#[ mus. EDWARD ELRIC ]

[thevaudevilledemon]

Every confirmed MU for Death Battle Season '24/25 ranked

Omni-Man vs Bardock - Literally just Goku vs Superman part 4, and I don't even think the end result is gonna change, Bardock is gonna get obliterated

Mahito vs Shigaraki - I don't know either of these characters, so it'll be a good way to get introduced to them I think

Simon the Digger vs White Lantern - Ditto, but I'm vaguely familiar with the concepts of both characters

Aang vs Traveler - I'm curious to see if they'll go the Aang vs Edward Elric route or the Rick Sanchez vs The Doctor route for Aang's pacifism here

Hulk vs Godzilla - Cool to see Godzilla come back, that's about it

Ruby vs Maka - This battle has been teased for a long ass time, it's about time it happens

Kratos vs Asura - That teaser was pretty hype, but I'm not too familiar with either character to really have many expectations

Wile E. Coyote vs Tom Cat - After Scooby-Doo vs Courage, I think anything could happen here.

Ash vs Yugi - Straight up, this is just my childhood.

Bowser vs Eggman - Another Army vs Army battle, that won't be in pixel animation, and it's a legacy match-up.

Light vs Columbo - So this is gonna be the bonus battle, and it's been said it won't be a legit "Death Battle" battle, so I'm genuinely curious as to what they're gonna do with this one.

[rivthewriter]

Chapters five and six are up! Chapter seven is in production and then finally this fic will be done!

As for my other fics! Ruin, A Greedfall Fanfic, Vasco/My DeSardet: Is currently being rewritten (again) and will be updated as soon as all chapters have been! Current status: 1/5 Tell Me When I Wake Up Was I Ever Alive, A Star Trek Fanfic, Jack Crusher/Q JR, Ghost au: Being Worked On, Procrastination is a disease I suffer from a lot. Current Status: 1/6 Two Bed Two Bath And A Ghost, A Star Trek Fanfic, Julian Bashir/Garak, Ghost Au: Being worked on/edited/rewritten. Current Status: 2/6 Soulmates Are A Strange Thing, A Caraval Fanfic, Dante/Jacks, Soulmate Swap Au: Being worked on! Two chapters to go! Current Status; 3/5 And If On Our Darkest Days We Cry Sing Til We Put Our Fears Aside, A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfic, Russel Tringham/Edward Elric, Pirate au (kinda): In The Works. Current Status: 9/? (unsure how many chapters ill have of this one.)

Too Much All At Once, A Outer Worlds Fanfic, Vicar Max/My Captain: Currently on mini hiatus, will be working on it eventually. Current Status: 9/16. Dont Know If You Love Me Or Want Me Dead, A Fallout New Vegas Fanfic, Vulpes Inculta/My Courier: Currently on Mini Hiatus as I rewrite it again. Current Status: 3/? (unsure how many chaps ill have) And now fics I've hinted at but haven't posted yet: A Tale Untold, Fragile Dreams Fanfic, Ship Unclear, Future Fic: Currently working on chapter one. Nameless Moshang Fic: ........ ....idk man idk if ill ever post this i might just turn it into something i keep for myself.. 'The land of tender incident', Feng Xin/Mu Qing: ...also one idk if ill ever publish. but eh. maybe.

[donghuamuqing]

Does this make sense. Edward elric xie lian, alphonse elric feng xin, winry mu qing

[carnirat]

Random but Scar is like the only person that knew without meeting Ed or Al that Ed was the Fullmetal Alchemist and not Al. Like he goes up to them and looks at Ed and says "You are the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, correct?" And doesn't even wait for Ed to speak before attacking.

This is unrelated but I always thought it was weird that Scar wanted to kill Ed. Like yeah, he's going after state alchemists but Ed is much too young to have been a state alchemist during the Ishvalan Civil War and I'd assume Scar did some kind of research on the people he's trying to kill so he knows how to fight back and he also knows all their names and titles as well. And he's specifically going for state alchemists because of the people they killed in Ishval, he's doing it specifically to get revenge and kill the people who took his friends and family but Ed is just a kid, even though he's in the military with a high rank, he's still just a kid and had nothing to do with the war. Hell, he even was negatively impacted by the war since it was so close to his hometown which ended up being destroyed and the same war took the lives of his closest friend's parents. I just think it's weird he's trying to kill a 15 year old that had nothing to do with what happened in Ishval.

[braveryhearted]

Tag dump; Full Metal Alchemist edition.

[ ch. LING YAO ] [ vis. LING YAO ] [ mus. LING YAO ] [ hc. LING YAO ] [ ans. LING YAO ] [ ch. EDWARD ELRIC ] [ vis. EDWARD ELRIC ] [ mus. EDWARD ELRIC ] [ hc. EDWARD ELRIC ] [ ans. EDWARD ELRIC ]  [ ch. ROY MUSTANG ] [ vis. ROY MUSTANG ] [ mus. ROY MUSTANG ] [ hc. ROY MUSTANG ] [ ans. ROY MUSTANG ] 

[tragcdysewn]

under the cut is a starter call for my muses for the event! just let me know who you’d like it for!

abigail mckinnon

adora - entrapta, catra

ahsoka tano - luke skywalker

allana solo - sella palpatine

alphonse elric - edward elric, ami mizuno

ariana dumbledore

bela dimitrescu

bellatrix black - voldemort

beru lars

cassie lang

darcy lewis - steve rogers

davina claire - hope mikaelson, klaus mikaelson, elijah mikaelson

elphaba thropp - attina

feng xin - xie lian, mu qing

feyre archeron - rhysand

hallie parker

howl jenkins pendragon - sophie hatter

james potter - marlene mckinnon, lily evans, james sirius potter

james witherdale - victoria sutherland

jeyne westerling

jin zixuan - wei wuxian, jin ling

korra - asami sato

lan wangji

lumine - childe, venti

lyanna stark

marinette dupain-cheng

mj jones - peyton halliwell

mobei-jun - shang qinghua

mya stone

nie mingjue

renesmee cullen - esme cullen, isabel conklin

rose weasley - victoire weasley

sheev palpatine - leia organa

shen qingqiu - shang qinghua

thanatos

ty lee - aang

wanda maximoff - jean grey, vision, peggy carter

wen qing - wei wuxian, jo wilson

xiao lanhua - dongfang qingcang

yor forger - loid forger

[chid0rita]

Heyo! I’m Mod Marionette and this is my edit blog. Me and some of the others in the Sys have another edit blog @vampyr-blossom​. You may know me from @/dicefloweredits but I moved to here. 

My Pronouns fluctuate, feel free to use any but They/Them for me, all my editing info under the cut.

