#i took so long to figure out how to write his surname it's embarassing

[lesbolordo]

Fem gender-bent Amit. Career girl boss of my dreams where she at? 🙏

You asked, I shall provide 😤

I really like Amit he's fucking adorable I want to take him and kiss him and suffocate him in hugs. Anyone else feel like that ? No ? Aight...

Anyway here is quick sketch of Fem! Amit and my Gryffindor OC Shin, and they're chilling on the Astronomy tower.

I've got some Headcanons for our gorgeous Stars lover here :)

Amit :

Once again I do not have a name for him if he were a girl. Amity ? laughable.

I think that just like Masc ! Amit, she'd be too busy studying and watching the stars to be exercising : so I headcanon that she's not chubby per say, but she does have a little tummy that I'd like to burry my head in. I'd say she's average in curves -but gorgeous- , much like Masc ! Amit.

She's always busy and so she often forgets to do many things : eating, showering, washing her teeth, cutting her nails, brushing her hair the usual... And so she always has little notes reminding her to do just that so she doesn't forget. She used to make notes saying "Take a break" but she found it useless and so she stopped making them lmao.

As a girl, I feel like Astronomy is a rather easy hobby to pick up, luckily for her, not stereotypically for boys or for girls, but in between. Being a famous historian, on the other hand, is a bit harder to realize that it's possible for a girl because of all of the stereotypical "girls aren't ambitious" thing. I think that for a while she wondered what to do with herself, and she had a very hard time admitting out loud to having great projects for herself without fearing being laughed at.

Although it's not a bad thing, she's definitely a coward. She's scared to get hurt and she doesn't go outside the school often, and if she does never alone. She despises Care of Magical creatures because heck, what in Merlin's name is that Puffskein doing ?? I like to think that Puffskeins are like the arch nemesis of Ravenclaw students...

She doesn't really take care of her hair, but somehow -and it also is the case for her male counterpart- she has gorgeous fucking hair. Strong, soft, shiny, thick... She lets it grow because (no explanations) but she often thought about cutting it because it got in the way... Until she owled her mother about it and learned to braid it prettily. Now her hair isn't a problem anymore.

Yes, this is a mug with her name on it, and yes she has all of her things named because she's scared of losing her goods. I feel like she'd be the type to be panicking searching for something when it's in her hand.

She's definitely good at trivia quizzes, just like Masc ! Amit.

I think that she saves the younger Ravenclaw students stuck outside of the comon room because look : She's often outside at night to look at the stars, so she probably comes back to the the Ravenclaw's common room late... and so she finds the Ravenclaw students who couldn't figure out the riddle. Oh, did I say she's crazy good at riddles but very bad at common sense ?

"Are you sure we can't go back home....? Yes...? Okay... *starts praying to Rowena Ravenclaw*"

She'd be average height, like Masc! Amit. He'd be 172 cms tall, a bit more maybe, and she'd be 165 cms tall probably...

She definitely has a mother vibe to herself when she's not engrossed in her work. But when she is, she's a bloody baby : she can and WILL whine and fake cry if you try to pull her out of her studies. Ladylike manners but not too much...

She is immune to cold. That's it. No weather can make her fold... Except hot weather lmao. Put her in front of a fireplace and she's melting in five minutes only.

She'd wear the girl's uniform.

[fullmetalscullyy]

If you're down for those writing prompts you posted, 11 sounds great!

i know it’s been a hot minute since i answered a fic ask but we’re here!

sorry it took so long! i hope you enjoy a bit of humour, embarassment, and payback

body-swapped for a day

Roy woke up slowly. His brow furrowed when he didn’t recognise theceiling above him. Movement against his side is what caught his attention next.Looking down, he saw a ball of black fur curled up against his body.

He paled.

Had… Had he slept here last night? Had he done something with Hawkeye?Why couldn’t he remember it?

Roy shot up in bed, gaze scanning the room. Hayate jumped in fright,grumbling after being roughly awoken from his sleep. After a yawn he settledagainst Roy once more, sighing in contentment as he tried to fall back into hisslumber. Roy felt the pup’s heat against his thigh.

Oh… Oh…

He wasn’t wearing shorts. Well, not his shorts. Not theones he remembered putting on yesterday evening. These ones were faded blue andshort. Very short. A lot of skin disappeared underneath the duvet cover.

