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Was in the mood for some royed since I binged FMA brotherhood, enjoy!Full uncensored version on my t

Was in the mood for some royed since I binged FMA brotherhood, enjoy!

Full uncensored version on my twitter (same name as here). ;)


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Started watching FMA again and I just,,,,love my old ships my dude

Started watching FMA again and I just,,,,love my old ships my dude


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Темноволосые черти. Обожаю их

0-aredhel-0:Yesterday I finished watching FMA for the first time and yes it’s 2018 so I’m super late0-aredhel-0:Yesterday I finished watching FMA for the first time and yes it’s 2018 so I’m super late

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Yesterday I finished watching FMA for the first time and yes it’s 2018 so I’m super late but I love one (1) man I’m sorry for this


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roy mustang | fullmetal alchemist manga icons (300x300)

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roy mustang | fullmetal alchemist icons (300x300)

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST DOROHEDORO AUed and his brother al are looking for the sorcerer that took their FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST DOROHEDORO AUed and his brother al are looking for the sorcerer that took their FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST DOROHEDORO AUed and his brother al are looking for the sorcerer that took their FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST DOROHEDORO AUed and his brother al are looking for the sorcerer that took their

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST DOROHEDORO AU

ed and his brother al are looking for the sorcerer that took their bodies. the two are of mixed human / sorcerer blood, but for their safety, ed closely guards that secret.  greed, a sorcerer, is aided by a gang consisting of victims of sorcerers in his quest to becoming a demon. the gang meets in the devil’s nest, a derelict bar in a corner of the town that is named ‘hole’. roy resides in hole with a human named riza in hopes to live a simpler life than one in his past, but it won’t be that easy to get away from his former partner. kimblee is a powerful sorcerer, cleaner for the bradleyhomunculi family. his smoke is notorious in the world of sorcerers. is in need of a replacement partner.

not pictured: winry and pinako run the local clinic in hole, taking care of sorcerer victims. the other homunculi are a ‘family’ of strong magic users. their smoke magic is similar to their canon powers.


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phantomrose96:

fullmetalfish:

phantomrose96:

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Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about Roy straight up fire bending from his throat bc of that thing i just reblogged I’m sweating so bad FML FML FML FML!!!!

listen. its 1 am. i dunno


In Roy Mustang’s defense, he’d had his gloves shredded twice already. And for a man who relied on those gloves to keep his own head attached to his body, twice was twice too many.

In Roy Mustang’s defense, he understood a tattoo was an unsightly thing for a political figure to have. He’d mulled over it in silence, usually late at night staring at the ceiling of his empty apartment. It could be well-received, if he played it up as part of his Flame Alchemist persona. More likely it could tank his political career. The only popular tattooed alchemists were Solf Kimblee and Scar, and tossing himself in with their lot was probably political suicide.

In Roy Mustang’s defense, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to consult Riza Hawkeye on this decision. And she was the source of at least half the level-headed logic that drove him most days. He’d personally been the one to burn the Flame Alchemist tattoo off her back. He didn’t want to hurt her by letting her know he intended to get his own tattooed on.

This brought Roy to a series of conclusions: He could not continue relying solely on his gloves if he wanted to stay alive. He could not tattoo the flame transmutation circle anywhere the public (or Riza) would notice easily. And of course, it needed to be somewhere functional even if he were captured and immobilized.

The tattoo artist grimaced at the request. “Your neck?

The dentist only quirked an eyebrow. “You want flintfillings in your teeth? What, are you trying to chew sparks?”

Most importantly though, Roy Mustang had the money for it, and he had the unflinching, moronic resolve to follow through.

He was satisfied, after many hours of gritting his teeth and digging his finger nails into a tattoo parlor chair, with how suavely his uniform concealed the red transmutation circle just above his collar bone. It took some practice, cutting his teeth against each other at just the right angle to make the volatile fillings spark. It took even more practice to catch that spark and transmute it into a roiling flame. It took the most practice of all to do this without singeing the inside of his mouth to hell and back.

But stupidly enough, it worked.

And so Roy Mustang had a secret weapon.

And the real pity about secret weapons, when it comes down to it, is that they have to remain secret. Mustang went about his days with his tattoo concealed, and his teeth fillings hidden, and his lackluster gloves securely on his hands. He was eager, almost, for some eighth homunculus to hop out of the shadows and challenge him, if only so that he could know his genius had not gone to waste. Maybe Selim Bradley would grow a few more teeth and eyes and try to get the jump on Mustang. Maybe King Bradley himself would hop on out of his grave for a rematch, as Bradley had already proven himself once or twice to be perfectly capable of bouncing back from certain death.

