“Aww, thank you!”
“I-if you don’t mind.” He rubbed the back of his armor head shyly as he came a little closer to her belly and put his armor hand on top of it. He could hear the baby inside of her belly kick lightly.
“Oh, it’s kicking.” He replied chuckling lightly. He loved witnessing a miracle before the birth itself. He thought it was amazing how people were created from other people. It was like alchemy but not. If that even made sense.
Martel’s eyebrows raised and she watched Alphonse with an amused expression. His reaction, by far, had been the most amusing. She patted Al’s armored hand, then placed her hands on her hips, exhaling slowly. “Seems like it’s always kickin’ lately.” she mumbled under her breath.
“Y’know.. uh..” she moved one of her hands to rub the back of her neck, her smile still in place. “…Don’t know if you.. knew, but.. Dolcetto’s the father.” It was the first time she’d said those words to anyone but Dolcetto himself. Everyone else who was important already knew, those who didn’t really didn’t cross her mind. Alphonse was the only other person she’d trust enough to share information so willingly with.
“R-really?” He asked surprised, he didn’t know that Dolcetto and Martel were together, “That’s nice. Are you guys excited?” He asked looking down at her.
“S’really me, kid.” She returned her hands to her pockets and smiled sincerely. Martel had been hoping she’d bump into Alphonse sooner or later. The kid protected her and tried to save her- that was worth something to her. Even sway her loyalty toward him. “—Since Bradley right?” Martel’s hand brushed against her her upper chest and right shoulder, where the long, jagged scar was almost still visible. “It was a close one, but no, I’m still kickin’. You think they can kill me off so easily?”
“Oh, no no. I was just saying I wasn’t sure where you went after Bradley hurt you..” He stuttered he was happy that she was still alive, he could finally get to know her and be her real friend. “Oh, your belly is big.. Are you gonna have a baby?” He asked curiously. He loved children that was for sure. Especially new born babies. Everyone was blessed when a baby was born, at least that’s what he went by anyway.
“Hu— oh! Oh, yeah, I am. In about a month, actually..” Martel tended to forget how very pregnant she was and how obvious it looked. The months had passed entirely too fast. Her hands moved out of her pockets to rub the sides of her stomach. She’d also forgotten how sentimental Al was— he was a good kid, and that had impressed her from the get-go. Especially when he’d saved her from Kimbley’s human bomb. She held one hand out. “D’ya wanna feel, or somethin’..?”
“I-if you don’t mind.” He rubbed the back of his armor head shyly as he came a little closer to her belly and put his armor hand on top of it. He could hear the baby inside of her belly kick lightly.
“Oh, it’s kicking.” He replied chuckling lightly. He loved witnessing a miracle before the birth itself. He thought it was amazing how people were created from other people. It was like alchemy but not. If that even made sense.
Tumblr, I desperately need your help.
Molly’s Facebook
This is me and the single most amazing creature of all time AKA my cat, Nikola Tesla, shortly after I adopted him. He likes belly rubs, sitting on my computer while I’m using it, playing fetch, and knocking over glasses of water. He is a mischievous little shit head and I love him with all my heart.
This is Molly Keck, AKA Molly Marlette, a musician I met through mutual friends several years ago. Adorable, right? WRONG. She’s horrible. Like, Cruella DeVille horrible. I left Tesla in her care while I was out of town for an extended period of time, trusting that she would be a responsible guardian for him while I looked for a new place to live. The night I dropped him off at her apartment was the last I’ve seen of either of them.
I have been frantically trying to contact Molly in an effort to be reunited with my cat but she has totally ignored every text message, phone call, voicemail, Facebook message, comment, Instagram comment, and tweet I have sent her. I have contacted mutual friends, her parents, and her band mates in an attempt to get in touch with her, to no avail. And this isn’t an issue of broken phones or any unlucky extenuating circumstances - she has actually BLOCKED me on social media sites. This woman is deliberately avoiding me, like I’ll suddenly forget that she is holding a member of my family hostage. On top of that, she moved during the period I was away, so I have no idea how to find her (people finder websites have been useless).
I can’t begin to explain all the stress, worry, and sadness this has added to my life. Because of serious time constraints surrounding my move I had to leave Los Angeles without Tesla, so now I am in Seattle, over a thousand miles away from where I left him. Maybe she just wants to keep him (not happening, no way) - or maybe he’s hurt, or worse. I have no idea if he’s even alive. Regardless of the situation, I need to know what is going on.
