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Most likely inactive for ever, if I ever post again here it might be musings... Thanks for the fun times, this blog will stay up as archive.
ooc; i still think about these two a lot and about how wrong their characterizations are but sadly i have the brain of a lizard and canāt remember rp interactions or important plot points so this blog is probably fkn dead. send greetings to my smooth brained self :ā^)
Happy Birthday!
<333333 thank you so much
Hello, can you send me youre kimblee archer picture please? It's really nice
ooc: Iād ask to clarify which one but if iām correct iāve only drawn em a couple of 3-4 times anyway (that i posted anywhere) so view them beneat the cut. you can simply click and download. I only drew them together two times so yeah
Archer ate Kimbleeās leftovers. :c
For my and your comfort
If youāre against trans people, nonbinary people, people of color, or gay people. Go. Just go from my blog and donāt contact me please.
If you canāt deal with these topics then this blog is not for you.
Iām a nonbinary multishipping person. If you canāt bear the mention of something along these lines then leave me alone for both of our comfort.
Thanks.
maria-suzanneā:
The ball bounced farther and farther away, then disappeared over a sudden decline.
Dmitri ran after it, squealing excitedly, only to stop dead in his tracks. The drop was into a lake, where the ball sat, bobbing several feet from the shore.
He slid as close to the water he dared, crouched down, and reached for the ball, but it was too far away.
He stretched further and flapped his hand at the ball, whining in frustration.
The ball began bobbing towards him, as if pushed by a breeze. He fished it out of the water once it was within reach, then bounced to his feet and scurried back to the man.Ā
Kimblee could already see the droplets roll of the ball the moment the child rushed close. He hadĀ kicked it far enough apparently to land in a bucket, a puddle or something similar. Truthfully, it would be fun to see how far he could make the kid run - after all there was nothing fully interesting about a game of throw. Idly, he wonders how long this would stretch, the investigation was still in full force behind him so he couldnāt even find other excitement. At least there was some enjoyment in having the power to dictate the tiny person. As it seemed, no matter how far he threw, heād follow that ball regardless.
He wondered this while shaking off a bit of the water from the ball, gauging where heād thrown it last time and hoping to go farther. Maybe the dog is gonna trip into the water now, wouldnāt that be nice?
Just like that, Kimbleeās reeling his arm back to put full force behind the motion, grinning as it sails far off. He feels like he could have thrown it even farther if he hadnāt wasted away in prison like that, but the kidās gotta take this.
Watching whether or not the child would bound off again, Kimblee wipes his wet hands clear on his pants.
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Hey, guys! Iāve decided to make a FMA RPC Masterlist to help all of us find each other easier! If you have a character from the Fullmetal Alchemist universe (2003, Brotherhood, the movie(s), games, manga, etc.), an OC, or a canon with a crossover verse, please reblog this post with the following in the tags:
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notice regarding activity
you might have noticed iāve been quiet on here, thatās likely to even increase. iām not giving these two up, but i need time to process writings and their characters and school is starting next week.
This school year will be tough, itās my last one and due to Corona times are just twice as stressful. Thus, I do not know if i can even dedicate *any* time to my hobbies - neither art, nor cosplay, nor coding, nor - you name it - rp.
i hope this is sth i can fall back to when the stress piles too much and i need sth to distract myself. please donāt abandon these two either if youāre still interested in interactions, it would make me happy to have sth to focus on if school does allow for down time.
thank you for reading, and take care.
maria-suzanneā:
When was he going to throw the ball? Dmitri reached up and bounced on his toes.Ā
Pakhta whined impatiently, rearing up on her hind legs.
The man tilted it, as though getting ready to toss it. Was he ever going to throw it?! Or was he going to run of with Dmitriās ball?
āGive it!ā Dmitri whined, āItās mine!ā
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Wow, so forceful. But really, it was hard to take such a small child seriously. Kimbeeās grinning, a sick kind of joy lighting his face up. He didnāt bother hiding it really, where would be the point? Seeing both the child and the dog so hooked on this simple game was amusing really.
He didnāt plan to aggravate them much further though, it wasnāt too much fun after the first couple seconds. However, he still wanted to annoy them.
āWatch this.ā, a simple step taken back, a single moment of meeting the childās eyes -
and a short but forcefull kick had the ball sailing much further than he could throw, way beyond their heads.
I canāt forgive you for what you did. I never want to see your face again. But make sure you donāt forget- In this world, every person and place has a right to exist. Itās true for you, too. Nature itself allowed you to come back.
