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Funniest thing in the whole wide world is opening a completed fic and seeing the author’s note for the first chapter say something like “unlike my other fics, this will be a shorter one! Expect it to be complete within three months or so” and then you look at the stats and the fic is 100k+ words and took two years to finish
Good job, you beat me! Goodbye, Edward Elric!
The piece I made for Resilient: a Riza Hawkeye fanzine (@rizazine), back in 2021
I forgot to post it here for some reason heh
It's avaliable as a print on my Redbubble!
recently watched this fresh hot new anime called fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood for the first time and i absolutely loved it! also these two made me deeply unwell (positive)
I hardcore headcanon that Ed became something of a mythical figure to the Amestrian military (and probably Amestrian public) after the Promised Day
Like immediately afterward he goes home and stays home to help Al recover, then travels the West as like a scholar, then settles down with Winry and has kids–it’s pretty obvious he never went back to the military at any point during that, and that he’s stayed well and far out of the public eye.
So what’s that leave the military with? “Hey you heard of Edward Elric?” “Oh yeah isn’t he that dude who passed the state alchemy exam at 12, punched God in the face, toppled the whole military coup with Fuhrer Mustang, and vanished? Yeah he had a cubby here for like…4 years.”
And with so many people knowing half-truths about what really happened in Amestris, I fully believe that hundreds of fantastically stupid and marginally correct rumors spread about Ed. “I heard Ed Elric met God twice.” “I heard he’s the only person to ever successfully break the core law of alchemy.” “I heard he’s a 4,000 year old prophet who discovered immortality and that’s why he’s so skilled.” “I heard he fought a tank.” “I heard God personally took his limbs away and that’s why he’s half-metal.” “I heard he actually invented alchemy.” “I heard he once beat up Fuhrer Mustang with his own hands.”
Like it’s the most central, prominent piece of small talk among new recruits–who knows the best little factoids about the child prodigy who hangs with God and saved the world and disappeared Jesus-style immediately after. Mustang walks out into press conferences, maximum security with reporters clamoring to lobby their questions at the leader of the entire nation, and somehow he always ends up with a flood of “Can you confirm?” tall tales about Ed.
“Fuhrer, is it true that Edward Elric discovered how to transmute his soul into a higher plane of existence and so he quit the military to achieve the status of a god?”
“Edward Elric is a 32 year old man who lives in a farmhouse out east and raises sheep part-time. Last I heard from him he was learning how to make raspberry pie and trying to teach his daughter how to count to 7. Who the hell feeds you this information? Next Question”
You know what’s never not funny?
FMA03 Scar is just so bishie. He looks like he’s in danger of starting a boy band any second. He’s so delicate. So streamline and alluring. He was an extra in a shojo anime who stumbled on set and they were like “shit man we needed someone to play the vengeful murderer youre hired”
And Brotherhood Scar is just so goddamn shredded. 80% jawline. 15% cheek bones. 5% man pain. Dude coulda bench-pressed Sloth out of the fucking Briggs fortress if he’d just been around for it. Testosterone is ashamed of its masculinity around Brotherhood!Scar. Someone chiseled a block of marble and it started talking and everyone just rolled with it.
How are these two the same character howd this happen I’m just fucking laughing
Okay but like... 12 year old Edward Elric being a badass and tough as hell and cursing like a sailor making everyone forget he really is just a kid until he uses little kid vocabulary or acts like a kid. Like he'll say the word "tummy" instead of stomach or only drink juice but insist it be in a coffee mug. He'll threaten death and bodily harm but insist Havoc needs a bandaid for a little cut that isn't bleeding because "it still makes it feel better, dumbass!", which is what his mom told him. Idk just Edward constantly being a child while in an adults world and the way it makes Team Mustang feel.
man i’ve been so busy recently, have a ritsu i doodled while testing out clip studio
I may or may not have adopted another son or two
So I was daydreaming about mob psycho fighting game, then I daydreamed about the tag team ultimate attacks, then somehow, out of all the canon interactions, these two barely interacted hooligans ended up being the first(and only?) one that I came up with.
