FMA Big Bang

Hello everyone!! It’s the month of Halloween and I’ve been using a lot of my favorite horror aspects inspire me for a Horror AU within, a mostly cannon, Brotherhood continuity.

How can fear control not only men, but an entire country? How does one man manage to set the stage for what could truly happen? 

I’ve always loved to dabble in the horror side fo things, as a huge nerd of Resident Evil, The Evil Within, and Silent Hill and other horror games, but I wanted to see how would the characters in the world of FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood would contend with real fear put right in front of them.

Come join not only me but @art-and-jazz @shelbychild for what we’ve been crafting together for the past few months!!

Here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come for October 3rd:

Man never wanted us to become monsters; however, looks like we’ll have to become them in order to win this fight.

         Why did so many people of Amestris have to suffer because of twisted madmen and the science they believed in? Why did they want to discover how the human body could evolve from a tremendous amount of pain? Who was the real monster in the end?

[ID: a close-up of a gun, stylized in such a way that it looks like light chalk on a black background. The shadows are very stark. We can see what looks like a hand holding the gun.]

A sneak preview for @fmabigbangs! For @ironbiohazard03. A quick preview of her fic:

Man never wanted us to become monsters; however, looks like we’ll have to become them in order to win this fight.

Quick preview of my piece for FMA Big Bang 2021, featuring a Hades and Persephone-esque Lan Fan and Ling.

Art done by the amazing @doldoodles!

Excerpt:

Spring doesn’t look up from her weaving, but he can see the smile form. “Lord Hades. That’s what I knew her as anyway.” A plum blossom drifts down and lands on her shoulder. She doesn’t seem to notice. “I don’t know what else to say. You and I are spring. We’re life. Our pairs are the opposite. Whether that means winter or death, or the afterlife is up to interpretation.”

He must look panicked because she pauses her weaving just long enough to pat his knee. 

“Don’t look so scared. It’s not as bad as it sounds. My Hades was the sweetest woman around, no matter her domain. Just remember, we’re not meant to go at this alone. You’ll get through anything together.”

“Will we be friends?” he asks hopefully. He doesn’t have many of those.

“I don’t know. Most are, at the very least. Others are lovers, some more like siblings. The Spring I met had been raised by their Winter.” She shrugged. “The only guarantee is that you’ll find each other.”

“Tick.

Tick.

Tick.”

A partir de 3 de Outubro começam as postagens da FMA Big Bang 2021 (@fmabigbangs) , que se trata de uma enxurrada de conteúdo produzido de fã para fã. Essas imagens são uma provinha dos desenho que fiz com base na história de @roseofbattles que explora o passado da Riza antes das aventuras dos irmãos Elric. Em breve mostro aqui o resultado ;)

the team:

my stunning co-author @darlinglissa; our talented artists @lordacies and @astronomiaa ; and our beloved betas, @royai and @faithful2kh!

synopsis:

Ed always thought it was weird, that Truth didn’t take more from them.

The ultimate taboo! And all they lost was a few limbs and a sense between them. Lucky, if you ask Al. Suspicious, if you ask Ed.

There was also something in what Truth said. The way Truth looked at him. Al says he doesn’t remember a second of the Gate, but Ed remembers it all in bright, excruciating detail. Which means he can’t ask Al if Truth said the same to him; can only turn over his own conversation, examining it from every angle.

“You’re lucky. That an arm from you is worth so much.”

It makes him wonder.

