#Fuhrer King Bradley

[somesonofabitch]

You can tell how much effort went into animating her facial expressions how important this scene is.

The way her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she listens to him.

In fact, i would disagree that Bradley is a foil to Muatang rather than Riza. Here, Bradley had ordered her as his personal assistant. Ordered. Against her will. It's a mockery of the fact that ahe had chosen to serve this exact position to a man whom she chose to follow.

Bradley never even wanted to be Furher. He was just handed it. Where as Mustang wants it so badly and has been working so hard for that exact position.

Bradley has not qualms about the people he hurts. He doesn't give a damn about his country, whereas Mustang cares so much that it's his drive to push through the hurt.

I truley think him saying the he got to chose his wife, is him rubbing it in Rizas face. She and Roy will never be able to be with each other. Things will never be handed to them. They will never be able to live without the guilt of things they've done, but Bradley can.

Bradley is the antithesis of Mustang and by putting Riza in identical positions as she serves under either man is just beautiful.

Even though this is one of the shortest scenes, I think, of the entire show, it’s one of my favorites.

On the surface, you think it’s just about Bradley: that his life is truly sad because he’s had absolutely no control over it from the second he was selected to be a potential Fuhrer candidate.

But if you read more deeply into the dialogue, Bradley mainly serves as a foil to Hawkeye’s character in this scene.

Riza joined the military academy of her own volition. She has her own goals to accomplish, her own motives, and her own reasons to keep moving forwards. The position she now holds is entirely based on her own decisions and actions, and on merit. Bradley, I’m sure, is somewhat envious of that. Because he’s really only a puppet. Father’s the one pulling all the strings. He hasn’t earned his rank or status or even his power, and he knows it. Hawkeye, in this regard, leads a life far superior to his.

But look at the way she reacts when he tells her that he was able to marry the woman of his own choosing. She freezes – stops what she’s doing entirely. Because no matter how pathetic or sad Bradley’s life is, he still has something that Riza doesn’t: the right to be with the person he loves.

That’s what this scene is really about. Bradley is telling her, “Pity me all you want, but I have the one thing you don’t –  the one thing you want but can’t have”.

She and Roy don’t have the right to share “I love you"s at the end of the day. And he’s having fun reminding her that she can’t have him. He likes to drive the stake in her chest even deeper than it already is. (I mean, look at the way the bastard smiles in that last gif).

And honestly, he probably fucks with her feelings like this constantly once he appoints her to be his aide.

[aauugghhhh]

Like father like son.

[gearbroth]

doodle screenshot redraw I finished (mostly) for FMA day

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[alethianightsong]

The quiet lore and worldbuilding of Fullmetal Alchemist

I read the entire manga & it's never infodumped why prosthetics are so commonplace. We learn that Amestris is a martial country always at war. We know that war creates cripples. We know that war creates innovation. If Fullmetal Alchemist was a western work of fiction, a character woulda flat out stated, "Amestris heavily invested in prosthetics cuz it was more cost-effective than training new soldiers to replace all the ones who lost limbs fighting." The writer simply lets us draw that conclusion from all the details she set before us. In our world, soldiers who lose limbs get a cheap replacement and discharged. In Amestris, they give you a new limb almost as good as the old one, a little physical therapy, then send you back into the fray to fight some more.

[emmikay]

Bradley: I’m not a blackmailer.

Bradley: If you tell anyone I am, I will murder your mechanic.

[carnirat]

Rewatching brotherhood and at ep 26 I was thinking, Bradley and Ling end up paralleling each other a lot.

They both become homunculi in almost the exact same way: the stone being added into their bloodstream. They are both the twelfth in line: Ling being the twelfth prince of Xing, determined to become Emperor and Bradley being the twelfth candidate, determined to become Führer. Yet Ling was more successful, truly more capable for such leadership as almost all the souls in Bradley's philosopher's stone were burnt out, leaving him incapable of regenerating like the others, but Greed still ends up with the ability to regenerate in Ling's body.

