#which. tbh. i felt less motivated to pull for him because he had legs in that outfit. What's the fun in that?!?!

[fisheito]

how do u feel abt the fish from noctilucent

i do not, since nocti barred off the only gate between our tanks, and i am left to only see him. never know him

[jugjugjuice]

Sukuna NFSW alphabet

🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼🍼

A-Aftercare:

Sorry Sukuna could care less what happens after sex. If your not out his bed in the next 30 min he will...possibly kill you or question you. “Human why are you still here?” The closes thing he will do for aftercare is throw a blanket on your naked body while you sleep🥲✋

B-Body:

Sukuna loves everything about his body. To him every part of him is perfect, sexy, powerful. BUT if he had to choose one part of his body then he will choose his hands. The very same hands he use to kill people and fuck you with.

His favorite body of yours(you probably already know what I’m about to say) is ur booty. He will smack it, lick it, bite it, squeeze it you name it! He loves a nice booty mostly because it’s so....fuckable. He can fuck you while also playing with it. He just loves how it feels. Don’t matter the size.

C-Cum

Sukuna will cum anywhere tbh. His favorite places to cum on would be your face, your ass, stomach, and in your mouth. He loves seeing his mess all over you. You wanna make him rock hard again? Just run his cum all over you, degrading yourself. If you do this this man will actually drool for you😳

D-Dirty secret

Now when it comes to Sukuna he has no shame in the things he has done. All the dirty secrets has he already told you about. Now one thing he hasn’t told you(mostly cause he keeps forgetting to blurt it out) is that he sticked a....vibrator up his pp hole😬(I am so sorry) the vibration inside of him plus the feeling of himself stroking his own cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He even use his second mouth(on his tummy) to lick his pp. I guess you can say he is kinda a masochistic but he will NEVER let you dominate him.

E-Experience

Sukuna is very much experienced. Back when was living in his own body he had six with about 90 women....a village. He obviously killed them when he grew bored of them.

F- Favorite portions

since I don’t know the names for these specific positions, I’ll just leave the pictures down here.

(It wouldn’t let me send the link) but these are his go to positions out of all he have in his mind. These are just the positions that feels good to him.

G-Goofy

Sukuna is not goofy during sex. I would say he is serious and a flirt at the same time while doing it. He will mock your voices and laugh at how vulnerable you are.

H-hair

No surprise at all that this man has hair down there. He is very much proud of it. If it gets too wild then he will trim it but he needs hair down there to feel like a man. Of course it will never be to much hair. Medium amount I would say.

I-Intimacy

Sukuna can be either patient or impatient during the beginning of sex. When he is Patient he will foreplay a little bit. He would also kiss you a lot down your body. Touch sensitive spots all to hear you moan and beg for him. Sometimes you would cum from him talking dirty in your ear. When he isn’t patient he would go straight in and just fuck you. You would have to hold on because it gets wild and bumpy.

J-Jack off

Sukuna loves to jackoff. Not because it’s a stress reliever, but because it feels good. If he can’t, for some reason, fuck you he will beat the stick. Even during sex he teases you by jerking off and cumming on your face.

K-Kinks

Sukuna kinda have a thing for pain. While you guys are having sex and you do something that might be a little to rough(fx while giving him a blow job you accidentally bite too hard or ride him too hard) he will get so turned on but he will never tell you that. He also loves to be disrespectful in bed. He would degrade you or spit on you and just cum from that.

L-Location

It don’t matter where you guys do it he will fuck you anywhere. Yes that even means in public. If you guys are at a restaurant he will bend you over the tables and fuck you. Anyone near will have front row seats.

M-Motivation

After a good fight he always feel so energetic or horny so he would just take all that pride out on you. Or if you wear something sexy or something tight that shows off your curves he will tear that outfit to bits. Basically any little thing you do will make him honry. You bite your lip, show a littl Cleavage, rub legs, or even stare at him. He will get turned on. Also if you squirt on him then congratulations he is in love.

N-No

Sukuna is not into coprophilia. If you even mention that to him he will just kill you. He also isn’t into being a bottom, sub, or being pegged No amount of begs will get this man to be your bitch. Oh no honey your HIS bitch!

O-Oral

Sukuna love him some oral. He loves the feeling of your tongue touching and caressing his dick. He loves it more when you choke and gag on his dick. If you feel like your about to throw up his only response is. “That’s fine. You vomit on my dick you cleaning it up pig”. When he says that it’s usually threatening then sexy. He is dead serious.

P-Pace

Sukuna is a and deep thruster. With each thrust it’s deeper and deeper just pounding on that sensitive spot that makes you squirt. He will go slow when your about to cum to tease you. He will probably say, “yea baby you mad I stopped going fast? What if I just pull out and let you cum without my dick being inside you?”

Q-Quickie

I mean Sukuna is down to any kind of sex so he will mostly be down for a quickie. I can see him doing this right before a battle. The adrenaline would just go right to his pp. also if you guys are in public and he gets horny(which is all the time) he would pull you somewhere and either eat you out or you suck him off. If he want to full on have sex then he would do it in front of everyone.

R-Risk

Sukuna is down to any type of risk. As I said the man has no shame so he could give two shits what anyone say or think. The most he has ever done was fuck you DURING battle. Yea it couldn’t wait and you where getting looks.

S-Stamina

Sukuna’s stamina is inhuman. He can go 30 rounds and still be hard and horny. To be quiet honest there was never a time he had sex and felt “finished” he had to stop for your sake because he knew if he kept going he would damage you insides and it would take days for him to even feel about done. There was this one time. A long long time ago he had sex with a woman he and was actually tired but we don’t talk about that. It was long ago and she is dead💀

T-Toys.

Yes. Like I mentioned before when he masterbates he would use toys on himself. Mostly on his dick. He would use toys on you while he fucks you. For example he would put a buttplug in you or stick a vibrator in you while pounding into ur hole mercilessly. What can I say. The mans a sex god

U-Unfair

He can be a bitch at times. Sukuna loves to walk out on you in the middle of sex just to hear your screams and cries. One time while you where about to cum he just pulled out and you cummed without his dick being inside of you. It was so uncomfortable and...sad. He loves messing with you. When he walks out on you during sex he won’t fuck you until tmr. He won’t let you win like that. He also loves to build up your orgasms and leave. Fx everytime you where about to cum he would stop for 3min or until your building orgasm died down and fuck you again. He would do this 10 times before walking out.