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About The Mod;

You can call me Marion(ette), or the names of my irls 

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Voca/Utau/Fanloid, Evillious Chronicles, Ghost and Pals, Sonic the Hedgehog, FNAF, DDLC, D4DJ, Project Sekai, MILGRAM, Bleach, FMA; Brotherhood, Amalee MVs

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Whitelist;

Characters; Kagamine Rin and Len, Mayu, Kasane Teto, Meiko, Fukase, Utatane Piko, VFlower, Yuzuki Yukari (Vocaloid), Tooth Hurty, Cakey, Kennith Simmons, Christopher Pierre, Norman Da Luz (Ghost and Pals), Banica Conchita, Riliane Lucifen d’Autriche, Sateriasis Venomania, Lemy Abelard, (Evillious), Infinite (Sonic), Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye (FMA; B), Mu Kusunoki, Haruka Sakurai, Futa Kajiyama, Kotoko Yuzuriha, Mikoto Kayano (Milgram), Monika, Yuri, Sayori (DDLC)

Ships; MeiLuka, MikuRin, MikuLen, FukaFlower, MikuFlower (Vocaloid), Charon and Norman (Ghost and Pals), Sonadow, Whispangle (Sonic), Any DDLC ship (DDLC), 

Misc; Cows, Webcore

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Characters; Yoimiya, D*insleif (Genshin Impact), Trash Dentist/Novacaine (Ghost and Pals)

Ships; Obviously Toxic/Gross Pairings, Romantic RinLen, Romantic GuMiku and MikuLuka, Oliver Ships, (Vocaloid) Happy Days! Maika x Men, Kennith Simmons x Women, (Ghost and Pals), Haruka x Futa or Mikoto (Milgram), 

Misc; Scenecore (Selective), Glitchcore (Selective), Sanriocore (Selective), Goblincore, Vaporwave

What I Can Edit;

Icons (Any Shape, Just Ask), Headers, Wallpapers, Edit Sets (Selective), Aesthetic Boards, Kin positivity, Playlists (Selective!), Transparents, Manga colouring, Stimboards, Canon Calls, Flags Picked from characters, Basic Recolours, Reply Icons (Any Shape, Just Ask), Colour Swap edits, Basic PJSekai Card Edits

[oldchaotetothecore]

Clockwork Heart AU

Inspiration drawn out of a rock, and from Camera Shy by Aisukuri-Mu Studio; Me in this Android Body by agent000.

Ed Elric is an android

(A/N: yep, that’s all. Posting in order of latest saved. 3/4)

(Kidding! I finally wrote something down just for you guys. 😘)

Amestris is a city; is a nation, is a people, is a cemetery with graves laid on tombs and bones left bleaching in the ashes of cities unfed.

Amestris is hungry; with no bread, no meat, no blood that may satisfy it. A war machine, cutting swathes of its own troops down as it does the enemies’, burning its heart with its corpses.

Amestris is cold; with the baking heat of summer and the silence of the cicadas. The acrid scent of chemicals mingles with the sweet scent of rotting flesh and the scavengers breathe just barely.

They dig up the graves.

They tear open the tombs.

There are not enough soldiers, there is not enough food.

EE0803 blinks on. Records indicate it shut off suddenly, improperly. It runs diagnostics, sitting up from where it laid in the rubble, letting the sand and crumbling pebbles fall off. The sun is high overhead, but IntClock insists it is 2300.

There are lacerations on both legs and its right arm, the scratched metal supports shiny with tinted circulatory fluid. It will need to patch itself to get very far. ComDrive can’t access Cycle, and hasn’t updated Mission Files, either.

Dust clouds as EE0803 stands up, surveying the collapsed church. There is no sign of the insurgents, or of the other Gold Leaf Units. ComDrive remains out of sync. ForeThought blinks in the upper left of its vision, reminding it to return to Camp Shore for further instruction.

SUMMARY: Edward Elric was a very normal boy in a very normal home. War tore up the nation, but he lived. His brother lived. His friends lived. They also died, as fleshbags are wont to do. The war ended only for a lack of means to keep it up. Not that much later, it’s less of an issue. Dead bodies make excellent bones to build something new.

A/N: Haven’t decided how many canon characters will be used or recycled. I figured I would have a (great?) granddaughter or grandniece be a driving force. Much of the family drama there would be of her disgust and frustration of the corpse of a (distantish) family member being used as a war machine. Ed would still have died pretty young, maybe early twenties. Ed and Al did not commit Human Transmutation here, and Ed never joined the military. He was famous in a backroads folklore kind of way. He and Mustang never met.

GLOSSARY ComDrive: Communications/Command Drive (by which the Military orders Units around, and by which Units contact each other but mostly the Military) Cycle: A program that runs like the internet, but just for the Military. ForeThought: The program that personally bosses Units around. IntClock: Internal Clock (oh no, something must have been jostled rather harshly there. do hope nothing bad comes of it... ;P) Mission Files: Self-explanatory. Where Military commands are logged.

[fullmetalscullyy]

the way it was - chapter 15

summary:  what if riza never went to war?  riza hawkeye has just married the man she loves. six months into their marriage, an unexpected surprise stops her from following roy to the military. a canon divergence au that explores what might have happened had riza been unable to join the military. there will be plenty of family fluff, angst, and royai.

rated: m | warnings: no archive warning apply

chapter 13 | read on ao3

1914

well this is life in colour

today feels like no other

“Hello, Riza,” Gracia Hughes greeted warmly, hugging the host tightly after stepping into her home. “How have you been?”.

“I’ve been well, Gracia. Thank you for asking. What about yourself?”

“The same,” she smiled, glancing down at her daughter, who had just tugged on her hand to get her mother’s attention.

“Mummy?” Elicia asked. “Where’s Mia?”

Riza smiled at Hughes' daughter, and Gracia smiled at her eagerness.

“She’s inside, Elicia,” Riza revealed, crouching to her level. “Let me take your jacket and you can go in and see her if you like? She’s in the living room with Uncle Roy.”

Shortly after her birth, Maes and Gracia had asked Roy and Riza if they’d like to be the godparents of Elicia. They both readily accepted and returned the favour with Mia. The titles of aunt and uncle came along shortly after that, and it stuck.

At that piece of information, Elicia’s eyes lit up and she grinned. “Okay!” 

“Aunt Rebecca is already in there too,” Riza announced as she eased Elicia’s coat gently off her shoulders. Elicia’s eyes lit up even more. She was a big fan of Rebecca.

“Yay!” she clapped happily.

 “I love this jacket, Elicia. It’s very beautiful.” She beamed at her Aunt Riza. 

“I picked it out myself. I like the flowers on it!” she exclaimed.

“You have very good taste.”

Elicia’s eyes positively sparkled, and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink in her pride.

“Head on through, Honey,” Riza gestured. “They’re just in there.”

Elicia was a very confident child, not much phased her, however she tentatively walked to the living room and peeked through the door to see who was there waiting for her. When she spotted Roy, her posture straightened, and that confidence returned.

“Uncle Roy!” she cried happily, running into the room.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Gracia added once Riza had straightened to stand.

“Thank you for coming. I appreciate it, especially after having to reschedule.”

The Elric brothers were out of town for longer than anticipated and then Roy and Riza had to move to Central, so the dinner party she’d arranged with Maes was quickly forgotten about and put on the back burner until they were settled.

“Of course,” Gracia announced. “I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world,” she smiled warmly. “I brought some wine for the three ladies,” Gracia announced.

Just then, Maes opened the front door and entered the hallway, shivering from the cool spring air outside, but sighing in relief from the sudden warmth.

“It’s getting warmer out there, so that’s something!” Maes hugged his arms tight to his body to warm himself before shrugging out of his jacket. “Riza!” he cried with a grin, enveloping her in a tight hug. “How are you?”

