#alchemic elric

[justaradioguy]

@alchemic-elric is receiving kain's opinions -> 🌟 🌟

The sergeant mutes his microphone, smiling warmly at the question. He can take a break from what he's doing, no problem - he loves talking about people he cares about.

"Oh, the Elrics? I'd love to talk about them. A lot of people feel the same way, but... well, they don't usually share my same opinions. Anyway, Ed and Al are both great kids and extremely intelligent, but beyond that, there's a lot more to say."

"Alphonse is a lot like me. He's very kind and very open about being kind, which isn't a trait shared by his brother, since Ed tries to keep his kindness on the down-low most of the time. Al has my same love for animals and it's obvious to me that he cares fiercely about other people. I love talking to him. On the flip side, he's... dealing with a lot, and he won't burden anyone with it. That scares me. There've been some nights where, after I hadn't seen him for a while, I wondered if he were out there feeling all alone. He has Ed, and the Colonel, and all of the rest of our team too, but... even then, I'm scared that he feels othered and isolated, I guess. He works so hard to make everyone around him feel better than when he found them that it makes me worry about whether or not he's looking after himself too. I wish I could sit with him sometime and have him be honest. I want to help him as much as he wants to help other people."

"Edward is commonly misunderstood. Some people tend to forget he's a kid, so they put a lot of pressure on him that I don't think they should. There's an equal number of people who think he's totally incompetent, which is just plain stupid of them if you ask me. Both of those groups treat him horribly, and then they wonder why he's so angry. He's a sixteen year old kid who deserves so much better. He deserves to be spoken to better. He deserves to think about himself better. He feels awful and he's, unfortunately, going to carry his mistakes around for the rest of his life because that's just the kind of person Ed is. I wish people would stop making him feel worse by antagonizing him. Maybe if people started talking about his good traits instead of messing with him about things out of his control, they'd have a better experience interacting with him. He's smart, he's great at alchemy and fighting, he's got a lot to say, he's kind, and he's loyal. He's great at cooking. He has a neat sense of style. Really, try talking to him instead of bullying him. He's cool if you give him a chance."

"And... finally, I hope they both realize I'm on their side. I'd lay down my life without a second thought if it'd make things better for them, and I'll defend them whenever I can. They're so incredibly loved."

#picking up the phone ;; asks #alchemic elric #he loves these two so much #he can and will bite the next person who insults ed

[dragonofthestone]

♛ - formal outfit

[I may try to draw this but in case I never do -]

Formal clothes were never something he wore much even back home that said, despite its reputation for being seedy Greed does hold a standard. Especially if/when he ends up entertaining a more important clientele then what normally comes through

So when the occasions arises for more formal attire equal parts nice and functional and of course comfort;

Tim wears a well fitted white shirt with a pair of black sleeve garters that he'll use sometimes when he rolls up his sleeves to play

Over top is a suit vest, typically one of a solid Blue but he also has another more detailed teal vest, that with the right lighting or look has an almost scale like pattern. [The boss sure does have a sense of humour]

[maybe?]

That is assuming he doesn't have on a lengthy coat of dark blue-purple to hide his tail, around his neck a short but nice scarf for warmth on colder days but also to obscure his part of his face - better safe then sorry.

Arguably the most expensive and valued are his black custom leather gloves, purposefully made a few sizes bigger than what he'd normally need to accommodate for his unique situation without drawing to much attention and still allowing enough freedom of movement. The inside is thinly lined with a soft fur. Surprisingly comfortable even on warmer days

He has no idea how much these cost to make or how Greed managed to get them and he's not gonna ask.

Like most of his clothes his pants too were custom to accommodate for his tail- but also his short stature, not easy finding clothes for his height tail or not.

He's generally not one to wear a tie, fumbling to get it tied and when on is usually crooked so is happy to do with out. On a personal level Timaeus simply can't stand the feel of something that close around his neck, like a collar. Feels restrained, uncomfortable. If he does/has to, it's a simple straight neck tie that goes with his vest and it will be worn loosely hanging off to the side.

Shoes aren't anything special or unique, usual dark dress shoes. Which if he can get away with it, will absolutely wear barefoot.

[ @alchemic-elric ]

#keep it secret: ask #oooh thank you twas fun #alchemic elric #part of what's stopping me from drawing is the detail imagine parts like his vest having asf #muses of kira

[lil-kissy]

"Can I have cake?"

#dash commentary #alchemic elric #she heard cake #does smol get a treat?