[shocotate]

SINoALICE X FMA Collab Artwork

SINoALICE X Fullmetal Alchemist Collaboration 2 – 16 December 2022 SINoALICE ーシノアリスー X 鋼の錬金術師 FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2022年12月2日(金)17:00 ～ 2022年12月16日(金)14:59

[anomaly-hivemind]

Our Choice || No. 8 King Bradley/wife reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: Breeding,breeding kink,rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation,impregnation, missionary position, mating press, kinktober 2023, pre-existing relationships

Word Count: 1200

Note: Takes place about twelve years before the start of the story.

You were sitting in your office when Fuhrer King Bradley stepped into the closed door, without knocking. Eyes drifting upward to look at the mustached man with a half smile. He had a determined look on his face as he stared back at you.

“Hello Fuhrer Bradley, sir,” You stood and gave the man a bow.

“Must you be so formal?” Bradley sighed and crossed his arms.

“You are the Fuhrer, and I, just a measly civil servant~” You said, pressing your arm to your hand in a dramatic fashion.

“Yet,you are my wife” He said while leaning on the doorframe.

“Hah, you’re no fun. So what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Direct order from Father, it’s time for you to perform your wifely duties,” Bradley said as he put his hat back on.

“Oh… well I’ll see you tonight,”

You had been anticipating this night since you and King Bradley had gotten married. You had found out he was a homunculus when you saw under his eye patch. Maybe it should have turned you away but it did the opposite.

“You should get ready to head home, get ready.” Bradley saw before turning to leave.

Gathering up the last bits of your paperwork you placed them into your drawer. Grabbing your keys to lock your office you head home as you were told.

Did you have a thing for the dramatics… maybe but tonight was going to be romantic. The Fuhrer would like all the sweet candles, the dim lighting and the pastel colored lingerie set you had put on right after a nice rose bath.(well the last part was for you but still.) Now you were just sitting on the freshly washed egyption cotton bed sheets.

Your eyes gain weight, Body feeling heavy while laying against the plush pillows; Sleep quickly starts to overcome you. An unknown amount of time passess when the sound of the door jingles. Stirring you a bit, shifting your head to the faint sound. Fuhrer Bradley stepped into their shared bedroom.

Bradley walked over to you, eyes trailing up and down your partially exposed body. He moved his hands across your stomach slowly. You hum while still stirring from your nap as Bradley’s hands roamed across your torso.

“Look alive dear, this is the start of a long night,” Bradley said. As he bent, his breath tickled your ear and his voice low and sensual sent shivers down your spine.

“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You push the resilient pull of slumber away the best you could. Eyes trained on the sight of Bradley unbuttoning his shirt, his shoes long gone.

He carefully placed the shirt into the laundry basket,then he sat next to you. Scooting over beside you, he drapes his arm on top of yours and pulls you closer. Heartbeat pumping faster with anticipation.

You could already see his growing erection through his work pants. you were fully awake now and starting to get turned on by the second. Leaning into him, you give him a smile.

“Do you like my outfit?” You place a finger mall kiss on his cheek. His warm hand rubbing up and down on your side.

“It's cute, but I would have preferred you wearing nothing at all.” The Fuhrer mumbled against your skin as he kissed your neck lightly. He then snaked his hand to the clip to her bra to undo it.

His eyes were set on your supple breasts, kneading one in his hands. Your mouth opens a bit but little sound escapes it, aside from a small squeak.

Bradley rolls your tender nipples in between his rough fingers, to which they quickly grow erect. He moved his head to place a kiss on your breast, before running his tongue on it. His soft kisses turned to open mouth frenching and licking then that turned into sucking and even biting. You let out a moan as your hand ran through his head.

He moved to take off your lingerie bottoms, you shiver and watch him. Bradley let out a sharp breath, running his thumb on your folds.

“You’re such a filthy woman, already soaking wet,” Bradley said, slipping two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“F-uck~” You cried out, your hips bucking into Bradley’s large hands. He curled his fingers within her as he thrust his digits in a slow pace. He was kissing her here and there as rubbed her clit.

