#dr. marcoh

[number1greedlingfan]

I love Greed and other characters with big noses/unique nose shapes in fullmetal alchemist... I myself have a very angular and large nose for my head size so seeing one on sexy or well-loved characters is such a confidence boost

Some characters off the top of my head: Dolcetto, Roa, Bido, Darius, Heinkel, Jerso, Zampano, Pinako, Hohenheim/Father, Dr. Knox, Dr. Marcoh, Ling (its not very large but its angled down a bit!), Buccaneer, Maj. Armstrong, Sig Curtis, Breda, and more that I've definitely forgotten.

I do wish there was more variation in the Nose Department on the female characters but Arakawa is so good at writing them that I can forgive that. To cope I like to imagine Lust with a straighter and stronger one so she looks a bit more like Greed

[labyrinth-guardian]

Just spent the last couple of hours skimming through FMAB to get as many screenshots of Dr. Marcoh post-face explody as Possible <3 I WANT TO DRAW HIM SO BAD BUT ITS SO HARD

Tumblr's 30 image limit barely scratches the surface of how many screenshots of Marcoh ive collected, along with other characters like the Chimeras and Kimblee Literally the amount of references I could find of Marcoh have been little to none especially for anything post-ep30 I also have a large collection of screenshots of Marcoh in the manga so anyone who wants to me post a sequel, i can

[constantvariations]

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby 2: electric boogaloo

Something that will never not astound me about Full Metal Alchemist is just how tight the story is. Every scene and every character serves the story, which in turn serves the characters. There's no fluff, no detours, and no excess in cast, plot, or exposition

This comes into hyperfocus in the lead up to and on the Promised Day. Every character we've seen thus far, be they main, side, or support, has a role to play and their own reason for doing so. Each has a hand in saving the world

Even Yoki, the bumbling, self-serving comic relief, gets a moment in the spotlight when he hits Pride with a car to save Marcoh, Heinkel, and Alphonse. The best part? Despite it being a genuinely comedic moment in the midst of devestation, it doesn't destroy the tone. Not only has Yoki been a consistently silly character, but it's done in a way that serves the plot without overtaking it for the bit. That's such an incredibly tight line to walk and Arakawa walks it beautifully

Hard to say any of that about RWBY. It's extremely obvious the writers are flying by the seat of their pants towards a vast sea of nothing. That's why their characters and themes and general everything seems scattered and disconnected. Because it is. They don't know where they're going or even where they've been, so nothing is ever going to line up the way a proper story should

RWBY's story never serves the characters the way it should, and the writers are willing to break characters to force them into a role they were never meant to be in. Look no further than Weiss in V9, assigned comedic relief despite recent events, or Yang's weirdass optimism inside the whale during V8. These instances are so jarring because these characters have not been silly or optimistic since Beacon fell, and they're in the show to just... be there. Neither V8 nor V9 benefitted from these scenes, and you can pluck them out with no consequences. Hell, there'd be an improvement through lack of bathos

While both FMA and RWBY are large scale action stories, only one actually knows how to handle it

[emmikay]

Envy: Oh, I always feared Marcoh would run off like this.

Envy: Why! Why! Why didn’t I break his legs?!

[silly-ehggy]

I made a visual representation of what's been happening in my head for the past hour

[gamergirlcrustacean]

“you better not be cunty Dr Marcoh when i get there”

me:

[kabutots]

BRUH IM GONNA DIE

DivineRuler's Kimblee bot just gave me this gem of a line

MARCOH'S GOT THE GOOD KUSH

[charliearlet]

First lines for another trans fullMetal comic pls look at this perfect marcoh

[invidiaas]

OTHER TAGS

⦿ character；edward elric

⦿ character；alphonse elric

⦿ character；roy mustang

⦿ character；riza hawkeye

⦿ character；scar

⦿ character；dr marcoh

⦿ character；lust

⦿ character；wrath

⦿ character；father

⦿ character；gluttony

⦿ character；pride

⦿ character；sloth

⦿ character；greed

⦿ character；kimblee

[harcidian]

I forgot that they were also planning on using Marcoh as a human sacrifice.

