β Sideblog of FMASona "Okun Lewther" and "Riza Hawkeye". β art by me (@marsstarfighter). β Muses: Okun - 28, Riza - 28 β Mun (Abyssal): 22 β German Shepherd Chimera β
A Dog's Loyalty is Better Than a Man who's to Die.
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β [ Welcome to the fma-sona rp blog!! Ft. Riza Hawkeye! ]
β [ DISCLAIMER: MUN HAS CHRONIC ILLNESS SO RESPONSES MAY BE VERY SLOW, EVEN THEN THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY FOR FUN AND I'M TRYING TO FIND MY LOVE FOR ROLEPLAYING AGAIN ]
β [ DISCLAIMER 2: This sona is a reflection of what I want to be (a marine biologist) but due to circumstances (chronic illness in the form of being a chimera + other disabilities) there will be sensitive topics ahead, I'll drop cws and tws in case of situations, but it should be mainly safe. This sona is also yumeshipped with Riza but I'm not too picky if it delves into more interesting routes with others, or if you rp a Riza we can completely start from scratch and just have strangers meet friends deal :3 just let me know ! ]
β [ RULES + MUSE INFO!! ]
β 1. NO drama (unless its written in rp), we're all adults here and I would like to keep it a mainly safe space. This also applies the golden rule: if you respect us, we will respect you back. This stops at the obvious parts like racism, homophobia/transphobia/xenophobia, etc. We don't discriminate here.
β 2. BE +18!! I will refuse to rp with muns under +18, the rps may contain nsfw contents (whether sexual [trauma or otherwise], gore, violence, etc).
β 3. Prompts that are not on this blog are 100% allowed! Just send me a link to it so I understand what you're referencing first!
β 4. You're okay to write paragraphs or two liners bc I will probably ALSO write two liners -> paragraphs, it just depends how my illness treats me day to day.
β 5. We do suffer from autidhd + did, so if we forget to respond, you may poke us to remind us to respond, but I don't owe you one if we're very overwhelmed.
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MUSES:
Name: Riza Hawkeye
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Gender: Fem
Species: Human
Siblings: N/A
Height: 5'6 - 5'7
β [ Use π¦ or "Hawkeye" next to your prompt to interact! ]
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Basic info:
- Name: Okun Lewther
- Age: 28
- Sex: Intersex
- Gender: Masc
- Chimera part: German Shepherd (was his nanny dog)
- Siblings: middle child of 2
- Height: 5'6 (disguised human), 5'9 (chimera)
[ Backstory ]
- Summary: He grew up being a childhood friend of Riza's, so they share jewelry of each others snipped off hair as a declariation of their friendship, and how they wouldn't forget each other. His older brother (Cain) having gone to be apart of the military and was stationed in New Optain. When Cain had been assigned to be court martialed and ran out on the military and declared "missing", Frank Archer had Kimblee kidnap Okun (15) and used him as ransom in hopes that Cain would come back to serve his punishment. When he didn't return, they had used Okun's nanny dog to merge him with for a chimera, the experiment nearly failed until Okun had persevered from the pain, but the transformation had left permanent scarring on his body. Since then, he was never truly registered into the military, but had to serve since he was now their ace card. He had been paired up with Kimblee under Archers orders.
Okun wanted to be a marine biologist, so they assigned him to use horrific water alchemy, which had proven very useful in the Ishval genocide. In cases, it made it look like a natural disaster during the genocide. Only after Kimblee was put away, he freelanced from New Optain and taken into East City.
His body is still in massive pain, but it finds a neutral state by being in-between. Kimblee had paraded Okun around the military (where he gets his name "Big Dog") in this in-between look, so it's become the norm for him. If he needed to change to either disguise himself or his full chimera, he would need to take some extra-strong pain blockers otherwise he'd end up very feral and wouldn't recognize others around him due to how bad the pain is.
