Great Thorn And Her Great Fics

great Thorn and her great fics 🙇🏻‍♀️💛

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, AMIRITE? Thank you sweet @justanotherinterneruser for including me, even if I am dead 90% of the time on here. I enjoy silly little challenges. So, a repeat of rules: pick 10 of your fics and post the first line of each? 1. ‘‘Makes you sick, doesn’t it?’’ (Full of Mettle, Fullmetal Alchemist. Hurt/Comfort, and pure chaos. Still progressing aka me fussing between depressive fugue states and growing bashfully encouraged at the comments.)

2. Ears ringing and brain whirling, Roy Mustang sluggishly woke to a blurry world of gray smudges. (Learning to Vent, Fullmetal Alchemist. Hurt/Comfort Parental Roy)   3. Edward once asked the Colonel why mine inspections. (Mouse, Fullmetal Alchemist. Hurt/Comfort Parental Roy)

4. A warm wind swept across the grassy knoll that Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang occupied. (Wild Rabbits, Barley Soup, and War-Torn Towns – Fullmetal Alchemist. My addition to Boredom and I’s silly and addictive found family ‘Dad Making A Difference’) 5.It started off small and inconsequential during his first month of joining the military. (Courage is Fire, and Bullying Is Smoke, Fullmetal Alchemist)

6. ‘‘Brother…’’ (Worrywart, Fullmetal Alchemist)

7. Heart pounding, Edward managed to escape the shouts of his pursuers.  (Nowhere to Run, Fullmetal Alchemist.)

8. The suit of armor was mountainous and intimidating, made entirely of gleaming gunmetal-colored steel. (The Boys, Fullmetal Alchemist.)

9. The sky was nothing more than a mass of gray and black rolling clouds that lashed icy sheets of rain down upon them. (Landslide, Fullmetal Alchemist.)

10."I need you to listen to me very carefully, Edward.’’  (Liar, Fullmetal Alchemist – Parental Riza)

Annnnnd, I'm supposed to tag, but I'm more of a lurker (who answers messages) on here, so I won't bother folk. Hahah.

SCREAMING! THIS LOOKS SUPER EXCITING I CANT WAITTTT

Dear intrigued readers, by now you’ve been curious about a rather expectant collection to unfold in the midst of our new chapter with hooded sweaters.

There’s no need to worry as in due time we shall take forth in the spring with a special purpose for our dear Alchemic Collectors alike.

Factssss

Yes, I'm here for Zutara. No one can change my mind. I've been shipping them since I was a kid, long before I knew about shipping and fandom. When I re-watch ATLA, I shipping them even more. When I watch Zutarian art and video, I shipping them even more. When I read Zutarian meta, fanfic, or headcanon, I shipping them even more. Even when I read canon shipper points, I still love and shipping Zutara even harder. I mean, just look at their chemistry! And some people still denying.

i am in love and 100% back in my Zutara era ✨💅🏻

“you rise with the moon. I rise with the sun”

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Eternally grateful for my best gal @oceanview15 for all her amazing ideas and support

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

Oh my god this, oh my god this!! THIS!!

just like... a thought, not necessarily an original one, but one that's chewing at my brain like a rabid dog.

Ed sustaining a fatal injury on the field, and Roy being with him, knowing that this son will die, and he might lose the other too, and he can't be with both, that he might lose both of them and he never even got a chance to truly hug his youngest.

like, if he has the chance, he makes a desperate call to whoever is the closest to Al, begging them to find him, to stay with him, to tell him that he loves him because he can't.

he's already watching one son die, feels him dying in his arms, and his mind is on his other son, who's probably feeling the soul bond getting weaker and weaker, who probably knows his brother is dead/dying, who's just a scared little kid and he can't be there with him.

its even better(?)(in my own sick and twisted mind) if he has enough time to get to a phone himself (maybe a hospital) so he can watch his son die and be on the phone with another, trying to comfort both as they slip right through his fingers...

I'll be quiet now, I feel like i've said enough