tintin is on one side, Lupin III is on the other.

Tintin: Stops the trade in illegal antiquities

Lupin III: IS the trade in illegal antiquities

Tintin: Squeaky clean boy scout, his body is a temple.

Lupin III: Smokes! Drinks!

Tintin: has possibly never met a girl.

Lupin III: has definitely met girls.

Tintin: Hangs around with a morose guy with a beard

Lupin III: Hangs around with a morose guy with a b... wait.

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nepenthendline · 4 years ago

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howdy :) here is some random stuff for you from someone who has admired you and your brilliant work from afar for a good little awhile lol.

sea glass is really cool and fun to search for if you’re patient. if you have a beach near by such as a lake or something of the sort, I highly recommend walking along the shore and looking for some. in the wet rock area right at the edge of the water is where I find the best because it makes it easiest to see the glass

bananas are kinda yucky on their own to me but very very good in bread, muffins, smoothies n all that. I feel like maybe it’s got something to do with the texture

I have central heterochromia, what a cool dude, amiright? B)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood will always be one of my favourite anime’s. Alphonse is just uGh 🥰

frogs do b pretty cool. I used to go camping when I was young and go into this lil ravine and catch frogs along the creek by hand. it was a lot of fun, but unfortunately, my young child self accidentally killed a good few by trying to keep them and I now feel very guilty about it :’) I’d totally get one as a pet though, and actually make it a nice home and NOT have another murder victim 💀

butterflies do b pretty cool as well. when I was EVEN younger, I had these A days and B days in kindergarten. I guess I always had Tuesday’s off, and every week I would go to my grandmas to bake cookies and hang out with her. during the spring, I always used to catch butterflies, mostly those common white and yellow ones like in animal crossing yknow. once again though, I was quite a murderous child I suppose :’)

the best kind of poptarts are chocolate fudge sundae and nothing will ever change my mind

I wanna go thrifting so bad sometimes but I always get too nervous and don’t have anyone to come with me 💀 craps scary man, people b spooky

my birthday is April 30th. baby me really wanted that diamond birthstone so I fought my way out early 💪🏽

How to Train Your Dragon will forever be one of my favourite movies. I was obsessed with that movie when I was little man 😭

I’m an absolute simp over all but real people. my standards are too high for em :’) I swear they really ain’t that bad though, only things that I feel like everyone should honestly already be and that’s what sucks the most about it

that would be all for now, though. I just wanted to say that I truly do love your writing though, it often brightens up my day 🥰 I hope that you are well and aren’t too stressed and that you’re taking decent care of yourself. please remember to eat some food, drink lots of water, and take breaks if you’re doing something that takes lots of brain power. make sure to get some rest as well. I hope you have a wonderful day or evening, and that this next week is amazing too. please, really do make sure you’re taking good care of yourself because I’m sure that I, along with many others, want you to be staying happy, healthy, and safe. thank you if you’ve read through this entiiiire thing though. until next time :)

lots of love <3

Firstly thank you so so much 🥺🥺 you're so sweet and I really appreciate it! 😭😭 Tytyty Please take care of yourself too💕💕

Also Sea glass sounds so cool! I'm gonna need to search that, and see Bananas are the opposite for me, I don't really like them either way but bananas in stuff is disgusting 🤢 banana flavoured stuff makes me gag, my dumb ass watched the original FMA and it wasn't great lol but it's put me off watching brotherhood! Oddly enough I'm fine with butterflies but moths scare the shit out of me, I like to call them butterflies from hell lol

I hope you have a great day, thank you for sending this all to me!

💕💕💕

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dungeonmalcontent · 5 years ago

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My Actual Brews

So I’ve realized that there isn’t a centralized list of my brews and where you can find them on or off of my blog. It’s weird though, because a lot of them aren’t actually “published” and some of them are only on Homebrewery while others are published through DMsGuild. So I thought, why not just throw some links down on a post that I can reblog and update.

So here, enjoy.

Classes and Subclasses: The Emissary, a portal based utility caster; The Sacrifant, a blood mage class; The Bloodmutt, a mutant class like Frankenstein’s monster; The Arcane Bodybuilder, a muscle mage akin to FMA’s Major Armstrong; Manabound, a class burdened by magic; Homemaker patron Warlock, for if you want to be Maartha Stew Wart’s intern; Oath of Order Paladin, for if you want to keep the balance between gods and men; Oath of Fatherhood Paladin, you call your deity daddy... and your party calls you daddy; Flip Wizardry Arcane Tradition, a wizard subclass for wizards that wear Nike; Path of Infernal Hate, a barbarian subclass for hellfire and demons; Fists of Rage, an unarmed barbarian variant

Races: The Soul Minth, the shapeshifting pawns of liches and gods; Floridian Human, modeled after the Florida Man monster archetype

Spells: The Spooky Scary Spell Book, a collection of Halloween and autumn spells themed after old stories and traditions; Absolve, “I wish I’d never been born” (but with less consequences); Moon Flash, like a risky weaker Moonbeam; STAL, Surface to air launch directly into your own pocket dimension; Abstraction, like wish but with more cuil theory

Noteworthy Items: Grave Ripper, the proof of concept for my Ancient Artifice system; The Hot Tub of Truth, does not travel through time but will make you uncomfortable in multiple ways; Lifeblood Chain, a sort of collab for undead state changing armor; Push Dagger, a monk weapon to improve unnarmed attacks

