The Confession (Royai/3Chaps/MORE fluff) A valentine’s day fic where Roy is a jealous dork and omg Royai heated argument was one of the best things I could have written.
Death (Royai/5th theme of the 100 challenge/ Fluff-hurt-comfort) HAHA first one that’s not entirely fluff. I love thinking of ways Roy could help Riza lifted the literal burden that’s on her back, because it probably torments her a lot? maybe? Idk I just love it.
Naming the Hero (TrishaxHoho/One shot/ FLUFF go figure) I love them so much omg. I love to think about a pregnant Trisha teasing Hohenheim too. and kdfghdsjkg.
Gunshot (Royai/2rd theme of the 100 challenge/Fluff-ish) I’m a sucker for adding onto sexual tension ok. Drag me. dfgsdh
Came for the fae lore, stayed for the way you, well, put words together, cause you can write 20k about controlling the algae in a home aquarium, and I will read it all, cause the way you write even simple responses to ask makes me go 'wow, I can listen to this person for hours and hours'
…I’m pretty sure that I’d put myself to sleep writing 20k about controlling the algae in a home aquarium but you know I’m pretty sure that Augus would be pretty interested in the subject too. In fact… *squints at you*
(And ahhhh omg thank you so much anon <3 glad you enjoy the way I put words together!)
Re-watching Avatar The Last Air Bender has brought on a cavalcade of so many different emotions for me, but one of the most important is that Avatar is largely a show about love, change, growth and forgiveness- and to think this profound message came from a “kids” show.
This show will always be relevant and always be meaningful in a world that is filled with so much judgment and hate.
ok i drag greek a lot, we all do, but do you ever just get that romantic feeling while you are struggling through it? Like you are translating a dead language and you don’t know who is speaking but it is like catching whispers behind a curtain, the voices lost and indistinguishable but the words remain, a shadow play of light without heat from stars now dead and light years away, snatches of things in a language no one learns on their mother’s knees anymore, foreign phrases and idioms in strange orders that sound more and more natural the more they appear to you - “Truly, you speak?” “Why indeed?” “I do not understand what you say” “I suppose” “To be one, or two?” Watching these words drop like pebbles and pass through other centuries, other decades, other languages and transcriptions, as blurred as they are illuminated.