Ten Minutes ( Royai Oneshhot)

Ten minutes ( Royai oneshhot)

Roy Mustang was absently pacing around his office. Peace and quiet. Things that were unfeasible to get ever since he got promoted. After Grumman told him about the promotion he will have a lot of annoying attention and a smaller amount of meaningful conversations too. But that didn't bother him. He was one step closer to his goal. Colonel Roy Mustang. He liked the sound of that. But still, a lot of work had to be done in order for him to hear Führer Roy Mustang. Then President Roy Mustang. Roy will finally feel relief after he corrects the wrong, helps this country and protects everyone.Then his gaze fell upon his gloves. A thorn came to his heart. Ivy grew around his brain, clouding the vision. He stopped and his stare drifted at the window.

"You will feel the relief, but you will never fully atone for your sins", he said to himself. It was barely audible, whisper, completely silenced by the sound of incoming footsteps. A soldier who's belly is now full from lunch Roy didn't eat. The colonel decided to skip it today. He smiled at his thought that he shouldn't advance in rank too quickly, otherwise he will starve himself.

"Good afternoon, colonel", he heard a well-known voice, saw a well-known Lieutenant walk into his office (first as always), and returned the well-known salute.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye I wasn't expecting you here", he said with obvious sarcasm and gave a glance to the clock, "There are still ten minutes separating us from rest of today's work."

"Well, someone has to do the work of a certain useless person", Riza said, a ghost-smile reclined on her lips after Roy made a grimace. Word useless was such a trigger that could induce the funniest expressions out of him. "Besides, that same person is either on a diet or has decided to avoid the fame he has gained with his new rank", with those words Colonel received the small, unnoticed package she carried underneath a bunch of papers. He gave her a confused look and opened it. A simple lunch, sandwiches, that now seemed like a glorious feast. Roy's hungry self was now staring at his trusty bodyguard. Guilt and happiness​ were mixing intensely in his heart.

"I.. you didn't have to, but I appreciate it... Lieutenant."

"It's okay. You have ten minutes to eat it before you get caught, sir."

Mustang nodded. He sat down at his desk and started to eat the sandwiches. He looked at Riza every now and then but she was concentrated on her work. He used her, manipulated her after disappointing his master, burned after burdening her with such guilt and now who knows what else he will do after driving her into his madness.

She made him sandwiches.

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@skidzz DID YOU SAY GENDERBEND YOUNG ROYAI? NO? NEVERMIND, I ALREADY IMAGINED THEM 💕💕💕✨✨ Also, Berthold Jr, as the son of Mr Hawkeye, WAS actually learning alchemy, but Isabelle was more talented… Or at least we’ve talked about that with Mar haha

Some edits (lockscreen size) of the Brave Enough cover art* *The cover art obviously belongs to Lindsey Stirling and I take no credit for it (only edits)

#2003 ed is my son while older brohood ed is my man

Same tbh

2003 Ed really is a little baby like… brohood Ed is way more mature mentally and physically but 03 Ed is just… smol……… look at those round cheeks..,, I love you!!! 💞

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FADWA BAALBAKI Couture Spring/Summer 2017

All About Writing Fight Scenes

@galaxies-are-my-ink asked,

“Do you have any advice on writing fight scenes? The type of scene I’m writing is mostly hand to hand combat between two experts. I’m definitely not an expert so when I try to write it, the scene ends up sounding repetitive and dull.”

Fore note: This post is coauthored by myself and one of my amazing critique partners, Barik S. Smith, who both writes fantastic fight scenes and teaches mixed martial arts, various artistic martial arts, and weapons classes.

I (Bryn) will tell you a secret: I trained MMA for seven years, and when I write authentic hand to hand fight scenes, they sound dull too. 

The problem with fight scenes in books is that trying to describe each punch and kick and movement (especially if it’s the only thing you’re describing) creates a fight that feels like it’s in slow motion. 

I write…

Lowering her center of gravity, she held her right hand tight to her face and threw a jab towards his chin. He shifted his weight, ducking under her punch. His hair brushed against her fist, and he stepped forward, launching a shovel hook into her exposed side.

But your brain can only read so fast. In real life that series of events would take an instant, but I needed a full eight seconds to read and comprehend it, which gave it an inherent lethargic feel. 

So, we have two primary problems:

How do we describe this fight in a way the reader can understand and keep track of? 

How do we maintain a fast paced, interesting fight once we’ve broken down the fight far enough for readers to understand it? 

(We will get back to these, I promise.) But for now, let’s look at…

Different types of “fight scenes:”

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