Monsters: Florida Man, you know who it is; Opaline Grub, an over-complicated mess of a giant bug monster; The Dust, a vengeful being of balance; Ember Mischief, a flammable Maine Coon with familiar potential; Moonsea Catfish, “Yes, I am real man who likes to breath and do human things”; Jade Dragons, a rethinking of gem dragons pt.1

Misc.: Ancient Artifice, a guide to making magic items in-game and out of game; Tavern Bread, literally just a quick and easy homestyle bread recipe(because, why not bake for your players); Plague Pestilence Parasite, a companion text for adding disease to your games on a large scale (includes 6 sub-classes, 16 diseases, and tons of optional lore); Shock Absorber; a feat for catching lightning; Flip Wizard, short stories about a wizard named Flip Finnigan (WIP); An Outcast’s Notes on the Plane of Pensos, a unique compact setting book with other player option content.

Let me know if there’s something I’ve posted that you think should be included in this (which, I guess, makes this more of a highlights reel), or if there are things you want to see more of. I’ve been trying to figure out how to sort of... coalesce my random ideas into more collective works.

And I am actively promoting my Ko-Fi now. You can find that here, and we’ll see how it goes. It’s honestly a better way to support me than DMsGuild.

#d&d #5e #dungeons and dragons #homebrew #class #item #race #monster #list of all my (good) brews #module #DMsGuild #homebrewery #5e spells #subclasses

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maddiicake · 4 years ago

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ATTENTION ALL FMA OC CREATORS

Whether you're part of the BroHood army or the OG-03-ers... I formally invite you to partake in my Halloween Party

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This is the very first time I'm hosting one of these, but I want to contribute and involve as many as I can with this special "party"~ ! And, of course, I myself will be joining in the festivities. Because, well, why not join in on the fun? It's no fun to force yourself to watch from the sidelines while everyone else is at your own party. And, of course... I have to do what I can to attempt to redeem myself in the fandom. So, why not host something fun for everyone to enjoy and participate in~? ^u^ So, that being said... here's the simple details:

The party will be from October 25th - October 31st

This means that you will submit your Halloween-related art with your OCs during that time period to be able to join in on the Party ^u^

Also! Canon x OC is allowed as well So, if your OC is paired up with a Canon character, feel free to have them dress up (whether it be in individual costumes for each character, or maybe they'll have matching couple costumes ^u^ ). However you wanna celebrate the Spooky Season with your OC (or OCs!).

If you're stuck on some prompts... here's some that may help you get an idea of what to make:

Ghost Stories

Costumes

Trick-or-Treat-ing

Day of the Dead

Haunted House

Halloween Party

And, if you want to challenge yourself, you're more than welcome to use those prompts as a sort of FMA OCtober Week Challenge for each of those days! That idea isn't mandatory, of course. You can try it out if you'd like, use one of those prompts as an idea of what to make. Or! Come up with something for yourself. IF ANYONE HAS ANY OTHER QUESTIONS... FEEL FREE TO DIRECT MESSAGE ME HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE~ And I hope to see you all at this spook-tacular "FMA OC Halloween Party~!"

#fma oc #fma ocs #fmab oc #fma 03 oc #fma 2003 oc #Lillian Elric #Sato Mustang #Penelope Fuery #Marcus Tringham #Shang Lin #Elena Mustang #Jing Hu #The Mustang Conspiracy #madii art

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chronicghosts · 4 years ago

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Get to know me!

tagged by: @emberstreak

tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?

three pairings: scarmiles (fma), olivieriza (fma), spirk (star trek)

last song listened: tick tock by joji

last movie: from up on poppy hill

currently watching: nothing

currently consuming: just ate strawberry icecream!

currently reading: nothing

currently craving: coffee

named after someone?: yes, my great grandmother

last time you cried?: yesterday

do you have any kids?: no

do you use sarcasm a lot?: too much

eye color?: green (unfortunately)

favorite book genre?: fantasy!

any special talent?: i am Too Flexible in a Disturbing Way

what country where you born in?: the US

what are your hobbies?: sewing, drawing/painting, writing

do you have any pets?: a black lab!

what sports do you play/have played: soccer, some football

how tall are you?: 4′11

favorite subject at school?: biology!

dream job?: we do be otw to it, forensic assistant/forensic biologist

tagging: @gansbeee @wrongnote @winrystan

#ask me things!

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mew-cake · 4 years ago

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Idk why but Evangelia gives me Christmas vibes. Like, you know how when halloween comes around people are like “time to rewatch Soul Eater” cuz it’s very clearly a spooky sorta anime? I get that vibe with nge. Except while Soul Eater DOES in fact, have a lot of halloween aesthetics, nge has absolutely NOTHING to do with Christmas or visuals aside from vaguely theological.

So, idk what’s in my brain telling me nge is a Christmas anime, but it’s there.

Also FMA, for some reason.

#the cake is a lie

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ganymedesclock · 5 years ago

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"Hollow is literally Alphonse Elric but a bug" OMFG YES THEY ARE please tell me more xD

Okay, points of parallel I see between Hollow and Al, this alternates between funny and sad, here we go.

