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Meme | Accepting

▲: The Mun’s Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

I’m a Virgo! I hate getting around to organizing, but when I do it, I find it very calming and I just plain like to clean (i just never do it whoops lmao)I’m also kinda the Mom Friend, but less so now than when I was a teenager actually- and a perfectionist, so I guess it fits me.

And my Chinese Zodiac is Year of the Dog!

[scentedbygunpowder]

"Have you ever stayed in bed all day with Hayate and a pint of ice cream, Miss Riza?"

Remember: She can still aim (AKA I wanted a nifty title bc everyone else had one)

She has to think for a moment. Because it’s not as if she gets many days off, and when she does, she usually spends them being at least somewhat productive.

But there was that one day a couple of years ago. Where she was not-exactly sick (more like getting over it) and she basically stayed in bed all day long because she was that exhausted. Hayate was definitely with her for most of the day, and she just didn’t want to get up. She had eaten some ice cream that day, but it hadn’t been a whole pint. Still, she supposed it counted?

“Well… Close enough to that, i suppose. Also–aren’t you a little young for drinking games, Miss Winry?”

Not that it stops her from tossing it back anyway. Winry is a big girl, and has probably seen people casually drinking before.

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Drink Count: 1

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write a random fact about your character (:

Handwriting meme // Accepting

trans:

Falman likes to garden and he talks/rants to his plants

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SEND ME 🦋 TO FIND MY MUSE DANCING ALONE!@losermachinejunkie​

One, two, threeOne, two, threeOne, two, threeOne, two, spin

Riza Hawkeye spun on her toe, her arms up and in position as if they were holding on to a person as she danced in the small clearing, humming a tune lightly as she did. For once, the soldier was dressed rather casually, her hair down, and a light skirt and shirt on, as well as a pair of flats. The small area she was in was hidden in a small grove of trees, big enough for her to dance, small enough to be hidden.

Risembool was, she had decided, a very nice place. They had been here about a week, she being ordered by the Colonel to escort Ed and Al back so Ed could get maintaince done on his automail. She was highly suspicious that the reason they had been ordered an escort, the reason Ed hadn’t objected to her as an escort, and the reason that it had been a week was because of her injury. It wasn’t that serious, but Mustang did have a tendency to overreacted when someone on his team was hurt. (And the team seemed to have a bit of a protective streak when she was hurt, although  none of them ever admitted to it.)

It had been an attack on Mustang, a citizen who had a grudge against him getting close to him with a knife. She had gotten between them, taking the stab in the collarbone area. She had lost a decent amount of blood, and the area had to be stitched up. The doctor had insisted on a sling as well, just to keep the stitches from being pulled on by the weight of her arm. But all in all there hadn’t been much damage, and she was going to have a short healing time.

Still, the Colonel had insisted, and so here she was, in Risembool, waiting to take the Elrics back to Central. The boys seemed to be relaxing a bit, and Hayate was enjoying exploring the countryside with Den (thank goodness the two dogs got along). Riza had done what she could to help around the house, but in the times when there was nothing to do, she found herself searching for something to do. With the annual Military Gala coming up, practicing her dancing seemed like a good idea.

One, two, threeOne, two, threeOne, two, threeOne, two, spin

She spun again--and paused, as she noticed a blonde girl watching her from the edge of the small clearing. “Winry...”

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‘ you’re just the most throat-punchable boy in all the world. ’

new girl starters; @losermachinejunkie​

             EDWARD IS IN A MOOD. His leg hasn’t been quite right ever since he’d duked it out with some creeps in South City. It’s a good thing he had ventured so close to Rush Valley, since Resembool would be a real pain to get back to. Even so, as he reclines back in chair, stirring the juice in his cup with a straw, Ed can’t help but grouse.

               His plan had been to be back on the road with his brother before the sun had even set. Yet with her latest diagnosis, Winry assured her client that, at fastest, this will be an overnight job. It seems that neither his irritability nor his protests go unnoticed. Edward scowls at her response.

                “I thought you were supposed to be FAST at your job, or something. Al and I have to be on the road, I’ve gotta get moving!”

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WHAT SAY YOU?   ╱   ACCEPTING    ╱   @losermachinejunkie

♡ - I love everything about your blog. Just EVERYTHING.

biased lil bitch…………………… jk jk i love you and i appreciate that you follow my peach and deal with me obsessing about her. post in something.

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@losermachinejunkie replied to your post “((apparently, no one wants to get Hawkeye drunk XD” 

// i feel like riza would be a cheap date, one drink and KO

@mckeitbeautiful replied to your post “((apparently, no one wants to get Hawkeye drunk XD”

She’s the designated driver

((I missed these last night, I’m so sorry! But lol, it took more then one drink, and lol I can totally see her being the designated driver!

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"Have you ever lied to me about how you broke your automail?"

how drunk can you get my muse? send me “have you ever”s and for every one my muse has done, they’ll take a drink.

He almost considered lying, or at least bending the truth. Most of the time he was just vague, not giving the exact details. Usually it was over stupid little things, stuff he didn’t fully want to admit to and set off a lecture. Except sometimes….

“It was nothing…”

Bullets. Spikes. Falling off buildings. Broken bones. Petrified moments of if Al was alright. Burns on his skin. People running at him with knives. Chimera looking for a good place to sink their teeth in… Automail was stronger than bone, and Winry’s stuff was the toughest thing out there. Ed knew, sometimes, if he didn’t put his arm or leg in the way to take the brunt of the force, he wouldn’t ever make it back to repairs.

“……..”

He just took the shot and didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to worry about them more than she already did.