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Its almost a year since me and my boyfriend met. I was cosplaying Riza Hawkeye and he was cosplaying Roy mustang at Birmingham MCM he ran up to me shouting ‘Lieutenant!’ To get my attention and we spoke in character for a bit before introducing ourselves Its MCM Birmingham again in just over a week so to honor tradition we’re going as Royai

Whats great is we have always refered to eachother as ‘Lieutenant’ and ‘Colonel’ and his family call me Riza.

shading colour tips

hey yall its me the Art Mom™ to help you shade pretty

rule 1: DO NOT SHADE WITH BLACK. EVER. IT NEVER LOOKS GOOD. 

red- shade with a slightly darker shade of purple

orange- slightly darker and more saturated shade of red

yellow- i think like..a peach could work but make it a really light peach

green- shade with darker and less saturated shade of blue or teal

blue- shade with purple

purple- a shade thats darker than the purple you’re using and maybe a little pink (MAYBE blue)

pink- darker shade of red

white- a really light lavender or blue..or i guess any really light colour??

black- okay listen dont use pure black to colour anything unless you want to leave it with flat colours because you cant really shade black lol

grey- a slightly darker shade of purple or blue (less saturated)

brown- slightly darker and less saturated shade of purple or red

aaaaand thats all i got lol. let me know if there is anything i should add to this list!!

@working-cells @unlikelyzipperpursewinner there you go, you two! Hope you like it🤗. Oh, and @lunchtimerushin since this is your art 😉. I apologize for any grammatical errors in advance!

Ae3803 felt her breath betraying her. The consequences of getting lost were probably more infuriating than being lost could've ever been. Always late and running. Her thoughts became more hazy with each breath.

Just a little... more. Turn the corner here and... there? There, I'm sure.

She did as planned, then missed the warning about the freshly mopped floor.

Mostly... Oh, I know where I am! There's a flight of stairs to the right! I can make that jump and descend faster!

She didn't. The slippery floor didn't allow her to turn right or stop herself, causing her to fall off the stairs...

Crap!

...and pin someone to the ground.

Oh my gosh! I hit something!

As she was lying there, head pressed against someone's chest and a leg between theirs, her thoughts managed to catch up with her short breaths.

Oh my gosh! I'm an idiot! Why Ae3803? Why do you always mess things up? Aaaargh, now not only do I have to deal with this pain in my arm and my recipient, but face this poor person and-

If she could finish the thought, the last word would be "apologize", but she couldn't because she raised her head to see the unfortunate individual.

It was him.

White blood cell!

His dark gaze wandered across the ceiling, analysing the latest twist of fate. The white hair revealed both of his eyes. He quickly collected himself and winced once he looked into her eyes.

"I, I'm... Red blood cell, I", he stammered.

They both seemed to have the same idea of increasing the distance between them. As Red propped herself on her arms, White tried to stand up. His hand accidentally brushed her thigh as he was unaware of it's presence. It made their position all the more compromising. Ae3803 blushed and started to look as red as her hair. She kept looking at the neutrophil underneath her. His eyes widened as U1146 wanted to say something, but ended up only blinking at her. His hand didn't move. No words came forth.

They just stood frozen in that moment.

Ae3803 felt her mind running at the speed of light and creating an incoherent thought pattern that would take a lifetime to decipher. Even though she stopped running her breaths remained shallow. U1146 wasn't saying anything and she looked for meaning in his eyes. She tried to find a line of thoughts to follow, an idea to express. In vain she looked for the smallest, the slightest rational thought.

Because it didn't help. Because she could only think of how beautiful his eyes were. How wonderful it was to be able to look at them for such a long time. How great it felt to blame this weird timeline they got swept into for overstepping boundaries. Why? Why did he-

Red flinched and her eyes stopped focusing at him. She looked at her hand to confirm her doubts.

It is wet! Oh, it smells like... tea?

The tea seemed to treat whatever virus befell her and she got up, unable to avoid contact with his legs and hand. Since she couldn't become any redder, she closed her eyes in embarrassment. White just laid there, unwilling to repeat the same mistake.

In that moment she wanted to run away. As far and as fast as she could. But she couldn't.

I should have said something. I should at least say something now. Come on, say something, before he does!

What was I thinking?

What if somebody saw us?

What if...?

"U-uhm, White blood cell? Are, are you alright?"

He slowly stood up. His hair returned to it's rightful place and the visible eye focused at the cup of tea.

"I'm fine, don't, ehm worry about me", a blink and a gulp, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

He didn't look at her to check. As if by order, or maybe a reprimand, he kept kneeling next to the tea. He looked more like an erythrocyte with each passing second.

"I'm fine! Great, really, I, I didn't get hurt anywhere!"

"That's... uhm, that's great! I'm glad you didn't get hurt'...uhm, I, you just be more careful next time."

