#A Heart Made Fullmetal (Edward Elric)

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Finished watching FMAB lately and frankly, erm, obsessed? Uhhh anyways have the Elric brothers……. UH, I might have a crush on both of them both at once lols….

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a heart made Fullmetal

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Mothra was surrounded by her usual bodyguards, looking as regal as ever. She stood heads above them at 7 feet tall.

((For Edward.))

...Unfortunately, an injured blonde teenager would find his way into Mothra's domain, being carried by a rather large suit of sentient armor.

"Please help us...! Brother's injured!"

The teenager groaned, coughing up blood as he held a bloodsoaked metal arm against his chest. A massive slash wound ran from left shoulder to right hip, and it looked pretty deep.

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unfading sin

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i love fma so fucking mych everytime i rewatch it i feel like swallowing a lit cigarette

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tag dump (ic edition) !

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FAIRY!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!! MAY MANY MORE COME!!! :O <3

May I request Edward Elric with the action propmpt 10? That would be awesome!! <3

APPLE PIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Putting their head on their lover’s shoulder (Action Prompt #10)

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Even after all Father had put you through, some things never changed. 

That thing being Edward’s obnoxious love for apple pies. 

Specifically Gracia’s recipe. She had been kind enough to gift you and Winry the recipe years ago. The scrap of paper was well-loved and worn out, stained with butter, and the writing barely legible. But that didn’t matter. You knew the recipe by heart after years of making it for your lover. 

Your forearms were covered in flour, and you were pretty sure you had something on your face as you worked butter into your dry ingredients. Your hands felt sticky with dough, but you didn’t mind. This would make Edward happy, and that alone made your day. 

It always did. 

Especially after all he had gone through growing up and through his young adult life. 

You cracked an egg on the corner of the bowl and added it to the dough mixture, mixing everything by hand until you had the consistency you wanted. It had grown warm in the process, so you stuck it in the ice box to chill for at least an hour while you got to work on the filling. 

Two tablespoons of lemon juice. Nine apples peeled, cored, and sliced into wedges. Both went into a bowl with some sugar and tossed until combined. Then a skillet was turned on, and everything was put in with more butter and mixed until the apples were soft. The scent of fruit filled the air, making your mouth water, and you felt giddy at the idea of eating the dessert later. 

You may not have been Edward, but you still loved a good apple pie now and then. 

Just then, warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a chin was put on your shoulder. 

“What are you making?” Came Edward’s voice, and you hummed, leaning your head on his as you tossed the apples once again in the skillet. The sugar was melting. It was almost time. 

“Apple pie. You asked for one last week.” You said warmly and felt him grin as he turned his head to place a kiss where your shoulder met your neck. 

“You remembered?” At this, you huff out a laugh,

“Have I ever forgotten something?” You say, and he thinks it over, pecking your cheek this time. 

“No. It’s like Ling said. Something about elephants never forgetting. Wait, no—Alphonse said that in one of his letters. He’s studying them with May Chang in between alkahestry lessons.” He said, tapping his fingers against your waist. 

You gently pry his arms away from around you, ignoring his whine, and go to pull the dough from the fridge, turning off the stovetop as you do so.

“Now that you’re here, you can help me.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow,

“You’re trusting me in the kitchen? I thought I was banned after Valentine’s Day.” He says but grabs an apron from where it’s hanging on the wall nonetheless. You hold a finger up, smearing some flour on his nose,

“I’m trusting you with supervision. Don’t think I’ll let you in the kitchen with anything less than that. Alphonse can cook better than you, and he didn’t even have a body growing up!”

Edward mutters under his breath, something about how “that isn’t fair,” but he smiles at you nonetheless when he notices you watching him tie the apron.

“Like what you see?” He teases, and you offer a mischievous grin. “I always do.” You retort and delight in the way his cheeks flush a pretty pink.

You quickly put Edward to work with the dough from the ice box. You carefully instruct him how to make pie crust and are actually rather impressed with how they turn out. Soon, you have two perfectly constructed pie crusts ready to be filled. 

Maybe you can actually trust your lover in the kitchen. But then you remember the burnt attempt at breakfast from Valentine’s Day. 

Like you had said before, he’s allowed in the kitchen with supervision.

You blink and are torn from your thoughts when something is smeared on your cheek. You look up from where you are preparing the second pie to see Edward with that grin of his that means he’s up to no good. Egg yolk is coating his finger, and you assume that’s what he just put on your face. 

“You're supposed to be brushing the pie. Not my face.” You say, and he laughs. 

It’s one of your favorite sounds in the world. 

“Just seeing if you’re paying attention.” He says, and you smile. His own grin softens as you step into his side, wrapping a flour-stained hand around his waist. 

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, and he gently grasps your chin, turning you to face him, and kisses you so gently as if you’ll break. He tastes like stolen pie filling, but you don’t mind. 

He’s so gentle with his love. He always has been. 

It was one of the things you love about him. 

And it was soft, domestic times like this that you treasured the most. 

