Ive Been Going Absolutely Rabid Over Dad!Roy But Ive Noticed That All Yall In This Glorious Community

I’ve been going absolutely rabid over dad!Roy but I’ve noticed that all ya’ll in this glorious community have been missing out on like some god-tier fluff potential, in the form of Roy taking care of Ed’s hair. Like Ed’s been injured and is in the hospital or smth, and his hair’s all ratty. Roy gently brushing through it??? Roy braiding it?? Roy running his hands through it to make sure he got all the tangles?? Roy even carefully washing it in the sink for him?? Towling it dry?? like hello?????? Ed obviously cares about his hair a lot since he’s grown it so long and kept it that long, and just the concept of him hesitantly allowing Roy to take care of this small but important thing for him?? because no matter how they normally act, deep down Ed does really look up to Roy and wants to be able to trust him with more personal stuff like this??? and Roy being stupidly happy that Ed’s letting him do this, because the kid’s always so prickly and normally adamant that he doesn’t need help??? like I’m losing my mind over this

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

The angst 🤌🏻😭

Ed taking a pretty nasty hit to his automail, the port being pretty much destroyed, having to start back at square one, redoing his surgery, relearning and retraining his nerves to move the automail, physical therapy. all of it. all over again.

except this time he has his dad (Roy) by his side.

I think yes

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

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.

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