Leftover Sales end November 4th

The Tastes of Amestris leftover sale will end at 10pm UTC on November 4th. That means there’s just one week left to secure a copy of the zine and/or merch items! For the final week only, use the code LEFTOVERS15 at the checkout for 15% off remaining stock!

https://fmacookbook.bigcartel.com/

Only 2 hours left until the shop closes for good!

i present u…. my art piece for @fmacookbookzine !!!

extras are still on sale here: https://fmacookbook.bigcartel.com/

All That Describes a Joyful Heart

At last I can finally share this! \o/

This Trisha/Hohenheim fic was written for @fmacookbookzine which you should absolutely go follow because they’ll be announcing leftover sales soon! It’s perhaps the best quality physical zine I’ve ever gotten my hands on AND it comes with oodles of lovely art, oodles of lovely recipes, and three other fics besides mine!

Me being me I have research hole notes to share but I’ll stick them all at the end of the fic. I hope you enjoy!

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Night fell hours ago, and with it came a cruel December wind that rattles the windows mercilessly in their painted frames. The old tree out front complains loudly, creaking and groaning its protests as it rakes its naked branches across the roof. But Hohenheim isn’t worried. That tree had already been a proud specimen the year he bought the land he eventually built this house on. Its roots grow deep. It’ll take a far more furious storm to bring it down than the one that threatens them on this, the longest night of the year.

There’s still a part of him that falters over how the years are measured here in the West. Many, many parts of him, to be more accurate; many thousands of his friends who grew accustomed to how a year is measured in far-off Xing, while so many more still cling to the lost ways of Xerxes. Before, long decades ago now, he had no home to call his own. He’d slunk away from the unwanted fame and fortune at the then-Emperor’s heel in order to find some semblance of peace amidst the ever-shifting sand dunes, and when that had only brought him renewed grief he’d traveled farther west, and farther still, all the while chasing….

Chasing dreams, he supposes. Dreams of peace and quiet, where half a million souls don’t natter at him endlessly. Dreams where he’s still human, still susceptible to the ravages of time as any other man. Bittersweet what-ifs and if-onlys.

But those dreams fell to dust, and less than dust, and eventually he came to a soot-blackened city of industry where people limped in on crutches and, after a time, strode out again on gleaming, impossible prosthetics. He met Pinako there in Rush Valley, some thirty-odd years ago now. Her raucous laughter and bawdy humor burrowed past all the walls he’d built around himself, and in the blink of an eye she’d grown dangerously dear to him. It came to pass that whatever she asked of him, he would do without question. It was in this way that she coaxed him time and time again to Resembool. For a funeral, for a wedding, for a birth, and once more to stay.

Well. He’d had no interest in returning to Xing, where they insisted on building ever-grander statues of him whenever he demonstrated an ounce of common sense. So why not buy a bit of land in the hometown of his friend, this mad inventor who dragged him over for a good meal and better drinks whenever she thought he’d been left to mope on his own for too long? Why not build a house there? Why not fill it with books, and shelves to organize them on? And even a monster like him would be wise to take care of himself, so why not fill the cupboards and pantry too while he was at it?

He’d never told Pinako the truth of himself. What he is, where he’s really from. Any of it. It’s not that he’s ever thought such truths to be too heavy a burden for her; rather that he’s always considered her a safe harbor away from such burdens. The Homunculus is out there, somewhere, and he’s certain it has terrible plans for Amestris, but here in Resembool he can laugh loudly at the dark and feel brave for a few moments of his long, long life.

“Cenz for your thoughts?”

Hohenheim blinks, and finds himself stood stupidly in the middle of his kitchen. His friends titter and tease, directing his attention to the dining table where there sits nothing short of a miracle; a young woman of incomparable kindness, cleverness, and beauty. Stubbornness too, for all that she hides it behind a soft voice and bright eyes. She’s refused time and again all his efforts to turn her away, to convince her to love anyone else but him. She’s too stubborn by half, twice as determined as that in her efforts to know and understand him for all his faults, and forgive him for them too.

There’s no other woman in the world like Trisha Elric. Of that, he’s certain.

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The FMA Cookbook Zine I got to participate in was a lot of fun! Here’s my full postcard I got to draw and the spot illustration for a spicy hot cocoa recipe! @fmacookbookzine

A spread I did for @fmacookbookzine ! Had a lot of fun designing this! Make sure to check out the other great pieces there as well ~!

“I want all my alchemists, current and former, to lay low for the time being while we reassess the State Alchemy program. I am here to ask what you want in return for your service and your discretion.”

Behind the reflective surface of his horn-rimmed glasses, Grumman’s eyes shift to the foot of Alphonse’s bed where Izumi’s cookbook sits open. “Your just deserts, as it were,” he adds with a smirk.

Alphonse doesn’t have to ponder what their plans are.

“All we want is to go home, sir, to Resembool,” Alphonse answers. He smiles to lighten the mood; loose skin pulls around the corners of his grin. “And I’d also like to see a few friends. Maybe try some of the foods from my list before we leave Central."

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Relationships & Characters: Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Izumi Curtis/Sig Curtis, Gracia Hughes, Elicia Hughes, Grumman, Winry Rockbell, Pinako Rockbell

Genre: Character Study, Post-Promised Day, Recovery, Just Deserts

Trigger Warnings: Underweight Character

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,967 words (Complete)

A/N: I'm incredibly excited to share the fic I wrote for @fmacookbookzine, Tastes of Amestris! Most of the desserts mentioned in the story have recipes in the cookbook. I owe a special thanks to the zine moderator as well as my betas, Tas and @vino-and-doggos. I appreciate kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes, and reblogs if you feel so inclined.

Since the zine has been out for a while now, I’m now allowed to post my contribution for @fmacookbookzine!!!

This project was a lot of fun! I received my copy a few days ago and I think it came out amazing!!! I’ve tried the red bean soup that I drew for and it was so good!!! I can’t wait to try the other recipes!! (p≧w≦q)

Since Fullmetal Alchemist is my all-time favorite manga and anime, I especially enjoyed working on this one!!! Not to mention I was lucky enough to been assigned to draw my favorite boi, Ling!!!! (ෆ`꒳´ෆ) ˡºᵛᵉ⃛

My illustration for @fmacookbookzine ❤

Hohenheim is one of my faves, so I had fun painting him and The Dwarf In The Flask enjoying some Xerxian Doogh (recipe by @rosenmarille )

That’s right I can finally share my full illustrations from the @fmacookbookzine! 

I still have no idea where that chibi style came from or where it went lol

My piece for @fmacookbookzine featuring Scar and Miles. The illustrated recipe was by @rosenmarille and it's Perian style chicken kebab and couscous salad! Yum!

My @fmacookbookzine​ delivery came today! Everything looks so great and I can’t wait to read through everything and try some of these dishes.

Also the back of the book is just fantastic, I think it’s my favorite part of the whole set