#musings: ed

[not-that-dillinger]

/* ...So... Ed's fantasy AU has consumed my brain the past... week? Less? Something like that. So... Have... A Thing. IDK what it is but it sure is words. Presenting... */

What's Past Is Prologue

Or: A prelude to Ed's Fantasy AU

Act I Scene 1

Ed curled around Eos's cold, dormant form in a bed that was barely big enough for the both of them. Pale moonlight glinted off his warforged companion's body, and Ed could almost pretend it was the glow of the Spark that gave his creation life. He lay awake, back to the wall the tiny bed was pushed against, watching the door opposite him in the dark. Eos would have told him to sleep, but fear of an attack in his sleep--from his father's forces whom he'd fled from, or from those of the Alan Bradley, Duke of Torvaldia, whose hospitality he was at the mercy of--and the unfamiliarity of his surroundings made rest difficult, despite the exhaustion. He hadn't slept much in over a month, and Ed feared what would happen when exhaustion finally won out and forced him to sleep.

His new quarters were... nice, all things considered. They were small; much smaller than what he had grown up with, smaller than the Duke's, or the young king and Duke's ward's, but he had sleeping quarters connected to another chamber for receiving guests. The sheets on his bed weren't quite as warm or soft as what he'd had before, but getting that sort of quality was difficult, even for a master weaver. He had a nearly empty set of drawers to store the single change of clothes and few possessions he came with, and a window with a view of the city. He could tell the window was magically reinforced from the slight distortion of the view. It would take the force of a heavy siege cannon to break the it. Still, his current accommodations were oddly comfortable, given his situation, and Ed couldn't be picky. It certainly beat the dungeon cell he'd been confined to the past week, or napping on the ground wherever he could find decent cover like he had for the month prior. Ed wasn't sure if his current situation was better than his previous one or not.

It was still a prison, gilded in gold, just like the one he'd fled from over a month ago.

He curled tighter around the dull metal shell that had been his friend and constant companion the past five years, and the reason he'd fled the comfort of his own home. He wouldn't mind captivity so much, or the humiliation of begging his father's enemy for asylum, only to be thrown in the dungeon, if Eos was still active and safe. Ed could, of course, revive his creation, if only he had his loom.

Except he had destroyed it before he fled, and he doubted the Duke would allow him to build a new one.

That the Duke allowed him to keep his Eos's dormant shell might have been a small kindness, but it felt like a cruel taunt. All he had was a hollow metal shell, and the fear that his warden would take that away as well.

Eventually, restlessness forced Ed out of his bed. He paced the length of the room several times, then cautiously perched on the window sill, and stared out across the city. Somewhere, out beyond the city wall, were the ruins of a tower on a small island in the middle of a lake. "A few hours' ride," the Duke had said, "though it will take a few months to make it a suitable living space."

A suitable prison to contain an artificer, Ed had no doubt.

The city was silent, only a few guards on patrol out in the streets.

...And a lone cloaked figure, hidden in the shadows of a nearby alley. Ed leaned in, intrigued. What were they up to? They were facing the mouth of the alley, face tilted up, as though watching the sky.

Not the sky, he realized, his eyes meeting the mysterious figure's. Him.

Ed threw himself backward away from the window, his heartbeat drumming rapidly in his throat. He yelped as he stumbled backward into the bed, and fell over Eos. The metallic sound of his creation's empty shell echoed through the room like that of a gong.

The door opened, and light flooded the room.

"Prince Edward?"

Ed tensed, then turned over quickly and wrapped his arms around his creation.

"Is everything alright?" Ed hesitantly looked up and squinted in the blinding light at the guard hovering over him, the hand not holding the lantern at the hilt of his sword.

Gawain, if Ed remembered correctly. He glanced back toward the window.

Gawain dimmed the light on his lantern, and furrowed his brow in confusion. "Did you see something out the window?" He hesitantly stepped toward the window to check it out. "I don't see anything out there, your highness," he said after a minute.

Ed rolled off of Eos, off of the bed and onto his feet. He hesitantly approached the window, attempting to keep his distance between himself and Gawain.

The alley where the cloaked figure had been was empty.

Ed stared out the window, frantic to find where they had went, but he couldn't find them.

