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don't deny it, you like this fancy named girl's company :/c

❝ i don’t have to admit to anything. ever. in my life. ❞

#pulchrasol #ARE YOU A COWARD? OR DO YOU SIMPLY KNOW NO BETTER? | ( main verse. )#THIS WILL BE A WASTE OF TIME. | ( answered asks. )#( he's so fucking stubborn jesus fucking christ )

mason’s list of problems

my fucking leg keeps on getting stolen

that short girl with the fancy name wont stop coming around

people keep on breaking into my shop

said short girl with the fancy name is convinced that we’re friends

does not have enough wrenches to throw at said fancy named girl

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why can’t mason get it together? asking for a friend

#just keep it in mind. | ( safekeep. )#( i can't say it ain't accurate tho )#( for real )#( his life is just an infomercial )

headcanon - mason’s leg.

upon deserting his kingdom, and having studied most of his life in automail and surgical engineering, mason used those skills to get by until he could buy his own shop. however, he never assumed that he would have to use those skills on himself.

travelling through mostly forests would prove to be dangerous-- and while his small frame allowed him to hide out from most predators, it was inevitable that he would be found. during a routine walk to gather materials for a medicine he was interested in learning about, he was attacked by a wolf-- but managed to kill it with a pocket knife he had on his person. unfortunately, the wolf had done it’s damage-- cutting open a rather large gash on mason’s leg, so deep you could see bone. he couldn’t walk on it, and he couldn’t stay where he was, the smell of the blood would bring even more predators, he was forced to amputate the leg in the field. passing out several times and losing more blood than most people would be able to walk away from, he was able to fashion a tourniquet from his pants and close the wound with a lighter. he crawled back to the village he’d been staying at, and was nursed back to health-- where he fashioned his very first prosthetic leg.

#memories of the past. | ( headcanon. )#( this might sound far fetched but idgaf )

❝ eh, kid-- watch where you’re stepping. broken glass. ❞

truth be told? the one in front of him-- he called himself allen, he thinks-- couldn’t be much younger than mason himself. but it was simply a reflex; anyone that even LOOKED like they were younger than him, even by a year, were subconsciously deemed as a ‘kid.’ it wasn’t.. always an insult, though. ❝ soon as i get my leg on, i’ll-- shit-- ❞ and just like that, the soldering iron he was using to attach his leg falls to the floor, rolling right to the tip of allen’s foot. god damn it, if that thing broke, it’d be the third one this month.. @merthyres | random ass starter.

#merthyres #can you truly still live with the choices youve made? | ( main verse. )#( look i just.... wanna be friends alright )

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❛ ooh — y’know, i knew i had bad timing, but.. this is far beyond bad. ❜ she’s only partly joking, speaking so frankly in regards to herself. even so, there’s hardly a hint of any sort of amusement in her expression. ( there’s no such humor in the scene of a struggle. ) she’s all too quick to step forward and provide her assistance, despite what she was previously instructed to do. ❛ i don’t need anything right now — i’ll help out instead. ❜

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she’s providing a shoulder to lean on-- and while the gesture itself could be seen as something with NO malicious intent whatsoever, he had no idea who she was, what she wanted, or why she cared. hell, for all he knew, she could of been the one that stole his shit.

❝ i don’t need your help. ❞ the words come out like it was physically hurting him to keep it in. he hobbles his way over towards a nearby stool, and crashes onto it-- the stool shifting to the side a bit as he adjusts to, what he assumed, would be his HOME for the next few hours. without his leg, he couldn’t walk.. but he could probably cobble together something basic with the tools he had on hand. ❝ i’m-- look. i appreciate what you’re trying to do, but.. unless you know how to solder a nerve center to a copper-nickle frame, while simultaneously keeping an eye on the temperature of the central heating system of this here shop because some asshole busted open the window and it’s snowing like hell outside, i don’t NEED you here. just.. go home, lady. ❞

#pulchrasol #can you truly still live with the choices youve made? | ( main verse. )#( as you can see mason is still a Cunt )

❝ god-- DAMN IT!! ❞

his frame crashes against the counter, sending some tools rolling off the edge. balance tended to be hard when you only had ONE leg.. and being angry at the fact that your shop had been robbed, for the third time this year wasn’t helping it. he knows that someone has walked in right in the middle of his episode, but at this point, his customer service wasn’t the priority.

❝ LOOK-- i.. we’re closed. just-- come back later. ❞ this was all he had. all he KNEW.. and in the blink of an eye, it was almost completely GONE. all he had left was the shop, and his-- god damn it, did they take his leg too?!

#pulchrasol #can you truly still live with the choices youve made? | ( main verse. )#( Poor Engineer Man loses Automail Leg )#( more at 11 )

knock knock . anyone there ?

so i’m very, very slowly remaking this blog. if i follow you, just know i’m a pretty much fandomless oc.