“I’m well, Maes,” she smiled. “And thank you for the gift, Gracia. I really appreciate it… but, I won’t be able to drink it tonight, unfortunately. It will just be you and Rebecca on the wine tonight,” Riza revealed, her eyes sparkling as she watched the two of them furrow their brows. Gracia was the one who reached the conclusion first, but Maes was not long after her. 

“Are you pregnant, Riza Mustang?” Gracia gasped. Riza nodded vigorously. “Oh, my goodness. Congratulations!” Riza was enveloped in another tight hug by Gracia. Maes joined in as well and the three of them embraced happily in Riza’s hallway.

“Another bun in the oven, huh?” Maes asked, kissing Riza’s cheek. “Congrats! Where’s Roy?”

“In the living room,” Riza told him.

Without another word, Maes entered and shook his hand. Riza watched as Roy stood and Maes pulled him into a tight hug. Roy smiled, clapping his back in thanks.

“I’ll take this out of your way then,” Gracia announced, placing the bottle of wine back in the bag she’d brought with her. “We can save it for after the baby is born. How about that?” she grinned.

“I would love that. Thank you.”

“Would you like any help in the kitchen?” Gracia offered.

“No thank you, I’m all right. Make yourself at home,” Riza offered, showing her through to their living room where the excited chatter continued now that Maes was in on the secret that she was pregnant.

There was another knock at the door, followed by hushed voices, so Gracia excused herself as Riza approached the door.

“Brother, stop fidgeting,” a rather metallic sounding voice stated sharply.

“I’m not, Al,” another replied. They both sounded so young.

“You are, I’m watching you do it. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“I’m not nervous,” the boy spat.

“It’s just the Colonel,” a female voice replied, her voice hushed.

“I know who it is, Winry,” the boy grumbled. “And I’m not nervous!”

Riza opened the door and was slightly taken aback when a large metal suit of armour filled her vision. The metallic voice gasped as the door opened, promptly straightening in posture as he saw Riza. That must be Alphonse. Next to him stood a small teenager. His long bangs covered his forehead, dropping down towards his eyes. Matching his fringe, was a long braid that extended down his back. Edward. The girl though, Riza didn't know. Her long blonde hair was gently brushed to the side in the spring breeze. In her hands she clutched a basket with a cover over it, and from the door Riza could faintly smell cooked apples.

She’d learned about everything that had happened with Edward and Alphonse Elric. Edward was wearing a red jacket and gloves, but Riza caught a glimpse of his automail underneath the cloth. She knew Alphonse was a soul bonded to this suit of armour before her. Riza was fully aware they’d been the victim of human transmutation, but seeing them both before her now made the news hit home even harder than it had before. Edward still looks so young. It was a horrifying thought, and Riza’s heart sank a little. They’d been even younger than they were now when they performed the taboo. 

Ever since she’d discovered what had happened to them, Riza just wanted to give them both a hug. Roy had told her his plan to keep what they did a secret in exchange for Edward’s loyalty to his cause, but he also revealed that he would hate it if the top brass ever found out what happened to them. Alphonse would be taken away and studied while they tried to figure out how it was possible. Edward would be kept under close watch and wouldn’t have as much freedom to go out and travel the country to find out what happened to them both. Roy liked to gripe about how much of a headache Edward gave him, but she knew he cared for the two boys, and Riza couldn’t think of a better person to look out for them both. She was glad they had Roy’s support behind them.

Pushing down her strong maternal instinct for the moment, Riza smiled at the trio warmly. “Hello Edward, Alphonse. Come in,” she beckoned. Stepping aside, they both entered her home.

Despite the hushed conversation she’d heard before opening the door, Edward did look rather nervous, but he stepped forward and inside the house. Alphonse ducked carefully and stepped inside, filling her hallway, but managed to clear the ceiling with enough room to move comfortably.

“Good evening, Mrs. Mustang,” Alphonse greeted.

“Hello…” Edward greeted, unsure on how to proceed. It felt like he wanted to say something, then stopped himself. “Mrs. Mustang,” he finished sheepishly. Riza smiled at him, appreciative of his manners. Obviously, it would take some time for them to get used to it.

 “I do apologise,” Riza added as the girl entered after them. “But I don’t believe we’ve met before. Roy didn’t mention your friend here,” Riza announced kindly.

“My name is Winry,” she replied. “It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Mustang.” She shifted from foot to foot for a moment. “And sorry for turning up unannounced,” she fretted. “Mr. Hughes said it would be all right,” she explained.

Riza waved away her concerns. “The more the merrier,” she replied. There was more than enough food to go around as well, so an extra guest was no problem for Riza. “It’s a pleasure to meet the three of you,” she greeted. “And please, Riza is fine,” she insisted. “Everyone is in the living room just now.” Riza directed them to the correct door. “Would you like a drink?”

“Just water, please,” Edward replied.

“The same for me,” Winry requested politely.

“N – Nothing for me please, Mrs. Mus – I mean, Riza,” Alphonse stuttered.

“It’s all right, Alphonse,” she soothed him. “Roy told me what happened to you both.” Edward’s spine straightened, his face was stricken. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything to offer you instead.”

“That’s – That’s okay, Mrs. Mustang. Um, I – I mean we – would really appreciate it if…” Alphonse trailed off.

“If you didn’t say anything,” Edward finished. His eyebrow twitched in irritation. Given his relationship with Roy, something told Riza that Edward was annoyed at him for letting their secret slip.

“Don’t worry, boys,” Riza reassured them. “I’ve known about you two since before you got your automail, Edward.” The pair of them shared a look. “I’ve hoped for a while that I’d be able to meet you someday. How are you both? Are you all right?”

They shared another look. They were surprised by her concern, but her maternal instinct wouldn’t rest. At every mention of those boys, Riza couldn’t help but think about her own daughter, and how she couldn’t bear the thought if something like that happened to Mia.

“We’re… okay. Thank you.” Edward seemed genuinely surprised and his thanks were sincere.

“If there’s anything you need, just let me know,” Riza smiled, showing them the way into their living room. They were greeted warmly by her other guests and Riza left them to it, entering their kitchen.

“I brought something along with me,” Winry announced shyly as Edward and Alphonse entered to speak to the other guests. “I baked an apple pie.”

“Oh, Winry. Thank you so much. I thought something smelled delicious. Would you like to bring it through?”

Winry nodded and followed her to the kitchen.

“Just put it wherever you find a space,” Riza told her. “I can’t wait to dig in.”

“Thank you. I hope it’s all right. Edward loves it, but I think he’s a little biased.” She chuckled, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Riza smiled knowingly, recognising that look.

“I’m sure it will be perfect.”

“Would you like a hand with cooking?” Winry offered.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you for your offer. Go through and enjoy the company. I’ve got things handled in here.”

“Okay, thank you, Mrs. Must - I mean Riza.”

*          *          *

Riza busied herself with cooking dinner, oblivious to what was happening in the rest of her house. She heard laughter in the background as she worked, and it made her smile. She was pleased everyone was getting along. Growing up, she’d never had a house as warm of this. She never thought she ever would. To hear such happiness emanate from her living room as all her guests enjoyed themselves made her heart warmer than any fire could.

