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Female. Royai trash. Also a trash for many stuffs, but mostly Royai. Piano (albeit self-taught). FFN : tootooroo

[mamoru]

edward elric is so edgy and so pained and so hostile all the time and everyone buys it because he lost his family and some of his limbs and meanwhile al is in the corner having lost his entire body giggling to himself because he fit 3 whole cats in his stomach and nobody caught him yet

[savestarss]

I love your Royai collection on AO3. If you are still taking promps what about Madame Christmas asking Riza or both of them for grandbabies

royai deserve all the babies so thank u for this anon uwu so y e s thank u for this prompt anon!! i love it

also let’s just ignore the royai “we feel we don’t deserve to be happy” feels and let them have kiddies uwu

The two of them were sitting, staring at her, as if she’d grown another head.

“What?” It was a short and sharp question as Roy blinked at her like a fool.

“You heard me, boy.” Her tone was even and patient as she replied. But Chris Mustang didn’t repeat herself. Not even for her own son.

“Uh…”

Chris almost snorted. She’d never heard such a refined response from Riza before.

More silence followed for a beat, and Chris eyebrows twitched into a frown. It wasn’t that difficult a question to answer.

“Um, well,” Roy stuttered. He lifted his hand to the back of his neck, giving it a rub. It was a clear sign he was nervous. He glanced over at Riza, giving her a sheepish smile.

“Is it really so hard to answer?” Chris rolled her eyes when Roy stiffened at her tone. God, it was like he was a teenager again and she was scolding him.

“We were just taken aback, that’s all,” Riza replied. She looked slightly bewildered herself. Apparently this was not something they’d considered, or a topic they’d discussed together before.

Chris could never have begun to understand their relationship and how it worked throughout the years, so had never bothered to ask. She never would have poked and prodded either, at what was obviously a sensitive topic for her son, but they were publicly married now. They had been for a year. Despite that length of time, they’d been together forever. How could this not have come up between them?

“Grandkids,” Chris repeated sharply, not impressed at having to do so. “When are they coming?” She couldn’t help herself from snapping, not when Roy’s face was completely blank as he stared at her. Briefly, she considered if her question had short circuited his brain. It could be entirely possible.

The two shared a look.

Chris lifted her eyes to the heavens.

“We – We don’t know,” Roy answered.

“You’re married,” Chris shrugged. “What’s not to know?”

“You’ve been spending far too much time with Fuhrer Grumman,” Riza muttered to herself.

“I know,” Chris replied swiftly. “But the old coot brings up a good point. When are there going to be mini versions of you two running around?”

Roy spluttered.

“Do you need a glass of water,” Chris barked at him. His face looked white as a sheet. God help Riza if this was his reaction to being asked about kids. What would he be like when they actually had a kid? Probably hopeless.

“No,” he squeaked.

“I’m not putting any pressure on you,” Chris shook her head. “Just curious, that’s all. No harm in that.”

“No, you’re right, there’s not.” Riza appeared to have recovered and smiled at Chris. “At the moment, we’re not sure yet. It’s early days.”

Chris snorted this time. She couldn’t help herself. “You two have been joined at the hip for decades.”

“We’re just busy, that’s all,” Roy interjected, finally finding his voice. At least his face wasn’t as pale as before. “And we didn’t exactly expect you to drop a question like that on us during dinner.”

“What, a mother isn’t allowed to ask her son if he’s thinking about children?”

This time his face went slightly pink.

“It’s not like I’m asking how active you are –”

“Shut up!” he groaned, his face turning red.

Chris just chuckled to herself. He always was too easy to rile up.

“Just food for thought,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Truth is…” Riza trailed off, shooting Roy a look. “We have just been too busy. We’re leaving for Ishval in a few months and that would be no place to be pregnant. We have too much work to do.”

Chris noted the determination on her face. It was a valid answer. This project meant an incredible deal to both of them, so it was understandable that would take priority over everything else.

“I understand.”

“Afterwards…” A soft smile spread across Riza’s face. “Maybe.” She shot Roy another quick look, and it was enough to make his posture relax and make him smile. At least he didn’t look constipated anymore at the prospect of children.

“Maybe,” he agreed with a nod. “We’re not against it. We’ve just got too much to do first.”

“I understand,” Chris repeated. “I was just curious, that’s all,” she added, lifting her hands in surrender. Then, Chris snorted to herself. “I’ll pass your answer onto Grumman. Old man’s been badgering me to ask you for months.”

“He always asks me,” Roy frowned. “And I told him the same as I told you. Did he think you would get a different answer?”

Chris shrugged. “Who knows with him.”

“True,” Riza agreed.

“Well if we do decide, you and Grumman will be the first to know,” he replied with exasperation.

“That’s all I ask,” Chris smirked. “But when you come back from Ishval, promise me one thing?”

“What?” Roy cocked his head, curious as to what her question would be.

Chris just smirked to herself.

“Make it snappy.”

Roy choked on the piece of food he’d just put into his mouth while Riza patted his back sympathetically. Chris did note however, that there was a tinge of pink on Riza’s cheeks.

It was honestly just too easy to wind him up.

[jenny-jinya]

Full and finished short-story of the black cat. Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility. Please give credit when reposting, Thank you :)

[toasty-coconut]

“That dream… Can I entrust my back to it?”

[justbadpuns]

this made me exhale loudly

[blackpilotpen]

Twitter log.. Kind of 

And no.. I’m not uploading that Roy’s modelling photo (it make me blush)

[mayhw]

Don’t forget 3.Oct.11

[hiragis]

3.OCT.11

[akali]

[veryfunnymemes]

[fat-mabari]

S A M E

[anakinh]

iconique™ alphonse elric quotes from the fmab blooper reel which came out in 2014 (+ one for edward elric)

[powerfulwizard]

concept: bootleg copies of memes

[thefloatingstone]

[rock10zxa]

[ironicpumpkinspice]

W h o a

[loveitorreblogit]

[haunted-meatsack]

[gomboc123]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[butchsandwich-deactivated201912]

This conjures a mental image of a guy driving down the road, minding his own business, when the cat pops up next to him, he starts screaming, the cat starts screaming.

[seal-of-unknown]

me, begging, tears in my eyes: please. please just tell me what the book is about. the plot. please

a book annotation on the cover, unfazed: A Subversive Masterpiece. A Deep And Touching Story. The New York Times Bestseller. Go Fuck Yourself

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

that oldest sister feel when you just accept that any task not deliberately directed at someone in particular is going to be your responsibility

[karis-the-fangirl]

[hawk-queen]

Sometimes I really need a map of central city to find out how far away from central headquarters that tower from Death of the Undying was.

I don't think we appreciate enough how quick Roy got to Riza and Fuery when he heard those shots.

I mean, he was still on the phone with Elizabeth when she didn't answer him anymore. That fucker immediately dropped the phone, parkoured his way through that huge office building and got in the first available car, probably even stealing it from someone who was about to use it, and drove like a madman. (we have seen his driving style when the stakes are relatively low, now imagine what he was driving like when he thought Elizabeth bas being killed)

Then he jumped out of the car, definitely leaving it running because there is no time to waste, and ran up all those stairs, not even slowing down to make turns. He full on flung himself against the walls everytime he had to make a turn so he wouldn't sacrifice any speed.

(proof is the shot of him sweatily leaning against the doorway. He crashed into that doorway, there was no time to slow down)

And he came just in fucking time to rescue his team.

That fucker must have had several heart attacks in his full panic mode...

Kudos, Colonel Mustang. Kudos.