My fanart got a lot more attention than my usual art did, and it set me back on my fma obsession- so I thought I'd redraw some!
The first time I drew this one (in the top left corner) was May 21st of this year. 4 months later, I'd say it changed a lot.
Reminder not to steal or repost my art : I'll getcha!
Second reminder: check out my profile for more of my doodles!!!
I had to retype and remake all of the tags on this post because tumblr doesn't let you switch queue posts between blogs... sigh. Always double check what blog you're posting to.
if you want to congratulate me, you can reblog this post with some of my favorite hermitcraft and life series art i made this year, or any other post of mine that you like :D
your support means the world to me, and this fandom means even more. i've never felt so inspired to keep going :)
Posting these thoughts I had abt Alphonse and how being in the armour would’ve affected how he expresses himself because I need everyone to read it even if if makes no sense :]
She was feathered not in the red of blood and desperation but in the white of bleached coral, formed from the stars of the end dimension, her dimension, the world she'd tricked and failed to trick people into venturing to, a world she'd lived in many lifetimes ago. She had fallen, and now she would fly, unlike her brother, doomed to die in caves, unable to spread his wings.
She was not a canary. She would rather be one than what she was now, would rather be a martyr of death and destruction than a martyr of peace and love. She would rather forever have red-stained eyes than die as she had; unaccomplished and barely mourned, the grief of her husband drowned out by the masses' elation over the breaking of a curse - the short-lived liberty of a brother she had forgotten she'd made the promise to protect.
She had had no real friends, nobody who rooted for her. On her last life she was hurt, consumed by revenge, not even her beloved husband escaping her wrath. She was dangerous - it was better for everyone else that she'd died. The world would be safer without her presence.
All she'd wanted was to harm others. But not even in death was she allowed to haunt alongside the ghosts of pain and suffering, war and strife. She was to be a bringer of unity, an abolisher of danger. An avian spirit of peace.