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I have a feeling I may have made this comment before- or maybe someone else did- but Valkyrie's outfit gives me Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vibes. And to be fair from the bits and pieces I can gather from art and reblogs I think they'd get along. (And probably give the adults around them a fucking heart attack, possibly even whatever Skull's version is lol)

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Beautiful As Can Be

Relationship: Edward Elric x Female Reader

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Warnings: Fluff :), cute, compliments, friends to lovers technically, reader has both legs as automail, past accident trauma, insecure reader

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Edward has never been happier in his life to see his best friend after one year. Her hair grew longer, and she was a bit taller. He was still at least an inch taller than her, but he was nervous that he’d be the one shorter than her if she grows any further. She claims many times before that she’s done growing, but that was before he left to become a State Alchemist.

Even now, watching as she smiles at the shopkeepers and studies the vegetables or fruits laying on top of tables, he didn’t realize how in love he really was. The way her long hair flows with the wind and not tied up into a ponytail in which she always has it in, he notices how much she hasn’t really changed. Her personality was there. Her looks have matured a bit, but still the same. 

But the one thing he has noticed is the way she dresses. No more shorts, above knee skirts or dresses…now it’s been pants or long dresses. To the point where you couldn’t see her automail legs.

“Ed.” Her voice as smooth as butter brings him back to reality. “What are you staring at me for? It’s embarrassing.” She giggles lightly. “What do you say? Should we add carrots to Granny Pinako’s stew?” 

It was hard for him to process her words, but he looked away with a red face. He had no idea he was staring at her for so long. Even seeing the shopkeepers’ smirk made it obvious. He cleared his throat before nodding. “Y-yeah. Carrots in her stew sounds good.” 

Even so, he couldn’t help but to look back at her covered legs. The strong winds that day brought the dress up just a little bit, showing her automail legs by not that much. Memories of the day before he left were all he could think about when looking at her. A day they both could never forget.

She was caught under rubble during an attack. Her legs were sacrificed to save a little boy. He and Alphonse managed to get her out of it, but they didn’t get to save her legs. They were gone for good. Seeing her cry before and during the process of getting her automail legs, it breaks his heart. 

He still wonders how he can apologize for never coming by to visit and seeing how she was doing. Was she heartbroken with having no normal legs? Was it difficult for her to get used to her new legs? So many questions, so little time for him to get answers.

“(Y/N)...” He mindlessly calls her name as he follows her through the market. She hums in acknowledgement. “Are you…” He pauses, taking a deep breath to ask such a question. “Are you embarrassed about your legs?” Although he was kicking himself in the shins at the moment for asking such a personal question, he still wanted to know. It was important to know.

She froze in the middle of the walkway, her face turned away from his. He waited patiently for her to answer. “I…um…I didn’t think you’d notice.” She says. Something seemed to have caught her attention when she whirled around towards him, eyes so wide they were as big as plates. “I-I’m sorry, Ed! I don’t mean for it to be so…um, since you have automail, too…Not that it’s embarrassing for me that you have them! I mean – what I’m saying is that they actually look really good on you…but…” She rambled off, her face getting even more red the more she talked.

They look good on me…? He thinks with a blush growing on his cheeks.

Edward smiled at her, gently taking a hold of her free hand with his gloved one. “(Y/N)...can you tell me why?”

(Y/N) looked away. “People…stare at me. Not that kind of admiring stare, you know? They are more of…judging stares.” She mumbles. Edwards eyes widen in surprise as he listens. “It just…it makes me feel…not normal. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find someone to marry. Will a guy even love me for having not natural legs for a woman?”

His grip tightens a bit on her hand. A shadow grows over his eyes from his bangs as he growls. “What…? How could you say that? You are more beautiful than any regular looking woman!” He yells out. “If anything, the automail makes you shine brighter!” He was so determined to make her feel better, he didn’t realize everyone around them started to pay attention.

“E-Ed…” She mumbles shyly.

He brings her hand to his lips, softly planting a kiss onto her knuckles. Her face practically exploded with the gesture. “If there’s no man that’ll take you as their bride….then I will.”

“Ed!” She shouts, whacking him across the head with the basket of food she was carrying. He shouts out at the unexpected attack, covering his head with his hands. “You idiot…” She grabs his hand, quickly guiding them out of the many eye sights. 

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Bonus:

“So, promise me you’ll show off your legs more.” He demands when they get back home.

“Stop! You’re embarrassing me…” (Y/N) blushes.

“Actually, scratch that. I prefer it to be me being the only one to see them.” He smirks to himself.

“Ed!”

