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mustangst:

here’s a transparent al to cuten up ur blog uwu

mustangst:

here’s a transparent al to cuten up ur blog uwu

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howtotrainyourbabyboo:

My cousin just sent this to me and I’m dying because it’s the truest thing ever

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"Hey, Jean? I..." Her voice quickly trailed off as she searched for the words to say next. How did one go about saying such a thing without screwing it up? She wasn't sure, but she knew she had to at least say something. "I was... just thinking.... You're fully recovered, Amestris is finally peaceful, I've left the military and we're no longer bound by anti-frat laws, and we've been together for a while now, so..." She paused before the words poured out. "Let's get married." ((COULDN'T RESIST.))
swift-wind-alchemist asked

"Wha?!" Was all Jean could get out at hearing those last three words. He hadn’t expected it. Let along those words coming from Erika, of all people. "Y-You really want…to get married? To me, of all people?" 

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thefullmetaledwardelric asked

thefullmetaledwardelric:

luckied:

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.
Feeling pressure sprawled on top of himself, Jean opened his eyes just enough to recognize the figure laying across him in the darkness. “Well, hello there,” he whispered, reaching a hand down to brush a strand of hair from Edward’s face. “When did you get home, handsome?”

It had been a long day and all he’d wanted to do was come home and curl up with Jean. He must have been more tired than he realized though. As he’d gotten into bed he’d more fallen over Jean than gotten into the bed and curled up, his eyes already mostly closed to sleep already.

The sound of Jean’s question had brought him back, if only enough to give his lover a sleepy answer to his question. “Jus… did…” he replied. “Sleepy…” As the groggy answer came, Ed let his head rest on Jean’s chest, content to let his hand brush through his bangs.

Chuckling softly, Jean ran his fingers down Edward’s forehead to under his chin, tilting the sleeping head up toward him and pressed his lips to the younger man’s softly. “Just sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Resting his head back down, Havoc rested his hand back on Ed’s head and wove his fingers through the soft hair. He missed this closeness and wanted to get some time off for both of them. Not for a vacation, but a chance to just be together. Never-leaving-the-bed togetherness sounded like a great idea to him and Jean failed to hold back a smile as he closed his eyes. 

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papasuke-yamazaki:

2012 London Olympics vs. Rage on vs. Eternal Summer
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"Hello, Havoc! How are you today?" Lori smiled at her coworker.
statealchemistofsound01 asked

statealchemistofsound01:

luckied:

Jean glanced over at the woman, surprised slightly by as had been busy checking over the weapon intake. “Doing fine, although the weapon intake is rather sad this time around,” he sighed out. 

"Is it lower than usual?" she wondered, moving her long hair to the side.

Nodding his head, Havoc handed her the clipboard with a sigh. “Much lower than usual and I don’t understand why. Chief’s not going to be happy.”

Posted 5 days ago
She had been drawn to this lab for some reason, and she couldn't keep herself from approaching the pained moans she heard down the hall. She kicked open the door, and after scanning the room she sheathed her dagger as her eyes met the man on the ground, in an all too familiar state. Cautiously she approached him, then knelt down. "So, they got to you too, huh?" ((Eyyyyy, you get Martel this time. Erika is taking a little break, so let's get this show on the road.))
venom-and-vengeance asked

venom-and-vengeance:

luckied:

luckied:

((SO COOL!))

He had attempted to let out another groan, but a strange growl rumbled through his throat. The sedatives he had been given earlier were wearing off and something clicked in his mind. The blond clenched his jaw and tasted blood instantly from biting his tongue. His own human canine teeth had been surgically fixed to something completely different.

Struggling to sit up, the smoker placed a hand over his eyes as he tried to regain full consciousness. He could smell every possible scent in the room, including the smell of the woman near him.

Another growl came from him, much stronger and clearer this time for her to hear. Something was growing within Jean Havoc’s mind and he raised his head, exposing yellowish eyes and his lips pulled back in a snarl to expose sharp canine teeth smeared with his own blood.