No such thing happened. Three weeks passed entirely without incident. This annoyed Roy Mustang.

In the fourth week, something sort of happened.

It wasn’t an immortal monster, nor a creature aiming to become God, nor a human turned homunculus that jumped him on his walk home. No, it was a knobbly-kneed teen, face just a bit too shiny and oily in the lamplight, holding a quivering gun.

“Hands up,” the boy barked. Roy complied, almost giddily. Oops, oh no, no hands… Whatever could he do. “Money. I want your money. Your wallet. Where is it?”

“I can’t reach it with my hands up,” Roy answered.

“Don’t be smart! Where is it!?”

“My coat pocket.” Roy motioned with his head. “Come closer, and you can take it from my pocket. My hands are up.”

“Alright… Alright, no funny business!” the teen barked. He edged closer, his eyes flickering between Mustang’s hands, eyes, and coat pocket. Mustang felt like Christmas had come.

“Oh, one thing first,” Mustang said, and the teen stopped, paralyzed, hand tight to the gun. Mustang clicked his teeth, flashed a friendly grin, and exhaled. The entire night lit up in flame. “I’m a bit flammable this close up.”

The teen yelped. Or shrieked perhaps. Or attempted to vocalize some noise of utter horror and instead choked on his spit, yowling and sputtering like some stepped-on cat. He threw himself backward, landing butt-first on the pavement and scrambling, scooting away, turning over and launching himself to his feet in the opposite direction.

Roy watched the boy sprint away, until he was nothing but a pinprick in the distance. Then he bent down and picked up the gun. He smiled, and coughed, and coughed again, and didn’t stop coughing for a good 30 seconds, because unfortunately there was no way to breathe literal fire without feeling like he’d swallowed at least some of it.

It was still the best idea he’d had in his entire 29 years of living.

And god dammit it to hell that he couldn’t tell anyone…

Roy stared at the gun, emptying the chamber and stashing it in his coat pocket along with his wallet. He chewed his tongue and thought about it.

…Maybe he’d tell Edward.

He and Edward differed on a lot of opinions, and Edward was loathe to admit that Mustang had ever done anything right in his life.

But Edward, more than anyone, would understand this was absolutely cool as hell.

i was…. inspired ?

I cant hecking be liev e this

poetrymafia:A Week of FMA, Day 1: Damaged (by loss)“Humankind cannot gain anything without

poetrymafia:

A Week of FMA, Day 1: Damaged (by loss)

“Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy’s first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world’s one and only truth.”

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Me: goes to the Fullmetal Alchemist exhibition once Also me: (shhh, I know this scene could never ha

Me: goes to the Fullmetal Alchemist exhibition once
Also me:
(shhh, I know this scene could never have happened. It’s a metaphor)


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This origin story for the Roystache came up in my head and I couldn’t stop giggling.This origin story for the Roystache came up in my head and I couldn’t stop giggling.

This origin story for the Roystache came up in my head and I couldn’t stop giggling.


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Still obsessed with Mustang in the ending of Brotherhood/manga, even though I like the ending of 03 better.

Tried mixing my traditional technique that I use for figure drawing with the manga style.

Finished my Fullmetal Alchemist busts of Mustang and Hughes. All hand sculpted with paper clay and hFinished my Fullmetal Alchemist busts of Mustang and Hughes. All hand sculpted with paper clay and hFinished my Fullmetal Alchemist busts of Mustang and Hughes. All hand sculpted with paper clay and hFinished my Fullmetal Alchemist busts of Mustang and Hughes. All hand sculpted with paper clay and h

Finished my Fullmetal Alchemist busts of Mustang and Hughes. All hand sculpted with paper clay and hand painted. I loved making the little details on their uniforms! Even though I have some experience creating miniatures, this was the first time I sculpted people-shaped things.


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I like scary Halloween so I’m making some spooky versions of my favourite anime characters. He

I like scary Halloween so I’m making some spooky versions of my favourite anime characters. Here’s Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist, I tried mixing western and Japanese “devil” designs.


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There’s a hidden meaning here. Piece inspired by Roberto Ferri’s RITO.There’s a hidden meaning here. Piece inspired by Roberto Ferri’s RITO.

There’s a hidden meaning here. 

Piece inspired by Roberto Ferri’s RITO.


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