#ebshellhole

[alchemic-elric]

Awkwardly nudging a small folded piece of paper across the table, Mika glanced downwards. “It’s, uh, it’s nothing special.” Once unfolded, the paper showed a drawing of Edward, Mika and Alphonse all together. They were all grinning, which was more than what could be said for Mika’s own uncomfortable expression. “I’ve never really done drawing before, so it’s probably bad. But happy birthday, Ed.”

“This is great Mika. I think I shall hang up in my room, above my desk. I’ll hafta make a frame for it. We all start somewhere Mika n’ it’s the thought that counts.” He sound ruffling his hand through the other’s hair. “You made this just fer me, so it’s special. Thank you.” 

[kazeofthemagun]

🌈 for asonswrath? This seems neat-

Your Soil

@asonswrath

“Ah, so you wish to know the color your spirit would manifest… Fair enough. Give me your palm. A simple touch is all that is needed.”

The Soil of Michael

“The paper-thin line between life and death, Searing Canvas White.”

Rarity: ★★★★★★★★★☆  (9/10)

Compatibility: Asura, Bahamut

Description: What a horrible, horrible, beautiful soul - Like a supernova concealed beneath skin. It shifts, it toils; Extending in every direction almost as if craving everything it could never have. Tendrils of living sand pressed like tiny palms against cold glass - to a trained Soil Adherent’s eye - a spirit of terrible, gaping longing. It leaves even a veteran mage’s mouth agape - but not his. For the Wind bears a very similar soul, indeed. A soul which should never have been, yet is. A sin against nature, perhaps? Who gave them the right to tinker with life? Who corroded the innocence of the jewel that was once the soul of a child? The color of it - long lost, bleached and erased. What remains beneath the searing white, the searing hate and wrath and pain and damage - the reaching limbs of a void eager to reclaim what was never meant to see daylight. The tendrils of a void that coos for its failed child to come home. But the defiance forged in the blinding light and boundless dark will forever fight for what it was denied. And is it not that very fighting spirit that makes this soul so very distinctly human...? What, then, if not that brilliant duality of sin and love?

Kaze’s comment: “Kid?” The single word hung as a question, the unreadable face of the gunmage for once betraying worry. No, not worry - pity, then? Never, not out of the respect he felt for the creature he saw before him. No, that child needed no pity, for it was not a failure. Slowly he extended his human hand, reaching for the other’s shoulder almost in reverence of the bleached spirit. If Wrath let him - if he did - and the Wind’s hand could touch the other’s body - that brief moment would have their spirits resonate and tell Wrath he was not alone. There were others with souls as searing as his.

“I see how strange it all may seem to you. To some, the white is their own. To some, it was once a vibrant soul twisted by mourning. And then. There are people who were reforged like us. You bear within the spirits of innumerable others, innumerable sacrifices, all with their own lost hopes and dreams. All of those souls - if you take enough of them, you would see every color appear - every shade, for all are unique even if we sometimes cannot tell the difference. Now, tell me, child - what do you get if you see the rainbow as a liquid, strip it from the sky and pour it down into a pot? When you take it in its glory and mix it together like stew? ...Yes, all colors come together to form pure white. The spectrum converges inside you, as their lives had. I see now the meaning of your... name. Those lost dreams, denied, they morphed into wrath and stained what was once you. Twisted through such unnatural means - have you seen your own death, child? Have you truly been to the other side...? I myself am hardly human anymore. If you wonder what allows me to see your spirit so clearly - this demon of mine, the machine called Magun - it processes souls to invoke summoned creatures, and keeps their vestiges for generations. All of the rainbow, all the magic present in countless prior wielders, countless prior sacrifices? ...You can see it now, I trust. How alike we are. How alike, indeed. Go and cherish this life for their sake, then. Like a forest that was cut down to grant you paper for this canvas - it may be blank, so what? Paint on it. Use your new limbs and paint. The gravest sin you could commit would be to waste this existence. I assure you. You have a place in this world. I trust that you have... found it. Cherish it and never look back.”

[agoosethatlikestoast]

Wrath has the ability to fight this goose, and will if the situation calls for it. Do not test his edgy ass. (asonswrath)

George squawks loudly. He will fight the person. Is not friend. Did not give him bread. ��

[indomitableicequeen]

⛸, just pretend I sent this on @automailandguilt bc I can’t change it- It’s a wee bit unlikely that Ed and Olivier would ice skate together but it’d be nice,,

SEND ME A ⛸️ FOR OUR MUSES TO GO ICE SKATING TOGETHER! @automailandguilt ((Sorry this took so long!))

Living in a land of ice and snow often meant that people developed different tactics for getting through life then most people further south ever thought about. Those different tactics doubled when you included combat and survival training. But as far as Olivier Mira Armstrong was concerned, they were necessary tactics for surviving life up here. When there were new soldier assigned to Briggs, they were immediately put through the training. This included training in sustaining warmth, watching weather patterns, finding food and water, knowing the terrain, what to do in the event of an avalanche or falling through ice, and travel through or over snow and ice. The last catagory included things such as snowshoes, skiing and ice skating.

And although few people knew it--at least until after they were stationed at Briggs and went through the training--Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong was an unparalleled skater. And when she said that she wanted all people staying in her fort to go through this training, she meant all.

There was a frozen pond within sight of the fort, too small to be called a lake, yet big enough to do training on, and the right size to freeze over regularly. She was currently standing on it, ice skates on, arms crossed, and staring down at Edward Elric.

“Normally I’d wait until Buccaneer’s next training class, but something tells me you’re going to need to know this before then.” she said. “Tell me, Fullmetal. Have you ever been ice skating before?”

