pandora_culpa

Title: The Lieutenant's Reply To the Insubordinate
Author: pandoraculpa
Word Count: 249
Rating: G-ish (good grief, there's not even foul language!)
Characters: Havoc, Breda, and...
Summary: It really is for the best to do as you're told.
A/N: Written for the fma_fic_contest, for the prompt 'giving orders.' Won second place! And I really can see this happening. Hee! Thanks go to truths_in_lies for her handy dandy beta job. :)



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( 'She's gonna kill you, y'know.' )

So the other day, I requested some writing prompts from my flist- a character or pairing, and a word. No minimum/maximum words, but just something to play with.

Here's round 1 of the results:

( prompt ficlets, ahoy! )

Title: The Best Kept Secret In Central City (or Colonel Mustang Used To Be a Lucky Bastard)

Rating: PG (13ish?) for swearing

Pairings: None. Perfectly gen

Summary: Central City is freezing, the Military Headquarters has lost heat, and Colonel Mustang is keeping a secret.


A/N: Okay, for god's sake, don't take this thing seriously. It is a silly, silly bit of writing. It began in June of last year when it was blazing hot, the Fahrenheit 107 challenge concocted by evil_whimsey to distract from the obscene temperatures, as well as to spur on the Muse. I concluded it in just the past few days, while it was pretty damn cold, as another exercise in getting the words flowing again after a huge move. It's little more than a situation-prompt, where I shook all the characters out of their boxes and told them 'go have fun'. As such, it's absurd.

Half writing exercise, half crack, unbeta-ed (except for a read-through and general thumbs up, keep going)- don't expect any miracles. This is not Rusted Dawn. This is about as far from Rusted Dawn as it gets. People might be slightly OOC (don't care), the set-up is ridiculous (don't care); this is about as polished as I expect the silly thing will ever be.

Those caveats aside, it was pretty damn fun to write in places. I was snickering rather hard as I wrote some sections, and I hope it'll provide you with at least a bit of amusement as well.

( On to the story... )

Title: Rusted Dawn

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Rating: NC-17 overall

Summary: It's too close; he's crumbling, and he can't stop the slide into this disaster.

A/N: Sorry for any delays! My internet is currently out at home, so it's only by the good graces of the ‎Cheektowaga Public Library system that I'm able to post at all. (The libraries are my best friends right ‎now!) But at the moment I'm counting the lack of connectivity as a boon, because I've been able to ‎focus on the writing without any distractions. And believe me, this chapter needed precisely that! As ‎usual, massive, enormous glomping thanks go to evil_whimsey, whose feedback on this ‎story is of more assistance than I can ever describe. ‎

And yes, I'm evil. I realize this. I'm sorry.


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‎( Breda sounds exhausted, though businesslike as ever. 'It's a mess up there, sir,' he says by ‎way of greeting. )

Title: Rusted Dawn

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Rating: NC-17 overall, but nothing too explicit here

Summary: It's too close; he's crumbling, and he can't stop the slide into this disaster.

A/N: Even when she's on vacation and out of town, evil_whimsey is my fucking hero. She wins at life, and I will be gift-wrapping it for her shortly.

I have been waiting and waiting to get to this part! And the segments yet to come, but it all begins here. *evil laugh* I am beside myself with joy. And I sure hope everyone else enjoys this as well. :D


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( 'I want a mission.' )

Title: Rusted Dawn

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Rating: PG, this segment. NC-17 overall.

Summary: It's too close; he's crumbling, and he can't stop the slide into this disaster.

A/N: Sorry about the tardiness of the update. Not only have I finally caught up to myself on the writing, but I've also been Life's chew toy this past week. Illness, fucked up car, other meltdowns and just being generally busy. So... apologies. And future updates may also come a little slower than they have in the past, although I shall keep striving as best I can to get them out as quickly as I can.

A multitude of thanks, as always, go to evil_whimsey, who consistently gives me amazing, detailed feedback and suggestions, despite her own busy schedule and writing projects. And all I seem to offer in return are lewd suggestions about bishounen in shorts. And sometimes foxes. But not in shorts. It's... complicated. (Sometimes bendy, too, but let's not go there.)


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( 'It would have been nice,' he drawls quietly, choosing careful, innocuous words, 'to have known where you were going before you disappeared.' )

So today- which was to have been a big writing day for me- I got sucked into yet another illustration. And this one, I really kinda like. A lot of work went into it- research, among other things. I swear, to be a fanartist for FMA, one almost needs to be a mechanical engineer, in order to draw Ed's automail correctly. I don't know how Arakawa does it, but she must be a frickin' genius.

Anyhoo, I hunted down a bunch of other artwork (mostly Arakawa's, but some fanart) as source material, then hunted down a whole 'nother batch for Roy's uniform, and this is what I came up with.

And for the record, I don't know what's gotten into Ed. But I'm guessing that kissing will soon follow.

( Ed and Roy )

My shading is still mostly awful. I'll need to work on that.

That's not to say that it has no name, just that it has no good name.

See, evil_whimsey made a request last winter, for a fic involving Edward Elric, cocoa, and someone perving on him at Briggs. And this is what I came up with.

She's such a dear, patient person. She didn't even bash me after reading it.

See, this is a perfect example of how messed up my brain is. Given a lovely opportunity to write fluffy gorgeousness, I turn around and pull this piece of depravity out of my brain, which must be the polar opposite of what was intended. So here you have it. Ed, cocoa, and- of all people- Kimblee.

(for the record, I think Kimblee is a complete freak, and I don't like having him in my head)


Spoilers for manga chapters 70 and 71. The italicized quote at the beginning of the story is from Kimblee himself.

( Kimblee Is a Sick Fucker )

Little bit of a fic clearinghouse activity today... I'm transferring some past ficlets that were posted to my personal journal, but never made it over here to my writing journal, where they really belong. So- clean-up today, since the little imp I live with is making it clear that there will be no actual writing done until she's tucked into bed tonight. Oh well...

So... first up is a piece that I wrote for the Fahrenheit 107 Fic challenge. evil_whimsey and me make these things up all the time; we're good at amusing ourselves. She gave me a prompt to work with (Roy keeps a secret scrapbook of Fullmetal's newspaper clippings), and this is the result. Came out pretty good, despite being unpolished and short. Meh. Whatever. It was kinda fun, all the same.

Memento

( Alchemist Rebuilds Bridge, Saves Twelve... )

Title: Rusted Dawn

Rating: NC-17

Summary: It's too close; he's crumbling, and he can't stop the slide into this disaster.

Warnings: Mental distress and lemon

A/N: Very long segment this time. Sorry; there wasn't a good place to cut it to make it shorter. Also had to edit to mention (because I'm an *idiot*, and forgot when I first posted) that evil_whimsey is incredible, and a large part of why this story works. Amazing beta work, the best support anyone could wish for; she rocks, folks. Take my word for it.

Part 2

( 'So Fullmetal,' he says, all seriousness, 'would you explain why you went through all the secrecy to bring me out here?' )