The entire world as a whole is your home.
Done and overā:
She enjoys seeing that cocky little smile of his fadeāit feeds the pit growing within her, begging for more, crying out in earnest as she imagines all the horrific things she wants to do to this pathetic whelp of a man. Itās almost ironic, how he looks for a way outāadorable, even.Ā
As if he could get away from her for very long. But perhaps she would let him. She hadnāt played a good game of hide and seek in quite a while, so it would be ever so amusing if he decided to run. Hide and seek with a bit of tag mixed in, perhaps? Then again, it would be the cold hand of death making KimbleeĀ āitā, if Anger had her way.
Heās begun to run his mouth again, and for a moment the little homunculus wonders if she needs to teach Kimblee another lesson about opening his mouth and spouting his bullshitābut before she can do anything, everything is crumbling.
Anger canāt move, canāt see, canāt breathe. Sheās on the ground. She can taste dirt, feel the crushing weight of something pressing against her back, she canāt breathe.Ā
She canāt fucking breathe.
It hits her like a tonne of bricks. The rage is gone, replaced with a terror that, had there not already been rubble piled atop her, would keep her immobile. She sees that red light dancing about her body, struggling to heal itself. It feels like her lungs are on fire.Ā She canāt let Kimblee get away, but she also canāt get up, or seeāhow is she supposed to stop someone she canāt see?Ā
Get up, screams her mind, and Anger wheezes and scrambles for purchase on the brick and cement atop her. If she could just move it, if she could get up then she would be fuming.
The dust cloggs his nose, each particle reflecting the sunlight, blinding him to the scene - but - not entirely, he has his ears to listen. And even if they ring with aftermath of rumble, the beautiful, perfect artistry that only he is master of, even then he hears the familiar wheeze of someone in their last moments.
Well, Kimblee knew it wasnāt her last moments, no no, it was clear as day. A being like her wouldnāt fall prey to a simple thing as this. There was no time to ponder. No time to stay and soak up the electricity in the air, no time to appreciate the struggle.Ā
Kimblee turned on his heels, briskly, walking and walking far away. He almost broke out into a sprint, the hatred of the kid prickling his neck and piercing him. All that kept him from doing so was the mass of people, mingling the streets, curious gazes, fearful eyes, all mixed and unsure what had transpired.
Running would only make them suspect him and well, the less he got involved in this, the less he had to deal with it. As long she didnāt find him again.
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The flutter of wings may have brought the anticipation of a bird, but instead, she greets him with a wave of her hand.
āCup of coffee at the ass crack of dawn? You know what time it is right?ā Obviously sheās here to harass the stick in the mud after a long day, having hopped down the roof to poke around where she wasnāt supposed to.
āTake a break, why donāt you?ā She says, leaning on the windowās edge, phone in one hand as she scrolls through the feed for a moment.
āWhat do you even do for work again?ā
He didnāt know why she was here, he didnāt want her to be here - nonetheless, he hadnāt the energy to do anything about it but stare in annoyance. One sip after another he was quiet, wanting to savor the burning hot liquid down his throat and hoping beyond all else that it would wake him. Enough perhaps to throw this visitor out. āI am well aware what time it is, Iām surely not a dimwit-ā Perhaps her comment was not supposed to be so, but he took offense at people snooping where their noses didnāt belong.
With a clonk in the otherwise calm room, Archer set down the mug, itās contents baren. What a shame.
āI work at the Court-Martial office. If thatās not a profession youāre familiar with, Iāll break it down for you.ā His gaze was tired and lacked the superior arrogance it usually showed. His tone all but made up for it.Ā āIām a higher ranked soldier of our military. It is my job to supervise the crimes commited by others amongst our state military. Recently, there have been an influx of files, and not all of them can be handled easily. You see-ā
Archer was throwing a hand up to gesture vaguely to the stacked papers, notes upon notes among legal documents. There was order to it, for him at least. He wasnāt sure she could decipher anything - he didnāt expect her to and rather didnāt care. Heās been up preparing for an investigation heād go to himself, wanting to make sure everything runned smoothly and he could collect first hand some evidence.
āOne canāt always file corrupted documents.ā A wicked smile gets thrown her way, hands itching for another cup of scalding coffee and filter basically nonexistent.
Just a PSA
Reblog if you donāt ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.
I canāt forgive you for what you did. I never want to see your face again. But make sure you donāt forget- In this world, every person and place has a right to exist. Itās true for you, too. Nature itself allowed you to come back.
The entire world as a whole is your home.