V-Volume

Sukuna is more of a groaner then a moaner. I mean there have been many times he had moan because of you, but he mostly groans or dirty talk in your ear. If you give him a blowjob then he will both moan and dirty talk.

W-Wild card

Sukunas bodycount is over 100. Yea he was wild 1000 years ago✋

X-X-Ray

Sukunas size is at least 6 inches when soft and 9-10 inches when hard. He is more in the thicker side as well and has at least 2 big veins.

Y-Yearing

Sukuna have high sex drive. He is always horny 24/7. The smallest thing will make his dick twitch. If you manage to live with him then you will need a wheelchair because he will fuck around with you 3 times a day. Maybe 1 time a day if he is feeling nice.

Z-Zzzzz

Sukuna will fall asleep after sex. He will either fall asleep on you or on the bed. Most times in his sleep he drags your body closer to him. When he wakes up he just stared at you while you sleep. A million and one thought going through his head.

[writerman]

Some sort of soulmate au with Elbarduil? Like maybe Elrond and Thranduil have been soulmates for a while and Bard is still trying to figure how ti tell them he is their soulmate as well? (Or tbh general soulmate thing if you prefer I am just a sucker for that trope)

Oh you and me both, anon! I just finished writing a 110,000 word fic about soulmates so this is absolutely my jaaaaam.

I hope you enjoy this response, I would have finished it earlier but I am a dumbass amongst other things.

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A wistful sigh would go unnoticed if only expressed once.

The way one might get away with a heavy sigh on a summer day when the sun is at its zenith, the heat unbearable to all manner of man and beast.

But a second heavy sigh would not be missed, especially not by elven ears.

When Bard received concerned looks from both Elrond and Thranduil he passed off the second sigh as a yawn and profusely apologised because that seemed less embarrassing than the truth.

In his mind anyway.

His excuse worked, for the most part, and Elrond merely nodded and gave him an understanding smile before continuing on with his explanation of the trade agreements. One hand holding the documents as he read, the other hand gently tucking a strand of soft brunet hair behind his ear.

However, the same could not be said for Thranduil who stared Bard down for a long moment, his ridiculously pale blue eyes dissecting every inch of his face for any telltale sign that Bard had lied to him.

He had, of course.

But it really wasn’t the place to tell both the elves that he woke up one day absolutely sure he was their soulmate. The mark on his wrist was growing bolder every day and it looked just like theirs…

So, this left him with nothing left to do but hide the fact he was silently yearning for the both of them to realise in their own time. He already felt terrible that he was, essentially, invading their marriage by being a ‘third wheel’ without their knowledge.

As kind as they both were to him, they had helped him get the kingdom of Dale on its feet with nothing in return, he was quite sure they would not appreciate his sudden appearance in their love lives too- but if he was their soulmate wouldn’t they realise it?

Was the mark on his wrist only similar and not identical to theirs? How could he compare without revealing that after the majority of his life he’d never had a soul mate mark until now?

The meeting was adjourned until the next morning, Elrond and Thranduil had things to do in their own kingdoms and Bard had to get back to Dale, which for the first time he was absolutely looking forward to, especially the ride back which he was going to make alone this time.

Much to the despair of Elrond who had insisted on sending his own soldiers with him. Bard refused and explained all would be well without an armed elven escort.

There was not a single ounce of motivation inside him that he could summon to make conversation and the thought of trying made his skin itch as it did in spring when the trees and flowers started to bloom again.

Collecting his papers up, Bard shoved them as quickly yet as gently as he could into the leather bag that had been at his feet moments before. Everyone was filing out of Elrond’s study with the exception of Elrond himself and Thranduil.

The blond elf had stalked over to where Bard stood trying to ensure the papers weren’t creased or folded over on themselves, Thranduil’s gaze something akin to fire rather than the cool indifference they often displayed.

Why he was angry Bard had no idea, but in an attempt to remain casual he looked to Thranduil with, probably awful, feigned surprise. In return, he received the full force of Thranduil’s expression and every vein in his body felt as though they had been ignited and for a moment his brain shorted out. Whatever friendly greeting he had prepared fled and his mouth refused to do anything other than clamp shut like a bear trap snapping over a deer’s leg.

With his body conspiring against him Bard could only blink up at Thranduil who with a sneer gritted out between bared teeth that he would accept the elven escort home and he would thank Elrond for the offer.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Elrond was behind Thranduil with a hand on his shoulder pulling the blond away from Bard, who was still silent and mentally trying to put himself back together because while his veins were no longer on fire, he wasn’t quite sure he was perfectly stable either.

He consciously rubbed the mark on his inner wrist with his thumb as he began processing a response to Thranduil that would not ignite his fury further. Bard knew the anger was more likely concern for his safety but it still stung to be spoken to like that.

“I don’t need an escort, Thranduil. I want the time alone, let me have this.” This was too personal a conversation to be having with them both. They were friends to an extent but mostly they were considered… what exactly?

They were lords of an ancient race and they governed their people with power and respect that Bard could only dream of exuding, they were not close friends but allies and that was all.

Except that really wasn’t all, not to Bard. They were his soulmates only he couldn’t tell them that, couldn’t tell them that the reason he seemed so far away when he came to the meetings was that they were close, close enough to touch but even as the king of Dale he didn’t think he deserved such an honour.

Perhaps it was dangerous to hold them in such high esteem, but why not?

These men were closer to Gods than man. Bard shared very little in common with the two of them and when he did try to find a similar interest to share with them it was a struggle to make it seem legitimate and not utterly flimsy.

“Don’t let yourself get so riled up imagining the worst. Bard is a capable fighter. Remember that he took down a dragon on his own, he fought in battle and survived. You underestimate our friend, Thranduil.” Elrond spoke calmly and it seemed to ease the tension in Thranduil as his expression softened to something more like concern.

“It is still dangerous out there,” Thranduil mumbled but he threw out his hand as though to dismiss the rest of the conversation and moved aside to allow Bard to leave the study.

In the stable, he dismissed the stable hands and tacked up the horse himself. It was good to have the time alone doing something simple that did not require constant thought. Preparing his horse for the journey home gave him the grounding he needed while his thoughts played out his reunion with the children.

They were the perfect distraction and he always missed them dearly when he had to travel without them. Sigrid and Bain were growing so fast and soon he imagined it would just be himself and Tilda left in the castle atop the hill in Dale. But at least he would not be alone.

