#autojunkie

[symphonicsoul]

@autojunkie 💙'd || [ x ] || Accepting

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It's odd to see a human in town. A small town not too far off from the Comodeen. He's come out to fetch a few supplies and be back before sunset, but the figure of a girl that looks so out of place in a sea of the denizens of this world - tall animal ears, tails, hooves, and horns alike - someone without them seems so... striking in an odd way.

He's sure for a moment she's lost. Everything must be so confusing. He remembers when he fell into this world and he's seen the dazed look in so many sets of eyes in all the people he's helped here after he did. Wonderland knows no mercy to its inhabitants. How long had this girl - been here?

There's something about her eyes that reminds him Kain. Could she be another Amestrian lost to Wonderland's flow? So he's doing the best he can to work himself over to the wall the girl is standing next to. Grey hood raised up over his head as he lightly taps her on the shoulder and gives her the best smile he can muster even if it's hidden behind the mask over his face.

"Excuse me, Miss." He starts in a soft whisper. "You look a bit lost. Could I perhaps be of some help? I would be happy to do so it you wish it."

[lxmitlxss]

this call - @autojunkie --➤ Loke

No explanation. Just a four foot tall little ginger child coming up to her in the shop in Rush Valley, placing an ornate little metal box down ( it's filled with sweet fruit candy ) on top if another box labeled 'tools' that he'd placed down just before, and gives her a cheerful little smile. He's not trying to interrupt her, but he thinks the gesture is nice anyway.

" A gift for you, miss. "

[dragonofthestone]

❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

"And what makes you say that?"

Okay so she wasn't entirely wrong but was it really that obvious?

[auricbound]

✘ What inspired you to braid your hair?

haha idiot has to tell the truth | accepting. (goldie 7/10.)

" ... mama. "

quiet ... no, solemn. he's solemn. his glow is almost ... muted.

" sh' used t' braid it fer me 'cuz she liked when it got long. s'times i forget how t' do it, though. been forgettin' more lately. 's why i jus' put it up now. i don' wanna cut m' hair 'gain until i can go ta her n' show'er that i remembered how t' braid it all pretty like she used ta do. "

[symphonicsoul]

🔆 | Seeing how dedicated you are with creating and fleshing out your characters and the worlds they live in, I am always drawn to checking out your posts!

Send me a “🔆” if you enjoy seeing me on your dash! || Accepting

I'm glad. Thank you for dropping by Aoi. I have been so enjoying writing with you and seeing you on the dash. I'm glad you dropped in and it's been a real treat to get to know your girl. I've been a little slow right now but I'm getting to things as I can. Thank you for being so patient with me. You're welcome to bother any of my muses any time you want. 💙💙

[ishvlnpckpockt]

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

I've always been a writer ever since I was a kid, so there wasn't really any 'jumping off point' as far as I can tell. I guess I can say what caused me to start writing was MLP and C:KND, as I do remember I was super obsessed with those shows around the time I started taking writing seriously.

[booksofadventures-archived]

For alphonse | ❝ Was that wrong? ❞

@autojunkie // ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme

"No. It wasn't wrong."

Okay so they had been in a fight yet again of course they both didn't want Winry to worry. But they had yet again failed in that when they came back home, Ed with his arm in pieces and Al a little busted up too. At least this time he could walk, just an arm and some of his chest plate out of order right then.

So no she wasn't wrong that they had gotten themselves into trouble again. She wasn't wrong about that, he did feel really bad about it and having to make Winry work double time to get Ed's arm back to functional.

"..Sorry to make you worry. That's the wrong part."

He was going to try and be better in communicating with Winry, even if his brother didn't the very least was that Al could be a little better at writing letters at the least.

[experimentalfma]

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜ - Fletcher or Wrath. Which ever you're feeling more!

Wrath had spent enough time living on his own on the island that he was used to surviving outside. It had become second nature to him, and he generally didn't put much thought into taking shelter under tree branches when it rained, but automail didn't hold up in the rain the way flesh did, especially without maintenance. After the Rockbells had fitted him with a new arm and leg, he'd wandered off on his own shortly after recovering from the surgery. He was back on his feet significantly faster than any human would be and didn't give anyone the opportunity to explain how to take care of it before disappearing into the forest without a word.

Unfortunately, that meant that he'd done nothing to maintain its integrity, and its constant exposure to the elements had taken its toll. Whereas when he'd received his new automail, it had been bright, flexible, and better balanced than the limbs he'd stolen had been, now both were dull, rusted, and scratched from life in the wilderness. Despite that, however, the high quality of the workmanship prevented either of them from falling apart completely, and they had held up admirably well beyond the slight problem that left him little choice but to slink back to the Rockbell house for help.

Winry must have noticed something was wrong when he suddenly reappeared limping if she was asking to help. Wrath paused for a moment before answering then nodded and gestured to the heavily rusted joint on automail on his left leg. "It won't move anymore. Can you fix it?" The joint on his right arm's equally rusted automail rasped together when he pointed toward his knee, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot as if to demonstrate that only his flesh knee could bend properly.