#soldiers feet

[feet2eat]

🇮🇱 @takeapotshot

[waitineedaname]

shoes in FMA rated on how comfortable they'd be to fight in

Edward Elric

considering Ed's uhhh very distinct taste in aesthetics, these could be a lot worse. they look relatively comfortable and don't seem like they'd be difficult to move around in. they are platforms though, which I imagine makes things more difficult. I'll be generous and give these a 7/10

Most of the Amestrian military

pretty much everyone in uniform wears the same shoes, so I'm lumping them all together. these are Roy's, if that matters. they look fine. I imagine that because it is part of a military uniform, it's designed to be moved around in and worn for hours on end, so ideally they're relatively comfortable. it doesn't look like there's much traction, but they're usually fighting on flat surfaces so whatever. 8/10

Fu and Lan Fan

these shoes fucking rule. the picture I've included is Lan Fan's, but they wear p much the same shoes. I fucking love these things. they have spikes. Edward Elric fucking wishes. considering this seems to be part of the bodyguard uniform, I'd imagine they're as easy to run around in as the military shoes, if not better since they're expected to be doing martial arts in them. but most importantly, they have spikes. 10/10, no notes.

Ling and Mei

on the topic of doing martial arts, both Ling and Mei wear these.... I'm not sure what they are. flats? slippers? it's unclear. (EDIT: they are apparently Kung Fu shoes!) they seem relatively easy to move around in I guess since they're not very cumbersome and both Ling and Mei rely on being very nimble. they look like they have absolutely no support in the soles though, which is gonna get painful after a certain point. also depending on what fabric they're made of, they could definitely start chafing. I've worn flats. I know that hell. 7/10 for the potential blisters, but at least they're designed specifically for martial arts

Greedling and Bradley

it's hard to get a good shot in this scene because neither of them stop moving, but I swear to god, they're fighting in dress shoes. I cannot stand them. this CANNOT be comfortable. I know Greed prioritizes aesthetics over function so this was probably a compromise between his and Ling's tastes but ohhh my god. he was probably wasting so much of the philosopher's stone just passively healing the million blisters on his feet from running around in these things. there's a chance Bradley is wearing the military uniform shoes but I think he was in more formal dress when he got blown the fuck up, so I don't think so. no wonder he complains about being sore, quit running around in dress shoes you fucking moron. 4/10.

Greed

THESE FUCKING THIIIIIIIINGS. WHY ARE THEY POINTY AT THE END. WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE HIT HIS FOOT WITH A MALLET AND FLATTENED THEM. he's so dumb. I love him. looking at these things tells me he would probably wear goth cowboy boots if he could, and tbh that would probably look better. 3/10 for Greed's overall silly as hell fashion sense

Lust

okay. the heels make sense considering her whole vibe. however. these are part of her fucking BODY. when she gets incinerated, they grow back. can she even take them off???? I'm scared to ask. I guess if theyre part of her body, she doesn't have to worry about adjusting to balancing in them like you would normally with heels, but oh my god. she can never wear normal shoes. I would also be murderous if I had to wear heels all the time. 4/10.

Father and Izumi

guys. these are sandals. it has been four hundred years and Father is still wearing the same outfit he was wearing in the damn desert. find a new outfit man. Izumi is apparently wearing bathroom slippers (hence the WC) so idk why she's even wearing those out of the house. Father gets 0/10 and Izumi gets 1/10 because she still manages to kick everyone's asses while wearing these, so respect

Envy

PUT YOUR FUCKING TOES AWAY. -10000000/10

[5ummit]

by plasticlamb

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

[whaliiwatching]

unfair, he says, meaning something else entirely

[waterlinkedgirl]

Musical Touken Ranbu: Michinooku ~ Hitotsu Hachisu (Michinooku ~ A Single Lotus)

Here we go! Only a few days after the archive release and toumyu's ninth anniversary (congratulations!)

Michioku, or Michihasu, is a myu I have many conflicting feelings about, both positive and negative. However, I do believe that with the right amount of care in the next Mika-related story myu, the negative can still be cleared. Plus, I'm glad about a lot of things being re-established. The writer does need to step up her game a little on the plot-writing side of things, as well as the understanding-and-respecting-past-myu side of things, but as long as she does, this can still be given a proper place within what was already established.

