#Alphonse's Restaurant

[mudwerks]

Marc Davis Alphonse's Restaurant Original Acrylic Painting (Walt Disney, 1957)

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

This is similar to the ask about slowly blinking at Charlie, Seth and Alphonse .  could you please do auron and Faust reacting to their listeners frog blinking at the. have a good day 💝

Frog Blinking HCs

Auron

"Rook, I was thinking of going to this new restaurant that opened. Would you like to accompany....Rook. Did...Did you just blink like a frog-"

Faust

The answer was yes, it's so funny when he's caught off guard by the things you do to or at him.

He's can't help but think back to that conversation in the car talking how if they make him kiss a frog he'd never say something nice about them again.

He's still trying to come up with what to say in response to the frog blink so he just asks if your gonna go out with him tonight or not.

He calls you silly once you give a answer and thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you.

"Hey Star, I was wondering what we wanted to order for take out bc I want Chinese bc I've been craving it- HELP? Did you just frog blink at me????"

Your both giggling like kids, his face gets super red after laughing so hard. He was caught off guard from that and now wants to try and frog blink!

After the failed tries he asks you to do it again, he's recording it to post about. After you do it he puts a frog filter on it.

Makes some frog jokes about you, he then asks how long it took you to do that bc blinking like that takes a LOT of effort.

He then asks again what take out yall want tonight. As you both are waiting for the food he's trying to frog blink again.

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Strained Relationship Pt2

YNs forced to follow Luca with a gun against her  head. Turns out her brothers did come for her, but she doesn't hold out much hope that they will  all to survive this. Tommy stands in front of Luca and his men with Finn and Polly behind him

"All that's left of the Peaky Fucking Blinders" Luca says standing behind a table. He motions for YN to step forward with his fingers. The man who has a gun against her head pushes her in to Luca who takes him in his arms "pretty things isn't she. Shame for her to die, but I have to do what's needed if you don't comply"

"Let her go Changretta, she has nothing to do with the business" Tommys deep voice shocks YN

"Ive had my lawyer draw up these papers" Luca says ignoring Tommy as one of his men place down a huge wad of powers "they cover, er,

every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restaurants, warehouses, every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather together. You will sign them all over to my family. Or your sister is going to die, right here in front of you" his hold tightens on YN "search em" Lucas men walk past Luca and YN to her brothers and aunt. They remove any guns or knifes they may have on them. Lucas attention is back on YN "maybe the treat of having her killed isn't enough. Maybe I should have had her hand in marriage. Breed her then kill her, shame for her to go to waste. You can sign them on your knees on the floor" Tommy doesn't move which causes Luca to once again place a gun agains YNs head "get on your fucking knees and sign!" he yells making YN flinch. Tommy slowly lowers to his knees

"As a friend of mine once said big fucks small. So I had to find someone bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York"

"But if they moved against you in New York they'll start a war between the families" Polly states

"But if you were to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take over your business without a war"

"We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York"

"His name is Alphonse Capone"

"You been talking to that fat fuck?"

"All the blood relatives you brought with you from New York, they're all dead Mr Changretta. And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder. They have now new orders"

"Is that right?" Luca pushes YN from his grip to one of the men holding a gun "kill her" YN closes her eyes waiting for the sound and pain to arrive, but it doesn't. Instead there's a chuckle from Tommy "fine" Luca pulls out his own gun and points it towards YN, but Tommy manages to push it away, attacking Luca. That's when YN sees her eldest brother, her brother who she thought was dead. Arthur pulls out a gun and shoot Luca killing him instantly "tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray will sign import license to New York. 300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month"

"Leave. All of ya" Arthur says. Before YN can think her feet are moving towards her oldest brother who immediately wraps her up in his arms "your ok. Your safe"

"Let's get 'er home with a cup of tea in 'er hands" Tommy says looking at Finn and Polly.

"How are you feeling love?" Polly asks placing a cup in front of her niece

"I had excepted my fate, thought I was gonna die"

"Tommy wouldn't have let that happen"

"What so I can be a pawn in another one of his games? Maybe I would have better off..."

"Don't say that YN"

"I'm surprised Tommy came to be honest"

"Tommy was out there looking for you YN. He found your purse, you bag, the blood, YN he was so scared that you had been killed"

"But Tommy hates me?" YN looks up at her aunt confused

"He doesn't hate you YN. Your remind him of your mother. Your the spitting imagine of her. Tommy took her death the hardest"

"But even as children we didn't get on Poll"

"You stole the attention YN, well in Tommys eyes you did"

"That's not my fault"

"I'm not saying it was, but I just want you to understand that Tommy doesn't hate you. Your family always will be" the door opens and in walks Tommy himself

"Poll can you leave us" polly gets up nodding and leaves the room. Tommy takes her place and sits opposite YN. It's silent while YN drinks her tea

"I'm glad your safe" he finally says

"Yeah" YN breathes out "Polly told me the reason why we don't get on. Said I look like mother"

"Not just that, you act like her, which scares me"

"Why?"

"I was close to her and she left YN"

"Tom she died in childbirth, it's not like she deliberately abandoned us like our father" YN frowns

"I know, but today scared me YN. We may not be close but your still my sister and I care about you"

"Who knew Luca Changretta would be the one to bring us together" both YN and Tommy chuckle

"After today you need something stronger than tea. Here" Tommy takes out his hip flask with no doubt Irish Whiskey inside. He tips it into the her cup, but when Polly comes back into the room Tommy places his fingers on his lips telling YN to stay quiet. Maybe this is the start of a friendship forming between the two siblings.

[kinodraws]

Your tattoos are SICK why are you in Indiana 🫠

honestly?

Indiana is a nice state to live in, I've not felt more at home anywhere else. My partner and I bought a house here 2 years ago, the cost of living is cheap/affordable, I live in a very queer-positive city, there's a lot to see and do here!

We have great restaurants, we're a very diverse city, we're centrally located to most of the other midwestern major metro areas (chicago/detroit/cincy/lexington/toledo), we've got pretty good public transport, we've got a huge queer community, we run and help support queer markets...

WHAT ELSE... Let me ask roach.

He says nice parks, great green spaces, a conservatory, a great zoo, great art events, we have a maker space, we even have an art museum that had an alphonse mucha exhibit a while back!

If you like a healthy blend of nature and city with a lot of queer diverse flavor thrown in, fort wayne is really the place to be.

EDIT: Oh yeah I forgot to say, we have some of the best and most comprehensive and easy-to-get medicaid (state health insurance) in the country.

