More Nanobomb Textposts + Some Other Agents Yup

more nanobomb textposts + some other agents yup

Roy Mustang + glaring | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

"I love how cold and focused your eyes are … "

METAMORPHOSIS

I am trying so so hard to get some prompts done this year 😭 Day one and two are done, but day two kind of turned into a bit of a crackfic- oops. Here are two lines from two of the fics :D

| Again, Jack was a great person, just a tad overbearing.

| “What, opening the bag of bread? I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly.” ...He ripped four pieces of bread trying to get them out. 

anyway good luck to everyone and have some fun with it !

Hey, all! This is a hype post. Cairo Week is on its way! This is a chance to share a snippet of your projects in a reblog, cheer each other on in the comments, commiserate in the tags. We are so excited to see what you've got cooking!!!

And remember, if life is getting in the way of deadlines or your muse is taking a vacation, the deadlines are really more of guidelines, anyway. We will always take late submissions.

Happy creating, y'all! 💛

How about "Cairo Day 2023" for the wip game?

HELLO (said very normally and not in an insane way)

I tried so hard on cairo day 2023 but unfortunately I did not succeed in my conquest to finish it all. I'll give you a snippet of what I started to write for the few chapters I did do!

Prompt 1: Bloody Hands in a Sink

The water turned off, but she continued to scrub, her hands turning red as she removed layer after layer of skin. Gentle hands met hers, and as she looked up, she let the unshed tears from her eyes begin to fall. 

“I know it feels like it, but you can’t wash it off, Riles. I need you to trust me on that.” Mac said, bringing her hands in front of them, holding them gently as he looked into her tearing eyes. “I know it hurts.” 

Prompt 2: Hidden Injury

“That sucked.” She said, rubbing at her eyes, eventually looking up and over at Mac, brows furrowing in a scarily familiar fashion to how Jack’s did moments ago. “Hey, you okay, Mac? You look a little pale.” 

“Thanks, Riley, I’m white, in case you hadn’t noticed.” 

A warm wrist found its way to his forehead and he swatted at it, and after a few moments, the heat was released, Jack squinting at him suspiciously. 

“You are a little warm there, brother. You wanna sit on the ground in case something happens?”

Prompt 3: Respiratory Distress

Mac had a complicated relationship with oxygen. Having been deprived of it all too often, he’d gotten used to the feeling that came with breathing in something he shouldn’t be. A job hazard, he supposed, but it didn’t change the fact that losing oxygen wasn’t a fun experience. Even less so when it’s not an outside factor influencing the lack of breath, but his own brain. 

yeah thats about it!!

thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this