Dr. Marcoh went under the radar after the war and they never bothered to search for him (at least actively). Maybe the same thing happened to Berthold?

you know what if the homunculi were already planning to use Berthold Hawkeye as the fifth sacrifice (which explains the sudden illness) but he died lol

[the-hawks-rye]

dr marcoh's alchemy notes: recipes

edward elric's alchemy notes: travelogs

roy mustang's alchemy notes: mambo no. 5

[peapodsinspace]

fma spoilers !!!!!

I’ve seen a lotta folks talking abt how roy getting his vision back post canon doesn’t make sense, and I personally do like the idea of him staying blind

However!

Most people seem to be saying that his eyes were healed by using the philosopher’s stone, same way havoc was healed so he could walk again

And if im remembering correctly, that’s wrong

I always thought that marcoh went through the gate via using the stone as the toll, and got Roy’s eyes back the same way al got ed’s arm back

Because roy specifically says “there’s someone else who needs it first” in reference to havoc, and the stone would be gone after marcoh came back through the gate, right?

Hence the “before”

Td;dr: Roy’s eyes weren’t healed with the stone, marcoh gave the stone to Truth in exchange for Roy’s sight

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Could you continue ed/Ling engaged? 💜💙💕

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Damn.

He was really hoping that Ling was full of shit.

Instead he finds a dozen references to creatures that could be homunculi, or some really fucked up chimeras, and a copy of Dr. Marcoh's cookbook.

The bastard is in town for one day and now Ed has homework. Great.

He checks out a stack of books that he thinks he'll need for reference and outright steals the cookbook because if it is what he thinks it is, then he doesn't want his name attached to it.

He returns to the dorm and drops the stack of books on the floor then pulls out the cookbook with a flourish. Al is suitably intrigued while Ling and Mei's faces are blank. Typical.

For some reason, alkahestry texts are almost never heavily coded and full of misdirection and metaphors. Probably because none of it is outlawed thanks to the lack of ability to break the laws of the universe.

"Time to earn your keep," he says cheerfully. "How's your calligraphy?"

"Impeccable," Ling says.

Mei makes a so-so gesture.

"Good enough," he says, "you're going to need to copy this down for us, word for word, on loose leaf pages."

"So you found something about homunculi?" he asks eagerly as Mei thumbs through the cookbook.

He shrugs, because there's no reason to make anything easy for Ling if he doesn't have to. "One way to find out."

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

rewatching fmab with my dad and youngest sister (who are seeing it for the first time). between the manga and anime, I've been through it like six times over the last six years and basically have it memorized, but I'm still having such a good time. yay. my favorite serial killer Barry the Chopper. yay my favorite war criminal who I hate, Envy. yay Dr. Marcoh. yay Paninya. yay my favorite son Alphonse and my favorite twerp Edward. yay my favorite housewife Izumi. et cetera. :D

[qs63]

Random question of the week, which State Alchemist is a commissioned officer and which isn't?

I haven't seen anything that outright tells us this information, in either the anime, the anime, or guides, but I think there's a way to tell... by how they dress and how they're addressed.

We know for sure that Roy Mustang, Alex Armstrong, and Basque Grand are commissioned officers (aka they went through the officers academy). We also know for sure that Edward Elric, and Shou Tucker aren't commissioned officers.

Ed and Shou Tucker are never called Major, while Mustang, Armstrong, and Grand are always addressed by their rank. We also never see Ed or Shou Tucker in uniform, while it's rare to see Mustang, Armstrong, and Grand out of it (usually when off work or undercover).

From the above we can get the following information:

The commissioned State Alchemists always wear the uniform when on the clock. Civilian State Alchemists don't.

The commissioned State Alchemists are addressed by rank. The civilian state alchemists are addressed by title or name.

