HIATUS

HIATUS

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ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ):      birdie TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):      july 14. THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):      cancer / rooster. FOUR ( HEIGHT ):   5′ 4.5″. FIVE ( HOBBIES ):   writing, reading, gaming, horseback riding. SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ):      purple, red, silver. SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):   anything by tamora pierce. leia, princess of alderaan by claudia gray. EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ):     super trouper from mamma mia 2 soundtrack  NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ):     mamma mia 2 TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):      tbh??? my rp partners (i look up to apollo @conflagrationisms). film. ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ):      i’m not sure anymore. i work in gov’t now tho TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  prodigy of flame. roy not only deciphered flame alchemy he mastered it. the man is a walking weapon if he wanted to be.

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[conflagrationisms]

@prodigyoflame

     What kind of a hero commits mass murder? Roy asks himself that every day he wakes up in ISHVAL. Mornings begin the same: orders, coffee, extermination ( and he hates it ), but what can he do? Refusing to KILL goes against his chances to rise in rank; committing to MURDER snuffs out innocent lives. He’s selfish for choosing himself, his goals, over the people burning by his hand. A disgusting selfish MONSTER: the Raging Flame Alchemist ( some title that is ).

     Today he’s tailing his twin, Wild Fire, Ren Mustang; it’s a routine patrol of their sector. KILL ON SIGHT is the order this time, nothing unusual about that; it’s quiet, something doesn’t feel right. Something tells him to look towards their left, the GLINT of a scope catches his dark eyes, it’s pure instinct to shove Ren to the ground.

     Soft tissue, organs, and PAIN; not enough time to snap and take care of the target. He’d fallen backwards against the cracked stone floor in a bloom of CRIMSON. Choked gasp, a trickle down his chin, they’re alone so far from camp ( the sun is already dipping beneath the horizon ) and he feels so COLD.

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           They’d enlisted to protect their country. Was this protecting their country? Ren murmured his doubts to his twin late at night, just the two of them at their little cook fire. They intimidated the other soldiers; Ren with his quiet, dark gaze and Roy with his fiery temper. WEAPONS meant to be used to end the rebellion. He could’ve refused his orders, been charged for treason and executed, but he didn’t.

          Ren set out on his patrol, quietly contemplating the landscape. The ‘rebels’ were scared of the twin flame alchemists. The occasional brave man would come out, but he believed the war was nearly over. They were scared of the alchemists. Especially after a demonstration of the combined ability that Wild Fire and Raging Flame had. They could destroy all of Ishval if they were as heartless as some.

          He paused to examine something in the debris and was suddenly shoved to the ground as a crack of a gunshot went off. Without thinking, Ren turned his body and snapped his fingers and sent a pinpointed explosion in the direction the sound had come from. It was then that he realized Roy had shoved him to the ground and had taken a bullet for him.

          “ROY,” the scream tore from his throat. “Nononono.” Ren collapsed to his knees and gathered Roy into his arms, hand pressing to the bullet wound. “Stay with me, Roy. C’mon, bro, stay with me.”

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She's hugging him from behind, kissing the nape of his neck softly with open mouthed kisses before she chuckles against his skin. "You are mine."

               He had been tired, and he knew he was in far too deep now, but he was finally breathing properly. He’d thought he could manage to stay afloat. Yet the longer Lust had him under her control the farther he slipped. Roy barely recognized himself when he really considered it, or when he was challenged by what was left of his team. He’d burn entire neighbourhoods if she asked him to.

              Roy lifted a hand and settled it over hers when he felt her arms slid around him. He was hers. But that didn’t make her his in return. No. He’d have to work much harder for that, to get beneath the monster’s skin with his fire. Did he want that? Possibly. Very likely. He liked what she offered.

              “Mm, proud of yourself, are you?”

              He’d lost himself. And he was embracing it. 

@exoptabilis

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conflagrationisms‌:

He hasn’t been this UNSURE in years and it shows through clouded eyes. It felt like his initial days learning flame alchemy; the fear and uncertainty that he wouldn’t get BURNED too badly and wouldn’t be able to continue. In a way, the tale of Icarus applied as much to HIMSELF as it did Edward Elric. They both set their sights impossibly high and their wax wings melted, sending them CRASHING to the ground.  As different as their goals were, they suffered because of their arrogance.

“  I’m  scared,  Ren.  “

Flash back to their childhood, two boys sitting together waiting for their Aunt. Twins ORPHANED, the future up in the air, with nothing but a pillow case full of clothes. Roy had curled up against his brother, sobbing, I’m scared, Ren, he said as a car appeared down the road. It was so long ago but, right now, it felt like YESTERDAY. That fear of the unknown and what might happen if things didn’t start looking up. They were alive, yes, that was a gift of course. He would not take that SECOND CHANCE for granted, wouldn’t give it up for the world, he simply wished he could see it for himself.

