#it started before I had an ED

[caesarinsalata]

Ed's face before fully processing that someone complimented him

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 534

Yup it's more fma au aha

Decided to go ahead with the idea that Pearl was given a Philosopher's Stone during Ishval, thus also gaining the title The Red Pearl Alchemist for a short time. The stone is returned after the war ends, but later she finds it again in the Fifth Laboratory with Gem

[napneeders]

For the prompt meme! Steddyhands, “Say my name.”

(smut prompts)

sorry that this took uhhh almost a month though to be fair the s2 finale knocked me out of writing this for a bit. you said you like emotional

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"Israel," Stede says, and Ed can tell it's not the first time. There's an allusion there that he's not privy to. We haven't, Stede said when asked, with the implication that they could have.

"Ed," Stede says with the same softness, and it's a balm to the wounds he was about to start licking. "You can touch him."

Izzy is limp and striped red on the bed, his head on Stede's thigh. Ed reaches out a hand and runs it up Izzy's bicep. Izzy shivers. Instinctively, Ed looks up at Stede.

"How's that?" Stede asks in his conspiratorial bedroom tone. Ed wants it all to himself. No he doesn't.

"Nh," Izzy says without opening his eyes. That, at least, Ed can still decipher. He scoots closer on his knees to get both hands on Izzy, runs his fingertips along raised welts crossing old scars. Izzy twitches. His hand curls around Stede's thigh.

"Harder." Izzy's voice is a carved-out whisper. Ed presses his fingers in where the red is deep and feels Izzy's back tighten against them.

"You did – you did good, Izzy," Ed murmurs, choking a little, "so good, weren't you, you can…" You can take it so good. So few words can slip free of the weight between them.

He watched with his heart in his throat, threatening to burst, ripe and taut, into his mouth. Stede was sure, in hand and intention, and Ed wondered if there had been a hesitation, prior, another moment he was barred from, another conversation.

There's a humiliation that wriggles warm and complicated in his stomach at handing power over to Stede. Handing himself over, that's easy. Handing Izzy over, that's, but then he didn't, did he, couldn't have, because he'd lost his hand on Izzy already. If anything, it's Stede offering Izzy up to him, and a part of Ed wants to bite his hand.

It's easier to be in his palms, in the warm swell of Izzy's muscle, so familiar he slips right in; almost scares him how his hands move, like they could do anything as readily as touch. But they're gentle as readily as rough.

Izzy's breathing slow and deep, gasping when Ed passes over a particularly sore spot. His hand skirts over Izzy's arse, squeezes at the swell of his buttock, and Izzy's thighs fall open just a half-inch, like he'd been holding them that much tenser. Ed swallows as his fingers creep lower. The red stripes end a couple of inches before the leg does; that's where Ed's hand stops, too, as if brought to some magic limit and unable to continue. He swallows something ugly and desperate, runs his hand up the inside of Izzy's thigh again.

Izzy lets out a noise when Ed bends to kiss his neck, a wounded noise, a frightening one. Ed wants to look at Stede (registers Stede's hand rubbing soft circles on his shoulder), but he presses his forehead to the back of Izzy's head instead, nose sinking into Izzy's hair, smelling familiar grease and dust and sweat. Izzy shakes, and Ed feels it in his bones. It feels wrong and that's why he has to take it. He's filled at once with a terrible urge to get closer, to squeeze through some crack, and a terrible urge to run away.

"Izzy," Ed says, and tastes salt on his lips. There's wet hair sticking to his cheek. "Izzy." My Izzy. He used to say that. "Izzy."

Izzy quakes, a long arc of a tremor that ends in a hitching sob, and Ed lets it resonate in his own body like he could absorb it. "Izzy," he begs, and doesn't even know what he's asking for, but he's shifting, chest lining up with Izzy's back, hand scrabbling for Izzy's on the sheets. Fingers slotting between knuckles. Izzy's fingers squeeze back.

"Izzy," Ed whimpers. "Say my name." Braces for the silence.

"Edward," Izzy mumbles like he has forgotten speech, and Ed cries freely.

