#Hohenheim of Light

[dykarun]

Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

[aroace-edward-elric]

let him swear he deserves it

[raffa-taff]

Just a frame I liked from an animatic I’m working on :]

[memesmadefullmetal]

@superpointlesschicken we will shamelessly plug it on here if you do it 😉

- Mod Mustang & Mod Hawkeye 🔥🦅

[galaxybusterz]

; COLOGNE

I DON’T WANNA LIVE IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE NO MORE -

don’t forget 3 . OCT . 10

[owarinaki]

Fullmetal Alchemist 2003EP45 - A Rotted Heart

[emayuku]

Van Hohenheim — This Time Of Year

Christmas, even to those who despise it, is a singularly meaningful holiday. It’s deeply embedded in the psychological makeup of society, and everyone has a relationship to it, good or bad. For some, it’s a time of uncomfortable meetings, a reminder of traumatic memories rather left forgotten. For others, the little whisps of nostalgic memory are intensely therapeutic, happy reminicences triggering feelings of hope and new light in the darkest of seasons. For some, the darkness coincides with seasonal depression, and the supposedly merry Christmas surrounding becomes tough to bear; for others, the Christmas period is a time to take a pause, wind down and reflect on the year gone by, all its ups and downs. The symbols of birth and rebirth, dark winter solistice and a star of hope, past and future, are all heavy in the holiday.

Remarkably, Van Hohenheim’s This Time Of Year is a truly unique concept album that covers all of these topics, and more. It’s an album that really gets deep into the psychological impact of Christmas, its joys and sorrows, with stiking thematic subtlety and an upbeat, ultimately hopeful literary verve. Its ten songs, all newly written by the same songwriting team, strike a rare balance between playful accessibility and nuanced complexity in dealing with all these mixed emotions, augmented by Jackie Lynn Evans’s erudite, jazzy arrangments.

And  then there’s Van Hohenheim himself. The sublime, knowing contrast of his blonde boyish image (still there at 15) and his smoldering, smoky contralto vocals is perfectly suited to the childish glee and grown-up self-analysis that permeates this album. He makes every song sound like it should be a merry Christmas classic, making you almost forget the literary intricacy within. Light and dark, he is truly Christmas, with all the meaningful things that can possibly be.

Track listing

"Christmas Heart" – 2:57

"Ring a Merry Bell" – 3:05

"Hang Them on the Tree" – 2:21

"The Little Star" – 3:08

"The Merriest" – 2:09

"This Time of Year" – 3:34

"Seven Shades of Snow" – 3:32

"Sorry to See You Go" – 2:24

"The Magic Gift" – 3:26

"Winter's Got Spring Up Its Sleeve" – 2:36

All compositions by Fay and Grisha Jaeger.

🎄🎶~Christmas Heart~🎶 🎄

❤️Sung by Aaron Dismuke❤️

For Christmas I would like to give A friend to every lonely heart A peaceful country stream To folks afraid to dream That would be a start

For Christmas I would like to share The hope that comes when life is rough That special kick you get Turning tears to smiles, and yet That wouldn't be enough

To little people I would offer Gold doubloons in a pirate coffer Furry friends to share their sleep And a prayer for love, their dream to keep

For Christmas I would like to send My thanks to lovers everywhere And music soft and clear For all who choose to hear Any little part Of a song that comes from a really Christmas heart

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[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Short Story: Midsummer Pt. 3

 “Greed, when did you manage to get one of those portable televisions?” Envy asked, surprised that Greed was able to get his hands on something that nice before they could. “Got it last week, I got stupid lucky during my jog around the town and saw it right there in the packaging still.” Greed grinned widely as he showed off his stolen little pride and joy as the awful Lions enjoyed watching some gruesome cartoon.

 “Great so you stole it? I thought you turned a new leaf with the circus.” Freddy asked as he pieced the true meaning rather quickly. “Well yeah, it was out in the open at the warehouse. It was begging to come home with me and the troupe. It’s been a very well loved member ever since, we call ‘em ‘Scarlett’.” Greed puffed his chest out proudly at the theft and the name chosen for the stolen product. “You name your things now?” Freddy raised a wrinkled brow that Greed was copying the Mancer tradition. “What can I say? When you named that death trap car ‘Gherkin’, I sorta decided to try that myself with all my stuff. Gotta say, I really enjoy it.” Greed grinned widely upon bringing back the dreadful green truck from Freddy’s past.

