#major alex louis armstrong

[patron-saints]

the official beginner's guide to olizumi

so! you're a fan of fma or maybe a friend of mine, and you're interested in learning more about the relationship between olivier mira armstrong and izumi curtis! great, you've come to exactly the right place.

if it's been a while since you've seen fma:b, or if you've never seen it and don't mind watching some scenes from the final arc, i recommend getting started with my compilation:

(original video post here)

when i first watched fma:b back in march 2023, i thought i would manage to watch the entire thing without getting obsessed with a wlw ship. i was wrong. the second these two started interacting i immediately became enamored with the trust, respect, and intimacy that they share, and with the way they seemed to find in each other the same steely spirit, grit, and inner sense of self. their ability to communicate their philosophies, despite their differences, and listen to each other with ease and tenderness just. GOT ME. they got me.

get ready for SO MUCH MORE under the cut:

(i was lucky enough to have a chance to draw up a little list of most of my headcanons about them, which can be found here! the most important of which i'd say are that i write them as t4t, and olivier as a stone top!)

if you're convinced of their chemistry just from that, great, my job here is done! but if you don't believe me yet, or you want a little more, it would be my honor to point you in the direction of the first ever fic i wrote for them, "recognition." (tumblr post for chapter 1 here!)

"recognition" can best be described as a 4 chapter old woman yaoi where (almost) nothing happens and two milves fall in love. or if you like, sorry izumi, two very young women navigate the beginnings of a long distance relationship, polyamory, workaholism, and chronic illness. it is sickeningly fluffy, and to date the longest thing i've ever published.

it even comes with an illustration! @wlwsakura did THIS for me:

(original post here) which i will never be over not in one million years!

AND it also comes with a whole entire soundtrack, made by myself and my dearest friend @summerwoodsmoke! kinda a folksy gentle, very sappy vibe. i still listen to it all the time! alex picked some bangers tbh.

for the very first @fma-rareships event, i wrote two little ficlets set in the world of "recognition," which are here and here!

if you're keeping track so far, that's a compilation, a headcanon list, a fic(+ficlets), a commission, and a playlist. but wait, there's more!

so, okay, maybe 23k is too long for you. or maybe fluff isn't your thing. or maybe, somehow, you've made it through all that and you want more. not to worry. i have more.

just this week, i posted "bone deep" (tumblr post here), which is a 5k E rated omegaverse fic that's kind of like recognition on fastforward and if i didn't cut out the sex scenes. and if it was omegaverse. it's the first omega thing i've ever written, but i really wanted a chance to write more in depth about how i see olivier's stone identity, and weirdly this setting gave me the chance to do that!

and now we've covered everything i've made for them...so far. but i want to give a shout out to some others in the rarepairs mines with me, because i'm not the only one who care them!

@machinerismsx's fic "An Open Invitation" is genuinely incredible. it's hilariously funny (there's lines in there i still think about and giggle), and also like. super hot. we didn't know anything about each other's fic projects til after i posted "recognition," but we were stunned to realize we'd written a lot of the exact same plot points, including what i refer to as The Curtis-Armstrong Alliance.

you may have noticed that in my compilation, sig and alex also had like, off the charts chemistry. m and i noticed that too! so in both of our fics, while sig and izumi are still married, they are also each get an armstrong all to themselves, lol.

which brings me to @eggos-esper! my brother-in-arms who is out here as the reigning champ of sigalex! (& you can read the sigalex fic i wrote for him on ao3 here ((or see the tumblr post here!)))

but maybe you're nostalgic for youth. or you like epistolary fics. or maybe you, like me, are deeply obsessed with the miniep "tale of the teacher." if that's you, PLEASE PLEASE check out @baudleaires's fic "Notes from Briggs" it is the cutest thing on planet earth and it had me kicking and squealing the entire time.

maybe you want more art! there's more art!