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is that DAVID CASTAÑEDA? oh, no, that’s JAVIER ELIO DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a THIRTY-FIVE year old FREELANCE CINEMATOGRAPHER who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in SANTA MONEDA in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is SPENCER SHAY from iCARLY.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ basics.

full name: javier elio dominguez-herrera .

nickname(s): javi ( preferred ) , elio ( by select few ) .

age: thirty - five .

zodiac: libra .

birthdate: 8th of october , 1989 .

ethnicity: mexican .

gender: cis male .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: heterosexual / heteroromantic .

occupation: freelance cinematographer .

language(s) spoken: spanish ( with veracruz dialect ) , english .

character inspirations: edward elric (fullmetal alchemist) , tadashi hamada (big hero 6) , laios touden (dungeon meshi) , sokka (atla) .

aesthetics: candid photos of fond memories , loud guitar riffs , messy bed head and cowlicks , early 2000s emo phases , a collection of old playstation games on display , band posters covering your bedroom wall , loud music coming from a car passing by , the warmth of the sun in the late afternoon , your reflection off of the lens of a camera , worn out converse , shelves lined with old cds .

most replayed song: besitos by pierce the veil .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ personality.

creative, rambunctious, eccentric, curious, protective. the type to defend his siblings to the end of the earth. wears his heart on his sleeve but acts like he doesn't. incredibly caring towards those he loves, familial or not. appears closed off at first, but he tends to be pretty extroverted in social settings. can be chaotic but means well, truly. nerds the fuck out with film and rock music, but tries to avoid coming off as pretentious (though he doesn't always succeed at that). enjoys adrenaline rushes and feeling alive.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ background.

javier was the sunshine to a newly-wed couple, blessing them on a warm october morning. his mother gave him the middle name elio, derived from the greek word helios, to symbolize the brightness he brought with him in his birth. his parents were both big names in mexico's pop culture: his mother being a renowned pageant queen turned scream queen and his father being an adored tejano musician. his youth was happy and healthy, a spoiled only child for the first ten years of his life.

however, the dynamic of the family eventually took a hit. his parents had been going through a rough patch for months at this point, arguments being heard from the other room (which in turn would make javi turn up the volume on his tv to drown out the noise). he was too young to really understand the severity of the problems, but what he did understand was that he suddenly had two siblings. at first he was confused: his mother never said she was having twins. but when his father's affair was explained to him and another child was brought into the family, javi wasn't sure what to do. he had been excited to become a big brother, and with two babies in the family now, he was even more excited to be a good role model for them. but something was different. call him a mama's boy, but an anger toward his father started spreading in his heart. how could his dad cheat on his mom? how could he do that to the family that loved him so much?

he made it a point to be a caring older brother, playing with the twins all the time. he introduced them to video games, letting them sit on the couch while he sat on the floor and played resident evil and silent hill. he'd teach them how to play: luna being a lot more eager, but had a bad habit of accidentally deleting or overriding his saves (this would be the cause of most of their fights).

he also introduced the twins to grunge and emo music, showing off his CDs and the seemingly hundreds of band posters lining all four of his bedroom walls. when he was about 16, an impulsive and rambunctious javi decided to start a band with his best friends, showing off the guitar skills he had practiced for the last six years. his band wasn't very big, as most of their "shows" were in someone's garage with family and close friends attending the small crowds. he asked his family to not broadcast his band, being embarrassed (as most 16 year olds can be) of his skill and always preferring to be on the other side of cameras. the band broke up the year after they graduated high school, but javi continued with his love for playing music, learning covers of his favorite songs in his room and having luna and esme sing and perform along with him.

when he was 20, the family packed their bags and moved to new york. his mother claimed it was to protect her children, with the twins often being victims of bullying over rumors of their mother being a bruja. javi would get sly comments in school about it, most of which he'd ignore or retaliate with swearing and his middle finger, but was surprised to hear how mean and relentless his siblings' classmates were. he hesitated with leaving his life behind in veracruz, but his need to protect his siblings far overpowered that. he held their hands as they exited the plane at jfk airport, reassuring them that he wasn't going to abandon them anytime soon.

adjusting to life in america had its challenges, but javi eventually started blossoming. he decided to attend university with the intention to major in latin american studies, but after one filmography elective class, everything changed. he switched his major to film, specializing in cinematography, and never looked back. he always knew he liked being behind the camera lens, being the one to take photos or videos of his friends and family, but he never realized just how much he enjoyed it until that chance class. his parents were thrilled to see the spark in his eyes when discussing film, and they immediately pushed for him to get internships in the film industry. they helped him get cameras to study and practice with at home (nothing industrial like on movie sets, but practice is practice). as the years went by, javi was able to obtain more jobs as a cameraman for different movies (thank you nepotism!), cementing a name for himself in the industry.

years later, luna broke the news that they were moving to chile to attend university. their mother spoke to javi privately, asking him to go with them to protect them. he'd heard this before, and didn't hesitate. he grabbed his things, bought a plane ticket, and held his siblings' hands as they exited the plane at amb airport.

