#avadite

[yinseal]

the house is in a state of utter chaos; toys and clothes seem strewn upon most surfaces, while a line-up of food forms along the countertop - sandwiches and charcuterie boards, carefully curated for the day's honorees.

from the other room, ava and tim are arguing about whether frogs or toads are better. greed keeps his ears pricked in case the small quarrel turns into double tantrums, all while continuing to carefully cut the mangoes, strawberries and pineapples for their celebratory mother's day lunch.

he hears the patter of tiny feet, but they're quiet, so greed unwisely assumes that all is well.

"mama!" ava says, her voice pitched high with excitement. "we got you a present." she beams, a shoebox clasped between her hands. tim stands behind her, rocking on his heels, a tiny grin on his lips.

"we couldn't decide which one, so we got you ..." ava flings the box open with a flourish, and tim shrieks with delight as a frog throws itself from its cardboard prison and beside sakura on the couch.

more rustling from the box indicates the presence of the toad tim had so readily vouched for. already halfway into the living room to save sakura from their children's new, slimy friends, greed reminds himself to take izumi up on her offer to host mother's day next year.

/ @avadite

it's hard to be surprised anymore or at least, that's what she says when she's on the quick to anticipate the latest bout of mischief / the chaos and cacophony that seems to follow her children wherever they go. she's gotten placid, greedy in the illusion of her success; since she can't see the fires, she naively assumes she's stopped them all from coming. ( hasn't she learned better by now? )

greed makes more of an effort into mother's day than most men put into their entire marriages seems to take special delight in surprising her, as if that's not half the reason she fell in love with him. sakura herself had been shooed out of the kitchen, and there were fresh flowers in a vase on the table, and her sweet, beautiful, nefarious children were arguing the finer points of amphibian life styles, complete with a shoebox that was being held with care ( that should have been her first clue. )

she'd been reading through winry's letter, smiling at the news of ed's newest published paper, when she got her comeuppance. ava had sounded so gleeful, so absolutely delighted, and tim had appeared so angelic, and she'd been lured into a false sense of calm / of confidence. fool! her stubborn will and greed's defiant nature ( alongside his propensity to launch himself off giant buildings to make an entrance ): what sort of mixture could anyone expect from that but pandemonium?

the frog leaps; one graceful arch into the air, and a firm plop on the spot next to her, a reproachful croak for the inconvenience of captivity. she barely has time to squawk in surprise before a far larger addition joins her: a massive toad, less inclined to grace and more of the attitude of getting the hell out of there. muddy water drips from both creatures onto the couch, and her own leg kicks out in unexpected shock as the toad leaps back towards her, missing her chest by an inch. the tea on the table she ( painfully ) kicks sloshes out past the rim as the two creatures take off, and both ava and tim are yelling whether in encouragement for the havoc, or dismay that their hopeful new additions aren't cooperating, she isn't sure. ignoring the sizable bruise growing on her shin, sakura dives for the frog; nightmares of tadpoles in the creamer give her a least some semblance of a grip, and she stuffs the poor creature unceremoniously back into the shoebox, at the exact moment greed bursts into the room.

the toad has settled, furiously, on the top shelf of the bookcase; ava has scaled halfway up the side, her pigtails in disarray as she goes. tim has attempted to hastily mop up the spilt tea with his shirt, of which he was still wearing; the frog, his freedom denied once more, bellows inside his prison. it has taken, sakura notes, thirty seconds exactly, for calm to turn into a small siege.

slowly, she rises to her feet / hands clutched tight around the shoebox. the room quiets, as if in breathless anticipation for her next few words. the toad, belligerent, croaks.

❝ these are such lovely gifts, ❞ she begins ( ava, still halfway up the bookcase, beams. ) ❝ and i couldn't possibly deserve something so sweet. maybe next year, my darlings ... just a card? ❞

#✧ — medical consultation. */ answered. #avadite #did this take me a month perhaps #did i have far too much fun writing this absolutely

[farginen]

⭐ @avadite liked for a starter.

“ you look so different from líng yào... i don't know why i thought there would be any similarities, but i guess it makes sense there aren't. ”

#avadite #hey bestie

[ftwpositiviity]

AVADITE.

ANONYMOUS SAID;  avadite is an amazing greed! everything they write is so powerful and in character and it makes my heart ache. i love checking their blog to see what they've added and i enjoy all of their meta posts!

#avadite #♥ spread the positivity.