@iztopher did this one for my birthday and it made me actually scream and then weep:

and @wlwsakura's first piece of them is what made me commission her in the first place:

it's still the photo for one of the groupchats i'm in. it rules.

also, while they're not on tumblr atm, i could not bear to make this list without acknowledging @chillingoose, who is one of my dearest friends and who has come up with some truly stunning things for olizumi as well.

and! and! also @littlebear1537! who loves briggs more than anyone else in the universe!

if i managed to miss anything, my olizumi tag is here! there's not a ton in it at the moment, but there are some jokes, like this one by @heavenlyshadowhunter:

:D

i would LOVE to add more to that tag by any means possible, so if you make anything for olizumi, PLEASE tag me in it! i am also going to work on setting up @olizumi as more of a proper archive too! (edit: i did it! it’s a real blog now!)

thank you so much for reading this incredibly long post, and for giving my girls a chance! <3!

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter One: Shelter Pt. 1

The winds whipped cruelly upon the powdery snow of the forest floor. It had been considered one of the worst winter storms at the time in Northern Amestris as a small figure trudged through the frigid slush of snow. The downy fluff of the off white fur puffed up to keep warm, the only clothing being a gray felted knee length gown with ‘AMD-G12-B11’ on the back. Her tail dragged along the snow, not being able to lift it at this point after an hour of walking in an unfamiliar landscape. It happened so suddenly, one moment she was having an argument with one of her older siblings and the next she landed in a cold place with no clue what this place was. It had to have been ten minutes or so as the small child waited for a caregiver to show up before wandering off into the blizzard on her own. Her eyes were beginning to close from exhaustion before walking into the leg of someone.

There was a sudden jolt in the bed as a high pitched voice rang out, “Dolly wake up! Wake up! Freddy’s home from Central!” 

 Groggily, the one called Dolly got up from her slumber to be greeted to a missing tooth grin of a small four year old human child jumping up and down on the bed. The child’s hair was held up in a ponytail, red curls draping downward. Freckles dotted that little face with a gremlin-like gleam in her green eyes. Dolly ruffled the child’s head a bit as she got out of bed. Dolly’s one good ear twitched a bit in the morning light as the other ear flopped over lazily as she moved about. It had been a while since she last had that dream of when she was found by this child’s ancestor well over one thousand five hundred and fourteen years ago. Dolly turned her head towards the child and gave a friendly, sharp toothy grin.

 “Oh right, today’s the day Freddy is back from Central?” Dolly asked as she went to stand up from the bed. “Yep and there’s guests too!” The child chirped loudly and cheerily. “Well played Freddy, well played.” “What’s Freddy playing?” “When you’re a bit older I’ll explain better.”

 Truth be told, Dolly was expecting an explosion from Freddy’s father, Joel, if it turns out that Freddy passed the State Alchemist Exam. Freddy had always wanted to be part of the state alchemists since he was a small child. Joel, on the other hand, was a lot like his ancestor in terms of personality. Joel was very stern when it came to his views on the military and wanted it to be disestablished as soon as possible. Not that Dolly could blame Joel for his feelings on the matter, ever since the Ishbal Massacre occurred, it was little to no wonder on Joel’s stances about the whole military in general. It didn’t take Dolly too long to realize there was a silence from the child, staring at her.“Oh, you want to see me use Glamour, don’t you Tanya?” Dolly asked, knowing full well of how much of a silly question that was. 

 The child, known as Tanya, gave that all too familiar cookie munching gremlin grin upon hearing that question. Without needing anymore questions, A faint blue light engulfed Dolly for a short bit before it faded away. There in Dolly’s place was a pale, young human woman. The only two things that stayed the same were the curled brown and cream hair and her eyes. Dolly’s eyes would’ve looked normal at a glance, just those honey brown eyes with nicely done brown eyeshadow and upper eyeliner. There was one flaw though, the pupil dilation. Instead of the usual circular pattern that a normal dilation on a human would work, Dolly’s pupils would either get abnormally big or slitted much like a cat’s would. Indeed, that was a problem that the family had long since known about and figured out a system for a long time ago. The lighting inside the household was always very soft, never too bright or too dark, just a happy medium inbetween to keep the family abomination as human-looking as possible. Offering the now clawless, very human looking hand to Tanya, Dolly was ready to exit the bedroom to watch the slow burning dumpster fire about to take place.