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when he and/or his siblings get into fights, he resolves the issue by talking it out — with a talking stick that he's used since 2006. takes it very seriously, not allowing anyone to talk unless they're holding said stick. its decorated in stickers the siblings all picked out.

took the twins to their first ever concert in new york to see pierce the veil. ptv is his favorite band, and he's brought his posters of them every time he's moved.

his second-favorite band is system of a down. he almost always picks chop suey if he's at karaoke.

his relationship with his father is significantly better than it was when javi was adolescent, though he still struggles with forgiveness. he knows his father has done everything he can to make amends for his affair, and he has a lot of guilt for still feeling the way he does.

he hyper-analyzes his interactions with people, especially in romantic context, in an effort to not end up like his dad. he also goes out of his way to be a good big brother to his siblings, due to his desire to be a solid male figure in their lives (he was always worried his dad would cheat again. he never did, but it never soothed the worry in the pit of javi's stomach).

walking into his room feels like being shot back to the early 2000s. he has CD players for his collection, his original playstation and game cube, a stereo which he listens to the radio on, lava lamps on his nightstand, and his walls are always lined with his favorite bands from his youth.

his iq drops when he's around rafa. they grew close once he moved to new york and is a definite enabler for rafa's bad ideas.

loves horror — but what else do you expect from the son of a scream queen? he goes all-out for halloween decorations, focusing on the more scary aesthetics of the holiday. he's been pyramid head from silent hill for halloween for the last three years.

goes out of town every so often to film. it took a minute, but he was able to get his foot in the door in chile's film industry. he enjoys traveling but definitely prefers being home.

big anime guy (his favorites being dbz, one piece, and naruto), and to this day he still collects yu-gi-oh cards, one of his most prized possessions.

collects pocket and butterfly knives, and knows a few flashy tricks. tends to play with them when stressed out to keep his hands busy.

rides a motorcycle as his primary form of transportation when alone, but uses his car when with luna or rafa.

enjoys adrenaline-junkie-adjacent activities, like rock climbing, bungee jumping, racing, kickboxing, etc. very active and spends a lot of his free time at the gym.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ wanted connections. (more tba!)

the usual! friends, best friends, neighbors, maybe an ex fling or two, other people in the film industry, etc.

subjects for his independent projects. he likes to make short films in his spare time and would appreciate anyone willing to stand in front of the camera.

musicians or other music lovers. despite not being in a band since high school, i'd love to have javi explore his love for music during his free time between filming.

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FMAB / AoT Comparisons and Contrasts

I was holding off on making this post because I didn’t have enough evidence to compare EVERY aspect from both franchises, but I feel like I have enough evidence to at least explore the similarities between a majority of the main characters and a couple locations. That said, I reserve the right to make a second part to this post if I feel like it.

OKAY! SO!

Because I am an avid, hardcore fan of both Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist, I began to look compare and contrast characters from both series and oh my goodness the similarities are uncanny- like, y’all, I’m so convinced Isayama took inspiration from FMA, I’d be shocked if he didn’t.

Before I get into anything, I should point out that someone has already made a couple of these observations already in a Reddit post, but I’m just adding onto these findings. Link to the OG post is below.

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED EITHER SHOW!!

Alright, so to start off in terms of characters, we’ve got Edward Elric and Eren Jaeger.

They’re both hot-tempered kids who lose their moms and see her suffer in horrific ways.

Their dads also technically walked out on them early on in their lives.

They also lose body parts but get them back at some point.

The deaths of their mothers trigger their character arcs, starting with how? Enlisting in the military.

Then there’s Winry Rockbell and Mikasa Ackerman:

Childhood friends/love interests whose parents died at a young age.

They care deeply about the protagonists.

They’re also terrifying when angry.

Alphonse Elric and Armin Arlert:

The blonde, smart, sensible characters who are almost always by the protagonists’ side.

Got an absolute GLOW-UP as they got older.

Trisha Elric and Carla Jaeger:

Mothers to the protagonists who have the signature “dead anime mom” hairstyle.

Died while the protagonists were young.

Their deaths prompted their sons’ character arcs. (If not the entirety of both series.)

Unaware of their husbands’ past.

Van Hohenheim and Grisha Jaeger:

Fathers to the protagonists who walk out on their families at an early age.

Both wear glasses and have somewhat? long hair.

Both were either directly or indirectly responsible for murder at some point.

Under the heel of a higher power too. (Grisha with Marley and Hohenheim with Xerxes.)

Jean Havoc and Jean Kirstein:

These are literally the same characters, just different shows.

Same first name, same haircut, same mannerisms, SAME ENGLISH VA-

Also kinda got a glow up as they got older.

Once again, if I had a nickel for every time Mike McFarland voiced a character named Jean with an undercut and playboy tendencies, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right??

Roy Mustang and Levi Ackerman:

The cool, collected and unbelievably badass heartthrobs with black hair and high military ranks.

Also terrifying when pissed off.

Riza Hawkeye and Hange Zoe:

The second in command that’s usually by their superior’s side.

Also unbelievably badass.

People may or may not ship them with their superior.

Erwin Smith and King Bradley:

I honestly could not find much similarities between these two except for the fact that they’re both leaders of their military division?

And they both die in the end I guess.

Maes Hughes and Marco Bodt:

The kind, gentle hearted ally of the protagonists who find out the truth about their enemies before anyone else and dies because of it.

Lust and Annie Leonhart:

Female antagonists that get dealt with early on in their series.

Capable of regeneration of their body.

Brings harm to the protagonist’s ally at one point. (Lust with Hughes and Annie with Marco.)

Gluttony and Bertholdt Hoover:

Male antagonists who are usually around or involved with their female partner one way or another (Bertholdt with Annie / Gluttony with Lust).

Care for their female partner a lot.