A loud jungle cat-like hiss ripped from him and Jean moved back until his back hit the hard wall. Fear ran though his system as he stared at the unknown woman, growling in an attempt to keep her back.

Seeing the dagger, Jean pressed himself even further against the cold, hard wall. A growl rose slightly in his throat until the woman spoke, his heightened hearing perking up and he went silent. “H-How do I know I can trust you? I haven’t…seen anyone besides those people in months, doing…stuff to me with n-needles and…” Havoc paused as he swallowed heavily. He was terrified and could smell the fear around him. 

"I-I wanna leave…get out of here…" The beast within was felt like a cornered animal and he wanted that dagger to face anywhere else besides his face. Inhaling deep breaths, the blond struggled to calm himself, something the scientists had attempted to mentally torture into him. The words ‘unique’ and ‘unusual’ were used around him a lot when he was strapped to the table or inspected in a tall cage. He had seen others being put down like rabid dogs while he was kept alive, even during his wild outbursts. "Part of me wants you to kill me, but I wanna get out of here. The things I’ve…seen, heard…done…" He shook his head and placed his hands over his head, letting out a straining cry. "The things I’ve done…been forced to do…"

Martel was quickly losing her patience, and visibly so. She could understand that he was afraid, and he had every right and reason to be. Hell, she had need terrified at first, too. By he had to push those thoughts aside and run if he wanted to live. And there was absolutely no washer was going to stand around waiting for him and allow herself to get killed.

She slowly lowered her dagger but didn’t sheath it. “Good, so there is still something human about you. You probably already know what you are. Half man, half animal—a chimera." She straightened up her stance upon seeing how terrified he was. "I’ve escaped from a situation like this before. Twice, actually. I’m half snake, you see. The things they’ve done to you, the things you’ve seen… it was my reality, too. That’s how you know you can trust me.”

"I know what’s in me. I was drugged and forced to do things to female chimeras," Jean snarled, relieved when the dagger was lowered. "I watch them kill and extract DNA from the poor wild beast that is now in me."

He held out a trembling hand, wanting her to take his hand. “If you help me up, I can run. Getting up while I’m still adjusting to what I am now isn’t easy. Unless you want to watch me fall over again and again while I try to get control of my legs, help me up.” Havoc stared up at the snake chimera with his yellowish eyes. “Please.”

Posted 5 days ago
♚ (Because Jean Havoc-muse doesn't know any other way to say Hiiiiiiii)
luckied asked

sass-master-sebastian:

luckied:

sass-master-sebastian:

"What the actual hell...?" Sebastian pushed at the blond who had somehow managed to fall asleep on him. 

Havoc was taken aback by the deep bow and took a few steps back. It didn’t help that he was already alone after losing track of his team and now this supposed looking empty house was actually owned. “I’m, uh, Jean Havoc. Second Lieutenant of the military and…I’m lost. Got separated from my team during a violent shootout and I don’t know where I am. I didn’t mean to enter a place that is occupied, Mr. Michaelis.”

Glancing around the spacious room, Jean could tell it was certainly occupied. It was clean, expensive furniture and well taken care of. Turning back toward the butler, the blond felt an odd aura about the man, but where else could he go? He didn’t know where he was and didn’t know if his team was….well, let’s not go there. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. I’m sorry for us to meet like this. I’m just…disoriented.”

"A shoot-out? Are you American?" 

Sebastian took the pause in the conversation to look around. What? This was not his manor, and certainly not where he had been previously. He had been in the library when an entirely unforgivable spell of dizziness had hit him and forced him to sit down.  

"Forgive me, I'm just as confused as you are. This is not my previous location." 

Shaking his head slightly, Jean answered the question. “No, German with French descendants. I said shoot out since apparently I’m trying explain what happened without confusing you. It was more of a violent attack that we hadn’t expected to become so violent.”

Quickly noticing what Sebastian was talking about, Havoc looked at the man even closer. “Are you telling me…this isn’t your manor?”