leviathan

Independent low activity Roy Mustang roleplay blog (18+) Written by Skyler / 25+ / they/them

[flamecombustion]

RULES & BIO

skyler. 25+. they/them. utc-6.

this is a moderate activity, timeline and canon divergent, independent roleplay blog for roy mustang of fullmetal alchemist, with headcanons (as well as canon applications) based on '03, FMAB, and the manga that is open to other fandoms, ocs, crossovers, & aus. i have been roleplaying for 14+ years.

before proceeding, be warned: the contents of this blog are NSFW, so please do not follow me if you are a minor. there will be themes and mentions of politics, fascism and nationalism, genocide, war, mentions of war, varying degrees of violence, weapons usage, varying degrees of abuse, assault, themes of suicide and suicidal ideation, substance abuse, sex, systemic racism, state violence, militaric brutalism, murder, homicidal ideation and homicide, etc.

o1. no ooc drama. PERIOD. this is your one & only warning— i will hard block you everywhere.

do NOT "warn" me about other muns or show me callout posts OR callout blogs. i will make such decisions for myself.

i do not care what you ship OR write, as i, too, write Problematic Content (obviously).

do not force your ships on me & do NOT tell me what i can & cannot ship.

do not put ship hate on my dash. do not start drama with people over ships.

this is a non-judgemental zone, so you need not worry about offending my delicate sensibilities. 

o2. no god modding / metagaming.

o3. you should at very least try to reblog the memes you want your mutuals to send to you to your muse’s blog from their source, although i don't care if you reblog from me directly.

o4. i am not going to list my various mental and physical disabilities to justify explaining why you shouldn't be acting entitled to my time and energy as a roleplayer. if you want to continue or pick up a thread we have written, i encourage you to nudge me (within reason). do not use this as an excuse to harass or manipulate me into replying to you faster.

o6. platonic & romantic shipping is my jam. fast shipping? slow burn? fated pairs? meet-cutes? good stuff, it's in the itinerary! however, i will absolutely not ship roy romantically with underage muses & i will not write smut with any mun under the age of 21.

i will not, under any circumstance, write these ships: royed, royal, roywinry, roygluttony, or roypride.

please do not ask me to write these ships.

while i am not here SOLELY for shipping, i do love to ship, and will ship most ships with those who want to explore one with roy, especially if there's chemistry.

casual sex and friends with benefits are fine. sex in general is fine. roy is used to other people using his body (if you stick around long enough, you'll see this is mentally taxing for him and is a huge problem), but where smut is concerned, please write smut with roy only under read mores & tagged properly or written offsite (such as on discord).

know that this blog is NSFW; not only is smut probably going to happen regularly, adult subjects will pop up because my muse is an adult who does adult things.

there ARE lines i will not cross, such as pedophilia, rape, incest, etc. please do not ask me to write these subjects.

the only things i will reference in my writing are roy's own sexual trauma, his own abuse at the hands of others, and the genocide he has committed.

please do not ask me to write out scenes with this content that come at the hands of or are the cause of your muse.

it is intensely triggering for me to do so, so unless i am writing out scenes that include sequences such as traumatic flashbacks or nightmares OR roy informing another muse of what happened to him in the past, i will not be writing those subjects out any further than that.

o7. cw/tw for dark themes. another reminder: a lot of this content will happen in my writing since a lot of it is canon. fma is literally an allegory for/was written based on ww2, so let me know if you see me forget to tag something or if you need me to add a unique tag to my tags list for your blacklist. 

o8. ic = / = ooc. i do not condone what my muse says or does. the things roy says and does can be Bad, and even extremely manipulative, although other factors, such as his PTSD, may cause him to act in unexpected ways, such as to triggers. contact me if things are getting too heated for you on an ooc level! i don't mind diverting plot, retconning, or simply starting over— these are fictional characters & as my roleplay partner, your comfort is my priority.

o9. the icons i use are from the cartoon & manga/or were ripped by other people & were edited by me. i would appreciate being asked before you use them! @uselesswhenwet was the one who gave me their icons originally, so i would suggest asking them for permission before taking them from me.

1o. you can either message me for more contact information or to shoot the breeze oocly ( apologies ahead of time, i am probably going to be shy )!

thanks, & let's have fun! ♥

BIO

THE FLAME ALCHEMIST "A King exists for his people. Without people, there is no King."

── OVERVIEW

*   NAME: Roy Mustang

*  TITLE/ALIAS: The Flame Alchemist/Hero of Ishval

*   MILITARY RANK: Colonel (State Alchemist)

*   AFFILIATION: Amestrian State Military (Central Command/formerly East City)

*   AGE: 29–35 (Versatile based on AU)

*   BIRTH SIGN: Aries Sun ♈︎ / Scorpio Moon ♏︎ / Libra Rising ♎︎

── VITAL STATISTICS

*   HEIGHT: 5'7" (170 cm)

*   HAIR: Raven black, kept in casual military cut. Frequently falls into his eyes when out of uniform.