Al is viewed in a lot of contexts in contrast to Ed, which, like. Ed is a combination of calculating and belligerent that leads to him doing things like... let’s just say “Youswell” and leave it at that.* Comparatively, Al has a tendency to stand out as a politely-mannered individual who dislikes inconveniencing others.

Conversely though Al does not lack attitude, drive, or ambition. He may be nervous and eager-to-please in friendlier situations but he is also very tough, push come to shove- consider the scene where he superficially politely rebuts following someone he doesn’t trust with “I was told not to follow strangers”, and when told to make his own choices, easily drops the person in front of him and brightly remarks “I decided not to follow strangers.”

This, I think, is intensely relevant to Hollow- they were raised in a palace, as a knight, and there’s basically no way they did not extremely heavily internalize a sense of responsibility and obligation and decorum (you don’t spend your entire life growing up in a spooky eldritch Pure White Castle and do not become slightly terrified of making a mess or too much noise) especially since they were rather clearly taking at least some of their cues from noted perfectionist Pale King.

This would get even worse post-Black Egg in contexts where they survive (e.g. Embrace the Void) because being disabled, injured, and otherwise a mess both physically and emotionally, they are going to be launched into dependency on others which is a major emotional blow to someone who felt like their only life purpose was to be Hallownest’s Protector at whatever possible cost. That Ghost came back to Hallownest to try and save them, and that Hornet also positioned herself as a kind of guardian as Hollow weakened could very well weigh heavily on their mind, which could make them more uncertain, vulnerable, and afraid of being burdensome to an unhealthy degree.

At the same time they were basically raised to kill god. Very few people are remotely as scary as god. Especially people getting used to the idea that Hollow might present a naive impression (not that they lack intuition or cunning, but that they might be afraid to just assume about situations where ambiguity is present and dear gods they might get it wrong) and is hesitant or nervously orderly despite being a towering imposing figure- would be in for a nasty surprise when, push comes to shove, Hollow actually will push back, and especially as they recover would be capable of pushing back with, well...

On that note it’s worth noting that I tend to view Ghost as the “Edward equivalent” in this sense (though they split it a bit with Hornet) which is partially because, for my own amusement I like to imagine that Ghost is actually the older of the two of them (though they are infinitely more at peace being short than Ed is). Ghost is rather keenly self-motivated and, at times, actively defiant / inclined to messing with people. While Hollow may have been raised as a knight, Ghost, by necessity, would have to adopt a more mercenary mindset surviving on the wastes. Make a mess if you need to, clean up if you need to, but, eye on the prize, focus on what you want and how you’re getting it and who you’re okay working for and who you aren’t.

The other thing about Al is he’s dealing with a lot regarding the loss of his body, having to immediately haul his brother’s bleeding, barely conscious self to a nearby house, and the series dwells quite a bit on his sensory deprivation and struggles engaging with others in contexts like... a meal, where he is shown sometimes to fake eating food that he can’t actually taste or digest purely to not alarm others.

I feel like this would be something Hollow would deal with, a lot. Both in how much the experience of the Black Egg temple would mess them up, possible aftermaths of chronic pain and fatigue, but, also, as a vessel, they have not really built their own identity that is useful for interfacing socially with other people as Ghost has.

While Ghost matures throughout the game towards mastery of void magic, to the point of ‘darkening’ their originally white spells, I think it is interesting that Hollow’s grasp of void magic comes as an afterthought to their comparative mastery of light magic. When vessels are implied to be a combination of light and darkness, Ghost and Hollow have tipped, power-wise, in opposite directions. So a lot of the themes that I tend to see as associated with light, I think are significant to Hollow. They have a far more uncertain relationship with the idea of emptiness.

*for the uninitiated in FMA, Ed broke a law and made counterfeit gold to scam a government official out of ownership of a coal mine and then turned immediately around and handed it over to local miners. This included telling Al to look the other way because he was about to do something illegal.

#Hollow Knight #Fullmetal Alchemist #Hollow #Alphonse Elric #readmore #baraayas

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yourdesertsunflower · 4 years ago

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Hello dear sunflower. 😘 I have some numbers for you for the writing asks: 28) 39) 40) 45) 49) 😁

Hi Spooky!!! Thanks for the ask, I'll do the best to answer them.

28. What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

I don't know if I didn't know it - cause I was definitely aware of this - that comparing yourself with others is a terrible way to start. And here I don't talk about numbers cause, definitely though there I really don't mind them that much but the quality of fics. As most people here that aren't native English speakers I was always concerned about my language, also I would always my quality as a writer, my lack of creativity and if someone would even like to read what I got to offer. At the end, it was a question of looking always positively: the people that comment throughout the work, the aspiration to surpass myself everyday and getting to enjoy some great works by some equally incredible authors. But, yes, for someone as ambitious and perfectionistic as I am it was difficult to come into terms with this.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

I tend to prefer third person because, I feel, that it gives the reader the possibility to engage with all the characters without the filter of a POV in the mix while also including various opinion and thoughts. However, the first thing I do for every work of fiction, fanfiction or not is write a small paragraph of a key event of a character's backstory that build them as individuals from their POV. In Shinigami, Temari's resulted on the first chapter. I tend to do this for every main or important side character in my story in order to have a clear idea of their view of the world at the beginning of the story. Obviously my preference from one over the other when writing will most likely change depending on the genre that I am writing but - for what I am doing - a third pov feels like my safe place.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

