What Have They Done to Us?

Indie. | Selective. | Low Activity. Originally established May 2020. Multmuse FMA OCs, Transmuted by Lilmun.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

                                 𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓓 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣

     Welcome to ANGCRMANAGCMCNT, an independent FMA OC blog! I’m Lilmun, the local little Canadian Cryptid of the RPC, and I’m happy you took the time to look at this little blog of mine! Here you’ll find all the links you need in to get started(mainly for the convenience of mobile users, I know your pain), and it’s just a general greeting from yours truly!

Here you can find the Carrd for the blog! It has the rules, verses, and about pages for my muses!

Here you can find all the origin posts for various verses. Please heed the tags at the top of each post.

     Now, for a little more about myself! I’m currently 21, and I’m in the MST time zone. However, because of a messed up sleep schedule + work I can be all over the place with replies and activity. This blog will mainly be low activity though.

Feel free to ask me for my discord if we’re mutuals—AKA, if I follow you from my hub blog, @lilhub! This is a sideblog to that one, so I’ll always be following from there! 

     That’s all for now, happy scrolling!

[picosportals]

To say this unnamed boy looked unusual would be quite an understatement. His knotted hair carrying various leaves and twigs like it’d hardly been brushed even once, his arm and leg of mismatched length and skin tone as if simply slapped onto his body, and that odd red blemish on the sole of his left foot. Hard to clearly define given his panicked footfall, yet present all the same.

Annoyed mutterings and curt variations of ‘excuse you!’ followed the boy as he squirmed and shoved past person after person, their many faces hardly registering in his mind anymore. The boy couldn’t pick up the footsteps of his pursuer anymore, at least not amidst the town’s noise, but instincts of flight within him screamed all the same for the boy to find safety. All he needed was somewhere to hide, to lose the blond one, just the same as he’d shake off any larger animal on the island he’d previously called home.

After turning corners upon corners in his panic, the shaggy-haired boy came to a panting stop in a thankfully far less busy strip of street. The pursuing footfall of the blond boy had seemed to vanish for now, and for just a moment, the boy’s shoulders sunk with uneasy relief. Only a moment, though, as his ears picked up the resuming sound of footsteps. Quieter, far less aggressive, yet they meant he was still being followed.

❝ Huh?? ❞

Turning with a panicked intake of breath, bracing himself to start running all over again, the boy instead paused where he stood in confused fashion. There was an unfamiliar girl nearby, watching him for reasons that eluded the frightened boy. Again, he cautiously shied away, dark eyes wide and alert from behind his mess of hair.

❝ …Who’re you-?? Are you gonna chase me too?? ❞

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

She's learned to follow alongside rather than shove through a crowd, at this point. Whilst a crowd was good to get lost in, one had to blend in to do so; that wouldn't be accomplished by blindly tearing through people.

No, this little boy seems bad at running away from things. Bad, or new at it. Maybe she could teach him how to do it properly. Perhaps she could even make a friend.

. . . Hah. That was a funny joke.

Things like her don't have friends.

Still, she follows. Curiosity killed the cat, or so they say.

And finally, the boy stops; there were much fewer people in this part of town. He was easy enough to follow. Even if they were still a crowd, she would have been able to pick him out easy. That might have been a fun game. But it wasn't the one she was playing now, no—this wasn't like hide and seek at all.

“ No, ” she answers casually. Her head tilts, and Anger looks him up and down. Her nose wrinkles in the particular way she's watched other people do when they see her. It seemed an appropriate enough reaction. And if it wasn't, she'd find out rather easily.

“ What's your name? You're real bad at running, y'know. I could tell where you were in all'a those people. You're gonna have to get better at it if you really wanna get anywhere. ”

A simple question. A roundabout offer of assistance. That was how people did it, wasn't it?

[theyoungprinceling]

'Only to help', the man says.

The first time- or at least one of the first times- Ling can remember someone saying that to him was when he was drugged for the first time when he was twelve. Of course, back then he didn't know what was happening and trusted the woman who offered to take him back inside, when in reality she was attempting to kidnap him. Thankfully Gramps was there to stop it before things got too far.

The difference between then and now is that he wasn't drugged this time. Although, the man is offering him food and that could very well be a trap.

Ling takes a couple breaths before shifting into a proper sitting position. He doesn't hide his suspicion as he stares at the stranger- Axel.