It's how I got my top surgery covered with no cost to me :)

[schrijverr]

Learning to Live with a Body

Al has to get used to have a body again and while most of it is good and things he missed, he also discovers some things about having a body that he dislikes. It makes him think about how Ed has lived while he was in the armor and the two of them bond about it.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: bad self care

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Alphonse loves having a body again. He loves waking up, knowing he got to sleep; he loves eating and trying new things; he loves the feeling of clothes on his skin and textures under his hands; he loves getting to breathe and smell the air as he does; he loves getting to feel his heartbeat or that of his brother and the people he loves. He just loves being alive.

However, having a body is difficult in ways Al had forgotten about during his five year stint as a suit of armor.

Of course, his return to body-hood had been especially unpleasant, being very malnourished and atrophied, but Al has grown beyond that. He has withstood months of eating in small portions, bulking up, as well as months of physical therapy learning things he used to be able to do. Not to mention learning to remember bodily functions he had forgotten about.

All of that is behind Al now. He and his brother are back in Resembool, getting the last bit of their strength back and planning for the future. He’s on the right track and moving forwards.

However, he has discovered that some of the things that make having a human body hard after so long as a suit of armor are the things he looked forwards to the most.

Food is the main thing that Al used to look forwards to. Without being able to eat or even enjoy the smell, only watching others eat as he clung to the memory that became vaguer and vaguer, food was something Al craved since the start.

He had made list after list of what to try, wrangled promises of homemade food from friends to try when the time came. He had planned for it and he was looking forwards to it.

Now, food has become one of his main passions. He has tried nearly every restaurant in Central during his stay in the hospital and Winry has been teaching him how to cook. Al loves food. He loves the preparation, he loves using utensils, he loves the smells, he loves chewing, he loves the taste and the swallowing. He’s even grown to love digestion, no matter how weird it had been for those first few days. He now totally gets Ed’s post-meal naps. They are great.

However, Al has come to discover how inconvenient food can get. Three meals a day and snacks, every day and don’t you dare miss one. The body will revolt if you do.

Al will never complain about the time it takes for food to be ready. He likes the preparation and if he doesn’t feel like taking that time he can go get some and enjoy the world around him or eat something simple. Al likes the simple meals too.

His primary gripe is with how dogmatically meals are enforced by the body. When he just got back, he had to learn to remember to eat – fortunately everyone always seemed to bring him food, so he rarely did – but once he was on his own, he had a lot of times where others had to remind him or his body cramped so bad it was impossible to ignore.

Al hates the cramping and he hates feeling hungry. With a passion. Ed has taken to calling him a gurgling tummy monster whenever he gets cranky due to the feeling. Luckily, Ed is spared Al’s ire, because he always looks so delighted when he says it. So delighted that Al is human again to experience such things.

Al likes seeing Ed happy like that.

Another thing Al has looked forwards to for many years, but also has found to be inconveniencing at times, is sleep. This was an annoyance he encountered before the food- well, before the hungry aspect of food.

When he just got his body back, he spend weeks just catching up on missed sleep. Ed slept for long when providing for Al, but not enough to not leave him exhausted still. Not to mention how exhausting every task is with the amount of stress his body had been under.

So, yeah, weeks of missing people stopping by, missing conversations, missing developments post-Promised Day, missing jokes, missing time with brother and other people he loved. Just so much time gone. Time he wanted to live and experience things, just slipping through his fingers, because he has to sleep of all things.

However much he loves the feeling of a bed under him, the soft tug of unconsciousness and the dreams- god, don’t get him started on dreams! He also got frustrated with sleep first.

The only thing that dissuaded that annoyance those first few weeks was when he would wake up with brother curled around him, snoring into his ear. Al loves cuddling with Ed, has loved for his whole life. Back as kid they used to share a bed and returned to doing so after mom died. When he was a suit of armor, cuddling Ed and sleeping next to him was one of the things he has missed the most. Getting to do it again is incredible.

Al is completely sure that Ed feels the same about that. He spends as much time in Al’s bed alongside him as he can, even with the two of the completely awake. Al mentally compares him to a cat, but is smart enough not to mention that to Ed. Brother would blow a fuse.

So, yeah, unexpectedly mixed feelings about sleep. Though with more recovery, Al has come to love lazy mornings in bed, just letting sleepiness coat him for a while longer, before he starts. And he has also learned to love the exhausted tug of a long day and how nice it feels to sink into bed.

Exhausting days are the third thing on his list. Not the fact that they exist, Al has always known that, of course. Even in the armor, some days were long. Mentally taxing. Right now he is talking about physically taxing. Stamina.

As a suit of armor, Al was unstoppable and unhurtable. He could go on for days and not tire, hold guard and fight, or travel. Stamina was not something Al had considered for many years.

Sure, he has studied under Teacher and knows how important it is to have stamina. He’s a fighter as much as an alchemist. But when they were searching for his body, neither of them really thought about the state it would be in when they got it back until the very end.

It never really clicked for Al how much recovery he would have to do once he was returned.

Recovery was brutal. The climb up to a level where he can move around on his own had seemed never ending and even now, Al has to rely on his cane. But Al doesn’t mind that much. He likes walking around and savoring it, if he’s a little slower, so be it. And even before the armor, Al likes exercise and that hasn’t left, even if a less takes more out of him now.

No, what bothers Al about it, is that he has to stop now. That he can’t keep going the way he used to be able to.

Like sleep, Al did a lot of things in the time others took to do it and getting that time taken away from him had taken some adjustment. In the armor, Al had run or fought for hours and not gotten tired, enabling him to keep watch as his brother or other travel companions rested.

Al liked being able to watch out for people.

Now he is one of the people that needs rest, his own body forcing him to stop when his mind wants to go on. It’s a limitation he never considered and every time he encounters it, he has to remind himself that this is part of having a body, not some sort of punishment.

Humans aren’t meant to go on forever and Al is blessedly human now. So he tries to feel humbled instead of frustrated by it.

Still, he can’t help but feel a little venomous towards his frail body whenever he has a nightmare that things aren’t over yet or they come back. Because Al knows that when they do, he isn’t far enough in his recovery to help like he did last time and he might never be.

Fortunately, he finds happiness in it most days. He has found so many friends, who have the same limitations he has and are capable of and willing to protect him and those he loves. He doesn’t have to be an unstoppable suit of armor anymore, he has people to lean on.

And yeah, pulling a muscle is uncomfortable, being sore is uncomfortable, cramps are uncomfortable. A lot of things about having a body are. And Al is delighted by them! Al loves the bad, because they’re proof he has a body, proof that it’s real and he will never take that for granted every again.