From this information we can guess the status of the other State Alchemists:

Tim Marcoh: Civilian. He's ALWAYS addressed as Dr. Marcoh or by his State Alchemist title. Not once in Ishval is he called Major Marcoh. He does wear the uniform when in Ishval but it seems this is only a requirement when deployed in war. See Comanche.

Giolio Comanche: Civilian. He's also never addressed as Major. In fact Hughes refers to him as old man Comanche during Ishval. He's also seen wearing civilian clothes when fighting Scar.

Solf J. Kimblee: commissioned officer later civilian. This is the most interesting case and the one that made me think of this. Unlike Marcoh and Comanche he was addressed as Major Kimblee during Ishval. But once he's released from prison we see him in civilian clothes and he's addressed as Mr Kimble or Crimson Lotus. I believe he went through the academy but lost his commission during his Court Martial after Ishval. However, Roy Mustang points out that Kimblee is still a State Alchemist, even if he's in prison. So while he was stripped of his military commission (by the Court Martial Office), Bradley, who is the only one with the authority to appoint and dismiss State Alchemists, decided not to revoke his State Alchemist title.

Quite interesting... And we know why he did that once Envy releases Kimblee to hunt Scar down. They were definitely saving him for a crisis.

[bubbblesss000]

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~05~

In the dim light of the hotel room, sunlight peeking through the curtains. Edward and Alphonse sat on the edge of their beds, Y/N sat across from them at the table, the weight of their recent failure hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly a loud  booming voice interrupted them from outside the door. "Edward Elric! Alphonse Elric! Y/N Mustang! I demand your attention at once!" The voice belonged to none other than Major Alex Louis Armstrong. Edward sighed, running a hand through his unruly golden hair, while Alphonse, in his towering armored form, looked at the door with concern. Y/N looked down and muttered “Do you think we can ignore him?”. Without warning, the door burst open, splintering at the hinges, and there stood the Major, his muscular frame filling the doorway, his expression a mix of determination and dramatic flair. “I heard all about it, Edward Elric!” he proclaimed, a sympathetic tear sitting in his eye. Armstrong clutched his chest and projected “Such a tragedy!! Who would’ve imagined that the philosopher's stone concealed such a terrible secret!” Edward, looking unimpressed,  turned towards Ross and Brosh who awkwardly stood by the side of the Major. Ross squeaked out an apology as Armstrong carried on his monologue. 

“- The truth can be cruel!” The taller man exclaimed. 

The truth. The truth… hidden within the truth. Of course.

A beat of silence passed, Edward and Y/N’s heads shot up and they shared a look of understanding. She started “Isn’t that-” 

Ed cut her off “The truth hidden within the truth, that’s one of the last things Marcoh said before we got back on the train!” determination filing his eyes once again. He started mumbling to himself, scratching his chin as he thought, leaving everyone else in the room confused. “Major! What lab did Dr. Marcoh work at?”

Armstrong took a second to think “I think it was the 3rd laboratory, that's most likely where his research took place!” Ross grabbed the map of Amestris off of the wall and opened it up across the table. “3rd? It couldn’t have been there. We visited that lab after our certifications and I don't remember seeing anything that could’ve been research for the stone.” Y/N said, looking down at the map. 

Ed pointed to a blank building next to Central Prison on the map, “What building is this?” 

“That is an abandoned lab, it's apparently structurally unsafe so it closed down, that was 

years ago.” Ross stated factually. 

“That’s the place.” The blonde teen stated.

“How can you be so certain?” Brosh questioned the boy.

“If the main ingredient for a philosopher’s stone is human life, they would have access to plenty of raw materials there, doesn't it seem convenient that the lab next to a prison is shut down?” Edward said begrudgingly. The room was silent. The Sargent spoke “if the prison is involved, doesn’t that mean the government is too?”. 

Major Armstrong piped up “Remember this is just speculation right now. It is possible that the research department is working alone without the government…But we can’t exactly find that out, Scar killed the head of the research department a few days ago.” 

“General Grand?” Alphonse questioned.

