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I’m excited to finally announce something I’ve been working really hard for, and which I think you will all enjoy.

Now introducing itofSavior! The Tumblr extension that every Once-ling needs! What does it do, you ask? Well, just about anything you want it to! Improve your Tumblr experience with these and many more useful features:

  • Find someone wondering about the survival of the Once-ler fandom? No problem! Just click on the “Still Alive!” button to be the first to alert them that we ain’t goin’ nowhere!
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  • Miss (or missed) the heyday of the fandom? Worry not! The nifty “Time Travel-ler” feature takes you back to 2012 Tumblr! See posts on your dash and throughout Tumblr from five years ago. Even your dashboard layout changes back for an authentic 2012 feel.

These are only some of the great advantages of installing itofSavior. It’s easy and, best of all, free! Click here to get it now!

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I don’t post enough witchy stuff, so here’s a photo of my altar. Sorry for the bad photo quality! 

  • A little clay sculpture I made of a raven/crow sitting on a skull, an offering to Morrigan.
  • The Black and white print I made in the back is also an offering to Morrigan.
  • The little red, heart-shaped bottle on the right is an old perfume bottle that I made into an ‘offering potion’ of sorts. Guess for who.
  • Black and red candles. The black one is scented, I think it’s sandalwood.
  • The little red box on the right side is an old earring box that I decorated with Washi tape, I keep my pendulum in there.
  • My tarot cards, as of yet they don’t have a box to keep them safe in, so I keep them on my altar instead.
  • On top of my tarot cards is a black onyx stone,  I put it on there to soak up any negative energy on my cards.
  • A little glass bowl as an offering dish, until I find or buy something better.
  • A wooden dagger as my Athame. I actually picked this up a while back at the viking tour up in Dublin, and I thought I might as well use it, once again, until I find something better suited.
  • My beautiful Celtic raven pendant given to me by @satimentyet … she was trying to help me connect more with Morrigan. There’s also an Anubis pendant she gave me hiding somewhere behind my tarot cards, She works with Anubis and through her I sort of have a ‘friendship’ with him I guess? I give him an offering now and then.
  • A tiger’s eye bracelet, which you probably can’t see due to the crappy photo. It was given to me by my mother a looooong time ago, before I became a witch-ling. Once I learned about stones/crystals and their powers, I researched tiger’s eye and found it had magical properties. Was pretty excited about it! I wear it whenever I need to be brave and confident.
  • And smack in the middle is my little BOS/Grimoire, whatever you would call it. A beautiful (and EXPENSIVE) leather-bound book with bamboo-paper. I’m not so sure about the little stone on the front of it. I’ve always wanted to know what it is but I can’t tell with these things. I blew like 50 euro on that little book because I can’t handle money and I like pretty things.
  • Some little arts ‘n’ craft roses I had lying around, I decided to put them on there for a bit of decoration.
  • Last but not least is an old skull-pattern scarf I use as a table-cloth.(Shelf-cloth??? Whatever.) 
  • And that’s my altar folks. Nothing special but I love it all the same.

oh man i keep meaning to make a post about this but the thing i love about greed and ling’s relationship is that like. bodysharing/supernatural possession narratives are usually p fraught with shitty skewed power dynamics and rly bad consent issues and everything, but ling and greed pretty much sidestep all of that and end up having this weirdly cute and functional relationship instead??

cause like, first of all bc ling actually wants greed to use his body and he actively chooses to let that happen. i mean obviously the situation was skeevy and father didn’t care about ling’s consent at all, but he DOES consent knowing p well what he’s getting himself into, and he tells greed straight up in their first conversation a. that he’s cool with this and b. why he’s ok with it and what his angle is

and like?? literally within the first couple days greed agrees to deliver a message for ling? and like when king bradley asks him how he likes his new body he’s like “great! the dude whose body it was is p cool!” like Greed totally acknowledges Ling’s personhood from the get go and is pretty respectful of it all things considered

and then later when Greed cuts ties with the homunculi he becomes simultaneously more dependent on ling and more like, able and “allowed” to explore that relationship. and that’s when they start willingly switching off on who has control of the body, which is like. my Favorite thing with greedling oh my god. its so great. they switch around according to who needs it and whats convenient and what best serves both of their purposes and they cooperate and work together and it is SO GREAT

but yeah and there’s just so much communication between the two of them too? like with ling telling greed exactly what he wants and what his goals are, and greed being like “haha ok. respect.” and there really is an equal power dynamic between the two of them in their interactions. cause the way their relationship starts out is with ling saying like “yes, you can have control of my body, and no that doesn’t mean you assert any power over my agency or my personhood or my agenda” and from there their relationship develops into a cooperative one bc greed i think really honors that and values it even

and omfg greed is so demonstrative and open about how much he LIKES ling and ~~thinks he’s cool~ its so??? cute??????????????? and then ling starts out so fricking pissy with greed and tired of his shit and then by the end he’s so devastated to lose him god. GOD

Okay but

Consider if Greed would have lived

- Xing being ruled by 2 kings, living in the same body. One being kind and beneficial to those in need, the other taking charge of tax rates and the treasury (which isn’t a good idea lets be honest)

- Lan Fan dealing with Greed on a daily basis, and their daily exchange going something like: “Hey Lan Fan” “My Lord” “Wrong guy.” “Ah. How are you?” “Decent.”

- Greed not Dying after father , but instead passing on serious injuries to Ling, and having to keep in control of Lings body for a while because if he wasn’t, Ling would die from the sheer pain that only a homunculus could handle. He would still be in pain. Leven after regenerating and being healed, he would still have moments of severe and crippling pain, regardless of who was in control.

