#alchemist jewelry

[shenji-yei-v2]

Wanted to sketch my version of Temaku.

Forgor how to use gouache, panicked, put on glitter, panicked again, put on shiny acrylic paint, realized it’s too much.

It’s shiny btw, some more photos below:

gifs are messy because tumblr is cruel. but i just wanted to show how cool is this glitter hehe

[magicalshopping]

♡ Mushroom Terrarium Necklace by Alchemist's Attic ♡

[poeticstims]

Edward Elric stimboard with some metal stims for @grassy-stims !

X/X/X | X/X/X | X/X/X

[cloudymayrain]

I made a necklace inspired by Lust from Full Metal Alchemist!

You can find it here

[natureselements]

✨Air, Earth, Fire, and Water Alchemy Symbol Silver necklaces with gemstones✨ shop below 🌿

[taltostrinkets]

The finest Head Alchemist working at Táltos Trinkets (me) is overjoyed to present you a new era of jewels for all occult fashionistas, diviners, spellcasters, techno or analog witches, and anyone for whom one color is simply not enough: colorshifting, or "chameleon" effects!

Chameleon pigments have an absolutely stunning effect of shifting between 2-4 colors depending on the angle that you are looking at them from. In addition, they are all metallic and have either a sparkling or a satin-like finish. There are 17(!) color variations, which I have named after mythological elements, most commonly trickster figures or objects associated with them.

[captainchaosartworks]

Clootie the Alchemist

Clootie Halloway of Mr. Culexus provenance dressed as Margaret the alchemist from Ziggurat 2. 👺🧪👓

I used to hate drawing lots of belts and fiddly bits like that. Still don't like drawing loose clothing like the shirt. Practice!

Posted using PostyBirb

[moonandserpent]

Arsenic Alchemy Ring hand carved by Moon and Serpent Website or Etsy

For more, please follow my Tumblr or Instagram

[waffliesinyoface]

extremely extremely dumb crack fic idea: after the finale of yugioh, zorc has been banished for good, but bakura’s soul is still. kinda just glued to the ring. not entirely because of the inherent evil nature of the millennium items, but moreso because “fuck you guys this ring is mine.” He’s not really bound to it so much as he’s haunting it because it’s his and what kind of thief king gives back the things he’s stolen??

anyways. the millennium items get lost in the finale, so in this version they get lost lost. They didn’t just fall into a hole in the earth, they fell into [???].

Which basically means that, for contrived plot reasons, the millennium ring + the soul of one Feral Bastard Man wind up in the FMA universe. Alchemy is fun, but what about shadow magic??? 

[shenji-yei]

a friend of mine requested a sketch where Atharu (i wrote her name th ewrong wayyy in the comic sorry) - one of Temaku's proxies, is kinds pissed off by his clownish behaviour and shitty jokes so she "accidentally" drops a pile of noting tablets on him. and then kicks Kita's ass. because he's in the way too.

yup. girlie is kinda tired of these chaotically stupid alien twinks fooling around.

slight nsfw jokes & swearing warning.

y-yeah darkworld alchemists content

[shironezuninja]

3 episodes into the 2nd Season of Spider-Man The Animated Series 1994, and I couldn’t help but have mixed feelings after the HydroMan episode. I miss the Hagane no Chibi-San so much, Spidey-Kun.😣😞

[magicalshopping]

♡ Bottled Bee Specimen Earrings by Alchemist's Attic ♡

[lumenemporium]

Sunset drops

[natureselements]

Let me know is something catches your eye, all necklaces available ✨

[taltostrinkets]

🔮alchemist colorshifting earrings by táltos trinkets🔮

[artificial-transmutations]

Class Change

"Halt, criminal scum!"

Brolar's voice boomed through the small alley and some pigeons flew up, startled by the loud noise.

Brolar knew he had won now. The thief he had been fighting and following through half of the city had maneuvered himself into a dead end now. The walls of the surrounding buildings were too high to easily climb and Brolar doubted the thief would have been able to, even if they were. Both the thief and himself had exchanged some blows before, although the knight's armor on Brolar's powerful frame prevented more serious injuries. Still, the stealing scum had been surprisingly nimble and had managed to land some hits on the lesser protected parts of his body.

It mattered little. As it was to be expected, Brolar had won in the end, and the little rat had nowhere to run now.

The dark haired man he was following had apparently notice his mistake and his hands shot up in defeat.

"I yield! Please spare me!" he squeaked, with a voice like a rat.

Brolar smirked. Even though the newly returned prince Alaric had a questionable reputation, the kingdoms knights were upholding honor and righteousness. And Brolar was proud to be one of them.

"Empty you pockets!" He commanded.

"Alright, alright! Don't hurt me, please." the thief pleaded.

Slowly and with trembling fingers, the dark-haired man pulled out the stolen jewelry from his pockets and offered it on an open palm to the knight. Among the gold and silver rings and necklaces there were some other items as well: Some coins, a velvet handkerchief and a crystal vial, filled with a red liquid.

Brolar recognized the vial immediately: It was an item the kingdom's alchemists were selling, and the red liquid was a healing potion - a potent, yet not overly valuable mixture.

"You even stole from the apothecaries." Brolar said and shook his head. He carefully pocketed the valuables and looked at the potion. "And you couldn't get anything better than a health potion."

