Mehr Writes

Mehr, he/they, adult | AO3: @mehraea | Naruto, ATLA, LOZ, FMA, Deus Ex

[mehraea]

Hello, Worldmaker 

Edward Elric trades something much lighter and denser than a limb at the gate. Well. He’s not really an Alchemist these days. The Ishvalans manage to hold out a few years longer than anyone expected. Alphonse Elric is a real boy. Edward Elric cuts Equivalent Exchange as Amestris’ bloodied warpath curves.

[t-rexseesyoursins]

Still never gonna be over the fact that it took Maes Hughes one night to figure out the truth about Amestris when it took the rest of the cast half the series

[mehraea]

Writing is so nonserious. One week you'll be writing an unhinged physicist who sees information theory as unresolved familial grief. And then the next week you'll be writing about his boyfriend(s) who want him to stop cryptically muttering mathematics because it's not sexy bedroom talk. it is.

[buttercupsss]

I’ve concluded that I’m never going to finish this so here you are. Enjoy and cry.

The Summer Ling Died by shatterboxin ( @mutopians )

[thedireful]

Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I'm nobody, absolutely nobody.

[qvarr]

This piece has been rotting in my art folder for months now and I finally figured out how I Wanted to color/render Dinraal.

I want to make a piece for each of the dragons, so consider this part 1 of the set.

[ageofimprisonmentcountup]

1103 Days since Tears of the Kingdom released.

[flufflecat]

almost time

[jenny-holzer]

[1rakus]

[bakedbakermom]

if you ever find yourself writing fanfiction and thinking "this is too indulgent" that is the devil talking and he can go ahead and shut the fuck up

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[mehraea]

Snippet: It’s a romcom at the end of the world, Edward just isn’t aware of it yet.

“Are you really gonna eat all that?” Ed says, eyeing the fifth plate of steaming dumplings. Greed gestures for more salty milk tea.

“Come on, you State Alchemists are practically shitting gold,” Greed says. The side effect of having the Xingese brat’s body are increasingly annoying and frequent cravings. Not my fault Amestrians refuse to use spices, Ling says.

“Not an alchemist,” Ed hisses. The cheap plastic chair he’s sitting on creaks. “’sides, I don’t like being in Central too long, asshole.” The last word he adds in Xingese

Greed rolls his eyes. Well, at least this one’ll be fun till he dies. “Where to next?”

“The North.”

"And by the way." Ling slurps the last of the tea. “Asshole is the rising-falling tone not rising-flat, grasshopper.”

Ed cusses him in Amestrian this time.

[mehraea]

You will have to steal third person limited from my cold dead hands

[darkaviarymc]

[mehraea]

Hello, Worldmaker 

Edward Elric trades something much lighter and denser than a limb at the gate. Well. He’s not really an Alchemist these days. The Ishvalans manage to hold out a few years longer than anyone expected. Alphonse Elric is a real boy. Edward Elric cuts Equivalent Exchange as Amestris’ bloodied warpath curves.

[homunculus-argument]

I think it would be funny to write a murder mystery where not only did every single character involved have an obvious motive to kill this mf, they were actually all attempting to murder him first, but the murder attempts all cancelled each other out all except for one. Two people tried to poison him but the poisons just happen to work as antidotes for each other, and instead of killing him only gave him the shits, and due to having the shits he couldn't go hunting that day like he had planned, foiling the plans of the one who had conditioned his favourite hunting horse to panic and bolt at the cue of a whistle, and the other murder attempt of tampering with his gun so that it would have exploded his whole face off.

The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.

[terriwriting]

Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.

[copperbadge]

When I was in high school a friend of mine would host murder mystery dinners once or twice a year. They were the kind you could buy as a kit -- I don't even know if they exist anymore -- and everyone was assigned (or chose) a character, then received a booklet of clues to share. The idea was to spend an evening in a one-shot LARP designed like an Agatha Christie novel.

I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.

After we solved it, we discovered that the game wasn't from a kit -- the host had written it herself and meticulously printed out the booklets in replica style of the kits. It was the best going-away party I think I could possibly have had.

[muchmossymess]

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