Both are killed by being eaten by someone (Bertholdt is eaten by Armin / Gluttony is eaten by Pride), but not before desperately crying out for their female partner (Bertholdt cries out for Annie / Gluttony cries out for Lust).

Scar and Reiner Braun:

Scorned men and enemies of the protagonist who eventually come after them to get revenge for their homeland(?).

Turn around and become good(?) in the end, fighting alongside the protagonists’ allies against a common but VERY different enemy (Reiner with Eren / Scar with Father).

Truth and Ymir Fritz:

Beings from another realm that interact with the protagonist one way or another.

Aid the protagonist realize their full potential, for better (Edward) and for worse (Eren).

Homunculi and Titan Shifters:

Mysterious beings with regenerative properties and unique powers.

Their powers can be transferred to new users if the previous users dies(?) (Ex. Greed with Ling / Eating a Titan Shifter as a pure Titan).

I swear I am not crazy, I just have an unhealthy obsession with both of these shows. Making a part two shortly.

OG Reddit post here:

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Hey! You doing good? Life treating you well? I hope so :) could I please request an fmab, Alphonse x fem reader? Just a cute fluffy story with reader who is a big sister to a much younger sibling (like 8 years apart, big sis 14 lil sis is 5-6) and all the shenanigans that ensue with the brothers? Thank you!

Learning Something New (Alphonse Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗦𝗢 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You don’t think you’ve ever seen your sister crush on someone as hard as she does for Edward Elric. 

  Granted, she’s only six years old so the list of boys who held her heart wasn’t very long. There was the seven-year-old from two houses down from you. And a little brunette boy who could count the highest in her kindergarten. There was even the time she very loudly whispered in your ear how she was going to “Marry Mister Mustang!” one. All while the man was sitting at a table, less than ten feet away. And you wouldn’t be surprised if there were many, many more that you haven’t heard yet. Though for now, you can’t help but feel like a new boy in her life is impossible.

  “Eddie~!”

  At least, it’s impossible while Edward Elric still insists on visiting your parent’s library. 

  Living in Central all your life has made you well aware of the fact that State Alchemists are to be respected by everyone- especially civilians. And with the library with one of the largest collections of non-alchemy-related scientific notebooks, you’ve met quite a few who were hoping to brush up on their studies over the years. Your constant shifts at the book restoration corner while helping out your parents wherever you could made sure of that. But that meant your sister had to come with whenever you weren’t home to watch her after her school got out too. And on most days, that wouldn’t be so bad. After all, she’s always been quite the charmer. But sometimes…she could be a little too charming.

  “Oh, hey you two!” The sound of the Fullmetal Alchemist's cheerful voice fills your ears as he steps into your view with his brother in tow. There was no way he was going to get off with sneaking away now that they were caught in the library by your sister. And the three of you knew that. Truth be told, you had known the two of them were in the library for a little while. Al’s armor always had a bit of a creak to it when he walked. And Edward never really could keep his voice down, even when he was whispering. Still, you weren’t going to be the one to point out to your little sister that they were here. After all, you had a feeling they were here to work rather than to say hello. Though now, their plans might just have to change. “Working hard or hardly working?”

  Your sister laughs but you have a feeling she didn’t actually understand the joke. It’s obvious she’s just excited to see him. After all, he’s one of few patrons that take time out of their busy schedule to play with her for longer than five minutes. Though not always by choice considering how tricky she can be. And admittedly, you’re always happy to see the Elric brothers too. It’s refreshing to see someone your own age walk through those doors. Though your attention has always lingered on a different one than your sister’s. 

  “Eddie! Eddie!” When her energetic calls are getting a little loud for the building, you lean over to shush her. Realization washes over her for a second as her eyes go wide and her finger shoots up to lay across her lips in a classic librarian pose. But that little distraction does nothing to take away her growing excitement over who knows what this time. And nor does it pull her away from her thoughts long enough for her to hear Ed’s near-silent groan of ‘That’s not my name…’ that’s now making both you and Al attempt to hide your laughter. “C’mere! I wanna show you something!” 

  That was the only warning served to the Fullmetal Alchemist before your little sister was hopping off her chair and snatching up his left hand in her little fist. The boy barely had a moment to protest before she was already dragging him down the aisle and turning a corner- red cloak and little sister disappearing from your sight as you watched on. It happened so fast. Faster than you really expected considering the size of your sister compared to Edward. In fact, it wasn’t until their voice started to fade from your ears that you realized that the two of them really took off. Leaving you alone. 

  With Alphonse.

  Oh god. That’s the only thought running through your head as the realization truly sets in. Oh god, oh god, oh god. In an instant, you felt yourself growing flustered. Though the warm feeling that was taking over your body just worsened as Al then turned his head from where the direction in which his brother went towards you. You try to offer him a small smile and think of something to say. But your smile is shaky and awkward at best, and your mind is going a little too fast for you to handle. So you end up breaking eye contact and burying your face in the latest book in your pile to be restored. 