So, he can live with it. Most days.

However, the fragility of the human body – while always known to him – never really clicked until he spent months in a hospital. Al has learned to loathe hospitals.

It might be contradictory, because Al loves medicine and people in the medical profession. Hell, Al wants to go into medicine, maybe work in a hospital. Hospitals are wonderful places where people work hard to get you better. He is immensely grateful for every hospital he has ever been to, because they usually were keeping his brother alive.

And even during his own recovery, he could appreciate them, despite how much he hated them at the same time.

The nurses that cared for him were kind and his physical therapy team was godsend. Most doctors liked that he was genuinely interested and went out of their way to explain what they were doing. It all made Al feel cared for and he couldn't have made it through those first weeks without them.

The hospital was also a place most of the people involved in the Promised Day were staying at the start, which wasn’t really a good thing. However, Al enjoyed how easily he could reach loved ones and they him in turn. He likes how communal it felt.

Okay, so maybe Al doesn’t hate hospitals. Al just hates being a patient at a hospital. And he hates it very, very much.

He hates how little privacy he had and how he gets that it’s necessary and that the nurses and doctors coming by aren’t evil for doing their jobs, so he can’t be mad at them for it. He hates that he doesn’t have any autonomy, being forced to stay in bed or not do this or that. He hates not being able to have visitors whenever. He hates being poked at and prodded. It’s just unpleasant.

What he hates most, however, is how guilty he feels. Because Al hates being a patient, but no one hates being a patient more than Ed and Al was never able to sympathize before when he dragged Ed back there time and time again.

Even knowing how necessary it was, doesn’t make Al feel better. Ed always let his displeasure be known and Al had assumed he was being dramatic about it, but after experiencing it first hand, he knows how much his brother meant it. And Al feels bad about forcing him.

In fact, Al feels guilty about all the things he dislikes about having a body again. Food, sleep, stamina, hospitals. All of it.

Ed would hate it if he told him as much, so he never says, but it eats at him anyway.

If he were to ask Ed, he would immediately claim Al had the worse part of the bargain and Al can definitely agree a little with that, though he’s against comparing their situation. But while Al had to deal with not having a body, Ed had to deal with having a body on top of it all.

Looking back, Al remembers how Ed’s stomach would gurgle, the two of them having gotten lost in research or kicked out of local hotels, because Ed was in the military. How Ed would have to eat whatever Al could smuggle out to dispel the hunger. How sometimes that wouldn’t be enough. Al feels doubly guilt about it when he remembers Ed had to eat for him too.

He knows he can’t help the last part, so he tries not to. But he does remember how he complained about Ed’s insatiable appetite from time to time, asking Ed if he was really hungry again. Now that he knows how unpleasant the feeling is, he wishes he never said those words at all.

The same goes for all the comments Al made about sleep. Most of them had been tinted with fondness and he knows Ed knows that, but exhaustion isn’t fun and Ed had run himself ragged doing research or following a lead more times than was healthy, pushing through the strong grip of sleep tugging at him.

To think Al called brother lazy when he was barely sleeping enough for one person, not to mention that he was actually sleeping for two. It makes Al feel awful when he thinks about it.

Al doesn’t even want to imagine how exhausting the physical aspect of it was on top of it. In the armor, he never felt the toll of doing alchemy. How similar it is to using muscles, how draining to your energy.

Ed had regularly fought with alchemy or run for his life, while using alchemy to escape. It now occurs to Al how exhausted Ed had been throughout all of it, but how he kept going with a smile as to not worry Al, because he wanted to fix their mistake that he perceived to be his own.

It’s unfair.

It’s unfair and Al hates it.

It doesn’t feel equivalent at all.

But equivalence doesn’t always apply, they learned and you can’t go back to fix things. You can only move forwards with the cards you’ve been dealt.

So, Al doesn’t ruminate on the past. Or, at least, he tries not to. Some days are easier than others, but physical therapy taught him that not every day is the same and just because today is bad, doesn’t mean tomorrow will be and that he’ll never get better again.

What he does ruminate on, however, is how Ed doesn’t seem to break those habits. That he goes on as if he still has something to make up for, that he still needs to prove himself. Push himself. It frustrates Al to no end.

He knows that the country has to be rebuild after everything that has happened here. He is planning to go to Xing to study medicine to help better medicine here when he gets back. Politics have never been for him, but helping people is. Same goes for Ed.

However, when Al was recovering in the hospital, Ed was out in the city already helping with the clean up. He doesn’t have alchemy anymore, nor any responsibility for the incident, but that has never stopped him before.

Despite being unable to perform alchemy, Ed has an intimate knowledge of all sort of branches of the arts and he’s thrown himself into designing arrays that could help in rebuilding the cities of Ishval to their former glory. As well as undoing the damage that had been done to Central.

He has also taken an interest into military restructuring and intelligence, helping Mustang with finding those loyal to their old regime and way of doing things. It must be exhausting and Al can’t imagine how brother did all that while also staying in the hospital for his own and Al’s rehab.

Things have cooled down since those first tense weeks and Al hoped that their stay in Resembool would be what Ed needed to stop for a second and re-sort the way he’ll go on in life. Slow down. He should have known that was idle hope.

Winry is close to blowing a fuse with how Ed seems to hover around. She has send him on all types of errands just to get him out of the house, not to mention all the fixing up he’s been doing, the non-alchemy way. Which has only lead to injuries and sloppy work that has only just begun to improve a little.

It seems like Ed is incapable of slowing down.

…Al is worried about him.

He knows brother needs an intervention of sorts, but he hasn’t known how to break the topic. He doesn’t want to make Ed feel bad – and he knows he will when Al tells him he’s worried – but he also wants to be able to tell him what’s going on with him. Maybe also find out what’s going on with Ed.

However, he has forgotten how attuned Ed is to his emotions, even as a suit of armor, he always knew what Al was thinking. Having a body has only made it easier. Of course he must have picked up on Al’s worries.

He sits down next to Al, while he’s on the roof – a spot both of them have taken a liking to – and watches out over the countryside with him. After a few moments of silence, he nudges Al, getting him to look back at him. Ed gives him a gentle smile and says: “It was worth it, you know.”

And Al does know. He knows Ed would have given way more than he already has to get his body back. That he would have died if that’s what it took, only stopped by how it would devastate Al if he had. But still.

“It’s still unfair,” he pouts, because Al suffered mentally from what they did, both the memories and the consequences. But Ed also suffered, but then with the added pain of a physical body. Al knows not to compare, but he can’t help but let it anger him.

