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shaking for royai

Riza struck the flimsy match on the side of its wooden box, her breath hitching as it caught fire. She held the match between her fingers for a moment, watching intently as the flame danced brightly in the fading evening light. She had swiped the unattended matchbox from the mess tent on a whim, and had walked as far from camp as she dared, desperate to distance herself from the day’s terrible altercation.

Can you honestly tell me, in that split second when you take down an enemy, you don’t allow yourself to feel the slightest tinge of satisfaction and pride in your skills?

Kimblee’s hoarse voice echoed in her ears, and she dropped the match into the sand. Muttering a curse under her breath, Riza reached into the box, clumsily searching until her fingers found purchase on the slim piece of wood. She pulled out the match and lifted it with trembling fingers.

Well, Miss Marksman?

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“Survivor: Not Amestris” - Finale (Part 2 + Reunion Show)

16 castaways. Two tribes. And now they’ve been narrowed down to two players. Which of these FMA characters will be the sole survivor?

The Final Two: Roy Mustang and Greedling
The Jury: Winry Rockbell, Alex Loius Armstrong, Fuhrer Bradley, Rebecca Catalina, Jean Havoc, Olivier Mira Armstrong, Riza Hawkeye, Lan Fan, Edward Elric

Jeff Probst braces his hands against the edge of his dressing room’s vanity. He stares at his reflection and says, “The winner of Survivor: Not Amestris…” He shakes his head, then tries again, with new verve, “The winner of Survivor: Not Amestris–”

“Jeff Probst.”

The Survivor host looks to the doorway where Alfons Heiderich stands with a clipboard, elegantly dressed in pressed pants and a nice blazer provided for him by the network.

“Heiderich,” says Jeff Probst. He looks down at the vanity’s surface. “After this, you’re going back to your canon. Is that right?”

“Well, duh,” says Heiderich. “No offense, Jeff Probst, but you and the author have treated me horribly from my first introduction. I’d be an idiot if I stayed.”

He enters the room, setting his clipboard down on a table laden with the finest Swiss chocolate, two Edible Arrangements, and an assortment of Mardi Gras beads. Gifts from fans and CBS.

“Sir,” Heiderich says. “It’s almost time for the show to start. You have to read the winner. The readers of this fanfic had to sit through nine thousand words of melodramatic garbage last chapter. You owe this to them.”

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What do you mean this isn’t canon? Anti-Fraternization law? What are you talking about? Basically, Al and Mei are back from Xing, and Ed volunteered to take them to Roy’s office for some Xing-related business.

AHH, finally finished this! Wanted to post this last July 7 as a gift for myself but nope. Many thanks to @pahndah who’s been so patient with me on the anatomy ;u; as well as my FMA trash bbs @swordbreaker and @thecoolandspicyotaku for helping me with the ranking of Riza and Roy! (who’s already a Colonel and a General, respectively. I also hope you notice the uniform exchange) I know nothing, as in nothing, about the Military, so v many thanks to you two! (all uniform mistakes are mine!)


Anime aesthetics: Team Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)
Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. Here at Central Headquarters, there was a band of brave soldiers, all willing to make that sacrifice in the name of peace. This is a tale of love and courage. A tale of the Flame Alchemist, Colonel Mustang, and his loyal team.