[scribefindegil]

i’ve decided that post-canon Ed and Winry keep a little flock of chickens and it’s mostly a bunch of sweet hens that they and the kids dote on, but they also have a tiny yellow bantam rooster which Ed is in a FEUD with. they are NEMESES. this creature keeps escaping from the run and getting into things he shouldn’t and pecking at Ed’s ankles every chance he gets. the kids love him and ‘accidentally’ let him into the house where he causes utter chaos. Ed insists this is the most vile creature in the world. but of course everyone else who sees their altercations is just like “Ah. He has found a kindred spirit.”

#was contemplating a fic last night #for my 'Ed develops chronic fatigue as a result of that one time he used his own life energy as a power source' headcanon #but got very sidetracked thinking about chickens #they all have names that are either very specific mechanical engineering terms or elements/alchemical compounds #they call the rooster Pete but it's short for 'Saltpeter' #Ed did not think he was going to get attached to the chickens because he's not an Animal Person the way Al is #but in true dad-who-insisted-he-didn't-want-a-pet fashion it takes him like two weeks to become utterly smitten #fusses over 'the girls' and brings them the *good* weeds from other parts of the yard #has been seen chasing predators away from the coop brandishing a frying pan #has to go sit with them for a bit in the morning when he lets them out #(until the rooster attacks him) #gives effusive speeches about how marvelous it is that eggs exist #Winry finds it all deeply amusing #i'm not very fandom about this show i mostly just point at it and go 'wow! a good story!' #but this is what matters to me i guess #Edward Elric has chronic fatigue and chickens #fma

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Fullmetal Alchemist (2001)

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fma #fmab #fma roy #fma manga #fma alphonse #fma brotherhood #fma edward #edward elric #al elric #alchemy #alchemical symbols #sun #moon #soul #alphonse elric #aesthetic #illustration #art #culture #manga #anime #80s anime #90s anime #aesthetics #manga icons #retro #dream #manga art

[terroreigns]

Continued from [ X ]

...Well, now that was quite the unfortunate development.

The magician could only watch as the crevice in spacetime swallowed up the younger of the boys, screams cut short as his body was warped to an entirely different location. A twitch of gloved fingers signified an action withheld; The facade was firmly in place. For now, at least. A shift of displeasure somewhere within their very core, the deity of the wretched place known as Wonderland entirely unhappy about the setback.

"Told you so..." The man in dark sea-green muttered in dull monotone that somehow still conveyed irritation. The woman, who had since dismounted, elbowed him in the ribs and shook her head.

The remaining alchemist boy was frantic, gaze of gilded orbs darting between the ground and his candyfloss savior, latching onto their closest arm in open terror. The Troupemaster's brows angled in concern, before gloved hands seized the youth's shoulders and their posture stooped to bring their (already quite similar) heights closer together.

"Look, I'm going to need you to calm down now, as outrageous a request as that probably sounds like." The pink-haired man (or, at least, a being of a notably ambiguously gendered visage) spoke with a firm and grounding gentleness. Their voice was soft and smooth as silk, almost too flawless a tune to belong to a human. Then again, was anyone even human around these parts...? Wonderland had a tendency to gleefully disagree.

Familiarity was the kind of luxury not easily afforded in a puzzle of worlds, after all. And now, the boy's sole kin was whisked away between the cracks.

"I'll help you. I promise I will. But for now, we have to get out of here, lest we share his fate and get scattered every which way. Not a fan of that personally, as I'm sure you would agree. Come!"

The magician's hand found one of metal; A reminder of the child's part machine identity. Whatever had happened to render his limbs of flesh away from him...? A question that begged for an answer, but the being of Wonderland knew well not to inquire too hastily.

Almost as if on cue, a thin line crisscrossed the ground where Edward had stood just moments prior, snaking and writhing as reality itself struggled in vain to regain shape. The entire sector was unstable due to the influence of the great shattered beast, the Mind of which was now yelling for them to run as a handwatch clicked all over again, enveloping the merry band and the boy alike in a bubble of accelerated spacetime.

"Wow! Talk about immediately relevant foreshadowing!~" The person in pink giggled with a not insignificant degree of nervousness.

"Quickly! The connexon..!" The plantlike woman called out, a motion of her parasol causing vines to emerge from the soil and climb upwards rapidly, forming an improvised bridge that led back to the overlooking cliff.

There was another rift, far more stable than the flickering and spreading ones left below. This time, it led seamlessly to some strange black and red dimension, the ground beneath giving way to a smooth crimson surface.