 “Dolly, use that disappearing and reappearing thing you do, it's fun.” Tanya groaned after walking out into the hall. “Tanya, you know we have guests right now, that’ll be a bit risky if someone saw me do that.” Dolly said with a bit of a sigh. It was true Dolly could teleport them to get to the dining hall quicker, but that was for only when there were no guests in the household. Tanya knew better than to ask, but she was a small child after all. Carefully, leaning down, Dolly picked up Tanya and carried her instead. It was a pretty good compromise, kiddo got a free ride and didn’t have to walk as much. It was about fifteen minutes of walking when they reached the dining hall. At the table there was Joel, a man in his late forties with a face that was slowly but surely gaining a reddish hue to them from anger. His hair was no longer there after Joel had entered his thirties, rubbing his hairless scalp, something Joel often did when holding back on exploding when there were others around outside of the family. Indeed, this was expected since Freddy, at the end of the table with a smug grin on his freckled face, nose upturned as he watched Joel restrain himself, tucking a bit of the curly red hair behind his ear. Truly it was a sight to behold for the two men, the guests Dolly assumed, as they sat at the table.

 Tanya wriggled a bit wanting to be placed down so she could run over to her parents, Dolly obliged to that nonverbal request. The moment Tanya was placed down, she dashed over to her parents eager for breakfast. Having the chance, Dolly glanced over the guests here in the home as she made her way to the table. One of the men, a rather large and burly gentleman with a large blonde mustache with a matching strand of hair that curled downward. Indeed, this man had a presence and certainly a lot of character to boot as well. The other man that was accompanying the insanely muscular man was very average, an everyday sort of man so to speak with a buzzcut auburn hair and glasses that hid the eyes well. The man would’ve not gotten a lot of attention normally, but, there was a scent that Dolly was caught off guard by. It was familiar to her, but couldn’t place a finger on where she would have smelled it from. However, it wasn’t just the familiar scent, but rather, the undertone of the scent. It was an odd one, a rotting kind of scent that one would smell after encountering a corpse with an acrid chemical scent to boot. It was taking Dolly a lot to maintain composure around this hideously awful scented person in the household without gagging as she sat down next to a woman with bright red hair, an automail left arm, and a similar gremlin-like gleam green eyes just like Tanya’s. The woman gestured with her automail left arm once Dolly sat down for Breakfast. “Oh good, this is our beloved niece, Dolly Mancer. She’s been like a daughter to us ever since her parents died in a train accident all those years ago.” The woman began as she introduced Dolly to the muscular man and the horrifying corpse scented guy.

‘Oh we’re doing the niece with dead parents narrative for today, though a bit dramatic there Talia.’ Dolly thought to herself as she got into the role.

“It's very nice to meet you gentlemen.” Dolly greeted as she got a warmed apple turnover onto the plate, holding back once more on gagging from Sir Corpse Wagon sitting right across.

The muscle bound man who clearly could blind someone with how much cleared his voice before suddenly with no provocation started to strike poses. To Dolly, this human was clearly a bizarre one of his species, but still rather amusing human to watch if not listen to as his voice boomed out with dramatics.

“GREETINGS YOUNG MANCER COUSIN! I AM MAJOR ALEX LOUIS ARMSTRONG OF THE PROUD ARMSTRONG FAMILY! YOUR COUSIN, FREIDERICK MANCER WILL BE WORKING UNDER MY WATCH AFTER PASSING THE STATE ALCHEMIST EXAM SO SPECTACULARLY!” Boomed the dramatically majestic muscle bound man as he flexed in tune of what he had said.

