Obsessed With This Au

Obsessed with this au 🥹🥹🥹

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

finally! Found it 😭

Ed’s room in my Tangled!Au If you can't tell, Edward dreams about seeing sheep, now, I wonder, who will come and get him out of his tower? And does this tower innocent as it looks like? 🤔

Book 2 au with Zuko and Katara Lee and Huamei

Katara is separated from her friends, and so she's left to travel the earth kingdom on her own. She stumbles across Zuko, who is similarly travelling on his own. They decide that pairing up and travelling together would be best

Tag game day! Yay! Was tagged by the wonderful @gooseberryfox 💖 thank you so much! and from what they said, we share 10 opening lines from our fics, so here are mine! ( these are 10 out of my 50 published fics)

Mysig: ( Fma, Parental Yuri and Ed, featuring my own headcanon.)

Yuriy let a deep sigh when he saw the rain falling heavily, he looked at the full trash bags that lay beside him and groaned. 

Not wanting to get an earful from his mother or wife, he went out. his green, short-sleeved, over shirt getting wet a little, his blond hair getting a little matted. Trash bags in both hands, he quickly jogged to the trash cans that were sitting at the end of the road of the driveway of his home. 

He dumped them in quickly, and started to turn around only to make something catch his eyes. 

2. O Dandelion: ( fma, Parental Royai and Ed. )

Riza woke up suddenly when she heard uneven, hurried steps in the hallway that led to the bedroom that she shared with her commander officer, Colonel Roy Mustang. They both, alongside their team’s major, Edward Elric, shared an apartment for their undercover mission. 

Edward. What is going on? 

She raised herself from her bed, her movement waking Roy from his deep slumber, “ Ed?” he whispered with a knowing tone, his eyes trained on the door, making her nod, “ God, what time is it?” the man whispered as he rubbed his eyes making them focus. 

3. Sweet Pease and Daisies, for sweet Al: ( Fma, parental Royai and Ed.)

He hiccupped, his Eyes staring dimly at the three graves in front of him. 

The one in the middle was familiar, have been seeing it and visiting it for the last decade. 

Trisha Elric.

1878 - 1904

Loving mother, friend and wife.

Next to it, was another grave. One he never thought would see or visit.

Van Hohenheim.

??? - 1915

Father and husband.

His mother’s grave was in the middle, which means that there is another one next to it, on the other side. A grave that was new, fresh and clean. It wasn't touched yet. It was the one that he was crying about.

Alphonse Elric.

Armor Boy, the Alchemist. 

1900 - 1915

Loving son and brother. 

4. Labor: ( Fma Royai, small line that had parental Roy at the end.)

Her body felt so painful, from what exactly, Riza Haw- er, Miller, didn't know. Was it because she was starving? Was it because of the beating she received? Or was it because she started labor?

Oh baby don't come out yet. 

At least, that is what she is thinking. On the little info she had, labor could start from 24-48 hours before the Child’s birth. She had very strong and long stabbing pain- contractions ( right that is what they are called.). They are stronger and more frequent. 

5. One… last… time, Kiddo: ( Fma Parental Royed.)

When Edward got out of the bathroom, in the dim 7 am morning he was shocked to see his father in the kitchen making breakfast. The blond sighed slowly as he walked to sit on the counter, his gold eyes landing on the ironed uniform. He let out another sigh. 

His father didn't turn around to see his disapproving face, “ Al should be here by 9.” the younger of the two broke the silence, earning a ‘ hmm ’ as a response, “ and you should be in bed.” he said as he stood up and went to the coffee machine to find a cup of hot steaming coffee waiting for him all ready to be consumed in one gulp. 

6. Coffee run: ( Fma, parental Royed.)

Coffee runs were something Team Mustang enjoyed doing and needed to do in order to survive.

Especially on those hard, slow days where nothing seems to be working out. And today happens to be one of them. It started out very chaotic, and very busy. Many files and papers were coming into the office and out of it, alongside their old cases that started to pile up, things were going smoothly and They thought they were doing great that is until a New case was suddenly dropped on them making them skip lunch. 

Which was a bad idea. 

7. Cut it and dye it, please: ( Fma, main focus parental Royed but it does have more relationships.)

He hadn't known how to process the news. 

