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FMA 03 Zolf J Kimbley RP blog Tracking #rancidromance

[classichorrorblog]

The Devil’s Rejects |2005| Rob Zombie

[anti-cosmic-satanism]

Me driving with my kids

[stupidlifehacks]

Life Hack #9

Don’t wanna clean your room? Blow up your house.

[areapermostcapricious]

"Hey quick question, man -- who's that blond kid I seen runnin' around here in the palace? Like, the one with the punchable face and the tail? I just wanna know 'fore I throw him out the window, so."

Punchable face.

Well, Zolf wasn’t wrong.

The silver-haired Genome tipped his book downward to peer at the other man, tone reflective of no real emotion when he spoke.

“Such a thing won’t be necessary. He is an—ah, acquaintance of sorts. So do leave him be.”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

“Huh. Okay, you got it -- gotta tell ya, though. He don’t seem like the type o’ guy you’d associate yourself with. He doesn’t give me that... How the fuck do I put this? ‘Scumbag’ vibe, or whatever. --Not to say that you’re a scumbag, or anything.”

[thecrimsonmonster-a]

❂!!

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

“So thoughtful of you, dear alternate.”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

“Hey, no problem! Where would you be if you didn’t have me to help you clean up your messes, sweet counterpart o’ mine? --Shit, missed a spot.” Zolf gives kimbley’s cheek a big ol’ lick.

[asexual-domme]

How to win a play-fight when your sub is physically stronger than you:

My go-to tactic: kiss them until they go weak and they forget you’re fighting.

Become overly affectionate, and once they think they’ve won, roll on top of them and pin them.

Have handcuffs and the like ready to grab and spring on them.

Limit your attacks to pain you know they like. Scratch and pinch and slap in the places they can’t help but enjoy. A good hard spank and some subs will buckle and drop instinctively.

Don’t fear a good old hair grab. Especially because it gives you access to vulnerable neck.

Detailing exactly what you will do to them when you win - and that’s not if, that’s when - will lower any sub’s morale considerably.

If they’re pushing an arm or leg down, pulling down yourself, faster, often pulls out of their grip.

Wriggle. Especially wriggle into them.

Use all your limbs. Lock your legs around them as well as your arms. Don’t be afraid to squeeze - you’ve got a safeword.

Are they ticklish? You know the score.

Bite. Everything.

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

@itstrevortime

“Oh shit, it’s my lucky day. And here I was, half-expecting -- and kinda hoping! -- to get my ass handed to me for sayin’ shit like that to a dude like you! I like you, man.”

[areapermostcapricious]

👗 EITHER CID OR ZOLF cos i'd die to see Kuja dress those greasy bastards up (i'm returning 2 them i swear)

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[[Let’s do both! :D]]

Cid:

Zolf:

[jxtarro-archive]

Could I please ask for Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 Kimbley (the one with the mullet) in f9? :D

I tri ed

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

imallrightnow:

“—Though I certainly wouldn’t argue the former,” Archer replies, smiling to himself. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep things sedate for a little while and just relax for the time being, now that I’m home.”

“—Now, I’m awfully peckish after that train ride—-we can order a pizza if you want, so long as you promise not to murder the deliveryman.”

“Oh, trust me -- I’ll be behavin’ myself now that I got somethin’ else to do with my hands.” He grins widely.

“Though, yeah -- pizza sounds good -- that and gettin’ shitfaced back at your place.”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

[ url meme for archer ~ ]

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

[[throws URL in dere hieee]]

[anationaltreasure-blog]

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours

[alekzmx]

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

alekzmx:

how to win an argument. by John Cena

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

imallrightnow:

Charmed by the kiss, Archer brings Zolf closer to nuzzling range.

“I told them you were drunk—trying to call your fiance. Not entirely untrue, at least. Next time, try to demonstrate a little more subtlety, hm? I know it’s ot your forte, but it couldn’t possibly hurt to broaden your horizons.”

“—But I suppose that so long as we’re both in good standing, I can hardly really complain.”

“Weeeell. If it’s any consolation, I didn’t find too much fun in it -- y’see, killin’ alone’s just one of those things I can’t do anymore. I get too wild, yannow? Gotta have somebody watchin’ me so I don’t go apeshit.” He pauses.

“-- okay, that’s a lie. I’d just, uh. Like your company while doin’ that again. Like old times, yeah?”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

imallrightnow:

It’s certainly nice to know he was missed, though Archer can’t resist pinching his nose in embarrassment when Kimbley mentions his almost-infamous phone call.

“Er, yes—-that one was…..certainly difficult to explain. You should be glad that I’m an excellent liar, at least.” Chuckling to himself, Archer affectionately strokes Kimbley’s jaw with his thumb.

“I missed you terribly, you bloody romantic. Stayed out of trouble while I was gone, I hope..?”

Zolf practically melts in Archer’s hands. Shutting his eyes, he lets out a soft, contented hum and brings Archer’s hand to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

“Oh man -- what did you even tell them? And as for me keepin’ my ass outta trouble, I’ve uh. Well, nobody important got hurt. Nobody you know, anyway.”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

imallrightnow:

Archer can’t help but smile as he lets Zolf damn near squeeze the life out of him.

“–Missed me, did you? I would’ve called, but I wanted to give you a surprise.” He says, parting from the hug and straightening his suit. “You’ve been well, I hope? —Did you get any of my letters?”

Zolf rubs at his eyes and sniffles, unable to respond for a few moments. Slowly, he begins to relax a little. It still doesn’t feel real to him.

“--Yeah. Yeah, I did. Memorized every single one of ‘em -- tried to call every day you was gone, too -- don’t think any of ‘em went through, after the one where I was talkin’ real dirty to you, they stopped puttin’ them calls through.”

[yepitsakimbleyblog]

imallrightnow

“...Boss? Holy shit, is it really you?” Zolf stares stupidly for a moment, mouth hanging open. He chokes back a sob and throws his arms around Archer, squeezing him tight.  “I missed you -- I missed you -- I missed you so much! Fuck!”