Carefully looking over, Dolly got a good view of Joel who had now fully changed into the same spectacular red color to match his wife, son, and daughter’s hair. It was a sight to behold to see the normally loud and fiery man be made silent by the presence of the two men in the room. Joel’s teeth were gritting as he spoke, “Oh, so you did pass that exam, Fred?” Freddy in turn just grinned that toothy grin in response, “That I did Dad and will be moving to Central after packing some things once breakfast is over.” It was a grin that was daring Joel to get into a fight, a grin that was smug in knowing he won that fight before it even started.

Truly it was a good play on Fred’s part, but it would come crashing down as the average man spoke up.

“Well yes, I’m First Lieutenant Sawyer Carpenter, I’m a friend of your cousin here. He had asked me to come along for this meeting, though I mainly came because of the state alchemist murder spree that’s going on down in Central.”  Stated Carpenter rather monotonously as he just stared at Dolly with the thick glasses that just seem to reflect her image like mirrors.

“OH FIRST LIEUTENANT CARPENTER, YOU REALLY ARE A JOKESTER THERE. I CAN REASSURE YOU FINE FOLKS THAT WE HAVE THE HOMICIDE PROBLEM ALMOST UNDER CONTROL AT THIS POINT.” Reassured Mr. Armstrong, though not reassuring enough for Talia as she took control of the conversation seeing her husband about to mutate into a lobster at the rate things were going.

 “Freiderick, if you would be so kind, do take your cousin Dolly with you when you head back to Central. I think it would be lovely to have her be able to visit your new home town.” Talia said in a calm but firm tone to Freddy who nearly spat out his coffee upon hearing that. 

 Likewise, Dolly was looking at Talia in surprise at the gull of her making such a demand of the family eldritch abomination. The redness of Joel slowly but surely reduced to a pinkish hue, not fully there yet on cooling down, but getting there. The tension seemed to have changed from Freddy’s acceptance into the military to basically giving a grown adult an eldritch babysitter to monitor his every move. Needless to say, the only one enjoying breakfast was little Tanya who was eating pancakes blissfully unaware of the conversation. Dolly cleared her voice as she got up from the table, both from the sudden being ‘volunteered’ as a babysitter as well as the creeps she was getting from the first lieutenant staring at her intensely.   

“Aunt Talia, Uncle Joel, I’ll see you both in the kitchen to help out with dish cleaning and putting away.” Dolly calmly said as she headed right to the kitchen to have a private conversation with the two after being thrown under the rails like that.

“MISS MANCER IF YOU WILL PLEASE LET ME HELP YOU OUT IN THE KITCHEN CLEAN UP?” Called after Major Armstrong as he got up from his seat, only to be stopped by Joel.

“Oh no, it's alright, you are our guests here. We’ll clean it up so you just make yourselves at home and I’ll bring out another pot of coffee while you talk with our son about his living arrangements.” Joel politely said, trying to keep outsiders out of a conversation with an eldritch being that’s been with the family for a millenia and a half.

Surprisingly, the Major didn’t put up an argument about the subject, likely because of how red Joel was earlier and would rightfully assume the man had a heart condition of some kind to not argue with him on it. Dolly was more than happy to stay in the kitchen to have a conversation away from the weirdo in glasses staring at her as well as the horrible scent he brought to the table. It wasn’t a long wait till Talia and Joel would meet up with Dolly in the kitchen to have an awkwardly private conversation about what just happened.

[wickedcriminal]

Nothing makes me happier than unhinged Ed being like "yep!! That's MY blood!! I drew that while I was bleeding out!! :DD" and Armstrong reacting about as well as you'd expect

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Few of the first things I drew after entering the fandom 👍

And a little whiteboard I did around the time I joined as well 🙏🙏

(Ignore my friends and my cracked ass pfps)

[paperback-rascal]

They became instant friends due to power of MUSCLES!

... also if you think about it Edward already has the color scheme of The Bad Batch and is just of a wild card they are. Just saying...

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST © Hiromu Arakwa/studio Bones/Square Enix

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Hear me out (something you probably hear a lot of with her):

I think Olivier should have been a villain.

