{ Shocking }

Indie original character for Fullmetal Alchemist.  As told by Roy.

[shandian-alchemist]

hiatus?

just logging on for a very quick post since i don’t wanna dwell on this too long but yes, hi, to my *checks list* 22 followers (that’s pretty neat actually), i’m sorry i dropped off the face of the earth so suddenly and left a few threads hanging. 

the truth is, i really wanted to participate in a roleplay community, in THIS rpc, but tumblr rp just causes me FAR more anxiety than it was worth. maybe one day i could try again, but for now, i can’t see myself returning unless something convinces me to. hypothetically i’d be up to private rp so hmu i suppose.

my time on here was brief, but thank you to the people who also made it fun.

you can find me @vivlet-evergarden.

[shandian-alchemist]

A snort and a roll of the eyes. He respected the man, but he was full of bullshit sometimes. He glances away, a few words muttered under his breath. "You're about as straight as a bagel..."

[shandian-alchemist]

// just a quick post to say I'm going on a trip for four days and without a PC so I won't be active (not that I am rn anyway lol). thanks for your patience and pls send Bri some questions in the meanwhile, it'd make my day <3

[shandian-alchemist]

initially was only gonna give my Discord to people who asked but tbh i feel a lot more comfy talking/RPing there + am way more active. feel free to hmu, maybe just say who you are

[shandian-alchemist]

// lmao ik i’d said i’d get to drafts like two days ago but i’ve been busy with other blogs + i immediately developed a cold after i said that so i’ve been quietly dying. it’ll happen eventually

[shandian-alchemist]

// bleh sorry i’ll get to drafts by tonight or tomorrow ;;

[mangataonegdaj]

hello ,

please give this a like or reblog ( preferably ) if you’re interested in writing with a state military chimera original character for the animanga fullmetal alchemist .

she’s a former child soldier who internalizes everything from her own emotions to her ptsd from countless sources of trauma within her childhood &. does not even recognize the true nature of the latter for what it is . 

she was made to be a weapon &. fought on the front lines of the ishvalan war of extermination from 1904-1908 &. now works as a special ops bodyguard for military officials.

… oh , right . and she was actually kidnapped from her home in creta &. sold for human experimentation to the amestris military .

written by, newt

p.s. obvious content warnings go without saying

[shandian-alchemist]

// found this cute picrew avatar maker and made a bunch of Bri’s  ;;;;;;;;;

[flirtsuke]

Role play blogs aren’t just about clique’s and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message.

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happy stimming

[transhuman-priestess]

This is one of my favorite comics of all time.

[laurakbuzz]

Autistic stimming needs this, more representation of stimming a positive, pure, happy thing.

[odderancy]

!!!

[strawberryamanita]

I needed to see this again aww

[valiant-noble-soul]

It’s true

[shandian-alchemist]

// #non-drinker struggles

[rihardgansey]

I might not be the coolest, smartest or prettiest but for sure I’m the sleepiest.

[ssatxr-archive]

FLUSTER👏MY👏MUSE👏👏

Do everything in your power, hug them, compliment them, flirt with them. Anything goes!

[shandian-alchemist]

🗲 Non-verbal Starters

       ↳ 📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse | @scentedbygunpowder​ (cont’d from x)

Why was he in this meeting? The team wasn’t going to hear the end of it. Yes, he rest of them would have to suffer through his recounting of whatever General Curmudgeon was droning on about, for as long as he had to sit through this meeting. Tea trade routes- bloody hell, he was Xingese, he didn’t need to hear about tea trade routes- 

With all his willpower, he suppressed a long suffering sigh and looked down at his notepad, tapping his pen against the page. Ah, his notes, which he had read over a thousand times by now. He was only here to advocate for more medical personnel down South, having witnessed firsthand how much they needed it. But he hadn’t been able to get a word in the entire time. Not that he much minded- speaking wasn’t his forte anyway- he just felt that this was a waste of time.

He then decided he would get some use out of this meeting, brandishing his pen and scribbling on a fresh page. To anyone else, it looked like he was writing a copy of Cormon’s commentary- although why he would want notes on his tea tangent, he couldn’t guess- but what he was actually doing was far from it. 

Satisfied with his work, he glanced around the room. Mustang was preoccupied, and the only other person he recognised was Hawkeye. He considered briefly if she would appreciate this, but even through her stoic exterior, he could see the cracks in the facade- the distance look in her eye, the subtle drooping of her eyelids. She was as bored as he was. So without a word, he slid the notebook over to her, quietly watching for her response.

[shandian-alchemist]

stonedeafdog‌:

🔪  It was better for him to stay on the floor. It was like putting a child in time out , laying down on any circumstance made him almost instantly fall asleep. Too tired to even think about doing anything else. For a moment he forgets he has a tail today , for a moment he forgets what he was even angry about. Was he really that bad he needed someone to watch him so he doesn’t fly off the handle? 

He feels someone grabbing his hand , why did they even have to pull him up , they should have just left him on the floor. First he wasn’t allowed to do anything by himself and now he can’t even lay on the ground. Why did he even still have this job? 

[ should have left me on the ground. should have ignored that dumbass’ orders. ] he’s of course referencing to Mustang , who shouldn’t have been putting random people on to watch someone like Emil , hell , giving him a baby sitter in the first place. 

He went quiet- what could he really say? He didn’t know what had gone down between Emil and Mustang, but he did know that he didn’t much want to get between them. 

