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⨳ — SEND A NUMBER;

Send a number and I’ll write a starter based on the icon. If the number exceeds the amount of icons, start counting again from 1.

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.}

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“ I must ask, since I’m quite intrigued—what on earth is a chocobo? ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #i sense deception to come.{dash comm.}

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//eyyyy rat man has been buzzing around in my brain lately so! Like this for a lil starter >:Dc

#you who know all the answers.{ooc.}

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Consider this express permission to come into my askbox and ROAST my muse!

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.} #but here was a man mourning tomorrow.{queue.}

[madalchcmist]

random headcanon q’s 

1. is your muse able to keep a secret?

2. is your muse skilled at using technology?

3. how skilled is your muse at communication? 

4. who would your muse consider their best friend?

5. are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood? 

6. what is something that ticks your muse off, no matter what?

7. what clothes does your muse feel most comfortable in? why?

8. how many fights has your muse been a part of? how did they fare?

9. does your muse have any nervous habits? (biting lip, fidgeting, etc.)

10. how often does your muse find themselves daydreaming? what about?

11. how often does your muse cry? do they cry silently, privately, or out in the open?

12. what is a lesson your muse’s parent(s)/guardian taught them that they still hold onto?

13. is your muse proficient at any musical instruments? how long did it take them to learn?

14. does your muse prefer cooler or warmer weather? how does the heat/cold affect them?

15. does your muse know how to cook? what is the most complicated dish they’re able to make?

16. is your muse argumentative? if not, what is a topic they feel strongly enough about to argue for?

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.}

[madalchcmist]

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood  {Sentence Starters}

“Can I eat him?“

“I hope you’re wrong about that.“

“I can’t believe you’ve done this.“

“Either way, you’re just as dead.“

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?“

“Yes, that’s very good. Well done!”

“Keep moving, whatever it takes…”

“Are you surprised? He’s clearly insane.“

“We might even get killed along the way.“

“What do you keep punching me like that for?“

“Are you gonna shut down like this every time?“

“Do you really think you can get away with this?“

“Human foolishness never ceases to amaze me.“

“There are some lines you really shouldn’t cross.“

“It’s all becoming clear now. You did it, didn’t you?“

“I’m not sure they even know we’re here, anymore.“

“Could be slight of hand, some cheap trick like that.“

“In the end, burning the entire place down was easier.“

“People don’t come back from the dead, _____. Not ever.”

“I don’t see what you’re so upset about. This is how we progress.”

“Excuse me, but do you know who this person is, by any chance?“

“You of all people should know: great deeds require great sacrifice.“

“That hope was all I had left! What am I supposed to believe in now?”

“I don’t want to go back to those days again. I don’t even think I could.”

“Why didn’t you run away when I told you to? What kind of idiot are you?”

“Keep moving forward. You’ve got two good legs. So get up and use them.“

“Hands down, that’s got to be the funniest joke I’ve heard in a long, long time.”

“If ever there was an example of the Devil’s work in this world, this would definitely be it.“

“Take my leg. Take my arm! Take my heart… anything, you can have it! Just give him back!”

“Will you sit in that chair wallowing in self-pity, or will you stand up and seize the chance?”

“My motives aren’t so sophisticated as ‘revenge’ or ‘honor’ or any of that. The reason I killed all of those men was because I could. It’s that simple.”

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.} #tw death mention #ask to tag

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//eyyyy rat man has been buzzing around in my brain lately so! Like this for a lil starter >:Dc

#you who know all the answers.{ooc.}

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Try to break my muse in five words or less.

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.} #//this bastard too

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shiroi---kumo​ ; . . . .

This man is strange and he doesn’t know what to make of him. He’s ended up at the Comodeen on his own, and he arrived here apparently before the rest of them. Did he see the state he was in when he arrived? He hopes not because rising from the dead to a stranger is always an awkward topic to explain.  Is this man the reason that Miss Lyssa insists on hiding? He can’t find the girl any where and she only seems to creep out in the middle of the night to get to him - when no one else is around to see her or maybe possibly there to snatch her up and carry her away. 

Miss Lyssa is who he’s referring to, isn’t it? But he was under the impression that Miss Lyssa was a child in Eversti’s care. He had referred to her as such, did he not? 

“Beg your pardon, Sir but I don’t believe I caught your name and can you please clarify to me who you mean by her?” 

He’s finally well enough to be up and about, even if he’s still stuck in the medical wing at Cid’s request. Even so, Miss Lyssa was the only one he’d told the status of this place. In reality, the Unlimited’s home. They might have been on the move constantly but the people here still welcomed them Home like they never left whenever they returned.

They still had rooms here. They still had places of their own. The Snow White Prince still had a room in which he could keep all of his treasures and a place to rest when they managed to come back here uninjured however rare such an occurrence was.  

She had been the only one he whispered where to find such a place. The room the Snow White Prince occupied more with things than his own person. A place of pictures and books. Soft blankets and plush pillows. A place for gifts from those who stole his heart in return. That silly plush toy that resembled his mighty mist dragons. A place that holds the things that keep pieces of his heart in them. 

