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Dec. 12th, 2006 02:05 am
aquabean: (Roy - Tastes like steel)
It turned out hot when I coloured it. That is all.


Unf.
aquabean: (Sexy Wounds...)
Watched House of Fly Daggers today. Really liked one of the actors. Did a search.


I HAVE FOUND ROY'S DADDY OMG


No, seriously. I bring you examples.



LOOK AT HIM! JUST LOOK AT HIM! )

Nnnng. My brain is all kinds of squishy now. Hooolycrap. And check out the gallery. Seriously, I do rather think I'm going to need a few icons. Gah. The jaw. The cheekbones. His eyes and mouth. Wrong nose, but then I'd be willing to believe that Roy got that from his mother. Heh.
aquabean: (pen)
Title: For King or Country
Author: Rune
Words: 151
Notes: The result of a conversation and then silence. I am quite positive that one line in particular is the fault, entirely, of [livejournal.com profile] karotsamused. So I made her beta. For both of these things she receives much love. (Spoilers for the end of the anime and possibly for severe hybridization of manga and anime canon.)
Summary: Perhaps he had had a plan in the beginning. That didn't matter now.


It happened in the weeks after... )
aquabean: (pen)
Title: Second Sight
Author: Rune
Words: 274
Notes: It's been, quite seriously, months since I've written anything. Without [livejournal.com profile] karotsamused or [livejournal.com profile] ranalore I'd never have done this one either. They are brilliant betas. Also? I'm going to go ahead and whore myself out for feedback. Please? Because you love me? (Spoilers for the end of the anime.)
Summary: Roy used to have a dream. Now he has a vision.

They'd told him, in the beginning, that he shouldn't be alarmed... )
aquabean: (Subtext Sharks)
All right, it's not subtext, or even deep at all, but I haven't used this icon in a while and I wanted to.

Am spending my lunch at the library, which, it turns out, has free wireless internet. My lunches have just become 63% less productive.

Except that I figured out some fairly interesting stuff about vaguely squick-tastic FMA medical spoilers. )
aquabean: (pen)
Title: The Underground.
Author: Rune
Words: 417
Notes: [livejournal.com profile] ranalore inspired it and beta'd it too. I'd look much sillier without her. Set between chapters 43 and 44 of the manga.
Summary: It is information shared. A cold comfort now, he knows....


His voice was low, a whisper against prying ears... )
aquabean: (What. The. Fuck!)
*points to entry heading* Yes, in something like exactly that order.

I've finished the manga scans of FMA that [livejournal.com profile] ranalore gave me and -- Damn it woman, where's the end?!*

Okay, okay, I understand that maybe you don't have the end, or maybe you're going to get them to me later, but when I wrapped up last night I was laying on the futon in the guest room crying like a little baby and wondering, "But, but, what happens?"

Needless to say, that I now have a new OTC and that Roy owns this strange and previously unoccupied portion of my little fannish heart. I even made Roy icons. *facepalm* I'll upload them when I get home.

On another FMA related note, the second disk of that Complete Soundtrack I bought? Actually a DVD. It has textless opening and closing credits for all four seasons. They are gorgeous. The story they tell on their own is also rather interesting. By the end, you're just...when the credits make me cry I know I'm screwed.

Alright, need to finish checking email and then back upstairs for left over pizza and jelly beans. No, the jelly beans aren't left over, we just bought those fresh. XP


*Umm...if you do have more can I pretty, pretty please get them from you this weekend? Please... Heh. I know, I know, no more shinny. But I have gotten more roadtrip fic done, so... *G*
aquabean: (Between the emotion and the response)
So, I've slowly been getting myself addicted to FullMetal Alchemist. I love Ed and I love Al and Hughes just makes my insides turn to nothing but fuzzy warmness. And then there's Roy. I've always liked him. He's cocky and a bastard to Ed, and protective as all get-out. He needs Hughes like meat needs salt, and he's got ambition the where most people have common sense, and then he's got enough common sense to make himself Fuhrer one day too. I've always liked him, but there wasn't every really anything in it. Until an episode I saw a while back. There was a war, and we saw Roy, before. He was an idealist. The light in his eyes was the same light that you see in Ed's eyes sometimes, and then...oh, and then there was the war.

The Roy that we see poking at Ed, plotting with Hughes, quietly planning to rule the country isn't the same Roy who left for the war in Ishvar, isn't the same Roy who came back from the war either. There is a remarkable, remarkable man hiding inside all that bravado and dry sarcasm.

And then there are the fic that make you fall in love with a character all over again. I've got two authors and three fic to rec for you tonight. Fic that made me look first at Roy and then at what he and Ed could be together, all over again.


Jelly Beans
By [livejournal.com profile] kay_cricketed

There is an absurdity to the horror of war that walks a fine line between dark humour and madness.

Roy didn't answer. He was slumped on his cot in the darkness, leaning back against one of the poles that supported the tent. In the corner, his boots were messily thrown against the wall, the top half of his uniform sprawled beside them in the dry earth that was the entirety of Ishvar.

The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, and he held a half-empty bottle of sour liquor in one hand and a tiny black bag in the other.

Maes quietly closed the flap behind him. It was going to be one of those days.



Deaf Shot
By [livejournal.com profile] kay_cricketed

Even those who return with out scars do not return whole.

He slips into a robe-- a new, fresh, laundry soap-scented robe of terry cloth-- and sits on the bed again. Stares at the closed windows, dark eyes considering, lost and somehow bewildered. The unfamiliar feel of bristling carpet under his feet seems strange after so much time in the sand, sinking down into the dunes with every step. The bed is incredibly soft under his hands, and feels wonderful to lay back upon. It is, quite literally, perfect.

And it is so quiet.

By morning, Roy is sleeping on the floor.



Situation Normal
By [livejournal.com profile] ciceqi (Sleeps With Coyotes)

It's hard being good looking. Roy could have told Ed that.

Ed scowled, though one of his brows arched helplessly at his brother's display. "What is with you people lately?" he demanded, not really expecting an answer. He hadn't gotten one yet, though he'd taken to asking more often recently. Loudly, and with twice as much arm-waving as the question had ever merited before.

"It's nothing!" Al squeaked, one huge hand lifting to rasp sheepishly over the back of his head. "Really!"

Ed sighed. That was what they all said....

Al would've bitten his tongue if he still had one, but he settled for trudging along silently in his brother's wake. He even took back all the unkind thoughts he'd had at the beginning of this mess. Ed wasn't being purposefully oblivious--he was just plain clueless. And Al wasn't about to explain the birds and the bees to his older brother.

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