“Are you going to tell me what has you so distracted?” Thranduil stood at the entrance of the horse’s stall, tall and imposing even when he was gifting Bard with the softest look of worry he had ever seen on the elf. “It has been months and you only grow more distant from us, do you wish to close off from us completely?”

It almost sounded- no they did not know. Thranduil was worried that he and Elrond might lose an ally and nothing more, but still, Bard offered a tired smile hoping it covered the worst of his unease.

“You worry for nothing, Lord Thranduil. Did I not explain myself clearly enough earlier?” To save himself, if only for a moment, he turned from the elf and busied himself with adjusting the bridle all the while thanking the horse for being so patient. He had known all too well that what he had said was harsh but the alternative of staying silent was not an option.

Once he was satisfied that his expression was neutral and the horse was fully ready for the journey Bard turned back to the elf and offered up a casual shrug. What more could he say to get rid of him?

Apparently, the shrug had not helped him in any way because before he knew it his back met with the wall of the stall and Thranduil was bearing down on him once again. Getting up close to the elven lord was nice and all but Bard really had to get back to Dale and there was the problem of getting his heart to stop thundering in his chest.

Thranduil stepped back when he realised what he had done, the surprise on his face told Bard all he needed to know. Something beyond their control was trying to force them together.

Fate.

The Gods.

Whoever or whatever ordained for them to be together was getting impatient with the lack of results.

“My apologies, Bard. I am unsure what caused me to behave in such a way.”

“It’s fine,” Bard stepped away from the wall and hurried to his horse’s side grabbing the reins and leading him out of the stall without meeting Thranduil’s eyes. He wasn’t afraid of Thranduil for what he had done, but it had not been pleasant to feel his heart pulse hard for someone he could never have.

Out in the courtyard, Elrond awaited him.

You can’t escape either of them, Bard, even when you try to avoid them you can’t, he thought to himself wearily as he brought the horse to a stop at Elrond’s behest.

“I am saddened to see you go when there is much that weighs you down, Bard. It bears repeating that Thranduil and I are happy to help you if you are in need-”

“I’m not.” Bard interrupted abruptly, “I’m just tired and I feel as though I have taken up enough of your time as it is, gentleman. So, let me ride back out to Dale and rest. I promise that when you call for my return I will be well again and you can set aside your fears for my health." Elrond seemed taken aback at just how abrupt Bard had been, and had it been any other moment than this Bard would have already apologised.

The more space he put between himself and his supposed soulmates the better. Distance seemed to help somewhat, the age-old adage of ‘Out of sight, out of mind’ had been all he was able to cling to lately and it had served him well enough.

“Bard…” Elrond tried again to coax something from him but like a coward, he mounted his horse and offered a curt nod to the elf before he nudged his horse enough that it near leapt across the courtyard and through the gates.

Don’t look back, don’t ever look back, Bard told himself and he did not allow his horse to slow until they were deep into the wilds and the sun barely filtered through the trees, only then did he allow the pace to slow.

It would take him at least three days ride to get home and Bard used the time to muse, no, to erratically overthink his situation and in quiet moments he found himself rubbing the mark with his thumb.

Thankfully he was not disturbed by anyone other than travelling merchants on the road, but they mainly paid their respects to a king and moved on.

When he finally arrived home it was to very little fanfare. Both Bain and Sigrid were not there to greet him and Tilda was already distracted by something else, though she did gift him with a pleased smile and a long hug to welcome him home.

“I’m sorry Da, I have to get back to my studies.” She had explained as she turned away hurrying off toward their home leaving Bard, again, alone.

He had to take care of business before he could rest but paperwork held no appeal when the allure of sleep tugged at his consciousness tempting him to close his eyes while he sat at his desk.

Eventually, he gave up on trying to get anything in order in his study and instead left for his bedroom. As he walked he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to a passing staff member who whisked it away for cleaning. Sleep seemed to be the only way to rid himself of the horrible feeling building inside him.

A mix of anxiety and sadness welled up and Bard could only take a deep breath and try his hardest to will the feeling away. It was tight and cold in his chest a reminder that he was so far from those he was meant to be with.

Falling into bed was the only thing on his mind when he finally reached his room, a distraction had come in the form of Bain who had fallen into step beside him and walked him to his chambers chattering happily about what had happened while Bard was away. After bidding his son good night, he didn’t even bother to undress before climbing on top of the covers and passing out almost immediately.

The plague of odd dreams left Bard with only a short and fitful sleep, so when he woke up he was on edge, more so because there happened to be two rather familiar elves standing at his bedside.

Lifting a hand, Bard brushed his hair back off his face and blinked up at both of them with great confusion. Both elves, who had at first been smiling gently, seemed surprised by the sight of something, and so when Elrond leaned forward, to better inspect, Bard did not question him and allowed him to wrap slender fingers around his wrist.

Elrond sat on the bed and with a light touch traced the symbol on Bard’s wrist several times sending the king of Dale’s thoughts into a frenzied mess as he tried to form words to deny the mark.

“I suppose this would make sense of all our sorrow upon your departure, you left so abruptly and we were unsure why it had hurt so much.” Elrond’s voice was soft as he spoke and when he looked to Bard for a response none came.

How could he say anything now?

They both knew now that he had hidden this from them.

Were they disappointed in him or betrayed?

“Did you fear we would shun you if you told us?” It was Thranduil that had spoken then, he moved around the bed and sat on the edge of it with his back to both of them. His gaze was set to the window where sunlight streamed in with dust motes drifting in and out of the light like minuscule ghosts.

“My anger,” Thranduil paused clearly filled with unease, “Was it that which had you hide this from us?”

Bard scrambled into a sitting position, feeling Elrond release his gentle grip from his wrist, looking between the both of them wondering what on earth he could say to make any of this into a better conversation.

“No, no… I’m not afraid of either of you.” Bard let out a heavy sigh and tried to pick through his jumbled thoughts for something to say that would make sense, but regardless of what he said he knew it might hurt them.

“You and Elrond have been married for years, who am I to come between that and demand to be a part of your lives?” Yes, he had feelings of inadequacy and that he would address at some point, but he had to battle with the intensity of his imposter syndrome first.

The next thing to come out of Thranduil’s mouth was laughter, the surprised laugh of disbelief. As he turned to face Bard he gestured to the symbol on his own wrist.