I write since I was ten, so people that know me from that time know I love both reading and writing. The thing is that I started writing "Original Fiction" (term that I hate, by the way) so those that don't ask really don't know that I write fanfiction. My friends know and always ask me how it's going on and even help me with some ideas. So people in general know I write. However, despite this I don't like people, expect those that are really close to me, to read what I write. Yeah, I know, highly illogical but that's mainly why most of my fanfiction will remain unpublished. I think I pour way to much of my heart to every single one of them that it feels like people are reading like my dairy, cause to be honest it indirectly is. I never wrote a diary but I daily write fiction, and it tells a lot who I am as a person; even if the characters, the world and situations are completely fictional.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Writing is, as I kind of said through the previous question, a really great source of self expression. I wanna write about people and make their stories matter no matter how small they are. I want to show real feeling characters and how they surpass challenges to protect what they think it's true, or to search for what they think the want and see what they learn through the people. I love for people to connect with the world and the characters. In that sense, the comments and the suggestions are always a source that challenge me and make me want to keep going. Cause, if through my writing i am making a story matter to someone then I am probably making something right.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

To be 100% honest, I don't remember. It haven't been that long ago that I read my first fanfiction ever. Like 2 years ago? I enter into this world way older than most. But if I have to guess it had to be either within the Harry Potter, FMA , ATLA or Naruto Fandom. It most likely was, in my fashion, a romance fic of one of my OTPs from each of this shows or series.

Thanks for the ask! Have a really wonderful day😘

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writing-royza · 6 years ago

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Tainted Blood, Tainted Soul - Chapter One: Return from the Brink

A/N: Happy… day after Halloween. While y’all are tucking away the spooky decorations and pulling out the holly jolly ones, I’ll be over here posting a new multi-chapter fic on Sunday nights (shhhhhh this one is early, just for you guys) and making things all dark and spooky again!

Just as a heads up, this story is gonna get a little dark and gory by times, there will be adult themes, and occasional language. I’ll warn you in the start of each chapter if these things show up. Other than that… I hope you enjoy.

I do not own FMA.

Chapter One - Return from the Brink

CENTRAL MILITARY HOSPITAL 1319 HOURS, APRIL 7

Afternoon sun streamed through the windows, warming the tiled floor under her feet as she slid cautiously from the bed. The room’s other occupant was in the midst of a post-lunch nap, meaning that if she ever had a chance to break the rules, it was now, while he wasn’t awake to scold her.

Movement on her part was still careful. Riza knew full well that she was supposed to press the bedside buzzer for a nurse’s assistance if she had to get up for any reason, but her own stubbornness and distaste for having to rely completely on others prevented her from doing so.

A solo trip to the room’s tiny bathroom took about five minutes all told with the need for cautious motion, but she forced herself to do it. One hand braced on the counter, she pulled the door open to go back to bed… and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found him standing there. She was careful to recover herself before she spoke; the man might be blind, but he had developed an uncanny way of still knowing exactly what she was feeling. “…Can I help you, sir?”

“Sure,” he answered casually. Too casually. He stood blocking her path, his arms folded over his chest, and the faded grey eyes still somehow managing to stare straight into hers. “You can stop raising my blood pressure by making me worry about yours dropping too low.”

Riza suppressed a sigh. Their third such discussion since arriving here two days ago. “I told you,” she said, forcing the annoyance to stay out of her voice. “I’m fine. I’ve been going to the bathroom on my own since I was very small and there’s no reason why I can’t —”

“No reason,” he repeated flatly, cutting her off. “Like losing an unhealthy amount of blood isn’t a reason.” He took a step closer, one hand reaching forward to feel for and grasp her shoulder. Not strongly, just enough to help him make his point. “Take a look in that mirror, Hawkeye, and tell me what you see.”

The years of following orders caused her to start turning her head, before she stopped with a grimace at the twinge in the left side. Gently disengaging herself from him, she turned bodily toward the reflective glass. “Same as ever,” she reported, knowing it was a lie. “Blonde hair, brown eyes. Ears, nose, mouth… everything present and accounted for.”

“Nice try. I can’t even see and I know you’re lying through your teeth.” His hands rested again on her shoulders, he stepped into the small space behind her. His fingers took up a lock of hair, sliding down the smooth strands, until…. Riza involuntarily bit her lip as his hand stopped, fingers rubbing gently over a spot where dried blood had matted together. It crumbled away under his touch, but not before she caught the dark look that crossed his face.

“Thought we got all that when I helped you wash your hair yesterday,” he murmured.

“Must have missed some,” she said, just as quietly. “But —”

“So that’s one thing I already knew about,” he said, not allowing her time to mount a defense. “We got here, and the ends of your hair on the left side were coated in the stuff. Because of —” His fingers left her hair, moving with heightened caution to the white bandaging that circled her neck and covered her left shoulder. “— this….” He paused a moment, then added, “And with as much blood as you lost, I’m willing to bet you’re white as a sheet.”