"Get some rest, your highness," Gawain said. "You are perfectly safe here." He moved toward the bed, toward Eos, and Ed dived for the dormant warforged, wrapping his arms around his creation, desperate to not let anyone take Eos away from him again. Gawain froze and stared at him with a look of confusion. "Very well, Prince Edward. Sleep well." He slipped back out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Ed once more in darkness.

Ed climbed in bed, and curled around Eos.

Sleep, however, did not come.

#/* there will be more...*/ #/* As a note: Ed's perception of what's going on is... based on what he knows but he does not know everything about his situation*/ #prelude to ed's fantasy au #ed's fantasy au #musings: ed

[spaceandthedigitalfrontier]

18. Does your muse suffer from nightmares? how often? what about?

(For Ed)

Sometimes. Now it's primarily when work is particularly stressful or Mackey is up to his usual bullshit/threatening to fire him for corporate sabotage again and is usually related to that, the feeling of trapped, falling through ice, that sort of thing. And yeah, it's really about the fear that if he's fired from Encom he'll inevitably end up having to work for his father. (Long story short; financial freedom is how Ed escaped his father the first time. His father in control of his income means total control over him.)

However he had nightmares clear through middle school about his Father's disembodied voice coming from the computer in Dillinger Sr.'s office (the MCP) from the one time he met that odious program when he was four.

#the void screams back #thanks for the ask! #starry-saturn-nights #edcanons #musings: ed

[madootles]

this guy

#edward elric #my muse #sleepy guy #drawing ed being annoying and sleepy is just my favorite thing still #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #fma 2003 #fma03 #photoshop #art #fan art #fma

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@vocesofmd (continued)

It wasn't that Edward hadn't tried. Once he felt well enough to actually move around, he tried to fix the cottage. He tried to just accept that Izzy was gone and that he would have to just move on. But how could he? It was like the grief was pulling him down, to the ground, an unbearable weight on his shoulders. It would kill him and if he wanted to be honest with himself, he wanted it to kill him. Before he dragged Stede down with him. Stede... he didn't seem to be dealing with this any better — Ed saw him, almost every night to sit by Izzy's grave and talk to him, when Ed refused to even acknowledge that he had been there at all. And when one night he came back to bed crying because probably an animal had disturbed the grave, Ed knew they couldn't stay. They couldn't just move on either.

Ricky would come back to the Republic eventually, and they had to be ready. Only the wait made Ed get lost in his head too much and for once again he found solace in drinking and drugs. He had several ideas about their revenge plans, but one day, just like that the thought was pushed away. Ed had just too many ideas about what to do with their lives to think about that. The Inn seemed boring, fishing was something he wasn't that good at, but he could make clothes, couldn't he? He made made his own leather jacket, after all, and it was fun doing that, so he could be a tailor... a leather tailor. Now that was a business idea, wasn't it? They'd open a shop with leather outfits, or at least one that matched Ed's beloved style. Blackbeard's style. Follow the trend. Merchandise. Or whatever Frenchie had called it. Frenchie! He could be of help, he was good at these things and he had to find him, so he asked the fishermen to let him know when Revenge returned to Nassau. What if they combined a outfit shop with alcohol? Mixed drinks and trying outfits, now that sounded even more fun?

Stede barely seemed to follow Ed and his ideas, but he didn't protest much. He had been drinking too, so maybe Ed's mixed drinks idea would work perfectly. He had been looking for a good rum deal at the market when he saw something... someone that made him freeze. It had been as if he had been high, dancing, having fun when suddenly he was sober. Almost as if he was in a trance, Ed walked to the man, his hand on his shoulder to make him turn around.

It was Izzy. ❝Izzy?❞ Ed grinned and let out a small sigh in relief... before reality kicked. It could not be Izzy, could it? That man had died. In his arms. They had all buried him, sobbing. Was he really losing his mind? Had he drunk too much? But why wouldn't his mind recreate the same image Ed held of him? Why give him this new look? ❝How... Are you real? ❞

#vocesofmd #vocesofmd (izzy) #muse (edward) #sorry for the looong reply I wanted to show that Ed is doing great!!! :) :) :)

[radianttruthsii]

Artist Vali Myers in Saint Germain Des Pres, Paris, 1951, photo by Ed van der Elsken

#vali myers #artist #writer #bohemian #muse #1950s #ed van der elsken

[fxckin-blackbeard]

#mobile ooc. #randy dandy'oh (musing) #our flag means death #ofmd #ed teach #edward ofmd #ofmd edward teach #ofmd ed teach

[torra-and-the-toons]

I just had a thought that woke me in a cold sweat from a nap...