Presented through panels (because apparently this is what my current style have came to be now) feat. random training dummy?(hopefully)
au where mezato and ritsu are horrible best friends acquaintances that justify terrorizing their classmates with the supernatural as mystery solving
MOB ENJOYERS RISE UP SEASON THREE CONFIRMED LETS FUCKIN GOOOOO🌻🌻🌻
Real talk tho Mob is gonna grow up and choose some constructive but random-ass occupation like healthcare clerk or something idk but word of mouth means that everyone is going to know him as “my friend has a friend who also does exorcisms”
like maybe spooky noises have started coming from that sketchy chest freezer you bought off Facebook so you tell your friend and they say “oh yeah my cousin knows this dude, he can take care of that for you, called him last year to deal with a cursed bong, he’s 100% legit"
later that evening this COMPLETELY JACKED guy shows up at your apartment and you’re like What are you gonna do, punch the ghost or something? But no he politely asks if he can come in, stands in front of the freezer for a minute without doing anything, then tells you that the evil spirit is gone now and you can store your cowshare portion in peace. Whole thing seems kinda suspect but musclebro didn’t charge you anything and anyway the spooky noises have stopped so no harm done, right?
And then maybe a few months later your coworker tells you that they swear they saw this creepy headless figure walking home last night so you’re like, Y'know I know this guy, 100% legit, I bet he could look into it for you…
old doodles but relevant
woo woo yeah woo yeah woo yeah yeah woo yeah another official art redraw
So the plaques were weird.
This was about the strongest conclusion Mob had come to about the new decorations lovingly, crookedly hung behind Reigen's desk. Mob had had half a mind to google what "Twink" and "DILF" were, but he had the feeling those were better off not showing up in the family computer's search history.
He'd asked Teru, who'd burst into such an uncontrollable fit of laughter Teru couldn't breathe, let alone explain to Mob what, exactly, Reigen had won. And Mob had tried asking Ritsu. Ritsu had simply gone silent, and the expression on his face had reminded Mob that his little brother was capable of incredible violence.
So Mob just kind of let it be. He spared a few awkward glances to the kitschy hangings and mostly just tried to forget they were there.
"Yo!" The office door clicked open. Reigen sauntered in, whistling an off-key tune and fumbling to remove his jacket. "Hey Mob, guess whose Shishou has been crowned champion once again!"
Mob blinked. "Did you win the Tumblr S--"
"No no," Reigen waved it off with too much vigor. His motions sent a draft through the office until his hand got tangled in his coat. "Lost to some skeleton. Not important."
"Oh," Mob said, and did not prompt anything further. He looked down at his phone.
Loudly, with much fumbling and clattering, Reigen made his way to his seat. And despite trying his best to ignore Reigen and whatever new trophy he was going to over-explain to Mob without actually explaining anything (It had seemed Reigen himself didn't quite understand the DILF nor Twink awards either), Mob found his eyes roving once more.
He looked up.
Reigen had propped an actual crown on his desk, which he shoved beside his nametag, then behind it, then beside it again, then noticed he was scuffing the desk and stopped shoving the crown around.
Mob's blood pressure was rising.
70%.
"Shishou what's--" Actually, Mob wasn't going to ask.
Mob looked at his phone instead, which was not a smart phone, no matter how much Teru pestered him to get one. Mob didn't need one. He only needed his phone to text people, really.
All people he was, currently, ignoring.
Teru, 2 unread messages: a link to a news article Mob could not open and a single emoticon text reading ":0!" Tome, 2 unread: a link to another news article and an unread text reading "Hey what the fuck."
Ritsu, 2 unread: a screenshot of a headline reading out "Twitter Poll Crowns New Queen of England" accompanied by, perhaps, the ugliest photo of Reigen to ever exist. A text reading "I'm gonna fucking kill him."
85%.
Mob looked up. Reigen had placed the crown on his head. He was deeply engrossed in his laptop.
"Hey Mob, how much do you know about Twitter? I need you to translate some weird tweets people are mentioning me in."
95%
"I don't, actually, Shishou. Sorry. You should ask Hanazawa."
"Oh he would know, wouldn't he?"
Mob was simply not going to think about it.
He was, for his own sanity, really not going to think about it.
I just think its very sweet that mob was the motivation reigen needed to quit smoking <3 so I made a comic about it
Made Teru extra sparkly cause he deserves it
mob tells reigen to shut up accidentally... two!!!
ritsu: dude sorry for traumadumping on you all of a sudden
shou: no no go on i think im figuring something about how I feel about my dad
Secret Agent AU
(aka when I watched that first Mob Psycho PV back in 2016 and thought Reigen was an FBI agent investigating supernatural crimes)
telepath microaggressions