β [ Use "Human Disguise" or π next to your prompt to help him ease into his human disguise or simply chat with him in it! ]
β [ Use "Fetch!" Or π next to your prompt to interact with full chimera Okun! ]
β [ Huntingdog but "we cannot show how close we are in front of the higher ups. I fear they will take you away again." But when Riza begins to have a panic attack, Okun immediately rushes to her and holds her in his arms. "Hey, shh, it's okay baby, look at me babygirl, it's okay, look, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere.." because she doesn't want to be abandoned again. In this essay I will- ]
"Do I now? Last I checked, your name isn't on any of me. Proof of ownership would possibly convince me, and no, you cannot say me working for you counts."
"Do I now? Last I checked, your name isn't on any of me. Proof of ownership would possibly convince me, and no, you cannot say me working for you counts."
"Do I now? Last I checked, your name isn't on any of me. Proof of ownership would possibly convince me, and no, you cannot say me working for you counts."
She'd been at the Orphanage/Group home for as long as she could remember, memories of a time before foggy at best.
So many years. So many potential adoptions and so many disappointments had left her more than a little disenchanted with the idea and lost much hope as she watched those around her go to loving homes rarely returning. Kids that got so many prospective parents visiting and talking with them till they got the right match yet none for her.
Having all but given up she stayed away often choosing to stay up in her room then mingle with the other kids or meat any of the interested parents. No one ever came for her. With some encouragement one of the workers had got her to come outside, being such a nice day.
Quietly she played on her own in the shade with only a worn, hand stitched plush rabbit that had seen better days, while the other kids eagerly introduced themselves to awaiting and interested prospective parents that had come to visit and meet them. Silvery-white hair had been pulled back into a braid in some attempt to tame her long locks.
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A worker cheerily welcomed Hughes in, it wasn't often they got an actual military officer around in a non official capacity. Asking him a variety of questions as well as answering any of his own to help make the best match between parent and child.
"By the sounds of it I think you and your family might make a great fit for almost any of these kids." The woman smiled before humming thoughtfully, "And it looks like some of them are already quite eager to meet you, how about I leave you to get acquainted a little bit? Unless you have any further questions?"
"Oh please, your generousity has been more than enough!"
As much as Maes had been a busy man (and only gotten busier as the months gone by), Elisia desperately needed a friend to play with. Better yet, a sibling! And what better way to get her a proper sibling than to help out one of these kids who desperately needed a home.
He smiled at the worker, very appreciative of how she's taken care of him, and as far as it goes- the children and establishment.
Though, Maes needed someone that would be around Elicia's age. Someone who may even look out for her, but deserve to have a loving home. The lieutenant colonel had heard the stories before, the children who are a bit older don't get looked at, in favour of having the youngest ones to cherish those years you cannot get back, which is frankly and extremely unfair. He took off his glasses to clean them off with a cloth.
"Sure, I do have a question. Which child has been here the longest? I'm looking for someone who's around my daughters age, see she just turned 4 years old, and I want her to have a sibling thats close enough to play with, since my wife is handling her sick mother, and I've been getting more work piled onto my desk."
Right so he had a 4 year old at home already and was hoping for another close to the same age. It made sense kids of a closer age were bound to get along easier. Though it didn't narrow it down a lot there were plenty who fit roughly within that range, but then he'd asked about those who'd been there the longest. An answer to such a question could go to one of the older kids but surprisingly despite being older not all had been there near as long as one would have thought.
Quite politely the woman asked a few of the kids stilling hanging around if they might leave them alone to talk for a little while. The last thing they ever wanted was to foster any false hope.
The more she thought about it there was one kid who fit the bill perhaps better than most of them. They'd struggled so hard to find the right environment for her, the right family. Perhaps the Hughes family could be just that, Maes certainly had more than enough love to give
"I can't say for certain if she's been here the longest but by your description we do have one little girl whose been with us for some time now. She's only a little older than your daughter so I'm sure they'd get along." Quiet as she was and for as much as Kisara avoided most of the kids she was a little better when it came to those younger.
"Unfortunately we've had some issues placing her in the past, some weren't able to.. well they found her a bit troublesome."