He slips out his boxers in quick motions as he starts to stroke his erections with his other hand, matching the slow pace as his fingers plumbing in your wet walls.

“Can I?” you looked down at the size of him, wanting to suck him off.

“Maybe another time dear, I need to save all my seed for this beautiful cunt your yours.” He lifts your chin so you are looking up at him. Bradley gives you a quick peck, before moving you down on the bed where you were laying down and gets in between her legs.

Lining himself up with your fat cooch, Bradley’s hips snap against yours as he starts with a brutal pace.

“Ah- ah- A- oh fucK~” You cried out, the sound of for flesh snapping against eachother filling the bedroom with lewdities.

He starts to thrust into you with a slow and even pace. Rocking his hips as he held your thighs in his hands. He lets out a faint groan from his movements. Your eyes shut as you let out shaky moans.

“I want you to look at me dear.” he places a kiss on your cheek as he pulls your chin down to look at him. You do your best to keep your eyes on him as he thrust into you with his rhythmic pace that was starting to get faster.

He let out groans as he rocked his hips deeply inside your cunt. He pulled your thighs further apart as he started to pound at your g-spot. He leaned closer, making your legs get closer to your own chest. Bradley’s movements made your walls tense and flutter as you started to fall off the edge of a climax.

“Ah~” you let out another moan as you clench around King Bradley’s cock; your walls sucking him and pulling him deeper, the veins of his dick were rubbing you in all the right places. Your legs become shaky as you reach a climax.

The Fuhrer didn't let up, in fact he started to hit into you harder. Forcing your legs closer to your ears and basically hovering above you. Your…everything was basically shaking, whole body quivering as your husband abused your wet glistening soaking and dripping pussy.

“Can't wait for this beautiful body of your to be caring for our kin.” His breathy voice muttered into your neck. You cum with another shaky cry.

“Too much- ha it's too much-“ you wrapped your weakening legs on his hips.

“You'll be fine my dear, just hold out a bit longer my dear.” His movements got a bit more sloppy as he got closer to finishing.

Hot tears rolled down your face,the pleasure was overwhelming. After a few more deep thrust the Fuhrer’s releases his hot sticky man goo into your cunt.

He pulled out and the cum leaked onto the bed sheets, yet Bradley pushed some of the dripping cum back into your stuffed hole so as to not waste his precious seed.

You let out a whimper as Bradley’s thick fingers slip into you.

“You can’t quit just yet dear , we have to make sure you’re pregnant and I still have a whole lot left in me.”

You were diligently sweeping the floor when you heard the front door unlocked.

“Welcome home,” you turn to face him at the door, giving him a smile as he gets closer.

“You’re supposed to be on bedrest,” King Bradley said with a sigh.

“I Know but I just couldn't help myself, I get bored being in bed all day. ” You give him a sheepish look, You rub your stomach tenderly. “If I let my body get weak then our baby will be weak as well, and we can’t have that can we.”

“No I suppose not” he nods and helps sit you down in the chair carefully.

“So I was thinking of names and if it’s a boy, about the name Selim?”

Thank you so much for reading and thanks to @cafekitsune for the banners.

[snugboatthe2st]

So my girlfriend finished FMAB and I think she liked it

[optizcool]

does anybody else see the resemblance or am i actually losing my mind.

[derseprinceoftbd]

Attempting to sketch out an O.C. more interesting version of Sloth; want to know a question.

[roguephoenix1]

Ok I need some fanfic recommendations for these please!!

