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OOC: hey everyone, I am terribly sorry to do this, but I am moving Bradley to a side-blog under the same name @afuhrerswrath so I can give him more attention, so please follow his new blog! I will follow back from fallsekings!
Hohenheim will remain the same, as he is already a side-blog, but I’ll still follow you from now on on fallsekings!
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Selim Bradley was a Homunculus. A child was one of those monsters.
Madam Christmas currently pursued physical proof of the Lieutenant’s claim. Almost as soon as he acquired that knowledge from their impromptu meeting during lunch, Roy brought it straight to the person with the best contacts. He couldn’t get caught digging around more than he already had, and the Lieutenant… he hadn’t missed the fresh cut on her cheek. Someone got close to her. Someone hurt her, and he needed evidence before he could act.
All of these damn Homunculi were just pieces on the board he underestimated. They didn’t have him in checkmate yet. Soon, he’d be able to make his move and prove that, once again, they underestimated him.
Alas, that couldn’t happen for some time. The folder in his hand, one that contained details for the North and East training exercises scheduled for the upcoming Spring, proved that. Despite his role as just another sacrifice candidate, Colonel Mustang still had a job to do. Originally, before the mess with the Third Laboratory and losing his team, he was going to attend the training exercises like always. General Grumman requested his presence after the transfer, but, plans shifted, and they both had to make other arrangements. General Armstrong wasn’t going to be there either.
Everything was different this year. Roy held the folder close to his chest with one hand as he prepared to knock on the Fuhrer’s door. It was a simple delivery before he went back to his office. To his surprise, though, the door swung open before he could think to announce his presence, and Fuhrer Bradley stood before him. Instantly, Roy shifted to salute, his training overriding the instinct to glare back. Had he done something to piss him off? Couldn’t be…
No, it was definitely something else. Whether or not the Fuhrer liked it, the Colonel had an eye for detail. He spotted the tears that slid down the man’s face. Frustration, maybe? Not at him, though, but something else. The Homunculi weren’t unfeeling creatures, after all.
“I came to deliver the final details for the North and East training exercises for the Spring, Sir.” He kept a formal tone as he held out the folder. “I just finished ironing everything out with General Grumman earlier this morning. Eastern Command will be hosting the exercises out of an abundance of caution.” Something both of them already knew, no doubt. Now, though, Roy decided to press his luck just a bit. They wouldn’t kill a sacrifice in broad daylight… right?
“Is everything all right, Sir? I can come back at another time.”
Bradley kept eye contact with his subordinate, in what was probably a faulty attempt to conceal that Roy seeing him in this state didn’t bother him in the slightest... but as bad as he hated to own up to it, it did bother him. He caught him in a moment of weakness... a moment of rage... and a moment of sadness. The hand on the hilt of his blade still shook from anger, but he did his best to stifle it. Damn Mustang, always showing up at the worst times.
“No, that is quite alright Colonel Mustang.” He did his best to recover his mask that he would often wear in public. The nice and kind elderly gentleman leader of Amestris, even though it was furthest from the truth. Reaching out, he took the folder a little more roughly than he had meant to and tucked it away under his arm. “Thank you... I’ll take a look at it soon as I am able.” He said with a slight bow of his head to show his appreciation for his work, even though he truly didn’t care at this moment.
His life was a charade, all of it, and he was beginning to hate it. There had always been some resentment towards Father and his siblings brewing deep within him. More rage that he had to keep locked away and hidden, even from himself most of the time... because if he didn’t, it would consume him until there was nothing left. Everything was too easy, too planned, and nothing ever felt real. Like he was an actor in Father’s play... a mere puppet.
At one point in time he believed that he was destined to be Führer of this nation and that belief had enabled him to pull through the rigorous training that Father and the others had in store for him and the other... he had believed humanity was destined to fall into the trap that Father had laid out for them... to be nothing more than mere energy... mere puppets like him. The only difference was he was more a predator than a prey... but even he wasn’t gullible enough to believe that would last forever.