Ed laughs, surprising Al. “Haven’t you learned that not all life is fair, Al? Sometimes there is nothing equivalent to exchange. Besides, life without alchemy isn’t so bad, just a lot more bruises that expected.” He grins, holding up the thumb he hit with a hammer yesterday. It is definitely bruised.

Oh. It hits Al that while Ed has picked up on his worry, he hasn’t picked up on the cause. Suddenly, Al sees an opening to break the topic that has been bugging him instead.

“I know,” Al says. He might be one of the few people who doesn’t define Ed by his alchemy and doesn’t think he won’t be himself without it. “I was talking about you pushing yourself like you’re punishing yourself. How you’re still doing it.”

At the words, Ed looks genuinely taken aback. Then after a second his face morphs into confusion and he frowns: “What are you talking about?”

Al throws his hands up as he rants: “You’re always going on about how bad it was for me without my body – and yeah, not having body sucks and I am so happy to have it – but having a body throughout all that must have sucked. There’s hunger and exhaustion and muscle aches and hospitals,” he ticks them off on his hands as he gestures angrily.

Now that he’s on a roll, he doesn’t stop: “Not to mention that you were sustaining me the whole time as well! And I get it, I do. You wanted us to go back to normal, because there are so many good sides to having a body as well. And I’m grateful you pushed as hard as you did, even if I wish you’d taken a break every now and again. But that’s done. I can’t change that, but you’re still doing it. The not eating, staying up late, working tiredlessly.”

He looks Ed in the eye to drive the point home: “You never had to punish yourself and you certainly don’t need to go on now. It’s okay to fucking pause, brother.”

Al doesn’t know if it’s the whole outburst or just the fact that he swore, but Ed gets a guilty blush on his face alongside the shocked expression.

It’s quiet for a beat as they both process Al’s word vomit.

After a moment, Ed sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, before he gives Al a lopsided smile. He asks: “Will you be more mad when I tell you this isn’t the first time I’ve had this conversation?”

Al cocks his head to the side in a questioning manner, remembering his face can also look questioningly a second later.

Ed’s blush deepens as he admits: “Winry and colonel bastard have said the same thing.” Then he looks away and waves his hands around as he goes on: “And I know that I wasn’t the most healthy in the past, but I feel much better and it’s hard to sit still. I’m not used to it. Besides, I don’t need as much sleep or food anymore, so I have all this extra time to do the things I wanna do, you know?”

“And it’s not your guilt complex fueling you again, is it?” Al asks, narrowing his eyes. He wants to believe Ed, but he also knows that Ed is prone to covering things up as to not worry others.

“Maybe at first when rebuilding Central,” Ed admits, then quickly adds: “But I promise it’s not now. I just have all these things I want to research and I just- well, I get caught up in things and I maybe also forget to take care of myself…” he trails off, not meeting Al’s eyes again.

Al thinks about it for a second, digesting what Ed has told him. He remembers how as a kid Ed would get caught up in reading whatever book had caught his fancy, not stopping until mom physically took the book away.

It also happened with their research into getting their bodies back, but then it was impossible to tear him away. He would get more mad about it, not letting people close enough to feel comfortable to take it away until he rested. Except Al on occasion. And that would go hand in hand with a lot of guilt tripping that left both of them feeling bad.

Huh, Al realizes, maybe Ed needs as much help learning to function normally with a body again as he does.

So, he smiles at Ed and holds out his hand as he offers: “I let you help me, you let me help you? Let everyone help you,” Al quickly corrects himself, because it takes a village, especially with someone as stubborn as Ed … and maybe himself.

Ed looks at Al’s hand for a second, then laughs as he shakes it: “Deal, you little shit.”

“Oi,” Al exclaims, ducking away from Ed’s hand, which is trying to ruffle his hair. Though he isn’t fighting that hard. It’s nice to have that contact again. It’s nice to have a body again. It’s nice to be here with Ed, both alive. Both happy.

They might not be there yet and they might never be. Healing can take forever and you never know if you’ll ever be the same again. But they’re on their way. They’re together. And Al has a good feeling about the future.

[yurinika]

But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other Wages earned and lessons learned But I, I'm right where you left me Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight" I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

I just love the way they mirrored each other

When Seth left alphonse in the town

And how alphonse left Seth in that apartment

We don't talk about this parallel

[multifandoms27-blog]

Anything youre comfortable with, I'm gender fluid anyways. For plot, maybe first impressions? It's my first time requesting smth so...

Wonderful!! Will do, Kaze! <3

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Content: I decided male reader for this

Warnings: None, I believe.

Notes: EDDDD THE SHORT KING <333 Apparently he started off in the series as 4'11". Also, this is a little shorter, but it's funny lol <3

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(Y/n) was just trying to eat his dinner peacefully for the night. The restaurant was small and not too busy, it was just one of many ramen places. It was relatively quiet in the place. He was pretty sure he was the only customer.

Then, the door opened with a loud bang!

"I can't believe her!" A tiny blonde man came sauntering in, a taller man in a full suit of armor coming in behind him.

(Y/n) just sat there dumbfounded. 'What the hell...? Who're these two?'

The two of them were seated near (Y/n), who could only stare more. Eventually, the tiny one with anger issues noticed, and began to pipe up.

"What're you lookin' at?" The short man growled.

"You're...really tiny." (Y/n) spoke bluntly.

The guy in the suit of armor seemed to tense, while the tiny one just became angrier. He let out a growl before lunging at (Y/n), but the suit of armor caught him mid-air.

"Sorry! So sorry about my brother! He's sensitive about his height..." The suit of armor spoke with an oddly high voice...

"Uh...sorry." (Y/n) says, still stunned by their peculiar appearances.

"Yeah?! You will be sorry!" The tiny one screams.

"Hey, hey, calm down...here, as an extension of my apology, allow me to buy you both dinner."

That immediately calmed down the tiny man. "Alright, sure."

So, he did. He bought the two whatever they wanted for dinner that night, much to his wallet's chagrin...but, at least the small one wasn't angry with him.

"Y'know, I never got your names." (Y/n) said.

"Oh, I'm Edward Elric." The small one comments.

"I'm Alphonse Elric. We're brothers." The suit of armor happily gestures between the two of them.

"Ah, makes more sense now. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." He smiles at the two.

Edward seems a bit taken aback by the smile, but covers up his flustered expression by drinking his drink. Alphonse keeps up the polite small talk while Edward sizes (Y/n) up. The (color) hair glowed nicely in the light of the restaurant, his voice smoothly talking over the quiet music in the background.

Edward felt his face heat up when (Y/n) looked at him.

