#ooc: sorry he's a bitch

[theroomisyellow]

Marvin!! i learned how to follow people now!

xoxo @lovemeforwhatiam

That's great darling. Now you can go bother other people instead of me. Go reblog aesthetic kitchen photos or whatever you look at on here. I'm going to the bar.

[palespawn]

i'm a simple girl, i see artwork of astarion yearning for the sun in the shadows and i go insane

[spiderman2-99]

Spiders have claws!? Since when I thought they just had like.. little pins I guess as feet. That's so cool!! I wasn't intending to make fun of you- apologies if it came off that way!

The pins are the claws. Apology accepted.

[malewifingonside]

stop writing shen jiu as a tsundere teacher who hid his kindness bc he's not!!! He's not chu wanning he's a bitter man he was traumatized left alone and thought he was abandoned, by the time he arrived at cang qiong he has broken ugly and he never let himself pickup the pieces let alone anyone else he never could expressed his vulnerability to anyone bc the last time he did that he was left behind!!! There's a reason why he's so vicious to luo binghe, he has everything shen jiu doesn't; a loving mother, a good foundation and a good childhood!!! He has nothing, he was an orphan, a slave, a runaway one too, one with faulty foundation that could have bloomed flourishly if he hadn't been under qiu jianluo's ownership or wu yanzi's tetulage. Yes, he brought the miseries that happened later onto himself but you have to understand WHY he did all that is bc he's a broken man that couldn't and wouldn't reach out to anyone ever.

[littencloud9]

thinking abt kunikida in the sheep au…

[elias-magnusnt]

Hello Elias! Can I Call You Elias?

I'm Danny! Orion Told Me About You! You Seem Lovely!

- @ithinkimjustdanny

Oh gosh, did you copy that trick from Nikola? Eek.

I'll be honest, I've had quite my fill of strangers this week, so if you could just be normal that'd be wonderful, alright? Speaking of this, how is being a Person Made Of Flesh And Bones And No Weird Stuff At All treating you? Mmh?

[huntershowl-moving]

@vsagis — night watch.

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

HELLHOUND HAS BEEN stalking her target through hosu city since the evening began. his routine is the same every single weekend: leave work, spend several hours at the closest izakaya, and head home just before the sun threatens to light the horizon.

in the wake of everything hosu city has been through, there are more than enough abandoned buildings for persephone to set up a network of hideouts and sniper nests. heroes and villains alike destroy more property every day, after all. as long as that conflict exists, they'll never run out of ratholes to crawl into. this particular rathole — though she is normally careful not to stay in any one place for longer than a single night — has seen more of her presence than most, as it is in an optimal location to observe the man she has been hunting. through her scope, she can see through the window of his office. she can see the izakaya he spends every friday & saturday night at. she can see the train station he stumbles into after each night of heavy drinking.

but tonight, something is wrong. he hasn't left the office. it's nearly one A.M. — it should have closed hours ago, and his window is dark. empty. where the fuck did he go? did he pass out inside? the other exits are also visible from this window, where the fuck did he go? the fury clawing at persephone's ribcage has reached a boiling point; she cannot wait any longer. he has to die now.

a frustrated growl tears through her throat as she steps back from the scope. fine. if he won't come out, she'll simply have to go in. drag him out into the street if she has to. string up his limbs in front of the office for good measure, if there'a anything left of them.

before they can activate the grappling hook attachment in their right arm, that sense of something off heightens, sharpens to a needle's point. faster than a blink, there's already a pistol in her hand as she whips around and points the weapon into the pitch-black room behind her. the PRESENCE comes from what used to be a kitchen, barebones and half-stripped. eyes. the faintest crawling sensation down her spine. someone's there. who — is it — no, she doesn't smell the ozone-rich air before a storm, so it isn't who she instantly fears it is.

someone else, then. someone skilled enough to spot the gleam of a sniper's scope — who was looking. fuck. her senses are always dulled at the peak of suppressing the urge to rend flesh; they must have snuck in while she was focused on scanning the building.