Not his skin.

Roy lifted his hands, not seeing his own. There were different scars,rough callouses on the palms, and different fingernails. His hands were suddenlyvery feminine.

Almost fearfully, he looked down at his chest.

Roy paled. Again.

Scrambling through the apartment – that was not his own – to thephone, he dialled his home number. A groggy voice greeted him and with a jolt,Roy realised it as his own voice.

“Hello?”

“…Hawkeye?” he asked cautiously.

“Who is this?” she – no, he – asked.

“It’s… Mustang.”

“What?” There was a yawn before she spoke again.

Roy knew the feeling. He was already tired of trying to keep up withthe changes in pronouns and trying to wrap his head around who was talking. In hishead, it was his own voice, but when he opened his mouth, it was Hawkeye’s. Throughthis phone, he heard his own again, and that was throwing him off big time ashe tried to coax himself(?) awake.

And, not to mention the fact that his head was beginning to hurt as hecontinued to process what the hell was happening.

Why was he in Riza Hawkeye’s body?! Riddle himthat, universe.

“Hawkeye, look at yourself.”

“I’m tired and have no idea what you’re talking about,” she mumbledsleepily. It was such a characteristically Roy response that hisbody jolted after hearing it. This was far too weird.

“Hawkeye, wake up.”

“It’s a Saturday,” she stated petulantly. “No.”

“It’s not a Saturday,” he replied, resisting the urge to pinch thebridge of his nose. “It’s a Friday.”

Judging by the fact that he’d woken up at six am on the dot and feltwell rested, Roy theorised that being in Hawkeye’s body came with all herhabits. Therefore, the same would apply to her in his body.

“In my head it’s a Saturday.”

“That’s not how the world works,” he stated. This time he did pinch thebridge of his nose. It was incredibly odd addressing her like this. It was soout of character – both for Hawkeye’s responses and his reaction to Hawkeye’s(his body’s?) words. The “all the same habits” theory was beginning to look alot more likely as he tried to reason with her in his petulant-when-tired body.“Get out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror.”

There was a loud sigh. “Fine. If I do, will you let me sleep?”

“Yes.” That was all he needed.

There was the sound of movement, a sharp intake of breath, thensilence.

“See?” Roy urged.

“Uh…” she replied eloquently. “What… What’s happening here, sir?” Itwas odd to be called sir by his own voice.

“I don’t know. I woke up in your body this morning.”

“You’re in my body?” she asked incredulously.

Roy nodded. “Yes.”

There was a pause and after she spoke Roy could imagine her narrowingher eyes. “Don’t try any funny business.”

“What?” Those were not the first words he expected her to say.

“You heard me,” she accused. “Don’t even try it. If you do, I will know.”

“Hawkeye, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind!” he exclaimed. “Iwas more thinking “holy shit, what is happening?” rather thanhaving a peek at anything.”

She hummed, the noise indicating that she didn’t quite believe him. “Iknow what you’re like.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, indignant.

Hawkeye sighed in exasperation. “Nothing. Look, let’s just… get throughthe morning, right now, and get to work. Once we’re there, we’ll pretend everythingis fine. Until we can figure out what the hell has happened.”

“Okay.” Roy let out an exhale, glad for some kind of plan to be inplace. At the thought of having a goal, her thinly veiled insult was forgotten.Despite the jabs, it felt good to know that he wasn’t alone in this bizarre newventure the universe had decided to through upon them. “Sounds like a plan.”

She bid him farewell, hanging up the phone.

Roy put the phone back and considered his next problem.

He needed to pee. And shower.

*          *          *

“How are you doing?” Roy asked as he met Hawkeye by the entrance to HQ.

“Not freaking out, if that’s what you’re asking.” Roy detected theclear sarcasm in her tone.

“Good. Because I’m definitely not either.”

Hawkeye turned her head and gave him a quick smile. It was meant as a comfort,but it was decidedly unsettling to see him do it to himself.

“It’s like I’m currently having an out of body experience.”

“It’s so surreal. How did this even happen? Alchemy?”

Hawkeye shook her head, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. “I have noidea.”

“How… How was your morning?” he asked awkwardly. “Um, I… I didn’t… look at anything whileshowering.” He noticed her cheeks turning pink as she cast him a sidelongglance.

