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I made a meme to express how I am feeling today.

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OOOOOOO okay so number 4, 7 (cause my most recent chappy update is LITERALLY about walking on broken bones) and 22 !!!!!!

I find it a bit funny that you managed to pick the three that are actually complete but need me to stop looking at them with an ugly expression. And also need me to bother editing.

4. “Mortem Sanguis-deathly-death-plague”

There it was. The cart. It was probably hauling the newest victims of the Mortem Sanguis off to the final field. The final field is what the officers enforcing the quarantine boundaries had dubbed the clearing where the villagers burned their fellows that had fallen ill with the disease.

"More for the field?" An officer asked the cart driver. They were forced to check every cart leaving the village even if they weren't technically leaving the confines of the quarantined area. They couldn't risk a breakout. They'd seen the result of the sickness, and they were protecting the rest of Amestris.

The driver nodded and stopped for the inspection. The officers stepped back and let the one who had drawn the short straw grab a cloth and cover his mouth and nose. He made his way over to the cart. Five bodies were laying under a large white sheet.

"Uncover them," the officer ordered the driver, not daring to get any closer. The driver rolled his icy blue eyes. He did as he was asked, revealing the five bodies. The officer couldn't help the sad frown that came over him. It was covered by the cloth, but it could be seen in his eyes. One of the victims was a woman, probably in her seventies, with a head of grey and brown hair. The other four were male. Three grown men, most likely fathers of varying ages, and the other a child with long golden hair. The kid was too young to have died a horrible death like the one caused by Mortem Sanguis. Poor kid. All five were pale and lifeless, dried blood in the creases of the face. And still glistening slightly from the most recent victim.

The officer nodded. "You can cover them up again." His voice was muffled slightly by the cloth, but the driver easily understood the expression on the officer's face, if not having heard him. It said, "I don't want to see this anymore." The driver recovered the bodies with the sheet as the officers parted to let the cart go on past. Frowns upon their faces as the bodies were taken away.

No one liked the job.

I hate that fic... It's so... Weirdly written. That's 2019 for you... I don’t know why but I'm grossed out by reading it because of the awful writing... I need help.

7. “I like walking on broken bones”

Forty-five… And bile crawling up his throat.

Walking on broken or fractured bones was never recommended. But Edward wasn’t very good at following directions, and it wasn’t like anyone had specifically told him not to. He probably wouldn’t have listened even if they had. He wanted to be free. He had to get away. A little pain—what an understatement that was--then was nothing compared to what he anticipated was coming.

They tried to snap his leg in two… Where else were they willing to go, and how far? No man was safe among the unpredictable.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. His lungs didn’t have the energy to expand and contract steadily. All the energy in his body was being pumped into his futile efforts of escape.

Edward ducked his head into another corridor as his finger grazed the corner of the hall. This new hall looked identical to all the rest. It would look like all the rest but with a pile of his vomit if it kept going as it was. His bones were being strained. Every movement was like fire feathered in his shin. It was an endless swirl of nausea and burning pressure as if any step would be the one that finished the job and split his leg in two.

Forty-six… Yeah, the bile was pretty close to making it’s guest appearance.

Everything was making his stomach churn with sick, so it wouldn’t be long. The pain and the sounds and the texture of those old stone walls on his fingertips. It was all too much for his senses to take in at once. He sucked in a rather unsatisfactory breath, steeling himself for the next step. <em>It means getting closer to home and closer to safety…</em>

It didn’t help him that he was just guessing where he was meant to go at that point, hoping to find a way out of the hellish labyrinth and into the light as if the light meant reprieve to his body. It was a nightmare in there, but no, the nightmare didn’t end on the other side of the stone. It merely continued.

Three, one right after the next, pushing through, hoping the pain wouldn’t hit until after, but they was wishful thinking. Forty-seven… Forty-eight… Forty-nine… There was nothing he could think of to compare with that pain. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It was someone bending his bones to the point that they might snap.

Every wall was the same as the last, like some deeply twisted mind game, enacted to make his brain pop like a child’s play balloon. They were grimy stone that showed ugly wet drips of slightly greyed water, mouldy and stained like a horror house. No windows gave more to the horror element. The only lights were the fizzling, crackling lightbulbs that hung uncovered from the ceiling, flickering so that his head ached. That was the least of his issues, though. He was sure he had made plenty of turns that simply put his head through the mixer. His brain was swirling like eggs being frothed for the pan. Maybe those drips were some that he had already come across before. Would he have noticed when his brain was nothing more than baby mush in his battered skull? Maybe that was why the pain in his body was so hard to comprehend?

