quiet-nocturne

Roy Mustang X Riza Hawkeye Royai Fullmetal Alchemist

This hurts on an emotional personal level

*joins in the screaming*

All that you are is all that I’ll ever need

And you know well that I don't give a damn about anything but you.

small sketch for today 🥲🫂

A sketch of Riza Hawkeye i did between commissions, bc rewatching fmab is not easy

Excerpt from that "dismissed Roy" WIP I'm still writing.

This one has been ready for a couple of weeks, I had already posted the pencil sketch (with the same excerpt since that's the scene I'm illustrating here), but I wasn't sure to post as I am not fully satisfied with it and wanted to try to colour it again with the watercolor brushes instead of these hard ones. Since I don't think I will have time to revisit it, here it is!

Many thanks to @smoothshine for the advice on light! 🙌

dance with a devil

A quick lil redraw(kind of) before bed

sketching some young royai sweetness in procreate 🥺

In the body of the forest, Riza always took to bird watching. Sparrows  would flit past her, glide between the leaves, and she’d stare intently below the shrubbery, hoping to see where they would go. When she wanted a closer look, Riza took to climbing. And if that didn’t work, she took to resting on the forest bed on a blanket, observing the canopies with their flourished living until the sunset hit her in orange glow.

When Mr. Mustang came into her life, she didn’t expect him to get involved. He was a curious boy. At night he garnered eye bags from studying by the candlelight, and when he passed her the small talk between them was more or less stunted. It wasn’t that Riza didn’t like him, but the basic predicament came to one question: how was she supposed to relate to a city boy? 

Mr. Mustang didn’t look like the rowdies in her school. His shoes were polished, his hands clean of calluses, and his face looked clean from aftershave. He probably didn’t know the basics of hunting. Or what a chicken looked like. For one month she kept her distance, and she was okay to let him slip by.

The distance broke somewhat in the summer. He had asked to come with her for a hunting trip now that his studies had been finished for the day. The forest was bright, teeming with life, and being crowded in a worn-down building wasn’t healthy for him. Riza wanted to deny him, at least tell him that she wanted to do this alone, but the look he gave her was bright, full of curiosity. It was the kind of response that Riza, years later, would realize was interest. He was interested in understanding her, in who she was and what she did, and it would take years of retrospect for her to realize that first act of intrigue was pivotal. Oh so pivotal.

Afficher davantage

its over now

when the manga gets an anime and the anime gets a reboot and you get to watch your favorite character die three different times

03 single mom au that i have a lot of thoughts about

we angst posting today lads >:3

"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.