“You have no idea what this symbol means, do you?”

“Do not make him feel bad, Thranduil.” Elrond began though he too also smiled as he tried to hide his amused laughter. “See how worried he was in telling us he likely did not think with logic.”

“Are you going to explain or just continue to make fun of my tiny human brain?”

The elves try, in vain, to stifle their laughter but Bard’s words did garner softer looks of apology from them once they had settled down a little.

Amazingly, he didn’t feel so very slighted at their words, they had never withheld knowledge from him before so it was only logical they would not now. It had always been something he had appreciated about them both.

“The marking on your wrist has the theme of three. Three lines overlapping into the shape of a pyramid, and three circles along all three sides. Do you understand now?” Thranduil asked and he reached over as Elrond had done earlier and traced the lines but all Bard understood was that it felt very nice when both the elves touched him softly.

“It means that we have been waiting for our soulmate, we were never supposed to remain as a duo. At last, it all aligns perfectly, three lines overlapping are our lives. The two that cross at the top are Thranduil and mine, the third line represents you and the long space of time from you meeting Thranduil and then me.” Elrond explained and it made sense to Bard now he understood because they had met each other first, he had then met Thranduil and after that Elrond.

“The circles’ represent us as individuals that belong together. That is why they are found along all three lines.” Thranduil finished.

They fell into silence for a short moment letting Bard take in the information.

Elation unfurled in his stomach like the wings of a bird readying for flight and Bard, at that moment, truly felt like he could fly. He could scarcely let the information fully sink in because his joy blotted out all his doubts like the sun blotted out the dark.

It was not that he was a piece that required to be wedged into a space that did not exist. No, there had always been a space waiting for him, a space in which he perfectly fit.

“We are so glad we finally found you.”

[teencorpse]

Best Friend

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by: @caitmcneill

Song inspo: Best Friend - Rex Orange County Summary: Sweet Pea and y/n have been best friends forever and tbh the cutest couple ever, but some people at Riverdale High could disagree.

a/n: oki doki here’s my first request yay!! I hope you like it, sorry if it’s not quite what you wanted, I had an idea and thought the simple stuff was super cute and makes a relationship strong. (p.s. requests are open, so feel free to give me something to write!)

(gif creds @always-klaus-forever-kol)

The teenage serpents were overjoyed when news that Southside High was being shut down. Aside from the prejudice that came with it, most were excited about finally getting an education. People would often think that just because they were hoodrats and gang members, that they couldn’t care less about school. It’s easy to say that my boyfriend Sweet Pea, was the most enthusiastic about the news. We’ve been friends since the beginning of our time. There’s countless pictures of us together in only diapers, covered in food, or him pulling on my hair which resulted in a very upset toddler me. Since then we’ve had our own fan club, rooting for us to end up together. From our parents, to random people on the street, to our best friends. Until one night at our very first high school dance. He had been my date since we were both going alone, and it only made sense. It wasn’t until a slow song came on, and we both had no idea what to do. It took me about thirteen years for me to realize how undeniably cute my best friend was. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way, but there was only one way to find out. I stood up on my tippy toes to place a very quick, nervous kiss on his lips. Still avoiding his eyes, I looked literally everywhere else, until I felt him kiss me again. As two fourteen year olds, it was just as awkward as it sounds, but since then we’ve been inseparable. Our parents weren’t surprised when we announced that we were finally dating. His parents won the bet that was going on between the two pairs. Go figure.

Fangs and Sweet Pea bounded through the graffiti littered doors of Southside High. Their boyish excitement nothing but contained as they showed their eagerness. Toni and I followed behind, snickering at their antics. Sweet Pea turned around, opening his arms out wide for me. I walked into his warm embrace before he swung me around until he was holding me bridal style. I let out a string of laughter, seeing him this happy made me happy.

“This is it baby! We’re outta this place!” He shouted, walking down the stairs.

“Good riddance, you filthy cesspool!” I yelled, my head falling back, still in Pea’s arms.

We laughed and joked around for awhile with a couple other serpents. I wasn’t a part of the gang, but we were all still extremely close friends, and we all looked out for one another.

When the announcement got out which school’s Southside’s former attendees were going to, relief but also a small tinge of anxiety resided in my friends and I. Tensions were already high between the Serpents and Bulldogs. Archie had basically broken his bread with his small rivalry with the Serpents via Jughead, but the same thing couldn’t have been said for his friends. Archie and his girlfriend Veronica (according to Jughead) Had set up a registration desk for all new incoming students, but Reggie Mantle and Cheryl Blossom had other plans.

“Listen up, ragamuffins! I will not allow Riverdale High’s above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms that are over crowded with… Underachievers,” The redhead began. I stole a look at Sweet pea, seeing him already growing frustrated. “So please, do us all a favor and find some other school to deface with your hardscrapple ways.” The lovely, and welcome hello from Riverdale High’s resident popular girl did not settle with Toni, as she stepped forward.

“Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?” Toni challenged. The crowds got closer together, ready to pull back members of their respective parties if they got too close.

“Okay guys, everyone, can we just put our Northside-Southside differences apart and start over? A new slate?” Archie suggested. He was trying to subdue the fire that was slowly building in everyone of us.

“You don't speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews,” Reggie added “And need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass.” Reggie stepped forward, trying to intimidate the group of serpents. His tactic was working because Sweet Pea pushed through crowd ready to ignite a new flame.

“Happy to finish what was started” Pea said sarcastically before Jughead pulled him back. I grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards me. My other hand reached up and started rubbing his back slowly, calming him down.

I wasn’t sure how it worked or why, but we found the fastest way to cool him off was just by rubbing his back. He took in a few quick breaths before returning to the group, not wanting to start too much trouble on the first day.

“Seriously y/n… Just think long term” Veronica said. Over the past couple weeks we had grown more accustomed to each other, having a lot of classes together and a mutual friendship through Jughead. “All I’m saying is that the whole bad boy thing is going to be out of style pretty soon” She added. I tried to my fullest capability to keep from snorting some kind of ruthless response. Sure my boyfriend wasn’t perfect, but at least he isn't illegally buying guns to take down a serial killer.

“Veronica… I understand your concern, but I love Sweet Pea with all the love I could possibly have, and I really do not give one single shit if, and when the bad boy trend is over.” I said, restraining myself. I know she didn’t mean to be rude, but she has a really bad way of hiding it.