It was only then that the group finally stopped running, the sound of panting and the occasional cuss overtaking the otherwise perfect silence of this strange inbetween. Were the boy to look over his shoulder, he would be met with the warped image of the sunless realm of fungi, quivering like the surface of a disturbed pond before it flickered out altogether, leaving a gaping chasm of nothingness where there once was land.

Like a wound upon the world, leading straight out into the depths of space. Somehow, physics seemed not to mind the sudden window into the vacuum. The particles of air were thankfully not too keen on being violently sucked out and taking everyone else with them. Now that would be quite the unsatisfying conclusion to the renowned Fullmetal's story.

"Wow, I sure am glad we're not dead!" the magician recovered their breath and promptly announced, in a tone far too perky for the situation at hand.

All was well that ended well - or so the rumors said.

#punts Ana at you #alchemic-elric #from the shadows ♦ ic #arc ♦ amestris no more #thread ♦ hour of the rabbit

[musesofthemoon]

@alchemic-elric || 🕯️ The Twins and Alphonse

Inner Thoughts | Accepting

"I get how he talks about finding his brother... If Yu went missing one day, I don't think I'd ever stop looking for him-"

"I wonder what world he comes from, that someone could just become a suit of armor... I wonder how it makes him feel though, I wonder what it's like."

"Would he be willing to give me a piggyback ride? Is that a weird thing to ask?"

"I'm glad he didn't get too mad at Chobi for what he did... I wonder if he likes animals too-"

"I wonder if anyone else from this guy's world is here. Maybe then we could learn about it, at least if they're willing to tell us about it-"

"I hope I'm wrong, but I have a bad feeling about who took Al's brother... It's the same feeling that brought us to Wonderland in the first place, though... I hope nothing bad is going to happen, I hope we find Kaze and Kumo soon-"

#ai - ic #ai - answers #yu - ic #yu - answers #alchemic-elric #these got tangential so fast i'm so sorry oof

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[ @alchemic-elric​ ]

"Fuck they  're right. Ya do learn sum'hin' ev'ry day. Didn't know ya like listenin' ta the sound'a yer own voice but 'ere we 're.  You're only rippin' on m'fashion sense 'coz ya know you ain't got what it takes ta work it.  You don't spoutin' bullshit? 're we jus' gunna hafta wade through the crap all day? I ain't the one runnin'round totin' the other's name 'ere Tringham. You c'n jus' say yer fuckin' jealous."

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“Oh, I’m jealous? Oh hell, that would be the first I’m hearing of it. But then again, you know what they say about people in glass houses...”

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #[ icarus // alchemic-elric ] #'' doing drugs by yourself is fun but with friends it's so much better '' [ crack ] #[ thread: he's me i'm him ] #// it's like watching a couple of cats batting at each other before the slappening happens #// presidential alert: the gays are fightingggg

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

Tired sigh.

“ Just another Wednesday night in Amestris. ”

#you would be angry too.{ic | anger} #little talks.{dash comm.} #alchemic-elric

[regnantlight]

@alchemic-elric​ sent: 💞

Send 💞 and I’ll mark which dynamic duo from the stereotypes below our muses are.

These two, for sure! 

But also, honorary mention for on-lookers who assume they’re a couple HAHA

#alchemic-elric #((I would like you to know that Zelda suddenly started making Grabby Hands for Edward)) #((she misses her friend ;-;))

[madalchcmist]

@alchemic-elric​ asked: 🎁

Wrapped. | Accepting! | 88: Father’s Lament ; Poor Man’s Poison

“ They won’t tell you that I tried—I try every day of my life. ”

#goodbye Mr. A.{ic.} #when everything goes dark.{bh.} #the final say.{asks.} #alchemic-elric #//hOOOO this one's a heavy hitter #//and oddly appropriate . oof #but here was a man mourning tomorrow.{queue.}

[tossawary]

I like the "settle down, get married, have kids" ending for Ed in "Fullmetal Alchemist" because it suits the themes and the character arcs well. But also because there's still plenty of room for adventure beyond the joys of a simple life (it is fun to imagine Ed picking up a million homesteading-related hobbies with all his usual competitive spirit); Winry has a thriving career! She and Ed can travel around the country, visit people, and probably even visit Xing before kids or when their kids are old enough for travel.