Well, except maybe Roy’s. He always managed to make her feel safe, loved, and happy. To this day she couldn’t believe her luck. The attractive, brilliant, and overall incredible Roy Mustang had fallen in love with sad, lonely, and plain Riza. Sometimes she’d wondered if it had been out of pity, especially after they were first married.

Her father had asked Roy to take care of her on his deathbed. That request still bewildered Riza because Berthold had never shown love or care to her after her mother's death. It was as if he’d forgotten about Riza completely. Riza wondered if it was out of guilt, but didn’t hold out much hope for that reasoning. He probably only wanted Roy to protect her body, not her as a person. After all, she’d been turned into her father’s own personal notebook. The research on her back was more important than Riza.

Being the gentleman he was, Roy had asked Riza to marry him. Riza had often thought it was only because he’d felt it was his duty, but she hadn’t wanted to tie him down like that. So, she questioned everything, because how could she be loved so much by him? It had to be an act. It had to be. He was young, and did the thing he thought was right. In the first few weeks Riza had been waiting for him to come to his senses and leave her, realising he’d made a mistake tying himself to her so young. Her father had drilled it into her that she was useless every day. How could someone so useless be loved by him? Slowly, Roy had chipped away at her walls and broken them down. Riza couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy in her childhood.

Then, the bomb was dropped when he’d been called up to serve in Ishval. She’d been loved and cherished for six months, then he’d been roughly pulled away from her. He was going off to war. He could have been killed. Coupled with the hormones from her pregnancy, Riza had spent many days, not just nights, sitting in a depressive state, tears tracking down her cheeks. That was when she was at her lowest.

Rebecca dragged her out of that somewhat. She was taken on days out. They went shopping for Mia together to prepare for her birth. These trips led to lunches out or teas in coffee shops. Before Riza knew it, it was time for dinner. Rebecca invited her around to her apartment for dinner more often than not. Riza had been too tired from their busy days to make it home. Sometimes Rebecca drove her back to her cold, lonely apartment, but Riza always preferred sleeping at Rebecca’s. It helped to have some company.

“Hello,” Roy greeted as he kissed her temple, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He broke her from her ruminations, but Riza wasn’t going to complain about his more than welcome affections.

“Hello, you,” Riza smiled, looking over the timings on the recipe sheet in front of her. She set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes then relaxed against Roy’s chest. The last thing was being cooked and in twenty minutes, the food would be ready to serve. This was the first time she’d ever hosted a meal and was slightly nervous. She just wanted everything to go well.

“How are you doing?” His arms slipped from around her waist while Riza turned in his grasp. They settled on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m fine.” She was a little bit tired, but not enough to put her off hosting for the night. 

“Let me know if you need any help, okay?”

“I will Roy, don’t worry.” She kissed him softly. The grip on her waist tightened in response. “Everything is fine through here. What about through there?” she nodded towards the living room.

“Surprisingly, Edward Elric is good with kids.”

“He’s a kid himself. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“Because he has a terrible attitude that stinks to high heaven?”

Riza scoffed. “Only to you. He was perfectly polite when I met him.”

Roy grumbled under his breath, a scowl forming on his face.

“Maybe if you weren’t so hard on him, he would be nicer to you.”

“I have been nice,” Roy stated defensively. “I gave them the freedom they needed, didn’t I?”

“Followed by a smug look and a snarky comment, no doubt,” Riza teased.

Roy’s scowl deepened but Riza just laughed at him. She pulled away, moving away to cut the last of the carrots.

“Go back to entertaining our guests,” she dismissed him with an amused tone. “And try not to make Edward throttle you.”

Roy snorted. “I can’t make that promise,” he muttered.

Riza entered their living room with an amused smile. Laughter made its way through to her and she wondered what was so funny. Roy was scowling at Hughes – what was new there – while everyone was laughing, most likely at Roy’s expense.

“And then he was knocked flat on his ass,” Maes stated loudly before guffawing, while Rebecca joined in with him. Edward was cackling away while Alphonse’s laugh was slightly nervous, like he felt he probably shouldn’t be laughing. Gracia just smiled, but her attention was on her daughter and Mia. Riza’s heart melted at the sight of Winry sitting on the floor, Elicia in her lap, and Mia by her side as they played with Hayate.

Mia wasn’t laughing, though. Elicia was giggling because everyone else was, but Mia’s face fell as she looked up at her father, then around at everyone in the room. Riza watched as she climbed to her feet, rushing over to Roy. 

“That’s okay, Daddy,” Mia reassured him. She wrapped her arms around a surprised Roy’s neck. “You’ll always be my hero,” Riza heard her whisper in his ear. It was spoken quiet enough that the rest of them didn’t hear over their laughter, but Riza was standing behind the couch Roy was sitting on, so she heard every word.

Roy wrapped his arms tightly around Mia. “Thank you, Mia Bear,” he whispered.

“Dinner is served, everyone,” Riza announced. Eagerly, their guests made their way to their dining room. Riza hung back and waited for Roy and Mia. He’d hoisted her into his arms and was carrying her through on his hip, rather than walking with Mia by his side. Hayate walked dutifully by their side, looking up at Mia as they walked.

The whole night was a hit. The drinks flowed and all the food was gone by the end of the night. Most of them went back for seconds, stating it was too good to only have one serving. Riza thanked them sincerely, touched. On the inside she was beaming with pride.

“I told you Riza was an amazing cook,” Roy announced, kissing her cheek. She turned pink at the compliment and went back to eating Winry’s apple pie without saying a word.

“Her cooking is to die for,” Rebecca announced, helping herself to a third plate, unashamed.

“Riza, my dear, you’re an absolutely wonderful cook, however no one holds a candle to my Gracia,” Maes winked. “Sorry.”

“Winry’s apple pie is great too,” Alphonse piped up. “Edward tells me its the best he’s ever tasted.”

Riza watched, trying to hide her laugh as Edward’s face turned scarlet and Winry’s cheeks were dusted pink.

Edward coughed in response. “Yeah, it is,” he muttered quietly in response. “It’s really great.”

“Let’s not compare and contrast,” Gracia announced, keeping the peace. “The meal was wonderful, Riza. Thank you so much.”

A chorus of thank yous sounded around the table.

Riza noticed Alphonse was writing in a notebook under the table. Not wishing to embarrass him, she kept it quiet, but Mia noticed, to her chagrin.

“What are you writing, Alphonse?” she asked, eyes wide and curious.

“Oh! Um…” He sounded embarrassed. Riza opened her mouth to tell Mia to leave her questions for now, but Alphonse continued anyway. “It’s a journal I like to keep.”

“What’s in it?”

“Mia? Let’s leave questions for later, okay?” Riza told her gently.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Mus – I mean Riza,” Alphonse piped up. “Um, it’s a journal of all the food I’m going to eat when… I feel better.”

Mia was too young to understand that Alphonse had lost his entire body and Riza appreciated the teen stating he wasn’t eating because he didn't feel well, rather than revealing he had no mouth. Mia took it in her stride and nodded without further questioning.

“Brother tells me all the things that are particularly delicious, and I take a note of them in here, so I remember to try them when I get my body back,” Alphonse elaborated.

