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dailyfigures · 5 months
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Edward Elric & Alphonse Elric ; Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood ☆ Proof
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disposablepapercup · 5 months
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kind hands.
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hyolks · 3 months
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oh turtle neck half sleeves tactical gear. you are my weakness .
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carnivorous-eden · 2 months
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Sketches of the only shonen protag ever
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I am obsessed with the way Mustang just took over the role of Ed and Al’s dad. He took one look at those boys and went “oops guess im a father now” whether he was aware of it or not.
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“It’s been awhile since we saw each other… why don’t we have a cup of tea?”
HE MISSES THEM AND WANTS TO HAVE TEA WITH EDWARD TO TALK ABOUT THINGS. THIS MAN IS LITERALLY A FATHER.
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AND THE WAY HE JUST?? SETS UP MEETINGS WITH PEOPLE TO HELP ED??? (Yes, even though Tucker is a horrible person, he potentially had a lot of information that could’ve been very useful to Edward. And Mustang wasted absolutely no time in helping him.)
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AND THE WAY HE SENDS HAVOC TO GO PICK THEM UP. HE LITERALLY PULLED THE “Sorry I’m busy and I can’t pick up my kids can you go get them for me”
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aliflower88 · 8 months
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Riza figure study
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caesarinsalata · 1 month
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I was looking for something to draw and found a body swap au...
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riveluart · 11 months
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Royai Week 2023 Day 4 Afterglow
This one really gave me a hard time trying to figure out what I wanted to do
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saturnaous · 2 months
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I think. Alphonse has a lot of dealings with disassociation and being in a body without nerves.
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ultimaventus · 5 months
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Updated 2023 Royai shelf!! Plus some random other stuff I've collected over the year lol 😊 I've had a random burst of love for fma in the past few months so I've gone a little crazy with collecting stuff :)
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vrieseasees · 6 months
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Team Mustang! I'm a sucker for squad guys lol gotta collect em all.....
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dailyfigures · 1 year
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Edward Elric & Alphonse Elric ; Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood ☆ Good Smile Company
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pineappleshake · 11 months
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i’ve been dragged back into my miraculous lady bug era but i was just thinking abt how cute these 2 would be in ml dynamics omg
but i’ve also been kinda thinking cos its kinda hard to classify who would be who- like yeah ok ed rocking that red costume and ling being that classic funky lil guy who gets angry sometimes and is too greedy for his own good sometimes
but like it also works the other way around right where ling is the good ol ladybug who just wants to do right for his people while Ed has a shitty father, no mother, and like, angry sometimes. like i’d go on and on about this if i had to because sometimes when i’m thinking about it, it all works out somewhat (but idk where al went <:0 ) also the hair would be like the same as og miraculous lady bug which is kinda sick 
but basically, im so normally about the idea of these two being chat noir and lady but
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hyolks · 1 year
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jackasses
+bonus real smooth ling. real smooth
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royai · 5 months
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The girl knotted her hands in her lap, her mouth brittle from a lack of moisture, skin flapping as she spoke in small, little girl circles.
“Where’s Daddy?”
She broke one hand free and traced old coffee rings on the tabletop with a finger. Her gaze was a wild animal, eyes ping-ponging from the door to the rings and back again, again, again. Riza’s stomach clenched like she’d laid it out on a bed of ice. Plucked it right from the tunnel of her throat.
“Where’s Daddy?” the girl said. Her name was Nina. She was five years old. The left side of her face was still loamy, her left arm and leg as flaccid as licorice. She reminded Riza of those women in the nursing homes, speaking through half a mouth, one eyelid meaty and drooping, a full eighty years older than the child seated across from her.
Riza inhaled. She smelled soil and musk; floral shampoo and stinging sulfur. Nina looked at her briefly then away again.
“Your daddy is okay,” she said. The words were oddly supple in her mouth, like rolling a grape behind your teeth and on the soft bed of your tongue. She licked her lips as though to reset. “Your daddy is in trouble,” she said, “and will not be seeing you for some time.”
Nina might have cried if she had the faculties. Her eyes were stuffy with wet, but nothing spilled. The alchemists weren’t sure how much of her they extracted versus Alexander, and could dogs cry?
The left side of Nina’s body rippled. Riza recalled the gummy mess as chimera was split into girl and dog. The stretch of Nina’s flesh as eye sockets caverned and lips pulled away from teeth. The tangle of wires in the arms and legs of her body as they slivered and snapped into position. Riza didn’t know what she had been expecting, but the welter of limbs and eyes and ears and bone on the floor had not been it.
That the girl was still asking after her father left Riza desolate and nostalgic. The dirt under Nina’s nails was reminiscent of Riza’s own chewed and filthy fingers of girlhood. The crust of snot around Nina’s nose and the way Riza used to rub it off on her sleeve. The overalls and the pebbles Riza kept there to make arenas in her room (for marbles, ones her father kept in his study and that had belonged to her mother, never to be touched except when her father was in Central or with Roy, or both). The holes in her shoes from walking into town to trade rabbit skins for vegetables, none of which Riza could grow because she was not good enough. The stinging stench of metal on her fingertips after she handled her rifle, and the way she never washed her hands so she could press her fingers to her nose and it would wake her; and she held power in those fingers.
Maybe her back had looked gummy as her father pricked his research into her, too.
“Where’s Daddy?” said Nina.
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starryrock · 4 months
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Might make an art based off this later. Idk. Time will tell.
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