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Roy/Ed Weeks, Events, Challenges, Whatnots

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Celebrating fried shrimp 24/7/365.25. This account is no longer active. Thanks for all your participation over the years! It will remain online as an archive.
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Anonymous asked:

Will there be a royed week for 2023?

I'm afraid I'm not planning to run any more FMA events at this point.

The good news is that running ship weeks (or similar events) doesn't take any special skills or any kind of magic. All you need is a blog and the willingness to give it a try. :)

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Posting doesn’t stop until you say so! :D

Hi, folks! Thank you so much to everyone who has participated in 520 Bingo this year!! ♥♥♥ It’s always such a joy to see new content, and you’re all so creative and always take the prompts in amazing directions I never expected.

If you’re still working on some fills, never fear! Feel free to keep sharing whenever you finish them up (or to share something that’s only partly finished, if you want!)

I’ll post a roundup of the tags/etc. soon, but I’ll keep checking here, on Twitter, and in the AO3 collection for a while after that, so no rush! ♥♥♥

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tierfal

A significant amount of time in this fic is spent drinking tea in the evening, which is completely unrelated to the fact that I am, currently, at this very moment, about to go drink tea in the evening.

My last fic for 520 Bingo @royedpalooza! ;A; This one happened very fast on a bit of a whim, so I’m glad I was able to eke it in. ♥

Ed pushes his left hand up into his hair, which smears soot all over his forehead.

“Am I dead?” he asks.

Roy’s mouth doesn’t seem to be working.  Neither does his throat, or his lungs.  Something of a conundrum.

Ed extracts his fingers from the ashy, oily, matted mess and waves his hand.  He’s looking at the blankets of the hospital bed, not at Roy.  “I don’t mean—dead-dead.  I think that only works in the other direction.”  Roy hopes, well-aware that the effort is entirely doomed, that if he stands still for long enough, some of this might start making sense.  “I mean… on paper.  Here.  Am I dead, or just missing?”

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tierfal

So this is for 520 Bingo @royedpalooza, for the “Since when?” prompt, but I am curious if anyone had “Tierfal writes Breda/Havoc because of ??? reasons ?????” on their general 2022 bingo sheet. I sure didn’t! XD

It’s such a gorgeous day that they don’t even make it halfway down the front steps of HQ before they both give in to the urge to sprawl on the white marble and sunbathe in the last of the light.

Heymans props his elbows up on the step above him and kicks his right leg up over his left knee, swinging his foot.

“Ten thousand cens,” he says.  “Final offer.  Last chance.”

“No way,” Jean says.  At least he turns his face away before he blows the cigarette smoke skyward.  “You know who bets that kind of money against the likes of you?”

“Stupid people,” Heymans says.

Jean points the glowing end of the cigarette at him.  “Exactly.  Even if I had the cash to burn—c’mon.  If anybody could get—” He pauses and glances around them, but Hawkeye proceeding down the stairs with her arms full of files is the only soul in earshot.  “—Mustang and Fullmetal to finally stop dancing around it, it’d be you.  So like hell am I gonna bet against you on some shenanigan like that.”

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Anonymous asked:

Have you seen the cupcake/muted phone tiktok from @jeenie.weenie? I instantly thought of Ed and Roy XD

OH NO 😂

omg edited because I found the video and linked to it, but APPARENTLY tumblr didn’t LIKE THAT and just ATE IT. XD

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tierfal

A little ditty for the modern AU prompt in 520 Bingo @royedpalooza! y e e t

Roy feels like a ghost—incorporeal, transparent, disconnected.  Excised from what he recognized as his own life and his own time.  People look past him and through him, which makes sense, because he’s not sure that any of this is real.

He wants a drink.  He wants to wrap both hands around a cold glass of something and feel the condensation on his skin.  He wants to be sure that objects won’t just pass right through him.

It was a grave—ha—entrepreneurial oversight not to put a bar directly across the street from the hospital.  They’d make a killing, or a dying, or both of the above and quite a lot of tips to boot.  Is there some sort of prohibition in the zoning?  That sounds like exactly the sort of thing that some well-intentioned paperwork-pushing civil servant would impose on ordinary citizens who just need a fucking drink, now, please, oh, God

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