Her philosophy of the survival of the strongest never seems *honest*, and that seems like it's kind of a waste of screentime. Like she's basically just a tsundere.

We never actually get characterization for the military high command in an individual capacity besides brief glimpses; this would allow an actual characterized corrupt military leader going along with the scheme, letting us put a face to their callousness (possibly with the plan of slaughtering the rest and being the sole human to receive the supposed immortality benefits of the scheme). It lines up with her philosophy, and, I think, helps move some stuff around in the Plot.

Sloth is... more could definitely have been done with him. I believe Olivier would have been a better final opponent for Armstrong; the courage thing seems pretty easy and obvious against a giant basically pure evil monster, but having to take a stand against both the leadership of your country directly and your own blood seems like a more complete way to bring him finally fighting back full circle.

I think I'll discuss my thoughts on the new Sloth, and various other plot elements I would move around, when I finish the series, but that's a thought I've had so far.

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A lesson without pain is meaningless. 痛みを伴わない教訓には意義がない 고통을 동반하지 않는 교훈에는 의의가 없다. That’s because no one can gain without sacrificing something. 人は何かの犠牲なしに何も得る事などできないのだから 인간은 어떤 희생 없이는 아무것도 얻을 수 없으므로.

But if you can endure that pain and overcome it… しかしそれを乗り越え自分のものにした時・・・・・・・・・ 하지만 그것을 뛰어 넘어 자기 것으로 만들었을 때 ・ ・ ・ You shall gain a fullmetal heart that’s irreplaceable. 人は何にも代えがたい鋼の心を手に入れるだろう 사람은 무엇과도 바꿀 수없는 강철 같은 마음을 갖게 될 것이다.

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Alex Louis

Armstrong

Gay Headcanons

We can all agree this man is gay, right?

I doubt Alex would be ashamed of his sexuality, much like he's not ashamed of his body or sensitive side.

He absolutely would get weird stares and the occasional "SNIVELING FOOL!!" from Olivier though, mainly cuz he hasn't gotten a guy yet.

Alex, when he does eventually find a man, there's no doubt he's smaller than him. Do you see how BIG this man is?!!!

Alex would absolutely help his sweetheart with working out if they feel like it, carry him whenever they're sick or tired, and absolutely try to be both the strong knight for his special prince, and the best house husband you could ask for!

Nicknames I can see him using: Prince, My King, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Hubby, Sweet Little Treat.

Speaking of marriage and family, Alex would take absolutely forever to pop the question.

Even if he and his boyfriend have been seeing each other for the longest time, he'd be TERRIFIED of the rejection of his love.

On the topic of children, however, he'd be tearing up just at the thought of him and a beloved husband having a small little family of their own, but he'd try to be the gentlest man ever, more than he is already.

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ROUND 3 - MATCH A

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Spin-Off 'Stache-Off!!

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[valerianodrawsthings]

February 19th's fanart was Alex Louis Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist!

The only man who can make sparkles look manly as Hell!

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homemade

this is a gift for @eggos-esper!!! <3 this gif is you and me but with the wlw and mlm sides of the curtis-armstrong alliance:

i really hope you enjoy!

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fandom: fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood words: 639 chapter: 1/1 rating: G relationship: alex louis armstrong x sig curtis (implied sig x izumi, olivier x izumi, and alex & olivier, as always lol) content: sig makes alex a nice lunch

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sig was making him a BLT. actually, truly making him a BLT. of course, the bread had been baked here, in house curtis, which sig lovingly sliced and set aside. alex watched as he fried the cuts of bacon from his butcher’s shop in just a kiss of maple syrup. it sizzled and popped in the pan. when he was satisfied with its crispiness, he set it down on two pieces of folded paper towel, and toasted the bread in the remaining fat. sig nodded to himself, and stepped out to retrieve a head of butter lettuce and a large heirloom tomato from his garden.

continue on ao3!

