thank you roy

The wonderful and amazingly talented @careamorran completed this commission for me. She’s amazing, Jason and Roy are amazing.

I commissioned this for my fic I’m the fox you’ve been looking for which I should totally finish

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I’ve never spent so much time on any royai art before, and I’m really happy with the outcome! Tisiphon might have recognized the scenes, since they’re all from the wonderful fanfic she wrote FOR ME almost two years ago! Ever since then I’ve been wanting to honour it with fanart and I’ve never got around to doing it. Until now! I hope you like them, Tisi, there’s one drawing for every section in your story, and they all express moments of intimacy I really appreciate in fiction ´-` with that fanfic you literally fulfilled my fanwork wishes and I am so, so grateful for that <3

Bonus:

From octopuses to bats, Yzerman to Zetterberg, 25 season playoff runs to the end of an era. An arena who saw Howe and Gretzky face-off, Roy and Osgood leak blood, Vladimir Konstantinov return for a cup but never again on skates. Fans who watched Jiri Fischer collapse, the retirement of #19; #5, #9, raised to the rafters to watch over the Joe.

Thank you Joe Louis, for the memories, the games, and years where you held our hopes, dreams, blood, and victories.

synaesthetic  asked:

hi!! i just found your blog and am currently sobbing over your artwork. its breathtaking! youre really talented, and im so glad you love our military dorks as much as the rest of us. if this intrigues or inspires you, would you consider drawing roy and riza meeting for the first time? if not, i completely understand, just food for thought! have a wonderful day, and thank you again for your gorgeous art!

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FATHERS AND CHILDREN
“I’m searching for my father. 
If you are determined to block our progress…
Then you shall be moved!!”
  • Riza: *wears a dress for Hughes' wedding*
  • Maes: That dress looks great! I bet it'd look better on Roy's floor.
  • Roy: ...Are you hitting on Hawkeye...for me?
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Honestly though Riza he’s got a point >w<

I’m so sorry @theishvalanalchemist your text post deserved a much better comic ;_;

anonymous asked:

hi there!!!! i just finished fmab and fma and im seriously in love with the series!!! esp royai and im glad so many people agree with me. also your blog is one of the many i now follow and i love your work its very cute and very cool and youre amazing :3 can i request a riza trying her best to shave roy miustache and roy having to physically hold her off because he likes too much? thank you and i hope youre happy :>

FINALLY! A CHANCE TO GET RID OF THE ROYSTACHE!!

Roy! Stay still!”

“No!! It stays! Bradley had a mustache and so did Grumman! Fuhrers need to have mustaches! The stache stays! Ow! Get off!”

“Do you think anyone would still want you to be Fuhrer after seeing the monstrosity on your face?! THE STACHE GOES EVEN IF I HAVE TO THROW A FREAKING LAWNMOWER ON YOUR FACE ROY MUSTANG!!”

roy-mustbangbang  asked:

Royaiii and 27!

Royai - “I’m Pregnant”

“Before you kill me,” Riza says grimly, gingerly wiping her bleeding lip.  “Please just let me tell the Colonel something.  One last thing…please.”

Roy stiffens from where he is also bound to a chair, just across from Riza.  The slimy-looking man who had captured them makes a show of lightly stroking his chin in thought before saying, “you have one sentence.”

Roy feels a coil of apprehension settle in his gut.  His team was supposed to have been here by now, this entire mission was supposed to have been in their control.  But right now, he and Riza sit in this musty warehouse, bleeding, bruised, and seemingly about to die.

He lifts his gaze to meet Riza’s, and finds comfort in her warm brown eyes.  She gives him a look, one that he knows means trust me, before opening her mouth.

And nothing could’ve ever prepared him for what came out of her mouth next.

“I’m pregnant.”

Roy feels his jaw slacken, his eyes widen, and his entire posture slump.  That didn’t make any sense…his pain-glazed mind thinks hard for a moment before it clicks.

Just then, just under the satisfied and repulsive laughter of their captor, who is saying something about the irony of that sentence, or whatever, Roy can hear the faint sound of metal scratching within the lock.

Seconds later, the rest of his team bursts in, Havoc quickly using the butt of his gun to knock out the men as he approaches the leader, who he tells to step away from his superior officers, and put down his knife.

