I am getting deeper and I am not controling the situation.
Remember when I fed the heteronis with Royai because I was trash from like 2012-2013, I remember. I also had a really gay Briggs comic ft. Riza and Olivier w/ special guest appearances by Hayate but then like, me happened and wow, it’s like “Pug, why won’t you just finish your goddamn projects?” Lol.
“We’re going to explore the outside world someday, right? Far beyond these walls, there’s flaming water, land made of ice, and fields of sand spread wide. It’s the world my parents wanted to go to. “
When I was a kid, I thought Zootopia was this perfect place, where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, real life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means—hey, glass half-full—we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what type of animal you are—from the biggest elephant to our first fox—I implore you, try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.
(happy birthday @grumpybilbo ♥)
“I want to entrust everything to Eren. My dream, my life, everything…what I can abandon now are only these. If it’s Eren, he’ll definitely reach the ocean, and he will see it on my behalf.”
and it t a k e s
I had a really fun time hanging out with some of my friends last night and talking about the One True Pairing™.
Fullmetal Alchemist asks!
Royai Week Day 3: Stars
As he looks at the path of destruction he carved with his own hands he wishes that he could paint a galaxy across her back instead. A constellation following her spine and beautiful hues of blue and purple spiraling from her shoulders down to her hips. He would snap his fingers and stars would spray from his touch. He wants to see the universe on her skin.
Recall
Royai Week 2016: Day 5 - Music
A/N: I wanted to experiment with the idea of a reincarnation AU where Roy and Riza have some hunches of their past lives, so I decided to tie that to the music theme.
The wooden bench creaked as Roy fell on it, the sun's warm rays hitting his face. The day's weight slowly fell from his shoulders and he allowed his eyes a moment's rest, closing them and letting out a content sigh. His coworkers had made the day a pain to get through, which, for the record, was nothing new. Every Friday, they seemed to only stay at work for the whole day so they could figure out new ways to make “harmless” tricks to one another, and way too often for his liking, it was Roy who fell victim to these tricks.
I live for cheesy pick-up lines🔥
Royai Week 2016 // Day 5: Music
We learned how to speak without whispering our secrets out loud. Notes are letters off our tongues. This is the air in our lungs.
Hear my confessions by taking my hand. Every beat of your breath is all I understand. The song playing is one that we both know. I will lead, and you follow.
We’re victims of passing time with decades in our eyes. We’re immortal in this song. Here, we’re safe. We belong.
We’ll always have this place, and the notes etched to your face. Unsaid words can never be erased.
lyrics inspired by @stupidsexymustang‘s beautiful fanfic You Lead I’ll Follow.
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Rose-colored Lips
A/N: Day Two of Royai Week is here!! Here is my contribution for the second prompt: “Color.”
If he hadn’t the self-control, Roy’s cheeks would have turned the same striking shade of pink as the lip print that stained his pristine white collar.
The moment Roy Mustang finished scrawling his signature onto the dotted line beneath the report he had been working on, he promptly dropped his pen and sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and tipped his head back. After another grueling week of nonstop meetings and reports, he was ready to welcome the weekend, despite the fact it would be just as fast-paced as the week it trailed.
Though Roy couldn’t be happier with the notion.
Because instead of a Friday night mission similar to the ones his team had been assigned to for the past month, the night that would begin in just a matter of hours would consist of drinks, dancing, and fine dining. He had never been one to get too overly excited about the annual ball hosted by Eastern Command, but what he found this time around was that he actually was. Though he mainly attributed it to the fact that he had been given a sneak preview of a gown a certain blonde Lieutenant would don…