She swallowed hard, seeing the guilt starting to seep into his features. Her hand reached up, grasping his where it rested on her shoulder. “Roy, I’m okay,” she tried again, though it was probably useless. She was starting to feel lightheaded, but covered it carefully. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“I know.” His free hand dropped from the side of her neck to circle around her waist, holding her back against him. “I just keep seeing that moment when….” He stopped uncomfortably, then his other hand slipped from under hers to join the one around her waist, and he tucked his nose against her uninjured shoulder. “I’ve never seen your eyes roll back in your head like that. I don’t think I liked it very much.”

“You and me both.” Watching his reflection in the mirror, she threaded her fingers into his hair. A comforting gesture, one of familiarity she hadn’t been allowed in far too long. The lightheadedness was growing stronger, but she smiled anyway. “That was a very nice hug you gave me after May stopped the bleeding.”

His snort of laughter left a patch of warmth on her back. “Sure,” he said quietly. “Nicer than this one?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but stopped when she began to notice a sort of black fuzz in the extreme left of her vision. “…Roy, I need to —”

He was already moving, one arm still around her waist as he carefully guided her out of the bathroom. Just as they had on the Promised Day, he followed where she directed, letting her lean on him until she was able to sit carefully on the side of the bed. Immediately, Riza ducked her head between her knees, taking slow deep breaths as the black fuzz receded.

Roy felt his way into a crouch in front of her, and she could hear the wry smile as he touched her bowed head. “You know, I hate to say I told you so….”

“Then don’t.”

“I told you so.”

Feeling some better, she sat up carefully and his bandaged hand slipped from her head to drop to her knee. He flinched at the unexpected motion, but recovered. “I have had some trouble following orders lately,” she said, taking another deep breath.

“I gave a couple of dumb ones,” he admitted. His expression was focussed, listening carefully for nuances in her tone. His fingers shifted absently on her knee, as if in preparation for something. “But I’m glad you obeyed the most important one.”

His free hand found hers and, after a quick check to make sure the door was closed, Riza guided it to her cheek. “Me too.”

The kiss was gentle, and she knew he was holding back because of the dizzy spell, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Her hands went to either side of his face, holding him close, preventing him from pulling too far away. Just this simple action of a low-key kiss was proof enough that they were both alive and, if not well, then at least working their way in that direction.

At last, he carefully disengaged himself and climbed carefully to his feet. Riza watched, but did not move to help as he moved cautiously around the end of her bed, walking bent with one hand on the blankets, then the frame, and finally toward his own bed. She itched to jump up and direct him where to go, but that had been another discussion within their first hours here. If Roy wanted to learn to navigate this room while blind, he had to do it himself.

“Did Breda and Fuery say when they’d be back next?” he asked over his shoulder. His fingertips found and trailed over the surface of the rolling bedside table that stood between their beds.

“Not until this evening.” Drawing her legs up, she lay down comfortably on top of her sheets, watching him. “I’m given to understand that Breda is in the process of forging my signature on two Temporary Duty Assignment forms for them, so it’ll look less like desertion and more like poorly managed paperwork.”

Roy dropped to a seat on the edge of his bed, head tilting curiously as he turned toward the sound of her voice. His expression was doubtful. “As if anyone is going to believe you’d misfile paperwork.”

“As long as the paperwork exists somewhere and there’s too much going on here for Administration to be active, no one will press too hard about a pair of supposed deserters,” Riza said. “And with Bradley gone, getting us all permanently reassigned to your office is a matter of one call to the new administration.”

She watched as his face lit up. “That’s right,” he said, breaking into a grin. “All the chess pieces can finally be returned to the board.” He hesitated a moment, his posture giving Riza a distinct impression of a hunting dog with its ears pricked, listening hard. “One second….”

An instant later, there was a knock and the door opened a crack. “Anybody home?” Edward asked, peeking through from the hallway.

“Come in,” Riza invited, sitting up. She was smiling at the sight of Edward, but the expression bloomed fully as the elder Elric pushed the door open and backed inside, towing a shy-looking Alphonse in a wheelchair.

The younger boy smiled uncertainly at her, a painfully thin hand lifting to wave. “Hey, guys. Good to see you… with my own eyes, that is.”

Roy broke into a grin. “I’ve heard that voice before, but without an echo off of metal, I can’t quite place it.” Riza noted that he kept his eyes closed so as not to alarm the boys with the strange greyed-out pupils. “But it’s a damn good sound to hear.”

“And the two of you are a sight for sore eyes,” Edward fired back, grinning. He positioned his brother’s wheelchair beside Riza’s bed, before moving to stand at the end of it. “Did the doctors tell you how long you’ll be in here?

Roy shrugged. “With another transfusion for Hawkeye and some time for both our cuts to really start healing, we should be out of here in a week or so, but we’ll want to get moving quickly. We’ll meet with Dr. Marcoh first, and then head East.”

The spark of realization in Alphonse’s eyes was definite, even though they were still relatively sunken in his gaunt face. “Lieutenant Havoc,” he said softly. “You’re going to him, so that Dr. Marcoh can fix you both.”

“That’s the idea, “ Riza answered. She tugged the collar of the button-up shirt draped over her shoulders, adjusting it a little higher. The wraparound hospital shirt left more of her tattoo exposed than she liked, and she didn’t need the boys to see it and start asking awkward questions. “The trick is getting out of here and then out East in the first place. Travel when you’ve just been released from hospital requires a special permit from the doctor. For active-duty military, that is.”

