It’s raining here in North Carolina, and it will continue to rain for quite a while. So here are some fics for us all to sit down and read for a couple of hours. There are two more lists after this one, because there are a lot of fics to go through. Putting this together took longer than I wanted it to. But these authors right here most likely spent way longer than they wanted to writing these fics, because these fics are long…
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” says the man. Fuck off, thinks Ed, I bet you say that to all the strange, heavily armed sorcerers that come wandering past your doorway in the middle of the night.
Or, Ed is a travelling mage with a mysterious past, and Roy is the sorcerer that falls in love with him.
Roy has lucked into the all-expenses-paid vacation of his dreams – all he has to do is convince a bunch of happy couples that he’s head-over-heels in love with Ed Elric. What could possibly go wrong? [Modern!AU.]
Two years after retrieving his brother’s body from the Gate of Truth Edward Elric is still paying the price. Will his debt ever be repaid, or will it finally cost him everything?
Where the loss of ignorance is more valuable than the knowledge gained, and Edward figures out the source of alchemy a lot sooner than before.
“Edward has cockroaches under his skin and leeches in his veins. He’s vibrating and bursting and his body is too small, too big, doesn’t fit quite right. He needs Al to know – needs to tell someone, anyone, but he will cut out his own tongue before he burdens anyone else with this knowledge.”
Once Ed decides that he is categorically not going to rot on the Drachman tundra, dragging his ass out of the jaws of death is actually pretty easy. …except when it’s not. At all. Which is most of the time. (AU from end of Brotherhood.)
Ed could untie knots in the fifth and sixth dimensions – blindfolded. He could convince the military he fell through a rabbit-hole, and he could even shut down a Drachman invasion (with a little help), but he can’t seem to avoid dating Roy Mustang (and maybe is kind of okay with that). But here’s hoping they can collar a General trying to trigger a three-way war, and that they can stop him before he destroys the world.
Making himself walk instead of run took every ounce of composure he had, especially when he got far enough to see the city blanketed in a strange layer of dust and dark thunderclouds. The weather had been clear for miles around. Those clouds had the smack of weather alchemy about them.
“We’re chasing rumors of skilled alchemists,” Mustang said. “Your name came up, several times. Thirty-one-year-old alchemic genius Edward Elric, from Risembool, living with a family friend and his younger brother.”
“Check your sources, bastard,” Ed told him. “I’m twenty-six. Al’s twenty-five.”
Everyone is born with the ability to only see the colour of their soulmate’s eyes. Only upon touching their soulmate, can people see the rest of the world’s colours. Edward Elric will do whatever it takes to get his brother’s body back and ensure he can have his happily ever after with his soulmate, even if it means never finding his own soulmate.
Edward violently denies the existence of magic. Roy is a State recognized Mage. Alphonse is sick and all research into the cause–both mundane and alchemical–has turned up nothing.
Yet, despite Edward’s protests that magic is nothing more than a flashy form of alchemy (expletives excluded), it exists and it’s coming for him in a very real way.
After a single date, Roy Mustang is left with only funeral flowers and the memory of a guy who could have been The One. A few months later, he finds himself introduced to a friend of a friend who looks eerily familiar.
Second chances come from unexpected places, he knows, but—Ed’s cousin?
Conceptually, attending Emperor Ling’s coronation celebration is simple enough. In practice, it involves far too much trekking, yearning, bleeding, burning, hoping, running, and dodging of diplomatic catastrophes for Roy’s tastes.
There’s little more that Edward dreams of than freedom: freedom to travel to new places, to learn anything within reach, to explore and sail across the waves. But as an omega in a wealthy, high-class household, he’s expected to do one thing: marry well. He thinks his close friend, Roy Mustang, newly-appointed Commodore to the Amestrian Navy, understands his disdain at this prospect, but a surprise announcement by Ed’s father strikes a blow not just at Ed, but at his and Roy’s friendship.
Ed, of course, has never been one to conform to expectations, and he’ll fight against this one just like any other. Bigger trouble, however, is brewing on the horizon, and when Ed finds himself the sudden captive of a murderous crew of pirates, he must rely on all his skill and wit to survive.
Across the sea, Roy has been forbidden from sailing to Ed’s rescue. But he’s never been one to give up either, and a ragged pirate might just be his and Ed’s key to escape—and to earthshattering knowledge lost for centuries.
Prince Edward is a pain in his parents’ behinds, and they eventually resort to locking him up in a tower with a dragon in hopes that some enforced solitude will help him sort out his priorities. Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t quite work out the way they’d hoped.
When Drachma agrees to meet for peace talks at Briggs Fortress, General Roy Mustang is the one sent to represent Amestris. It just so happens that the Drachmans have their own Amestrisan, who is far too skilled at turning the most tedious of discussions into an exciting time.
The supposed different “generations” i.e. millennials/Gen X/boomers etc is just liberalism’s attempt to replace class analysis by framing the different generations as coherent classes with different interests. It conveniently fails to mention that there are working class & ruling class people in all generations.
By making all ppl of a certain age responsible for inflation & higher cost of living or w/e, the responsibility of the ruling class is obscured, to the detriment of the working class & to the benefit of the ruling class.
Today we celebrate the start of Matariki, Māori New Year. Matariki (also known as the Pleiades) is a constellation that appears in the New Zealand skies in mid-winter. According to the Māori lunar calendar, the appearance of Matariki on the horizon signals the end of one year and the beginning of the next. Today, Matariki is a time for people across Aotearoa (New Zealand) to celebrate, tell stories, share food, and remember their ancestors.
This carved lintel, called a pare or korupe, signifies the importance of transition. It was likely placed above a door of a wharenui (meeting house) where it marked the transition from the exterior realm of conflict to the interior realm of peace. The central female figure is flanked by two manaia, beings with human, lizard, and bird features that are said to cross between the human and spirit worlds.
Posted by Meghan Bill Maori. Door lintel (Pare or Korupe), ca. 1850. Wood, paua shell,. Brooklyn Museum, Frank L. Babbott Fund and Carll H. de Silver Fund, 61.126. Creative Commons-BY (Photo: Brooklyn Museum)
Today was going to be the first Matariki fireworks display in Wellington (replacing Guy Fawkes, which we have traditionally done fireworks for Because Colonialism) but it’s had to be postponed because a southern right whale (tohorā) has decided it lives in the harbour now. I haven’t seen it personally yet because I don’t work in the CBD and I am desperately jealous of everybody who has.
I wanted to write you something as a thank you, so I present: Fantastic Beasts Temeraire AU.
Or, Graves and a baby dragon. (Newt was supposed to make an appearance. I’m sorry he didn’t. Let’s assume he would have if I’d written some more, but I didn’t want to rewrite all of His Majesty’s Dragon.)
… If anyone is unfamiliar with Temeraire (which, what is wrong with you guys, go fix that at once, the series is by Naomi Novik and it is amazeballs), think: Napoleonic wars with dragons. Everyone got that squared away? Good. Here we go.