Fullmetal Alchemist

-Wrath/Fuhrer King Bradley x Female OC romance fanfic that’s rated M because that man is just way too hot and there’s barely any fanfics out there 😭

-Greed x Female OC romance Rated M

-General Miles x Female OC romance rated M

-Jean Havoc x Female OC romance rated M

-Scar x Female OC romance rated M

-Edward Elric x Female OC romance rated M

-Solf J. Kimblee x Female OC romance rated M

I’ve gone through FanFiction.Net, here and a bit in AO3 and there’s not much out there. 😕 I don’t mind smut in the stories I read (hence the reason why I want rated M stuff) but I would like to read something with some plot too. Part of me is debating just writing of some of these myself, but I don’t have well developed plots in mind lol

[getsesko]

— Wrath [Fuhrer King Bradley] anime: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood instagram: @Getsesko

[theladypeartree]

At least he's not doing the Fuhrer King Bradley!

Come on, tough guy. Three swords?!

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Twenty Two: Don't Fear the Reaper Pt. 4

 The trip through the gate was short, horrifying, and shockingly missing the horrific void fetuses as Dante’s skeletal hands gripped Sloth violently as both landed in an unfamiliar place that smelled of raw sewage. Dante gazed in confusion with her one good eye, they were surrounded by Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Fuhrer King Brandley, and at the head of his throne, sat Hohenheim in a white gown of some sort. It took a moment to register that there was screaming up above as Dante and Sloth looked at Greed being melted in a giant pot of molten gold. The one that resembled an aged Hohenheim looked at Dante and Sloth in disinterest while the homunculi started circling the intruders in their sewer paradise.

“WHAT IS THIS!? YOU SOLD ME OUT TO MY EX HUSBAND!?” Dante screeched as she gazed at the homunculi circling them.

“What is this disgusting cricket chirping about? Father?” Lust sneered as she studied the skeletal creature in pure disgust.

“It would seem that our guest is very confused about the situation it’s in.” Father rested the side of his face on his hand as he looked on in pure disinterest.

“Father please let me torture it! I want to pull its legs out of its sockets!” Envy the Jealous demanded eagerly as they eyed Dante as though she were a new toy to torment for fun.

“Now my child, we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. Now speak insect, why are you in my sacred chambers?” Father’s curiosity was mildly perked at how this insect was behaving and just how it got into their main base.

 “How DARE you speak down to me, Dante! I am a god compared to these things you have roaming about and Envy you will obey me, your mother!” Dante swatted her bloodied skeletal hands up against Envy’s thigh, trying to hijack their shape shifting.

“Father, this insect is slapping my thigh. Please let me torture it!” Envy casually kicked Dante out of their way, Dante’s alchemical attempts being in vain.

“I suppose you do have a point there my Jealousy, we may have to torture some information from this insect. As for you, you are not one of my creations, but you are of us my child. Tell me, whose side are you on?” Father’s attention casually shifted over to Sloth who had been silent up until now.

“Father was it? I would have to say I’d join your side.” Sloth walked away from the screeching skeleton, years of not being paid enough finally bit Dante in the end.

“Sloth what are you doing!? You’re going to lose your chances of becoming human!” Dante screamed as she got back up on her horrible skeletal legs.

“I had time to reconsider this and decided, I much rather stay homunculus. Consider this my resignation.” Sloth smiled softly as she left her job with Dante for a much better career with Father.

“What a very wise decision. As for the insect, take it into confinement for study, I do have some interests involving this one.”  Father waved his hand, giving his homunculi the go ahead to brutally take Dante to his dungeon for research purposes.

“YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY FROM ME SLOTH!” Dante raised her boney hands high in an attempt to use her alchemy on all these ill behaved homunculi that wouldn’t bow to her majestic splendor.

With an annoyed sigh that an insect would be so dumb to try this in his realm, Father stood up from his throne and cut off Dante’s Alchemical abilities. Stunned by not being able to use alchemy, Dante slammed her hands over and over liken to a toddler not having their way. The charm being lost now to Father’s dwindling patiences, ordered Lust and Envy to take Dante to a holding cell for studies. The screaming having died down from Greed being melted down, Father sat down on his throne to drink liquified son. Fuhrer King Bradley watched in annoyance of the squawking this worm was making as she got dragged away. Walking over to be by Father’s side, Fuhrer Bradley looked at the new homunculus named ‘Sloth’.