  You know you should have tried harder to say something clever to crack a little joke about what just happened. You’ve always been able to do it to others when your sister is up to her antics. But now that you think about it, this might be the first time you have ever been alone with Al. And the fact that the two of you are just cooped up in the little back corner of the library where you work isn’t making things any better. You’re so used to having him approach you with your sister around or with his brother by his side. For you, that was always a safety crutch. A distraction. Someone you could push your attention to so that you could focus on anything besides the fact that the Alphonse Elric was standing so close to you.

  Yep. You could be as bad as your sister when it comes to boys. 

  “I…” In the end, it’s Al’s voice that breaks the silence. It’s just a quiet sound at first. Carried by his timid yet sweet-sounding voice. You always thought that it made him sound so gentle and caring despite his hulking figure. And it’s at that thought that you truly do smile just a little. You’ve only heard whispers of what they’ve been through. But they’ve never shown anything short of kindness towards you and your little sister. Never. “I’m sorry if my presence frightens you…”

  Scratch that. You’re way worse than your sister. Especially for making someone as nice as Alphonse apologize for just existing.

  “No, no, no, no!” Now it’s your turn to get louder than you intend to as you look up and shake your hands to emphasize the gesture. And it’s the sound of Al’s laughter that brings you back to the present and makes you aware of your tone. By now, your face feels like it’s on fire, and you’re downright mortified too. Though at least you’ve saved one interaction. Now, it’s time for you to wrap the rest up in a tight little bow. Or in the case of your job, a perfectly bound spine. “It’s not that, it’s just…”

  Your hands come to rest on your desk. Your fingers brush against a rounded, wooden edge of your guillotine as you fiddle with a needle in your other hand. Explaining yourself now is just as hard as you expected it to be. And you truly feel like you set yourself up to fail. You don’t have experience with this. Work and your sister have always kept you busy. You didn’t have time for boys. And when you did, no one really captured your attention. Not like Al does anyways. But…

  “I’m…”

  With a deep sigh, you try to remind yourself that you can do it. Not because it’s for a paycheck. Or it’s for your little sister. You can do this- for you. Because once upon a time, you weren’t a big sister. You weren’t able to share your clothes when they got too small and or let someone else play with your toys that you loved so much. You thought you would never do it. And you thought you would never enjoy it too. Once upon a time, you weren’t good at what you do in the library. You weren’t able to cut the pages straight or replace the glue on hardbacks. You thought never repair something as good as your parents. And that you would never be able to do it on your own. You had to learn how to do all these things.

  “I’m actually really glad you’re here, Al...” 

  So maybe you could learn how to talk to boys too.

[alchiimia]

@experimentalfma

Rocket.

A vehicle that uses jet propulsion to accelerate without using the surrounding air. 

It was ironic, maybe even a bit laughable, that someone who'd seen chimeras, giant walking statues, stones in the color of blood made from human souls... that it was something as common as this throwing Edward's mind into shock and awe. Or, well - common in this world, anyway. A world not bond to the law of equivalent exchange, a world where Science reigned supreme and Alchemy was lost to the dark medieval times. His world, now. For the good and for the bad.

But, yes, rockets. Damn interesting things. Ed was by far a man of chemistry, rather than physics and math, yet learning about these equations was entertaining nonetheless; he'd always loved learning new things. The little mountain of books currently piled up beside him spoke for itself. He'd been in the library all morning, reading and learning and indulging into the perfect escapism while ignoring everything else wrong in his life - hours passing by and barely moving, save for the turning of pages and the occasional shuffling into a slightly different sitting position. That was, until he actually ran out of books in the mini-mountain.

And that's when God saw fit to remind him that, even by the other side of the Gate, he was still accountable for his sins and must repent.

Because, of course - the one book Ed now really wanted was out of reach; peeking down at him from the very top of the shelf. Downright mocking him with its shiny cover and rich colors. Come and read me if you can, I'm so interesting!, Ed could practically hear the siren's call. And what was Edward Elric once Fullmetal Alchemist if not stubborn and resilient? Taking the chair he’d been sitting on, he brought it closer and climbed on top and - there! Problem solved. Or, almost... for, in the end, he did not grab the thing all the same. Suddenly distracted by the very characteristic sensation of being stared at.

"What? Never seen someone who can’t reach the top shelf?"

A short person, in other words, but it would take far more than being stuck in a foreign, alternate universe for Ed to admit it out loud. And, yes, maybe he was being grumpy. Maybe the stranger, whoever they were, didn't even mean to stare and was simply also searching for a book in that same shelf. Maybe it was just Ed's paranoia kicking in, because the past had taught him over and over again that being stared at usually implied having to prepare for a battle. Either way, when glancing over his shoulder with a scowl and ready to shoo the person away, what Edward found was-

...A ghost.

Past and future mashed together, and no single explanation given. 

His gold-colored eyes widened and suddenly it was Ed staring, staring hard and helplessly, color draining from his features and every ounce of strength momentarily leaving his body.

"....Al...?" 