Edward took another step. Fifty… He hadn’t noticed how he counted every agonising step as he went. No, he’d gone more than fifty. He must have. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he lost track of his steps. He’d already been through how his brain had been affected by it all. He hoped he’d lost track. The alternative was too much to handle after everything else.

This is extremely dry. Why couldn't I show the pain? I think the rest of the story that you don't see here is very interesting, but not well done. I wrote it as a gift for a writer I thought I was going to like more than I did. But I lost interest in this because I also lost interest in the writer after a couple more chapters of the story.

22. "Water"

Edward Elric was waist deep in freezing water, surrounded in the darkness of late evening. He was gagged and had been shackled to a wooden post in the middle of a cavern. The only opening, besides the one that was filling the cavern with water, was a large crack in the roof. Edward gasped as the cold water crept up higher along his chest, chilling his insides.

At least it was a good distraction from the migraine he was experiencing. And the morbid thoughts of death.

The speed at which the water was rising was alarming. Edward knew that in no time at all, his face would be covered by the spray and volume of the water.

<em>And then you'll drown, the hissing voice whispered in his head.</em>

"Phhez! Sffomwn, heph!" Edward shouted, voice muffled and unrecognisable as words. What use was there anyway? No one in their right mind would be out at that time of night, especially in this area. The caverns were known to have cave-ins at times. Any sensible person would stay very clear of the place, especially at night. Edward knew better, but he was the only one. Well, him and the rest of the corpses that were piling up.

I really like this fic, but I started writing it a long, long time ago, and the writing is not super great. I did finish it and would love to post it, but I have not found the time to go through the whole thing for a deep edit.

Well, thank you for going through all that if you could manage it. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. I had to hunt the fics down on a few devices.

More Edward Elric life drawings from the zeet studio session!

I was tagged for this by @justanotherinterneruser and @awesomedurraworld. Thank you, loves.

It took me some time to get around to doing this. I have so many doc folders. I wanted a range of samples.

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (I don’t have anywhere near that many friends.)

Here are a few of my wips. Keep in mind, I never expected anyone to ever read the names of these. XD

“‘Ass’et”

2. “I Solemnly Swear I’m up to no good”

3. “The shame game ship crypt”

4. “Mortem Sanguis-deathly-death-plague”

5. “Touch Aversion fic” 1.0-6.0 (I have issues)

6. “Poison in the cookies”

7. “I like walking on broken bones”

8. “Small Things ch11”

9. “Just start writing. It will come to you”

10. “Spicy”

11. “Numbers ch2”

12. "Do I have other fics to be working on?"

13. "Bundle of Apprehension chapter 3"

14. "Don't jump. TRIP."

15. "Six feet under"

16. "Cause of death? Sike"

17. "Hidden in the Shadows (please write on me)"

18. "You can't ignore me forever"

19. "Flower Power"

20. "Amnesia?"

21. "Step by step guide to the perfect hotel fire"

22. “Water”

23. “Scar screwed It up and Roy puts it back together (not his choice)”

24. “And then there were two”

25. “I’m lazy: untitled document”

26. “Amnesia” (that would be a funny joke, but I actually have another amnesia fic)

That is nowhere near all of them. I have a few hundred. I just decided that I couldn’t do any more than that.

I only have one person to tag because everyone I can think of has been tagged. @skyfallslayer feel free to do this if you’d like.

Omg I just saw you have a tumblr. I joined coz I saw yhat! You talk in your A/N like you know Anotherinternetuser and dusweet! Do you? I love little Ed fics and I was wondering if you would ever consider making one all together and collab for a little Ed fic 🥺 ❤️❤️ Idk if that's something you do

Oh, I’m so glad you reached out. <3 Thank you very much.

I do know Lynn and I’d love to get to know Sweet more. I have an obsession with little/baby Ed fics. I don’t know if you are talking about my Christmas fic or Small Things, so I’m not sure what vibes you are looking for, but honestly I’m always down to make more of either. As for collaborating, that’s certainly up to the others. I’d be honoured to do a collaboration with those lovely girls. Though, I am also terrified of the idea of collaborating with people... My heart is racing just thinking about it. XD I have no idea why. But it’s always good to step out of your comfort zone, so if the others wanted to I’d totally be down. Thank you so much for the ask!

