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andhishorse:

capitola:

rapid-oxi-dation:

Fullmetal Alchemist AU where everything’s the same except Ed makes up stupid stories as to why he lost his arm and leg and they’re different every time someone asks. 

ex: “I got attacked by a shark” 
“I stubbed my toe and decided I didn’t want it anymore”
“I went through a steampunk phase”
“Sheep are vicious when they’re hungry”
“Squirrels”

“y-you have an automail arm and leg… you–you must have committed the ult-”

“did you know horses are omnivorous? you’d think they just eat grass and weeds but that’s what they want you to think”

And every time Al leans over to the stunned listener and whispers, in a conspiratorial tone normally reserved for divulging the deepest, darkest secrets (and of course loudly enough for his brother to hear),

“It’s because he didn’t drink his milk”

write-it-motherfuckers:

Three years ago, you found an injured werewolf on the edge of your wards. You took them in, helped them regain their strength, and allowed them to stay for a while in return for some work around the place. They had been incredibly grateful, and mentioned how much of a relief it was to find a safe place for a “monster” such as themselves, when so many would deny them care or outright kill them. The comment stuck with you, and even after they left, you couldn’t make it leave your mind. 

Over time, you changed and strengthened your wards turning them into something meant to guide, protect, and offer safety. It didn’t take long for the welcoming magic to draw in a few others as they strayed through your forest, your house now a beacon for those in need, rather than a shielded little bubble of solitude, as it had been for years.

Now, your home is always alive with warmth peace and laughter, the wards and rather blunt rule board above the door and fireplace, ensuring that those who take refuge, know not to start trouble. The few that have tried, are either violently ejected from the premises, thanks to your ever strengthening wards, or removed by other patrons themselves. 

Not only is your home a safe space, but it is now also a functioning bar, with food and drink, and even rooms available for those who need to hide and nurse their wounds a while. Supernatural or human, all are welcome to seek refuge. Its strange watching so many walks of life shed their worries at the door and bond with others within the once lonely walls. 

Whilst your slowly growing little sanctuary is not very well known yet, the rumours of a safe space are now spreading to others in need. Now, one of the biggest and baddest names in the supernatural world has caught wind of your sanctuary, and decides to see if this is nothing more than another trap, made to prey on those who dwell in the dark, or truly a sanctuary, however unlikely that may be. 

“Don’t stop playing with my hair.” for Kaminari Denki! ily ♡

“Don’t stop playing with my hair, cutie.”

Denki hummed from his place in your lap, all the while basking in your warmth and the cool breeze that caressed his hair every so often. When he got no response, he glanced up to meet your tranquil face, eyes peacefully closed and hair swaying in the wind. Still, your gentle fingers continued to twirl around his golden locks and sometimes trace small circles onto his scalp.

Denki smiled and exhaled contentedly, wondering if this is what heaven felt like.

The sky was royal blue and flush with fluffy white clouds. Surrounding you both were fresh spring flowers and grass, and cherry blossom petals occasionally danced down from the tree you were leaning against. From his position, it seemed like the pink petals fanned around you as they fell and created a pink halo.

Denki chuckled as a petal landed on your head, though you were blissfully unaware as you dozed off. You truly did look like an angel.

Yeah, this must be what heaven feels like.