❝ come out. ❞ the words are a snarl, punctuated by the click of a cocked hammer. ❝ i know you're there. ❞

[heterophobiclanwangji]

hey if the only real difference between pidw and scum villain before shen yuan’s transmigration is shen jiu possibly dying of a qi deviation, then does that mean shang qinghua accidentally murdered shen jiu

[a-bitch-made-fullmetal]

GOOD morning. keen observers of Me as a person on the internet might know that I've published a couple of fma fanfics, one of which is titled "chance encounter". that fic, of course, is about Hohenheim being a transphobic piece of shit because I love making fictional fathers evil for no reason.

another fun fact, that fic was originally meant to be from Ed's pov before I changed my mind and made it from Roy's instead because in my head certain elements worked better that way. but I recently came across the original draft, and I quite like it actually, so I'm posting it here!

trigger warning for transphobia and misgendering and also Ray's Customary Hohenheim Character Slander™

At first, Edward thought he wouldn't recognise him.

Hoped he wouldn't recognise him.

It had been over ten years, and he doubted the man had spared them more than a handful of thoughts in the decade he had left them to fend for themselves.

He couldn't possibly recognise him.

Ed shook his head, didn't brush his bangs back when they fell into his face. His gaze landed on the debris littering the street, the torn up cobblestones, the loose wires sparking away from the base of a toppled streetlight.

“Fullmetal.” Edward turned and watched the Colonel step up beside him, surveying the damage they had done as he tugged his ignition gloves off. He waited for him to say something else, rubbing at his faintly aching wrist–sprained, probably–but Mustang stayed silent.

He turned his attention to his little brother, clunking around awkwardly in the background like he didn't know what to do with himself.

At least he didn't have to worry about being recognised.

Ed swallowed against the sour taste on his tongue.

Havoc approached the man idling on the other side of the street, undoubtedly staring at Ed from behind reflective glasses, and he angled himself further away.

“Well, we got our guy–let’s go,” he said and didn't acknowledge the strange look Mustang shot him.

“...sure. The team can handle the rest.” Edward trudged past him, only to screech to a halt two steps later. “Alphonse! C’mon, let's pack it up.”

There was a brief silence before heavy clanking footsteps drew nearer, and Ed closed his eyes, praying for the first time in a long time.

“Alright, boys-” the Colonel began as he fell into step next to them, Hawkeye the ever dutiful shadow at his back.

A heavy hand clapped down on Ed's flesh shoulder, whirling him around with enough force his braid whipped behind his back. He knocked the unwelcome appendage off without thinking about it, moving a quick step backwards to get out of reach.

Golden eyes stared down at him from behind wired frames, and Ed's mouth pulled into a sneer. He was dimly aware of Alphonse's quiet brother somewhere next to him, followed by a metallic click he immediately recognised as the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Rebecca,” Hohenheim said, and Edward reared backwards as if struck-

God, he wished he had just struck him.

That would have hurt less.

“Dad,” Alphonse said quietly, and Hohenheim’s cold eyes flitted from Ed to Al and back, not paying any mind to Hawkeye and her gun, or the fact that Mustang pulled his ignition gloves back on and readied himself to snap.

“I could have sworn you were a girl the last time I saw you,” he said, and Ed balled his fists so tightly the metallic screech of automail filled the otherwise silent street.

“You must be mistaking me for someone else,” he pressed past gritted teeth, eyes narrowed in a vicious glare, his chest so tight he could barely breathe.

“Let's go, Fullmetal,” the Colonel said, voice calm but fingers still poised to snap, and all of a sudden he experienced an appreciation for Mustang's presence he had never known before.

“Yeah.” He turned on his heel, ready to get as far away from this as fast as possible, when a hand closed around his flesh–injured–wrist and yanked him back.

He yelped and attempted to free himself, but Hohenheim didn't budge, and his wrist hurt.

“Unhand him!” Mustang demanded at once, and Hawkeye narrowed her eyes, clicking off the safety.

“She's my daughter,” was all Hohenheim said, and yet all the air rushed from Ed's lungs as if he had taken a good punch to the solar plexus. “Rebecca- you're with the military?”

Ed stared up at the man in pressing silence. It was like he was watching the scene unfold as a third party, standing next to his frozen body, unaffected.

“Dad-” Al began next to him, taking a hulking step forward, his usually soft tinny voice stern.

“My name is Edward,” he cut in, toneless and blank faced, and Hohenheim’s brows knotted in a frown.

“Let go of my subordinate, I will not be asking again-” Mustang hissed from somewhere behind his shoulder, Alphonse audibly nodding his agreement.

“I'm her father,” Hohenheim said as if that was all reasoning required and yanked Ed off balance with a firm tug on his trapped wrist, making him stumble another step forward. “What's going on, Rebecca? What happened to you brother? What did you do?”

Edward's breath caught in his tight throat. His wrist throbbed. He bit back a wince.