Even some of the workers had gotten frustrated with her and perhaps didn't treat her as well as they should but there was only so much attention that could be stretched among all the kids, they couldn't focus nearly as much attention on her as what she probably needed.
Maes had stayed quiet to listen to the explaination. There was a little girl who was here for a long time, and she was deemed troublesome?
Now this has his curiousity piqued. He gave an acknowledging hum as he thought about it. Usually kids were labelled 'troublesome' by unhappy parents, who can't really control their kids to do their every whim, it's sad to hear about really. He's had plenty of cases where children were abused or even almost (or were) killed due to the fact they didn't agree with the parent. Maybe this was a similar situation.
Seems like she just needed the right home.
"I'll take her off your hands, then. I'll be happy to keep her within my family, I doubt she's had too much of a good life bouncing between families."
The poor girl, her hopes must have been crushed. This was going to be a case he'll need to take his time with, otherwise he could risk scaring her and resulting in running away. Children were fragile people, and they needed an adult to run to if they felt scared or lonely, it broke his heart thinking about Elicia like that. Must have been the same for this one too.
Everything seemed to be falling into place, almost to good to be true. She truly did hope for Kisara's sake this would be the last and final time.
"I don't like to make assumptions but your probably right. I'm sure she'd do so much better in a more stable environment, even finding someone willing to foster hasn't been easy."
There were so many different factors least of all the at times blatant racism when her family became known. Some simply weren't capable of or willing to deal with a child that needed that extra work.
"Kisara, she isn't a bad kid but she definitely needs a little more help and patience than what some are willing or able to offer." The worked sighed softly, truthfully she'd never understood anyone who'd adopt a child without expecting at least some amount of trauma to follow in some fashion and in just as many different forms. "Of course that isn't the only reason, Since you're already here and have the time I'd be happy to set up an introduction but there's one thing you really should know."
The information was going to come out anyway and they'd learned it was best to get out of the way from the jump than wait until the were working finalizing the adoption. It was stupid in her eyes how people were so willing to discriminate against a child solely based on their parentage and that it should affect their chances of finding a family.
"It's about her parents, unfortunately we have little information when it comes to the rest of her family but what we do know is that her mother was Ishvalan."
No wonder she didn't have a stable home life, people would find out that she's part Ishvalan, and then either abuse her or send her back because they don't want to associate with them.
How disgusting.
A child is a child, no child deserves to be treated like garbage depending on where they come from, whether its Drachian, Ishvalan, Xingese, whatever. Whoever had decided to give the little girl false hope of finally having a family better hope he doesn't know where they are, because he would willingly sacrifice his rank than let a child go scared on the streets. It wouldn't be right.
His expression had made him seem to ponder a bit, but not because she was Ishvalan, no, it was more he realized WHY she was being returned every time. Maes cleared his throat and put on his best, friendly expression to the worker.
His eagerness to meet the girl put some of her worries at easy.
"Great why don't you go wait inside and l'll go get her." Usually she spent her time inside but they were fairly certain they recalled her coming out earlier. Probably.
After a quick word with one of the others she soon located Kisara sitting in a dark shaded area, which wasn't to unsurprising, as it was her albinism made her particularly sensitive to the sun.
With some understandable reluctance they eventually got her to follow and returned to go meet back up with Hughes.
"Thanks for waiting, and this here is Kisara. Kisara this is Mr.Hughes, he really wanted to meet you."
She motioned down toward Kisara who peered nervously out from behind.
It would surely end the same as it always did she was to weird, to freaky. To much trouble. Despite the workers gentle assurance she remained uncertain. Why should this be any different than all the other times.
Maes had squatted down so he could be Kisara's height (or best as possible). His smile was kind and he tried his best to move somewhat quick, but not enough to frighten a girl who's shy.
Albinism?
Could add onto why people didn't like her. Sensitivity to the sun wasn't the greatest for people who wish to stay active. He'd have to invest in a sun umbrella for her.
"Hello there, Kisara! I'm Maes Hughes, I hope you've been okay.."
"Do I now? Last I checked, your name isn't on any of me. Proof of ownership would possibly convince me, and no, you cannot say me working for you counts."