But could it be…? His beloved Alphonse, returned to flesh body and somehow here in this world…? give him back, he’s my little brother, he’s everything i have, you can even take my heart Ed's hand that had been left hanging absently found the book, then, but a different one and far heavier. And that, along with the discharge of entropy suddenly taking over his mind, the sudden screeching of his memories plunging all over again into that dreadful night, could really only have one outcome: Ed losing his balance and toppling right off the chair with a quiet gasp. And not only did he meet the library floor right on his butt and in a very undignified manner but, right after, that same volume came to drop on his head.

And, somewhere in the Gate, Truth was probably laughing hysterically.

[wulfrann]

10 Fandom, 10 Characters, 10 People

Thanks @moondal514 for the tag!

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

This is an impossible task so I'm filling this up with how I'm feeling right now, impulsively, without thinking about it too hard. Ask me tomorrow it would be different. Also the order is arbitrary and means nothing.

1) Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist

THEE original gender envy. The boy. I thought I wanted to be with him when really I wanted to be him. and kiss Winry. Manga of all time. What else is there to say.

2) Ellana from the Ewilan & Marchombres Series by Pierre Bottero

She's the best Marchombre that ever was. She writes poetry. She's hot. She has claws. She is my childhood hero and role model. She is the best Bottero character ever. I am in love with her.

3) The Biologist from The Southern Reach by Jeff VanderMeer

I don't know her name and I don't care. If the first tome wasn't from her perspective I probably wouldn't have been so invested. I would never want to fix her because whatever's wrong with her is way more interesting. I wanna go look at tide pools with her even though she'd hate that because she'd much rather be alone.

4) Joy Wang from Everything Everywhere All At Once

Honestly choosing just one character from this movie is impossible, but Joy telling her mother that she's just tired is Top 10 moments of cinema that made me burst into tears. Also: she's gay. Also: she's depressed. Also: what a fucking icon. Also: her costumes.

5) Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Choosing between him and Castiel is fucking impossible but I had to follow my heart of hearts and if I had to choose I knew I had to make this choice. It is very cringe of me to shun THEE gay angel like this and I am very ashamed of myself but he would agree with me, so. I had to. Dean is simply too deeply unwell in such specific ways that I cannot resist the brain worms. Although, without destiel? He would be nothing to me.

6) Captain K.P. Hobb from Dimension 20: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Tragic furry goblin man. His pathetic devotion to a court and its values in spite of their being drastically at odds with his honorable and rigid nature has bewitched me.

7) Fi Carmichael from Planetes by Makoto Yukimura

Everytime I re-read the arc that's centered on her and her family I sob like a little kid. Also she almost died to prevent a terrorist attack just because she wanted to smoke a cigarette.

8) Cliopher Mdang from the Lays of the Hearth-Fire by Victoria Goddard

Kip my best friend Kip. He invited the Sun on Earth, God-emperor of the world, to take a vacation, and it changed the fucking world. Number one most epic secretary ever. He has 50-something cousins. I want to be invited to one meal with him so bad, I just wanna talk to him like for 5 minutes, I know he's the busiest man in the Empire and also he's not real but like. Pretty please.

9) Sam Gamgee from the Lord of the Rings

THEE holder of hope for the whole trilogy. He's in gay love with Frodo and he can't carry the ring but he can carry him. I wish to kiss his forehead.

10) Andrew Minyard from All for the Game by Nora Sakavic

It's really hard to pick one character from this insane series but I mean. I had to.

Tagging: @aoquesth @lackluster-violet @poetic-ivy @planavarium @polzkadotz @newbornmoon @svnroom @cupcakedyke @herobrineawakening @makebelieveanything

[riddlerosehearts]

The answer is probably obvious given your username but who is your favorite twst character? ❤ Guess I am more asking what you love about Riddle lol

haha, well, i will say that riddle is practically tied with idia as my favorite! idia was a character who i literally decided was my fave at first sight, but then i came to love riddle more and more while i was playing through the story for the first time. the idiashroud url is taken by someone who isn't even using it😔 and this url was, shockingly, not taken when i first got into twst, so i took it the second i found out it was available. but, yeah, i do love riddle a lot!! i've got two plushies of him and two other pieces of adorable fanmade merch i'll share below, and i'd love to get some more riddle merch. i especially really wanna buy his nendoroid when i'm able to afford it.

^ the aforementioned riddle merch plus some other random things i have on a little corkboard in my room, lol.

as for what i love about him... honestly, what drew me to him when i first started twst was that i just thought he was hilarious. one of the first vignettes i ever read was the one where he and floyd are in the library and he gets really pissed about floyd teasing him and making fun of his height. and, well, one of my favorite fictional characters of all time just happens to be another short little nerd with a red color scheme and a hot temper who would have to be held back from kicking my ass if he knew i was calling him a short little nerd (it's edward elric from fullmetal alchemist, lol). so i got attached to him based on that and also because i thought the way he acted during book 1 was just really funny and entertaining to watch. i also figured there must be some sort of Reason behind it that i couldn't wait to find out, and then the reason we got really tugged at my heartstrings and, again, reminded me of some of my favorite characters in other media.

