Frank Archer | Zolf. J. Kimblee

Canon divergent Indie multimuse rp blog side, @sugamenouo

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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.

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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 can’t remember rp interactions or important plot points so this blog is probably fkn dead. send greetings to my smooth brained self :’^)

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Happy Birthday!

<333333 thank you so much

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Hello, can you send me youre kimblee archer picture please? It's really nice

ooc: I’d ask to clarify which one but if i’m correct i’ve 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

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Archer ate Kimblee’s leftovers. :c

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For my and your comfort

If you’re against trans people, nonbinary people, people of color, or gay people. Go. Just go from my blog and don’t contact me please.

If you can’t deal with these topics then this blog is not for you.

I’m a nonbinary multishipping person. If you can’t bear the mention of something along these lines then leave me alone for both of our comfort.

Thanks.

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maria-suzanne​:

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. 

Kimblee could already see the droplets roll of the ball the moment the child rushed close. He had 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 couldn’t 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, he’d follow that ball regardless.

He wondered this while shaking off a bit of the water from the ball, gauging where he’d thrown it last time and hoping to go farther. Maybe the dog is gonna trip into the water now, wouldn’t that be nice?

Just like that, Kimblee’s 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 hadn’t wasted away in prison like that, but the kid’s 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! I’ve 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 i’ve been quiet on here, that’s likely to even increase. i’m 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, it’s 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 don’t abandon these two either if you’re 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.

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maria-suzanne​:

When was he going to throw the ball? Dmitri reached up and bounced on his toes. 

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 Dmitri’s ball?

“Give it!” Dmitri whined, “It’s mine!”

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Wow, so forceful. But really, it was hard to take such a small child seriously. Kimbee’s grinning, a sick kind of joy lighting his face up. He didn’t 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 didn’t plan to aggravate them much further though, it wasn’t too much fun after the first couple seconds. However, he still wanted to annoy them.

“Watch this.”, a simple step taken back, a single moment of meeting the child’s eyes -

and a short but forcefull kick had the ball sailing much further than he could throw, way beyond their heads.

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I can’t forgive you for what you did. I never want to see your face again. But make sure you don’t forget- In this world, every person and place has a right to exist. It’s true for you, too. Nature itself allowed you to come back.

The entire world as a whole is your home.

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Done and over​:

She enjoys seeing that cocky little smile of his fade–it 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. It’s almost ironic, how he looks for a way out–adorable, even. 

As if he could get away from her for very long. But perhaps she would let him. She hadn’t 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 Kimblee ‘it’, if Anger had her way.

He’s 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 bullshit–but before she can do anything, everything is crumbling.

Anger can’t move, can’t see, can’t breathe. She’s on the ground. She can taste dirt, feel the crushing weight of something pressing against her back, she can’t breathe. 

She can’t 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. She can’t let Kimblee get away, but she also can’t get up, or see–how is she supposed to stop someone she can’t see? 

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 wasn’t her last moments, no no, it was clear as day. A being like her wouldn’t 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. 

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 didn’t 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.

“Cup of coffee at the ass crack of dawn? You know what time it is right?” Obviously she’s here to harass the stick in the mud after a long day, having hopped down the roof to poke around where she wasn’t supposed to.

“Take a break, why don’t you?” She says, leaning on the window’s edge, phone in one hand as she scrolls through the feed for a moment.

“What do you even do for work again?”

He didn’t know why she was here, he didn’t want her to be here - nonetheless, he hadn’t 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. “I am well aware what time it is, I’m surely not a dimwit-” Perhaps her comment was not supposed to be so, but he took offense at people snooping where their noses didn’t belong.

With a clonk in the otherwise calm room, Archer set down the mug, it’s contents baren. What a shame.

“I work at the Court-Martial office. If that’s not a profession you’re familiar with, I’ll break it down for you.” His gaze was tired and lacked the superior arrogance it usually showed. His tone all but made up for it. “I’m 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-”

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 wasn’t sure she could decipher anything - he didn’t expect her to and rather didn’t care. He’s been up preparing for an investigation he’d go to himself, wanting to make sure everything runned smoothly and he could collect first hand some evidence.

“One can’t always file corrupted documents.” A wicked smile gets thrown her way, hands itching for another cup of scalding coffee and filter basically nonexistent.

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I can’t forgive you for what you did. I never want to see your face again. But make sure you don’t forget- In this world, every person and place has a right to exist. It’s true for you, too. Nature itself allowed you to come back.

The entire world as a whole is your home.