"Would you like to add something, Edward? You've been staring at me all night, and barely touched your food."

"What?! I'm fine! Sh-shut up!" Edward suddenly lept forward and ate quickly out of his ramen bowl.

(Y/n) chuckled and nodded, continuing to talk to Alphonse about something. After everything was paid for, the trio left the restaurant. Alphonse and (Y/n) were saying their goodbyes.

"I'll see you around, yeah, Edward?" (Y/n) smiles at the boy.

"...Ed."

"Hm?"

"Ed. Just- just call me Ed." The fiery blonde glanced away, face heating up once again.

"Aw, okay, Ed. I'll see you around." (Y/n) ruffled his hair before walking away.

Alphonse yelled a "goodbye!' after their new friend before nudging his brother.

"You were totally checking him out."

"I was not!"

[melis-writes]

Prompt or blurb idea: Victoria would definitely be the fashion icon and “It Girl” of her time being mentioned high up in all the magazines’ “Most beautiful women” lists and maybe some magazine covers with all the pictures the media gets of her and Michael together or of her walking to and from the courthouse, the media would rave about her beauty, make-up, outfits, and impressive career 😌💅🏼

Oh she most DEFINITELY would!! 😍 We all know Miss Victoria was/is already making headlines in Moth to Flame no matter what! 🔥🔥🔥

‘New York’s Prodigy: Victoria Corleone Returns to the Courthouse!’

Before your marriage to Michael let alone the revelation that underworld boss Giuseppe Ferrari had a daughter, the notoriety and recognition you gained in your law career was solely how you chose and prosecuted your cases.

Involved in the family business to the extent that your brothers were, you bolstered your career while using the law to your advantage to prosecute and sentence members of rival families to lengthy prison terms in the eye of the media.

You had no interest in the spotlight and certainly not in your career, but it was a matter of fact that simply couldn’t be ignored after your marriage to Michael Corleone, who brought his own infamy and reputation to the table.

Before you made the move to Nevada with your family, your recognition and reputation at the courthouse in New York was at an all time high; crowds huddled in the streets as you entered the courthouse for a trial and an even bigger crowd eager to greet you after the end of one.

If the media and eager onlookers could catch a glimpse of Victoria Corleone, then it was guaranteed crowds, journalists and photographers would gather.

It was not just your illustrative career and your choice of cases that built your reputation, but that your prosecution of Alphonse Ricci’s brother had been a break-through case for you with the media swarming at the courthouse’s door for weeks once they found out it was Michael Corleone’s wife that was the prosecutor.

On top of that, nothing stopped you from further taking cases that grew into a media frenzy, and as the public saw it, Victoria Corleone was untouchable by the mob whom she ensured would never get a shred of mercy from the jury.

This further fueled the rumour that the mafia was afraid of you and could not react, lest they risk showing the paid off corruption the other rival families have when it comes to judges, politicians and lawyers.

In truth though, the mafia didn’t touch you because you were a part of them, and any child of Giuseppe Ferrari was already considered immune to your family’s power in Sicily, but now the wife of Don Michael Corleone officially cemented that you could not be bothered with in any regard.

The media frenzy only doubled when you flew in from Nevada to your home in Staten Island; maintaining your career and well awaited in the eyes of the public.

The courthouse was your playing field and served as inspiration to many other prospective law students and young women.

‘In the Spotlight: Victoria Ferrari’s Favorite Fashion Pieces.’

If it wasn’t photographs of you snapped entering and exiting the courthouse, it was whenever you were in New York or Las Vegas—out and about in the city.

Papparazzi kept their appropriate distance for you for obvious reasons as you were never out without a bodyguard or Michael by your side, but the headlines did not stop spinning.

Your name was on many women’s fashion and beauty magazines for weeks on end, and the media could not get enough of your candid photographs and outfits.

Photographs of you and Michael walking out in Reno together, holding hands or seen entering a restaurant were a sight to behold as none could get enough of Nevada’s favourite couple.

Here and there you’d wave and smile for the cameras, getting your photograph captured. Although Michael ignored every camera he could possibly see, it had no impact on how the media wanted to see the two of you together.

From a photograph of you wearing a burgundy shirtwaist dress in the summer to a luxurious wool overcoat in the winter, you set trends without even being aware of it.

If the media had their eyes and cameras on you, your outfit choices were in magazines, interview requests came soaring in and retail companies did their best to design clothing similar and identical to what you’d wear.

You entertained the notion enough, giving an interview here and there to fashion magazines and official photoshoots along with the likes of other influential women and Hollywood starlets.

‘Most Beautiful Woman of the Year: Victoria Corleone’s Beauty Secrets Interviewed!’

If the media wasn’t raving about your fashion choices and career, it was your beauty and who you were as a person that mesmerized all into awe.

Your charity work and frequent donations to Dartmouth College as well as scholarship and bursary funds to students did not go unnoticed either.

You attended many charity galas and graduation speeches but it was the fact the media knew your actions and words were genuine—starting years ago before any sense of fame hit you.

You were simply not pretending to be anyone else for the sake of attention. It was how effortlessly you carried yourself with the impressive career that you built that kept magazine piles stacking and Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist—all which never went unnoticed.

[oceanlue]

@oceanlue : If you had to choose between Auron and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Finn: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Auron: Finn!

@alkinnie : 63 cents.

Finn: I'll take the money.

Auron: FINN!!!

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@oceanlue : Why are you on the floor?

Auron: I'm depressed.

Auron: Also I was stabbed, can you get Finn, please.

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@oceanlue : Auron and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Finn: *Sighing* What did Auron do?

@moonlit-dr3ams : They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Auron: Who wants a steering wheel?

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@oceanlue / @bunruby : In are defense,we were left unsupervised.

Auron: Wasn't Finn with you?

Finn: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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@sweetangel9 : Would you stab your best friend in the leg 10 million gold?

Auron: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Finn: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Auron: Good thinking.

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@oceanlue : I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Auron: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

@oceanlue : Yes!

Finn: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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@chibichanntheoneandonly , at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing.

Big red: Okay

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?

@chibichanntheoneandonly : Orange soda, please!

Big red: I'll have the strawberry soda.

Faust : Me too, strawberry soda.

@chibichanntheoneandonly :

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@chibichanntheoneandonly : Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Big red: Chibi no.

@faeriisms : Mistlefoe.

Big red: Please stop encouraging them.

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@alkinnie , holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Finn: You did WHAT–

Charlie : William Snakepeare

@sunfl0wer-h0ur: Severus snake

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@bunrubyy : Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Seth: Okay, but in my defense, Alphonse bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

@bunrubyy : That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Seth: what!..no...your the one farting bubbles

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@oceanlue : I know you snuck out last night, Auron.

