I absolutely loved this fic, it’s become my favourite fic for this pair, and I absolutely believe //everybody// should give it a chance. I don’t have enough words to praise it, so, this is my little thank you to @delicadenza for bringing this world and these boys to life ;;;;
Would you have an issue with PP if they didn't do abortions? Not that that isn't a big deal, I don't mean to sound dismissive. Like there are some clinics near me that offer low cost/free reproductive care (mamograms, IUDs, hormones for trans people, hormonal birth control ect.) but don't offer abortion. Or is your issue with all birth control and not just abortion? (This isn't meant as a "gotcha" I'm honestly curious)
I think PP needs to be shut down because abortion is a barbaric practice that results in someone dying.
When it comes to the matter of birth control, here’s my deal: I don’t like it. I hate what it does to our culture and would be perfectly happy if everyone stopped using it, or if it quit becoming available.
That being said, I don’t mind non-abortion clinics for such things as vigorously because while birth control is hardly good, it doesn’t kill someone. There’s no legal reason to say they can’t exist, so I won’t touch them. They do provide a host of other good services as you mentioned, which is another reason I don’t mind them as much.
In short, I don’t like how birth control is considered a “medical need” now, but I’m not out to shut down clinics that offer it. I’d be happy if they quit providing it. I will actively seek to educate people on why it’s bad. But I won’t actively seek to close such clinics.
I’m finally done with it! It took me some time but I’m finally done with it. It’s a little bit crooked but I love that about it. It’s not perfect and quite full of default but I’m kind of proud for a first project. And I love it anyway. I’m still searching for a name though. Got idea?
Honestly, I’m kind of happy with the result on the head. The eyes are even and the nose quite well done which wasn’t easy. You can see how crooked/twisted it is, leaning on the side.
Look at the tail! I hesitated for some taie about the pattern but I thought this one was a good idea!
i’m only a man with a candle to guide me i’m taking a stand to escape what’s inside me a monster, a monster i’ve turned into a monster a monster, a monster and it keeps getting stronger
The air between them is frigid and uninviting, and it makes Roy shudder unnaturally. This is Ishval, and the molecules around him should be moving quickly, knocking around and making him sweat buckets. This is Ishval, and he should be burning up, just like all those people he killed. This is Ishval, and he should be dead. He wants to be dead. But instead, he is once more donning those gloves he needs and hates, and his stomach churns at the thought of what he has to do.
Over the past few months, he has seen more death and suffering than he ever bargained for, and the worst part was that it was at his own hand. The stupor he’s been in is deafening and silent all at once, and the nonexistent, yet persistent buzzing in his ears places a lump of scorching iron in his throat. He sometimes wakes at night and finds himself scrubbing at his hands, and has lost count of how many times he’s drawn blood. Luckily for Roy, the gloves he wears hide the rawness of the scratches his frantic fingers create.
Now those fingers are clenched tightly into fists, and he is steeling himself for what he knows he must do, for both of their sakes. Roy fights against himself to drain every drop of fear, every ounce of anguish from his body. He’s determined not to feel a thing, to not experience one ounce of pain as he defaces the girl he once loved. If he let himself feel even a little, he would not be able to do it. Killing the Ishvalans had not been easy by any means, but this? This was impossible.
“Major Mustang?” Hawkeye asks, and her voice is quiet, but confident. “I’m ready.”
“Do not fear, my dear rogue,” the elf replied without turning around. He held his hands out in front of him, crossing one wrist over the other and flexing his fingers. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he said. The air of the chamber shifted then, the otherworldly light throwing shadows every which way. Lucien’s hair floated up in some nonexistent wind, as a blinding light formed in his hands.
Finished this illustration of Lucien! I’m trying to be more intentional about the features I give my characters, so I made sure to gather references of a specific ethnicity–for Lucien, it’s Japanese (even more specifically, the model Daisuke Ueda) and I’m quite happy with the result!