β [ funfact: my greed!Riza acts very much like a giant bird, especially because birds can be greedy fucks and she exhibits that behaviour, and she will WILLINGLY be an asshole to get what she wants ]
β [ this does go hand in hand with chimera Riza, whos a giant golden hawk ]
Roy could only feel his face getting hotter when Hughes turned back to him, eyes drifting to look him up and down. Taking in every detail he could see, the way his body curves or dipped, the way it was toned..
Any lower and he'd not be able to look away.
And Hughes getting close to him again solved that issue, his sights forced to turn to the man as came to him, a soft hum leaving him at the cheek kiss and then the hitch of his breath came.
The attention gave him shivers, body reacting to the touches by straightening up as nails ran down his torso, biting his lip with Maes' getting.. so, so close to his increasingly throbbing dick.
"Not really, I'd be in your position if the roles were reversed, really."
Maes hummed happily, deciding to finally give the man some grace before lowering and wrapping his hand around Roy's dick. His thumb carefully traced over the slit, letting himself feel every throb that Roy's dick seemed to happily give by just recieving the tiniest bit of attention.
He kissed at the rest of Roy's skin, the ones he couldn't access before as he began a slow pumping motion on the poor mans cock, making sure he was being deliberately slow so he could really get the most out of this little private moment.
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"I can agree with you then, Sir. I'd much rather deal with injuries than causalities..."
Though of course, she would much prefer neither. Sadly the would just wasn't a perfect place though, Riza knew that far too well. Following along beside Maes as he waved her along, she took another sip of her coffee before her gaze shifted over to him from his compliment.
"I assure you, it's nothing. It comes with the territory after all. As for the Colonel, I assure you know the answer to that question. Of course he is still procrastinating. I'm sure when I get back I'll be spending the neck week racking up overtimer to assure everything he slacked on ends up being completed."
"Of course. Roy is truly a man, but he's.. certainly not the best to work. He was like that during college as well, I remember having to help him catch up when it was exam week."
Maes gave a chuckle as he reminisced on old memories. Roy really has never changed. At least he was glad that routine is similar, but he was worried over Riza's sanity. They don't know how long she'll be working with him for this case, and if its a long time? He may as well go over and help her.
It didn't take long before they reached the evidence, opening the door up for her and let her enter first.
"Alright, get our sips in.."
A looooooooong... loooooooong sip.
Ah.
Better.
Maes went over to the evidence box and picked it up to place on the table, placing the weapons onto it- which just showed there were maybe two bodies of guns, but there were a LOT of different bullets.
The moment that Roy was lifted up, his hands clung onto Maes, gripping at the back of his uniform for dear life despite being pinned to the wall by Maes' body.
A shudder ran through him like a ghost passing through his body, the pressure against him almost made his breath hitch, only muffled by the kiss and of Maes' tongue being down his throatβ what heaven this was.
To cling onto Maes like this again, to have him take charge like this and reduce him to a crumbling mess of a man. It could only be called thrilling, especially in their positions.
The Colonel getting the time of his life by the Lieutenant Colonel, one he missed dearly.
Just like how he missed his touch, his kisses, the sweet words he'd whisper in his ear, the long days and nights they'd spend together.
Maes could only hum a response as he broke the kiss, his face also turning red from how cute Roy looked. How desperate the man was.
He reached up to tug on Roy's collar, pushing it down enough to latch onto his neck instead. It was low enough, so the colonel could hide the hickey if one was left behind (let's be honest, he was going to leave one).
With hands roaming down to hold onto Roy so he wouldn't fall, Maes' body had reacted accordingly and continued to grind against the man he had pinned down. God, he needed this so badly, the way his love for Roy hadn't been seen for years due to the militarys ridiculous fraternizing rule- but the way Roy always looked at him.. the way their conversations went on, how their touch lingered a bit longer when they were passing off work to each other? He needed it again, he so desperately needed Roy, it was kind of embarrassing.
"I'm.. right here, baby."