@alkinnie : Play dumb!

Auron: Who's Auron?

@sunfl0wer-h0ur : NOT THAT DUMB!!

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Hope u love it

[rayless-reblogs]

Favorites Meme!

Thanks for thinking of me @deemoyza! I love this kind of thing.

Favorite painter: I say I love this kind of thing and then I don't pick a favorite. When it comes to figure-based art, I love the well-known classics, Alphonse Mucha (just lush and gorgeous), John William Waterhouse (softly cluttered, often a little unsettled) and Philip de Laszlo (fiery and opalescent). If we're talking animal art, I love the equine illustrations of Wesley Dennis (powerful nostalgia), all the shaggy warm creatures of Rosa Bonheur, and Theophile Steinlen's endless snoozing cats. And then with landscapes, there's John Brett (airy pure blues), Frederic Edwin Church (ethereal), and Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis (otherworldly, surreal).

Favorite poet/writer: That's even harder. Let's focus on just poets because it's narrower. I once heard Emily Dickinson described as terrifying in her spare use of language, and that's always resonated with me -- and it's something I've tried to angle towards in some of my own poetry.

Favorite band: Am realizing I don't connect as much with bands as with solo artists, so while there are lots of individual songs by bands that I like, I don't have a big pool to draw from. I've always liked the Something Real album by Meg & Dia -- very mid-2000s rock with a lot of cluttered lyrics. But I don't know enough about them overall to really say I'm a fan of them.

Favorite meal & drink: My family's macaroni and cheese recipe, which is kind of weird and atypical (it has cheese, but not an actual cheese sauce) but so cheddary and hearty and good. When I was learning to cook, mastering the macaroni and cheese was a big milestone. And then for drinks, a really good hot chocolate. One of our local restaurants has an amazing one with an enormous homemade marshmallow. For stuff in a packet, I love Starbuck's salted caramel version.

Favorite outfit aesthetic/style: I would maybe call it low-key romantic? I wear a lot of skirts, and I typically always put on jewelry when I go out. I like dark colors (though I've been branching into brighter colors and pastels), some light goth and medievaly elements. I like airy flowy lines, but I also want structure and shape. Am a huge fan of boots with skirts. Current favorite outfit is a dark floral corduroy mini over black leggings, black tee, and a long open-knit burgundy sweater. And of course boots. Adding a cameo necklace or pin gives it a little bit of Victoriana.

Favorite singer: Right now, it's a lot of Tori Amos. She has so many good stand-out lines, beautiful melodies, and also just so much music I still haven't even listened to, even after being a fan for well over ten years. Recently discovered her song "The Maids of Elfen-Mere" and may have to check out the album.

Favorite item you own: Hard to pick one. The year I finished writing The Price and Prey of Magic, someone, without knowing what was in the book, got me a pendant with stag antlers for Christmas. Stags are a big motif in the novel, and it felt like such a lovely, special coincidence. The person has since died, and so wearing the necklace is extra meaningful to me now; I wore it for my first book signing.

Favorite perfume: I don't wear perfume regularly. But my favorite scents are fairly straightforward -- vanilla, orange, rosemary and mint -- pretty simple stuff.

Thank you again! As for tagging, if you see this and would like to do it, go for it!

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Seventeen: Eve of the War Pt. 6

 “....I have no actual commentary for that one at all…” Greed was mortified upon learning just how fragile and dangerous Central was now.

 “That’s horrible! We can’t have Central being destroyed!” Edward was horrified at the possible outcome.

 “It doesn’t affect you Elric, you and your weird metal brother live in the rural parts, you both should be fine.” Envy said after gulping down their first load of food.

 “Envy that’s not the point, there are other people living here that won’t have a place to go to if something happens here along with our government possibly collapsing since that’s where it's stationed.” Edward decided to play nice and break down how this is a bad thing.

 “Like I said, it’ll be fine and not our problem. Besides, anarchy is good for you and you humans should be able to thrive off it like Dolly’s horrible feral humans back at home.” Envy smirked as they loaded up their next plate. 

 “Brother, I don’t want to live like a feral person..” Alphonse was clearly going to have nightmares after this session.

 “Al, don’t worry, we’re not going to be feral and it won’t fall into anarchy.” Edward tried to reassure poor Alphonse at the terrifying possibility of a societal collapse. 

 “Anarchy isn’t all that bad, that was how things were back in the day. Folks were a lot nicer back then and less power hungry before the monarchy arrived. Plus my family isn’t always feral, they only get that way when political figures are brought up in conversation or in person.” Dolly decided to try and reassure that anarchy isn’t some horrible boogeyman. 

 “Well at least you’re a nice anarchist…I cannot believe that came out of my mouth just now.” Greed was wishing this assassination plan wasn’t too much of a nightmare cluster to deal with. 

 “Plus kids, the fuhrer is murdering innocent people without justification! Down with the Fuhrer kiddo!” Ernest threw in that verbal live grenade into the topic.

 Lust decided at that moment to faceplant into the table out of sheer embarrassment of this conversation and where it’s being taken to. It was even more embarrassing that it was in a restaurant of all places. There was no doubt in Lust’s mind that the entire group would be kicked out of the restaurant any moment now given how out of control things had gotten in a short timespan. Dolly was on the same boat as she decided to get Ernest into the backpack with Dorian, there was simply no way they would be allowed to stay in this fine restaurant after how loud everyone was being about homicide and assassination plans. Likewise, Greed was preparing to be kicked out as he stuffed his pockets with as much food as possible to smuggle out in case it happened. Envy, oh Envy, sat there thinking they were untouchable and unremovable. Sure enough, someone from the staff approached their table with a grim look on his face.

 “I’m sorry to inform everyone, but due to complaints from the other guests about your ‘conversation’, we would like to ask for you all to pay and leave our restaurant at once.” The waiter said sternly as he placed the bill on the table, wanting this group to be gone from this establishment. 

 “Do we at least get carry out boxes?” Envy sharply asked as they wished Gluttony had come along just for situations like that one.

 “We will provide some take out boxes, in the meantime, we will expect the bill to be paid once I am back with the boxes.” The Waiter turned briskly away from the table of loud weirdos, leaving Envy a chance to display more of their horrific decision making skills in action.

 “Excellent, Dolly, teleport our asses out of here before the waiter comes back.” Envy whispered through their rock munching teeth, not willing to pay up. “...Envy I have a five person limit ..plus we don’t dine and dash here.” Dolly looked at Envy with a less than amused expression.