“  What  do  we  do  before  then,  brother?  I  don’t  want  to  stay  in  this  hospital  bed.  “

He wanted to don his uniform and stand up, MARCH into his new office, and begin again. Ren would have a new office too, wouldn’t he? He’d been promoted as well right? If not, Roy would raise as much HELL as was possible in his condition. 

               Ren knew that in some parts of life he was the stronger twin, in others it was Roy. He didn’t have Roy’s natural charm, the charisma that he could put on and others would follow. At least, he didn’t think he did. His brother wore power and influence like he wore his jacket. He could be his brother’s strength.

              “It’s okay to be scared,” he reassured. 

              A hand gently stroked the back of Roy’s head and lips pressed to his forehead. Chris had told Ren once, that she hadn’t known what to expect when she’d picked up the twins. She hadn’t seen them since they were born and yet they were now in her care. She said Ren stood there with a stubborn face and dark eyes that promised trouble, holding his twin. Roy had grown up considerably, he’d become a man to rally behind in the darkest of times, and Ren was able to stand behind him (a mirrored face, smiling in a crowd).

              “You have to stay in the hospital for now. So do I... But we can go to the garden. Some sun might do us both good.”

[zedpm]

I’m The Flame Alchemist and I’m gonna be Fuhrer

My beats are hot and my rhymes are purer

[trshmth-blog]

The worst thing is that                                       they aren’t even nightmares                                                                                           they’re memories.

[lightsintheskye]

I had to do this (x). 

*please dont repost my works on other sites~!*

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Again, I apologize for the wait on threads (here and on Greed) <3 I’m dealing with Some Shit in my life rn and just need patience <3

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reminder you can also find me on my sideblog

[lukas-musings]

                   Another cup of coffee  d o w n                   And I promise that I’m  ғ ɪ ɴ ᴇ

                                                                                “You look tire–”                                                                                       I’m fine.                                                                           “Have you been sleep–”                                                                                       I’m fine                                                                                “Are you oka–”                                                                                     I’ᴍ ғɪɴᴇ!                                                               Stop asking, I’m fine!

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I normally don’t do munday but !!! my make up is adorable --

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pulls him down for a kiss tbh

               The General was staring off as he considered the things he had to do the following day. He barely even noticed when his office door closed, nor when his adjutant and lady friend smiled at him. There was a lot to do still and so much was changing - it seemed slow, but it was at a pace that made some yet grumble too much, too fast.

              Roy was pulled from his thoughts by a hand on the back of his neck and he looked down at the woman he adored. She got a soft smile before she was pulling him down to meet her lips. His arms circled around Riza and he pulled her close.

              Kissing her was like coming home, only they’d never left one another. And with the Fuhrership within reach there was nothing more he wanted to do then kiss her at the end of this day and every day.

@reigningsniper

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Give her a kiss 💋

                    Their kisses were vicious. There was hardly any softness between them, gentleness was never going to be in their cards. Roy wanted to bleed for her and make her bleed, even as they kissed. Their twisted relationship was a war all in its own. He bared his teeth at her and she returned the snarl from above him.

                   Roy pressed the sinful creature into the wall and hiked her up, hands resting beneath thighs and ass. He pressed her lips to his roughly even as he knew she wanted to laugh. His teeth bit down into her bottom lip until he tasted blood. The Flame Alchemist drew his head back and licked his lips as they stared at each other.

                   His breath came ragged and he didn’t even try to compose himself before he leaned forward to scatter love bites across her throat.

@exoptabilis

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How does he react without squeaking. His neck was very sensitive and it wasn’t helping him when Mustang continued to touch him ever so lightly. He takes a breath and looks away. “I feel like it’s already heading my way.” He mumbled, his cheeks reddening more now.

               Roy thought he caught sight of a flush starting on Edward’s cheeks. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see. His thumb ran a line from the younger man’s hairline to the top of his spine, more bold and less casual given Edward wasn’t batting his hand away. “Hm? What was that?”

@alchemyxfreak

[everythingispossiblewhenubelieve]

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@smckinggun

               Roy thought he’d flipped the lock on the bathroom. He didn’t give a shit that it was a shared washing space, he needed some quiet. He refused to shower here but needed to wash his face and wake up a little. His head lifted from the sink and he wiped his face with the towel around his shoulders, ready to give the person crap. Except it was Havoc and he was hard pressed to be a dick for the sake of it.

              “Washing up or do you need me?”