But I also like it fine because I feel 100% certain that Edward Elric would not have children unless he was 100% certain that he wanted them and was ready to be a good dad. He would not bring life into this world recklessly. I feel like he would have asked himself, "Is there any chance I might be a deadbeat dad?" and that he was absolutely ruthless with his analysis of his character, like, to the degree that it quickly stopped being funny or embarrassing and started being sad. He'd try and get his own Riza Hawkeye about this: "If it ever looks like I'm being a shitty father or husband, I need you to kill me," he says, sleep-deprived and panicking, and Alphonse can only be like, "Brother... No..."

Also, I feel like we shouldn't leave Winry out of this. This woman is driven and successful and was orphaned because her parents left her for a good cause. She and Ed would sit their asses down and have an excruciatingly thorough and detailed conversation about parenthood and their future. I could buy an AU where they mutually decided to be childfree, sure, but I cannot be fully convinced that they as a team would be reckless about children and parenthood.

I'm sure they'd make mistakes, of course, as all parents do. (I also feel like they would try and make plans with the same focus as automail schematics and alchemic circles, which would often be immediately ruined upon contact with the "enemy". And that Uncle Alphonse would shamelessly and mischievously spoil his niblings against parental wishes whenever his brother's back was turned. Traitor.) But they're also one of those couples where I see them in the cliché "happily ever after" and I can genuinely be like, "Yeah, they're fine."

#tossawary fma #spoilers #edward elric #alphonse elric #winry rockbell

[thegoldensage]

@alchemic-elric​

He's leaning on him. Head leaned against his arm, with no words leaving his mouth. Golden moons look like they've turned to crescents as they stare blankly forward. Hohenheim feels - warm and really for a moment the blond has decided there's nothing to be said. He doesn't want anything to be said between them because he has no capacity for words and he doesn't want to deal with his actions being questioned.

He just wants quiet. He just wants this.  

No words. No titles. No sounds. No questions. No anger. No hatred. No yelling.

He doesn't want to deal with any of it. He doesn't want the train of accusations that this is out of character for him or questions inquiring into why he would do such a thing because Edward don't you hate your father?  

He never said that and he really wishes people would stop putting words in his mouth.  

He doesn't want to talk today and he doesn't even have the wherewithal to do so. He also doesn't have it in himself to explain that either. It's just a day and all he wants is silence.

So he's leaning on him.  He's leaning himself right up against him and he doesn't want anything else.

                 Edward had gone still and silent next to him as the elder sat silently reading to himself. It was beginning to grow late in the evening and the sun outside was starting to set with various colors of yellows and orange right outside as day turned to dusk and the citizens of central turned in for the night. It was good to finally have some time to spend with his son, even if they were both currently being silent, they were still within each other’s presence and that was more than enough for the decrepit old man.

                 It had broken him when he had to leave his wife and his two sons behind to chase after the Dwarf in the Flask and thwart his plans... but he had done it to save the family that he had always wanted... and he still hated him... because he could not be there to see his two sons grow up, or to help his wife when she had needed him most... he could have saved her... and that was a thought that haunted him the most... the thought that he could have prevented so much pain... he had no idea any of this would happen...

                 Hohenheim was eternally grateful that he had been given a second chance, though, but he knew that it would not be easy. Baby steps would be needed if he were to be accepted back into his son’s life and he would wait many long years if that’s what it took... he didn’t want to miss anything else.

                 When he felt Edward’s warm frame leaning over against his own, Hohenheim glanced down at his son--- confused for a moment, almost as if he hadn’t expected him to be this close to him, but the confusion quickly turned into a warm smile... he wasn’t afraid for his sons to touch him now... he was no longer a monster who would taint them... no, he was just their father now.

                 As he watched Edward for a moment, he marveled just how similar they were and how much he had grown. It was still hard for him to believe that he was no longer a child... he was a man nearly grown, but he would always be his son. The elder gently moved his arm and placed Edward into a side hug, inviting him to lean over a little more if he so wanted.

#alchemicelric #alchemic-elric #v: the nomad #misc

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!!!! More FMA!

He’s fucking tired.

In Xerxes, he’s Van Edris. In Xerxes, he’s the son of a former slave, having narrowly escaped being born into his father’s fate by virtue of him being awarded freedom by the time of his birth. In Xerxes, he’s an uncommon commodity, an alchemist with a skill that hasn’t been seen since his father fucked off to who knows where.

In Amestris, he’s Edward Elric. In Amestris, he’s the son of Trisha Elric who was born free and died free because while there are lots of different forms of freedom, in Amestris there’s one that everyone shares. In Amestris, he’s unknown and unremarkable and no one gives a fuck about what he does.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says flatly.