The table awed at his kind statement. Riza felt tears welling inside her eyes. Alphonse was incredibly sweet for saying it, and she was touched.

Roy squeezed her knee in comfort. “That’s lovely of you to say, Alphonse,” Roy told him.

“Yes,” Riza stuttered, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” Alphonse stated happily. “We’ll make sure to come back so I can try your food. If that’s all right, of course?”

Roy grinned and patted her knee again under the table.

“That would be lovely,” she smiled, blinking furiously. “Thank you.”

*          *          *

“Um, Mrs. Mustang?” a nervous voice asked as Riza washed the dishes in the sink. 

Turning, she saw Winry standing in the doorway.

“Hello, Winry. Is everything all right?”

She nodded. “Sorry, it just didn’t feel right to leave you to clean up by yourself.”

Riza chuckled. “That’s not a problem, Winry. You’re our guest. I wouldn’t ask you to wash dishes with me anyway.”

“Would you mind if I helped?”

“If you insist,” Riza smiled, handing her a dish towel. “I wouldn’t mind the company either.”

“I…” She trailed off, biting her lip as she took the towel from Riza’s outstretched hand.

Riza paused for a second, expectantly. Winry obviously wanted to ask her something, but couldn’t quite form the words. 

“Take your time, Winry,” Riza reassured her as she continued in her task. Soap suds were up to her elbows as she made her way through the mountain of plates they’d used at dinner.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead. I’m all ears.”

“Do you… worry about the Colonel a lot?”

“All the time,” Riza replied simply.

Winry nodded and Riza saw her swallow. “How do you deal with it?” Her voice was extremely quiet as she wiped the water off the plate and gently placed it on the counter.

Riza paused, cocking her head in thought. She wouldn’t lie to the girl and say it was easy, because sometimes it wasn’t.

“He’s in a position of power, and in the military. He could be called out to war at any moment, but I think I would worry about him all the time regardless of that fact.”

“What do you mean?”

“I love him,” Riza elaborated. “And when you love someone so much, you worry about them regardless of where they are in their life. Are they happy? Are they healthy? Are they doing okay? I feel the same way about Mia as well. I just want my family to be cared for and happy, so focus on that.”

Winry nodded, picking up another plate. She was silent as she absorbed Riza’s words. The two worked together quietly as Riza waited for Winry to move the conversation further.

“It’s hard,” the young girl whispered.

“I know,” Riza replied sympathetically.

“I… Sometimes I don’t even know where they are. The last I hear from them, they’re in East City, then a few days later they show up at my door, broken.” The plate hit the countertop harder than Winry intended, and the teen jumped. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered.

“Winry, it’s okay. Why don’t we have a seat?” Riza suggested gently. This was obviously not a conversation to be held over washing dishes.

Letting out a breath, Winry nodded in agreement.

In that same moment, Riza caught Roy walking through with two empty glasses in his hands. He opened his mouth to talk, but stopped when he saw Riza’s urgent glare. Behind Winry’s back, Riza motioned for him to stop and leave. Mouth parted in surprise, he spun on his heel and left the two of them alone.

“You worry about them a lot, don’t you?” Riza prompted once they were settled at the dining table.

Winry nodded. “They’re my best friends,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose them.”

Riza could more than sympathise with that.

“I don’t want to wake up one day and… find out they won’t be coming home.”

“I understand completely. I’m the same with Roy.” Riza eyed Winry carefully for a moment. “You love them, don’t you?”

Her face turned bright pink. “I - I - They’re my friends,” she stuttered.

Riza knew better. There was a deeper connection between the three of them. Perhaps it stemmed from what the brothers went through. Winry had revealed over dinner that she was an automail mechanic, and being Edward’s oldest friend it didn’t take Riza long to connect the dots. Winry had been the one to attach Edward’s automail. She’d seen him and Alphonse through their traumatic past and recovery.

“It’s never been easy,” Riza began, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “Especially with Roy in the military. I won’t lie and say it has been a breeze, because I do worry every time he leaves for work. However, I trust him. Even though I can’t be with him to make sure he’s all right, I trust him to look out for himself and I know that he has a solid team behind him. So do Edward and Alphonse. Remember that.”

“I’ll try… but…”

“It’s easier said than done, I know that. Do you feel helpless every time you see them struggling?” Winry’s head lifted, expression perking up. “Do you want to help, but don’t know how?”

“Yes,” she breathed earnestly. She looked delighted to have found someone who understood her.

“You gave Edward the ability to walk again, Winry,” Riza stated, sitting back in her chair with a smile. “You’ve helped them so much already.”

“You’re right,” she mumbled to herself.

“Even if you feel helpless, you just being there will help them,” Riza continued. “They might not thank you. They might not even think to. However, they will appreciate it and one day, they’ll realise how big a help you were to them.”

“Is that what you do for the Colonel?”

“I’ll always be there for him when he needs me. You might need to give them some time, but they’ll come when they need you. You just need to tell them that.”

“Right,” Winry nodded, determination in her voice.

“Sorry to interrupt, Lladies,” Roy announced quietly and sheepishly as he crept around the door. “Catalina is demanding more wine.” He shot Riza an apologetic look as he entered with the same two glasses. “And she’s right, Winry. I don’t know what I would do without her,” Roy grinned at his wife.

Riza snorted. “He can be so hopeless sometimes,” she whispered loudly to the teen. “It’s a wonder how he even gets by in life,” she winked.

Winry’s eyes widened considerably. Then she giggled. “I often think the same about Ed,” she admitted. “I’m glad he has Al beside him at least. That gives me some comfort at least.”

They laughed together then Roy took his leave. In passing he paused before Riza, pecking her cheek.

“Mia is asking for her Mama,” he announced. “She says she misses you.”

Winry let out an aw as Riza chuckled. “We won’t be long.”

Roy pecked her cheek then left the room with two glasses of wine.

Riza opened her mouth to suggest joining the rest of them, but she paused. Winry was fidgeting in her chair and it looked like she had some more questions for Riza.

“Did you ever think about following him?” she asked suddenly.

“I did,” Riza revealed. “Once.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, of course,” Winry gushed as an afterthought.

“You want to know why I didn’t?”

Winry nodded.

“Roy works towards making the world a better place and protecting the two brothers. He’s got a good team I trust to keep him on track. However, there’s someone I have to protect too. I have Mia,” she replied, then a slow smile spread across Riza’s face. “And another one on the way too.” She cupped her stomach gently, unable to stop the smile from spreading.

“Are you pregnant?” Winry asked.

Riza nodded. “Roy and I have another one on the way.”

“Oh, congratulations!” Winry cried excitedly.

“Thank you, Winry.”

“Thank you for this talk, Mrs. Mustang,” Winry breathed. She let out a long breath and Riza saw her shoulders sagging in relief, like a weight had been lifted.

“Anytime Winry,” she smiled fondly. “And it’s Riza, please.”

“Okay, Riza.” Winry’s grin was bright.

“And I mean it. If you ever need anything or want to chat, just give me a call.”

“I will, thank you!”

“Even if it’s to complain about how dumb the men in our lives are,” Riza winked. She laughed as Winry’s face turned scarlet and she coughed, but she still thanked Riza with a shy smile on her face.

