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lobsterattack: Mustang don’t give a damn about no explosions Havoc, on the other hand, may have just soiled himself “Bring me my brown pants.”
Lovin’ the Roy, Hughes, Havoc and Falman swag. They can swag on over any time they want!
aaaorangenime: “So, who do I send the bill to?” “The office of the Fuhrer. Start a tab!” I love this fucking scene.
colonel-mustang: eehn: Remember that time Roy broke the fourth wall? Team Mustang doesn’t believe in fourth walls. Nooo they don’t. Fourth walls are for normal people. These guys are not normal.
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Damn you, Tumblr. All of this Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc pics. Why do you do this to me?! Those two sexy men parading all over the place in their uniforms, civilian clothes or hospital wear and now I just want to..umf.
My top let-me-molest-you FMAB characters. Jean Havoc (that’s a duh to anyone who knows me) Major Miles Henschel Vato Falman Scar Roy Mustang Karley Heinkel Excuse me while I…
lionhearted-hawk: Why does Roy always look so hot in every single one of these that I see
edwardvanelric: Is no one going to discuss how much shorter Roy is than Jean like “no, Roy, you’ve lost your ‘short joke’ privileges, only Lieutenant Havoc can make them now”
greedsnotbad: luckied: What did I do? I thought I had heard Bradley. You jumped to conclusions. Allow me to explain something. Saying Bradley to me, is like Saying Lust to you. Envy to Roy, Hughes’ death to all y’all. Lust? Where? I
greedsnotbad: luckied: greedsnotbad: luckied: greedsnotbad: luckied: What did I do? I thought I had heard Bradley. You jumped to conclusions. Allow me to explain something. Saying Bradley to me, is like Saying Lust to you. Envy to Roy, Hughes’
maduni: 30 DAY ANIME CHALLENGE DAY 14 FAVOURITE MALE SUPPORTING CHARACTER: JEAN HAVOC ok so Jean Havoc was a major factor in helping Roy Mustang. Even after he was paralysed from the waist down, he still ended up practically saving Roy with one phone
I wish my life was an anime...
Honey Drop Cafe
theladywonder: Roy: All five of you are transferring to Central with me. And no objections. Understood? Jean: I’ve got a problem sir. See I just started dating this girl and I really like her. Roy: Dump her.
Roy Mustang
Oniric Multimuse RP
nevergettagged replied to your post “Open RP (Jean needs a casual male fling)” I could see Roy doing this but my Roy muse gets too attached. ;_; If Roy wants to get attached, he’s welcome to get attached! Havoc-muse has different attachments
Open RP (Jean needs a casual male fling)
Love? from Roy Mustang (roythefirestarter)
fullmetal-headcanon: Roy and Jean spent almost a week arguing over who would be healed with the Philosopher’s Stone first. Submitted by anonymous
A Hiding Place For Me and My Muses
fireroymustang: Riza silently rolled her eyes at the lazy military man. Why couldn’t her superior have a spring to his step when it came to paperwork? The world may never know, unfortunately. Roy grinned a little. ”That’s fine, 2nd Lieutenant.
fireroymustang: Roy swallowed heavily as well. But he was confident they’d figure something out at some point. They had to… Maybe if they discreetly brought it up to Riza…? No… Subtly hint it, but not really at the same time? It was a tricky
thefullmetaledwardelric: Havoc and The Flame by ~LadyMidnyght //Yeah I was having fun with cross-overs…..
notyourcolonel: [Cont. from X] @luckied An eyebrow raised after Jean said he´d been there for at least a few hours, but he knew how it was. Roy often drank in the comfort of his own home, not willing to let otherś see him stoop so low, but he´d
its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What an odd thought indeed. In anyone else Roy would appreciate
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What an odd thought indeed. In anyone
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: ((Continued from this, @luckied)) “You were going to.” Roy’s eyes were cold when he looked up. No, that wasn’t true, and he knew it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. What
its-not-raining: “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” Roy inquired, trying and succeeding to get his reactions back under control. If that’s how Havoc wanted to play, fine. “Something you want, maybe? Because I can assure you I am perfectly
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?” Roy inquired, trying and succeeding to get his reactions back under control. If that’s how Havoc wanted to play, fine. “Something you want, maybe? Because
its-not-raining: Roy quietly seethed with anger as he listened to Havoc talk. It was a foreign feeling, and entirely unwelcome, but he made no effort to control it. His knuckles turned white as he practically dug his nails into the surface of his desk.
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy quietly seethed with anger as he listened to Havoc talk. It was a foreign feeling, and entirely unwelcome, but he made no effort to control it. His knuckles turned white as he practically dug his nails
its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not only over being unable to have Maes, but his inability to
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not only over being unable to have
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy withdrew his right hand from Havoc’s collar for a moment, only to thrust his fist right into the man’s face with an enraged cry, letting out all his frustrations - not
its-not-raining: “What do you want?” Roy asked pointedly, glaring at the black spot on his otherwise clean desk. He knew of course what the man was talking about but- -there was a part of him that wanted to see him admit it. To take responsibility,
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: “What do you want?” Roy asked pointedly, glaring at the black spot on his otherwise clean desk. He knew of course what the man was talking about but- -there was a part of him that wanted to see him admit
its-not-raining: ((@luckied)) Roy groaned. It had been a few days since his and Havoc’s… conversation, and nothing had really changed. Roy hadn’t caught Havoc smoking in the office again since then, but judging by the smell the man had just
its-not-raining: Roy was just about to say something to stop Havoc from leaving when the man- closed the door and turned around? Fine then, Roy wouldn’t have to make the first move. Nor did Havoc have to know that he’d even intended to. “What
its-not-raining: luckied: its-not-raining: Roy was just about to say something to stop Havoc from leaving when the man- closed the door and turned around? Fine then, Roy wouldn’t have to make the first move. Nor did Havoc have to know that he’d
its-not-raining: “What fear?” Roy grit out, glaring heatedly at his subordinate. “Do you think I’m scared of you? I’ve already lost most of what’s important to me.” Roy was just about to yell at Havoc to get the hell out of his office before
yeet-wolf-in-the-stars:Roy, preparing the team for the mission: do you have any questions?Jean: are you and Hawkeye dating?Roy: ….not that type of question, lieutenant Havoc.Jean: but are you?
yeet-wolf-in-the-stars:Jean: so.. lieutenant, will you go on a date with me?Riza: maybe? Why are you asking?Jean: great, I’ll take it as a yes. Colonel, will you go on a date with me?Roy: yes, but haven’t you just invited Hawkeye as well?Jean:
cryptishh:Headcanon: Roy and Jean do really stupid things when drunk together and then not remembering anything afterwards, so Riza now has a habit of recording things. She’s never going to stop them though, she’s also drunk and it’s
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