They are always welcome. <3

This made me think of someone specific. I’m not going to tag you, but you know who you are...

I’m kind of mad at myself for finding this and thinking that it looked good... XD

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime 2003), Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edward Elric & Roy Mustang Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Torture, Parental Roy Mustang, Concussions, Confusion, Pain, Blood and Injury, I count it as a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Harsh restraints Summary:

Ed’s been kidnapped. He’s confused and in pain and when Roy Mustang comes to save him he’s not expecting it.

I did the zeet studio sketch fma life drawing and I think it’s time for a rewatch (again)

If you know me, I’m obsessed with mers... I’m so in love with this!

I know it's just a screenshot and all, but I wanted to show just how much DETAIL and TIME I'm wasting on this

GOT DAMN MER!ED Y'ALL

[My husband says he's starting to look like Link...]

(lemme at least put a filter on it to make it distorted enough to not be perfect)

The Hearth and the Salamander

It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.

I really like this book, so I thought I’d share it. It just came back to me and now I want to reread it!

Here’s the link to a pdf if anyone wants to read it with me.

https://jghsenglish.edublogs.org/files/2015/02/Fahrenheit-451.pdf

Just Ed eating noodles

They will now...

How do I fit that into a fic I'm already writing because I have way too many open docs...? Can't start another. 😅

Do you think Ed and Al have separation anxiety?

The mustang in the second picture is just wow

This was cute, but then I read the tags and now I’m unsure of my feelings. T^T

warmth.

Some more Ed sketches feat: Al!<3 my iPad broke so expect more traditional art for a bit until I can fix or get a new one.

By no means is that out of hand.

The Ed stack is getting out of hand guys…..

I don’t usually reblog these types of things, but, yeah, totally. XD

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

Thanks @awesomedurraworld for the tag. Here it is. Tumblr has been being weird for a couple days and I had no idea I got tagged.

are you named after anyone?

I am not named after anyone, but I have a cat my grandmother named after me? And if you ask my dad, he’ll tell you I was named after the place I was conceived (which is not true whatsoever.).

But, yeah, no.

when was the last time you cried?

Let me quickly go check my dms... April first and second were my last real cry days. (My puffy eyes we’re definitely just allergies.)

do you have kids?

No, not yet, but hopefully soon. I can barely wait to have kids. (If you can’t tell by my four or five baby or toddler Ed Elric fics.)

Wait... Do these kids count? (I’m too blind to tell if this is a good picture.)

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Way too much... I am trying to stop so I don’t always sound so mean. People here were I live just don’t get it much...

what sports do you play?

None anymore, but I used to play baseball and softball as a kid. Now I am mildly disabled and prefer going on a long walk or a run.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes. What emotion do they convey? Eyes are the windows to the soul, as they say. People have a harder time getting their eyes to lie. And differently the vibes/aura people give off. Can’t hide that either... And, yes, I am only just now realising that I seem to have trust issues...

what's your eye color?

Some people say grey, some say blue, and some say green (But that feels wrong. My eyes only show up as green in warm coloured rooms and pictures.)

scary movies or happy endings?

I’m a sucker for happy endings. I can settle for hopeful and I do write bittersweet, but the extent of my “scary movies” is Doctor Who. I know. Judge me, but I like my babies to be happy.

any special talents?

Is playing very below average piano a special talent?

It’s gotta be that or I’ll need to resort to my ability to always have an injury of some sort as a talent.

where were you born?

Same place I live now. :)

what are your hobbies?

I love to write and draw the most. And many other crafty things grab my attention. I love costuming and playing dnd with my dnd buddies. Probably other things also, but right now, that’s all I’ve got.

do you have pets?

Yes, so many. I have a Walker Coonhound named Rollie that is my big baby. I have two hedgehogs. I have two ducks and lots of chickens, several goats (kids too), fish, two cats, and several other animals. Those are just the ones I dedicate my time to taking care of. The rest of the beasts are on someone else.

how tall are you?

I haven’t a clue. At least five foot six. That’s what I said when I went to get my ID, so that’s just how tall I’m going to be. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite subject in school?

Definitely English. It was always my favourite. It’s so fun.

dream job?