“I think what V is trying to say is that she doesn’t want to see you get hurt. I’ve known Jug and his dad, and I’ve seen the inconsistencies and violence they go through” Betty added.

“Not to mention word is getting around that a Serpent and Midge were… y’know” Veronica suggested, raising her eyebrows.

Is she…?

I waved my hands in front of my face, trying to dispel their accusations. “Are you accusing my boyfriend of one, cheating on me,” I numbered on my fingers “and two, murdering Midge?” I whisper yelled, obviously offended. They just looked at eachother, not wanting to confirm their suspicions.

I just gave them a disappointed and heart broken look before walking into the classroom behind me. Their accusations stung, knowing that they could believe Sweet Pea would actually cheat on his girlfriend, and then murder his side chick. Sure he looked rough, and maybe grew up on the wrong tracks but he would never, ever do something as petty and juvenile as cheating, let alone murder.

The room was filled with serpents as they crowded around the desks. Jughead was at the front of the classroom talking about ghoulies coming back and having it out for the Serpents. It wasn’t hard to find Sweet Pea. He was leaning against one of the desks, arms crossed. I made my way over to him turning around to settle in between his legs, his arms wrapping around my waist. Jug kept talking about how the Serpents needed to be careful and prepare themselves for the ghoulies, until the door burst open, revealing a pack of Bulldogs. Pea immediately stiffened up, lightly shoving me behind him.

“Which one of you reptiles was doing Midge Klump?” Reggie demanded. The feud between him and Pea was an ongoing on battle, both refusing to surrender. “I’m guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.” He moved closer to the rogue Bulldog, pulling Jughead out of the way. My ears perked up, keeping a close eye on my boyfriend. Word sure got around fast. Archie was trying to get Reggie to back down, but to no use. If I know one thing, it’s to never get in between two boys fighting. Especially with one who actually knows how to fight.

“You ass. I didn’t even know Midge” He kept inching forwarded, trying to intimidate Reggie. “But yeah, I get why she wouldn’t want fleas from you mangy Bulldogs.” Two things Pea hated was being accused of infidelity, and a crime he didn’t commit based on his background.

And Reggie just did both.

Reggie was the first to make a move, initiating the fight. But as quick as it began, it was over. Both being pulled apart from each other once again. The Bulldogs dragged Reggie out of the room, leaving Archie behind. Veronica and Betty had joined making sure their boyfriends were okay once they gained word that a fight started. Pea shrugged Jughead off of him as he made his way back to where I stood, waiting for him. Archie and Jughead argued about Archies friends actions. Jughead offended that they infiltrated the one safe space they had on campus, and immediately claiming one of his own killed Midge. Archie wasn’t defending Reggies motive, but he wasn’t fighting it either.

“You’re just going to let them talk to us like that? To me? Accuse me of killing some girl I never even knew existed until a couple days ago?” Pea questioned. I started rubbing small circles on his back while his voice rose an octave. “You know damn well I would never even think about another girl like that! To do that to y/n?” He looked down at me, hurt.

I got a couple concerned looks from Archie, Veronica, and Betty while he went off. They were worried he was going to blow his top.

“Just let him get it out” I said softly, continuing to rub his back. It was easier and safer for him to get his anger and frustration out this way. Toni and fangs flashed some supportive smiles our way, watching Sweet Pea cool down. Eventually he sat down next to me in a huff, finally over his rant. He slung an arm around my shoulder and placed a chaste kiss to my head. I rested my head on his shoulder, still silently comforting him. This was our routine whenever one of us would get riled up. It was our thing, and it’s what makes us so perfect for each other.

“Hey, y/n!” I heard someone calling my name as I exited the school doors. I turned around to see Veronica rushing towards me. “I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I saw the way Sweet Pea reacted to what Reggie had to say, and how you two work so well together” She said genuinely. “I know I overstepped by accusing your boyfriend of y’know…” I let out a small chuckle.

“It’s fine V, I forgive you.” I laughed again.

“Oh thank God, I didn’t want to be responsible for breaking up Riverdale’s newest -second- most cutest couple” She joked. “Speaking of which,” She had a devilish look on her face “Double date tonight?” She asked with a hopeful smile.

I giggled a little, looking at my tree of a boyfriend goofing off with his friends in the parking lot.

“We’ll see”

[khicken121]

McSombra Week Day 3: Monsters and Myths

Yeah, so Oni x Zhuque ain’t gonna be done by Halloween, BUT definitely by Gency week (I’ll make it fit in one of the prompts, watch me)!

I had this fic done for over a month and NOW I GET TO SHARE IT!!! :D

With any luck, I’ll try to write out one or two quick drabbles for a few more days in McSombra week 2018. In the meantime, enjoy this!

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Characters: Jesse McCree, Olivia “Sombra” Colomar

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Van Helsing!McCree, Demon Hunter!Sombra, Fantasy Setting, Sliiiiiiight angst (not really), Fluff, Kissing, youdidntreadthelastoneshutup

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It was quite the hefty reward, McCree had to admit that.

His profession was dangerous. One his dearly beloved was against at times, but she knew how much he loved it, and she melted under his smile every time he was exhilarated from the hunt. Before every new target he went after, she’d give him a good-luck kiss and he’d promise her to return alive, healthy and in one piece. With the exception of any new bite marks, scars and scratches he’d occasionally come home with, his promise was fulfilled every time.

Until now, he never worried her too much. He was usually hired to kill off vampires, werewolves, failed sentient science projects and any other vicious beasts that would terrorize quaint villages or large kingdoms. But now, he had to fight a new monster. One that possessed a force completely foreign to him:

Magic.

McCree had encountered a fair number of demons in his younger days, but never had he actually managed to kill one. He’s dealt with enchantments and their aftershock, but never succeeded with the enchanter themselves. That was what worried her so much. McCree knew what was running through her head, and attempted to calm her.

“Darlin’, you don’t have to worry about me-”

“I know I don’t have to, but I still do! Jesse, what if it-”

“It ain’t gonna do nothin’ to me. I’ll come back, I always do.”

“I know, it’s just-” her sentence was cut off with a strong arm wrapping around her waist and a kiss to her forehead. She let out a deep breath and relaxed in his hold. “Please be careful.”

Once again, he promised her everything he has in the past, but with words unspoken.