[yoshifics]

Tagged by @silveranchor

Rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people

Here they come in no particular order,

Mu Qingfan (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

Xanxus (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Eliot (Leverage)

Desmond Miles (Assassin's Creed)

Toph Beifong (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Napoleon Solo (The Man From Uncle)

Temeraire (Temeraire)

Kimimaro (Naruto)

Lee Gilyoung (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Anyone who wants to do this can consider themself tagged!

[the-stray-liger]

1-10 since you wont do all 30 at once

kinda starting to wonder if I shouldn’t actually answer all 30 for you bc you’re the only ask I’ve gotten hm

1. first anime you ever watched

This one is super tough uhhh. Candy Candy I suppose? 

2. first anime crush

Mu from Saint Seiya. Or maybe Ailolia? IDK the Gold Saints were always so cool hhhh

3. favorite anime character

that’s a SUPER tough one but I suppose I can say Edward Elric! Ever since my teenage years I have really related to his dumb ass and even as an adult I still understand him very well and honestly FMA was so good to me, I can’t not think about him when I think about my faves.

Other close ones could be Lockon Stratos (the two of them bih), Miranda Lotto from D.Gray-man, D-Boy from Tekkaman Blade and maybe even Siegfried from Fate Apocrypha.

4. least favorite anime character

McGills from Iron Blooded Orphans he can go choke

5. list all anime you have ever watched

FAM I am 26 years old and I have been watching anime my entire life how you gonna ask me to do that if I cant remember what I had for breakfast

6. popular anime you didn’t like

I have tried twice watching Code Geass and never made it past the first episode... I also have never found interest in Madoka despite how many people talk to me about it. And deadass? K-On and Love Live, I can’t stand even looking at the art.

7. anime you are currently watching

I’m currently watching Hamatora and Gundam Seed Destiny!

8. anime character you are most like

Deadass, Edward Elric lmao? But I also really relate in a very deep level, for example Kamille Bidan, I see a lot of myself in him.

9. favorite anime child

points at Kamille Bidan

10. favorite anime animal sidekick

oof this one’s hard bc I love mascots but I don’t watch a lot of anime with actual animal sidekicks? are pokemon considered animal sidekicks? bc in that case maybe Togepi would be my answer-it seems kinda random bc he isn’t even my fav pokemon but I loved how much Misty fussed over him QvQ

[strawbrryrush]

𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 14 𝓯𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼!

hanna marin is going as barbie, her date is emily fields! ( i am open to more plots with her ) 

tifa lockhart is going in formal wear! open to a date and plots as well!

winry rockbell is going as an angel , her date is edward elric, open to more plots!

jinx is going as a clown/harlequin clown vibes, open to a date, and have plots with ekko & caitlyn.

ariel is going in formal wear, open to a date and plots!

mabel is going in “formal” wear  and their date is rafael and they’re open to plots!

richard gecko is going in formal wear and his date is jo, and hes open to plots, and has a plot with jo.

malcolm bright is going as a pirate and his date is dani, and i got a plot with dani and open to more!

jane is going in formal/gothic attire, and her date is reva! has plots with reva and jesse, open to more!!

( tw: knives ) faye is going in formal attire/bonnie & clyde vibes, her date is spike and she has plots with spike and is open to more!!

nami is going in formal attire and her not date is mu qing, she has plots with mu qing and is open to more pls!

elena gilbert is going as a nurse, and her date is spencer hastings, she has plots with bonnie bennett and is open to more!!

tanjiro kamado is going in formal attire and his ‘date’ is nezuko ( he needs to protect his lil sister ok ), and has plots with nezuko and is open to more!!

[kadet-pise]

Kniha se dostala k internetu a k anime. Poznamenalo ji to navždycky. Co jsou její oblíbené seriály? Tenhle týden si každý den jeden představíme.

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Fullmetal Alchymist

Abyste něco vytvořili, potřebujete něco jiného stejné hodnoty. To je pravidlo alchymie, vědy, která hraničí s magií. Edward Elric a jeho bratr Alphons jsou alchymisti. A když jejich matka umře, rozhodnou se porušit tabu alchymist�� a přivést ji zpět k životu. Rituál se nepovede, jejich těla jsou zničená a cíl obou bratrů teď je napravit to, co na sobě napáchali. Pro získání všech znalostí se připojí k armádě a začínají odhalovat jaké odpornosti se d��jí za zavřenými dveřmi.

U Fullmetal Alchemist se budete smát. A bulet. A smát. A bulet ještě víc.

Takhle postava je úžasná, že jo?

Ne, je mrtvá.

Haha, koukejte na toho skrčka, co se pořád vzteká. Ten je vtipný.

Je mu dvanáct a je státní voják.

Tyhle hrůzy by moje oblíbená postava přece nikdy neudělala!

Ale udělala.

Jé pejsek!

OMG NE PEJSEK NE!

Fullmetal Alchemist je hluboký vhled do duší lidí, kteří dělají chyby. Někteří je dělají z naivity, jiní z přesvědčení, a jiní jenom následují rozkazy. Je to příběh o touze po moci a kam až dokáží lidé zajít, aby ji získali. Je to příběh o rodině, která může být rozervaná na kusy v jediném dni.

Anime má malý problém, existují totiž dvě série. Doporučuju je obě, obě jsou skvělé. První dokončili ještě předtím, než skončila manga, takže se dost liší. Druhá série, Brotherhood, už mangu následuje správně, ale její začátek je hrozně uspěchaný právě proto, že je stejný, jako v té první, a tak nějak očekává, že už ho znáte.

„Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward. You've got two good legs. So get up and use them. You're strong enough to make your own path“

.

💊 O dracích a Sedmi

⚜️ O dracích a lidech

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Diverging Paths (12/31)

Summary: Xerxes falls and the only two survivors walk away from the dead city.

Homunculus is keen to make the most of the new human body he now wears, and he goes out into the world, still planning his ascension to godhood as he strips away his vices and turns them into homunculi.

Van Hohenheim believes he has become a monster, and he hides himself away, befriending the other abominations of the world, failed human transmutations doomed to agonising half-life without the intervention of a Philosopher’s Stone.

Years later, Homunculus meets Trisha Elric and sires two sons with her before vanishing into the night, whilst Hohenheim tries to foil his doppelgänger’s schemes.

Years after that, Edward and Alphonse Elric are caught up in the middle of it all…

A Father-Hohenheim role reversal switcheroo, following Mangahood’s main plot with elements of ‘03, based on the premise ‘what if Father was Ed and Al’s father and Hohenheim was the one hiding under Central?’

Rated: Teen

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Twelve

“Where have you been? Who are these people?”

Ed and Al were back in their hotel room a few blocks from Central Command with the colonel; after learning of Fu and Lan Fan’s current location safe in the doctor’s house, Ling had gone to check in with them. 

Whilst it was certainly amusing watching the colonel work himself into a state of near-apoplexy as he paced up and down the room, Ed thought that he should probably give some kind of explanation so that everyone was on the same page. Considering the vastness of the conspiracy that was going on around them just a couple of streets away in Central Command - at least Mustang had not questioned why they didn’t want to go back to his office and preferred to debrief him in a more neutral setting - it made sense for them to get as many people on side as possible, and leaving Mustang in the dark wouldn’t help. 