His grinding picked up, the way the rubbing of fabric could be heard within the empty office, along with the sounds of Maes' sloppy kisses leaving behind pretty marks on the colonel's pale skin. He needed him.
Roy almost gasped for air when Hughes had pulled away from him, already missing the feeling of the man being down his throat. The feeling left him wanting, needing, begging for him. If he could get any hotter then he just might burn up.
Then the feeling of the man attaching himself to his neck like a leech got to him, biting down on his lip even as little noises still passed through. He shifted slightly, just enough to move an arm to his own chest, pulling open the top segment of his uniform, letting it hang open as he reached for the buttons of his undershirt. Popping each one open as best as he could without getting too distracted by every little sensation.
"F-Fuck, Maes.. You better.. Mm.. Paint my body with hickies or I swear I won't let you live it down..!"
Then the gasp slipped out with a shudder of a moan, the friction drove him crazy, the pressure and movement sent waves through his body. The heat spreading through him. He needed more than this, needed far more than this.
Maes was happy enough to oblige, lowering himself further as he painted Roy's upper half of whatever he could access in a majority of hickies. A hand lifted from where it resided, only to be placed over Roy's crotch and began to palm at the cloth, giving whatever stimulation he could give.
It drove him insane with the small noises that slipped through Roy's lips. God, how he wished he could hear them more, and at a louder volume. Even if they were at risk of being caught, he wouldn't care, he made enough to give hush money if someone did end up stumbling upon them.
Well, thankfully the door had a lock to it.
But still, the way he can look up from kissing the center of his collarbone, seeing how Roy's mouth struggled to keep itself wired shut, the way the skin around his eyes shifted as he tried to squeeze them shut, to just feel the pleasure in the moment.. that was the best view he could get from where he was, and he would only continue by making the pressure of the grind more known, to tempt Roy of what he could have if the clothes weren't in the way.
Another gasp slipped from Roy, unable to keep this one down alongside the noises that came from him, the attention to his neck and groin had him practically melting but even now, he was trying so hard to keep his composureβ not wanting to submit this early just yet.
He wanted Hughes to want him just as badly as he wanted him.
Even so, Roy was craving more than this, more than just kisses and bites to his skin, more than the grinding against him through their uniform, more than just being pinned to the wall, he needed far more than he had been getting.
If anything, Roy needed Hughes to be inside of him.
"Qu.. Quit teasingβ! Come on, I need more than this, Maes.. mnh.. Give me more than this!"
He snipped out through breaths, trying to order the man. Get him to give him more than he was getting.
Upon the demand, Maes could only smirk against Roy's skin, pulling away from him and letting him get back on his feet so he could undress.
"Then if you want me to comply, you better be undressed before my boxers hit the ground."
Backing up a bit, he began to work on his uniform, unbuttoning it and letting his coat slide off his shoulders. He tossed it onto one of the desks and began removing the items of clothing that would be in the way, and would obtain.. obvious stains, that he'd rather not have to explain.
Roy blinked as Maes put him back on the ground, almost stumbling but catching himself quickly as he adjusted to being on the floor again. Face a hot red and dark eyes just staring at Hughes as he spoke.
Once it clicked with him of what Hughes wanted from him, there was no stopping him from moving. He slung his upper uniform off, throwing it onto his chair, followed by popping off the last few buttons of his dress shirt that found its way to the chair as well.
The boots were immediately knocked off with the rest of the uniform going with it. Until finally, he was bare. Clearly aroused with the way his dick seemed to make little jolts of movement.
Needy. Wanting.
His body felt like it was on fire. He needed this. Painfully wanting this for years.
Maes had took his time getting undressed, practically kicking his uniform off to the side piece by piece. It was obvious he was giving Roy the time he needed to be bare before facing the man again.
And god, did he feel himself get even more aroused.
He advanced back over towards Roy, kissing his cheek before getting back to his neck, his hands roaming around the other mans body as he seemed practically desperate for him. With the other hand, Maes dragged his nails down his body, letting it slowly get down to his v-line and keeping it there, using his thumb to rub against the indents.