It was people like the man standing before him that recently opened his eyes to the truth... humans were far more deserving than Father had given them credit for... they were capable of learning and changing and becoming stronger, something he had been led to believe wasn’t possible.
“I was about to head outside to blow off some steam. Would you care to join me?” He gave Mustang a half-smile.
Me: Wrath! Wake up!
Bradley:
OOC: I know I say this a lot but I’ll try to be here tomorrow. I’m trying something new out with time management. Hopefully it will help.
OOC: That moment when you’re rewatching Digimon and want to write a childhood favorite character....
OOC: I owe @alchemic-elric & @angcrmanagcmcnt starters for Bradley from this post here (link). If I have missed sending anyone memes from a call or something else, though, please let me know and I’ll drown you in memes tonight on any of my accounts.
// in case you didn't know. Tunglr can send phone notifications to your followers that you've liked a post. Any post. No matter how personal. Even if your likes are set to private.
So that's. Something. 😬
1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? 20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence?
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1) I am unsure of the correct names for some tropes, but for things like shipping wise, I always enjoy the Beauty and the Beast type of dynamics between characters and it is one of my favorite tropes to write. Normal plots, this is harder XD I have a tendency to like angst and characters who... don't have a lot of control over how their life turned out and they're just learning to just sort of deal with it.
13) A trope I can't stand is... the coffee shop AU stuff? I get why people like it but I just... can't get my head in the game in tropes similar to this. Is this a trope or is it just an AU?
20) it depends for me. Sometimes I like quite, but if I listen to music it distracts me, so if I do listen to music it is usually music with no words... like this (link)
1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs. 3. Who are your longest rp friends? 4. What old character would you love to bring back? 5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write? 6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses. 7. What is one overrated roleplay trend? 8. Do your friends outside the internet know your roleplay? 9. Have you ever written fanfictions? 10. Why do you write? 11. Do you welcome duplicates of your character or stay away from them? 12. Do you prefer writing main or minor canon characters? 13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? 14. What is your opinion on writing smut? 15. What is your opinion on tagging triggers? 16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why? 17. What makes you insecure about your own writing? 18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community? 19. Who is an author that inspires you? 20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? 21. What time of the day is your favorite to write? 22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immedately? 23. Your favorite fandom to write in? 24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity? 25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?
❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
add context & change gendered language to your needs . happy roleplaying !!
“ great . just fucking great . ” “ any ideas on how to get us out of this mess ?? ” “ this is the last time i go anywhere with you . ” “ haven’t you done enough already ?? ” “ don’t worry , i have a plan . ” “ well , that didn’t work . any plan c , genius ?? ” “ you know , i genuinely don’t think this could get any worse . ” “ how did you manage to do everything incorrectly ?? ” “ this is wrong . all of this is wrong . ” “ looks like we’re stuck here . ” “ admit it ; you have no idea where you’re going , do you ?? ” “ we’re completely lost . ” “ of all the people in the world i could end up stuck with … ” “ well . was this your idea of a fun vacation ?? ” “ how is the tank almost empty ?? i thought you said you got gas before we left !! ” “ there’s a gas station five miles / eight kilometers from here . we’re just gonna have to push the car there . ” “ the good news is , i found someone who i think can help us . the bad news is , i don’t think they speak [ language ] . ” “ thank god , it’s about time you showed up to help !! ” “ could you run any fucking slower ?! ” “ i can’t get any signal out here . ” “ someone stole my fucking wallet . ” “ we are below rock bottom right now . we’re , like , in hell . ” “ are you really just going to leave me here ?? ” “ okay , you being dramatic is not going to help us find a way to fix this . ” “ are you bleeding ?? ” “ i’ll try to find us somewhere to spend the night . ” “ i don’t know what to do !! i’m not a doctor !! ” “ of course this happens to me . i can’t even be surprised . ” “ i can’t walk … you’re gonna have to carry me . ” “ things could always be worse . at least you don’t have flesh - eating bacteria , right ?? ” “ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ” “ maybe some music will help you calm down . ” “ my glasses are broken … ” “ i didn’t have enough rocks to write out ‘ help ’ so i just spelled out ‘ hell ’ . ” “ maybe we can play a game to pass the time until someone notices we’re missing . ” “ okay , i swear this is not what it looks like . ” “ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ” “ how long was i out ?? ” “ well , at least i’m trapped here with you . ”
Noticing Trauma sentence starters
Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!