His chest felt tight as he looked in the mirror that night. His body was clad in his black and blue stars pajamas, and his very very long blond hair was down. 

His beautiful, gold shiny hair, long and brushed and washed. 

He made up his mind. 

Edward is going to cut it. 

8. Hey Hey, little fighter: ( Fma, part of the PAFD au, parental Royed)

“ Shshshsh, Baby. Daddy has to study.” 

The tired, 16-year-old father, took his 6-month-old son in his arms, patting his back gently hoping the baby will go to sleep, “ Daddy has a test tomorrow, Eddie.” 

The teen sighed as he walked towards his small kitchen, he opened his almost empty fridge to take a bottle of milk that he made earlier this night and started the process of heating it, and while he worked with one hand his mouth didn't stop shushing the crying baby gently. 

Soon, 20 milliliters of formula milk was heated up inside its clear and red bottle, Roy Mustang sat down on the bed that he shared with his son, Edward, and started the process of trying to feed him the warm liquid, he hoped that the baby can sleep for a bit while his dad goes over his study notes for his test in the next morning. 

9. Dirt covered me and I couldn't breathe: ( Fma, Royai.)

Her hands were tied using a very rough material that her father used, it was itchy and made her skin feel weird, she is pretty sure that they were bleeding slightly there. It wasn't the only place she had blood pouring out and it was itchy. 

Riza’s earloops were torn, or at At least, they felt like it. Her bare shoulder tried to itch them and reach them but it didn't do anything. Her movement made her back stretch, making her wail into the harsh big gag that her father forced into her mouth. 

All because I was not careful.

10. My hand on top of yours: ( Fma, my first ever fic in the fandom. Parental Royed.)

“ there you go bastard.” wrinkled papers were thrown on top of the sheet paper Roy Mustang was currently was working on, “ what is this?” 

“ my damn report,” the older male looked at the younger’s amber eyes, “ you are lucky that Al had threatened to feed me milk for dinner if I didn't deliver it by 3 in the afternoon.” 

“ I thought he is the  baby  brother, and won't let your little brother have a say in what you do,” Roy smirked as he pushed the report to the side in favor of finishing the pages that were in front of him a minute earlier.

anyone is welcome to jump right in! I am going to tag my lovely friend @dragon-queen21 💖 and shoutout to Lynn for helping me chose these fics hehe

If you were interested to read any of my fics, this is a link that will take you to my ao3 account

Today was my first time posting fma fics second year anniversary. It saddens me that this year I haven't been able to write as much as I used to- not because of life- but because I can't. My brain can't work with me when it comes to writing.

January was spent on writing a chapter for “ took my kids take my fire.” fic, which took a lot of energy to do since that fic has been draining to write as of late- as much as I love it and it is so dear to me, it has been hard putting out new chapters for it.

When I posted that it was in January the 24th, I started two birthday fics for Ed’s birthday- due to me joining in few completions for the clubs I am in in real life, I wasn't able to write and finish Ed’s fics.

I fell ill after that, on February 12th to be exact my health worsened all of a sudden, and I was admitted to the hospital on February the 15th. Spent 4 days there and I was just so drained when I came back home.

The rest of February, and the whole part of March I wasn't able to think of any ideas, the writer's block was so severe. Reading and writing was a hard thing for me to do. Especially parental fics ( be it parental Roy, Riza, Reigen or Loid) for some unknown reason. Then I tried doing something for Roy’s birthday fic but now it is sitting in my drafts and I only wrote like a couple of lines in it. Around Roy’s birthday I had a fallout with a close friend of mine and that fall out left me super confused and also, drained. Unable to really do anything.

Today tho. I was able to start writing a fic for my anniversary. God, I was able to think of an idea, and start writing it. And actually making paragraphs that made sense! I wasn't able to finish it since today was busy - the good kind of busy - but… I feel like I finally made it!

Point of this post I guess is that hey, I am alive, working on art for some big projects and I am going through some tough things in life and being your busy girl. Fics will come, and they might be less than 2023, but I promise, I will try my best to post some things soon

Just yea, thank you for reading my rambles, hehe, have a good day 🫶🏻❤️ love ya, and trust me, when it feels dark and not ending, it will end and you will be free

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