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Fullmetal Alchemist QuotesIzumi Curtis: You helped bring a new life into this world, and that's an invaluable experience.
Edward Elric: Naw... we just ran around, screaming our heads off, thinking she was gonna die.

Al: Brother...am I scary?
Edward Elric: Please...you're kindness in a can.

Edward Elric: ...I'm not gonna drink some opaque white liquid that was secreted by a COW!!

Al: So what's your strategy?
Edward Elric: I told you, a fist in his face!

Al: Father!
Hohenheim: My Vintage Armor!

Edward Elric to Rose: "Stand up and walk forward. You have two fine legs to stand on after all."

Greed: There's no such thing as no such thing

Ling: Haven't you heard

Dont Brush Your Teeth AnymoreTry not to cough while brushing your teeth; it just goes all over your sink and clothes… the back of your hands. You know what? Just don’t even bother brushing your teeth at all anymore. And don’t eat either, so not brushing your teeth isn’t a big deal; this applies to drinking too. While you’re at it, give up sleeping as well. When you sleep, your mouth dries out, allowing bacteria to grow in abundance. But don’t breathe exclusively through your nose, as bacteria grows in saliva too. Your best bet is to breathe however you normally would and spit often. But not too much! That’s just unsanitary and you shoul

Edward Elric - Spongebob ThemeSung to the (abrupt) tune of Spongebob Squarepants theme

Roy: Are you ready, troops?

Peoples: Yes, Lt. Colonel Mustang!

Roy : I can't hear you!

Peoples: Yes, Lt. Colonel Mustang!!!!

Roy : Oh! Who's a shorty shrimp bean sprout that you can't see with your eye?

Peoples: Edward Elric!

*music scratches, record is broken*

Ed: WHO YOU CALLING A MICROSCOPIC BEAN SPROUT ORGANISM THAT YOU CAN'T SEE UNDERNEATH A HIGH POWER MICROSCOPE?

*sounds of an epic fight/surprise attack heard in the background while the Peoples run away in terror*
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Sadly, this song was unable to be continued due to the destruction of all our equipment. That, and Mu

Tan LinesI am very pale.

Not the pretty, porcelain kind of pale-
the veiny, see-through kind. In the winter I'm almost purple.

I am very pale.

But still I went.
I almost ran even.

It's July in Texas. People go to the pool, I guess. People do outdoorsy things. I guess. But people do outdoorsy things with a white pop of slathered sunscreen, with a wide brimmed hat, an umbrella.
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I remember standing naked in the tub as my mother poured vinegar down my back in the light of some old wife's tale. I was eight and we had been at Virginia Beach. I had spent most of the day collecting little pieces of broken shells, pulling them tediously out of the

Edward Elric's 'Short' Rants"Who did you say was small like a grain of rice and doesn't show up in your eyes?!"

"Who did you say was a super-ultra short kid?!"

"Who did you call an ultra hyper midget?!"

"Who did you call miniature size?!"

"Who did you call a shorty who's so small that he's barely visible and hard to target?!"

"Who did you call a shorty that has to be looked through a magnifying glass to actually be seen?!"

"Who are you calling a bean?!"

"Who are you calling a super midget that makes you want to step on him?!"

"Who are you calling a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed?

22 short FMA drabbles

General

Rain (Roy only)
Cold and wet, the tears of heaven fell down on him. Cold and wet, they mixed with the tears on his face. Roy extended one hand to the gravestone before him and caressed the words that were engraved in the grey stone. His fingers were stiff and cramped from the rain, but he barely noticed it. Where was his best friend now? Why did he have to die?
"Maes," he whispered.
Roy looked up at the sky and felt how his heart was empty without Hughes. Cold and wet… the whole world and his life had become cold and wet.

Death (Alphonse only)
It tore at his flesh, it burnt through his veins. It eliminated all his senses and fee

Ross x Sciezska for deathdesu

Sciezska could not concentrate. She had no idea what caused it, but every time, she caught herself gazing blankly through the window. And every time, she told herself to continue with the work Lieutenant Colonel Hughes had given her. But it did not work.

She tore her eyes away from the window and stared at the blank page before her. What did she have to write down again? Something about a police report of some incident so many years ago. Her hand moved involuntarily towards a romance novel she was currently reading while her mind tried to come up with what she was supposed to do.

"Are you making any progress, Sciezska?"

Sciezska gave a sta

Who Stole Taisa's Pants?

Who Stole Taisa's Pants?