[kazesume]

temp pinned.

indie Temari of Na.ruto. Daughter of Wind and Sand, Liaison and Fierce Kunoichi. 18+ only, one liner to para novella threads with plotting preferred. OC friendly, multiverse friendly, shipping selective and reserved for Arc.II era and above only. Heavily headcanon based.     written lovingly by cosmos.

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― My name is COSMOS ( they/them ), I am 32 and I work fulltime from home, on art commissions, as well as on twitch! You can watch me draw or play games with me here if you like, but you’re not obligated to. ― this blog will deal with topics of genocide, murder, body horror, self loathing, overworking, etc. Please don’t hesitate to ask me to tag certain things, but remain cautious of following me. ― shipping selective. shipping exclusive. I will not ship with more than one of the same character. shipping isn’t the focus of this blog, so I’d prefer talks of that until after we’ve established some threads. It must be plotted and it must take time, please don’t press me about it but feel free to let me know of any dynamics you’d like!

I  NEED  mentions of rape to be tagged. It’s a very extreme trigger for me and I will hardblock if I see it. I takes lots of precautions for my experience on tumblr, so it’d be very nice if you did this for me!

NOTE: I don’t ever ask to ship first.

― Threads range from a single paragraph to multiple paragraphs, I’ve even gone through novella length responses before. Don’t feel obligated to make the same length as I do. At least give me something to work with in your reply.

DNI

please do not follow me first if you interact with yinseal, avadite, hakune, fullmtal or any of their blogs, or jovis ( groazei, huntsins, etc ) I’m not too keen on following live action blogs or genshin impact blogs either

Where is cosmos? @deathleads ( main blog/most active ) + @chaosleads ( low activity ) + @mizuleads ( low activity )

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[mizuleads]

― ･°˖ ☿ ˖°. ―   an Independent roleplay account for the Senshi who fights for Love and Intelligence ! Mizuno Ami ! Established 6/13/2022, ship exclusive / para-novella /  multiverse friendly + oc friendly / manga canon + headcanon based interpretation of Naoko Takeuchi’s Sailor Mercury!  cherished by Cosmos ( 32 )

― ･°˖ ☿ ˖°. ―affiliated with @venusenshi

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hi there ~ thank you for reading these rules and coming to see my blog! 

― My name is COSMOS ( they/them ), I am 32 and I work fulltime from home, on art commissions, as well as on twitch! You can watch me draw or play games with me here if you like, but you’re not obligated to. ― this blog will deal with topics of genocide, imperialism, murder, body hopping, body horror, self loathing, overworking, etc. Please don’t hesitate to ask me to tag certain things, but remain cautious of following me. ― shipping selective. shipping exclusive. I will not ship with more than one of the same character. shipping isn’t the focus of this blog, so I’d prefer talks of that until after we’ve established some threads. It must be plotted and it must take time, please don’t press me about it but feel free to let me know of any dynamics you’d like! 

Ami Mizuno’s age ranges from 14 - 22 throughout the series. My Main Verse will take place just after the final arc. Ami will be a 19 year old woman. I will only ship with muses who are over 18 in my main verse. Like I’ve said before, shipping isn’t the focus of this blog and Ami is not the sort of person to actively seek out romance, but if it should happen these are my rules! I only ship with people who actively show interest in my blog and seek to establish friendships before talks of shipping happens. 

Of course, I am up for threads in previous arcs and will be tailoring them to my own personal canon for this blog and future threads. There is also a college verse and a Doctor verse I will be working on, Ami will be well over the age of 22 up to at least 30. If you have issue with this kind of aging up then you’re free to follow someone else! 

I  NEED  mentions of rape to be tagged. It’s a very extreme trigger for me and I will hardblock if I see it. I takes lots of precautions for my experience on tumblr, so it’d be very nice if you did this for me! 

NOTE: I don’t ever ask to ship first.

Please don’t put 90′s / Crystal anime canons onto my Ami

― Threads range from a single paragraph to multiple paragraphs, I’ve even gone through novella length responses before. Don’t feel obligated to make the same length as I do. At least give me something to work with in your reply.

DNI

please do not follow me first if you interact with yinseal, avadite, hakune, fullmtal or any of their blogs, or jovis ( groazei, huntsins, etc ) I’m not too keen on following live action blogs or genshin impact blogs either

Where is cosmos? @deathleads​ ( main blog/most active ) + @chaosleads ( low activity )

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#pinned post #yes i think i really like this one

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for avadite : @avadite / sky is the REAL greed the avaricious. everything they write is in character and deepens the lore better than canon ever could. they're a sweetheart, and truly the greatest writer in the fma community, hands down.

