#riza in the background: y'all need to get your minds out of the gutter. just bcs this fic is now rated M doesn't mean anything

[firewoodfigs]

ma'am..... ma'am please may i have some more good food (a sneak peek if possible of the next chapter of a study in reformation 👀) 🥺🤲 (no pressure ofc if ur not ready to share tho MWAH ILY YOU'RE THE BEST 🩷 AND THIS AU HAS ME BY THE THROAT (UTMOST AFFECTION) 🥰🥰🥰)

FOR YOU EMMA ANYTHING!!! ilysm and I hope this brightens up your Sunday 🥰🥰🥰

here's a snippet of what is currently going on in the monstrosity of a google doc (aka the only thing I've written thus far for the next chapter with coherent grammar):

“Hello?” Riza mumbles groggily. A cursory glance at her window suggests dawn hasn’t even broken. Annoyance pricks at her as a dull ache starts in her head, but she pinches her brows and brushes it aside. If it’s spam, she’ll personally dismantle her phone. “Who is this?”  “You’re alive!” Riza groans, rolling onto her other side as she holds the phone a distance away. “We’ve been looking all over for you — where did you go? Are you okay? Are you with Roy? Are we interrupting some—“ “Rebecca,” she cuts off, as gently as she can in her sleep-addled state. “No. Before you get any wild ideas, I’m at home. In bed. Sleeping.”  “Oh.”  “Alone.”

also canon pics with zero context (but are meant to be an actual hint LOL):