“We might just end up getting Grumman to sign off on it,” Roy commented thoughtfully. “He understands how important it is. If worse came to worst, he could override it from his new position.”

Edward’s eyes had gone hard, like shining golden coins that shifted from Colonel to Lieutenant and back again. His voice, when he spoke, was cold.

“You’re going to use the Stone, even though you know what it’s made from?”

The room plunged into an icy, brittle silence. Riza caught herself holding her breath, her own gaze sliding toward the other bed and the man sitting stock-still on it.

“That’s the plan,” Roy answered quietly. “Does it ease your mind if I tell you I have my reasons?”

“Does it prick your sorry excuse for a conscience if I tell you that that thing is made from people?!” Ed snapped, his hands balling into fists. “Or did the Truth take your sense of decency, too?”

Roy’s chin lifted, his eyes opening to stare sightlessly at the boy. Edward flinched, just slightly. “Have you spoken to anyone that was outside the immediate centre of Father’s transmutation during the eclipse? Because I have.” He shifted to sit cross-legged, folding his hands in his lap as his eyes closed again. His voice, when he continued, was grim and serious, but not harsh. “I asked Breda, Fuery, and Havoc what having their souls ripped out was like. I also asked Knox, Marcoh, and Armstrong. I asked them all separately from the others, and they all told me the same thing.”

Edward hadn’t moved aside from the flinch and to cross his arms over his chest. “And what did they say?”

“They said it was like standing in the middle of a hurricane, but instead of wind, rain, and debris, everything was darkness, blood, and above all, pain.” His eyes opened, staring at the blankets. “They said that was the worst part. The pain. And all those souls inside that Stone are feeling that too.”

The blond boy’s lip curled in disdain. “So you think you’re performing some kind of public service by using their energy?”

Alphonse’s voice was serious, but lacked his brother’s anger. “Colonel? I don’t mean to discourage you, but… to help the people imprisoned in the Stone, can’t you just… destroy it? Somehow?”

Riza shook her head, answering on Roy’s behalf. “It’s an intensely hard substance. Harder than diamond,” she said. “Kimblee allegedly had one for years and reportedly kept it hidden by swallowing it and then forcing it back up. The acid in his stomach didn’t even touch it.”

“The only way to destroy it is to deplete it,” Roy broke in again. “Marcoh offered to use it on myself and Havoc, and then he’ll keep it hidden. If there’s one person we know who will keep it safe, only using it when absolutely necessary for the greater good, and maybe passing it on to someone who can be trusted, it’s him.”

At last, Edward’s shoulders started to lower from their high, tense position. His face paled visibly. “...Going back a step,” he said, voice suddenly hoarse, “you said everyone outside the centre of the transmutation… all they felt was… pain?”

Riza didn’t have to ask to know his thoughts had just shot miles away, to Resembool and that house in the countryside. There was another long, silent pause before Edward murmured, “I guess, if it’s already created with no way to reverse it, and being locked in the Stone causes the souls pain… it’s better that it be used for good by someone like Marcoh than someone like Kimblee.”

“Almost anything is better if Kimblee didn’t use it,” Roy said dryly, then smiled. “But I’m glad you understand.”

There was a brief pause, and then Alphonse shifted slightly in the wheelchair. “I have a question,” he said thoughtfully. “If Marcoh wants to use up the Stone, and he’s going with Scar to be a doctor in Ishval, why doesn’t he take it with him? I bet there’s a lot of work there that could be done alchemically and the Stone would go a long way toward —“

He trailed off, seeing that both Roy and Riza were already shaking their heads. Roy’s expression was grim. “The Ishvalans wouldn’t permit it,” he said soberly. “As much as they want to rebuild their homeland, and undo at least some of the damages of the war, they wouldn’t accept help by alchemical means. Their religion forbids the use of it, citing it as an affront to their god.”

“And unfortunately, I suspect the same would go for alkahestry,” Riza added. “It’s enough like alchemy that even though someone like May Chang worked closely with Scar for months, the rest of the Ishvalan people would resist her help.”

Ed nodded, then said, “Makes sense. A self-reliant people like them would naturally prefer to rebuild using their own hands and their own methods.” He broke into a grin. “And you know what? I get it. Al and I are the exact same way.”

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Riza had disobeyed doctor’s orders once again, moving to sit with her knees drawn up on the wide windowsill as the sun sank down below the urban horizon of Central. Roy lay on his back crosswise over his bed, eyes open toward the ceiling, his fingers drumming absent rhythm patterns on his ribs.

“There’s something I don’t get,” he said aloud, after the comfortable silence had stretched for more than twenty minutes.

Looking over from her perch, Riza smiled at the sight of him. That position, the way his forehead furrowed in thought, how his mouth pulled tight and to one side in a silent ‘hmm” of puzzlement…. How many times had she seen him do this as a teenager? All of it was identical, fifteen years later. “And what’s that?”

“I was talking a little with Fullmetal while you were getting battlefield treatment for the blood loss, before they shipped us over here,” he said, not moving. “I wanted to know what had happened with Selim — sorry, “Pride” — and find out if there were more Homonculi we were going to get stuck hunting down.”