 “I’ll have you know Gherkin was a very fine truck.” Freddy was still mad about the destruction of the rusted death trap called ‘Gherkin’.

 “Freddy no, that truck was horrifying to be on.” Dolly had a flashback moment of being on that horrific vehicle all those decades ago. “Face Fur, no it wasn’t, that thing nearly took off our heads when the roof flew off.” Envy wrinkled their nose in disgust over that hideous car and how horrible that ride was. “Envy, I'm like a hundred and one years old and I can proudly say my memories of that car are spotless.” Freddy grumped a bit, remembering that ‘beloved’ green truck that apparently brought joy.

 “Good for you, you’re no longer a little toddler bitch compared to my long existence, we all still remember that nightmare when it spontaneously exploded.” Envy snarkily responded as the train pulled over at the first stop in the journey.

 “It wouldn’t have exploded if you weren’t behind the wheels.” Freddy grumped and huffed at what Envy said, remembering Gherkin through rose tinted glasses. 

 “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that I’m THE best driver of this entire group. It was more or less you having an absolute lemon of a car that was a hazard from the start.” Envy narrowed their horrid little reptile eyes right at Freddy as they tore into him about the car and the audacity of being accused of being a bad driver.

 “Guys shut up, we’re reaching the first stop!” Greed raised his voice, grabbing his things, getting ready to transfer to the next train for the final destination.

 As the train came to its stop at the next station, the entire Mancer clan started to disembark for the next train to Resembool. Sure, back in the day it was just a nice single ride to the rural village, but as things changed over time, especially once Central was declared uninhabitable and the mainstation there was no longer an option, new rails were set in place amongst other things. Sure the planes have made things a breeze in recent times, but to Dolly and to an extent, Dorian, trains were the only things to trust to not implode thousands of feet up into the air. Envy grumbled a bit, finding the whole changing trains a nuisance as something caught their little eyes on the over looking television by the drinks stand. At first, it didn’t seem like anything at first, just some ‘oh no, some campers spotted bigfoot by the outhouse’ spiel on some garbage show, until he came into frame. The entire interview on the television was interrupted when the host of the program was grabbed up by some horrible, prehensile tail covered in scales as the host got shoved into the maul of what looked like Hohenheim's face grafted onto the chest of an abomination. At first, Envy smirked watching the broadcasted display of violence on the television, happily knowing the suffering Hohenheim was enduring before realizing one very important problem: Hohenheim was back and in Resembool now. 

 “Wayfarer, what’s wrong?” Dolly asked as her eyes followed towards the screen Envy was watching before looking disgusted.

 “Damn….Hohenheim has seen better days..maybe a bee makeover is in order.” Dorian commented as he peaked his little green lion head out of the cat carrier.

 “Worse…the bastard is in Resembool too.” Envy stated as they just watched the television in morbid amusement at the suffering Hohenheim was going through. “I’m gonna call up one of the Elrics then to give the heads up..” Freddy wrinkled his eyebrowless forehead, starting to make that trip to the pay phone.

 “Good call Facefur, good call.” Ernest muttered watching the television now too in shock. “Dude, you made a pun!” Dorian pointed on as he poked the absolutely horrifying weapon of mass destruction known as Big Brother Ernest. “Oh gods I did! I’m weirded out from this! That fucker should’ve died from exposure!” Ernest covered his face in embarrassment, the clicking of the bottle cap chain vest rattling as he moved. 

 “What’s going on now?” Greed asked, annoyed that he had to stop on the progress of reaching the next train.

 “Hohenheim evolved into that ugly thing on the television.” Envy simply answers as blurred images of Hohenheim are being shown on screen, clearly the camera person is fleeing for dear life from the horror that is draconic Hohenheim.