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McCree made his way through the thick forest and travelled beyond what any of the locals dared. He had entered the demons’ domain, and now only sheer luck could save his soul, lest an ancient spirit granted mercy on him. Even if he was lucky enough for to receive such a fortune, the legends said that even the most powerful of Gods were fearful of The Shadow.

McCree has heard many tales of The Shadow. Despite nobody seeing more than an opaque black mist and many of their loved ones vanishing, then returning as lost and broken souls, he didn’t know much about the mysterious entity. Not the full extent of its power, nor its motives. Still, he brought the strongest weapon and ammunition he possessed. Better to be over-prepared rather than underprepared.

The rustling of leaves in the distance usually would have been disregarded as a rabbit or squirrel trying to outrun another animal, but when the rustling grew closer, he aimed in the direction of the noise. It grew louder and then eventually became replaced with footsteps. Accompanying those footsteps was a hooded figure with their hand grasping a weapon of their own.

Due to the heavy shadow the hood gave under the full moon, the only parts of their face that was visible to McCree was the tip of the nose and below, and even their mouth was shielded by a red scarf. It didn’t take him long to conclude this person was female from the form-fitting clothing they were wearing. They spoke, but their words were barely audible as they were filtered through the fabric covering their lips.

“What do you think you’re doing here? These are my hunting grounds,” they said threateningly. McCree could only guess what emotion their expression held, and his first guess was disgust.

“I’ll have you know that I was hired to come here. I have a meet ‘n’ greet with a beast, and I’m not leaving empty-handed,” he drawled.

“ ‘The Shadow’ doesn’t exist,” they told him. “Whatever reward you were promised, you won’t get it.”

“How did you-”

“You’re not the first person to come here in search of it. The real demon from those stories you’ve probably heard is The Reaper. Do you really think a bullet will stop the God of death?”

McCree glanced to the weapon in his hand, which suddenly felt very small. Even though he stood at a much taller height than whoever this person was in front of him, they definitely managed to make themselves seem much more powerful. McCree only knew one other person who was capable of that.

“Leave, Vaquero!”

Okay, that’s it.

He may not have known much about demons, but he wasn’t stupid, either.

He stepped closer to her. She raised her gun, but didn’t shoot. With every step McCree took, no shots were fired.

When the distance between them was short enough, he gripped the wrist of the hand holding the gun pointed at his chest. Her gloves were sturdy, but even through the tough leather, he managed to put enough pressure on that one place along her inner wrist.

Every demon’s weak spot.

Sure enough, within seconds, he could see the rest of her face, illuminated by her eyes which took on a bright, golden hue. The light of the moon was extinguished around them, but instead of black mist surrounding her, it was pure dark magic. Dark enough to consume a wildfire and effectively swallowing both of them whole. She winced in his hold. Her legs were slowly buckling under her as if the strength in her body was being drained. McCree knelt to her level and removed her hood. Her long hair flowing over her right shoulder like a waterfall silently breaking through a faulty dam. The glow of her eyes dimmed until he could vividly see her purple irises looking back at him. Hundreds of words and emotions swam through them as they just stared at each other in silence.

She expected him to be angry. He had every right to be. She kept this secret from him for so long and-

Her thoughts were cut off as the silk scarf was gently pulled down, revealing her entire face. She almost wished he would be angry with her, because it probably would have hurt a lot less than what he asked next:

“Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?”

She wanted to tell him everything. She truly did. But all it would do is place him into a position nobody deserves to be in. With no other alternative answer immediately coming to mind, she crashed her lips against his, their kiss mingled with her tears. They held each other’s embrace, the chill of the night not affecting the human in the slightest, for he had his demon keeping him warm.

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Ta-daaaaaaaaa… I’m bad at kiss scenes, but I tried... probably won’t be the last one I write, either. 

Blame itshigh-boop for getting me to freak out about this skin combo. Thanks to them, they got me from liking this ship to loving it. Tbh, this ship needs more love! Thanks for inspiring me, man! Happy McSombra week!!!

[bbhyuckie]

haechan x reader

class crush! au

words: 1.2k

genre: floof

warnings: second hand embarrassment 

this is self indulgent trash right here just keep that in mind

ok so

yall sit next to each other in second period

bc obviously this is a romance plot ok

and the two of you are taking a premed cass together

so youre lab partners all year

and like wow

you have the lA RGEST crush on him bc its hyuk ok

and like yeah obviously hes dumb and like flaps around frog legs during dissections 

and he never does the homework and asks you for it in the passing period prior

and never does his half of the lab so you have to do everything

but like??

hes still cute??? even tho if anyone else did that you would punch them in the hEAD

hes just always so sweet to you despite not knowing how to like,,,, function

he brings breakfast evey morning and at first you were like literally how can you have an appetite for anything as we are watching a cadaver tour on the projector

but like the boy brings good muffins and offers to share 

so you bond over that

which is great!!

and its like a weird crush where you only have that one class together

and sure you have mutual friends and all but like

you don't wave at each other in the hallway if you see each other

its like a friendship that is exclusive to when youre in class with each other you know??

which means you know really weird bits and pieces about him

like you know that his sister took the course a year before him and aced it with flying colors

and you know that he absolutely hates his english teacher that he sees right after he has class with you 

and sometimes the two of you war over share with each other over your breakfasts

and that's really why you like him

because he tells you things that make him seem less unattainable 

like how he really hates going to football games but he went to one his freshmen year and got spirit painted in the parking lot and made the school newspaper and has been drug along ever since

which might not be a big deal to some people

but he was like,,,, the face of the student body section at football games

and finding that out felt strangely intimate

because the two of you didn't even have each others numbers but yet you knew something youre sure he had only told a few people

and that made you feel special

and that part of why you had such a screaming crush on him

so prom season rolls around

and tbh you may or may not go bc like?? everyone has their preferences

but either way you definitely did not have a date

and hyuk brings it up in class one day as youre cutting a sheep brain open

and you say you don't have anyone to go with and might as well not go and the two of you just kind of leave it at that

and you typically wouldn't think anything of it

hyuk has never done anything to show that he reciprocates feelings for you before and tbh you are completely contented with admiring him over various embalmed animals

that is until youre walking down the hall later that day and you briefly make eye contact with hyuk

and normally it would be that

brief

but he has two other guys with him that are a l s o looking at you which is

weird

and theyre like smiling or whatever

so your ego takes quite the hit bc ok hyuk i get it you don't have a crush on me but do ya really have to laugh about me to your friends

and youre kinda mopey after that because

youch

so the day ends and youre ready to go home and pout and scroll through your blog when one of the guys that was walking with hyuck runs up to you

and that's when you realize that this is mark lee, valedictorian of your class, not just some guy

and your head is spinning bc like?? 1) hyuk is friends with the smartest guy on school?? and 2) your valedictorian was making fun of you with hyuk?

but mark jogs up to you and is like 

“hey! what’s up?”

and it is so domestic and platonic and easy going that it almost takes you back

because you literally haven't spoken to this kid since freshman year PE when you had to take him to the nurse for tripping over the hurdles

why tf is he so friendly????