Since EEnE and KND technically exist in the same world, what if the adults from EEnE are always gone because they're busy terrorizing the KND?

This is not at all a serious headcanon, but it's funny to think about.

#torra rambles #the nonsensical musings of a tiger on 3 hours of sleep #ed edd n eddy #codename kids next door #truthfully it was uh... what's the villain's name who has the retainer #I'm too lazy to look him up rn #but he reminds me of Jimmy lmao #The Boss could totally be Eddy's dad #those were the ones that made me laugh the hardest tbh #Wink and Fibb strike me as Jonny's dads #I wanna say prof xxxl would be edd's dad but he's too whacky #the granny with the food kinda reminds me of rolf #An eene x knd crossover would have been hella funny tbh #they made a 4th wall break about the adults from the eds side

[athenaspeculiardaughter]

Your favourite music band/artist

#melanie martinez #conan gray #tokio hotel #maneskin #muse band #Marina #Imagine dragons #ed sheeran #mother mother band #cavetown #olivia rodrigo #The neighborhood

[cryptix23]

Okay listen I've seen a few people criticizing Ed for still feeling 'unlovable' despite Izzy's confession, but like, of course that means nothing to him?

Ed is afraid no one can love Edward. All of him. The parts of him that aren't all myth, the parts of a real and complex person who loves satin and fine dining and lavender soap and goofy outsider artists. The parts of him that aren't retold in hushed, awed voices. Izzy literally said to his face that he loves Blackbeard and hates Edward. That he hates all the softness and comfort and frippery and care and appreciation. That he wanted back the man who laughed while people burned. (And later realized that was a Huge Mistake but that's beside this point.) So when Izzy says "I have... love for you," what Ed hears is just a reaffirmation that he loves Blackbeard -- the myth up on the pedestal, the terror of the seas, the Kraken. The monster with no use for fine things like love.

And Edward is still unloved, because Edward is not worthy of fine things.

(yes he is, but he was not in a place to hear that and especially not from Izzy.)

#cryptix musings #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #media analysis #izzy hands #edward teach #blackbeard #suppressing the instinct to add a million qualifiers to the end of this #i love ed i love izzy i think ed has a lot to answer for i think izzy fucked up but didn't deserve what happened #i think they both deserve care and love and healing and growth

[passimtemere]

Won't ANYONE feed this poor hyena he hungee

#c: banzai #muse status #Ed is busy with Cheezi and Banzai is mopey

[note-boom]

Okay I just watched the latest episode and I am in TEARS over how beautiful the OP and ED were. Those...those soft, pastel colours did something to me, okay?

The ED especially just did something special to me. The season started off with the backstory of the ADA, so it was so....beautiful to see the ending theme have a little omake of a lazy day at a fully peopled agency. It was nice to see an organisation started by ordinary people with extraordinary talents have a peaceful day where their extraordinary people are doing ordinary things.

#now if youll excuse me im gonna go cry and scream #i'll talk and post some stuff about the episode of course #especially that op and ed #and then ill just go gather my thoughts....but guys guys GUYS THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE AND THOSE OPS AND EDS.... #bones really put their ALL in them and i couldnt be more happy!! #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 spoilers #bsd spoilers #bsd musings #spitting nonsense

[not-that-dillinger]

ask by @starry-saturn-nights

27. A memory of something they’re proud of (For Ed)

(friendly reminder that questions for the muses should go to their respective blogs... )

The first play he got roped into acting in. It was a production of A mid-summer night's dream. The person who was originally cast as Egeus ended up unable to when production time came around, and Ed had been helping everyone else with their lines, so they recruited him to fill in. Needless to say, Ed did a fantastic job acting, he nailing both the stage directions and the script.

It was one hell of a confidence booster when Ed really didn't have any.

#the voice from the void #musings: ed

[sage-nebula]

Thinking about how when baby Tails met little Sonic, and Sonic was so nice to and supportive and encouraging of him, and that was the first time in so long that anyone was nice to or actually liked Tails, and so an achievement was unlocked for Sonic: Miles Prower will now die for you.

And then a little while after that, when Tails tells Sonic that he's already got the best family, and that Sonic is his best family, and he loves and cares about Sonic more than anyone else, and so an achievement was unlocked for Tails: Sonic the Hedgehog will now die for you.