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Small sketch of Husband

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Eight: Hunting High and Low Pt.4

“Yes, it’s Juliet Douglas again to check in on how Freiderick Mancer is doing. Could you bring him to the phone?” Envy asked, putting on a pretty good but disturbing act. “OH THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE AT THIS MOMENT, YOUNG MR. MANCER HAD JUST MET MY OTHER DEAR SISTER, OLIVIER! OLIVIER FOUND HIM SO CHARMING THAT SHE TOOK FREIDERICK TO PERSONALLY TRAIN HERSELF!” Major Armstrong explained as the pained wails of Freddy could be heard in the background, apparently made the worst life choice of picking a sword sparring with Major General Olivier Armstrong. “How delightful, be sure to call back to the office once Freiderick has concluded his training session then.” Envy said with an absolutely delighted smile on their face upon hearing the background suffering of Freddy and hung up the phone. “Should we be worried?” Lust asked after hearing Freddy wailing on the phone. “He’ll be fine, a little roughing up won’t hurt the target at all.” Envy reassured as the suffering of Freddy filled them with joy. “I guess Freddy is going to be sore by the time he returns home…” Dolly said in a bit of surprise at the turn of events with Freddy. “Well let’s just consider this as a lesson to be much more grateful for how generous we’ve been towards the target the moment he’s back and maybe not whine about everything.” Envy said, shrugging as they went to sit on top of the desk to sip some tea.

 As the trio and Dolly made themselves a bit comfortable despite the fact they were just black mailed earlier, Dorian started to sneak a bit out of the backpack to look around. Gluttony sat there as he saw Dorian peeking out of the backpack and innocently waved hello to the little creature. In turn, Dorian waved hello before a perfect ball of paper popped out of their mouth. The paper ball rolled out from under the desk, catching Lust’s eye as she walked over to see where exactly it came from. Silence was had as Lust and Dorian locked eye to weird orb eye before Lust stood up and pulled out some paper with a pencil. Writing something down quickly, Lust handed Dolly a note to avoid giving more fuel to Sloth. ‘What exactly is that thing in your backpack?’ The message read as Dolly realized Dorian blew their cover and wrote a response.

 ‘That’s Dorian, Freddy made him for me as a companion.’ Dolly wrote in response, Lust looking ready to punt Freddy out of a window if Envy didn’t beat her to it first.

 ‘If he’s dangerous like the first one Freddy made, we’re going to have to take Dorian for research, you understand that, right?’ Lust’s message read as she wasn’t wanting to keep something dangerous in the apartment. ‘He isn’t, Dorian is the ‘friendlier’ of the two from what I understand. Sure he calls Freddy some unsavory names and broke the window when tossing out the crate, but other than that, Dorian is pretty good.’ Dolly explained in hopes of not losing Dorian, Lust pausing for a moment for consideration on how to handle this. ‘So long as he isn’t posing a threat to our job or the target, Dorian may stay, BUT, we’re going to have to let Envy know about him, otherwise it’ll just be a downward spiral.’ Lust gave the final verdict as she motioned for Envy to look under the table. An eyebrow was raised as Envy got their butt off of the desk and walked over to look under the desk. Envy made a face like they had bitten into a lemon as Lust motioned for them to write on the paper that was out. Dorian, seeing this as a moment of freedom, casually walked out from under the table to enjoy being able to interact with the room. Envy wrote on the paper, their grip close to snapping the pencil before finishing writing the message. ‘The target made a second one!?’ Envy wrote as they watched Dorian freely roam and casually rip the massive map of Amestris to make confetti once more.

 Both Lust and Dolly nodded their heads in confirmation that Freddy did indeed make a second horrid little clay abomination, Envy running a hand over their face. It didn’t help matters when Gluttony followed Dorian’s lead on making confetti, prompting Dorian to clap and applaud Gluttony for making confetti. The wet clay clapping made Envy, Lust, and Dolly freeze up, Gluttony not seeing anything wrong with the clapping joined in. Envy went back to writing once again as Dorian went back to making ‘confetti’.