Keep in mind that these are only the subtitle files, timed and tled to the DMM senshuuraku and the bluray respectively. The archive version will have a talk at the start, so the starting times of the subs will have to be delayed accordingly.

You can find the subtitles and my TL notes document here!

[strobbylemonade]

on the job

[abyssal-ilk]

posting that sketch yesterday made me remember just how much i love my taashath so i did another doodle <3

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 29

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: violence

Trading Blows (not a euphemism sorry)

Every night you had slept solidly, too soundly for even nightmares to leak through. Kid and Killer had been wearing you out, and not in a fun way. Between daily kitchen duty, which you had begun to enjoy, and Kid testing your ability to put things together after he had taken them apart, you barely had time to do your actual job on the ship as the doctor. The hole in the infirmary wall was still there. You still refused to fix it. But you were getting tired of Kid annoying you while you tried to work. Maybe he was annoying you on purpose so you would fix it and he wouldn't have to. 

Today, you had chosen to watch the crew's training. You also figured it would be good to be on stand by in case someone got carried away. There were no weapons, no devil fruit powers allowed, only hand to hand. You watched as Dive got scolded for biting, even though she won. Killer stood next to you, watching as well, shouting critiques or encouragement as he saw fit. Everyone got excited to watch Heat and Wire spar. They were pretty evenly matched. Wire had the upper hand just from being so much bigger. Pretty soon they were grappling on the ground, each trying to pin the other. It went on for some time before Killer called it. Then he had them stay and fight with all rookies at once. Even though they were outnumbered, they were far from outclassed and ended it quickly. You half-wished Kid was present so you could get in a few licks on him. Actually, it would be really interesting to watch he and Killer spar. 

"Earth to Y/N." Killer thwapped the back of your head.

"Sorry. What?" You were lost in thought. 

"You're up." 

Your eyebrows knit together. "Oh no, I'm here for first-aid purposes."

"So is that what you'll tell enemies if they come after you?"

Leveling a glare at him, you hopped from your sitting place and walked to the center of the deck. You waited there with your arms crossed. Killer didn't ask anyone to face you, he left it open to whoever wanted to try. To your dismay, Wire volunteered. It wasn't a secret that he didn't like you. At least you wouldn't be tempted to hold back, like you would with Heat, since you actually liked Heat.

You had no idea how the guy fought, other than what you just saw, so you would let him make the first move. Wire took a swing at you, which you swiftly dodged. Followed by another, then another. He was really coming after you. You dodged everything he gave to you, watching how he moved. He was strong, like Kid, but he had more grace. After you let him push you back a fair amount, you decided it was time to make a move on him. His next punch left him open on the same side. You deflected his hand with your arm, forcing his body to twist furthering exposing his side. You lodged your boot between his ribs, smiling when he made a satisfying coughing noise with your hit. He wasn't expecting that and was struggling to maintain balance. Using the momentum of your kick, you allowed your body to move forward, sliding closer to Wire, and bringing your interlocked hands down onto the back of his neck, sending him the rest of the way to the ground. Instead of jumping on top of him, you backed off and let him get up. You could tell right away he was mad. You hadn't really hurt him, but he was embarrassed that he let that happen in front of his crew.

Both of you were panting after a series of blows and parries. Neither of you got a solid hit on the other. He had glanced your cheek and you nearly avoided a black eye. You thought Killer might call it like he had with Wire and Heat's match, but his eyes watched you intently. You could feel it. Wire's weight shifted slightly, alerting you to an impending kick. The second he struck, you dropped to your hands and swept your leg underneath his remaining standing one, avoiding his kick and causing him to end up on the floor again. This time you didn't give him the opportunity to get up, swiftly throwing yourself on top of him and getting him into a hold. 

Dusting yourself off after your win, you expected to be done. You took a deep breath to slow your fast-paced heartbeat. Standing up, you noticed that the crowd hadn't dissipated. Wire was frowning deeply on the sidelines, and Killer wasn't in his spot. Looking around for him, your stomach flipped when you saw him take Wire's position opposite you. Emma must have seen your face and gave you an encouraging thumbs up. You had bested Killer once before, might as well try your shot at it again. There was no avoiding it. 

