Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: Since we see several alchemists in FMA have alchemy arrays and symbols tattooed on them I don’t think it’s too unlikely that tattoo shops in Amestris would advertise their services by saying they can do alchemy tattoos. And this made me think, what if there’s a thing in Amestris where people who aren’t alchemists get alchemy tattoos the same way people in our world get tattoos of words in a language they don’t speak. (1/2)

cthulhu-with-a-fez:

phantomrose96:

(2/2) Some guy gets a tattoo of a random array and tells people its what the Flame Alchemist uses to make fire when it actually makes dirt take the shape of a square or something. Anyone who actually knows anything about alchemy brings their own array for the tattoo artist to use as reference.

EXCELLENT IM SCREAMING

Even better when some of these nonsense formations get super popular and everyone’s buying gear with it. (Which the alchemists don’t stop because people walking around with bullshit alchemic arrays are really no harm)

Except one day when Mustang’s walking through the streets of Central, some teen decked out in nonsense alchemy tattoos stops him like

Kid: “Cool Flame Alchemist costume, but your flame salamander is on the wrong side.”
Mustang: *pointing aggressively to his glove* “The flame salamander is not on the wrong side!”

#people accuse Edward of being some kinda fake alchemy enthusiast #because he’s not covered in tattoos #Ed always responds by going through the accuser’s every tattoo #in extreme detai l#pointing out what’s sloppy/wrong/bullshit about it #the tattoo removal store in Central loves Edward #never have they had such booming business #until the short angry alchemist freak #started sending hoards of ashamed amateurs covered in bullshit alchemy tattoos to their door (via)

ojiisanholic:

facingthewaves:

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site

(via dyinghistoric)

sassyunclepsycho:

becauseofnina:

makenstein:

Multilingual characters calling their lover pet names in their mother tongue is one of my favorite things.

#multilingual characters switching to their native language when they get too aroused / emotional / angry (via muepin)

Multilingual characters slipping into their mother tongue when they drink or are to tired/lazy to bother with the mental acrobatics of speaking the common tongue

(Source: thehangedmansmakguffin, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)