 “Father, what are your orders in regards to the new homunculus?” Bradley asked, this day's events being something of a disruption he wasn’t too happy about.

“That is an excellent question, Wrath. Once I rename this new homunculus and gather some information, I want you to tell Pride to come down here. Once that is done, the new homunculus will be under your care for training.” Father instructed, returning his attention towards Sloth who stood there calmly.

“I suppose it was about time I was given a better name.” Sloth agreed, happy to cast away that former title.

“Because I already have a Sloth in my collection, you are to be known as Apathy the Uncaring. As your first order from me, you will reveal to me all you know about how you came to my presence.” Father sat patiently, interested in what the new homunculus, Apathy, had to give. 

 Brandley gripped his sword tightly as Apathy explained how exactly and by what means was done in order to arrive. Father sat in his normal disinterested posture, nodding every now and then to what information Apathy had to offer. Bradley could only stand by and listen to everything Apathy had to say, noticing the gears in Father’s head was turning. There wasn’t any mistake to it, Father was preparing to take full advantage of a parallel dimension for the promised day. Wasn’t it enough for Father to have this one country’s civilian population to sacrifice to turn Father into god? It made Bradley’s blood boil that more was going to be taken into this plan. Was it the reintroduction of Greed into Father’s body causing it? The metal started to bend from how tightly gripped it was in Brandley’s hands, knowing fully there wasn’t a thing he could say to convince Father this was not a wise decision. After being given all the information needed, Father dismissed Apathy into Bradley’s care as he went about organizing a baby selection once again and awaiting for the arrival of Pride for this new mission. The other dimension was now in the power hungry sights of Father and his plans of Godhood.

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 “She’s gone for good, we’re finally free from Dante…” Lust said after realizing that there was no longer a threat of Dante or her punishments.

 “It’s weird, isn’t it? I lived with her for so long and suddenly that hag is gone from our lives. I vote to get drinks to celebrate.” Envy admitted as they got off the stage, ready to get back to Dolly after finally getting rid of Dante. “I’ll go phone up the villa to let Greed and Dolly know that Dante is finished then.” Freddy offered, thinking the ball hall had a phone.

 “But the phones are in the living quarters..” Gluttony corrected Freddy, Freddy not looking thrilled with having to stay down in the pit longer than he wanted. “It’s fine, I need to stretch my legs anyways. I didn’t get to kick Dante around as I had wanted.” Envy smirked at Freddy, wanting to drag the beloved Face Fur around the contaminated underground for the laughs. “We should get the call in, otherwise Greed’s chimeras might mistake us for a retreating Dante.” Hughes said, not thrilled about going into the carbon hellscape of the underground to phone in.

 “Alright, fine, but let’s make it quick. The Elrics, that lady with the kid, and I have very human lungs that can get really diseased stupid fast.” Freddy wrinkled his face, not thrilled with the decision and having to go through with it.

 As the group debated on who was to make the run out to the housing building, the above city shook, debris falling upon the initial tremor. The ball hall was no longer safe to be in as the group ran out of there, ushering Rose and her child. Envy’s once cocky face had fallen upon realizing the fates were in fact contradictory jackasses that like to ruin everything for them. Then again, it was Envy’s grand idea to let Dolly’s two very hyper feral humans loose upon Pride. The Dread Four Horsemen of Bad Decision Making had struck Envy so for their folly with the feral humans when running out of the building with the others as something fell from high above. The others watched in pure horror as a spark was emitted from the falling object that erupted in a blaze of death that was quickly spreading through the carbon based underground city. Dante’s foresight had doomed the capital up above those down below as the Lust took control, leading towards the elevator for the sewer system to escape from. Alphonse, being one of the rare humans in the group that didn’t need lungs to breathe with, shoved his Brother Edward and Freddy into his armored chest before running off with Lust the even minded. 

[emmikay]

Bradley: Your smile looks forced.

Mustang: It is.