“so,,” he says, clearly trying to fill the space that youre making awkward, “you’re friends with hyuk?”

and you kind of like laugh?? because yes obviously and wow this is getting more awkward by the second?? can someone turn the heat down in this building please?????

so you tell him yeah, you have a class together 

and then he asks you if you know who hyuk is going to prom with

and you rack your brain about the brief conversation you had in class that morning and you are pretty sure you heard him say he didn’t have anyone to go with

and mark gets this shit eating grin on his face and says thanks and runs away and youre like ????? ok

anyway the next day in class you kinda bring it up like “hey,,, so who were your friendos yesterday in the hall”

and his cute little cheeks instantly flush crimson and hes like

“oh that was just mark and jeno pls pretend they don't exist that would be ideal”

and so you drop it bc obvi hes uncomfy about it

and the rest of the class is cool

and the rest of the day is cool

so you get let out for lunch and you sit outside by yourself like you pretty typically do when your friends have clubs

and that's fine!! you like that!!! 

and you definitely don't expect hyuk to plop down right next to you on the grass

so you pull out your headphone and go “,,,hey?”

and he just smiles at you and wow your he A RT

and hes like “hey! i just saw you sitting out here and thought i would come say hey”

and ur like that's cool and all but you've literally never spared me a second glance outside of class that i know abt so what is ur motive

but apparently theres no motive???

and this happens for the remainder of the week until on friday he walks up to you but mark and jeno are behind him

(wow are you bitches ready for fluff i am)

and haechan is bright red already

the boy is embarrassed bc

ok youll find out

anyway mark walks up on one side and jeno is on the other

and mark has a sign that says “i’m no doctor, but you seem to be suffering from datelessness” 

and jeno has a sign that says “my prescription: prom?”

and hyuk looks up and catches your eye and hes so cute and flustered

and obviously you say yes

and he explains that he has had a crush on you since forever and that mark and jeno weren't laughing at you they were laughing at him not trying to make a move with you

and basically you wear matching red outfits to prom to commemorate the gory surgical videos that brought you together

the end

[fma-facts]

FMA Live Action Movie: Full Summary/Review

Alright, now that I’m home, I’ll try to give a detailed report on the FMA live action movie. All of this information comes from the premiere screening at Anime NYC. The movie has not been released in Japan yet, and there is no information about a publicly available U.S. release yet either. Also keep in mind that I have a bad memory and also wasn’t able to pay 100% attention during the movie because I was extremely uncomfortable the whole time due to the positions I had to sit on in order to see the screen as someone who’s Ed’s height, so there might be things I missed or remembered wrong, and a lot of this is fairly subjective. Anyone else who saw the movie is welcome to share additional comments!

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT.

First of all, it’s important to note that the plot is very different from the manga, and even from both anime. I know a lot of you will immediately start whining and condemning the movie over this, but I don’t think it’s in any way bad, just different. If you go into it thinking of it as an AU (like Crimson Elixir, etc.), rather than judging it on how well it adapts the manga plot, I think you’ll find it very enjoyable. The characters and overall feel of it felt true to FMA, and although the visuals didn’t look exactly like the anime, I think they had a wonderful charm of their own and a fantastic look that I really loved.

With that said, here's a basic plot summary/list of plot differences, as far as I can remember:

Ed and Cornello fought actually like, in the middle of Reole instead of in the church, and it was a lot more of a spectacle with a lot more destruction than in the manga/anime. Roy and co. also showed up towards the end, with Roy being the one to demonstrate that the Stone was a fake.

Winry showed up very early on, and stayed throughout the rest of the movie.

Elicia wasn’t in the movie; Gracia was pregnant at the time. Maes was assigned to some sort of internal surveillance mission at East HQ, so he and Gracia were given a house to stay in in East City for the duration of his investigation. The Elrics and Winry stayed with them for at least one night, I’m not sure how long exactly.

Roy wasn’t the one to introduce the Elrics to Tucker, but rather General Hakuro. I’m... still not exactly sure why..? I’m unclear on how much Hakuro knew and what his motives were at the beginning.

Additionally, Tucker was the one who told the Elrics about Marcoh. Ed and Winry went to find Marcoh, while Al stayed behind so Tucker could experiment on him. No, really! Ed and Winry knew about it, too. ???? And then Marcoh, uh, kinda got murdered by Lust while Ed and Winry were there.

While they were off doing that, Tucker did some sort of uh, mysterious coma-inducing alchemy that I’m still not entirely clear on on Al. He also was the one to prompt Al’s existential crisis, talking about alchemists planting false memories in humans; There was a moment where Al said Tucker’s alchemy was making him feel weird (his exact words were “hot all over” and later “dizzy”), and Tucker said, “Maybe it’s your soul rejoining your body... Or maybe it’s your fake memories being erased.” Because every good alchemist has no clue what their transmutations are actually doing, right? Thanks, Mr. Tucker! 👍

Hughes and Ross both helped Ed with his attempts to decipher Marcoh’s notes, but Al didn’t. Ed forbade Al from helping him because it was “dangerous”, and neither he nor Winry explained to Al exactly what Marcoh told them or what happened. ??????????????????????

After they shot Hughes, Envy transformed into Roy in order to frame him for the murder. Which was a pretty bad move on Envy’s part, since a. Roy, obviously, would know he did not murder Hughes, and b., Roy was the one Hughes had been calling in the first place, so he had a solid alibi. They also didn’t transform into Ross at any point during the murder; Roy was the one to say the iconic “Lieutenant Ross has a mole under her left eye” line during a later fight, which also seems to be pretty much the only reason she was in the movie at all. 