Ed launched into the explanation, trying to get through all the salient points as fast as possible, with Al adding in helpful interjections. By the time he’d finished, Mustang had stopped pacing and had sunk down heavily onto the sofa, looking as if he was about to pass out. 

“Right.” He seemed to regain conscious thought in that moment, leaning forward and resting his chin on his fists, staring into the middle distance with a furrowed brow. For a long time, he didn’t speak, but finally he addressed them. 

“Are you sure that this Hohenheim character can be trusted? And these homunculi who apparently aren’t related to the ones that attacked Hughes?”

“I was doubtful at first,” Ed admitted. “But when I think about it and put all the pieces together of everything that’s happened up until now, it does all fit, and I don’t think that he has any reason to lie to us.”

Mustang sighed. “It makes you wonder why he hasn’t come forward before. If he really has been hiding out under Central Command for all these years, watching and waiting as this vast conspiracy was put in place, why didn’t he do something sooner?”

Ed shrugged. “Who would he have told? He’s one guy with seven homunculi that we know of, going up against the entire Amestrian military for all he knows. I think it was the attack on Hughes that kind of spurred him on, and honestly, I don’t think that he would have got as involved as he had if Gluttony hadn’t eaten me and Ling and Patience hadn’t decided to take us into the catacombs to get Hohenheim to get us out. I think that all of them would have stayed in the shadows doing what they’ve been doing for probably hundreds of years. Now, though, our paths have crossed and he knows that he has allies on the surface that can help him bring down his doppelgänger.”

Our father, he thought to himself. He hadn’t gone into that aspect of the entire thing, not wanting to poke at that still-gaping wound and especially not wanting to give Mustang any kind of leverage in that respect.

“Would you be able to arrange a meeting with him?” Mustang asked. 

Ed grimaced. “I get the impression he doesn’t really do ‘outside’ much, and I don’t think that he’d want you to go to him, if that makes sense.”

“No offence,” Al added quickly. Ed just raised an eyebrow; he’d meant it with every offence.

“We could probably arrange a meeting with the other homunculi, though,” Al suggested. “They’d be able to pass the message on. One of them’s going to come by later to drop Ed’s things off. We could ask them then.”

Mustang nodded. “Yes. Please do. We can reconvene in the cabin where we convened before.”

“Considering everything that happened the last time we were there, including, you know, me being eaten, is that really wise?”

“No, but it’s the only place we’ve got where we can be sure of being away from military surveillance,” Mustang pointed out.

Ed grudgingly conceded the point; with the extent of the corruption in the military being completely unknown, they were rather limited in their resources. 

“Ok. We’ll see what the homunculi say.”

The meeting was adjourned and Mustang left them alone in the hotel room to await the arrival of Ed’s laundry. 

It was Patience who arrived, just after dark. Ed couldn’t decide if they’d spent too much time with Ling and therefore got the idea of entering the room via the window from him, or if it was a coincidence, but the fact that both of them arrived at the same time and not through the traditional method of the door was suspicious. 

“Well, it’s certainly worth a shot,” Patience said once they’d explained the situation and Mustang’s request. “I’m not sure exactly what we can add, but we’ll speak with him and pool our knowledge. I’ll get Tempe to come too. She’s the diplomatic one.”

They bounded out of the window again, off to go and make preparations, and Ed turned to Ling. 

“How’s Lan Fan?”

“She’s about as well as can be expected. The doctor’s looking after her, he says that she should be ok to move once her fever’s gone down. There’s not much more we can do until that happens.” Ling sighed. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Lan Fan made that choice, but I still keep expecting Fu to be mad at me for letting it happen. I know that they’re my bodyguards, not the other way around, but they’re still my people, and as Emperor it would be my duty to protect them.”

Ed couldn’t really help with Ling’s crisis in that regard; he had no idea what to say that would reassure him or comfort him.

“Lan Fan made the choice,” Al said. “It’s like you said. She knew what she was doing. And it’s ok to feel horrible that she made that choice, but you shouldn’t feel guilty about it. It wasn’t your choice, so you don’t have to feel guilty about it.” He looked over to Ed. “It’s a little like when I lost my body when we performed the human transmutation. Ed felt guilty about me losing my body for a long, long time, but it was my choice to perform the human transmutation with him. There was nothing for him to feel guilty over, and I know that Lan Fan would say the same thing about your situation if she were here. I don’t blame Ed, and she wouldn’t blame you.”

Ling gave a wan smile. “Thanks, Al.” He sighed and straightened up. “Well, I guess we should be making tracks to meet up with the others at the cabin. I wonder what Mustang can tell us?”

“Who knows? But Ling…” Ed paused. “You know, I do know a really fantastic automail engineer down in Rush Valley who could make Lan Fan a new arm.”

Ling gave a sudden laugh. “You know, I had completely forgotten about Winry. Thank you, I’ll see what Fu and Lan Fan say.”

Like Patience, he hopped out of the window and off into the night, and Al sighed.

“Do you think we can get anyone to use the door like a normal person?”

X

The convention at the cabin proved useful; although it did not really tell them a lot more than they already knew, apart from confirming that Lust was indeed deceased at the colonel’s hand, and that Hawkeye was currently in the hospital recovering from that encounter, it at least made sure that everyone had the same information. Mustang had left soon after the briefing had finished, but the others had stayed a little longer so as not to attract too much attention to themselves. Al wasn’t surprised that Ed had fallen asleep. 

Al didn’t intend to eavesdrop, not really, but he couldn’t help that he could hear what Tempe and Ling were saying in the other room. People tended to forget that he didn’t sleep at all, let alone on the same schedule that Ed did, and he didn’t think that Tempe and Ling were talking about anything private. 

“I don’t claim to know a lot about homunculi, and I know I’ll be hard-pressed to get one to take back to Xing with me,” Ling was saying, “but I am still intrigued about how you all came to be. A homunculus is an artificially created human with a Philosopher’s Stone at the core. I can gather that much, but how are you created?” There was a long pause. “If that’s not an insensitive question.”

“It’s not insensitive, and I don’t mind talking about it,” Tempe said. “It happened long enough ago that there’s no kind of trauma there. It’s just that it’s a complicated answer. There are two groups of homunculi involved in this grand story. Those of us who were created by Hohenheim are created differently to those who were created by the one they call Father. Their creation is simple - he uses his own Philosopher’s Stone and alchemy to create a brand new homunculus from scratch; they are all parts of him, in a way.”

“I see. That makes a gruesome kind of sense, in a way. And you and your family?”

“Hohenheim didn’t create us, but he did give us life. We were created by other alchemists, the side effect of transmutations that went… wrong.”

“Human transmutation, you mean?”

“Yes.”

If Al had had a beating heart inside his armour, it would have stopped right there and then, and he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him. He hoped that Tempe and Ling hadn’t heard it. They didn’t seem to. 

“Human transmutation is impossible,” Tempe continued, “in that it’s always doomed to fail. You can’t bring someone back from the dead, at least, not without a Philosopher’s Stone, and even then, you need to know how to use it properly. The equivalent exchange needed to pull a human soul out of the afterlife and put it back into a body is at least another human soul, but it’s more complicated than that. I don’t know the mechanics. I’m not an alchemist. All I know is that an alchemist tried to bring me back. They had the ingredients for a human body, they had a link to my soul, and they tried to put all the pieces together, but they failed. I had a body - not that it could really be called a human body, it was just a mish-mash of parts at that point - and my soul was inside it. But I wasn’t alive. Not really.”