 “Damn it Envy, I will not dine and dash out in public.” Lust was ready to make herself a pair of Envy skin boots after this. “Fine, do it the embarrassing way then.” Envy pouted and slouched in their seat like a child being told no to having candy for dinner.

 “I figured this would happen and this pains me so much, I’ll part with some of my cash to pay up for the bill. We’ll continue this discussion outside of the building elsewhere, perhaps your apartment?” Greed begrudgingly took out his Wallet, figuring Envy would’ve attempted a dine and dash on them. 

 “Damn Envy, you got Greed to even pay up…” Ernest was astonished that someone named Greed wasn’t being greedy about the money.

 “That’s because I’m amazing at everything I do. Also fine, we can take it to the apartment, we can torture the Face Fur more in that respect.” Envy said in a haughty tone. 

 “Hey Mr. Markoh, you’ve been awfully quiet during this conversation..” Dolly finally noticed the horrible stone of people was silent.

 “Oh sorry about that, I had to help the others get the yellowjackets under control. They’ve been a horrible menace inside of here since Dorian ate their nest.” Timmy the Talking stone was not a happy meat colored stone of forlorn. 

 “...Dorian is the one that made the stone, right?” Edward was looking bewildered at how everything just derailed into being kicked out of the restaurant. 

 “Yes, Dorian’s body acted like an athanor and managed to incubate a perfected Philosopher’s Stone, though this one has a lot of cheek and is incredibly insensitive towards homunculi in general.” Lust narrowed her eyes at the rude stone on the table.

 “Can I also ask why he ate yellowjackets?” Edward was looking at the stone in horror of what poor Markoh was being put through.

 “Oh Dorian ate a nest for a rocket launching at this Hohenheim guy after he briefly kidnapped me.” Dolly casually explained as Edward got a similar look to Envy’s expression upon hearing karmic justice was delivered upon the worst father ever.

 “....Details now I need to hear everything about how that bastard suffered.” Edward was determined to hear more about this, Alphonse looking embarrassed being around his older brother at this point.

 “Brother please don’t do this now, the waiter is almost back with the carryout boxes and it’s already more embarrassing than before.” Alphonse pleaded to his smaller older brother who wasn’t gonna back down on hearing a delicious good story. 

 “Why should she tell you anything you little rat? I’m already barely tolerating your presence at this point, I may just break out of this and slam your face into the boiling stock right now.” Envy hissed through their teeth, getting in front of Dolly to keep her out of the Elrics’ view.

 “Envy, shut up, the waiter is coming now and if you pull anything, I’m going to come after you with something worse than that damned lamppost you’re fixated on.” Lust put her foot down as she glared at the eldest homunculi at the table.

 Envy shut their little mouth up immediately as they sulked in their spot as the waiter placed the carry out boxes for the group. It was clear that the story would be told after leaving the restaurant much to Envy’s disdain and the fact Lust had the gull to threaten them with something worse than the lamppost was downright insulting. With the carry out boxes filled up and ready, the group left the restaurant immediately for the apartment complex. That bitterness crept back into Envy’s deranged heart as Dolly reccounted the yellowjacket event to their much despised younger brothers. It was their favorite story and Envy had wanted to keep it solely for themself rather than share it. Envy, simply put, hated that they had to share the same hatred for their father with the younger siblings. The bitterness started fading the moment Envy felt a hand carefully hold their own hand. Dolly had noticed Envy was drifting off into their own headspace and decided to carefully bring them back to reality. 

 “You alright there, Envy?” Dolly asked in a hush whisper, keeping Envy in line and from blowing this already unsteady alliance.

 “I’ll be fine once everything is over Dolly.” Envy breathed in a little bit, knowing they won’t have to see the Elrics ever again after Dante was gone.

 “Alright, but we’re talking after the meeting is over.” Dolly simply said, there was no ifs, ands, or buts about the situation.

 “You know me all too well at this point Fairytale.” Envy whispered as they relented to having a private conversation about what happened in the restaurant.

 “That I do, Wayfarer. We should at this time prepare for a three way Banshee screech once we’re back at the apartment.” Dolly clearly wasn’t looking forward to Freddy’s reaction to bringing Ernest before him.

 “Hey, that's going to be the highlight of my evening.” Envy snickered a bit at the thought of Freddy suffering even more by this.

 “I should’ve seen that one coming.” Dolly rolled her eyes a bit at the response.

 “That you should’ve, but that just means it’s a possibility that I will have my glorious day of seeing the Face Fur being shoved off a roof.” Envy’s usual horrid gremlin smile had returned at the hope of seeing the horrible Face Fur being shoved off a roof.

 “I hate to interrupt your conversation, but we’re back at the apartments now. I’m already having a headache from everything, so I’ll be going in to give Freddy the heads up about Ernest being here.” Lust was about done with this evening and needing to not add more to her already throbbing headache. 

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Im currently so obsessed with the bittersweet trio do you have any hcs about them you particularly love? :3

Bittersweet Trio HCs

If Seth ever did decide to live with Boo and Alphonse things are split between them!

Seth: laundry, mowing, grilling (if they decided they wanted steak or hot dogs), picks the third (switches with Al depending on the theme of movie night), fixes things up in the house, helps carry most of Boo's bake goods when it's a bake sale for them, kisses Boo's left cheek, likes scrambled eggs mixed with bacon, and can cook a good breakfast

Alphonse: dishes (if he gets to pick what music he listens to), making a list of groceries, fixing clothing, chooses the first movie they watch during movie night (switches with Seth sometimes), licks the whisk when boo bakes, kisses Boo's right cheek, likes scrambled eggs mixed with ham, and gives ideas of what they could eat bc he can't cook for shit

Boo: cooking, buying clothing for all three, baking (ofc), picks the second movie, gets the tv remote bc the other two argues too much, has to kiss both boys cheek if they kiss one of them (the other gets pouty), cooks dinner and desert

All: Boo is mostly in the middle when cuddling (but switches if the boys wanna be in the middle), grocery store runs must have all of them other the person left out gets pouty bc they weren't able to get snacks or a lil treat, cereal rotation goes Boo Al and Seth only bc Seth gets some that the other two won't eat unless they run out of theirs, and on special occasion will go to the city to eat at a fancy restaurant (only if they REALLY want too)

[deathlysilent13]

FMA Fic Snippet: Modern AU, Ed’s in college.