Killer didn't give you a chance to think before he was on you. He was much faster and harder to evade than Wire. You swung at him when you thought you had a good opening and he caught your wrist, pulling you up until your feet were off the ground. Grabbing the same wrist with your opposite hand for support, you swung one leg to hook over his arm and used it to anchor yourself so you could have leverage when you kicked him in the back of the head. Even with his helmet, you knew it would rattle him enough to loosen his grip so you could pull free. When you dropped down, you tried the same leg sweep you used for Wire, but Killer was ready for it, kicking your back. You landed hard on your stomach with an oof, quickly rolling over to avoid getting hit while you lost sight of Killer. His foot landed where you had been seconds before. He was not going easy on you. And you would have been insulted if he did. 

You jumped back up to your feet. Now you had a better understanding of Killer's speed. Your arms were going to be a patchwork collection of bruises tomorrow from blocking Killer's attacks. He didn't give you any chances to hit back. A flicker of red at the edge of your vision alerted you to Kid's presence. In the split second you were distracted, Killer landed a hit to your stomach, knocking the wind from you. Doubling over, you coughed, trying to get the air to return to your lungs. Using it as bait, you stayed like that to draw him in. Just as you thought he would, he took advantage of your recovery, stepping to attempt an undercut to your chin. You moved at the last second and while his arm was still in the upswing, slipped behind him and landed a series of jabs about halfway down his back, towards the side, right where his kidneys sat. Predictably, he brought his arm back down, attempting to elbow you while he pivoted to get you away from his back. You were faster this time, slipping further around him you maintain your place at his back. As he tried to keep up with you, he kept his weight on the pivoting foot, leaning slightly. You used this opportunity to kick the back of that knee, forcing it to buckle. Killer couldn't get his other leg quite under him in time and was down on one knee. Still at his back, now that he was more on your level, you jumped on him, wrapping the crook of your elbow around his neck and grabbing it with your other hand. You attached yourself to his back with your legs solidly locked around him so he couldn't shake you off. You heard his breath become raspy as you tightened your hold on him.

"Tap out," you hissed at him. You could feel him struggle to remove you, but with traps that big, it was hard to move his arms to reach his back. He settled for trying to unhook your feet from around him, so you squeezed him as hard as you could with your thighs, trying to force the remainder of his air out. Killer let himself fall backwards, crushing you between him and the deck, but you were prepared for that, not loosening your grip for a second. He picked his head up and brought it back against yours. You felt a crunch in your nose, followed by something hot and wet running down your face and shooting pain radiating through your entire face. Your grip faltered and Killer sat up with a sharp, deep breath in. You coughed as blood tickled the back of your throat, sending a crimson sprinkle to paint the deck. Growling, you launched yourself at Killer, who was just standing up, knocking him back to the deck. You had a knee pressed into his back and you had caught one of his wrists to bend his arm behind his back, catching the other wrist and pinning it too. Killer managed to buck you off, causing you to roll onto your back. He was on all-fours, attempting to pin you in return. You pushed your self out from under him and brought a kick around to his helmet, hitting him in such a way, that there was a click. 

Maybe your shoe had snagged or maybe your kick was simply well-aimed, but as if it were in slow motion, Killer's helmet came unlatched and was thrown from his head. An icy blue eye caught your own, reflecting the same surprise that shone in yours. Even though it seemed like an eternity, with the same quickness you had mustered before, you threw yourself in front of him and hugged his head into your chest to stop anyone from seeing his face. Not the best option, but it was all you could do at the time. It would have taken too long to whip your shirt off at him. You could hear Kid yell Killer's name and run after his helmet. 

"Killer, I'm so sorry." You kept apologizing to him over and over. It came out slightly nasally and wet due to the state your nose was in. "I didn't mean to." Killer said something back. You couldn't hear it but could feel the vibrations tickle your sternum. You loosened your hug, still covering him. "Huh?"

"I can't... breathe," he panted. 

You started to apologize again when Kid put his hand over your eyes and pulled you away from Killer with one hand, and slapping Killer's helmet on his head with the other in one swift motion.

"Killer? Ya good?" That might have been the first time you heard Kid with genuine concern in his voice.

You were on your back, pushed up with your elbows, trying to catch your breath. 

Killer nodded.

Kid turned his attention to the crew. "Alright. Training's over. Get back to it." Kid extended his hand to help Killer to his feet. 

Looking around, you saw as the crew all uncovered their faces. They had all turned away or blocked their own eyes when Killer's helmet had come off. The level of respect and consideration they had for their first-mate made your heart skip. They cared deeply for each other. It was made clearer and clearer every day you spent with them.