"...Ling." This isn't a normal meeting so he isn't going to bother with the typical 'nice to meet you.' He still is on the fence with this man.

It's at this time that his stomach unfortunately decides to growl, revealing he was, in fact, hungry. It wouldn't be a problem if the circumstances were different. Axel did offer to go to a vendor, though, and not just give Ling one of the apples he apparently had on him. A vendor's food is less likely to be tampered with.

"I'm not taking your food but I will take your money. That's to say, I'd...appreciate it if you got me a snack or something from that vendor you mentioned."

There's no shame whatsoever in his tone as he makes his 'request'.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

“ Of course, of course. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't willing to follow through. ”

Nothing but the truth, of course. It seems this boy—Ling, he'd said his name was—preferred seeing things with his own eyes. Most likely, food preparation might be the same. But that involved getting him on his feet, which...

Whilst Axel was certainly not one to judge, Ling certainly seemed a bit worse for wear, as it were. Nothing to be ashamed of, certainly. He'd had a few more difficult days of his own, over these years.

“ How about we get you standing then, hmn? ” He reaches out a hand, that same smile refusing to fade. Though it seems somehow a touch more gentle.

“ I imagine you wouldn't trust the food if you couldn't keep sight of it, yes? There should be a bench somewhere closer to them. I'd wager it'd be at least slightly more comfortable than the ground. ”

It would do well to have them share the same ground, so to say. Equal footing would be a step closer to trust, after all. And it may be more dignity than Ling has been offered in recent times—at least, when it came to strangers.

“ You can get a proper look at what the options are, as well. I would prefer to get you something you might actually like, of course. ”

[picosportals]

Starter call. | @angcrmanagcmcnt

The nameless boy shied into himself beneath odd stares as he stubbornly weaved between passersby, mismatched and clumsy limbs nudging their way past the occupied streets crowd. It was as if he were experiencing occupying a space for the very first time. In truth it was only natural that the boy stood out, with his unusual, barefooted movements and terribly tangled hair just about dragging on the ground behind him, but the boy himself didn’t know that. ( Even if he had, it wouldn’t have made those unfamiliar eyes watching him feel any kinder. )

❝ Hey-! Hey, move-! ❞

It didn’t matter that people were in the way. All the boy knew was that the blond one was mad with him, that he had to get away. What had he done wrong? The blond one just kept yelling about his arm, about the bite mark on his shoulder that’d existed as long as the boy could remember. It was confusing, it was frightening, it was all of these terrible things and the boy only wanted to get away.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

. . .Oh.

Well, isn't this something new?

Anger had been having a decent day, all considered. Dublith wasn't too terribly warm, so she was able to get by without too many odd looks for wearing long sleeves.

Really, today was a people-watching day. She didn't get many of them, not really, and her last one was...huh. She can't really remember.

Well. At least she was fixing that!

And so, she sits just at the opening of a darkened alleyway, a small paper bag of still-warm cookies sat in her lap. She didn't even have to swipe them, today; that odd baker from around the corner had simply slipped them to her with a smile and a little wink, and that was that. She couldn't say she wasn't suspicious, but...there was a crowd of people. So odds are—

. . . A crowd of people that is quickly being torn through by a very loud little boy.

A very odd little boy, too.

Well. So much for people-watching. Seems it's turned into person-watching now. Whether that would go well or horribly wrong—well, that was up for whatever to decide. For now, she'll tuck her treats into the bag slung across her chest, and begin to follow along.

Misery loved company, after all; and this seemed like one miserable little boy.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

//man I really need to get back on here......I miss my bastards....

[lookingforroleplayers]

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[angcrmanagcmcnt]

“ ........I wanna cause problems. ”

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

Killing Innocence.

(From that one trend on TikTok from a while back. Details under the cut! :D)

Some things to note about this because I'm Insane Over Little Details:

the crosshairs fading in on Lyssa vs. actively being drawn on Anger: whereas Lyssa was always supposed to die, and thus it was only a matter of time before it fell on her, there was an active choice to hunt down Anger.

obviously, the colour difference between the crosshairs: one is professional, trained, typical. The other is….less so. I was gonna have it shake as it was being drawn but alas....

if you look close enough, you can see the pen shaking as Anger's is being drawn(which is essentially the replacement for the idea above). This is because Axel(the person making the target) is still thinking of his daughter during all of this, and he hasn't learned how to shut out that guilt yet. (It's also why Lyssa's image is even there)

Lyssa's eyes are closed while Anger's are open; Lyssa never saw it coming until the last moment. Meanwhile Anger already knows the danger that Axel presents.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

Killing Innocence.