“Hm. Maybe.” He mumbled, more to himself than anything. But he shook his head; no, he couldn’t. He shrugged, letting go of Emil and looking away. [ Can’t ignore boss. ]  Well, technically he could, but it wasn’t the best idea. [ Lay down inside. ] Inside was warm and less exposed, less likely to leave people thinking oh my god that man is dead. Hell, he had laid down in the middle of the office on particularly slow days just for some reprieve.

He paused, considered what to do now. He had a thought, but it was more than a little weird. But he did it anyway, maybe because he still felt bad.

He laid down on the floor beside Emil, cheek pressed against the cold gravel. It did feel pretty nice. He then turned onto his back, looked up and signed- [ What happened? ] 

[shandian-alchemist]

🗲 Non-verbal Starters 

        ↳ 🤙 Bump into my muse. | @alchemic-elric (cont’d from x) 

It was a pretty quiet day. Well, as quiet as Central Command could get, anyway. It was always buzzing with activity, but so far, there hadn’t been any incidents. It was probably only a matter of time, though. It was still rather early- but not too early for a break. He needed to stretch his legs before getting back into the slog of paperwork.

He was distantly aware of the sound of frantic footsteps coming up the hall, but he had never been one to pay the most attention to his surroundings. He idly strolled through Central, eyes drifting up to the ceiling, to the buzzing of the lights and the cracks in the paint. Hands shoved in his pockets, not a care in the world-

-until the full force of a small yet sturdy body slammed into him, and down he went, going head first onto the ground. He doesn’t have time for anything more than a choked gasp before his forehead smacks against the cold, hard tile. Hello, ground. He’s more than a little dazed- laid there for longer than was dignified. But after much groaning, he sat up, rubbing his now red forehead. Ow. It seemed whoever had barrelled into him shared the sentiment of pain. But he had little sympathy for the other party, the harbinger of hurt on this otherwise uneventful Tuesday morning, and he whipped his head around.

“What the fuck-” His eyes caught up to his mouth, which he promptly shut when he registered who was sitting on the floor with him. Mustang’s mutterings about a certain pipsqueak getting on his nerves suddenly made sense. He sighed, any vitriol he might have had being exhaled out.

“Hey Fullmetal.” He paused as he surveyed the scattered pages, then looked under his own hand- he was leaning on one of them. Unfortunately, it was now a bit scrunched up too, but he smoothed it out as best he could. He got on his knees with a grumble and started collecting the rest of the paper, tapping it into a neat pile before holding it out.  

“Today’s report day, huh?” Geez, the kid looked frazzled. Couldn’t blame him- he remembered a time when he had been like that, after all.

[shandian-alchemist]

the-northern-wall‌:

   “ I see. You have actual experience on the battlefield then, I assume? Most soldiers fight at the border if they get transferred to Fotset. ” A bloody place, really. Before she had been sent to Fort Briggs so many years ago her superiors had discussed on letting her fight near the border - especially when Aerugo pressed the Amestrian forces back but due to her disobedient behavior and tendency to make up variants of rules they had changed their minds and decided it was better to keep her at a place where these traits could be useful. They had not regretted their decision thus far. 

   Was he embarrassed by her compliment, Olivier wondered silently to herself when she noticed those rosy cheeks but did not let him see that she spotted the change of color in his complexion. Either Mustang was sparse with these kind of things or Major Bristol was just like that. Anyways. “ I might have a little task for you, Major Bristol. ” While her expression did not change much there was a mischievous shimmer in her eyes, her gaze wandered to the little bank of sand on the East forces’ side. “ Would it be possible to disable the communication devices with your alchemy? ” Not that she wanted to destroy them completely, only disabling them for the time being to get a little advantage - simply to see if it worked. 

   Of course she valued the offensive uses of alchemy; they were most valuable on the battlefield itself but often enough little and subtle changes influenced the outcome greatly. Like taking those devices from them.

“Yessir.” He fidgeted, brushing his bangs behind his ear as he lowered his salute. He pressed his lips into a firm line; Fotset was a touchy subject, one he tried not to poke on the best of days. But the conversation summoned a memory to the forefront of his mind- one that lacked the usual thrill of stories from the border, more of a passing comment, really. Something about one Olivier Mira Armstrong who was supposed to transfer in to lead the charge. He’d had little time to give it much thought at the time, not in the thick of battle. But when he heard about the General who rose through the ranks at Briggs, he wondered again, about what might have happened had she made it to Fotset. Would the South be in shambles as much as it was right now, with Olivier to keep them in line? They wouldn’t know, now. And what a shame.

He stiffened at her proposition, back straight and shoulders squared. “Sir?” He felt his nerves rising once more. That glimmer of mischief reminded him much of his team, and even himself on more than one occasion, but he did not feel at ease seeing it on the General. His eyes tracked hers, and he glanced to the Eastern’s make-shift training territory. “Yes...” Of course, of course he could. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. But he hesitated- that was his side. Yet as he stared up at Olivier, he wasn’t sure if it was his place to refuse.

“But ah, I don’t know if they’d appreciate that very much.” He scratched his cheek, still looking away; he’d rather not make eye contact with the General right now. Speaking of, he probably wouldn’t be able to look his team in the eye if they found out about his hypothetical betrayal. Although part of him wanted to see what they’d do- especially Fuery. Communications were his whole thing.