--

A series rewrite exploring the possibility that Ed & Al are part philosopher stone. Featuring deaf!Al and shenanigans.

excerpt:

it's fma big bang promo time!! @shelbychild and i have been working on our fic since march, and we're so so so excited to finish it and share it with everyone!! a special thank you to our artists @lordacies and @astronomiaas as well as our betas @royai and @faithful2kh!!

promo q's:

what helped inspire this project?

this piece of fanart was found in january when i was On My FMA Bullshit, and seeing pride!ed made me :shakingeyes: and i went to scream at shelby, who said "oh yeah homunculus au is a fun one!" and then we both said. yes. ok. this could be something. and now it is!

what has been your favorite part of the project?

writing fma for the first time! i'd never written for it before this, and exploring the characters' voices and mannerisms was a really fun time, especially in our au.

did you attempt anything new or different for this project?

yeah, writing with shelby!! we've been friends for a while but never co-wrote until this fic. it's been a BLAST for this bang, and we actually plan to co-write together for the @teenwolfbb, @batfam-big-bang, AND @invisobang bc we're a whole circus.

synopsis:

Ed always thought it was weird, that Truth didn’t take more from them. The ultimate taboo! And all they lost was a few limbs and a sense between them. Lucky, if you ask Al. Suspicious, if you ask Ed. There was also something in what Truth said. The way Truth looked at him. Al says he doesn’t remember a second of the Gate, but Ed remembers it all in bright, excruciating detail. Which means he can’t ask Al if Truth said the same to him; can only turn over his own conversation, examining it from every angle. “You’re lucky. That an arm from you is worth so much.” It makes him wonder. -- A series rewrite exploring the possibility that Ed & Al are part philosopher stone. Featuring deaf!Al and shenanigans.

excerpt:

I had the pleasure of doing an art piece for

@justanotherghostwriter and their cyberpunk AU!

Here is a snippet of the fic and a crop of my art!

As the kid’s arm once again became a sword and he advanced to where Ling was springing to his feet, a ringing voice suddenly filled the space. _“Stop destroying the house.”_

Ling’s eyes snapped to the sound, his sword at the ready to block any attacks that would be launched while his attention was half stolen. But the kid stayed still in his periphery. Mustang, in rumpled old clothes, stood at the end of the hall with two of his team – the woman and the white-haired man – on either side. His subordinates had white-glowing handguns raised at Ling and Lan Fan, and Mustang had his infamous gloves on. Their glow was near indistinguishable; they looked like poor fashion choices instead of some of the most lethal weaponry on the market; a deadly secret that many would sell far too much to get hold of. They, like the rest of Mustang, hid in plain sight.

Coming to an AO3 link near you on October 3rd: my year-long labour to mash Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood with elements of Leverage and the cyberpunk genre. Somehow, I got lucky enough to be paired with both @cyborgartalchemist and @sitdoodles, two wonderful artists.

I had the pleasure of doing an art piece for

@justanotherghostwriter and their cyberpunk AU!

Here is a snippet of the fic and a crop of my art!

As the kid’s arm once again became a sword and he advanced to where Ling was springing to his feet, a ringing voice suddenly filled the space. _“Stop destroying the house.”_

Ling’s eyes snapped to the sound, his sword at the ready to block any attacks that would be launched while his attention was half stolen. But the kid stayed still in his periphery. Mustang, in rumpled old clothes, stood at the end of the hall with two of his team – the woman and the white-haired man – on either side. His subordinates had white-glowing handguns raised at Ling and Lan Fan, and Mustang had his infamous gloves on. Their glow was near indistinguishable; they looked like poor fashion choices instead of some of the most lethal weaponry on the market; a deadly secret that many would sell far too much to get hold of. They, like the rest of Mustang, hid in plain sight.

(id in alt text)

don't you dare look away

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Racism, ableism, violence, genocide. Individual chapters will have content warnings at the beginning.

Summary: Roy Mustang grows up as a Xingese child in Amestris, where utility is everything. An ownvoices Xingese Roy fic, and a pre-canon character study that follows him from his childhood to his war crimes.

Excerpt:

[Context: In this scene, Roy is five years old. His mother's still alive.]

Mommy’s eyes grew sad. “No,” she said. “He wasn’t.”

Why was she sad? Roy should do something to cheer her up. He picked up a stick and crouched by the riverbank, drawing letters in the dirt. R-O-Y. “This is my name!”

Mommy smiled and crouched down beside him. “Yes, it is!”

She picked up another stick and started etching something interesting in the dirt: 王冲

“What’s that?” Roy asked.

“It’s my—it was my name. In Xing.”

