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Fullmetal Alchemist & Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Fanfiction

A Hop, Skip, and a Jump by SiryyGray

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Bookmark Series 1-4

Edward is nineteen when he’s shot and nineteen when he wakes up in the wrong world.

Again.

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Crossover between 03 and Brotherhood wherein everyone is confused and Edward has some baggage.

the garden gnomes started it

Cece (they/ them) local ace lesbian Welcome to the madhouse! It's chaos here and I revel in it. (SiryyGray on ao3)

[mildly-nerdy]

“Anything on Fullmetal?” Roy asked.

Fuery shook his head. “They weren’t at the library. Apparently the clerk said they hadn’t come by in a few days.”

He scowled at the ground. Now was not a good time for those two to be vanishing into thin air. It did no favours for his nerves as they sparked and sputtered. He huffed, glancing back to the Sargent. “Keep me posted on that. And the medical teams.”

He nodded grimly. “Of course. And… sir?”

“What is it?”

“They’ll turn up.”

Roy blinked. Something in his stomach twisted and a little nail of fresh fear drove through his chest.

What if—

No. That’s ridiculous.

Blues Upon a Whistle

A collaborative fic written by @liathgray​ and illustrated by me

Just having a grand ol’ time :)

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[levhach]

I’ve been obsessed with @liathgray ‘s fics recently so I did cover art for her two most recent, Capra and Blackwell Springs (which are so good btw y’all need to read… actually just read all their stuff lmao). Some ramblings about the process of making these under the cut… Okay so this is the first time I’ve done digital art in about… a year? Idk I was scared, but they turned out okay enough I reckon. I usually paint people so still life was fun practice for me. Capra cover: It was really hard to find reference of CoS Ed’s automail arm without the sleeve, so I have no idea if that’s his official one. I tried with the sleeve on but because of the layout you couldn’t see the mechanics so it just looked like a real arm which wasn’t what I wanted. ALSO I REALISE IN BROTHERHOOD AT THE END ED HAS HIS ARM BACK BUT SHHH IT MAKES A NICE VISUAL Blackwell Springs cover: When I say I have a word document dedicated to figuring this fic out… whew. The code from the first chapter says “Don’t trust the teapot”, so hopefully that becomes a relevant plot device at some point lmaoo. I’m gonna be embarrassed if it has already come up and it was completely irrelevant. If anyone else wants to share theories about this fic please god hit me up I’m going insane here.

[mildly-nerdy]

They couldn’t even drive to the scene as they normally would. Roy and his team were stuck taking the main roads, coasting along the busiest streets that happened to get a generous dusting of salt that morning and it took them three times as long as it should have to get to the cave in.

Hawkeye managed to break laws without batting an eye, cutting so many corners he was surprised the vehicle didn’t roll.

In the rearview, Falman and Havoc were following close behind, a little obscured by the slush and exhaust smoke being pumped out from behind the tires.

“How far are we?” He asked, casting a glance to Hawkeye.

Her shoulders tensed, but her expression somehow stayed neutral. The way she gripped the steering wheel was a dead giveaway, though. The same emotion had been bubbling through all of them since they’d gotten called in to organize a search and rescue half an hour earlier: they were pissed.

“Ten minutes or so.”

Blues Upon a Whistle

A collaborative work written by @liathgray​ and illustrated by me

It was such an honor and pleasure to collaborate with Cece on this project!! 

More to come... 

[mildly-nerdy]

Blues Upon a Whistle

“You’re not listening!” Havoc snapped. “I’m not saying this because I’m trying to rile everyone up, I’m saying it because I’m worried.” He gestured, his gloved hand cutting a swath through the persistent flurries to where the road continued a little ways off, untouched by the wrath of a late night storm. “You know as well as I do that they come by this area plenty and—“

“Enough, Havoc.” Roy growled. He tried to walk forward, feigning a sense of purpose, head high, but something caught his arm.

“Colonel.” He said, almost pleadingly. “Please, you gotta listen to me. They might’ve been here. They might still be here.” The shine across his eyes was horribly telling, so sincere and alarmingly good-natured in a way that Havoc rarely was. This was painfully truthful and a touch too desperate for Roy’s liking. That alone almost entirely convinced Roy but—but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

A collaborative fic written by @liathgray​ and illustrated by me

One of my personal faves, but those uniforms were a pain in the ass.