 “...Damn…though this is an improvement from the flesh stealing rotted skeleton he was earlier.” Greed was impressed with the huge design shift on Hohenheim, debating if he could capture that thing for the circus. 

 “Guys, I’m going to be taking Carmilla to the restroom, is there a place we’re meeting back up at?” Lust had arrived with Carmilla on the toddler lead and Gluttony closeby as she noticed the group looking on in horror and awe on the television, “Is that Hohenheim? I thought he died during Yule.”

 “I know, apparently the man offended the gods or something cause he just won’t stay dead.” Dolly said as Hohenheim unfortunately caught the fleeing camera person finally for a chow down.

 “Do we even continue on with Resembool at this point? I mean Hohenheim is clearly loose and they’ll likely close off the location until something is done.” Lust asked as she pretty much knew just how bad this was turning out for the group. 

 “We continue on with the Resembool vacation, train or no train.” Envy made the unilateral decision for the entire family group without anyone elses’ objections.

 “Envy, you know I can’t teleport the entire family like that without basically getting a ticket to the lemon filled void like before.” Dolly gave Envy that very pleading look of not having to do a massive group teleportation.

 “No need for it, I got the perfect solution!” Greed butted in, his eyes full of dollar signs at the idea of capturing Hohenheim for the circus.

 “What’s the solution?” Gluttony asked before Lust had to grill into Greed, the years of being around them had conditioned Gluttony to intervene before a fight broke out.

 “I know a guy here in town that can fix us up a nice rental deal on vans on short notice.” Greed grinned widely as the words leaked from his mouth like an overflowing faucet. “Otherwise known as blackmailing. Also back from the payphone, Edward said that the town is going into lock down until further notice.” Freddy interjected, annoyed with how this vacation was turning out to be.

 “Okay, this is fine, we can work something out in the meantime with the family. The town is known for its circus museum, right? We can take a detour there until the vans are ready.” Dolly planned, needing to keep things from boiling over from the sudden change as well as the fact Hohenheim was now a man eating monstrosity. 

 “That is true and I’ve heard some pretty good things about that museum too, but be wary of Greed, Dolly. He’s up to something and I don’t want the entire family in Resembool right now.” Lust advised since Envy wouldn’t be much help in the situation as they only had murder in their brain. 

 “Okay, let’s gather the family right away to discuss the plan changes.” Dolly compromised as she agreed on that sentiment, the entire Mancer family shouldn’t be dragged into a dangerzone. 

 “But Hohenheim is loose!” Envy started to protest, wanting to watch more of the destruction on television being replayed.

 “Envy, this town has an alchemy store I can go to to make that clay construct. You want that, don’t you?” Freddy had no more fucks to give as he drew out the key compromise to get Envy on board to stay a bit in the town until a plan can be formed.

 Envy puttered and hummed before finally agreeing to the arrangement Face Fur Fred had offered to them. Never in Envy’s long existence had they ever agreed to what some flesh bag human offered, let alone something that’s been a thorn on Envy’s side. Times truly had changed Envy, much to their disapproval. Oh well, Envy had won, they’re getting that awful clay construct they’ve wanted and that was all that mattered. Freddy could only mentally smirk at himself since he did have that awful plan of making a living embodiment of a glitter bomb as a form of revenge for Gherkin. With that settled, the massive Mancer family that would put rabbits to shame, gathered at the lobby to go over the change of plan and started calling about booking a hotel on short notice. While the entire family was distracted with last minute bookings, concerns for the elderly Elric family, and gods forbid, a bored Envy, Freddy slipped away to do the shopping for that horrible, awful clay construct to piss Envy off with. The town was busy as old man Freddy wandered about on the old cobblestone sidewalks, his eyes soon catching a sign for an alchemy supply store. What an excellent encounter that Freddy thought to himself as he entered the shop, looking for what could be the most obnoxiously sparkling materials he could use.