[utterdrip]

i am gonna play so much goddamn bg3 this weekend

[gingergari]

happy tdov! got another spidersona for ya! :]

'parker' is in between names right now but that doesn't stop him from being the spiderman of his dimension!

their dimension is fairly desaturated so the appearance of our favorite red and blue hero is a disturbance in more ways than one

gwen stacy becomes his 'guy in the chair' after she figures out that he's spiderman :]

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

hear me out, i havent stopped thinking about heartbroken ed's crew's new uniform vibes

izzy 'I'm not smearing that stuff on my face' hands vs ed 'it's not optional' teach: fight

outcome: izzy carefully applying precise eyeliner each morning using little more than the dim light of sunrise and one of the fancy trays stede left behind

[burningcomputerpersona]

i am going to fucking explode this class with my mind. what the FUCK do you mean NO POINTS for late submissions. killing stabbing biting maiming

[kingdomoftyto]

Oh yeah ANOTHER thing?

It's now canon that Vlad (and by extension probably Danny too) can survive THE VACUUM OF SPACE with no food, water, or air for at least several months if not over a year??

Like yeah we saw him out by Saturn at the end of Phantom Planet but I think a lot of us figured he'd probably die out there (including the characters in the story apparently LOL brutal). But here we have confirmation that (half-)ghosts can pretty much keep going indefinitely on stubbornness alone. Like holy shit, dude. I don't know whether that's awesome or super dark.

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

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[bunn-iiii]

so many things happening in my life in the next couple months and it feels like my life is turning around compared to how I felt this time last year which was complete and utter dread and burn out in every sense of the word

[magistralucis]

My hair had been thinning the past few months. Thought the perils of age had come upon me uncommonly early. No lmao turns out I was malnourished 🤪

[areyoudoingthis]

I think I'm ready to start the inn retirement series I want to see in the world

[anaalnathrakhs]

it's rlly fun how my parents just straight up. do not care. about the disordered eating. we had all this talk back when i went through a big suicidal crisis a couple months ago, i explained what was really difficult for me, eating socially, restaurants, not choosing my food, etc, and now it's like. okay it didn't exist actually.

mother i am not going to order you around, either you accept that i'm gonna have difficulty dealing with "normal people behavior" or whatnot and you stop looking at me like :/ anytime i am anything but ecstatic at the idea of eating anything anytime anyhow, or you adapt your behavior to avoid the results you don't like to see. i'm only doing my best to handle things from my side, and i am certainly not going to try measuring for you how important family social eating occurences are to you.

[sskk-manifesto]

(´；ω；｀)

[squidprinceofwinterfell]

One of my least favorite tropes is when a character says “I’ve never liked/always hated you” to a villainous character but they used to bully that character before they turned bad. And for some reason neither character brings this up during the scene.

[sweetdreamspootypie]

food / family vent

Using Tumblr as a diary

Haha

Hahaha

I stupidly didn't think to ask in depth questions

And the 'be polite and don't cause problems because your 89 year old grandmother made you dinner' social programming took over

Silly me for thinking my dad would give a shit about not making a dinner that is 50% allergens

My gut just started hurting

Why do I push myself into having to 'prove' my dietary restrictions every once in a while?

I know I can tolerate a small amount of contaminant

But once in a while doesn't mean I'm ok with it in high doses or repetitively

I accepted the risk on the plane

But why are you cooking and serving a gluten dairy meal to me here? (And having to ask if I eat meat and if I eat ham which is a whole separate wtf)

Why not just.. make it for yourselves and leave me to make myself another egg on (gf) toast?

I shouldn't have to reject my grandmother's offer of food just because my dad who helped her doesn't care (or more accurately, thinks the rest of us are faking our dietary restrictions)

But tbh up until this pain started, I've been kinda more concerned with the risk that living here with him is going to trigger an ED relapse, which I also can't afford.

Either way I'm going to be made of fatigue and depression but he'll just think that's my normal because I'm always like that around him (i.e. full of allergens and eating disorder which triggered chronic fatigue when I lived at home)

I want to be able to enjoy this trip

I think I'm going to have to go to the supermarket and buy things so I can have a stash of food in my room

Bc this is ridiculous, it's 11pm but I can still hear someone in the kitchen, but I'm waiting so I can go and get something to eat