#nishmar

[armorian-archive-blog]

@nishmar || s.c.

❝  .....sometimes.......sometimes i think it’d be easier if....if i wasn’t bound to this armor.  ❞

[mekaaniker-blog]

🔧 @nishmar / liked. 

                  ‘ don’t destroy it this time, okay? ‘ 

[carban]

          ❛     FOR THE LAST TIME, KID :  IT’S GREED. ling’s not here anymore, so stop askin’ for him.     ❜

sc  :  @nishmar

[thiirdboy]

‘we’ll figure it out.’

►► PROMPT.

▐░▒▓ ►► 「  ɴᴏ. 03 ; 」

        HE’S SURE THEY WILL. Even as hot-tempered as he’s found the Fullmetal Alchemist can be, it’s no wonder he’s become so widely known. Where Shinji might back down, were he not in the Amestrian military, Edward pushes on to get the answers he needs. He keeps walking. Shinji can’t imagine having that kind of iron will at that age — but then again, he can’t imagine having the experiences that he’s heard Edward does, either.

          Even so, as he stands beside him at the table strewn with books and research documents, Shinji can’t help but feel he should extend a hand. It’s such an unearthly hour of the morning, and no one should have to do this by themselves, or with the help of only one other person.

          ❝ Still, if I can help you in any way, please let me know. I really do admire you for keeping going. ❞

[scorchedcode-a]

Edward or Alphonse? huh??? huh?????

              ☆ : • ° ✧  fma asks.   //  accepting

i  love  them  both  so  much--  but  i  love  edward  a  tiny  bit  more.  he’s  just,,,,  so  short  &&  cute.  honestly  also  because  of  all  the  heartache  &&  shit  he  went  through.  yes,  al  lost  his  body--  but  edward  had  to  watch  al  go  through  all  of  that,  &&  wasn’t  able  to  do  a  single  thing.  &&  idk,  i  guess  he  had  more  room  for  character  development. 

                                  ☆  @nishmar

[romaseer]

@nishmar / sc.

It had been a few days since he had been dragged into their small slum. Probably half DEAD and coated in blood; his own, she assumed. A wound sealed shut but clearly not enough to last. Some were apprehensive——— having someone like him in their slums, what if it drew MORE in? Those there had barely survived the Ishvalan massacre and didn’t seek to have someone come to FINISH THE JOB. And yet, Noah wasn’t prepared to turn the boy and his accomplices away.

How could she base someone on their heritage when the same had been done to them, after all?

Herbs weren’t exactly PLENTIFUL there but they could get by. A few runs to a market could do wonders to find things that didn’t grow in their region. Hours spent at his side, tending to the wound and using what she could that might heal whatever damage was inside. Finally came consciousness.   ❝   I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it at first,   ❞  came the soft voice,  ❝   I think it was mostly loss of blood. Your wound, it was closed up with ALCHEMY and I wasn’t sure how well everything on the inside healed.   ❞