#🐝・゜゜・bee positive! #avadite

[dolcetters]

@avadite​​ asked: [  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together 

nonverbal  meme  prompts || [ no longer accepting! ] [  play  ]   muses play a board game  / card game together

▐│∶x∶; —                                 it’s been five minutes. which doesn’t sound long--and it isn’t, not in the grand scheme of things--but, boy, is it a long time in a game of jenga.

dolcetto exhales, the breath hissing over his hand as he leans a forearm over one knee and stares hard across the coffee table. greed’s hand keeps hovering close to a few center blocks, only to pull away moments before he touches ones.

             ❛ ...continue movin’ at a snail’s pace, boss, ❜

dol mutters into his palm.

             ❛ you know how that thrills me. ❜

greed looks up at him, scowling. “shut up, dol. you haven’t made this easy on me.”

             ❛ y’told me not to hold back. ❜

“yeah, well, that was before i remembered you guys used to play this shitty game down in the storage space every other night.”

it’s a bittersweet remark. despite the tinge of pain it stirs up in his chest, dol fondly remembers vi and gills returning from the underground with several rocks and loose bricks they’d collected. a bit of tumbling, smoothing, and they’d homebrewed their own set of blocks. they were pretty wonky--uneven--and sometimes misshapen enough that pulling the wrong one at the wrong time collapsed the tower when it shouldn’t have. but that just made it all the more tricky and fun, and provided all the more bragging rights when you did win or pull off a clever move. 

blondie had been surprisingly shrewd when it came to his moves. they were all perfectly within the established ‘rule book’, but just outside the box enough to take everyone by surprise. the hand is quicker than the eye, as the saying went.

greed’s brows furrow as he pokes the tips of his pointer fingers together right in front of his nose. there’s a plan forming. and dol knows it’s clicked by the sudden gleam in the man’s eyes, and that tell-tale way his mouth curves into a grin. greed reaches around to the opposite side of the tower and, so carefully, pulls loose a block. the tower sways a bit, but it doesn’t tumble. 

“HA!” greed laughs, and he places the block on the top. “your turn, hot shot.”

dolcetto blinks. and he reaches to the other side of the table where they’d set their dinner plates aside. he takes the knife from the cluster of silverware and places it flat about a foot adjacent to the tower. slides it back with his fingertips.

and in one sharp, swift motion, sweeps it across the table to collide with the single block at the bottom of the tower. the block flies across the room, and the tower drops. so sudden and blunt enough that it only wobbles a bit and settles into place.

the stunned look on greed’s face was priceless. dol imagines there must be some irony or a joke to be made on that somewhere, but he can’t think of it. not right now.

for a few seconds the only sound in the room is the clatter of the removed block bouncing across the floor, before it’s abruptly ended by an eruption of furious exclamations and loud laughter.

#avadite #♠: mail . #♠: m : nonverbal meme prompts . #♠: v : sad birds still sing . #[ returns to these prompts 84 years later with starbucks ]

[yinseal-arc]

“why would you ask me that, honey?”        /  @avadite​ & prompt.

her shoulders hunch       annoyance  rising  at the smirking  /  smug-faced sentiment,  the way he  drawls  the word like a caress.  lounging back against his chair,  feet kicked up atop his desk:  he’s the picture of  confidence  and sensuality,  confident  arrogance  and serene immaturity.  shutting the door behind her,  she catches the way his eyebrow  arches;  the smirk becomes a shark-toothed  grin,  certain he’s about to get a meal worth devouring.   (  it’s just business,  after all:  two people,  with a need,  and nothing more.  and it won’t be happening again!  )

        ❝   asking you if you have plans is  not  out of the ordinary.   ❞   hands clasped  demurely  behind her back,  she’s the picture of innocence   (  but for the slight arch to her chest;  she needs to  stretch,  obviously.  )     ❝  if i need to look in on the chimeras,  it’ll be easier to tell you how they are if you’re around.   ❞   a lie       she’s had no problems writing a note in the past  /  checking in on her half-human charges during  daylight  hours.  a lie,  and she  knows  he’ll catch her out:  knows  he  knows her better,  knows that her visits are becoming longer,  becoming more  frequent.  looks him in the eye,  and  lies  to him,  and means:  can you make some time for me again.