[auricbound]

🥇🥇🥇!

waaahhh thank you so much !!!! im enjoying writing my boy so much ,,,

[gcnedark]

❝ (getblammed)

😏

[habits-white-rabbit]

*pew pew pew* git fucked midget

To quote My Immortal.

*insert Sam O'Nella clearing his throat*

And den………………. I jumped secxily in front of da bullet!11

[ground-muttmeg]

🐌 *cackles with questionable intent*

“A secret about Bee?” Alfons hummed as he thought for a moment. “Oh, here’s one, I guess—their family doesn’t know this, but a while ago they secretly took the screen off their bedroom window and hid it in the garage so they could sneak out on the roof at night and look at the stars.”

He chuckled. “She’s been too chicken to actually do it yet, but it’ll happen eventually. That’s what she says, anyway.”

[avarice-inclined]

“you okay?” (asonswrath)

“I’m fine, kid. Air is nice up here, is all. What about you, what’s a shrimp like you doin’ up so late still? Ain’t your parents worried?”

@asonswrath

[shiryonsheli]

Could we see Al’s prized possessions, if he has any?

@ebshellhole​ | headcanons asks 

al isn’t, and has never been, a particularly materialistic person. as a traveler, he also can’t afford to be. he has some books and photos he saved from their house before burning it down that he graciously keeps with pinako. he has what’s in his pockets and that’s about it. 

his most prized possessions are the indents, scratches, and mars on his armor. the armor itself represents failure and heartbreak to him, but when he looks at how it’s busted up, it feels him with determination; he went from being a shiny, clean, helpless decoration in the basement to someone who has come a long way from home to try and fix his mistake. they remind him of every scar edward’s received and ever battle they’ve fought to try and right their wrong. 

[dragontamer05]

asonswrath for the URL thing?

Send me your URL & I’ll do the following

Thoughts on the character: Very interesting

Have you interacted before: As in before recently no- only started interacting with them as of recently but it’s been enjoyable.

Favorite part of portrayal: Idk. i just like it. It’s a unique character

One piece of advice: ??? Don’t come to me for advice??? (Mostly joking while I admit I may not be the best person if there’s any questions/help things you want to here my thoughts or advice on pls don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll do my best to help.

- I guess just don’t be afraid to share ideas and reach out.

A verse (mine or theirs) I want a thread in: Nothing specfic at the moment - although ALL THE AUS. Always up for em

Thoughts on the mun: Good person go say hi to em.

[alchemic-elric]

Mika’s got Ed some food from a shop in town. Chips, kebabs, the like. He doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t want it, but it’s there.

There is a mass of blankets piled high on his bed, and it’s shifting around as a nose sniffs at the air. A hand reaches out from the pile of comforters until it finds the chips that were brought to him. There are no words as they’re pulled into his fortress of fabric to be worked on - slowly.  

He looks and feels miserable.  

He’s setting up now. No eye contact, with both his hair and a blanket wrapping around his shoulders. Slowly he works on the chips, only pausing to reach for his bottle of lava   and drink a bit more. It’s a step in the right direction. Kebabs are next and it’s the first time in his life he’s ever felt guilt for eating one of his favorite street foods.  

He’s not mute as he was the day prior but he may as well be. He can’t bring himself to talk, in fact he’s placing his flat right hand to his chin and folding it downward until it’s palm up. 

[ Thank You ]  he signs before he goes back to slowly snacking on what’s been brought to him. 

[goodboydolcetto]

I can't find the emoji oh god- Can we get Dol's thoughts on Ed with the star thing? I know we haven't interacted IC yet but meh-

How Dol would feel

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[lil-kissy]

👄 + Wrath?

Send "👄 + a character's name/url", to hear my muse's opinion on them.

“He stheems a little scary but he’s actually really nice. He doesn’t tease me or pull my hair. He even likes Blue. An he’s always teaching me stuff like what’s good to eat, an showing me the differerent animalsth.” Sure he was a little odd but so was she so it worked out.

“Wrath’s the bestest.”

@asonswrath

[indomitableicequeen]

(If that symbol ask is still open-) ☃ (@asonswrath)

☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. @asonswrath

There was a child here.

A child, in the snow.

A child, here, in the snow, without any sort of warm clothing.

This was not a normal occurrence.

Olivier stared at the child for a few moments, evaluating it. It had a wild edge to it, but it didn’t seem wholly uncivilized. It was small, but there was an underlying fierceness to it, somehow. It brought to mind the stories she had read about feral children, although perhaps not to that degree.

What was it doing here?

Still, unusual or not, it didn’t seem to be a direct threat at the moment, so she slid out of her heavy winter coat and dropped it on the child. A child was a child, unless it was of age to choose to make adult decisions, and therefor was one of the vulnerable that should be protected. That was a moral that had been passed down the Armstrong Family line for generations.

“What’s your name, child, and why are you here?”

[young-lord]

Not sure if that colour starter meme is still open, but how about purple? Some good stupid antics with the angy alchemist and his dumb prince-y friend. (Automailandguilt)

purple for a silly starter

“Hey, hey, hey Ed, pay attention, this is gonna be great, I promise!” Ling is grinning, no, perhaps leering was the proper word. Gleeful leering, sure, but it was leering nonetheless. Ling is not oblivious to this fact, but he chooses to ignore it in favor of taking in the look of ‘this better be good’ that his friend had written on his face.

“I booby-trapped the Colonel’s desk! Mei taught me a little bit of alkahestry so, naturally, I’m using it for devious purposes.”

@automailandguilt