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Gathering interest for an FMA fanzine: All I Could Ever Want
Hello! This is Kii, main blog @kiiyarayne, and I decided to try and attempt organizing a free (!) digital fanzine for the relationship between my favorite three dorks in Fullmetal Alchemist: Greed, Ling Yao, and Edward Elric.
I love these nerds. I love these nerds being friends. I love these nerds falling in love with each other! I consider these three my FMA OT3, but I also adore fics, comics, and meta analyzing their friendship and the relationship dynamics between them. So I thought, why not try setting up a zine for these absolute dweebs?
Right now, I’m just trying to gather interest. I know there’s a small handful of people who would be interested in contributing, but before I set too much time into organizing, I want to figure out if this would be more of an art-based zine or a writing-based zine. All entries are welcome! Meta, fanfic, short comics, and illustrations, whether romantic or platonic in nature. Basically, whether Greed/Ed/Ling is your OT3 or BroT3, I’m interested in seeing what you can contribute to the zine!
I should mention up front that this zine will be SFW, so keep that in mind when brainstorming what you’d be interested in submitting!
envy-the-freak:
Envy crouched back down once the lights were off, partially wondering what the hell Greed could have wanted to say but mostly still trying not to yell at him for getting himself tortured all for a useless monster. He was being quiet even with the lights off, and Envy had to lean in closer to hear him.
What existed of the homunculus’ ego was incredibly grateful that the lights were off once Greed started talking. It was floored, and had gone wide eyed and slacked jawed. And before Envy had an opportunity to scold Greed for thinking it was worth so fucking much when it knew that was false, he explained why. The younger homunculus felt a great wave of shame wash over it.
“…After I helped drive you away and made you think… Think that you’re not…” Envy suddenly latched onto its older brother. “Damnit Greed!” Its voice was slightly choked as it felt its throat tighten.
“If I’m worth so much to you… then why… Why are you still doing this shit to yourself?! Don’t you realize how much it fucking hurts to see that!?” Fuck, now it was really glad those lights were off. Admitting weakness and pathetic human emotions like attachment? Nothing, absolutely nothing good would come from that being overheard.
Oh. Envy was clinging to him. Greed sighed, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and just holding them close. Fuck, if only the both of them had discovered these things about each other sooner. Maybe neither of them would be the kind of horrible mess they were today.
“It’s... Fuck, I don’t know how to explain it, Envy. It’s like you’ve placed yourself firmly as ‘mine’, and I can’t just... let what’s ‘mine’ get hurt. It pisses me off. I can’t stand seeing you hurt, whether it’s Pride shitting on you or you beating yourself up. And... yeah, it hurts like hell to know I’m hurting you, too. But I promise, I’m not doing it because I don’t care about myself. I’m doing it because I care about you.”
He wasn’t sure how else to put it. It was just... the way his mind worked. Why bother having an impenetrable shield if he couldn’t use it to protect someone? He could take the abuse. Could, if worse came to worst, keep Pride from ever touching him. Greed was a worthless fighter otherwise, and he knew it.
My kink is people underestimating me and ending up wrong and embarrassed
simbleekimblee:
Well that was truly interesting. But Kimblee had to admit it was not fully convincing given that he sat in front of a Homunculus, the embodiment of a sin after all. That they could differ between two incarnations was surprising nonetheless.
“ So you won’t start hoarding again like your name implies? Isn’t that against your nature as a Homunculus - to follow your desires? “
Greed tried to ease the animosity off his face. This human was one that Father had a use for, the least he could do was try to play nice. Besides, it didn’t quite feel right to be angry with everyone, for some reason. It felt easier to be joking, casual, friendly. Something about the way this human posed his questions just rubbed Greed the wrong way.
“Man, you really missed the point of ‘greed’, didn’t you? Greed isn’t about having, it’s about wanting. People who hoard shit? They want something more than the material possessions they’ve gathered close to them, and can’t see it.” The old Greed hoarded subordinates, right? That meant he wanted... what, the power that implied? The thrill of being in charge?
Something wasn’t adding up, it didn’t feel right to put it like that.
simbleekimblee:
“ You hoarded so many things, didn’t you? Subordinates, to name only one thing. “ His lips formed a small smile. Greed appeared to him the most human homunculus among his siblings; his desire was familiar since most humans seemed to keep this sin close. His own family was probably not different from that. “ And yet you sit here alone. How does it feel to gather everything and be still alone? A world full of empty souls. Like i said. ”
Kimblee folded his hands in front of him. Blue eyes watched the homunculus closely.
Subordinates? Hoarding? What... Greed found himself snarling, baring his teeth as his fists clenched. What the hell? Where had all that come from? He didn’t even remember anything about the old Greed, why was he reacting this way?