        ❝  i’ll let you get back to  ...   ❞   a vague hand-gesture,  her own eyebrow arching in response   (  they’re not themselves if they’re not  bickering,  even with a sense of  vulnerability  on the line.  )      ❝  your  ...  work.  ❞    half a moment,  to feel  unresolved:  the dress that skims a bit too high,  the look she shoots that’s not quite so keen on  departure.   all the same,  she reaches for the door,  determined not to let greed see her  falter.     ❝  and  don’t  call me honey.   ❞

#to seek enlightenment; to be divine. / answered. #avadite #✧┊ v: you've got a silver tongue; only speak in sin. / fwb au. #fwb au 😔

[deathleadsarc]

Five Word Prompts | Accepting

From @avadite​  sent: // “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

       “ Problem...? ”

From the start, he didn’t seem like his other siblings. Was that because he was built from a humans’ body? Did some of that humanity still fester within him, to cause this reaction at her work? Yes, now that you look around it is obviously not the kind of sight you would want anyone else to be looking at. Gruesome and unkind. The others were always so imperturbable or even giddy at it all - not him. 

How very curious. 

     “ Hmm. You don’t delight in the same sorts of things as your siblings, do you? No ... you’ve been making the same face since you got in here. ”

#avadite #🜃 | Tiptoe through the Poppy fields ; Why the Caged Raven Shrieks | MAIN Young #: )c #gureeeedo san

[wyrdify]

@avadite: what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? ; verbal or non - verbal communication. ; something your muse could never forgive. (for roy!)

Character Headcanons | Currently accepting. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets?

His State Alchemist pocket watch

His wallet. How much money he carries with him varies week by week, but he usually doesn’t have much on him.

At least one spare pair of his gloves.

One or two small notebooks. He carries his alchemy journal wherever he goes, and tries to keep another one for notes.

A pen or two.

His checkbook (only if he’s not carrying much on him, or otherwise knows he’ll need it).

This is provided he’s wearing his coat. If he’s not, he’ll limit what he carries to his pocket watch, wallet, and gloves.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

It depends on who he’s communicating with. With Hawkeye, and just about everyone on his team, he goes for nonverbal communication. He’ll rely on using his eyes to indicate something, or subtle body language. If he doesn’t know a person well, or knows they need to hear or see him speak, he opts for verbally communicating with them.

something your muse could never forgive.

It may come as a surprise, but Roy is incredibly forgiving. He may take a while to get to that point, but he almost always forgives everyone. Change takes time, and he knows it can be a slow process. The only person that doesn’t tend to apply to is himself.

Hurting someone he cares about? “It’s not my place to forgive you. Do it again, though, and you’ll have to deal with me.” Hurting him? Depends on the reason, and if he thinks it’s justified--he knows when he’s earned it. In both cases, he’ll hold a bit of a grudge, but, eventually, he’ll move past it--with the former, he bases his reaction on the person actually hurt.

Killing someone he cares about? That’s where he draws the line. He won’t forgive for that. Try to kill him all you want. He may forgive you for that depending on your reasoning. But, those he cares about? He won’t forgive, and he’ll come after you himself.

#avadite #let the flames begin; hc #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #hc; personality #hc; clothing #hc; vital #hc; relationships

[caimsong]

@avadite​

♪♫ ░ : ❦ ; —                    how the sorrow flows... she can feel it in the air as he passes, cold as a mountain river. there're bags beneath those eyes and blood long washed from his hands; strain in places he'd never known ( or maybe had known, once in another life ).

though his grief is not alone on the air this afternoon, she can feel it's raw. something painful and pushed away--desperate to forget again, yet guilty for even desiring such release. they claim themselves more complicated than humans... perhaps, in some ways. to house so many souls yet refuse their sadness and pain. what a burden.

she approaches as most would--silent, drifting to fall into step at his side.

            ❛ your tattoo, ❜

her voice is soft, to lessen the startle. and she gestures to his hand.

