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Fan fiction by Alchemistlover posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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This is based off of episode 22 a sort of "What was going through there minds" type thing with Ed and Winry. I'm not going kwa the script here so don't kill me for that ( even though some lines are) Disclaimer: i own nothing.

I wiped tears from my eyes as i awoke from a dream about mom and dad. Why is it that i can't think about them without crying? Sighing i walked around the hotel room until i though: Where are ed and Al? they haven't been here for hours now and then i remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday. ed wanted me to stay around because he "might need an automail fix?" where they planing something dangerous? walking outside i looked around for them. Then i heard people talking around and heard bits and pieces of things like "Oh those Elric brothers are probably in trouble again" "Did wewe hear Scar is back in central and killing state alchemist again the military aren't doing anything about it" Scar...killing state alchemist.... Ed and Al.... i started running now.
Opinion by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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This makala was NOT written kwa me. It was written kwa flower-in-the-light, a friend of mine on deviantART. link The reason why I'm posting this as an makala instead of a link is because I think it'll get zaidi attention this way, lol. It's a very well thought-out article, and a wonderful rebuttal against the "Winry-is-abusive" and "EdWin-is-unhealthy" claims out there. Feel free to maoni with your own thoughts about it!


~ Allegations of Abuse In FMA ~

Very recently, a number of fanfictions have come about claiming that Winry Rockbell is abusive, mainly toward Edward Elric. The reason is because of her wrench.

"Look at how bitchy she's being! Poor Ed is stuck in an abusive cycle with Winry, who continually hits Ed with the wrench and she'll probably give him brain damage!"

The above is the basic idea behind this. However, I would like to put forth the point that comical violence is a big part of anime in general, and most of the time is written zaidi like a metaphor than...
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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Ours is not made
Of roses and candles
au daydreams dipped
In sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
au starry gazes to fix and hold.

For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet,
Will yield to dawn.


Ours is the unromantic romance.

Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and nyasi stains.

A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
To temper the rough edges.

We kumeza back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friendship into deeper waters

For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.

Ours is the dance
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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When he commits the greatest sin, she will forgive him.

When he suffers the consequences and loses everything he holds dear, she will give all she has to offer.

When he can't stand on his own, she will teach him how to walk again.

When he burns down the past in the name of making a future, she will salvage the memories worth keeping.

When he has no nyumbani and no light to pierce the darkness, she will provide hers.

When he leaves, she will wait for his return.

When he wavers, she will hold him steady.

When he struggles with demons, she will fight with him.

When he won't listen to reason, she will knock some sense into him.

When he breaks, she will fix it and forge it stronger.

When he refuses to cry, she will wash his pain in her own tears.

When he cannot upendo himself, she will.

And when he finally conquers the odds, she will be there to say:
Fan fiction by Gadrean posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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The train rumbled along, on its way to Rush Valley. Winry and Alphonse sat in silence as Ed snored away. Winry glanced over at him. He’s so cute when he’s asleep, she thought. Just seeing the young alchemist made her smile.
    Winry stretched and yawned. Watching Ed sleep was making her tired, too. She sat back in the train kiti, kiti cha and dozed off. As she slept, her head moved onto Ed’s shoulder. She put one arm across him, and Ed unknowingly hugged her closer.
    Al watched this all through his white soul eyes. If he had been able to onyesha expressions on his metal face, he would have been smiling.
    “We’re here,” Al alisema sometime later. Winry and Ed’s eyes opened. They noticed each other’s positions and jumped away quickly, both blushing hotly. Al chuckled. “Let’s go, lovebirds.”
    “Shut up!” Ed and Winry alisema simultaneously. But, if only for a second, their hands were intertwined as the trio moved off the train and into the station.
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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Edward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the jikoni counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.

Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy vitabu anymore? No matter how much he studied au how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.

Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.

The 24-year-old reached up and pulled out his pony-tail, letting long, blond hair fall loose around his shoulders and flop in his bleary eyes. He stifled another yawn, his metal leg creaking in protest as he dragged his feet down the hallway; the anticipation of soft pillows and warm arms calling him to sleep.

A muffled cry met his ears just when he reached the bedroom door, and all thoughts of sleep fled his mind as he saw her twist in the blankets, tears escaping from her tightly closed eyes and her lips murmuring wordless pleas, calling his name...
Fan fiction by ElricLove----x posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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Your face in the mirror
it's like cold nostalgia
as cold as your eyes with a head full of sun

I never wanted this
but what can i do?
this nostalgia is making me fall for you.

I'm on the train
to our hometown
I'm not so sure
but does everything seem darker now?


Our reunion
like a wrench to my head
I'm pretty sure
That maybe it's a concussion to my heart?

I know despite all the anger
and twisting with bolts
i shutup, in your gaze
wewe look as if you
want to hold me.
does my vision deceive me?

There's a little hint of sadness
in those sky blue eyes
i look up, in your glare
wewe look as if you
want to cry.
does my pain get wewe high?

I'm leaving again
but I'll be back, girl
and maybe someday
I'll be back to stay
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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"Do wewe have it all memorized now?" Trisha gazed expectantly into a pair of solemn blue eyes. The little girl nodded.

"Uh-huh. And I won't forget it, ever," she promised, swinging her legs as she perched on the edge of the bed.

"Good girl," alisema Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning mbele and raising her eybrows mysteriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, not even Ed and Al. It's our special secret, alright? Can wewe keep it salama for me?"

"Of course I can!" The words were hot and stubborn, filled with childish passion. "I promise I won't ever tell an-y-one. kuvuka, msalaba my heart. 'Sides," Winry muttered as a resentful afterthought, "they never tell me their secrets."


They never told her their secrets, and now Ed is eleven and Al is ten, and they are empty and broken and far too old.

Night has fallen. Winry sees Alphonse sitting alone kwa the window and gently touches his arm as she passes, feeling the cold surface of hollow metal against her skin, a uchungu, chungu reminder of last night's chaos. She still hasn't...
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
au failure

~ -:- ~

The sunlight of a newborn siku peeps through the window behind her and coaxes its way past the curtains, falling across a meza, jedwali covered in sprawling wires and metal parts to touch golden strands of hair. A girl just shy of 18 years stands bent over her work with lips pursed, oblivious to everything but the stubborn bolt she's attempting to wrestle into its socket.

The phone rings from a few feet away, and she automatically reaches for it and tucks it under her chin, still keeping her focus on the new shoulder plates being assembled.

“Rockbell Automail Repair and Maintenance, Winry speaking.”

Silence. And then:

“It’s me.”

The wrench falls from her fingers and clatters to the floor. For a sekunde her mind goes numb, as if those two simple words had struck some kind of mental funny bone, and the only coherent thing she can whisper is his name: “Ed?”
Fan fiction by Dearheart posted zaidi ya mwaka mmoja uliopita
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[i]How many times do I have to knock
Some sense into you?
How long are wewe going to bear
A load too heavy for you?
'Cause every ship needs a harbor
And even Heroes need saving
And you're no exception

I'm here to wipe away the tears
wewe won't let others see
I'm here to listen to your fears
Secret though they be
When wewe need to, please, come share your pain
It's okay to let it out and let it go
And if nothing else
I just want to let wewe know
That I'm here to be your strength

I'll let wewe cast out demons
If you'll let me chase away
All these ghosts that haunt your eyes
I'll let wewe battle the darkness
If you'll let me fight your nightmares
And sing wewe back to sleep
I'll let wewe slay the dragon
If you'll let me cut down the guilt inside you
I'll let wewe chase the horizon
If you'll come back to me when wewe get tired