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A continuation of this comic. Yeah, more shenanigans with Al being the troll he is.
But at least Cat and Ed seem to be getting along better this time! :D Progress is progress.
Maybe I should stop making comics for SSB and actually finish the last chapter . . . Anyways, a Christmas gift from me to you 💕
Hope you like!
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God Bless,
-RainFlame
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Art by me
Characters belong to Arakawa
Ed’s first meeting with Al’s cat.
Their friendship had a rough start, but Cat warmed up eventually c:
Just some super rough lines and an abuse of motion blur. Idk how to comic.
Just some SSB art c:
God Bless,
-RainFlame
Art (and Cat) by me
Ed and Al (c) Arakawa
Some quick art of Ed in uniform inspired by one of @the-original-akarri‘s upcoming fics c: Is this technically fan art? Is that what we call it? Idk, but I’m excited about Ed in uniform xD
Anyways, hope you like. Keep your eyes peeled for that fic xD
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God Bless,
-RainFlame
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Art by Me
Character by Arakawa
Commission Info
A little color pallet challenge I did with @mildly-nerdy and @liathgray. I’ve never done one of these, so hopefully I followed all the rules xD
I’ve also never drawn my favorite emperor before D: A crime.
Hope you enjoy!
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God Bless,
-RainFlame
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Art by me
Character (c) Arakawa
Idk if I ever posted this here or not, but I did a cover for a fan comic a few years ago and this was what I came up with. There are problems, but I still like it c:
All I really remember is sobbing as I re-drew Al’s armor over and over again xD
Anyways, hope you like!
God Bless,
-RainFlame
So, somebody pitched a Cars AU in the discord and . . . I did a thing.
I should be ashamed.
But I’m not.
I’ll leave you to your nightmares 💜
Some nonsense @mildly-nerdy challenged me to write today. Written in fifteen minutes over my lunch break. To say this has been edited would be an overstatement. Enjoy the silliness.
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FMA SHORT FIC
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“Alphonse!”
Al peeks around the corner, trying to pull all that sweet innocent brother crap, but it doesn’t fool Ed for a second.
“Yes, Brother?”
Ed picks up his coat—his favorite coat, the only physical possession he’s ever really loved—and holds it up to Al’s face. “What is this?”
Al’s lip does that thing where it twitches up and down real fast before he can smother it. Al hasn’t been very good about keeping his facial expressions in check since getting his body back, and it makes him a terrible liar. “Looks like your coat, Brother.”
“You see,” Ed begins with false calm in his voice and real murder in his eyes, “that’s what I thought too, until I noticed that it’s now gray instead of red and it’s now a waistcoat instead of a coat?! What did you do?!” Is he yelling? It feels like he’s yelling.
Al fights back his smile again. Ed is considering helping it off of his face with a well placed fist. “Winry and I talked it over and we decided we didn’t want you to go to dinner with us dressed like a gothic gremlin.”
“Gothic gremlin?” Ed hisses. “I’ll show you a gothic gremlin if you don’t fix this right now.” If Ed had his alchemy, he’d be doing more than fixing his clothes right now.
Al remains unswayed and way too pleased with himself. “Not until after dinner.”
Ed makes a noise like a frog caught in a blender. “You know what? Fine,” he growls, stalking to his closet. “You guys hate the coat? Then I hope you enjoy my leather pants and my black short coat and—“
Ed opens his wardrobe and stops.
He stares.
His clothes . . . all of his wonderful, leather, black and red clothes have been replaced with neutrals and button downs and things that were very much the likes of Mustang and very much not Ed.
Ed slowly turns to his little brother.
“Al.”
Alphonse shifts ever so slightly toward the door. “It was for your own good . . .”
“Alphonse.”
“And for Winry. Don’t you want to make Winry happy, Brother?”
“Al.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go finish getting ready.”
He takes off at a run.
“GET BACK HERE.”
Fin
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand
-In Christ Alone, Getty and Townsend