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 Deep in the woods of Resembool, Hohenheim roamed sluggishly after gorging himself on the flesh of the film crew and host. It had been a long trip down to the rural village, but it had been worth it. Warmth, food, and now a shelter as Hohenheim entered the cavern to sleep off the feast he had moments ago. Resembool truly was the best pick for the unholy abomination and mockery against alchemy to live in, truly a superb choice in location as the cold cavern floor rested up against the scaly hide of Hohenheim. As Hohenheim rested beneath the earth, troops started to roll in by the droves to hunt down the amalgamated flesh of horror lead by Major Reese Mustang, his cold brown eyes gazing about the landscape. Reese had inherited a lot of his grandmother Riza’s disposition and his grandfather Roy’s determination as he ordered a proper sweep of the location for any signs of the wretched creature with a taste for human flesh. 

[aldrendaux]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime 2003), Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Edward Elric & Trisha Elric, Edward Elric & Van Hohenheim Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Trisha Elric, Van Hohenheim Additional Tags: Mystery, Constructed Reality, What-If, Family, Siblings, Parent-Child Relationship, Established Relationship, Sexual Content, Non-Explicit, Memory Loss, Mind Control, Manipulation, Near Death Experiences, Mentions of Suicide, Self-Sacrifice, Survival Instinct, Will to live, Mortality, Matter of Life and Death, Ed's Foul Mouth, 03Ed is pain and I'm not helping Summary:

Something was lost in plain sight, Ed was sure of it. Be damned if he could figure out what though.

What was lost was all around him, part of the air but not made up of molecules. It was as though he could sense the invisibility of its essence. It had all the ear markings of something important to him, yet he was still content to shrug it off, unable to identify what it was he didn’t know to look for.

 (Or - Ed believes he's living an ordinary life with his mom, dad, Al, and Winry, and starts getting the feeling that something isn't right)

[evilkitten3]

yeah there was at least one other where dante and hohenheim try eating stinky things to cover up the smell of their bodies rotting but i couldn't find it. it was funny tho from what i remember

dsjlhlsdk this doodle of CoS Al terrorizing Mustang was in the 20th anniversary FMA book. did Arakawa do any other doodles of the 2003/Conqueror of Shamballa universe? please tell me she did some omake or something

[hohenheimblog]

My assistants have informed me that the Internet holds a vast array of information and communication opportunities that could greatly impact my research. They also told me that they want me to open up a public forum for me to answer questions about my work. Who am I to refuse?

Serious inquiries only.

[royaigarbage]

Can a slave preach freedom?

Can a captive take hold…

… of what they believe in?

x

[memesmadefullmetal]

Hey what color should I make the shirts :)

We shall ask the good people 😌

- Mod Mustang & Mod Hawkeye 🔥🦅

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

oh my godddd you know what other role Ewan mitchell would absolutely kill in a live action?????

This one.

He would be perfect for it!

Envy

[emayuku]

SONGBOOK: The Big Band Singers II

The Big Band Singers: Tanjuro Kamado, Van Hohenheim and Minato Namikaze

Starring Elizabeth Mayuku and the American Standards Ensemble

This season’s lineup highlights the music and times of the greatest 20th century American composers and singers.

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[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Short Story: Midsummer Pt. 1

 The months have passed since Hohenheim became a cocoon in a cave, the container’s green glow dimming as its fibers loosen. Silver tone streams of fluids poured from the opening of the cocoon after a boot-like appendage ran its wing-like groves on the weakened fibers. Heaving its first breath from three heads, the thing once Hohenheim pulled itself out of the cocoon. The body pulsed for the next few minutes, wings expanding with each beat of its heart. The beast’s body was scaled and shined like bubble solution in the sun with the face of Hohenheim embossed on its chest, gasping for any form of relief from this hell as it made its way out of the cave with renewed needs. The three writhing heads twitched and wriggled in the frosty air before realizing a very important detail: it was too cold to ensure the creature’s survival. The snow was too much, too cold for such a specimen of Hohenheim’s degree. Using the once human brain in its possession, Hohenheim stealthy made its way towards Resembool by wing for the warmth it promised as well as the readily available food source. 