"Y-yeah, I will."

"Somebody c-could get hurt if this happens again..."

"I know, my bad! Please, forgive me, please."

"It's alright, but it would be... I just wanted to warn you."

"I'm really sorry. I will get you a new cup of tea."

U1146 raised his gaze above the cup and used her box as the next object of his interest.

"You don't have to, I'm just glad that your box is intact."

"Yeah, me too!"

The conversation died and Ae3803 seized this opportunity to pick up her box and approached him. At that second, his eyes were cast upon her again. Despite being different, the gaze summoned every ounce of her will to stay calm. She wasn't sure how it appeared on the outside or how red she was now. U1146 was better than her in hiding embarrassment that now manifested itself in his rosy cheeks and rigid movement.

He scratched the back of his head.

"I will get the tea myself, thank you."

He rushed off in the direction opposite of her route. She tried to look at his eyes once he ran past her, but only saw strands of white hair.

"S-see you"

She looked at his back as he ran.

Look at me. Just once. Like that time.

He didn't.

Photographs found their place in an album. A certain cell that had seen everything smiled as he looked at them.

"Nice. Very nice."

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Her fingers are hesitantly pressed against the door. She swims through all the possible reasons of inviting her this late to his office. Sigh. Resign. Knock.

The familiar scent of paper and salt always managed to soothe Riza's nerves which were tense for multiple reasons. However, she wanted her unrest hidden, so she ignored the bookshelf covering the entire right wall and the crates and chests to her left. Her focus was in front of her instead, where two black boots rested on the messy desk, a chin rested on one arm. The captain's brow was furrowed toward the window, contradicting his relaxed manner. After a blink his eye jumped to hers and Riza almost drowned. She didn't have to hide anything, he knew.

"Good evening, sir."

His boots made a thud as their soles hit the floorboards.

"Evening, Hawkeye."

His coat, draped over his chair, and his shirt, unbuttoned to the unprofessional level, were enough for her to see that there was no emergency in sight.

"Sorry for disturbing you this late. I just wanted to talk, seeing how lately you..."

...have been avoiding me.

She knew how the sentence ended. Maybe that's why he didn't finish it. That, or he didn't want to confirm his doubts.

"I don't mind, sir. Talking to you has always been a pleasure."

Until you kissed me.

"Ditto."

They had this strange staring contest for a couple of breaths.

Ah, kisses. They have this power to turn details to unforgettable and make one aware of just how quickly things can get out of hand. But that didn't stop her from wondering just how much of a mess would the next kiss make. Kissed by the most terrifying man of the Amestrian seas. A thing to put in her resume.

It was strange how in the course of these few weeks she managed to become a member of the Hawk's crew, make her way through the ranks and gain the trust of the infamous Roy Mustang. Not only did she have his trust, but he had hers and that was probably the strangest thing that has happened.

"Let us proceed to the deck. I planned our conversation to be held there."

What am I doing?

He stood up and then opened the door for her.

I was a soldier

He closed the door behind her.

A soldier loyal to his Excellency

They made their way through the hall.

Maybe I still am

He opened the door.

Whatever I might be, he's a-

On the deck, not in the centre, but slightly closer to their left. There has been set a table for two. Candles, silky tablecloth and roses. There was Breda, playing the accordion at an acceptable proximity.

Riza stared at the sight for a moment, then turned to see how Captain's mysterious smirk turned into a mischievous grin. He held out his hand.

"Shall we?"

"Uhm, sir?"

"I truly hope you didn't regret coming with me when... I did that. I'll leave you alone and even let you go back to Amestris, if you desire so. But if not, please, dance with me tonight."

It took a moment of hesitation. A moment of that firm no, telling her the consequences of her actions. A moment and then she gave him her hand.

I'll become your accomplice

Roy's grin somehow widened and it seemed he wanted to show her all the jigs that he knew. His quick feet knew seemed to know every dance and even make up some of their own. Step by step and Riza did as well.

"You're a quick learner."

She saw an opportunity.

"Let's see how you fare."

She pulled him into the Amestrian waltz, the one that only the higher layers of society could dance with the exception of her, a bodyguard able to learn it at the Bradley estate. She took the lead while he was fumbling around on his feet, eye wide. She lead him through the waltz's changing pace, that barely matched Breda's efforts. Roy marvelled her skill and then noticed her smug smile. With the movement of a thief, he switched them so that now he was in the leading position.

"I think I got the hang of it."

The steps that he made were certainly elegant and connected, but lacked the elements that made the waltz. He simply couldn't replicate her fast steps.

He raised his soft smile to her and she let out a laugh.

"We should dance more often."

Sorry, it ends here. I can't be bothered to correct the mistakes right now so forgive me for that. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank @tomochingus for this beautiful art.

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