((Basic idea here: Modern Amestris, no alchemy but automail is still a thing. Jean Havoc teaches at Central University, and Edward Elric is a student in his class. He and Alphonse are orphans (though Team Mustang doesn’t know this yet) and Alphonse is too ill for in person classes. Edward agreed to take them instead of continuing online to gain unrestricted access to the University Library for anything Alphonse might need. Jean Havoc (and all of the team, honestly) is always on the lookout for those who need a little extra support and Ed’s on Jean’s radar))

It’s been three weeks since the start of the fall term. Jean’s already half-buried by grading assignments, which means most of his colleagues are probably already in over their heads. He tries not to assign much, since anyone who’s taking his class is likely taking a full schedule of specialized courses that are going to be exponentially more demanding. He just teaches them how to research, he doesn’t go into nearly as many specifics as just about anyone else teaching masters level courses. 

This particular Friday night finds him in a restaurant and bar, nursing a beer. He’s got his old team around him, and they make a regular habit of meeting up to keep track of one another’s moods. He hasn’t said much tonight, even though he’s the one who called them together. He can’t help it. He hasn’t had anyone come through his class before who invoked such a visceral urge to kick in doors and make them listen as the boy he’s had on his mind almost constantly since the first day of the semester.

A flash of gold catches his eye, a gleam he’s coming to recognize well, and he turns his entire torso to scan the street until he finds the source. Gleaming gold silk held back in a loose braid catches the streetlights and passing headlights. It’s the purest identifier, since the owner of that shocking head of hair isn’t wearing the usual attire Jean sees on him in class. Instead he’s in a simple t-shirt, an olive bomber jacket with a fur-lined collar warding away the evening chill. Hands are tucked into the pockets of comfortable jeans, and black boots lace all the way up his ankles. Considering the kid wears a damned tie to class, the look throws Jean.

A hard thump to his shoulder reminds him that he’s sitting at a full table. “There can’t be anything out there that pretty,” Heymans Breda quips, earning a round of chuckles from the table. 

Jean snorts. “I don’t give a damn about pretty, I want to know what that kid’s story is,” he says, and this time the looks are sharper. Their former commanding officer, Roy Mustang, pins him with a fierce look second only to the one of the woman next to him. Riza Hawkeye might technically be Roy’s subordinate, but anyone who values their life and their blood volume does as she says the moment she says, Roy included. Jean and Heymans had retired at matched ranks lower down the totem pole. 

When Roy just lifts an eyebrow, Jean points the kid out. Kain Fuery, their tech wiz, whistles softly. “He looks way too young to be in one of your classes, Jean,” he says. Their last companion, Vato Falman, nods in clear agreement. He’s usually quiet, but he’s a walking encyclopedia so when he does speak, they know to listen.

Jean doesn’t even bother trying to argue. “He’s 16. Graduated high school at 13 and secured his Bachelors last year. He’d done everything online until now. Masters at most local colleges requires in person courses.” He glances out the window again, watching the way the kid moves through the crowds and manages not to be jostled despite the crush of people. Touch is a significant issue with him, Jean just doesn’t know why. 

“Why haven’t you directed him to the rec center?” Roy asks. His parents, whom he’d never met, apparently left him a fortune. He opened a medical and rehab facility for vets when the government funded one proved its inadequacy one time too many, and has since expanded it into a recreational center and library for street kids and kids with bad home lives. 

Jean lifts his hands briefly. “Look, I tried, okay? He acts like I’m luring him into the back of a van with a lollipop every time. Kid’s polite enough in class, doesn’t talk to anyone, but he bolts the minute the clock hits time. Doesn’t let anyone touch him, doesn’t stay in the quad. Shit, Roy, I don’t even know where he lives. He needs something, I just can’t figure out what.” Roy’s brow furrows, clearly thinking. 

Vato hums thoughtfully. “That explains why we got together a week early,” he says. He’s not angry, none of them are when there’s someone who needs their help. Jean just can’t get a handle on this one. He’s usually good at this, but he’s off balance by this kid. 

Roy looks like he wants to speak, but Riza, who’d watched the kid until he’d turned the corner, cuts him off. “I’ll take this one,” she says. All eyes turn to her, and they’re all shocked. Jean doesn’t think she’s ever approached the kids, she’s too straight laced for them. There’s a reason she usually oversees the vets who come in.

Roy looks at her like she’s lost her mind. “Riza, are you sure?” he asks, risking a stabbing. Heymans backs a few inches away from the table. 

Riza folds her hands on the table, which does nothing to soothe anyone. “Positive. I might know why he avoids the rec center, but I need to confirm.” They’re all blinking now, but no one challenges her. She’s damned near a force of nature, and they were with her on those sands. They all owe her their lives. 

They glance at one another around her, mildly concerned but having no way to voice it that doesn’t come out making her sound incompetent. With a sigh, even Roy finally gives in, agreeing to table it but they’ll all keep a much more active eye out until Riza’s made contact with the kid. After that, none of them can say yet.

[loveatfirstbark]

@notsoaveragegoof

Freetime. Doug didn’t expect to get that in the city. He was used to sticking close to Charles, or being babysat by Alphonse or another member of the pack when they were home in Los Santos. But Doug had worked very hard to earn the man’s trust -- even if he’d immediately shaken it by overstaying at Persephone’s his first week back. But the allowance to explore on his own made him more compliant and mindful of his time. When it was time to hunt, it was time to hunt - but having a little freedom to do his own thing, well, that was the best reward that Douglas could have never asked for.

Doug had stopped at a restaurant to get something to eat - using the credit card  Charles had given him. He read a book while he ate, barely paying any mind to the waiter that was serving him until he heard a familiar tune hum from his throat as he walked away. Doug turned, starring at the young man, and chewed on the tune while he waited for him to return with his water. 

“Hey - that song you were humming. How do you know that?” He asked, a skeptical and curious look on his face as he finally acknowledged the waiter with more interest than he’d given him before. “I always have that tune stuck in my head, but I’ve never heard it anywhere else.”

[p0pp3t]

I’m kind of drawing some thing right now with my oc and Alphonse I don’t know I’m kind of driving right now and then I’m going to edit it and he goes something like this and I’m adding something little at the end

Al: sometimes i’m in embarrass,  to be friends with Pierre  because one time while we were at a restaurant he yelled at the waitress  and told him to shove a marker up his urethra PFFT AHAHAHA

Boo/sugar: please stop telling him to say that the people-

alphonse and pierre rn:

[mzteeeyed]

 Les Amis de l'Art Japonais se réuniront à dîner au Restaurant du Cardinal : [carton d'invitation, estampe] / [Prosper Alphonse Isaac] Isaac, Prosper Alphonse (1858-1924). Graveur