Within seconds, Fuery has untied Riza, who quickly comes over to him to untie his own ropes.

“Are you okay, Colonel?” She asks.

“Fine,” He replies.  “But what you said, Lieutenant?”

“The code-word, for when the guards were closest to the door.”

Roy can’t help the smile that’s spreading on his face.

“Havoc was outside for the past little bit, then?”

She nods in confirmation.

“But why that?” He gently grasps her wrist as she finishes undoing the knot, keeping her in front of him.

“Because it needed to be something noticeable from everything else, something that is entirely unexpected…”

“Not ‘I love you,’?” Roy whispers.

He watches as a quick shadow of embarrassment crosses her face before she meets his gaze.

“Havoc think that’s too reasonable,” she laughs quietly.  “He said we’re too obvious, that that would be expected.”

Oh.

Roy smiles softly and squeezes her hands.  Riza looks back to him and shoots back a quiet quirk of her own lips.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, Lieutenant,” he says, bending forwards to press a brief kiss to the corner of her lips, where a quick flick of a knife had caught her just slightly hours before.

“You too, Colonel.”

Too obvious, huh, Roy thinks as he watches Riza cross to where Havoc stands.

As much as he hates to admit it, but maybe the chain-smoking Lieutenant had a good point.

“Tell me later” is Royai speak for ‘Let’s make out later and celebrate that you’re not dead’.

Caught in the act

My very first fanfiction! I was inspired by @theysangastheyslew  ‘s (nsfw) comic for the Light/Darkness prompt and surprised myself by writing this! Just some cute Maes shenanigans for all your humor/fluff needs.

Riza and Roy had faced their fair share of situations where quick thinking was paramount and their ability to make split second decisions could mean the difference between life and death. They were both seasoned experts in subterfuge and secret communication. Their ability to work together like a fine tuned machine was unmatched, and they had yet to face a situation that they felt unable to turn in their favor.

Until this very moment.

The sound of their bedroom door opening had not been registered in the midst of their illicit activities, however the sudden flicking of the light had been unmistakable. Darkness turned to light, and Riza and Roy found themselves exposed. A few seconds was all it took for the Flame Alchemist and the Hawk’s Eye to locate the source of the disturbance, horrified as they found a pair of large, brown, inquisitive eyes.

‘‘Whatcha doing?’’

Caught with his pants down, both figuratively and literally, Roy sprang into action and attempted to cover his wife as best he could, deciding he’d rather be dealing with Furher Bradley and the corrupt higher ups of the old administration than the the child that bore his best friend’s name. How had he and Riza become so rusty at hiding the evidence of their fraternization? How on earth was he going to explain to his three year old son what was going on without traumatizing him for life? Roy didn’t know the answer to any of these questions. What he did know was that wherever he was, Hughes was surely laughing at Roy’s current predicament.

Riza stared at her son, mortified, as he climed onto his parent’s bed.

‘’How come you don’t have your jammies ana Mama why’s Papa sitting on you he’s soooo heavy he’s gonna squish you and Papa why are you touching Mama’s privates you said it’s inpropriate to touch someone’s privates hey how come you call your army guys « Privates » does that mean you’re not ‘sposed to touch them but you do anyway cause you’re the boss of them and why are you all sweaty and also I wet my bed and why is your face all red and also Mama can you read me a story because I can’t sleep’’

‘’Slow down Maes! How about you go pick a story for me to read and then I’ll give you a bath while Papa changes your sheets'’

This seemed to satisfy Maes and he climed off the bed and turned away. Hopefully Maes would forget what he saw while on his mission to find his favorite storybook. To his parent’s horror though, Maes proceeded to circle his parent’s bed, until he arrived at the pile of discarded nightclothes,

‘’I found your jammies!’’

‘’Thank you Maes’’

Maes picked up the pile of clothes and clumsily handed them to his father, took one last look at his parents,and left the room.

It’s been so long that I’ve drawn these two, I didn’t even know how to draw them anymore??? I think what inspired me was going through sugar-maffin’s tumblr again…ahh precious art!
I used one of these wonderful artworks by yoralim as a reference for the sketch at the bottom!