“What does it say?”

“Wáng Chōng.” She pointed to the first character. “This is my family name, Wang. Do you remember what it means?”

“It means king!”

Mommy smiled. “Yes!”

Roy brightened at the praise.

She pointed to the second character. “This is my given name, Chong. You see those two dots? They represent little droplets of water. Chong means to wash away. In Xing, we sometimes choose names to bring good luck to our children. My family was going through some rough times when they had me, so they named me Chong to wash away our bad luck.”

“What about Julie Mustang?”

“Mustang comes from your father. And I chose Julie because I just liked it.”

Roy cocked his head, thinking. “Why not Chong Mustang?”

She laughed. “Well, for one thing, everyone would pronounce it like Chah-ng. And that sounds exactly like the Chang clan back in Xing— I wouldn’t want to be mistaken for a noble, and in a different clan no less!

“But the important reason is that I’m in Amestris now, and I need to be Amestrian. I don’t look like them, but I need to follow their customs and their rules so that I can fit in as much as possible.” She stared at the river, seeing something that Roy didn’t. “I guess I needed to wash away what happened with my clan, the reason I had to come here. And I needed to wash away the foreign parts of myself so you can be a good Amestrian citizen with a good life.”

Mommy dipped her hand in the river, splashing water over the strange characters. Her name washed away.

~~~

Thanks to @miakwat my amazing beta and @spoopy-sloth @wawayu my incredible artists!!

Countless artists and writers have worked together this year to bring you something wonderful to celebrate this anime series that has brought us happy memories we fondly recall, and at the same time- has emotionally smacked us with a baseball bat time and time again.

With this- I bring you previews of the art, and a little description of each scene you’ll soon see this weekend, each piece dedicated to a scene in a story written by a loving fan, and passionate creator!

“Even a single screw out of place could throw an entire arm off, and yet through trial and error, she had managed to figure out how to do this reliably.

Aurora’s transmutations were the most beautiful thing Ed had ever seen in his life. Through those brief moments he could somehow see a little Winry, a little him, and a lot of someone entirely new.” (Labyrinth of Shadows, @edisacornball​)

As fun as this dinner was turning out to be, it was clear that if they didn’t behave themselves, even two well-known and respected public figures could be thrown out of a five-star restaurant without an ounce of mercy. (Aching Hours, @movequickly)

When something dire happens so suddenly, it seems like time comes to a standstill for you- but not anybody else. Do they not realize what is about to happen? How dangerous the situation is? A few moments will feel like an eternity until these moments, too, pass. (Aching Hours, @movequickly)

Art by the amazing @netydraws

Title: Trust is Earned (Some Never Earn It)

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Violence, character death, description of character death

Summary: Trust was never something easily given by Edward Elric, The Fullmetal Alchemist. It’d taken years for him to trust his commanding officer Roy Mustang. Now, with Maria Ross dead, that trust is gone and Ed is left to pick up the pieces. With a new commanding officer and a dangerous mission, can he find it in himself to trust those around him?

Your dance set my heart ablaze (and I don't want to put it out)

FMA Big Bang Fic Written by Musing_and_Music, illustrated and beta-read by @cyborgartalchemist

Rating: T

Warnings: Child abuse (past and present), and characters get injured (no graphic description)

Summary: The first time Roy Mustang sees Riza Hawkeye, she's dancing Firebird in the eponymous ballet. The second time, her car has crashed and his reflexes as a firefighter save her. The third time is three years later, when they really meet each other.

With the support of their friends, against life's hardships and despite difficult choices, their relationship will grow to something beautiful, a flame that no firefighter will dare put out.

Snippets

Art

Look at them! They look so happy! Thank you @cyborgartalchemist for your support and your work with this fic!

Story

"I don't want anything bad to happen to Ed and Al," she muttered. "They've already suffered too much in their lives."

Riza squeezed her shoulder lightly. She could understand her, as some memories of her own childhood came back in her mind. But it wasn't the place and time to think about that. For now, Winry needed support and comfort.

"I'll go buy you something to drink, it looks like you need it."