*   EYES: Obsidian. Capable of shifting from a lazy, heavy lidded bedroom stare to a terrifyingly cold, dead stillness in a fraction of a second.

*   SCARS/IDENTIFYING MARKS: Severe burn wounds across his left lower back, side, and abdomen. Deep, unhealed psychological scars, mainly but not entirely from the Ishvalan Civil War. (PTSD, Depersonalization Disorder, Panic/Anxiety Disorder, Substance Abuse Disorder)

*   KEY EQUIPMENT: Custom made white ignition cloth gloves embroidered with the Flame Alchemy transmutation circle. A silver pocket watch (the sigil of the State Alchemists). A pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter tucked into his breast pocket.

── PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

To the casual observer, Colonel Mustang is a textbook hedonist: a slick, arrogant, womanizing bachelor who spends more time dodging paperwork and chasing skirts than doing actual military work.

It is an act.

Beneath the meticulously crafted facade of a vain, shallow social climber lies a brilliant, hypervigilant tactician with a staggering capacity for guilt. Haunted by his actions as a human weapon in the Ishvalan Civil War, Roy's entire existence is driven by the ruthless resolve to overthrow the corrupt military regime from the inside out. He carries the weight of a murderer trying to build a democracy, and he fully expects to pay for his sins with his own ruin once his goal is achieved. 

*   IN BATTLE: Lethal, precise, and utterly terrifying. He does not fight fair. He incinerates the oxygen in a room before his opponents can draw breath.

*   IN PRIVATE: Deeply loyal, fiercely protective of his subordinates, and prone to dark, brooding periods of sleeplessness, especially when it rains.

── ALCHEMICAL CAPABILITIES

Roy is the sole practitioner of **Flame Alchemy**, a highly destructive discipline that manipulates the concentration of oxygen in the surrounding air. 

*   Mechanism: By snapping his fingers while wearing his ignition gloves, he creates a spark. He then uses alchemy to create a dense pathway of oxygen between himself and his target, causing a localized explosion.

*   Control: He is capable of splitting his attacks using his right hand for massive, devastating blasts, and his left hand for pin point, surgical strikes (such as boiling the water in an opponent's eyes or cauterizing a wound).

*   Weakness: Water. When it rains, the high humidity disperses the oxygen currents, rendering his sparks useless. (Do not remind him of this).

[atomic-chronoscaph]

art by J. C. Leyendecker (1910s to 1930s)

[flamecombustion]

"If the Lieutenant honestly expects me to review all these requisition forms this soon after lunch, she's vastly underestimating the amount of structural damage a lukewarm cup of coffee does to my delicate constitution," he sighs dramatically.

[flamecombustion]

alright folks, doing a BIT of muse cleanup here and tweaking roy's personality.

not gonna make a huge post about EVERYTHING, but astrologically speaking, here's what i've got.

♈ Sun in Aries 4h

♏ Moon in Scorpio 11h

♑ Capricorn Rising

♈ Mercury in Aries 4h

♊ Venus in Gemini 6h

♌ Mars in Leo 8h

Chart ruled by Saturn in Pisces 3h

Element is Fire

Chinese Zodiac Wood Rooster (The Proud Strategist)

these are the BIG placements, and since they're the BIGGEST, they matter the most to paint the big picture about the parts of his personality and everything ELSE about him are going to change from here on out, assisting with some of the retconning i've done.

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the reason i often mention that my roy has partial xingese ancestry and is not white is not only because of his physical features, but also because arakawa herself said in volume 15 of fma that she based his character design on real life actor and singer mitsuhiro oikawa, who is asian

[rpcarticulation]

PSA: YOU'RE NOT BEING IGNORED.

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.

And that's okay. This isn't homework-- People should be allowed to pin down what they want to write and write it as they please. If you really want specific interactions, you can always send ic / anonymous asks to muses. You can make your own starter calls. Please don't put all of your eggs into one basket, as you will come to resent the people who don't immediately refill it. Don't be a goob, you have people who enjoy you AND your writing.

[spunsugarmusings]

Threaten my muse!

Be as descriptive or as vague as you can, and feel free to be creative.

[bookished]

( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)

"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"

"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."

"shhh. don’t tell anyone i said this but... you’re my favorite person."

"you’re so pretty. it’s actually unfair. i’m mad at you now."

"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."

"if you asked me right now, i’d run away with you."

"i told myself i wouldn’t cry and now look at me—i'm soggy."

"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."

"i don't want to go home. it’s not warm there like you are."

"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"

"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."

"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."

"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."

"you always knew me better than anyone. it’s scary sometimes."

"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. it’s pathetic, i know."

"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."

"you promised me you’d stay. why did you lie?"

"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."

"don’t laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."