(From that one trend on TikTok from a while back. Details under the cut! :D)

Some things to note about this because I'm Insane Over Little Details:

the crosshairs fading in on Lyssa vs. actively being drawn on Anger: whereas Lyssa was always supposed to die, and thus it was only a matter of time before it fell on her, there was an active choice to hunt down Anger.

obviously, the colour difference between the crosshairs: one is professional, trained, typical. The other is….less so. I was gonna have it shake as it was being drawn but alas....

if you look close enough, you can see the pen shaking as Anger's is being drawn(which is essentially the replacement for the idea above). This is because Axel(the person making the target) is still thinking of his daughter during all of this, and he hasn't learned how to shut out that guilt yet. (It's also why Lyssa's image is even there)

Lyssa's eyes are closed while Anger's are open; Lyssa never saw it coming until the last moment. Meanwhile Anger already knows the danger that Axel presents.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

//Anyways hiiiiii throws these here. A peek at post-PD, 03 v3 Anger, and a little Lyssa in about 1903!

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

//Hi all! Apologies for the radio silence here; unfortunately, I work in retail and the holiday season can get.....chaotic, to say the least. But I'm hoping to be back in the swing of things soon!

//I'll be working on drafts intermittently in the meantime! I do have the Anger & Her Siblings in FMA: Brotherhood post lurking in my drafts, and that's one of the main things I wanna get done soon.

//On another note; honestly, I love being back here. This community is small, but it is just as wonderful as I remember it being. I was honestly afraid about coming back for a long time due to a couple different factors, but I'm beyond happy that I did. It's been great getting to write my little trio again. I've had them for almost six years now, and they hold a special place in my heart.

//Looking back and seeing how their personalities and backgrounds have grown and changed over the years is astounding. Not to mention the many people I've met and built everlasting friendships with; here's to another six years, y'all. I hope this new year brings better things for everyone.

[planetmarsrph]

You are allowed to send antagonizing anons about my muse

(i was gonna put this on my rp blog last night, but i decided to make it a post on here so anyone else who likes antagonistic anons can reblog it as well without borking my notifs)

people are allowed to send anons about what goes on on my blog and the circle of blogs that interact with me, this includes trying to get under my muses skin or tell them the hard truths about what is happening, or even about their fellow friends and enemies!

berate them for putting up with something dumb, point out flaws in someone's story, mention how something they believe is not the truth, do it, have fun!

just be sure that the antagonistic anon you sent is directed at the muse, not the mun, and make sure to read the rules of the blog you wish to send anons to, some antagonizing might be seen as godmodding and will go unanswered or blocked.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

feel free to elaborate as much as possible!

Specify which muse for multimuse blogs.

[themusewhomuses]

What is the one thing you always wanted to say to my muse? And my muse cannot say or do anything other than posting an icon of their reaction.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

@jealousenvy | x.

Anger, of course, matches their grin with one of her own, just as menacing(was that the right word? Anger thinks it's the right word).

Of course, she's just messing with them. She has no idea what to come up with as a response though, so now she has to come up with something on the spot, and she never really was good at that—

“ I saw you messin' with the chimera in the tunnels. Were you playin’ tag? ”

There. That seems like something Envy might do......maybe.

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

Lyssa never did like staying cooped up inside.

She does remember fondly winter days at home. Sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a book while the sound of a scratching pen and mumbling came from her father's desk. Even at home, there was too much work to do. And that was the rare times he was able to bring it home with him.

And now...

Well. She's certainly gotten good at shimmying window locks. And Lieutenant General Gardner, while usually apathetic toward her occasional jailbreaks(because really, what else could she call it?) had grown tired of her ‘ridiculous shenanigans’.

She's learned by now that, while being a hostage has its disadvantages...

She also has the perk of asking forgiveness rather than permission.

If she had to say one nice thing about Central, at least she could use the weather is nice excuse. Of course, eventually the cold would grow bitter as it did every winter, but...

For now, it's nice enough. Maybe she can even get to the library before they notice she's missing this time...

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

//holding out BH v2 Lyssa.....perhaps . like this for a starter with her? :3 (multimuses please specify)