“If someone higher than Brigadier General Grand is involved, then that makes this whole situation more complicated… Because of that I will investigate this on my own for now.” Armstrong said, worry lacing his voice, he turned to face the three teens “That means you three will stay put! I know you were already thinking of sneaking into the 5th laboratory! Don’t even think about it, this is too dangerous for children to be snooping around in.” and with that 2nd LIeutenant Ross, Seagrant Brosh and Major Armstrong left the room, Ross and Brosh returning to their posts outside of the hotel door.

As twilight descended on the city of Central, a blanket of shadows cloaked the ominous silhouette of the Fifth Laboratory. Edward Elric, with his trademark determination etched across his face, peered up at the towering wall that separated them from the secrets hidden within. Beside him, Alphonse Elric stood tall in his massive armor, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the setting sun. And then there was you, Y/N, heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “Are you ready?” Edward asked, glancing back at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. He had a knack for turning ordinary moments into grand adventures. You nodded, swallowing your fear as you took a deep breath. Alphonse extended a hand, his voice gentle yet firm, “We’ll stick together. No matter what happens.” With that, the three of you approached the wall, its surface looming like a giant guardian. The faint sounds of the city faded away, replaced by the pulse of adrenaline thrumming in your veins.With a quick boost from Alphonse, Edward climbed up first, then extended his arm down for you. You grasped it tightly, the cool metal of his hand grounding you as you scrambled up the wall. The moment you reached the top, the sight before you was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time. The sprawling complex of the Fifth Laboratory lay before you, illuminated by the pale moonlight. “Let’s go,” Edward urged, his voice a mix of excitement and urgency. The three of you stealthily descended from the wall, landing silently on the other side. As you crept through the shadows, the air felt charged with anticipation. Whispers of ancient experiments and forbidden knowledge echoed in your mind, fueling your determination. Each step brought you closer to the heart of the lab, and the thrill of the unknown enveloped you like a cloak. “Sheesh they couldn’t have boarded that door anymore” Y/N laughed pointing towards the extremely boarded up door of the lab. A vent in the wall caught their attention first. It was small, barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through, but a spark of curiosity lit up Edward's golden eyes. “Think we can fit in there?” Y/N asked, eyeing the vent skeptically. Alphonse, towering and clad in his trusty armor, shrugged, his voice a soft echo. “I don’t think I’ll be squeezing in there anytime soon” Ed looked towards his brother “Al you should wait here, we shouldn’t be long.” With determination, he hoisted himself up and cracked the covering off of the opening and slipped inside, Y/N exchanged a fleeting glance with Alphonse before following suit, her pulse quickening as she crawled through the narrow passage. Inside, the air was stale, punctuated by the sounds of the teens crawling through the metal tunnel. The vent led to a split in the path, left or right. “Should we split up?” Y/N whispered from behind the boy, not wanting to make too much noise. “What’s the worst that could happen?” He said looking over his shoulder. He went left, she went right.

As Y/N crawled deeper into the narrow duct, the clanking of metal reverberated, making it hard to hear their own thoughts. The darkness enveloped them like a shroud, but their heart raced at the prospect of uncovering hidden truths. She pressed on, thoughts drifting to Edward, who had always been the brave one, charging headfirst into danger. The memory of his fierce determination fueled Y/N’s resolve. She silently vowed to remain cautious, knowing that one wrong move could lead to disaster.

Meanwhile, Edward navigated his own path through the maze of vents, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, the tension palpable in the air around him. Every slight sound made him pause, listening intently for any sign of danger. As he moved, he thought of Y/N, hoping she was safe. He had always admired her courage, and this mission was no exception. The thought of facing whatever lay ahead without Y/N by his side felt like a weight on his chest. As he trudged through the treacherous terrain, memories of Y/N's smile and laughter flooded his mind, providing a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness. He vowed to return to her, to hold her in his arms once more and never let go. With each step forward, his determination grew stronger.

