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@vampiricchimera
Still have literally EVERYTHING left to do, but since it doesn’t look like support is gonna unflag Adam anytime soon, I decided to go ahead and make a new blog for him and add Rebecca, his sister, on there too.
Their new blog is @genus-militum.
Rules, most of the theme, and everything related to Adam is done, currently working on Rebecca.
The blog is basically ready now. Might do some slight tweaking in the future, but it’s done for the most part.
Until I make a proper promo, this will have to do.
If you’re interested in interacting with a FullMetal Alchemist OC multimuse for two soldier siblings (one a successful colonel, and the other a chimera), would you please give this a like and/or reblog.
Written by Alex and follows back from @alexrphub
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A friendly reminder that Tumblr is making things difficult for me, so I had to relocate Adam
~~A thought I had the other night, or super early yesterday depending on your definition of night, was of the Devil’s Nest gang in Halloween costumes. Here’s the twist, the costumes were chosen and made by Greed.
Now, I really wish I had the skill to draw this, but I’m a bit out of practice (and faces are hard, damnit) But this would be represented in 2 pictures.
Picture 1. Everyone’s costumes look great. Roa is a minotaur, Martel is medusa, Bido is Godzilla, Dol is a soldier (get it? dog of the military), and Greed is a king.
Picture 2. The unfortunate reality. The cardboard used to make the horns for Roa’s costume aren’t cut properly, so some parts are too big, some are too small. The snakes used for Martel’s costume are those plastic link snakes so they just dangle down and looks like plastic dreadlocks. Bido’s costume is nothing but cardboard, a rectangle mouth with poorly glued teeth and the dorsal fins are just a single row of torn cardboard. Dol’s is just denim jeans, a too small blue jacket, and tons of yellow string (glued on, not sewn). Meanwhile Greed’s is somewhat decently concealed toilet plunger as a scepter, a red blanket as the cape, and a cheap paper queen crown. Greed is proud of his work. Bido is happy that Greed is happy. And everyone else is anything but happy.~~
~~I get home from a long day at work, and suddenly everyone’s talking about mothman. And as a West Virginian, I ain’t complainin’. I’m just curious what brought this up~~
What do you seek?
Peace
The harsh lines of the room fade, the shadows soften, and you find yourself lying on a bed of soft grass in the warm sun. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of trees and you think you can hear a gentle stream in the distance. You sense faint vibration in the ground and sit up to see a small, quiet being approaching you. The being offers you a colorful stone the size of your palm. You take it and find that it is perfectly smooth, pleasantly cool to the touch, and has a slight indentation in the middle. You rub your thumb gently in the indentation and a feeling of calm washes over you. The being speaks to you in a soft, pleasant voice. “You are free from your burdens and worries and negative emotions. You have no responsibilities to fulfill, nothing to fear, nothing to cause you distress. All is soft and light and warm and comfortable. Nothing and no one will disturb you. You must only take care of yourself, make sure you have everything you need to be at peace. Soon, perhaps sooner than you think, all will be calm.”
tagged by stolen from: @dolcetters
tagging: @the-owlchemist @mangataonegdaj and anyone who’s always down for a 1pm nap
Family
Adam was the third born child, and first son, of the Harrison's, a large family with an equally large military history.
As per family heritage, it was expected for Adam, being the first son, to be in the military. He was signed up for military academy as soon as he was old enough. Having his life laid before him, Adam felt as though he had no choice in his life decisions. His elder sisters, both joining the military, did little to persuade Adam to follow his own path.
After his escape from the Fifth Laboratory, he was lost and confused. His future was no longer clear. No longer planned.
This is why he has loyalty to the Devil's Nest. It was his first major life decision that felt like it was his.
when the end of the world comes, what is your last thought ?
