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Made this one some time ago and had the HONOR of collabing with my dear friend @royai who wrote this AMAZING piece!

Love u Katie :3

After Dark

by @royai

It came as a surprise to Riza Hawkeye that the light could be as fearsome as the dark.

It never occurred to her that trouble could exist in the thin space between the two, that it should preserve itself there for a hundred years, maybe longer, and wait. She imagined herself as a girl asleep in her bed, moonlight slanting through her four-paned glass window, a ferry for the monsters and the things that were worse than monsters. Children checked under their beds and inside their closets, refused to venture into cellars and attics, thought of warding off the unknown with fat oil lamps and candles melting into their brass candlesticks. That things with spindly arms and bodies blacker than ink could use light as a conduit for their demented games… 

That they could touch her, even…

最終巻でますますおばみつの虜になりました🐍🍡

Daughters of alchemy

While it isnt art of the fic itself, I couldnt take @tsaritsa‘s amazing fic Don’t let my ink fade off my mind while drawing it and you should all read it too:

dejected, a hermit, unsmiling and generally cold. stuck in that house. sequestered away. no family, no fortune. unkind. 

and i think about how easily she gave herself to the military. how the military was something her father clearly hated, and about how riza, young and afraid of being anything like her father, latched onto the very opposite of what he was. she took in the ideals he hated hoping to do something he hadn’t done. to change the world, to be more than a hermit, a broken scholar, a crude father, daughter. 

and then i think about how, after ishval, riza realized she had become something so other from her father. he was abhorrent, no doubt, but he was not a mass murderer. he was not a genocidal soldier. he did not bend so far into naivety that he became a war criminal.

it must have hurt her then to realize that in her fight for freedom from her father, for individuality and kindness, she turned into a thing far worse than him. he was right, in a way, that the military was no place for alchemists. he was right to scorn it.