- GREED BEING HURT

- Ed and Al visiting on occasion to be 1) Tackle hugged by Ling and 2) Pick pocketed by Greed.

- Greed and Ling making sure NO ONE gets away with any crimes, lowering Xings crime rates to almost non existent.

- Greed taking over (without permission) during a conference with the new Fuhrër of Amestris, and getting scolded after words.

- Greed taking naps in Lings bed. Ling waking up to find he’s slept half way through the day. Greed insisting on going back to bed.

- Ling waking up from nightmares during the night and being reminded that it was all just a dumb dream by Greed, even though he’s still shaken up, because one of the dreams was Greed sacrificing himself to weaken Father enough to kill him, instead of how it played out in the AU.

- BUT GREED BEING HURT LIKE I WANT TO SEE MY BB NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION FOR ONCE

anonymous asked:

Hey, Riza, Roy! Have you ever been to Xing? If yes, have you tried wearing Xingese clothes? :)

Roy: Ah… yes. Xing… We’ve been there just once. When Emperor Ling invited us for his wedding. (Can’t believe that kid actually ruled his country. I’m still halfway to the top with mine) We wanted to decline since we’ve been busy since Riza and I’s promotions but we’re glad we went there in the end.

Riza: It’s such a beautiful country. We did try on their clothes. They were much more comfortable than the usual military garb. 

Roy fit right in with the locals. Too much actually. It came to the point where the locals would straight up converse with him in Xingese, thinking that he was our group’s translator or something.

Royai Alphabet Series: A

I told you all that I was going to do this series. I just didn’t expect to get distracted by writing six other things first. I’m also in the middle of writing the third part of the daemons AU, but I really got some inspiration for this the other day when I figured out what word I wanted to use. As for this, I decided to do something different. They’ll all be stand-alones, as usual, but some of them are going to be connected too. It’ll be in order this time though. So like the first five will be connected and then the next five and so forth. I’ll also be writing characters that I didn’t do much with in the 100 drabble series. And without further ado, let’s begin!


A is for Adventure


The sun was glaringly bright, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as Roy had expected when he stepped off the train. It was nothing like Ishval had been and nowhere near as painful as the desert. Roy honestly wasn’t sure how Ling Yao with his two bodyguards had made it across all those years ago, much less a lone thirteen year-old Princess May Chang. It made him think of Edward and Alphonse Elric, alchemy prodigies at such a young age. And what had he been doing at thirteen?

Oh yeah, that was right: he was stuck studying basic alchemy under a mad man in a decrepit house in the middle of nowhere and trying to convince his daughter to say more than five words to him.

Nonetheless, Roy was more than relieved that things were different now. They’d just managed to establish a railroad track and phone line between the two countries, which had proven to be more difficult than anyone anticipated. It had almost been easier to help rebuild Ishval, and that had taken years. One of the largest reasons that they had been able to accomplish building any sort of bridges between the two countries had been because of Alphonse Elric. He’d taken on his unofficial role as Amestris ambassador in Xing with particular gusto. It had certainly helped that he had a lot of pull with the new Emperor of Xing.

Putting on his military cap helped with the bright sunlight, a decent shade falling over the top half of his face and the front of the cap shielding his eyes. He liked the way it didn’t allow people to look him directly in the eyes and covered his expressions. It closed him off to people when he didn’t feel like talking to them. In this case, he was a newcomer to a foreign land, and while he normally would’ve tried to appear as open and friendly as possible, wanting to put on a good face for Amestris, he felt strangely uncomfortable the moment he stepped off the train.

Maybe it had to do with the looks that he’d caught from a few Xingese natives. All of them wore the same looks on their faces: first recognition, then confusion, and finally disgruntlement. For the first time in many, many years, Roy felt like an alien in his own skin, like he didn’t belong, and he didn’t know what to do. Growing up, he had mostly enjoyed the fact that he looked fairly different from everyone, if only because it made him stand out and somehow it made things easier with people. He wasn’t the picture perfect Amestrian, apparently having inherited his mother’s Xingese looks.

Being in Xing now suddenly reminded him of those first few months after Madam Christmas had adopted him and brought him back to live to Central with her. So many people had looked at him in bewilderment, some even walking up right to them and asking where he had come from, like he was some sort of exotic animal. Kids had bullied him for his different looks, to the point where he had become so defensive and once even cried and begged Christmas to take him back home.

Roy recalled his foster mother’s words now: “You’re different, Roy boy, and you always will be, but don’t ever let it be your weakness. There is only one of you, so make it count. Show them how great it is to be different.”

It hadn’t been very comforting to a six year-old, but her words had sunk into his skin. Whenever he was lying in bed and frustrated with how much he stood out from everyone else, he would think back on those words and he used any hate and ignorance to harden him. They didn’t know he was. They didn’t know his history. They knew nothing about him. So what if he looked like them but a stranger in an Amestrian military uniform? He could use that to his advantage. He knew little of this country except for what he studied and the random bits that he could remember from his mother like a dream.

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Don’t ever let anyone to tell you otherwise!

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The Thneed loves you whatever or whoever you are and whenever you need it the most. And I love you.

Stay important. Because you are.

Headcanon that Lan Fan is totally one of those quiet people who’s secretly hilarious and will say shit out of the blue and doesn’t realize how funny she is– she’s just super careful around Ling because protecting the prince is srs bsns but around anyone she’s comfortable/close friends with she’ll joke around like with Ed if he’s talking shit she’ll punch him in the arm and say something deadpan like “talk shit get hit” or throw looks in the distance as if she’s on The Office and once in awhile Ling sees her doing all this and finds it hysterical but at the same time secretly he just wishes she could feel comfortable being this way around him