 ‘Okay that little CREATURE can stay since he is wreaking Pride’s office for all the trouble he caused us and he’s green, but, you’re not taking him to the museum on Friday. He’ll stay with Lust and Gluttony during it.’ Envy wrote, giving much relief to Dolly and Lust looking not too thrilled with being made a babysitter to the horrid corpse green clay abomination.

 Dorian, being the lord of turd, went back to the desk, raiding the drawers before pulling out a box of crayons, likely something the Fuhrer had stored away in case he brought Selim over. Moment the crayons were in his horrible little amalgamated hand paws of clay, Dorian rushed back to the map and began drawing on it. Horrible, unspeakable drawings were scribbled onto the map as Envy just watched on appreciatively at the little monster’s handy work. Looking over to Gluttony, Dorian offered the crayons to him and they both started drawing on the tattered remains of the map and on the wall as well. The revenge vandalism was shortly interrupted by the phone ringing, Sloth having patched the call through to the office. Envy had a vicious grin on their face, eager to answer the phone to hear the suffering of Freddy up close after his ‘training’ session with Major General Olivier Armstrong. “I heard you had a special training session today, Freddy.” Envy started with the dripping venomous tone to their voice. “I’ll never complain about anything or get abducted again! Please let me leave!” Freddy pleaded on the phone, earning a sadistic chuckle from Envy. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll do that for you Freddy, it’ll be far better to stay the full week there so you can be a far better alchemist by the time you’re released to our care again.” Envy calmly stated as a wail erupted on the line from Freddy.

 “See? It's much better for you to stay with the Armstrongs. By the way, our benefactor has graciously bought you a new car, a lovely hearse for you to drive around in.” Envy continued before getting alarmed by the sudden dead silence on Freddy’s end of the line. “Hey dumbass, are you still on the line?” Envy snapped on the phone, getting into a panic about the silence. Absolutely nothing on the line from Freddy, just silence as yelling on the line could be heard by Major Armstrong. Apparently, the shock of having been given a hearse was enough to make Freddy faint on the spot. Envy was impressed that all it took to make Freddy faint was to mention what sort of car he would be driving in as they shifted their voice back to sounding like Sloth.

 “WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU TELL YOUNG MR. MANCER? HE’S PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!” Armstrong asked after picking up the phone from the unconscious Freddy’s hand.

 “I only told him that our nation’s leader had graciously gifted him a new car after finding out about Freiderick’s previous car breaking down. He must have been overcome with joy from such a lovely gift.” Envy explained, leaving out the fact that the new car is a hearse. 

 “OH WHAT A WONDERFUL GIFT OUR LEADER HAS GIVEN MR. MANCER! HE TRULY MUST HAVE BE EXTREMELY THANKFUL FOR SUCH A LOVELY GIFT! I’LL BE SURE TO HAVE MR. MANCER CALL YOU BACK ONCE HE’S BACK TO THE LAND OF THE LIVING!” Armstrong promised as he hung up the phone. “So, the target fainted from the news.” Envy said, breaking the news to those listening in on the phone call. “You’re not being serious, right? Our target seriously fainted over what kind of car we got him?” Lust asked in utter disbelief of the situation. “It’s rare, but that does happen sometimes with Freddy. I’m surprised that this time around all it took was telling him about the new car.” Dolly admitted, though just as surprised that a car would cause a fainting episode. “Are Freddy's ancestors disappointed in him?” Gluttony asked as he looked over from drawing on the wall with Dorian.

 “To be fair, they’d be proud mainly because of the accomplishments he’s made so far. They would most certainly be disappointed in his behavior though.” Dolly said carefully after she had to think pretty deeply on what exactly Freddy's ancestors would be feeling about him. 

[ovium-sheep]

Dogs

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

(via @rowenoke)

jigen outwardly in the woman called fujiko mine:

jigen on the inside during all of the woman called fujiko mine:

superficially he looks kind of darker and scarier in this one but once you actually look at him properly he's just like... a lost eternally bewildered puppy. everything happens so much to him all of the time and he's rolling with it as best he can god bless