Lab 5 wasn’t just abandoned, it wasn’t even listed as ever having existed. Eventually they managed to figure out that it did exist, under the guise of a POW camp, which was also how they’d been getting the sacrifices for the Stone. 

Towards the end Tucker kidnapped Al and Winry and brought them to lab 5 and... I’m not entirely sure why..? Like, he was being all ~villainous~ and all that, but I don’t remember him actually having any purpose to any of that or doing anything other than being like “Look Ed! The government is doing human sacrifice stuff! Crazy, am I right?” And then I think he died or something, idk. I forgot.

Shortly after, General Hakuro showed up, and activated the mannequin soldiers (which were creepy as hell, by the way, definitely one of the most disturbing things I’ve seen in a movie in a long time). I guess he wanted to take over the military or something, I dunno, but unsurprisingly he got eaten. He basically played the role of both General Gardner and that one other general whose name I forgot who activated the mannequin soldiers, right down to the “Do you know why human transmutation is illegal?” speech (with Olivier in this case being replaced by Ed).

I honestly don’t remember what happened after that entirely, because by that point my legs were going numb and my ankles hurt and I had to just give up on reading the subtitles, but in any case Roy fought Envy and Lust. Also, remember when everyone was losing their minds over the scene where Al protects Riza from the flames like in the original Lust fight? Yeah, as I suspected that wasn’t Riza, it was Winry.

Roy actually pulled out Lust’s Stone and gave it to Ed. Then Ed did some weird thing where it seemed like he was going to use it to get Al’s body back, and he did go to the Gate, but instead of actually using it he just had the “Alphonse! I’ll come back for you! Wait for me!” scene, only Al’s body didn’t say anything and mostly just sat there with his hair covering his face. Then Ed came back, apparently having not done anything, and told Al and Winry what he saw. (This was immediately met with, “Really? You saw my body? Do I look good? Am I taller than you?” god bless Al and his ridiculous ego omg)

Some things I liked about the movie:

A lot of the dialogue was almost word for word straight from the original series, albeit sometimes in different contexts.

Far from being dry and humorless, it actually had some fantastic comedic moments that were very true to the manga. Some old running gags (Ed’s height, people mistaking Al for the Fullmetal Alchemist) were included, but never overdone, with less jokes repeated in the entire two hours or so of the movie than there were in the 30 minutes of the first episode of Brotherhood. The jokes felt very well integrated with the rest of the movie, too, although most of them were at the beginning with few jokes towards the middle and climax of the movie. My favorite joke was probably when Ed transmuted something ridiculous and ugly, as usual, and Al actually put his hands on his head in dismay at Ed’s aesthetic taste. Everyone in the room laughed at that.

The acting was fantastic! Everyone was great, honestly, I was going to give my favorite but that would just be all the major characters. That being said, it’s definitely clear how much effort Yamada put into trying to make his Ed true to the manga. 

Al’s armor looked just like the original, and even though he was entirely CGI without so much as an on-set stand-in, he felt seamlessly integrated with the rest of the acting. There’s even an entire fight scene between him and Ed that seemed totally flawless. I’m really in awe of how well they did Al.

The overall aesthetic was really nice, imo.

The movie was very character-driven, with a lot of focus on Ed and Al’s relationship.

There was a fantastic moment shortly after Roy was framed where Ed and Hawkeye were being held in a room, awaiting questioning, with armed guards posted outside. During an outside-the-room shot, Riza yelled “No, don’t! You can’t escape!”, and the guards rushed in to find the window open, but when they looked outside, nobody was there... and when they turned around, Ed and Riza were both standing behind them. The two of them immediately knocked the guards unconscious and made their escape.

Things I disliked:

The CGI wasn’t terrible (and like I said, Al was fantastic), but the realism wasn’t all that. It couldn’t hold a candle to most Hollywood films, tbh, which is sad. I wish they had better tech.

In some cases the plot felt kind of rushed and non-sequitur.

Rose didn’t appear, nor did any named soldiers other than Mustang, Hawkeye, Hughes, Hakuro, and Ross (who as I mentioned only seemed to be there for the line about her mole)... Yet for some reason the snack bar guy from Reole was there? Like, right down to the hat and moustache. I’m not complaining, I like him, but like... why did they include him but no other minor characters? Weird.

Although most of the characters were good, Roy felt very flat to me. It felt like he was weirdly serious and didn’t have a lot of character other than being The Military Guy, and there wasn’t really any discussion of his hidden depths, or his plan to become Fuhrer. His only funny moment was in Reole, when he looked at the ugly thing Ed transmuted and went, “What the hell did you create..?”

There were a lot of parts of the plot where Ed and Al were separated (or more accurately, Al was left out of what Ed and Winry were doing) for seemingly kind of half-assed excuses. :/

This is really nitpicky, but even though everything about Al looked perfect, his eyes were way closer to yellow-orange than red/pink like they’re supposed to be. It’s such a minor thing, but it wound up really bothering me and frustrating me a lot...

There were multiple scenes of Ed sleeping, yet none of them had him with his shirt pulled up and his hand on his belly. WHY, YAMADA, WHY. I THOUGHT YOU DID YOUR RESEARCH. SMH

Misc. things:

Ed had so much angst about Al it was almost laughable, tbh. 

Before the movie started, there was a pre-filmed message from Ryosuke Yamada and Hiromu Arakawa (with her face censored, of course) in which they discussed the movie. (From what I’ve heard I think it might be the same as the one that was shown at Anime Expo in LA.) Yamada talked about how hard it was filming with Al without having anything to actually look at, and Arakawa said it was so good she actually thought there had been a stand-in Al when there in fact wasn’t. She also said that her favorite scenes were, iirc, the fight between Roy and Lust and the fight between Ed and Al. She also said that the movie took events from early in the manga and expanded on them considerably, such as Tucker and Nina.

Also before the movie started, Fumihiko Sori spent a long time like... basically trying to placate the “Waaaah, but FMA is white people!” type of people. :/ 

During his Q&A, Sori said that he’d been a fan of FMA pretty much since it started being serialized, and that he always wanted to do a movie, but figured Hollywood would get to it first with their superior tech. It wasn’t until about 5 years ago that he thought that maybe Japan could really pull it off. He said that Arakawa gave him a ton of freedom with the script, and that she might actually be the person who most desperately wants a sequel, lol. When asked if there were other anime/manga he’d like to adapt into movies, he replied that there were, but he couldn’t say which ones.