My dream would definitely be writing and creating art while having my own children to chase around during the days. :)

I don’t really know who to tag because it’s so late right now... My brain decided not to work. But you know, if you see this and want to do it, feel free to. And feel free to tag me if you do it. XD

April is the Cruelest Month Whump Event

Day One:

Grief -◊- Lost -◊- Torture -◊- "Please, I don't want to go back there."

Day Two:

Depression -◊- No one to hear -◊- Whipped -◊- "Who do you think you are?"

Day Three:

Betrayal -◊- Wartime -◊- Pool of blood -◊- "Everything's going to be okay. Just don't open your eyes yet."

Day Four:

Scapegoat -◊- Concussed -◊- Caught red handed -◊- "You always were the weak link."

Day Five:

Lied to -◊- Hallucination -◊- Seized by the hair -◊- "STOP IT, STOP IT!"

Day Six:

Self-sacrifice -◊- Chronic illness -◊- Stabbed -◊- "I just want to go home."

Day Seven:

Self-loathing -◊- Cave-in -◊- Shot -◊- "You seem to think we're friends.”

Day Eight:

Secrets -◊- Drowning -◊- Drugged -◊- "I don't want to kill you. I just want to make you scream."

Day Nine:

Overworked -◊- Feverish -◊- Coughing blood -◊- "Think very carefully about your answer.”

Day Ten:

Guilt -◊- Dangling -◊- Tied to a Chair -◊- "We're just getting started, sweetheart."

Day Eleven:

Fury -◊- Avalanche -◊- Rope burns -◊- "You're lucky to be alive."

Day Twelve:

Nightmare -◊- Train wreck -◊- Dislocation -◊- “Do not disobey me."

Day Thirteen:

Coercion -◊- Starving -◊- Collared -◊- "Bite down on this. It will only take a second."

Day Fourteen:

Living a lie -◊- On the run -◊- Hunted -◊- "Don't take another step!"

Day Fifteen:

Cold comfort -◊- Animal attack -◊- Strangled -◊- "They’re never getting better! Just give up already."

Day Sixteen:

Paranoia -◊- Buried alive -◊- Broken bones -◊- "Who do you think you are?"

Day Seventeen:

Fear of caretaker -◊- Sudden collapse -◊- Disfiguring wounds -◊- "It should have been you."

Day Eighteen:

Resigned to fate -◊- Haunted -◊- Branding -◊- "We need to get out of here, now."

Day Nineteen:

Conditioning -◊- Solitary confinement -◊- Stress positions -◊- "Please, I'm just tired."

Day Twenty:

Exhausted -◊- Falling from a high place -◊- Forced to beg -◊- "What are you going to do with me?"

Day Twenty-One:

Touch starved -◊- Adrift -◊- Injured in the escape -◊- "Who did this to you?"

Day Twenty-Two:

Touch aversion -◊- Migraine -◊- Blade to the throat -◊- "Do you trust me?" "No."

Day Twenty-Three:

Amnesia -◊- Car accident -◊- Old wounds -◊- "I know it was you."

Day Twenty-Four:

Tentative trust -◊- Captivity -◊- Bear trap -◊- "Why are you doing this?"

Day Twenty-Five:

Threats to a loved one -◊- Poisoned -◊- Squeezing a wound -◊- "You got blood on my shoes."

Day Twenty-Six:

Defiance -◊- Fire -◊- Human shield -◊- "I told you so."

Day Twenty-Seven:

Giving in -◊- Caught in the rain -◊- Held under water -◊- "Don't punish other people because you hate me."

Day Twenty-Eight:

Panic attack -◊- Pinned by rubble -◊- Hidden injury -◊- "Please—please, you have to help them!"

Day Twenty-Nine:

Cornered -◊- Hypothermia -◊- Bleeding out -◊- "One of them walks out of here. You pick."

Day Thirty:

Forced to wait -◊- Blizzard -◊- Wrenched arm -◊- "Pass me the bone saw."

hi!! you posted about whump fics and perhaps ideas for said whump fics. if you DO want ideas i have like a million rotting my brain and i would be over the moon to give them to you

Please... Please... Please.

I really want ideas.

I'm having the worst day today. I need ideas to distract myself. <3

all of it? all of it. I'll take all of it please

I need someone to explain this....

I'm honestly so confused.