The thief looked like he was about to say something, but a single glare from the knight shut him up.

Such a remedy wasn't a big loss to any alchemist. For Brolar on the other hand, it was a welcome way be able to make his way back to the castle with less pain. With a quick motion, he uncorked the bottle.

"Sire, please, this isn't..." the thief began anew, but it was too late. Brolar had already downed the contents of the vial in one single gulp.

"...a healing concoction." the thief ended, eyes wide at Brolar's impulsive action.

"You rat!" shouted Brolar and pointed his sword at the other man's throat. "Did you poison me?!"

"No, it's not poison." the smaller man squeaked, with sweat on his forehead. He didn't mention that the knight had decided to drink the unknown potion all on his own - it would hardly have bettered his situation.

"Then what is it?" Brolar asked, still aiming his blade at the other man.

The thief gulped. "It is an ... elixir of class change."

"A what?" the knight asked. He had never heard about such a thing before.

"Please, put your sword away, and I'll explain."

"Very well, but the slightest attempt of escape will be the last thing you'll ever do."

The thief nodded. He didn't know the details, but what he knew is that the effects should start soon. With any luck, whatever was going to happen would even help him get out of this situation. He just had to bide some time.

"My name is Cerric, by the way." he started.

"Cerric." the knight repeated before snorting. "As if I care. Now, what is an... elixir of class change? What did I just drink?"

"Well, Sir Knight, I know little more than the name, but... it is said to have some quite transformative qualities."

Cerric watched Brolar carefully. If he was not mistaken, the effects were starting already. The clean shaven chin of the noble knight was showing some signs of stubble. Of course, the knight's hair was blonde - what other color could it have - but the small hairs appearing on his chin were darker, clearly visible against the fair skin.

"You're lying." Brolar said and raised his sword again, ready to strike.

"I swear, I'm not, Sire!" Cerric squealed. "You will see soon."

In fact, Brolar felt strange. He was feeling the heavy weight of his armor more than usual right now. He had long since gotten used to the weight of the metal plates that protected him, and he had developed muscles to support them. But right now, it felt as if he was lacking these very muscles. The longer he stood the less comfortable his breastplate became: It wasn't just becoming heavier, but also bigger on his frame. It was as if his torso thinned out and he got more and more wiggle room inside the rigid plate armor.

At the same time, his armor's pants were getting looser. His once trunk-like legs thinned considerably, until only a lean shadow of their former selves remained.

"What... is happening to me?" Brolar dropped his sword which fell to the ground with a metallic sound and touched his face with both hands, just in time to feel it get slimmer. His once square jaw would have gotten considerably less manly hadn't it be for the coating of brown stubble that now adorned his chin and upper lip.

Just as the weight of his armor was becoming too much to bear, the transformation reached his clothes. His sturdy armor pants changed texture and material, transforming from shiny metal and blue fabric to worn, brown leather that was being fastened to his thinner legs by multiple straps of the same material. Moving up, his metal belt turned into a slightly darker shade of brown leather, complete with a cheap bronze buckle.

Next to go were the plates protecting his arms. They became cheap green linen, not providing any protection but highlighting his unimpressive arms. They were lean and slim, and, compared to their former shape, twig-like. The sturdy, yet fine leather gloves on his hands dissolved entirely, exposing his now way more agile fingers. Brolar had never been a man who was good with his hands, but these hands could probably play an instrument well or undo a man's buckle in seconds.

Wait! Where did that thought come from? Brolar had sworn an oath to remain pure - and the very few instances he had to fight unclean thoughts were directed at women. Yet, now the picture of manly bulges came to his mind unbidden - and caused a swelling on another part of his body.

Just as his mighty metal pauldrons turned into cheap leather shoulder guards, Brolar's mind became fogged by lust more and more. He couldn't stop thinking of men! His leather pants showed a clear picture of his arousal. Apparently, his rather mediocre member had grown to a truly animalistic size - at least, that was the only explanation for his bulging pants front.

Suddenly, a big weight was removed, as the last piece of his armor, the chest plate, dissolved into nothing, exposing his lean and slim torso under his open shirt for the world to see. This was a peasant's way to dress, and a raunchy one, too. Brolar exhaled as body hair crept onto his clean upper body (and probably onto other parts of his body as well). It was brown and common, and made him look like a simple person.

However, what was not common, at least to Brolar's knowledge, was the massive bulge in his pants, straining the seams with its size. Brolar was a knight! He shouldn't be feeling these feelings. He closed his eyes in an attempt to cling onto his identity but was interrupted by a sudden touch on his privates. His eyes flew open, and he looked down to a grinning Cerric in shock.

"Need some help with that, stud?" The thief asked with a wink. Brolar wanted to slap away his hand, behead the other man for his insolence, but the pleasure he felt was far too great. He was so confused!

"I'll take that as a yes." the smaller man said and began to work his hands on the massive cock, making the once mighty knight moan uncontrollably.

He had lost the fight as Cerric took his massive rod into his mouth. Brolar's hair grew out longer and turned brown as well. When he rolled back his eyes in pleasure, they, too, changed color: From the steel blue eyes of a knight to dark brown ones, more fitting for the rogue he was now.

What a great change of class, requested around the time of Baldur's Gate release from a subscriber over at riot. While there are no subscription benefits anymore, you can still use my riot page as a tip jar.