beyond that, i really love his design, for one thing. especially his heart-shaped ahoge which has got to be one of the cutest character design choices i've ever seen in my life. i love that he's an animal lover who goes out of his way to check on the hedgehogs even when he doesn't have to, and how excited he gets about discovering the joys of puzzle solving in the endless halloween event. i love how protective he is of his dormmates and how much faith he shows in them after book 1. like, he has such sweet interactions with ace in fairy gala remix and with deuce in glorious masquerade. and i love the development he goes through!! i made a post on this a while back, but riddle along with vil is one of the only overblotters who really apologized and took immediate steps to make up for what he'd done, which shows a lot of genuine maturity and responsibility on his part. there's also a chapter of the twst anthology manga where he's really anxious and frustrated with himself for still instinctively getting so angry at rule violations, and ace ultimately convinces him that he doesn't have to be so hard on himself and helps him relax. i love that. i love that he's still struggling with unlearning what he was taught all his life, because recovery and growth aren't always linear, but he's trying the best that he can now that he knows he was wrong.

so yeah this got longer than i originally planned lol but basically i just think riddle is really cute and funny and has a great character arc. to end this off here's an image of two riddle plushies i wish i had because i absolutely adore this style.

[fullmtal]

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S FT LILY & ED / YOU MADE IT !

Whoa the year sure as hell went fast and slow huh? I'll try to keep this short and as much as I'd like to tag all of you, I'm so lucky to have so many neat people I've gotten to know on my second year of writing Edward on Tumblr! Anyone who knows me knows how impossibly important he is to me as a fave, and many other people, and I love talking to said people and sharing in the overall Fullmetal Alchemist love, be it the character or the series itself!

Thank you listening to me this year, and for being so patient! I know sometimes it's hard to discern genuine words but I really mean it when I say my dash has so much talent and heart. All of you bring something with your portrayals, and all of you above all I hope are having fun no matter what hardships you face, I'll likely never know, but I am here to listen or simply be a fun writing partner to hopefully add some energy to your day. This year was...hard.

I lost my grandmother, who to me was a second mother. A lot of things just happened, and it felt like I was drowning most of the time! But you know what? A lot of good still happened. I've made some amazing friends and they've supported me so much. To you reading this, whether we interact, have yet to interact, talk, message or call each other in Discord or via text in IMS? You helped me through what I know some things will be life long hardships, but also a lot of joy too. And I'm so grateful for that.

I really love Edward Elric. I can't stress it enough but before I knew what a favorite was he was my favorite. That really hasn't changed much. He introduced me to animanga and to what can be done when fiction is at its finest. He became more than a hero in a story to little old me. He became a friend. I'm sure all of us with our favorites have similar sentiments, and whatever drives your energy, I really really hope you follow it in the New Year. You don't have to make a to-do-list or anything you don't want to do.

Just live. Be healthy as best as possible. If you're in trouble reach out here or to people near you in the world in the physical sense. Know your dash, people followed you for a reason and a lot of the time? It's out of interest in you as a person. You matter and it's a war we have with ourselves I know especially when the climate here can be rough sometimes but please don't give up on the faces and names of people I'm sure are waiting for us next year to interact!

Let's make this a safer place. Let's make it a kinder place. I know for myself I definitely want to engage more, reach out more, plot more and write more. My energy is back and I don't feel it as an obligation, but because there are so many faces I may never meet in person, but still have so much to offer to my life. Whatever you do next year, I may not know you, but you have my full support and you have my listening ear if you need a random strange little energetic gremlin on your dashboard.

Take a deep breath, and know that people here that you talk to love you. It's okay if you don't believe it, but I watch my dash and I admire so many of you. You're all on my dash for a reason and it's my goal to focus on writing much much more for my own enjoyment and to also hopefully bring the color your writing and presence gives me back to you! Did I mention I also want to make new friends too? Please please come over via IMS, Discord, or liking a single post and I will vroom your way faster than the cows in my hometown. Yes it's...uh kind of like Resembool here I'm not even joking. Help. If not? Watch out because Lily is coming! I'm going to make a real, genuine want to reach out and engage and let you know I see you and boy am I interested!

Thank you for meeting me! Thank you for being my friend! Thank you for being my mutual or a face or someone who was here briefly and just wanted to move along. Whatever you were, are or will be to me, I'm thankful for you and your life and I hope you're alright wherever you are!

And I really, really am sending all my strength and energy into hoping it's a kinder, softer year next year for all of us. One filled with things to laugh about, and to know we aren't alone. Thank you all so much! You've somehow made me become even more obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist, my longest fandom, my home in many ways, even more, and Ed and I both mean it when I say thanks! Well, I'd shove him to say thanks if he were real!

Take a deep breath! We're all gonna be okay next year and do what's best for you, listen to your voice, not anyone else's, and remember, as hard as it is, if you need us, even a stranger like me, I'm always here!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! THANK YOU FOR BEING A PART OF MY LIFE HOWEVER BIG OR SMALL, AND I HOPE TO GO ON MANY ADVENTURES WITH YOU AND MEET THE 'YOU'S' I HAVEN'T BONDED WITH YET OR MET! THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO FIND ME! IT MEANS MORE THAN I CAN SAY.

MUCH LOVE, LILY AND HER FULLMETAL PIPSQUEAK!