“That really spooked you.”
“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”
“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”
“Does this happen a lot?”
“Hey, what happened between you two?”
“When is the last time you ate?”
“Is this okay?”
“Hey.”
“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?”
“[Name]?”
“What did he/she/they do?”
“This … hurts you.”
“You don’t feel safe, here.”
“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?”
“What can I do?”
“You were crying in your sleep.”
“What do you dream about?”
“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?”
“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?”
“Should I leave a light on for you?”
“I brought you some water.”
“I won’t judge you.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”
“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…”
“I’m here.”
“Talk to me.”
“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.”
“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”
“You used to love that [item].”
—- [ Six to eight weeks in the hospital. No straining, no doing anything. A month to two months of sitting here. ]
[ I’m going to finish any books in my bag within the first week. ]
Bradley had gotten wind that Greed had gotten into a fight with one of his former State Alchemists, and that he may have let the nature of what he truly was slip out to the young lady... so now Bradley was tasked with figuring out just how much she knew and whether or not she should be viewed as a threat. Naturally he assumed that she must already have an idea of what a homunculus was, at least from what Bradley understood of the alchemist. He would admit that he didn’t know a whole lot about Alchemy, but he knew enough...
After asking a few of the nurses about the whereabouts of Miss Mary Alibi’s room, he stood outside the door a knocked a couple of times and waited to be welcomed in.
“Hello there, I hope I am not disturbing your rest. I thought I would stop by and say hello and see how you were recovering...” He gave the young woman a charming smile and a wave and then held out a melon in a small basket tied together by rope. “Do you like melons?”
This is Bradley atm @ me. Nope, there is no way out of this Bradley. Roy saw you crying... just deal with it.
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The phone laid off to the side on his desk as Bradley wished to not be disturbed by anyone... and that included Father. It was rare that he would deliberately disobey the man, but after a particularly tough berating from the power being, he didn’t wish to have another... not yet. Bradley’s hands were shaking from anger as was the rest of his body and he was desperately trying to reign it in and get it back under his control... which was no easy task, seeing as how he was Wrath itself.
Bradley felt extremely torn, to say the least. He had always been told that humans were only useful for their energy and nothing more. He had been told that they were all easy to predict and trick and made to believe anything that they were told and that made them easy to deal with. But the longer he was out amongst them, the more he could see those lies... and he hated it... and he envied it. As badly as he hated to admit to it, he had always wanted to be like them, to have the freedom of choice... and he hated that too.
He hated all of it.
He hated that he wanted to be just like the humans...
Bradley’s fist wrapped around the hilt of the sword hanging by his waist, fighting the urge to use it to cut through everything within the room. The more he thought on it the, the more the wrath inside of him built up and beyond his boiling point. If only he could slip away from his bodyguards then perhaps he could take his anger out on something that wasn’t his office where others could see... Bradley stomped over to his door and then grabbed the handle and threw open the door and there stood Mustang as if he were about to knock and ask for permission to come inside.
He glared at the other man for a moment, yet again fighting the wrathful urges to grab the man by the collar and throw the man off to the side to get him out of his path. “What do you want, Mustang?” Bradley asked rather roughly instead and suddenly became all to aware of a few tears that had slid down the side of his face and Mustang had seen them.
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