These brothers just love each other so much, I cry.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #unbreakable bond #they need(ed) each other SO much #it's part of why I prefer not to write or read about conflict in their relationship #and instead prefer to have the conflict come from outside sources #Sonic and Tails have already both lost so so SO much #they don't need to lose each other too #at least not through any faults of their own #''best friends / brothers are suddenly enemies'' is such a tired boring awful trope #would much rather have it be Them vs The World #but that's just me #this wasn't inspired by anything specific i'm just thinking #(well the thought was bc of the Beyond Oblivion prequel i wrote) #(and how canon Tails was just as desperate for anything remotely resembling positive attention) #(and how canon Sonic gave that to him and that's why Tails latched on) #(but the rest is just musings springboarding off that) #but yeah like see also why I disliked the direction Supernatural seasons 4 & 5 took #why I never felt compelled to read Archie Sonic on top of there just being Too Much (bc I know Sonic & Tails have dumb split-up arcs in it) #etc #it's just not for me #it can be for others! that's fine. everyone has different tastes #but it's not for me #sth

[kylo-wrecked]

what form of love do you embody?

love as being known

[ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

{ 'when tim kreider said that, he was stoned out of his mind' - ben }

love as violence

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

{ what? no, he's not judging you under there. he loves you. now cease quietly. }

tagged by:// @godresembled and i think @nightmarefuele <;3

tagging:// @writteninscarlet, @forcenexus / @magikborn, @etoilebleu, @riiese, @ronmanmob, @tangleweave, @itmeanspeace, @ofcatnaps, @ofthestcrs, @positivelybeastly, @protectmypeople, @silverjetsystm, @southern-belle-outcasts, @smolcuriouskitten, @smokinmirrors , @datapadz, @desireandduty, @hopegained, @lastxdragon, @chromium-siren, @thecreativeforge, @cxpperhead, @cardigansandearlgrey, @valkxrie, @babydxhl, @bewitchingbaker, @irrfahrer/@werspinna, @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo / @ifyoucatchacriminal, @valorums, @brooklynislandgirl, @mayxthexforce, @madxwonderland, and you!

*feel free to pass if you’ve done this one already. 

#DO NOT REBLOG #muse quiz #{let me know if you do not want to be @ed in muse memes}

[sitronsangbody]

So I watched Jacob Sharpe's new video "the strangest workouts on tik tok" (and this post is not about to be a dig at him; I like him and I generally appreciate his attitude in the video). There are clips shown of people working out in groups and the workouts are unorthodox activities like drumming, trampoline jumping, swinging in the air and so on, and the videos are captioned something like "white women will do anything to avoid a regular workout". First of all, I resent shaming people's exercise preferences regardless of who they are. It's inevitably harmful towards people who struggle with EDs and the like, and also - who fucking cares. I congratulate anyone who's found a form of exercise that's genuinely fun and enjoyable. The idea that working out should be super hard and painful and boring and some kind of heavy duty is pointless. Why not make stuff fun if it's an option? Why have your day suck more than it needs to? This is also Jacob's conclusion to the video. But also, I keep seeing "White women" used as a cop-out to shame people for the wildest things. Yes, the clips in the video show primarily white women, but is that really all there is to know? You know who might have trouble going to a regular gym and doing "regular" workouts? Disabled people. Fat people. Injured and chronically ill people. Neurodivergent and mentally ill people. Elderly people. Gender-nonconforming people. Because the exercises and equipment doesn't accommodate all bodies. Because of harassment, staring, rudeness, non-consensual filming. Because it feels unsafe or IS unsafe. And guess what, sometimes thin able-bodied neurotypical cis white women also feel unsafe at gyms. That's valid too. Like, by all means criticise white women when it's prudent. We frequently have it coming. But let's not use "white women" as an easy path to ignoring other oppressive structures in the world. Are you giving valid criticism? Are you doing meaningful satire? Poking harmless fun? Or are you actually shitting on people for no good reason, but you think it's okay because it's "white women"?

#ED mention #fat liberation #healthism #musings

[critterofthenight]

Someone must have made an edit of Ed babygirl Teach with the song I Won't Say (I'm In Love) from Hercules, right?

(bonus extra princessy pic from the official hbomax tumblr)

#currently listening to it and like #yes #it reminded me of some fics i read so much #i imagine lucius as the muses #ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #gentlebeard #blackbonnet