            ❛ it's quite beautiful. ❜

#avadite #♫: v : she who knows truth . #•: t : avadite (01) . #[ 8) skkkkkYYYY ]

[yinseal]

the  hand  on  her  waist  is  damp  with  the  condensation  from  his  beer  glass  /  uncomfortably  warm  despite  the  temperature  of  his  drink.  it’s  hard  enough  to  indicate  no  accidental  grazing      (  not  that  she’d  ever  let  that  be  forgiven,  either.  )      the  bar  is  ruckus  with  music  and  laughter,  the  rough  and  rumble  of  a  crowd  not  exactly  welcome  in  high  society;  even  half  an  hour  inside,  she  can’t  figure  out  if  the  place  is  cutthroat,  or  merely  lively.  

it  had  been  close  to  two  months  since  she’d  opened  the  clinic  /  six  since  she’d  moved  to  dublith.  in  all  that  time,  she’d  hardly  ventured  past  the  local  market,  the  hospital,  the  contractor;  exploring  hadn’t  been  high  on  her  list,  and  her  school  friends  in  the  area  had  seen  a  few  hours  of  her  at  most,  snatched  over  weeks  of  work.  they’d  succeeded  at  last  in  dragging  her  out  after  a  particularly  delightful  day         no  new  cases  of  sickness  or  injury  /  the  medicine  cabinet  full  /  her  rent  paid  with  a  little  left  over.  the  bar  chosen  had  been,  in  their  own  words,  dodgy,  but  the  drinks  were  strong  and  the  music  was  good,  and  it  hadn’t  taken  much  further  needling  to  get  her  to  agree.

she  had  arrived  early      (  a  full  hour  early,  as  she’d  find  out  later  )      but  that  was  fine;  it  gave  her  a  chance  to  take  in  the  atmosphere  /  register  the  clientele.  there  were  familiar  faces  scattered  about,  vaguely  registering  as  prior  patients  or  townspeople  she’d  seen  out  and  about,  but  most  were  unknown  to  her.  a  large  couch  dominated  the  left  side  of  the  room,  and  a  bevy  of  women  her  mother  would  have  disdained  as  loose  were  giggling  on  the  leather  seating.  it  was  a  marvel  they  weren’t  freezing,  actually,  considering  they  were  dressed  in  scraps  of  cloth  that  stretched  the  definition  of  clothing;  sakura  spent  several  moments  observing  them,  dismayed  at  the  small  pit  of  envy  deep  in  her  chest.  they  looked  so  ...  carefree.  not  a  real  worry  in  the  world.  

of  course,  while  she  was  distracted,  the  man  with  the  sense  of  entitlement  had  decided  to  slip  his  palm  across  her  waist;  then,  outrageously,  he  had  dipped  his  fingers  under  the  hem  of  her  skirt,  and  went  to  cop  a  feel.

she  had  meant  to  slap  him,  and  a  good  portion  of  her  palm  had  landed  on  his  cheek;  the  problem  was  that  her  fist  had  apparently  decided  to  form  halfway  through,  and  she  ended  up  slugging  him  to  his  knees.  there  was  an  ache  in  her  wrist  from  the  poorly  executed  punch,  but  she  paid  little  mind  to  that  when  her  unwanted  companion  stumbled  backwards         the  music  continued  and  most  of  the  patrons  were  ignoring  the  fracas,  but  more  than  a  few  were  watching,  and  her  entire  back  was  prickling  with  the  sudden  terror  of  being  in  danger.  

        ❝  pervert!  what  the  hell  do  you  think  you’re  doing?!  keep  your  hands  to  yourself !!!   ❞

@avadite​

#avadite #verse tbd. #yes back at it again with another au dlfkghslkhg

[reigningsniper-a]

@avadite said:🌻| send the flower for me to talk about anything i heckin’ want, y’all!

      riza has chronic insomnia since returning from ishval as one of her major symptoms of ptsd. it often takes her a long time to fall asleep, and she is usually only able to sleep steadily for 2-3 hours before awakening and having to try to fall back asleep and hopefully get another 3 hours in. usual disruptions are due to her being a light sleeper and ready to spring awake at a moment’s notice, but also abstract nightmares revolving around the horrors of war.

      she tries her best to find tangible methods to decrease the symptoms, but due to her level of ptsd they are not cures. she makes sure she gets regular exercise, keeping a consistent schedule (as much as she can for an occupation that often requires late nights and consecutive early mornings), avoiding relying on alcohol, and keeping hayate at her side.

      she would argue hayate being a part of her life...substantially eased the symptoms more than any of the others have. they’ve made a difference, but there is no way to completely cure them.

      not only is he adorable and a loyal heckin’ boy, but for those nights where she feels alone and is spiraling after a particularly jarring nightmare, he is quick to ease her fears and bring her back down to earth. when she experiences her nightmares, she often awakens disoriented and scared. just hearing his whine or feeling his fur as he presses against her hand is enough to ground her despite it all.

