#fireandgloves

[ahometomanyminds]

+2 for Crow

He said softly. "I am a god."

[theoutcastedaussiegirl-blog]

The flame will burn on... [fireandgloves]

As she woke up in a motel in Central she smiled and stretched her arms out and opened her eyes. It was the day of the state alchemist exams and she was pumped. She got up out of bed and then clapped her hands then placed them on a small blue piece of fabric, this transmuted it into a long blue trench coat ( like Ed's but blue, hehehe). She put the keys of the room in her pocket and locked the door. She walked out onto the street and instead of taking a car she walked to the exams. When she got there she looked up at the tall building. " woah, this place is huge". She stepped in through the front gates and waited with the rest of the people. She noticed a lot of them were men and rolled her eyes. " what happen to all the women, gosh" she whispered to herself. She noticed in each of the ax armies souls, some people are joining the military for their own benefits, trying to kill the fuehrer, and some out of pure heart.

[hellsmorningstar]

FIREANDGLOVES SAID: //WHEN ONE OF MY CATS GOT TO OLD AGE HE BECAME CUDDLY

[[my cat's a little over one lol XD he's a big, cuddly boy]]

[daiyoshinigami-archive-blog]

Amestrian Reaper || fireandgloves

His first few weeks in Amestris were not particularly pleasant. Ichigo’s body was used to going through large amounts of pain, with all the battles he’d been in, he kind of had to get used to it.

However, he’d never had to experience what he did while in his human body, and he learned very fast the difference in durability.

The shinigami had awoken in this country missing his right eye and right arm, a shock of pain that caught him completely off guard, and forcing him to realize that whatever happened in that void, well it wasn’t exactly a dream as he’d thought. He’d grabbed his sword with his remaining hand, the white cloth stained with his still dripping blood as the stub of his arm tried to clot itself, to stop the bleeding. He was incredibly relieved when someone had allowed him inside, bandaged his eye and arm, and fed him for the first week.

He’d snuck out after that.

At the moment, he was walking around, wearing the clothing provided for him, his body length sword still strapped to his back, as the Shihakusho he normally wore had been torn pretty much to shreds. The bandages held firm for the most part, though there was the occasional bloodspot on the one wrapped around his torso.

With one eye missing, Ichigo found himself consistently bumping into things. His dizziness didn’t help that matter, and he ended up ramming into a slightly shorter raven haired man dressed in the blue uniform he found himself seeing fairly often to this city.

The orangette stumbled back slightly and looked down at him, giving a sheepish smile and closing his remaining eye, “Sorry…” He muttered, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.