Knowing Grimm bakes a cake in his masterchef, that means Ciel bake a cake and how Malleus like his cooking despite his huge dislike of oversize cakes. Malleus does care about his child of man.
@artisticallyill you asked about the Battle Cody & Obi so here it is
This one is definitely a bad name. While technically accurate, it's not the defining thing about this. Battle Cody & Obi is the name of my drawing that is my Codywan FMAB AU. Truly the title says nothing, and idk what i was thinking when i named the drawing but it's my fmab au
Here's it is so far:
In this au, the jedi are the state alchemists, Obi-Wan is a general and a state alchemist and a highly revered one but I don't know what his alchemy specialization is yet. Cody is his right hand who watches his back and has several big guns and people are scared of him.
I imagine this drawing to be them fighting Maul, who would absolutely just set a bunch of things on fire, not even with alchemy but with straight up matches cuz he's petty like that and Cody and Obi-Wan are trapped by the fire and waiting to see where he strikes next.
When I was ideating this, I realized that their dynamic is already pretty similar to Mustang and Hawkeye, especially with the "we can't date cuz you're my superior officer/subordinate" and the "i will flirt with others as a tactical move but it's fake and the real adoration only comes out with you"
In love with Gorgug going into his "protective rage" to hold absolutely nothing back against his smallest friend whom he has raged to protect on many occasions
"He was lively, nimble, sincere, intelligent, a true Frenchman, a bit conceited, but also very generous, even simple-minded (the word was used by a good judge and I repeat it). Sharp with his words, penetrating in judgments, he spoke of people mockingly or enthusiastically.About things: ravishingly, passionately, and imaginatively. In a word, he was perfectly seductive, as one who is not always coldly sensible. He was eye catching, black protruding eyebrows covered a blue eye that never hid what he was thinking..."
(Sainte-Beuve, Causeries du lundi, 12th of April 1852.)