A phantom feathery feeling tried to claw its way across Riza’s limbs and up her back; she shivered, and it disappeared. Those shadows…. “And?”

“Ed said that Pride had started to try and possess him, like he had done with Al… and that he managed to reverse the connection and alchemically invade Pride instead.” He lifted a hand, one finger raised to forestall the comment her mouth was opening to make. “Believe me, it gets weirder.” He paused to make sure she wasn’t about to interrupt, then continued. “He’s not clear on how he did it, but somehow he tore away everything alchemical that had been Pride the Homonculus and left this tiny little baby-like thing, smaller than Envy at that little worm’s smallest. And he just left him down there, until he could go back after Father was gone.”

Riza hadn’t so much twitched a muscle since he had lifted his finger. Now, she stirred uneasily. “And… when he did go back?”

“…He said he took the thing to Selim’s mother.” He was quiet another moment, slowly worrying the inside of his lower lip with his teeth, then added, “And all of this leads me to believe that Pride was created differently. `Something like the Stone was introduced in utero, and what was born was a full-fledged Homonculus.”

“So that when it was taken away, Selim reverted as close as he could to the state he’d been in when it was given to him.” Riza’s voice was barely above a whisper. Another shiver crawled up her spine.

“I guess? With that sort of thing, when we don’t know anything about it, it’s hard to know for sure. But that’s not what really bothers me.” His frown deepened. “If Fullmetal blasted away the Homonculus part of him… where did it go? What happened to it?”

Riza shook her head, looking back out the window. “To be perfectly honest, I don’t know and I don’t want to know. This is all getting too dark and gruesome for my taste.”

“…Sorry.” He rolled over to lie on his stomach, propping himself up on both elbows. “Not being able to see gives me too much time to think. Far too much.”

“And time in hospital doesn’t help,” she agreed. Slipping down off the window sill, she moved to sit beside him on the bed with her legs folded, still looking out the window. “At least from here, we’re too far away to see the damage to Headquarters,” she commented. “It was nothing short of a mess.”

“I’d believe it, given the number of times I tripped over rubble before we left,” Roy muttered. The fingers of one hand fidgeted absently with the bandaging wrapped around the other. “Do you think we’ll get out in time to help with the cleanup at all?”

“I would imagine so.” Still staring out at the darkening city, she reached over, absently beginning to thread her fingers through his hair for the second time that day. “They won’t even start for a few days, until someone steps forward to take charge and that person can organize the work crews. Even after the rubble is cleared away, there’s going to be months upon months of rebuilding and restoration.”

They sat together, just close enough that they could spring apart if the door opened unexpectedly. After some minutes, Roy said quietly, “What you see out the window…. Can you describe it to me?”

“I can try.” Riza took a moment to find a starting point. “We’re on the third floor, on the west side of the building, looking toward Headquarters. It’s far enough that all I can see is the top floor. In between are two- and three-storey buildings, but what stands out are the chimneys. There’s lots of those, silhouetted against the sky. The sun has gone down, but it isn’t fully dark. The streetlights are just beginning to turn on, so the highest point in the sky is black, fading to pink and orange, and finally the yellow glow in the streets.”

“Sounds pretty,” he commented. “And maybe like all that prose-writing in high school Literacy comes in handy.”

She smiled, but didn’t answer right away. After a moment she said, “When you get your sight back… what happens then? I know you have plans, but you haven’t said anything specific, aside from ‘help fix Ishval.’”

Roy’s smile was enigmatic. “I haven’t fully shared my plans because I haven’t fully made them.” He tapped his temple with a forefinger. “They’re still percolating. But when I know, you’ll be the first person I share with.” He turned toward the edge of the bed, and the box of effects he had abandoned when the Elrics had arrived. “In the meantime, I forgot there was something I had to show you.”

Riza watched, curious but silent, as he sorted through the clothes he had been wearing when they were admitted. Careful, exploring fingers found his uniform jacket by virtue of the gold braiding under the right sleeve, then searched out the left inside breast pocket. She thought perhaps he was trying to find his watch… but what he pulled out was small and white.

“I made the comment earlier that I could finally return all my pieces into play on the board,” he said quietly, turning back to her, “but since the transfer, there’s been one that I’ve kept with me.”

He fumbled for her hand, found it, and pressed the little object into it. Riza thought she might already know what it was, but still smiled as she looked down at the white queen piece nestled in her palm. On the base, written in Roy’s distinctive - though tinier than usual - hand was a name.

‘Elizabeth.’

He was sitting perfectly still, head cocked the tiniest bit as he listened for her reaction. Riza shifted to face him, then leaned forward, hugging him as tightly as she could without injuring either of them or setting off either her wounds or the dizziness again. He returned the embrace just as fiercely.

“I missed you,” she said quietly into his shoulder.

“I missed you, too, Whiskygirl.” His words were half-whispered into her hair, his hand protectively on the back of her head. Strands clung to the rough bandaging, but neither of them cared. For now, it was all right. “Glad to have you back.”

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MEADOW STREET, CENTRAL CITY 0247 HOURS, APRIL 8

Night was when the hunting was best, he had decided. No one stirred out of doors, thinking they were all safe in their beds, oblivious to his passage in the dark streets. He stuck close to the inner edges of the sidewalks, in the shadows, his dark eyes roaming the streets, seeing as easily as though it were day and moving as quiet as a prayer.

