#saffron-soul

[mamaxeph]

saffron-soul’s fluffy RoyEd kiss

[major-victory]

In regards to the ishvalan au, maybe try and think why its a bad idea? Not trying to dictate what you post, but give some thought as to why its very, very problematic. Ill probably get my computer back thursday.

No i understand your reasoning; I read through your and lingedward’s post on it. But I’m not liking it bc it’s “edgy” or w/e, it makes for an interesting story. I’m not making light of genocide either - you ever see darker than black? whole series is about preventing genocide honestly. 

But look at it from another side (lol that isn’t an order, just a suggestion): in the real world there are people who act against their own race everyday. It’s on record that some of (read: some) the worst racial violence tends to be against one’s own color. Pretending something like that doesn’t exist isn’t realistic, and the idea of Scar and his people working through that is mostly what interests me about it.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

ok so I had no idea about this 1D shit because I don't listen to or follow them at all but I've been eating the popcorn on this one and WHOOOOOOOO BOY that twitter account just leaked a number and this is gr8 to watch wow thanks for getting me invested

YOU’RE WELCOME. I’ve been enjoying the drama with some wine all night.

And dude, they’ve leaked Harry’s and Louis’ actual fucking phone numbers how the shit did they get that??? And the emails they leaked earlier actually worked. And they’re gonna be up to 12k soon.

This is WILD 

edit: JOKES for the “Harry” number they posted the number of someone who’s been fighting with them to remove their twitter for the past hour.

[reactcr]

tattoo au for saffron-soul! I went super generic, hope you don’t mind! 

[bryke-official]

im fine with gays. i have nothing against the gays. in fact i think gays are fabulous!!!1!!! please make mako a gay so I can pretend he can be my fabulous shopping buddy. i am not a homophobe. i love gays. gays are baes. #lovewins #ijustdontlikewhentheyinterferewithmyships #imstillnothomophobiciswear #gays

Literally every straight person who puts a rainbow edit on their profile pictures on facebook but refuses to share a changeroom with queer people.

[riviia]

u know what i want to say to u right now go ahead guess

Yes I will sit on your face

[elrxc]

au where Ed gets into an accident after the promised day and ends up having to get automail again. al feels awful, but ed keeps making jokes about it.

hmmm.. give me a moment..

okay, set time and place: after the promised day, Ed is in the West researching alchemy.

“Of course even after our fights in our own country, we still have border confrontations with Drachma to the North. We just don’t know much about their culture and alchemy techniques, if they even practice alchemy.” commented Ed. 

He and his brother, Alphonse, have been traveling over the land for alchemy studies, only in contact through letters. Al has learned so much from his studying in Xing. Ed, however, not so much.

“Hm, interesting, and you and your younger brother did those things you said all alone?” questioned the governor of the state of Creta (I have no name ideas).

“Nope! We had a few helpers along the way.” Ed grinned at his comment. It never fails to put a smile on his face to think of his family back home.

“That’s amazing! So, I’m guessing you’ve come here to research on our uses of alchemy?” the governor replied.

“Actually yes and no, I’ve come to ask about the border war you’ve been having with Drachma. It’s getting heated I hear from Mustang. He’s gotten reports of massive casualties, so I’ve come here to put his questions at ease you could say.” Ed smirked. He knew he was getting into something that wasn’t much of his business. He could tell from the glare of the governor. 

‘Mustang doesn’t know when to keep his nose out of things it shouldn’t be in, does he?’ thought the governor. He smiled. “Ah of course! We don’t have anything to keep from anyone, so I suppose it’s only fair to keep our neighborly country informed. Come with me.” he gestured. 

The governor walked Ed out of his office and to the door in the hall, where two guards were waiting to escort him out.

“No gentlemen, that won’t be needed.” the governor told the guards. “In fact, we’re going to show our friend here our customs in this country.” he sneered.

Too quickly for Ed to react, one of the guards had put a cloth over Ed’s mouth and the other went around him and pulled both Ed’s arms behind his back.

Ed fought as hard as he could but he still was not use to not having a strong automail arm to help him. The chemical in the cloth over his mouth started to do its purpose and he began to see black spots.

The governor put is face right next to Ed’s.

“This will make you and your country learn to stay in your own affairs.” He smiled.

Then, blackness.

It was like going through getting an auto mail arm again. But the same time, like a dream. The pain, the surgeries, the blood. So much blood. 

Ed suddenly awoke staring at a stone ceiling. Sweat was covering his face and he was breathing hard. It was dark and cold, and it smelled of must and blood. 

He looked at his surroundings. He was in what seemed to be an underground jail cell. The only source of light being a kerosene lamp in the stone hallway outside of this cell. 

Ed looked down at himself and he saw he was on a cot, with a blanket wrapped around his body. But something didnt feel right, he felt woozy and drugged. 

“What’s going on? Hey!! Is anyone?… here?” he began to feel sleepy again.

‘No… no I have to wake up. I need to get out of here!!’ he said in his mind.

“Well well, look who’s up? I wouldn’t move too much now, your wounds need to heal before you go.” said a voice from outside the cell.

“Who’s there? What happened? Why am I in here?!” Ed began to wake up the more he talked.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself? Get up.” the voice told Ed.

Suddenly, something didn’t feel right, he couldn’t feel the top part of his shoulders at all. He couldn’t feel his arms.

“Remember how you told me how you use both your arms to create transmutations, and how all powerful your alchemy was?” Ed knew now this was the voice of the governor. He was standing right outside looking at Ed.

With a horrified expression, Ed used his torso to sit up and looked at himself. 

Both of his arms were gone.

[mthaytr]

I started reading Limits of Control last night at 10pm. Between then and now (12:30pm), I have taken two hours to nap. I have now finished the completed chapters of the sequel. I dont think I have ever been this invested in a story. I don't know when or if you are updating next, as it seems there hasn't been one in a while, but please know you have created a fucking masterpiece. I saw that you have a book out and as soon as my bank account allows me Im getting it. Thank you. Holy shit.

AAAH  *blushes furiously*

I am so so fucking flattered and happy, thank you thank you thank you for sending me this lovely message.  *KISSES YOU VIGOROUSLY*

I figured I’d go ahead and post this publicly because, very likely, there’s more than one of you who wants the answer to this question.  WHEN THE HELL IS THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING OUT.

WELL.  Let me say that I have no intention whatsoever of abandoning the fic.  HOWEVER, I also basically took myself a good long break on it, because jesus, for about two years I wrote NOTHING but that verse.  Like, every single day, I woke up in the morning and I wrote on it.  I didn’t let myself work on other projects because I was afraid that if I did, I might never finish this one (haha ha ha ha ha).  But that led to burnout, which led to me not wanting to add anything to it, and then I’ve had this heap of mental issues and shit, and I can’t guarantee that it’s gonna be quick BUT I /can/ tell you that I’m finally actively interested in getting back to work on it again.  This is what you call a Good Sign :)

Anyway, thank you again for the love Q_Q it makes me very happy!