[hollow-head]

"who do you self insert as when you read?"

This is me when I read:

[052-jy]

(flashing lights! Sorry)

That look in your eyes still haunt me

:3c

[guardianheartart]

Not sure if there is a FMA community here anymore, but I’m really hoping to reconnect if there is…

I’m really falling for these two again. Wanted to play with some moody lighting, and explore their “hiding in plain sight” energy.

[formerlychalamet]

i'm trying to fight the second one but THE VOICES-

[snow124-art]

Everything will be fine

Little drawing to comfort myself

[052-jy]

Roy and Riza in Leon and Ada's fit 🫣

[snow124-art]

Pure chaos and happiness (in the background))

It’s just an accident drawing, juuust a little thought………….

The guys in the background are probably doing something like that "crazy walk-dance in the church" scene from The Office.

[eliounora]

it’s almost like you’re not afraid of anything I do…🎵

[snow124-art]

He’s just too cool to not draw him, okay?…

[052-jy]

Knight!au royai ⚔️

[janthesevenette]

c can. can you tell i like fullmetal alchemist. can you tell.

[brbarou]

it's past midnight! /doodles royai while half asleep/ perfect

[anafigreen]

don’t go where I can’t follow

[anafigreen]

[somewhere in Central]

[courtmartialme]

i depend on you

[dyingroses]

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood + text posts and stuff

[zenscrypt]

forever fucked up about how riza asked roy to burn her father’s work from her back when we know it’s only partially burned, implying roy couldn’t bring himself to hurt her any more than that BUT WHAT’S EVEN WORSE is that he might’ve learned how to be precise with his alchemy because of this. or, at the very least, he had to be so fixated on precision so he couldn’t hurt riza even further.

how far did he go before he couldn’t take the thought of hurting her? how much pain did riza try to hide from him before she broke? was her pain the reason he stopped or was it his own horror with himself? how badly were his hands shaking? how loud did she scream? what happened after? how gentle were his hands, how tender was her skin, how quiet were they in the afterglow of the war and the horrific crimes they’ve committed and the sins weighing on their back?

I am so unwell .