ROYAI X EXPRESSIONS

ROYAI x EXPRESSIONS 

from the FMA wii games:  Prince of the Dawn and Daughter of the Dusk

FMA JUXTAPOSITION (3/∞) /ˌjəkstəpəˈziSH(ə)n/ noun. the act or an instance of placing two or more things side by side often to compare or contrast or to create an interesting effect

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST | Hiromu Arakawa

Super-realistic!

By poorly drawn cats

Yes, His Name is Maes

Royai Week Day 4- Promise- Yes, His Name is Maes

In a more perfect FMA world, there would be a Royai marriage and at least one Royai baby. Amirite?

It was up to him to quiet the wails. Riza was busy in the kitchen and had been with the baby all day.

“Hello, my little man. Why are you singing the sad song of your people? It's not as cool as my Flame Alchemist rap. Shhh.” Roy leaned over the crib and gently drew his son into his arms, swaying a bit. The cries gradually faded, replaced by the tap of claws on the floor.

“Oh, look. Here comes your big brother. Be glad that he came first, or you might have been named Black Hayate. How was your day, son?”

“Gleeb roorsh.”

“That's good to hear, buddy. That's because you have such a great mother. I'll bet she played with you and rocked you and sang to you and tickled you. Hee hee. I know your mother's special tickle places, but those and flame alchemy will be things I never share with you. My day at work was boring, but I'll even do paperwork to make the world better for you. Yes! Mommy and I promised ourselves that kids like you will never have to do horrible things like we were forced to do. Maybe you won't even have to do paperwork!”

Roy sighed. “Your mother and I did some horrible things.” He kissed the baby's head and placed him onto the changing table.

The baby squeaked.

“I hope that you can try to forgive us when you understand. We have spent the rest of our lives making up for it. Not that we ever can make up for it.”

“Da Da Da Da Da.”

The sweet bright sound brought Roy back to his good mood. “That's right, my little man. It's me- your daddy. Mommy is downstairs cooking dinner, so I'm on pee and poop patrol. How's that diaper of yours?”

“Da Da Da. Blurf. Zzzhh.”

“I was afraid of that. I love you infinity, but you'd be so much more fun if you weren't so high maintenance.” Roy arranged his supplies as if he were performing alchemy. He wished! He had imagined various poop and pee transmutations, but nothing seemed right. There were ways to transmute moisture and dirt out of cloth, but they were for different kinds of dirt and moisture. Besides Riza had given him that look when he mentioned that he was thinking about it. One of the reasons that he loved her was that he was afraid of her.  

Roy put the dirty diaper aside, cleaned his son up, and put on a new diaper. “Ta da! That's much better. Right? I'm glad that you didn't take this opportunity to demonstrate that you have your mother's aim.”

He placed the baby back in the crib and rinsed the dirty diaper out in the toilet.  After washing his hands, he returned and studied his son. “Until you came along, the most important things to us were our vows to work to make Amestris and the world better. You, my little man, are the one thing more important to us than that.” He leaned over, slid the baby's shirt up and blew a gentle raspberry on the baby's tummy.

“Mmpf. Ma Ma Ma Ma.”

“Mmm. Dinner does smell good, my little man, but I'm afraid that it's not for you. Mommy said that you already ate and drank.”

“Bbbbbbbb.”

“Hey! Bring that up with your mother, not me. That's her area.”

“Ma Ma Ma Ma.”

“You got it, son!”

“Raaaaag.”

“I know. So, listen. It's time for you to go to sleep. That's right. No snap. No spark. Time to sleep in the diggy diggy dark. I love you, my little man.” He kissed his son's forehead.

When Roy went to turn off the light, he noticed Riza in the doorway. “How long have you been there?”

“Just since the raspberry.”

“I'm a pretty good father, huh?”

She put her arm around him and said, “Other than blaming me for his diet, yes, Roy, you're a wonderful father. However, do realize that when you call your son my little man, you're calling him the same thing that you call your penis?”  

Under Her Spell

Day 5- Letters: This is my third and final contribution to Royai Week 2017. I did what I described Roy doing. I arranged little paper squares to make the word list. It’s so odd that despite the shape I’m in, the three tiny  fics I’ve managed to produce are fluff and humor. I want to mention how much I am enjoying all of the wonderful royai (songs, art, fics, etc.) when I feel well enough to read, etc. And, of course, a million thanks to the wonderful Royai Week 2017 mods!

Hawkeye had decided to eat lunch with the team, and she had warned him that he was to do paperwork until she brought him back Today's Special: quiche. He had totally meant to work- to earn his treat. (Sometimes, he thought that she treated him like she did Hayate.) He had diligently read and signed for at least seven minutes when the idea invaded his brain and conquered his good intentions. His subconsciousness could always find a way to avoid paperwork. It must be some hard-wired survival tactic. He had at least 20 minutes until his subordinates returned. He swept his work off of his desk and piled it next to his chair. He used the paper cutter to chop a couple of sheets of paper into squares and began writing one letter on each square in his clear alchemist's printing. 21 letters on 21 squares of paper. R, I, Z, A, H...

Shifting the letters around to spell words, he pulled out another blank sheet and began a list:

rhyme

hair

roam

task

zig

zag

rein

The list grew longer and longer, and then he was ready for the meat of his project. Another sheet of paper was needed.

“I am doing paper work, ha ha,” he muttered to himself. He began to write:

no rush work- okay to tarry

I hate rain- sun great

riza is amazing

He was so focused that he didn't hear the knock, but he did hear the door open. He swept the little squares into his top drawer, but he didn't have time to hide the sheets of paper. He looked up guiltily. She had two pieces of quiche and two very angry eyes.

“What are you doing, Sir? It's clearly not your priority paper work.” She used her scary voice. He was too rattled to come up with a story.

“I'm making words and sentences out of the letters in our names. Each word can only use the 21 letters in our combined names, but we can use as many words as we want in the sentences.”

“We, Sir?”

He thought that maybe he'd detected a spark of interest there. “See?” He pointed to the last sentence he had written.  riza is amazing

“That's rather clever that you found the word Riza in our names.” Sarcasm. He knew that she was in! She hip-checked his chair to the right and sat on the arm.

Riza- you must work

Roy- no nag great man

Riza- task now

Roy- you get no minty mouth kis

Riza- tragic

She lightly- well, not so lightly- punched his arm. “Not to mention that that was cheating, Colonel,”

Roy- want to eat

Riza- i get gun

Roy- i want you

Riza, after a long pause- at night  work now

“Promise?”

“If you finish your paperwork by 5:00. I don't want to stay here late today.”

“Okay. You win, Lieutenant.”

Riza- yes i win

Please?????

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: PRINCE OF DAWN

from the “dating sim” part (a.k.a. fireworks watching event) of the Wii game

I am not alone!

Today, I met a woman in her 60’s that not only reads and writes Roswell fanfiction to the point where she is beyond AO3 and ff.net but also created her own fanboard online that she runs with active discussions, fanart, and fanfiction and started a Twitter campaign to bring the show back. I almost got whiplash when I heard her say, “I’m in a fandom,” and about died when she pulled up the fanfic she was reading on her phone in her daughter’s car on the way to dinner. She named all her characters in World of Warcraft after Roswell characters. She told me her favorite ships. She got her husband hooked on the show so they could read fanfiction together and discuss it and lamented about WIPs. She was so proud and giddy to meet someone that had an inkling of what she was talking about. I cannot stress how organized that fanboard was. It was on point. I was half in mind to go rewatch the show just so I could write a fanfic for her site and make her day about new material. In other words, I met myself from the future.