“It's Edward,” he breathed again, but his voice was weak and small and barely audible, and he hated himself for it.

“You think I don't recognise my own daughter? I was there for your birth, I gave you your name–what is this, some kind of charade for the sake of your military career?” the last words dripped from his lips like poison, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses, and his fingers tightened around his wrist. This time, Edward couldn't suppress his pained whimper.

“You're hurting him!” Alphonse called, one armoured hand shooting out, but Hohenheim yanked his hand back as if burned before he could make contact. Ed ripped his arm away, cradling it to his chest, and took two quick steps backwards. The added distance wasn't nearly enough.

Something in the man's eyes changed, then, softened, and he let his hand drop to his side, fingers flexing.

“I didn't mean-” he said to Ed, who just glared and sneered, but paused before something akin to an apology could actually leave his mouth–Edward couldn't say he was surprised.

Hohenheim turned to Alphonse. Hawkeye moved from her place beside the Colonel to Edward's other side on silent soles, so that he was flanked by both adults. Inexplicably, something tight inside him uncoiled ever so slightly.

“Him?” Hohenheim said as if he hadn't heard every single time someone had referred to Edward before this instance.

Al nodded. “He's my brother,” he said softly, and Edward swallowed hard, still so affected by the way his little brother spoke those words, effortless and earnest.

The man's mouth tightened into a hard line, and he lowered his head, the reflection of his glasses hiding his eyes from view.

“Your mother would be heartbroken if she could see you like this,” he said quietly, and the numbness encompassing Ed was devoured by an inferno of rage as though with a snap of the Colonel's fingers.

“You do not get to talk about our mother,” he snarled, storming out from the protective cocoon of Mustang and Hawkeye to crowd into Hohenheim's space, his face twisted with fury.

“You-” He jabbed his automail finger into the man's chest, hard. “keep her name out of your mouth, do you understand me? You have no fucking right-”

“Edward.” Somehow, his real name from that man's mouth felt more like a slap to the face than the other one had. “Understand- you took her daughter from her. You took my daughter from me.”

His arm dropped. Spots danced across his vision as though he had taken a blow to the nose, and Ed stumbled backwards-

Right into a pair of strong arms.

“Alright, that's enough. Boys, we're leaving,” Mustang said, low and controlled, and took Ed by his automail arm with a gentleness that was by no means necessary–but still appreciated, even though he wouldn't admit to that out loud–, turning him around, breaking his gaze away from Hohenheim.

Hawkeye lowered her gun, but didn't put it away yet. Alphonse let out a muffled sigh, and then he fell into step behind them.

“Wait- Flame Alchemist,” Hohenheim called, and Mustang let out a long breath, his brow creased with annoyance.

“What?” he snapped, only halfway turned around, his arm a protective barrier between Ed and that man.

“They're my children. I have a right to them.”

A burst of hysterical laughter tore from Ed's throat, but neither man acknowledged him. Al lowered his head with a soft creak, mumbling a tiny brother that tugged on something deep inside his ribcage.

Mustang scoffed. “They're orphans on paper. I'm their legal guardian. You have the right to fuck right off.”

With that, he wrapped his arm tighter around Ed and firmly led him away, Alphonse following without another word.

His chest hurt, and his wrist throbbed, but the tight knot in his stomach loosened with every step he took.

[spring-lxcked]

SB!verse william with his annoying ass smart home except it's all his own tech. gives glitcht.rap access to it One Time and regrets it forever

[vastiitas]

cole is not actually that much of a yapper tbh, i think at times he can veer towards laconic

[quackity1999]

We think you deserve a space where you aren't fighting tooth and nail for what's yours. Please let us anons help you find it, Quackity, ok?

i already have it. it's called las nevadas. i'm not leaving this behind anytime soon, alright? i built this nation from its bare bones. the alternative space is my nest but, i don't have much time for that lately. it's a little beaten down. i— i'll fix that. when i'm able to, i mean—

[wildfairies]

"solas is ooc" is this why i suddenly find him super hot?

[koumeowkami]

i can't believe some person on twt wants to teach me about cozmez's personality as if i didn't know them better than my pockets

[demonwebs]

ppl rly be out there making ocs with such cool unique designs and then vhaal is just over here on my shoulder like 'i guess i'll dye my hair a super normal color for fun hehe'

[numiolaes]

i wonder how many people would stop bitching about the writing for this show if they could've binged it all and had at least one scene per episode where someone stated everything explicitly like that one scene w/ satan in futurama