“I… I didn’t either, sir.”

They were both adults and old friends, but this was so far beyond therealm of anything that should be considered normal, that they were both awkwardand unsure how to act. Peeing had been an interesting affair for him thatmorning and he almost felt mortified for Hawkeye as he thought about what shewould need to do for him.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Me too, sir.”

“Not to mention the fact that you can’t call me sir right now, but I do think we’re farbeyond the formalities and use of last names right now,” Roy stated with anervous laugh.

She nodded. “You’re right, but I can’t help it. Old habits. But it would be strange for meto call you sir in this body. That wouldn’t work.” She sighed in frustration thenher voice lowered as they turned into a particularly busy corridor. “Let’s justtake it a step at a time and work it out on our lunch break, if we can.” Roynodded in agreement.

“Hey, boss,” Havoc greeted casually as they entered the room. They bothblinked at him, causing Havoc to look up from his breakfast burrito and frown.

“Hey, Havoc,” Roy blurted out, forgetting that he wasn’t technicallytheir boss today.

Havoc gave him an odd look, before greeting him too. “Hey, Hawkeye.”

One glance at Hawkeye told him she’d come to the same conclusion he had.

They’d have to play the other’s role in the team for the time being.

That was easier said than done. Roy began to panic slightly when herealised he’d have to do Hawkeye’s work for the day. He didn’t really know whatit was exactly that she did – as in what reports she worked on and what shespecialised in – because he barely had time for his own paperwork, nevermind the rest of the team’s.

This could be bad.

However, after the greetings, Roy followed the new General Mustang intohis inner office and closed the door.

“What are we going to do?” he whispered urgently. He froze when he noticedthe smirk on her face. “What?”

“So, I get to play the role of the great General Mustang today, don’t I?And you’ll be working on my tasks. Interesting. Very interesting.” Roypaled. He didn’t like the sound of this.

*          *          *

“I must say,” Riza stated lowly, her breath tickling his ear. Royshivered inside Riza’s body, but with a jolt realise just how responsive herbody was to his voice. “Being in your shoes today was really rather eyeopening.”

Oh my god, this is embarrassing, he thought as hefelt his skin heat up.

But… Then he smiled widely. This… This could be used to his advantage later.A method of payback for all she’d put him through today. She’d been far toosatisfied watching him try to struggle and fill her role. Riza, for her part,simply had a day off today. She’d put her feet up in a very characteristic wayof the General and watched as he’d floundered helplessly. Roy supposed it washis own fault. One day wouldn’t pay back for the years she’d been subjected toit, so Roy knew he deserved it.

Payback was a bitch, as they say.

“You sat on your butt and did nothing all day.”

“Exactly. So, I played the role of you perfectly,” she smirked, eyesdancing with amusement.

“Oh, ha ha,” he stated, not laughing in the slightest.

“Maybe today was a lesson about how difficult and stressful my job canbe when a certain someone sits on his butt all day?”

“All right, point taken,” he grumbled. “But remember, payback is abitch, Riza.”

After what they’d both been through today, they were so far passed theuse of honorifics and surnames.

She smirked. “I know. And this is only the beginning. I’ve had to putup with workdays like that for the past fifteen years. There’s a lot to payback to you,” she grinned.

Roy hummed in consideration. “Well, let’s cross that bridge when wecome to it. If we wake up the same tomorrow, then I’ll accept my fate.” He couldn’thelp his amused smile.

“Good,” she stated, sticking her tongue out playfully at him as sheleft the empty office. Roy was left staring after her, mouth parted in hissurprise.

As soon as Roy woke the next morning he shot up in bed, patting hisbody down. He exhaled in relief as he found a flat, hard chest. He kicked thesheet off to find his own legs, brought his hands up to see his own hands, andflopped back in his bed, eyes closing as he tried to calm his racing heart. He wasback.

Oh, thank God. Not that he didn’t enjoy being in Hawkeye’s body (he did a little bit), but it meant that he wouldn’t have another day fraught with paperwork and trying to keep the whole team in line.

Maybe he should stop off at her favourite bakery on the way to work to buy her breakfast as a thank you and as an apology for slacking the last fifteen years, now that he knew what it felt like…