Is this my fault?
born into a life of guilt, made to think you were always an issue, never allowed to think for yourself as who could be so selfish as to have their own thoughts. you hope that it will be quick, you hope that you didn't bring this upon the world by daring to be your own person. you had just begun to open your wings when the world crashed down on you, life came to take you. did you deserve to live in pain? or did you simply allow yourself to be convinced it was the only option? if you chose to keep going, could you change the future that you once believed was set in stone, a road of pain changed into a road of opportunities.
tagged by: I stole it :3 tagging: @ everyone
I am someone who did not die when I should have died.
Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
(via guiltlxss)
"Don't you remember?"
Send "Don't you remember?" for my muse's reaction to waking up in hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life Accepting @the-owlchemist
What’s going on? Why was he here? Why was his head wrapped with bandages? These questions only seemed to frustrate him.
And his name. What was his name?
And this stranger before him. Why did the stranger look like an owl? Was it normal. Did he also look like an animal?
“No. What the hell is going on?” He replied, clutching his fists. A million questions and no answers just made the frustration worse.
ASK THE MUSE!
( reply as muse talking )
► NAME ➭ “Adam Marcus Harrison.” ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “Depends on who’s askin’.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “I wouldn’t really say I am.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ “It’s a selective anger. But I guess I am a little.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “Last time I saw ‘em. They were. But a lot can change in 7 years.”
⚡️ NINE FACTS! ► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ “West City, Amestris.” ► HAIR COLOR ➭ “Blonde.” ► EYE COLOR ➭ “Blue.” ► BIRTHDAY ➭ “June 26th” ► MOOD ➭ “Tired.” ► GENDER ➭ “I’ve been male since the day I was born.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ ”Winter. Easier to get warm in the winter than it is to get cold in the summer.” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “Late afternoon. Ain’t exactly a fan of the sun these days.”
⚡️ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE! ► ARE YOU IN LOVE?➭ “Nope.” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ ”Also nope.” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “The war.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ ”Probably.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “I wouldn’t say afraid ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK?➭ ”Not a fan of hugs.” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “Beats me.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ ”In a way.”
⚡️SIX CHOICES! ► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “Lust.” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ ”The hell is iced tea?” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “As few people as possible.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ ”I’ve had some fun nights out in the past” ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ “Night all the way.”
⚡️ FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS! ► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ ”Several times, yes.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “I wouldn’t say fall. More like pushed.” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “Not emotionally.”
⚡️FIVE PREFERENCES! ► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “Eyes.” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “I ain’t exactly winin’ any height competitions, so taller.” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “Attraction.” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ ”Hook-up.”
⚡️ FAMILY! ► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ "Used to. Probably won’t now.” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “Abso-fucking-lutely ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ ”No. Knew better.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “After the Raid. Yeah.”
⚡️ FRIENDS! ► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ ”Nope. If I hated you, I let ya know.” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “Not really.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ ”That was Ricardo. But shout out to the war for putting an end to that.” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “Me, and me alone.”
tagging: I’m probably so late to this, that everyone else has probably already done it.
Friday Feelings at El Arroyo
[dol]:
▐│∶x∶; — ❛ … th’ fuck do ya mean “last time”??? ❜
The sounds. He can still here the sounds. The maniacal laughter. The desperate honks. The unidentifiable squishy sounds.
“Ya don’t want to know.”
dolcetters replied to your post ““Dol’s playing with a Goose and Lara’s demanding to eat it. Why does...”
"I ain't playin' with it, and the brat already picked it up and left."
“Call it what you want. But at least Lara didn’t get the goose. I’m still finding feathers from last time.”
“Dol’s playing with a Goose and Lara’s demanding to eat it. Why does that not seem strange to me?”