He had whispered to her where to find it - his room - within this maze of corridors and unfamiliar faces so that she had a place to hide as she wished to because it was becoming more apparent on the daily that the girl seemed to be uncomfortable around everyone but him, and there was only so much he could do stuck in the medical wing, alone. He’s up and about today though. Permitted to walk around at least a little. Enough to find new books to read and stretch his legs. 

“I just want to make sure we’re speaking of the same person. I cannot deliver a message if I do not know who it’s addressed to after all.” 

He can’t help but worry.

He is a parent, after all, he is a father and his daughter is lost in this odd, odd place, this place that its inhabitants had dubbed ‘Wonderland’.

(Personally, he thought it anything but a land of wonders; though he tended to think that a world full of things that could very easily end his life should he make one wrong step rather terrifying. Fascinating, perhaps, but terrifying nonetheless.)

He’s been in this place for a good bit, now. He tries to help where and when he can, do as much as possible to earn his keep. It’s not like he hadn’t done this same song and dance before(though, admittedly, that was when he was quite a bit younger). The best part about it, he’s found, is that he doesn’t have to worry about drawing out transmutation circles every time the need to transmute arises. These people don’t know alchemy, not his kind of alchemy at least, and thus they also will not have any idea what it means when he doesn’t use a traditional circle.

The sense of anonymity is relieving, in all honesty.

At least, it was. Until more people from his world showed up, people from the military, and that was something that could very easily turn the tides against his favor should they figure anything out.

It wasn’t all bad, though; he could still salvage this, he just had to be more careful.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Until he saw her.

Yes, she looked different—different clothes than he’d last seen her in, ashes clinging to her skin, blood—it took every ounce of self-restraint he had left in him to keep from grabbing her up and never letting go again. He didn’t need to draw too much attention, and that would certainly do it. He hadn’t mentioned having a daughter, before; he hoped that she wasn’t here. That she was home, that she was safe.

Of course, things are never that simple.

And she was here, right alongside him in this living hell dressed up as a fairytale.

He had tried to find her afterward, but it was no use, aside from brief glimpses every once in a while. His little girl was always good at hiding when she wanted to and unless she wanted to come out, she wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t press the issue. If she wanted to hide for a while, then she could. She always left her hiding spot eventually and end the game, and after that he would talk to her. Try and offer some comfort, at the very least.

Until then, however.....he is a bit stuck.

With not much else to do, Axel tries to make himself busy with exploring the Comodeen a little more. He hadn’t found the time(or, honestly, the energy) to do so, and now was as good a time as ever.

And so he finds himself coming face to face with someone. The name slips Axel’s mind, but he recognizes that it’s the same person that was brought into the facility when the others arrived; when his daughter had.

Really, he hadn’t meant to say the words aloud. Perhaps a part of him still felt bitter in regards to his child avoiding him; and yet most of the time, whenever he’d caught sight of her, it was always near what he had been told was the Medical Wing, where this unfortunate person had ended up. He could connect the dots well enough.

But even so, he’d dug himself a hole and Axel didn’t wish to dig any deeper.

“ My apologies, ” he begins, a tense smile finding a home in his expression. “ There’s no pardon necessary at all, it was my mistake. I was thinking aloud, there is no message to deliver. In regards to who I am—my name is Axel. What is yours, if you don’t mind giving it? ”

He holds out a hand; a gesture of goodwill, an offer to begin their encounter again. 

At least, he hoped the other would see it as such.

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #force the hand of nature’s accidents.{03 v2.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #shiroi---kumo #Arc: Amestris No More. #tw blood mention #but here was a man mourning tomorrow.{queue.}

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@alchemic-elric​ asked: 🎁

Wrapped. | Accepting! | 88: Father’s Lament ; Poor Man’s Poison

“ They won’t tell you that I tried—I try every day of my life. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #when everything goes dark.{bh.} #the final say.{asks.} #alchemic-elric #//hOOOO this one's a heavy hitter #//and oddly appropriate . oof #but here was a man mourning tomorrow.{queue.}

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

#you don’t get to make the rules.{memes.}

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plantmusic​ ; .....

“'The wreck’? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, дедушка.”

“ It’s a figure of speech. A metaphor, if you will. ”

He adjusts his glasses, giving a soft hum of consideration.

“ Think of it a different way, perhaps: ‘the tallest flower calls the shears’. Is that understood easier? ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #rush where angels dare not tread.{03.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #plantmusic #//oh here we go

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@plantmusic​ ♥'d.

“ Your boldness stands alone among the wreck. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #rush where angels dare not tread.{03.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #plantmusic

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@shiroi---kumo​ ♥'d.

“ Well, tell her that I miss our little talks. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #force the hand of nature’s accidents.{03 v2.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #shiroi---kumo

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@musesofthemoon​​ ♥'d.

“ We all have our own delusions. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #when everything goes dark.{bh.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #musesofthemoon

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@blasphemicalchemy​ ♥'d.

“ If you’re still mad, that’s okay. I don’t need you to like me. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #when everything goes dark.{bh.} #this grand game of deception.{threads.} #blasphemicalchemy

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Gonna be a busy day today but! Feel free to like this for a lyric starter so I can get this bastard awake in my brain <3

#you who know all the answers.{ooc.} #//will start working on these in a bit