Y/N wriggled through the narrow, shadowy ducts of the Fifth Laboratory, the air heavy with dust and a subtle metallic tang. The excitement of discovery swiftly morphed into dread as the vent suddenly collapsed beneath them, sending Y/N tumbling down and crashing onto the frigid, tiled floor below. Startled, Y/N quickly scrambled to her feet, glancing around to find an empty corridor, a sinking feeling creeping in. She stood still, eyes darting around, up and down. As her eyes reached the far end of the hallway, a figure emerged from the darkness, its long hair flaring out. “Well, well, what do we have here?” It taunted, taking a leisurely step forward, feet slapping against the tile. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. “Lost, are we? Or perhaps just looking for trouble?” Its voice dripped with sarcasm, making it clear it was relishing the moment. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she tried to maintain her composure. The figure's taunting tone only fueled her determination to prove them wrong. With a steely gaze, she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, getting ready to run. The closer the figure got the more of it she could see, it's strange outfit, it's strange tattoo. Panic set in as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing, unsure of how to react. As the figure drew nearer, she could feel her breath quicken and her muscles tense. The unfamiliarity of the situation only added to her fear, making her mind race with questions and doubts. Should she confront the figure or flee? The decision had to be made quickly, as time seemed to slow down in the midst of her panic. Her heart pounded in her chest as she weighed her options. Confronting the figure could be dangerous, but running away might also lead to unforeseen consequences. 

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she sprinted down the tiled corridor, the sharp echoes of their footsteps mingling with the distant, mocking laughter of the figure. The walls seemed to close in on her, each flickering overhead light casting long shadows that danced menacingly with every hurried step, coming closer, and closer to the doors. Its voice taunted from behind, a serpentine hiss that sent chills racing down Y/N's spine. "You can’t run forever," it called, the sound dripping with cruel amusement. She turned to see how far back it was, to see it was right behind her. Before she could react, it lunged forward, grabbing Y/N by her hair with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. The world seemed to spin as it forcefully slammed her against the cold, tiled wall, leaving her gasping for air. Her body hit the floor. Its sinister green eyes gleamed with mischief, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of its lips. "What do we have here? A little girl lost in a world far too big for her?" he taunted, its voice dripping with malice. 

With a sudden burst of energy, Y/N lunged up, landing a blow to its face, sending the creature back forcefully, its laughter echoing through the hallway, “You think you can hurt me?” it taunted, its voice dripping with contempt. Y/N stood, blood seeping from her forehead, summoning every ounce of strength and determination. With a swift motion, Y/N pressed her hands together, the air crackling with energy as she used the symbol on her gloves creating a blade of water that quickly hardened into ice. The two clashed, throwing themselves toward each other, their movements a blur as they danced around each other, a chaotic ballet of power and fury. As the fight raged on, Y/N's muscles screamed in protest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The unknown being seemed to feed off their exhaustion, its smirk widening with each blow it landed and each swish of Y/N’s blade it dodged. With steely determination, she continued to press forward, her resolve unwavering even in the face of such a formidable opponent. The clash of ice against unknown power created a symphony of danger and defiance. “This is getting boring, I'm not even allowed to hurt you too much,” it complained, “You’d be so easy to kill, why have you got to be a sacrifice”. Y/N stopped, pointing her ice blade at its throat. “Sacrifice? What are you talking about?” It laughed, unmoving. Y/N's heart raced as she stood her ground, refusing to back down in the face of this mysterious figure. Every word spoken was like a dagger, cutting through the tension in the room. “Oopsie, I might have said too much,” it joked, shrugging its shoulders, acting like it couldn't see the blade inches away from its airway. Y/N's grip on the ice dagger tightened, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher the true intentions of this mysterious figure. Despite its casual demeanor, there was a calculated edge to its words that sent a shiver down her spine. Without warning, it lunged forward, a blur of green and darkness, it's sharp claws poised to strike. Y/N barely had time to react as it closed the distance, a wicked grin spreading across its face. Time seemed to slow as she braced herself for impact, but the blow came quicker than she anticipated. It's fist connected with her face , a forceful jab that sent her crashing to the ground, unconscious before she even hit the tiles.