[dolcetto]:
@alexrphub ( @vampiricchimera ) said: ☽ = wandering alone at night
send one for your muse’s reaction to my muse: ☽ = wandering alone at night
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▐│∶x∶; — seeing adam out and about this time of night is hardly surprising. be it due to the animals they “co-existed” with or personal habits, no one in the nest really has normal ( let alone healthy ) sleep schedules. some of them preferred the witching hours as their time for activity. dol understood why… it was quieter. less people up and about, though dublith had its share of nocturnals, too, and definitely less vehicle traffic. –more places to hide, shadows to vanish into.
dolcetto personally preferred mornings, but every now and again he’d find himself sulking around in the late hours… either a pathetic attempt to escape a looming nightmare or too restless to lie down. this was one of those nights, and he sat on a crate just outside the bar’s walls.
the end of his pipe emitted a dull glow as he inhaled, reflecting white against his eyes, and he exhaled the smoke through his nose.
this shit usually helped him focus on one thing rather than struggle through a sensory overload. wasn’t really doing its damned job right now, was it?
dol stays still as adam approaches. the guy’s probably returning from a patrol or a perimeter check, and dol simply lifts his chin in greeting.
❛ hey. ❜
it’s more a grunt than a word, but he doubts either of them care at this hour.
In Adam’s mind, being the night guard was one of the worst duties at the Devil’s Nest. Second only to janitorial duties. While most of Dublith was asleep at night, and not much happened, the inside of the Devil’s Nest always seemed to thrive. Drunks, degenerates, misfits, and all other kinds of ‘low lives’ seemed to make the bar entertaining. Making it a fine substitution for chimeras like Adam who were usually asleep by noon. But patrolling the outside was the complete opposite. There was no drunken antics to find entertaining, just the rare drunk passed out next to his own vomit.
Coming back to the entrance, hands stuffed into his pant pockets, Adam saw the brief glow from a pipe, and upon getting closer, was able to make out the chimera behind the pipe. Dolcetto.
“Hey.” Adam replies with a similar chin lift greeting. Leaning against the wall of the entrance, Adam pulled his hands out of his pockets and folded them across his chest.
“So, enjoying the night crowd?” He asked, turning his head slightly towards Dol. He wasn’t sure if his fellow chimera was in the mood for small talk, but Adam wasn’t about to stay quiet and be left alone with his thoughts.
[Noctus]:
☆ ★ ☆ — Feathers mottled with the stain of blood fell heavily in a trail of despair. It was nothing short of sheer force of will that kept Noctus upright, trudging on. There was a stumbling scuffle to his steps as he forced one foot before the other. The alchemist’s mind reeled, rattled into a shocked state of numbness. He didn’t know what had happened.. or how it had even happened. Noctus, for once, couldn’t spare the space in his thoughts to so much as process what was happening, let alone consider the details.
The alchemist only knew one thing in all the noise; keep moving, survive.
There weren’t many places he could hope to hide though. Not with his overt chimera traits making blending into a crowd nigh impossible. Only one place he could really think to go. By the time he’d reached the door of the old abandoned house the last of Noctus’ strength was starting to fail. It’d been gnawed away at by the black abyss and pain that threatened to swallow him whole next, the moment he faltered in holding it’s gaping maw from shutting closed around him.
His figure fell heavily into the door causing it to shudder in its frame. The doorknob jostled and rattled in his slicked grip. Not that Noctus could even remember at this point if the slickness of his hand was his own blood or that of the other chimeras during the raid. Oh god. There’d been so much blood.
Eventually managing to get the door open Noctus promptly collapsed through it. He hit the crowd like a limp sack, impacting the floor with a thud. ❝ … Made…it..❞ He spluttered, throat raw from all his earlier shouting.
Gazing down the unsteady sights, Adam was more than ready to go down with a fight, his years of training preparing him for whatever lie on the other side of the door.
As the doorknob wiggled, he tried his best to slow his breathing, to line up one good shot. But thankfully his reaction speed was faster than his trigger finger, for as the door opened a feathery figure fell to the ground. It was one of the chimeras unlucky enough to appear more animal than human. If memory served him, the poor guy’s name was Noctus.
“Dammit, kid.” Adam grunted, pushing himself away from the wall to check on the fallen chimera.
“That better someone else’s blood you’re wearin’. Someone who ain’t a freak like us.” He said at the sight of all the red on his feathers.
Slight pain shot through Adam’s arm as he switched his gun into his left hand so he could drag his fellow freak with his right. Grasping the back of Noctus’s collar, Adam began dragging him back to the wall, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. Making it just as obvious where they were.