"you’re everything to me. but it’s fine. you don’t have to feel the same."

"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."

"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."

"i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."

"i wish i was braver when it counted."

"it’s you. it’s always been you."

"do you think we missed our chance?"

"they don’t deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."

"stop looking at me like that. i’ll fall in love all over again."

"you said you didn’t want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."

"i’m scared. and it’s not the booze—it’s the idea of losing you."

"i tell everyone i’m over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."

"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."

"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please don’t."

"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."

"you taste like trouble and i’d still kiss you again."

"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."

"every version of me has wanted every version of you."

"you were my home. i didn’t realize until i lost the key."

"don’t leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."

"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."

"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"

"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"

"you’re my what-if. and it kills me."

"can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?"

"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."

"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did."

"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."

"you make the world feel a little less heavy."

"i saved every text. is that weird?"

"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."

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They shiver at that, they don't move. Feeling his breath against their ear does things inside of them, but they try their best not to lose themselves completely yet. "What does it do to you?" They asked curious to know the answer, wanting to hear what he thinks from his own mouth.

"Now, if I told you exactly how much power you have over me, you'd never let me win an argument again— and we both know I prefer to keep my secrets until I'm ready to use them."

He gently cups their cheek to brush a tender, lingering kiss against their brow.

With courtly affection that defeats his usual veil of arrogance, Roy wraps his arms securely around their waist, holding them close.

[flamecombustion]

🐉 : if your muse could be any mythical or supernatural being, which do you think they would be and why?

a phoenix.

i mean, there's the obvious fire thing. like a phoenix, he commands an element that can turn entire landscapes to ash in seconds.

but i also think he'd be a phoenix because of his connection to the concept of the cycle of death and rebirth as a character.

every day since ishval, roy has been trying to recreate himself into a man worthy of leading his country. he is defined by the agony of burning and the noble struggle of rising from his own wreckage.

[powerburial]

congratulations on your disgusting cock full of blood, now get the hell out of my office

[preciousghouls]

Ah, seems like it’s beginning to rain.

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"Definitely hard to forget someone who occupies my mind a lot." They admit their head leaning against his chest. "I did yes, do you like it?" They wanted to show off their thighs better in this outfit. Their heart racing.

His smirk melts into genuine warmth at their confession, his chest vibrating beneath their cheek as a low, gratified chuckle escapes him.

Does he like it?

There's no way they're not playing coy with him, is there?

Roy's thoughts dart back and forth mulling over their question, but he doesn't miss the deliberate shift of their weight, his eyes absorbing the sleek curve of their thighs against his trousers before his hands, as if mesmerized, slide down, palms smoothing firmly over the taut fabric of their leggings to grip the backs of them and squeeze.

"Of course I do. I am entirely at your mercy," he murmurs.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath their earlobe.

"You have no idea what it does to me to hear that I'm stuck in your head... or how badly I want to reward you for coming in here looking like sin."

[flamecombustion]

They may have crawled on his lap, they are wearing some leggings but there's nothing else except their top they were wearing. "There you are."

"There you are," Roy mirrors.

As he instinctively settles his hands on their hips, he presses them firmly against his thighs.

A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips— he takes in the sight of them, half naked and all for him, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against their skin.

He pulls them flush against his chest, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against their shoulder.

"I was beginning to think you forgot about me, but I see you've dressed for the occasion."

[flamecombustion]

Roy holds his coffee mug quietly between both hands, his dark eyes gazing down into its depths.

You don’t even realize how loud it usually gets in my head, but the moment you touch me, all that noise just... stops. It’s terrifying how much power you actually have over me. I've never felt as safe or as sane as I do when I'm made completely undone by you.

[goldensunset]

when the characters never really make peace with it

[millionsknives]

oh edward elric bleeding out and nearly dying impaled by a massive steel beam shaving pieces off his soul and years off his life because he chose not to kill the objectively worst guy he's ever met but he's just like. ah. if this is the price i have to pay for mercy i'm glad to pay it. 16 years old, unshakeable belief in the value of a life, shortest fuse in the world, mad as hell at all times, heart of gold for all of humanity. no one is doing it like him

[millionsknives]

it had to be kimblee too. it's a necessary part of any hardline pacifist's story to come up against the worst guy ever and still choose principle. anyone less evil would have been worth risking his life for. kimblee wasn't worth it at all. still ed doesn't mind. a lesser story would have made this the turning point where ed learns that he should kill but nope, that's not who he is, this doesn't change anything, the value of a person does not change. he's gonna live with his decision. he knows kimblee's never gonna change he knows his mercy is wasted he knows everyone thinks he's stupid but it's the principle of the thing. and it's the outflow of the action. mercy won't save kimblee but it saved his 4 men. it's a beacon for miles. it saved winry. it can save scar. as soon as 1 person isn't worth it, none of us are because one is all and all is one.