It was an accident, yet you felt guilty for causing it to happen. You quickly got up and disappeared into the infirmary before Kid or Killer could get angry at you for the mistake. You still didn't understand why Killer wore a helmet in the first place, but you did know how important it was to him that no one saw his face. You felt like had done something else to give them reason not to trust you. 

You leaned over the sink, washing the partially dried blood from your face so you could assess the damage to your nose. Peering into the mirror, it was definitely bent wrong, crooked. Using the same methodology Kid had been teaching you, you had also been studying some medical texts, learning how everything was supposed to work so that you would be better at repairing things with your power. Gingerly, you pulled your nose back into its normal position, with a strained groan, "Fuuuuuck." A glowing yellow light emanated from your hand, almost instantly relieving the pain. A few drops of blood trickled out as it set correctly. You washed the fresh blood from your face and started healing the bruises and welts forming on your body. A voice startled you as you walked back out into the main room of the infirmary from the bathroom. 

Killer was leaning against the counter, "Y/N".

Cautiously, you folded your arms and stood some distance away from him. He didn't seem angry. "Need me to... patch something up?" Why else would he be here?

He shook his head, but didn't say anything.

"Oh." You felt hot for some reason and averted your eyes to stare at your feet. "Are you m-"

"Thank you."

"What?" You stared at him blankly. "You're... not mad?"

"It was an accident." 

You unfolded your arms, breathing in a sigh of relief. You thought you had fucked up again. 

"And you tried to make it right... even if you did suffocate me." There was an amused tone in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile coyly. "Sorry.... and you're welcome." You let out a nervous laugh. "People normally have to pay for that service."

Killer appeared to be in thought. "Can I barter for it instead?" You must have seemed confused because he continued. "Dinner of your choice?"

You perked up at that. Much like Mini, you were food motivated. "I get to pick?" Killer nodded. "Spaghetti." It was your all-time favorite food. And you hadn't had it since before you had been stuck on the island.

Killer was charmed by the way you lit up at the idea. "Spaghetti it is."

"Do you want me to help?" It seemed like quite a task to make spaghetti for the entire crew. How much Parmesan would he need to grate?

"Uh, no. I got it." It was weird for someone to offer to help with their own date, but he figured you felt bad about the helmet thing and wanted to be nice. His head cocked at the enormous hole that was still in the wall. "You haven't fixed that yet?"

You eyed him. "Kid's supposed to."

"He told me you were gonna fix it." Killer shook his head. Of course he fibbed. 

"Fuckin bastard", you mumbled. 

"WHO YOU CALLIN BASTARD?" Kid yelled from the other side of the hole. 

Before you could retort, Killer scolded him, "Are you eavesdropping?!"

Kid appeared with a smirk, "S'not eavesdropping if it's loud enough fer me to hear." His eyes shifted to you and he frowned. "Aw man. I thought someone would finally have a more fucked up nose than me."

You rolled your eyes. "I like your fucked up nose." Realizing how it came out, you quickly amended, "I mean it doesn't look that bad." It was too late. You could see Kid's chest swell with the compliment and you grimaced. "Fix that fucking hole, Captain!" The tops of your ears were burning red as you left.

After you left, Killer crossed his arms at Kid. "Don't."

"Girl presses her tits into your face ONE TIME and yer askin to make her dinner." Kid was cackling so hard he was holding his chest.

Next Chapter

[bratisland]

i really want to write a lil something for the 7, the boys, and soldier boy rescuing a merman/maid supe! reader that got stuck in a really nasty net and they're barely alive on the shore before they are found, they're like an extremely ethereal type of a merman/maid...its almost suspicious how ..otherwordly gorgeous they are...but some characters will fall into them like starved animals and some might straight up not give a fuck.. i can make it sexual if yall want me to... im not sure about writing this so i guess its smthg like an interest check?

[fisheito]

@requiodile EXACTLY my thoughts !!!! rei's too old and tired and will probably have to clean the loads outa his butt for the next several hours. yakumo can carry HIMSELF back home after wreaking that kind of destruction

[harringroveera]

Steve: A little bit yeah

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

[truckman816]

[eggl-rd]

Hey look buddy, I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems, for instance: How am I going to stop some mean mother hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous be-hind? The answer, use a gun, and if that don't work... Use more gun. Take for instance this heavy caliber tripod mounted lil' old number designed by me, built by me, and you best hope... Not pointed at you.