Just thinking about how fast Xaden and Violet would have fallen for each other without anything holding them back.
No conflict of war, no divisive politics, and no other negative pretenses surrounding them and setting them up for failure as a couple.
And yet, despite all that, they both fell for each anyway.
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polnareff's great he just loves fighting people he adores fistfights it is his hobby. his hobby is "any sport" in his profile but like 99% of them are probably just. martial. look at this dude.
Some People Are Just Like That. meanwhile avdol is casually like I Know Government Secrets
and joseph just doesnt question it
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HEYO lmao so I went scrolling through your blog and I saw a character ask game and idk if you’ve done any of them so imma send you one-
If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
Characters in question: Roy Mustang and/or Riza Hawkeye
HELLO BESTIE, hope my blog has been enjoyable haha ❤️
Alright, we have the king and queen! I think it will be easier to say what i like haha
I personally love writing Roy And Riza, and build their characters according to my own headcanons while still mixing the canon aspect of them.
When writing Roy, i like making him this smart, wit and clever man, while still making him sound young and naive at times when he talks to the higher ups. I don't like making him slack in his paperwork- even if it was just a decoy in front of everyone- i just don't see him like that. I like making him emotionally aware, Lots of people write him as... not emotionally aware i guess? Roy might not be an emotional person and He is more of logical one. Roy Is flawed and i like to stress that while making sure that hey he still tries his best to be a good friend, husband, son, and father, as well as a good leader.
When it comes to Riza, she is a lot based on my mom haha. I love writing her as wise, stable, and with a strong stand woman, while still giving her that emotional intelligence and making her as well an emotional person, I love making her feminine while staying a very strong soldier. People often write Riza as a very stoic, hard-to-smile woman, but in reality ( and in canon!!) Riza often can be seen laughing a “tehehe”. Riza is very smart and I do believe she would have had a PhD and master's in any major she could have entered. She is kind and loving, and very skilled, and i like to keep that in mind while writing her.
Together, Roy And Riza, i love making them have this strong dynamic. Regardless if they were married or not, if they were commander and subordinate, Royai is a very strong team, and have each other's back, and can be seen working together as a very strong oiled machine. I love also keeping the traditional “ masculine man and feminine woman.” dynamic. WHILE, keeping them strong and standing as individuals.
Riza is Roy’s bodyguard, but I like to think Roy Is hers as well. They love and protect each other, and complete each other, and that is one of the many reasons i love them and love writing them 🫶🏻
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Guys you don’t have to be sad about Em never meeting Jaiden. They HAVE met. Briefly, after Em lost her first life, she sat up in the clouds with this really nice lady with blue hair and this boy in overalls talking about pokémon until Bagi’s cries beckoned her away again.
They HAVE met! It’s okay :D
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Promises
He should know better.
Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised.
Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.
He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment.
He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies.
Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.
A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.
It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.
He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit.
But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.
He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them.
So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.
For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.
For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.
He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.
He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.
He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.
He should know better.
But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?
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