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 The winter came and passed into the new year of 1990, the weather being unusually mild as midsummer preparations in the household of the Mancers. There hadn’t been a flaying in months since Gluttony had chased off Hohenheim into the wilderness with threats of being devoured hideously, most figuring Hohenheim died from the injuries. Because there was the ease of Hohenheim likely being dead and no longer a dangerous presence, plans were made to head down to Resembool for the Midsummer of this year’s celebration. Carmilla the dreadful had mellowed out ever since being placed under the care of Lust after winning full custody rights from Thomas and his now ex wife. Thomas, after the events of the Yule festivities was fully exiled from the Mancer Household, rumor being he got a job on a crab fishing boat elsewhere to make ends meet. At least, that’s what Envy had wanted everyone to believe as they sat on the bottle cap adorned chair like a grody dumpster gremlin as Dolly backed her luggage. Ever since not getting custody of Carmilla, Envy had been dead set on getting a mutant ever since that topic came back once more. “Wayfarer, we’re not going to build a monster from the spare body parts in the morgue.” Dolly calmly stated to Envy as she rolled her luggage towards the exit from her bedroom. “But it’d be fun!” Envy argued, the idea of a frankensteined abomination had absolutely tickled Envy’s fancy. “I might be great with sewing, but I’ve never sewn organic body parts together to make a fully living person. Besides, we have Ernest and Dorian.” Dolly placed her luggage with the familys’ collective suitcases that’ll be rolled out to the van.

 “Exactly! I think we should make them a new sibling!” Envy pointed out, clearly that would be the winning argument. “If that’s the case, then why not go with the clay like before?” Dolly pointed out as the fight for reanimating a nightmare of spare body parts fell apart right away. “Because patchwork monstrosities are better. Besides, I’m sure Face Fur isn’t wanting to make us another clay monster.” Envy clearly wasn’t going to let go of the reanimated monster path as they sat on that damn chair as though it were a throne. 

 “True, Freddy was traumatized by both Ernest and Dorian, but we’re still not going to craft a patchwork reanimated corpse.” Dolly waited a bit on Envy to conclude the debate and hoped they would start packing their bag soon.

 “Fine, dash our hopes for another mutant in our lives! But, I’ll needle Face Fur for another clay asshole instead.” Envy gave a very melodramatic swoon out of humor much to Dolly’s dwindling patiences. 

 “Just don’t get your hopes up on that, Wayfarer. Like I said, Freddy was pretty messed up after the creation of Ernest and Dorian, especially given that Ernest did eat a chunk of his arm back in his youth.” Dolly cautioned as continued to wait for Envy to get their things together for the family vacation.

 “Fairytale please, I’m a master at the art of convincing! I’m sure I’ll get Face Fur on board with making us another clay monster, Grody Gertie will be reality I promise you!” Envy said, clearly proud of the name they had picked out for the hypothetical monster and was clearly determined to have that name. “Oh my gods Wayfarer we are not naming our potential lifeform Grody Gertie!” Dolly paused upon realizing she just agreed to making a monster with Envy as they just gave a shit eating grin at the response.

 “Hey now, I just got you to say ‘our’!” Envy teased immediately, thrilled that Dolly was now sold on another clay monster for Ernest and Dorian. “Envy.” Dolly gave a very deadpanned look at Envy’s antics and was prepared to just pack Envy’s bag herself. “Alright, I’ll get my bag packed now, but we’re definitely going with Grody Gertie.” Envy just had to get that one last shot in for Grody Gertie as an official name before they started packing the bag with what could only be described as a gremlin’s survival pack from the hallway closet.. “No, we are not naming our monster Grody Gertie, we can come up with a better name later once we’re in Resembool.” Dolly gave a sigh at the fact Envy was very much dead set on Grody Gertie and would have to formulate a better name to get Envy hooked on.