So, beautiful people of Tumblr, I am begging you to repost this and send her a polite message encouraging her to do the right thing. She needs to know that this is totally unacceptable and that this situation will not go away until I have Tesla in my arms, or at least until I know what has happened to him.
Molly’s Twitter
Molly’s Tumblr
Her Instagram name is mollymarlette as well.
If you hear from her, please email me immediately at katerina@riseup.net. Thank you so much.Help out one of my good friends, and at the very least reblog this.
DON’T STEAL PEOPLE’S PETS
WHAT A DICKBAG THIS LADY IS
- start with the easiest parts
- trick yourself into thinking the rest will go as well
- fuck up a lot
- cry
- put it away for a while
- get inspired and start again
- fuck up again
- cry some more
- go completely broke
- put it away until the week before the con
- panic
- panic a lot
- that’s not enough I mean REALLY PANIC
- throw up
- cry as you sew in your hotel room at the convention the night before the con
- resort to a hot glue gun
- somehow you end up with a cosplay
- enjoy your cosplay
(Source: iseeavoice, via sexybendermako)
“S’really me, kid.” She returned her hands to her pockets and smiled sincerely. Martel had been hoping she’d bump into Alphonse sooner or later. The kid protected her and tried to save her- that was worth something to her. Even sway her loyalty toward him. “—Since Bradley right?” Martel’s hand brushed against her her upper chest and right shoulder, where the long, jagged scar was almost still visible. “It was a close one, but no, I’m still kickin’. You think they can kill me off so easily?”
“Oh, no no. I was just saying I wasn’t sure where you went after Bradley hurt you..” He stuttered he was happy that she was still alive, he could finally get to know her and be her real friend. “Oh, your belly is big.. Are you gonna have a baby?” He asked curiously. He loved children that was for sure. Especially new born babies. Everyone was blessed when a baby was born, at least that’s what he went by anyway.
(Source: theboyinarmor)
“U-um hey everyone, sorry that I haven’t been around lately. Brother and I have been pretty busy. How is everyone doing?”
“Long time, no see, metal boy.” Martel teased, tapping her knuckles on the boy’s chest plate. “How y’been, Al?”
“Martel? Is that really you?” Alphonse asked curiously. He thought that she well, he thought that she was gone forever, what had happened? “I’m alright, what about you? I haven’t seen you since…—” He stopped mid sentence because he really couldn’t believe that she was really still alive. He was shocked, but happy that she was here right now. He had missed her even though they didn’t really form a special bond exactly the time they met, but maybe, just maybe they could form a bond now.
“U-um hey everyone, sorry that I haven’t been around lately. Brother and I have been pretty busy. How is everyone doing?”
“Ah, it’s alright kid! The party hasn’t even gotten up to full swing yet! Have a Coca~Cola, eat some food, have a good time!” Akio slapped the armor the boy’s soul was bonded to, it made a hollow sound.
“See there? You sound as hollow as a cave! Go! Eat! Like the Italians say, Manja manja! (Eat! Eat!- Often said by Italian grandmothers.)”
Akio was obviously on his way to having one too many.
“N-no thank you, I ate before I came here.” He assured the man.
“Aw c’mon big guy! The ribs are the best in the world!” He said with conviction. “And the burgers are addictive!
One kid ran us dry and then he went over to the store to get more“He put his arm around the metal boy. “There’s fun too! We’ve got baseball! Video games! Even a pool at the neighbors house!”
“What’s baseball and video games?” He asked sweat dropping. He wasn’t sure how to tell this man that he couldn’t eat anything because he didn’t have a body.
“U-um hey everyone, sorry that I haven’t been around lately. Brother and I have been pretty busy. How is everyone doing?”
“Ah, it’s alright kid! The party hasn’t even gotten up to full swing yet! Have a Coca~Cola, eat some food, have a good time!” Akio slapped the armor the boy’s soul was bonded to, it made a hollow sound.
“See there? You sound as hollow as a cave! Go! Eat! Like the Italians say, Manja manja! (Eat! Eat!- Often said by Italian grandmothers.)”
Akio was obviously on his way to having one too many.
“N-no thank you, I ate before I came here.” He assured the man.