This is what he gets for visiting his father’s country. It’s just fucking unfortunate that the really good alchemical texts are here.

He should have let Al (Van Altun, as they know him, even though the two of them having been using their Amestrian names almost their whole lives, regardless of what country they were in) do it. They’re not nearly as weird about him.

Pakor is alright, as far as kings go. He’s freed a lot of people, is poking at the laws of ownership that has governed his country for centuries to see if he can do anything about them without getting beheaded for it. He’s also known Ed since he was a barely able to walk, back when his father still made court appearances and brought the family along with him. Former slave against most talented alchemist in the country, and people tended to politely ignore the former. Hell, Ed’s been counting on the same thing since he was twelve.

Of course, now it’s coming back to bite him. People say he’s a genius, but if he was really smart he would have stayed far, far away from court. Like in Amestris, perhaps.

“You’re fluent in both languages,” Pakor says, coaxing.

“So are you,” he says accusingly. “We’re speaking Amestrian right now!”

Pakor sighs and switches to Xerxian. “You also speak Xingese and Drachman. You’re a difficult man to keep secrets from.”

“I’m also Amestrian!” he shouts. “And free, might I add! You can’t sell me off to slavery just to get some intel!”

“It’s not like we’ll brand you,” he says, affronted, and Ed is reminded that alright for a king is still pretty shitty. “We just need someone to do a little – double checking. To ensure the situation in Amestris is as it’s advertised.”

“You want to gift me to the Fuhrer to spy on him and you’re, what, just hoping he doesn’t notice that I understand everything and know everything and am, oh yeah, one of his citizens? I’ve been to Central before! With my luck, I’ll get recognized the first day here and then run out of Amestris! And, again, Amestris doesn’t have slaves! The leader of the country really can’t have one.”

Pakor sighs. “You’re very dramatic, Edris. It won’t be so bad. Here, I’ll say you’re my personal slave and that you’re on loan. It’ll be for cultural exchange purposes. He speaks Xingese, so you can communicate in that language without letting on you know Amestrian.”

Ed pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is a stupid fucking idea.”

“If you do this,” Pakor says, “I’ll give you the key to the royal library.”

Ed slowly lowers his hand, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been asking you to let me in there for years.”

“I figured I’d need to bargain it away eventually,” he says. “I was hoping you’d marry one of my daughters for it.” Having even light court obligations is bad enough, he’s in no way stupid enough to marry in. “You’re very difficult, you know. I’m your king. I shouldn’t have to bargain with you.”

“Tough shit,” Ed says, because Pakor may have known him for nearly twenty years, but that knowing goes both ways. Besides, he can’t piss him off because then he and Al will stop reparing all their shit bridges and infrastructure. “Fine. But if I lose my Amestrian citizenship over this, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Noted,” Pakor says brightly.

Uhg.

It doesn’t help that everything he’s heard about Fuhrer Mustang makes the man sound insufferable.

#ling shows up halfway through this deception and is like hi ed why are you dressed like that and why are you talking like that #and ed has to strangle a prince of xing to keep his fucking mouth shut #every second he's ever spent at court was a mistake #al and winry are pulled between being appalled about this whole thing and thinking it's the funniest thing they've ever heard #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #fma

[i-have-fma-thoughts]

Language headcannons for the Elric Brothers

Ed and Al learned Latin so they could study ancient alchemical texts, they could read and write before they were 10 and completely fluent by the time Ed takes the state alchemists exam.

They speak in Latin to have private conversations, but most alchemists have a general idea of what they're saying since you have to learn a fair bit of it to research alchemy. Hardly any of them took it to the same level as Ed and Al tho.

Al learns Xingese because of course he does, but Ed can never pick it up. He won't admit he's slightly jealous.

They can both read ancient Xerxeian but don't realize it. They think it's just Hohenhime's code for his notes, but never realize he has published books in his collection in the language.

Ed would learn Spanish if it existed.

#language hc #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #fma brotherhood #roy mustang #alphonse elric #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

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[ @alchemic-elric​ ]

"Damn sum'body's got some high ass expectations'a themselves. Do m' a favor Tringham, don't sully m'name with that clown-ass haircut."

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“Would rather have high expectations of myself than whatever you have going on down there. With your taste in fashion, it’s a wonder you aren’t caught at least 50% more often in whatever antics you’ve decided on that day.”

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #[ icarus // alchemic-elric ] #'' doing drugs by yourself is fun but with friends it's so much better '' [ crack ] #[ thread: he's me i'm him ] #// f.