The discovery was made in the publich baths, in the part where only men were allowed to come. Colonel Roy Mustang, the arrogant, goodlooking and fearsome Flame Alchemist of the military, had left his clothes on the bench, neatly folded, with his underwear on top of it. Colonel Roy Mustang was proud on his underwear. There were different kinds of underwear, but his was special. There were only eight of those pants in the whole universe and they all belonged to him. They were his personal pants, each of them in a frisk icy blue with his image and name on it. They were his artefacts, his life, his status. And now one wa

Father's Day

Whistling cheerfully a merry tone, Lieutenant Colonel Mars Hughes stepped energetically through the sober halls of the military headquarters. He was in a good mood and had every reason for it. Only two days waiting, and it would be Father's Day. His office was still decorated with the drawings and pictures of Alicia from the years before.
"You are in good spirits today, sir," a young woman greeted him politely.
"Ah, that's because it will be Father's Day soon. My Alicia will probably give me another of her wonderful drawings. She is so great!" With a gaze filled with love, he looked at the photo of his only daughter he always carried along.

DEAR BULLIEScopied from :iconthunder-13:
Dear Bullies,
You see that 15-year-old girl holding hands with her one-year-old son that you called a slut?
She was raped at 13.
You see that boy crying that you made fun of for being a cry-baby?
His best friend committed suicide last night.
You see that girl that you make fun of for having all those bruises?
She is abused by her parents.
You see that bald woman that you made fun of?
She is dying of breast cancer.
You see that old man that you called ugly?
He got a serious injury to his face in the war.
You see that man that you made fun of for having all those burns?
He ran into a burning hospital to save his dead daughter.
You see that girl that you called fat?
She is starving herself.
You see that boy you called stupid?
He has Down Syndrome.
Like this journal and re-post if you are against bullying.
wow when i read this is....i never noticed how rude peoples can be because of peoples different than them T_T

tale of the girl[verse #1]
sun setting, stars come out
it’s only a few hours before we fade.
but you were the first on the last and I wasn’t going to let you get away that easily.
even though those indie songs are done playing,
no one’s in black + white anymore,
let’s just pretend for the meantime that this night lasted forever.

[chorus]
the only dare I was brave enough to make was thinking that you too thought that this was more than a dream.
remember back when we were on the verge of love and it was a fairytale in the making,
but haven’t you heard of the tale of the girl that was hopelessly in love with you?
in the end, a

the writer - bioYou know those 70-page spiral wide ruled notebooks that sell at like Target for 50 cents and stuff? That plus imagination and the desire to tell a beautiful story are linked to my roots of becoming a writer. I had always dreamed of being a writer. I'd use notebook after notebook, trying to tell a story about OCs, ect. when I was about 8 or 9. And when you're in fourth grade, writing doesn't seem cool and anything related to school and picking up a pen or pencil in your freetime is definitely not cool as at that age, you believe that you're better than everyone. But it wasn't until seventh grade when the interest to become a writer sparked aga

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Last warning by Edward Elric

by ~lenihanfighter, Jun 29, 2004, 3:16:16 AM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

Did I ask for your 'flattering' insults
Or if I wanted to know my exact size?
Never, so what are you thinking of
To say 'shorty' right in my face?

Call me small one more time
And you shall feel my wrath.
Listen to my words,
Long life won't be in for you anymore.

Maybe I shouldn't have started this.
Especially since I'm running out of ideas.

Al... tell me again... why am I doing this?

So I'll repeat this only once
Hope you'll understand it this time.
Or I'll have to beat some sense into you.
Remember from now on
That by calling me 'shorty',
You've signed your own death penalty.

Edward Elric, a.k.a. Fullmetal Alchemist

Last warning by Edward Elricby ~lenihanfighter

Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

It popped into my mind last night, at least the last stanza did. I had to rewrite it several times until I was satisfied, and this is the result. It was intended to be funny, I hope I succeeded.

All comments and critique are welcome.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all the characters do not belong to me.

love 1 1

joy 5 5

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

fear 1 1

~~neutral 0 0~~

~pikachu2510 Feb 18, 2013

LMFAO omg i love it! <3

~tora2tiger Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Shorty is right dont you dare call shorty short, or he will kill you!!

~catnekochan Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I saw this ages ago when I didn't have devianART but now I do :3 yay! It's absolutely brilliant, I love it, and I feel so sorry for Ed because I get teased for my height too :3 but the poem is hilarious XD