“And Hohenheim gave you life?”

“Yes. He gave me the Philosopher’s Stone that gives me life from his own blood. All of us: Humility, Chary, Pasha, Dili, Chastity, Patience and me. We were failed transmutations once, and Hohenheim rescued us and took us in.”

“I see.” 

There was a long silence, but Al didn’t take any notice of how long it dragged on. 

Mom. They had tried to bring Mom back and it had failed. They’d had all of the ingredients of a human body, they had a link to her soul, they had tried to put the pieces together… He thought of the abomination on the cellar floor, a twisted mass of bones and flesh. That was Mom. Her soul was inside it. And she wasn’t alive, but she wasn’t really dead either… What if she was still there? Buried and rotting but with her soul still inside her makeshift body…

Ling was speaking again. 

“So there could be more of you out there?”

“I’m sure that there are more failed transmutations out there. But homunculi like us? I doubt it. Not unless there’s someone else like Hohenheim out there. He doesn’t always get to people in time.”

Al was frozen in place with horror. Mom.

“So what happened to the people who tried to bring you back?” Ling asked. 

“We don’t know.” Patience was the one to speak this time; Al had almost forgotten that they were there at all. They sounded sad, so quiet and far from their usual self. “We don’t remember our first lives. We know that we had them, and we know that we were loved enough in them for someone to want to bring us back, but we don’t know who those people were.”

Al didn’t know if that made it better or worse. Mom might still be out there as a homunculus, but she wouldn’t remember who they were. She wouldn’t remember that she was their mom. She wouldn’t remember anything.

In the other room, the conversation seemed to have come to a close, and the cabin fell into silence for a long time. Al did not dare to move and break it, and he didn’t think that he could have done even if he had wanted to, still paralysed by the implications of everything that he had just heard. 

It was light by the time Ed woke the next morning, and as soon as he was compos mentis again, his brow furrowed, picking up on Al’s distress even though Al himself hadn’t spoken or moved.

“Al? What’s wrong?”

It took Al several attempts to make the words come out as he explained everything that he had overheard between Patience, Tempe and Ling overnight. For a long time, Ed said nothing, just staring into the middle distance, but the expression on his face said it all, the same horror that Al was feeling. They did that to Mom. She might be trapped in that half-life, half-death, or she might, just maybe, have been rescued by Hohenheim and become a homunculus. 

Eventually, he chanced to speak.

“Ed? I think we ought to go back to Hohenheim and ask him about Mom. I mean, at least we would know either way, right?”

“I guess…” Ed didn’t seem so convinced. “But what if it turns out he didn’t get to her in time and she’s trapped in that body and suffering?”

“There might still be something that he could do,” Al pressed. “I can’t take not knowing.”

After another long silence, Ed nodded, setting his features into a grim mask of determination. 

“Ok. Let’s go and see what he says.”

[shouxryuuxha]

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG. post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same.  ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. Feel free to go over ten, too. )

Tagged by:  @tcssaiga​ [they iight LOL] Tagging:  @ryuuseiken​ @habibinoor​ @siberianxbreak​ @godhated​ @shikcn​ @seijoki​ & you (cause I’m drawing blanks) !

Currently Playing:

Dragon no Shiryu (Saint Seiya)

Kai Hiwatari (Bakuten Shoot! Beyblade [semi-hiatus)

Sir Integra Fairbook Wingates Hellsing

Have Played/Might Bring Back [oh lord have mercy]:

Yusuke Urameshi [YYH]

Duo Maxwell [Mobile Suit: Gundam Wing]

Yoh Asakura [Shaman King]

Pharoah Atem [Yu-Gi-Oh]

Ryo Sanada [Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers]

Kagome Higurashi [Inyasha]

Sha Gojyo [Saiyuki]

Carmen Sandiego [Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?]

Raichu [Pokemon]

Shigure Sohma [Fruits Basket]

Aries no Mu [Saint Seiya]

Aquila no Marin [Saint Seiya]

Pluto [Kuroshitsuji]

Grell Sutcliffe [Kuroshitsuji]

Hana Song/D.Va [Overwatch]

Shizuru Kuwabara [YYH]

Toph Bei Fong [Avatar]

Breakdown [Transformers]

Jon Snow [Game of Thrones]

Legolas Thranduilion [Lord of the Rings]

Anarchy Stocking [Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt]

Cye Mouri [Ronin Warriors/Samurai Trooper]

Arsene Lupin III [Lupin III]

Louis de Pointe du Lac [Interview with a Vampire]

Naruto Uzumaki [Naruto]

Kakashi Hatake [Naruto]

Haruji Fujioka [Ouran High School Host Club]

Takashi Morinozuka [Ouran High School Host Club]

Kiba [Wolfs Rain]

Tsume [Wolfs Rain]

Ritsuka Aoyagi [Loveless]

Zack Fair [Crisis Core]

Reno [Final Fantasy]

Aerith [Final Fantasy]

Various OCS

Ami Mizuno [PGSM]

Jonochi Katsuya/Joey Wheeler [Yu-Gi-Oh]

Morrigan [Darkstalkers]

Sima Yi [Dynasty Warriors]

Edward Elric [Fullmetal Alchemist]

Riza Hawkeye [Fullmetal Alchemist]

Want to Play:

Tsume [Wolfs rain---OFFERS MY FUCKING HEART]

Ryo Sanada [Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers]

Sherlock Holmes [Sherlock]

[emmysmith]

Thank you for this tag @super-peace-fangirl 😊💕💕👍

Rules : Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms then tag 10 people

1) Erwin Smith from Shingeki no kyogin

2) Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherwood

3) L from Death Note

4) kise from Kuroko no Basuke

5) Violet Evergarden from Violet Evergarden

6) Yona from Akatsuki no Yona

7) Aoi Kunieda from Beelzebub

8) Virgo no Shaka from Saint Seiya Soul of Gold

9) Aries no Mu from Saint Seiya Soul of Gold

10) Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura

I'm going to tag @anime-cloud @her-majestys-watchdog @dualvoidanima @catchymemes @mirayama @kisu-no-hi @ushidoshi @ruinedchildhood @erensjaegerbombs @immanime @omghotmemes

Thank you @aspoonofsugar for tagging me ❤ This is fun to do 😊

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

1) Levi Ackerman (Shingeki no Kyojin)

2) Violet (Violet Evergarden)

3) Ash Lynx (Banana Fish)

4) Johan Liebert (Monster)

5) L (Death Note)

6) Victor Nikiforov (Yuri!!! On Ice)

7) Yusuki Seo (Monthly girls' Nozaki-kun)

8) Ritsu Tainaka (K-ON)

9) Red blood cell (Hataraku Saibou)

10) Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs)

I'm tagging @silth @attackonleviheichou @hmz92 @imikhey @momtaku @lostcauses-noregrets @emmysmith @micia08 @randomselfconsciousperson @thedyingmoon and whoever else wants to do it.