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“Anything on Fullmetal?” Roy asked.

Fuery shook his head. “They weren’t at the library. Apparently the clerk said they hadn’t come by in a few days.”

He scowled at the ground. Now was not a good time for those two to be vanishing into thin air. It did no favours for his nerves as they sparked and sputtered. He huffed, glancing back to the Sargent. “Keep me posted on that. And the medical teams.”

He nodded grimly. “Of course. And… sir?”

“What is it?”

“They’ll turn up.”

Roy blinked. Something in his stomach twisted and a little nail of fresh fear drove through his chest.

What if—

No. That’s ridiculous.

Blues Upon a Whistle

A collaborative fic written by @liathgray​ and illustrated by me

Just having a grand ol’ time :)

Ok ok I got this. So we all are aware that roy sleeps on the job a lot so I propose that he is a HEAVY sleeper. Like, wont-even-twitch-if-you-fire-a-gun heavy. Which leads to everyone in the office deciding to... relocate him. In increasingly ridiculous places. Theres a betting pool for when he’ll notice.

Its been six week. Yesterday they put him in the bushes outside HQ. He is none the wiser, somehow.

ALSDFHSDJFHA I LOVE THIS

Here you go:

[Image description: the shot of Roy sleeping in the library with a book over his face, edited so that he's sleeping in a bush. End ID]

So this is YET ANOTHER fan art for @liathgray‘s fic Blackwell Springs but this time THIS IS WHAT I HOPE GUESS FINNA HAPPEN

okay lads we’re gonna list them. no one make fun of how many i have when the last time i posted was a month ago

- Nina Lives au, two chs to go (i have made a Lot of progress on the next ch tho!! its coming!! I promise!!) 

- an au of my own au, where my OC cyra survives the ishvalan war. thus far i have already broken my own heart :) :) :) tentatively called “count every beautiful thing we can see” 

- pre-canon fic where 12 y/o ed gets wicked sick right after joining the military and roy gets a good dose of guilt and reality

- a VERY rough sketch of post-canon fic (slightly au) where Trisha Elric didn’t die of an infectious disease, but a genetic one. and Ed’s son, little 5 y/o Theo Rockbell-Elric, starts showing the same symptoms. potentially titled “the face of god, my father’s son” 

Ed was, without a doubt, that 4 year old kid who asked ‘why’ to everything.

This was inspired by @liathgray ‘s fic Giants in the forest!! It’s AMAZING (this scene was carried out in a much more interesting/serious manner lol) definitely worth your time!!

Bonus:

Blackwell Springs by @liathgray moodboard. For extra vibe listen to this

Feeling very emotional we’re at the last chapter already. I’ve not read a fic with such a cool atmosphere or story is such a long while.