 Dolly made her way out of the bedroom to go check on fixing up snacks for the long train ride out to Resembool, the very idea of using planes was not even an option with her. Envy watched as Dolly left, smirking away as making Dolly flustered was now a new fun thing to do. To Envy, Dolly was super adorable when flustered like that as they finished packing their garbage gremlin bag with their favorite Kuromi plush and placed it with everyone else's luggage. Sure, it would be a lot of convincing on Envy’s end to get another clay monster made towards Freddy and just as much convincing to name it ‘Grody Gertie’ once that’s been achieved. Envy stopped for a moment to debate on what to do. They could go straight for Freddy and pester the living hell out of the ancient man to make another clay monster or be a turd in the kitchen while Dolly is packing their snacks for the long ride out. Though it was to make things easy for snack prepping, it was also a bit of an economical move on having each family member book their own cabins on the train in small groups. Envy would be riding in a cabin with Dolly, Ernest, Dorian, Freddy, and Greed as he found a break on tour for it. 

 The fact Greed would be in the same cabin had Envy a little on edge for that pestering of the Face Fur for another clay monster plan. They would have to forgo the snack pestering and head for hunting old man Freddy down for just this occasion. It didn’t take Envy very long to locate Freddy, a smirk coming on their face upon noticing the old man was alone. Perfect, everything was going as planned for getting that shared alchemical abomination. Freddy had been resting in his favorite cushioned rocking chair, relaxing after having to help load up his father into the van for the family vacation. This was possibly the last family vacation Joel could have, seeing as his health finally started to go into decline after Talia’s passing last year. Talks of death and funeral plans had been the topic for the past couple of months, Freddy doing what he could do to make the last moments as pleasant as possible. Freddy had requested to be the one solely responsible for his father instead of Dolly for a change. There came a grip on Freddy’s shoulder, strong and firm as the aging Face Fur sighed knowing who that could be. “Yes Envy, what do you want? Are you even packed?” Freddy sighed as he looked up to greet the family’s garbage gremlin in full view grinning away.

 “Of course I’ve packed, Face Fur! I’m not that lazy now, am I?” Envy scoffed indignantly at being called out in such an unfitting fashion. “Would you care if I responded with yes?” Freddy sniped at Envy rather quickly, having grown tired of this game.

 “Ha ha, you’re such a comedic genius. I’m not here to joke around though, I’m here to talk to you about a possible favor.” Envy shifted topic, their being bruised a bit from that come back. “You realize when you say ‘favor’, it usually revolves around me getting harmed horrifically in some form.” Freddy narrowed his eyes as he said it, a pit forming in his stomach of what was to come next.

 “Well it simply depends on how well you pull it off. Dolly and I have been speaking about getting a third clay construct, how’d yah feel about making that for us?” Envy grinned as widely as possible to sell this plan to old man Freddy who looked at Envy as though they gleefully spoke about a homicide. “Envy, I have that fucking scar still on my arm from Ernest..I rather not get my flesh dissolved once again if I made a third little bastard.” Freddy stated blankly that Envy would even request something as awful as the first time.

 “It could be less flesh hungry than Ernest was when he was made, like Dorian. I’m sure Grody Gertie would be a very fine addition to our little clay based family.” Envy said reassuringly as they revealed that dreadful chosen name for the poor construct. “....Are you being serious with that name?” Freddy had to hold back a laugh at such a ridiculous name that Envy produced. “Why is everyone so against me naming the third clay construct Grody Gertie!?” Envy looked frustrated that their picked out name was being trashed once more. “Because it’s a terrible name!” Freddy finally began to laugh at the absurdity of that name alone and the fact Envy was so determined for it to be official.

“I’ll have you know that Grody Gertie is the most superior name I’ve come up with on my own!” Envy didn’t care much for being mocked like this for a beautifully crafted name such as Grody Gertie.

 “Envy, it’s clear Dolly didn’t even like that name since you left her out in that comment just now. Tell you what, if you and Dolly can come up with a better name than that travesty, then maybe I’ll play nice in making that clay construct.” Freddy was morbidly curious what other dumb names would potentially come out of Envy’s mouth as he gave that offer.

 “You’ll make it if Dolly and I come up with the perfect name? It’s on.” Envy readily took up that perceived offer and ran off to the kitchen to tell Dolly what that old Face Fur said.

 “I said maybe….goddamnit I’m too old to be dealing with this  bullshit…” Freddy mentally declared his chair time was over as he went to get his own luggage into the van to stay there instead until it was time to leave.