#'i've killed too many to feel sorry for myself' / about #headcanon. #thanks for this c: #ptsd mention #insomnia mention #avadite #DONT REBLOG.

[the-owlchemist]

★ |  @avadite​ - continued from here

【 ☆ 】Life  had  not  been  kind  to  Noctus  since  his  days  in  Dublith. Spared  the  slaughter  of  the  raid,  he’d  escaped  into  solitude  in  order  to  survive.  Having  found  a  decrepit  house  beyond  the  fringes  of  the  town  in  a  twist  of  fate.  It  had  needed  some  serious  work  be  serviceable,  but  the  alchemist  made  do.  What  he  couldn’t  fix  with  his hands  he  fixed  with alchemy.   What  he  couldn’t  fix  with  alchemy...  well,  he  hoped  it  wasn’t  too  important.

                 But  fixing  a  leaking  roof  and  a  busted  door  didn’t  provide  anything  in  the  way  of  food.  Something  which  had  forced  Noctus  to  return  to  town,  risking  rumours,  as  he  stole  what  he  needed.  Noctus  was  smart  though.  He  took  more  than  just  mere  supplies,  securing  himself  a  means  to  live  self-sustained  on  his  own.  It  surprised  him  how  much  he’d  actually  remembered  of  the  scraps  of  knowledge  Dolcetto  had  dropped  about  life  on  the  farm.  Little  things,  about  the  texture  and  colour  of  the  soil  that  had  helped  the  vines  of  the  tomato  plant  out  back  to  grow  as  large  as  it  had.

                 Noctus  had  felt  the  presence  sooner  than  it  had  stepped  onto  the  slanted  porch.  It  had  him  hurry  to  the  door,  chalk  ready,  as  he  drew  an  array  on  the  wall  just  adjacent. Not  that  he’d  figured  impaling  one  of  their  kind  would  do  much  good,  though  it  would  buy  him  a  few  precious  seconds  to  try  and escape  when  the  time came.  He’d  not  meant  to  call  out  through  the  door  at  all,  but  he’d  been  startled.

                 Brows  shot  upright  at  the  sound  of  his  name on  the  other  side  of  the  door.  The  voice  wasn’t  familiar  despite  sounding  as  surprised  as  he  was.  Greed?  Was  it  really?  It’s  tone  hadn’t  been  quite  right,  though  the  manner  of  speech  sounded  on  the  money.  Yet  even  the  iconic  presence  he’d  since  grown  used  to  felt  somewhat  different.  The  whole  thing  echoing  a  similar  sentiment;  familiar,  yet  not. 

                  Noctus  swallowed,  pulse  racing. ❝ How  did  I  have  my  drink  at  the  bar? ❞ It’s  a  trick  question,  one  Noctus  knew  that  not  even  some  of  the  old  gang  would  know.  Only  Greed  and  Dolcetto  had  been  able  to  nudge  Noctus  upstairs  to  the  bar  for  anything  more  than  chores  and  errands.

#avadite #★ | An Owlchemist’s legacy ( ic ) #★ | A secret of the state military ( FMA Verse ) #// I know the original was posted back before the post update #// but I just wanted to move it over in case #// Since I didn't know if editing the reblog on the older post would have Tumblr eat it

[ichoreyed]

Also I like that there’s this trend within my rp partners who write homunculi that they’re both really tough badasses and then a woman is like *exists* and they can’t do anything else

#avadite #zirable #yinseal #demonsired #ringofazar #what do yall have to say for yourselves #OOC #(dash commentary)

[zirable]

“ hey! eyes down here, geezer! ”

a morsel of a voice squalls from a morsel of a body, beckoning to the homunculus towering over them. so to better seize his attention, envy scurries about in lopsided circles.

fatigue settles in an embarrassingly short span of time, causing all eight of envy’s legs to deflate before fully giving out. they plummet to the ground in a pathetic heap. “ so, do you think you could help me up, or are you just gonna twiddle your thumbs all day? ”

@avadite .​

#avadite #greed please stomp on them JKJGLKSDJGLK #01. AVADITE . #THREADS . #❪ anything alone is haunting / any two things together is a terror ❫ CANON VERSE .