He slunk past the front walk of a residence, looking up at the windows on the second floor. Even from the street, he could smell the soft scent of childhood: the talcum powder, the gentle soap for sensitive baby skin, even the milk, cookies, and toothpaste on the child’s breath from its bedtime snack and teeth-brushing. The man paused, still looking up. His nose hadn’t been this sensitive in the… in the before.

He stepped close to the wall, feeling the hunger in him writhe at the subtle child smells. It would be effortless to scale the bricks before him, to get past the window, to lean over the bed and —

The man growled to himself, the hunger raging as he forced himself to turn away. One puny toddler would not be enough to sate him. The hunger was always with him now, always hovering just out of sight in the darkest recesses of his being. Scents, sensations, and sounds called it forth into a near-unstoppable force that seemed to scream in his mind, feedfeedfeedfeedfeedFEEDNOW.

Lots of things were new to him. The hunger, the ridiculously sensitive sense of smell, the surety in himself that most would call cocky — no, that had been there in the before.

Stalking away from the house, hands jammed into the pockets of his dark suit and shoulders riding high as he fought the hunger, he bared his gritted teeth. How much of a monster had he become that he had contemplated taking a mere child? Not enough, he reminded himself firmly. Not nearly enou—

The thought screeched to a grinding halt at the same time his feet froze in midstep. He turned slowly, looking back at the house, eyes wide with the light of a new idea. The child would be nothing… but a child had to come from somewhere. A child had parents.

There was a roaring in his ears, blocking out the sounds of the natural world, and he found himself moving automatically as the hunger took over. He fell back into it, let it swallow him whole and watched the entire scene unfold.

His hands effortlessly gripped the rough bricks of the house and they seemed to flow under him as he climbed easily, lizardlike, to the second floor. He hung there, staring through the glass at the sleeping boy in the little room beyond, watching the flesh of his left hand crowd in against the wooden frame. The disjointed words of the hunger ran through his mind, sounding sibilant in the roaring. Slip slip slip right through inside get in get in easy now the smallest crack the smallest hole not safe not safe you’re never safe….

And then he was inside. The tiny form under the sheets didn’t move, didn’t stir, didn’t wake as he leaned low over the little bed. The small pouting mouth hung open milk cookies toothpaste with childlike snores issuing from it. The nose was small and button, the eyelashes long and a dark honey blond that matched the boy’s hair. The man reached out, the long index finger of one hand trailing gently, almost tenderly down the child’s cheek.

The boy’s eyes opened sleepily, and the man’s mind stretched out…. Instead of screaming at the sight of a stranger in his bedroom after midnight, the boy smiled drowsily and uttered a soft “Hey, mister….” like he might have to a friendly oldster on the street.

It didn’t take long. Five minutes after he slipped inside the windows, the man started for the bedroom across the hall, where a man and woman slept peacefully. He went to the woman’s side first, eyes glittering coldly in the dark as he took in her sleeping form in its innocently pale pink nightgown, her honey-blonde hair liketheboyliketheboyliketheboy splayed over the pillow behind her.

He didn’t bother to wake her, or her husband when it was his turn. Half an hour after first breaching the house, he slipped down the stairs to the kitchen. The man was almost entirely himself again, and could feel the stain, could feel the drying wetness on his lips and chin and neck. The suit was going to be a lost cause, but he didn’t care. The blood wouldn’t show against the dark fabric, not to anyone he happened to pass on his way back.

The man washed his face and neck at the kitchen sink, wiping down the metal faucet and blotting his face with a clean white towel. He was turning to leave when the previous day’s newspaper, abandoned on the table, caught his attention.

‘AFTERMATH: BATTLE OF CENTRAL,’ the headline shouted. Underneath it, in smaller letters, ‘Several leaders in conflict remain in hospital.’

He skimmed the article, abandoning the towel on the tabletop. Edward and Alphonse Elric were expected to recover, Gen. Olivier Armstrong and Maj. Alex Armstrong were recovering privately at their family residence, and — oh ho, this was interesting…. Col. Roy Mustang and 1st Lt. Riza Hawkeye had been treated for mild to serious wounds and were recovering in hospital.

That name. His lips curled back involuntarily from his teeth, and the freshly satisfied hunger twitched deep in the pit of his belly. How he would like to… would love to…. Goodness knew there were times he would have loved to just wrap his hands around the man’s throat, but to… oh, yes. This would be so much better, so much more delicious of a revenge. Literally.

He was surprised to realize he was panting, the rage and his newfound gift combining to make him nearly aroused with the desire for revenge. He wondered if the wounds inflicted on Mustang were the mild or serious ones… he hoped for the serious. It would make him all that more docile when the man came for him. And if just the thought of revenge brought him nearly to the point of sexual need, then perhaps in the aftermath of it, he would exact another type of revenge on that pretty little Lieutenant that always followed Mustang around. He’d never liked her anyway.

Grinning with this new plan, he turned toward the window… and realized he had spent much more time standing here, lost in thought, than he had realized. Sunrise was still an hour away, but his hypersensitive vision could see the sky beginning to turn grey instead of night-black. He would need to hurry.

The hunger settled back into its hiding place, waiting to be called forward again. Revenge would have to wait.

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