Winry nodded and Riza left, looking for the vending machine. She chose a hot chocolate for the girl and tea for herself. While she was waiting for the drinks to be poured into the cups, she looked around, memories flowing back to her.

She’d spent one awful week in this hospital, fighting the pain in her legs, being told by Rebecca that she would be okay, and avoiding all these journalists who’d wanted to see her pain and talk about it. But the worst of all had been to realize that she wasn’t anymore the woman she’d used to be. One day she was a talented dancer, one of the best, acclaimed by all, and the other she’d become nothing. A wounded woman who would not be able to walk for months, and unable to do what she loved, what her life had been for years now.

She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to revive her bad memories. But her heart remained clenched in her chest as she came back where Winry was waiting for her.

“Winry, I got hot chocolate for you… ” she said before realizing the young dancer wasn’t alone. Alphonse was sitting beside her, and a black-haired man was standing in front of them, back to her. She couldn’t see anything else than broad shoulders under a black shirt and a nice stance.

“Oh, Alphonse! I’m glad you’re here, I think Winry will need your support.” The man turned around. “And you might be the firefighter Al talked about, mister...”

She was expecting a name. Instead she got a surprised glance. Two black eyes looking at her in awe, thin lips slightly parted, black brows lifted under equally black strands. He was good looking, and somehow his face seemed familiar to her.

“Firebird.” He gasped.

Under the cut you can find some details about the how and the why of this fic!

I can't wait to share it on Sunday!

[Image Description: Graphic that reads, "Labyrinth of Shadows. Coming October 3rd." End ID]

Title: Labyrinth of Shadows

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Character Death, Canon-typical Violence

Summary: Ever since tragedy struck the night his daughter was born, Edward Elric has comfortably settled into the role of single dad and college professor. What he hasn't gotten comfortable with is the fact that his teenage daughter, Aurora, seems to be obsessed with having adventures and following in his footsteps. But everything falls apart when a threatening note appears in her pocket, and the Fullmetal Alchemist has to leap into action once again. Now they're stuck in a maze of demons from Ed's past, plus someone who clearly has an old score to settle, and Aurora has to learn there are a lot more parts to being a hero that no one ever talked about.

Excerpt:

"I've already taken the liberty of signing you in, Mr. Elric," Elicia said, turning to follow him with her heels clicking against the stone floor.

"I told you to stop calling me mister," he grunted as he took a sip of his coffee. "Makes me feel old."

"Yes, Mr. Elric."

Of course she wasn't going to listen to him. She never did, but that never stopped him from protesting. It was the principle of the matter, after all. The day he stopped protesting being old would be the day he actually was old. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

"So what's the damage this time, anyway?" he said, glancing up at the dial above the elevator doors as it slowly slid upwards.

"She managed to burst a couple of small water pipes, but the damage was minimal. The pipes have already been fixed."

Ed grunted into his coffee cup. "Well. At least it's better than last month."

When Ed got up to Mustang's office, he was greeted by a familiar sight. At this point, though, he wasn't sure whether it was familiar because of the number of times he had done this same routine, or whether it was familiar like he was having an out-of-body experience. Mustang was leaning back in his chair, his fingers steepled together and barely holding back an amused smirk. In front of him, an angry blond teenager stood at his desk, hands slammed down on the wood and braid whipping out over a red hoodie.

"Stop acting like you know everything, you stupid old man!"

"Aurora!" Ed snapped as he strode into the room. She turned to look at him, not at all looking chastised or even surprised that he was there, mostly just annoyed that he was interrupting her. Ed sighed, not having planned what he was going to say next. He had admittedly just wanted her to stop yelling at Mustang. Not because Mustang didn't deserve it. (Of course Mustang deserved it.) More because it made Ed a little embarrassed to realize just how much of a brat he must have really been, now that he was seeing the situation from an adult's perspective.

"Come on, isn't it enough that you keep causing chaos and interrupting his workday?" Ed sighed. "You don't have to bring the poor geezer's age into it too."