“That was the old Greed. Our sin and name might be the same, but we’re two different people.” The old Greed had lost everything, had been a fool. This Greed, the one that existed right now, wasn’t going to make those same mistakes.
“ Your world has got you alone and silent. You can’t fill a whole with a billion empty souls. “
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Violet eyes narrowed as Greed looked over at the human sitting across from him. That phrasing was... distressing, in some way he didn’t want to think on too hard. The human inside his head had a few words to say about it, but Greed tried to shut that one up so he could actually think of how to respond to the one in front of him.
“What makes you say that?”
before this migraine hits in full and knocks me out, consider: Greed and Ling’s sense of individuality blurring over the years after they start sharing a body
did that memory belong to Ling or Greed? does it matter if it happened after they started sharing a body and they both clearly remember experiencing it anyway? Even more interesting when the emotions and thoughts associated with it are close enough to each other’s that drawing a line between Greed’s interpretation of events and Ling’s version is… nearly impossible
people on the outside have an impossible time distinguishing between them, so they follow Ed’s lead and call them by a singular, mashed-up name. after a while, they’re both answering to it - even with each other in their internal dialogue.
sometimes they sync up so seamlessly that they joke with each other about actually being one person, because they honestly can’t even tell between themselves who was in charge, or if they both were at the same time?
and then it happens more and more often, and it’s kind of freeing, in a way, not to have to argue about control or think too much on who’s doing what and when.
what happens when they’re so in sync with each other for so long that a difference in opinion or even having different feelings from each other is dissonant and painful because it reminds them both that they’re separate entities and not a singular consciousness?
envy-the-freak:
Leviathan blinked at the others question. An Outer God? What the hell is that? They cocked their head studying the other one. He seemed… Well, okay he seemed normal but something in his tone or stance gave Leviathan the impression he was actually… nervous? He never got like that.
The hybrid had sat back down on the couch when the other one was looking up the entity’s name on Ling’s phone and placed the book besides them. They looked up at him, knowing they would have to answer his question in some form but having no idea how to do so.
At least, no idea how to do so non verbally.
Leviathan glanced up at the ceiling now, taking a deep breath. Oh man. I’m actually about to do this, aren’t I?
“…He’s…” Leviathan’s voice was soft yet thick from under use. And they had only managed to get that one word out before the all too familiar fear and demand for silence surged up in their mind. They struggled with their emotions momentarily, before regaining control. They really should just tell him the truth, after all! They did trust him!
“…He associates with my Father sometimes…” There, it was out in the world now. Not only that, but Leviathan had spoken for the first time since meeting the other one. A large part of Leviathan couldn’t help but tense and cringe, ready for the violence and punishment they were going to get for doing either one of those things, if not both.
Wait. Levi could actually talk? He had been under the impression that Leviathan was mute. His head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise at the very sound of their voice. It was almost a comical expression, really, with His jaw dropped and mouth slightly open. He... hadn’t been expecting that. Like at all.
He shook His head after a moment as the words started to sink in. If an Outer God associated with Leviathan’s father, then their father was...
Oh. Oh shit. He’d brought home the child of a cosmic horror. Groaning, He set Ling’s phone to the side and rubbed at His temples. Dear gods this was going to be hell to explain to Ling. Because this? This wasn’t something that He could keep secret from His host. It could endanger them both if they weren’t prepared for it. Hell, even knowing about it, as mortals (or possible semi-immortals, who knew what would happen after Ling’s physical death, certainly neither of them) there was nothing they could really do to prepare themselves for the full possibilities.
“Who... is your father? I want to be clear: I’m not angry with you. I’m not going to attack you or throw you out on the streets, regardless of your answer. It’s not your fault you were put in this fuckawful situation, making you suffer for being a pawn in the games of cosmic horrors is a pretty dick move. But I would kind of like to know who’s plans I’m potentially fucking up by way of showing you some basic decency when you’ve pretty clearly never been given any before.”
envy-the-freak:
“Greed, what was that?” Envy demanded at the mumbling. Irritation was back in its voice because it was not in the mood for Greed’s self deprecating jokes after having to watch Pride rip him up and not being able to do anything. It hated this. It hated having to watch what it said and did when their siblings were around or else Father would start thinking its loyalty was divided, again. It paused in trying to clean up its brother when the memory of what its punishment had been when Father did find out it had been sneaking off to see Greed, color briefly draining from its face.
It shook its head, dispersing those thoughts, and went back to getting blood off of Greed.
Envy looked up at Greed’s face when its peripheral vision caught the smile. It hadn’t seen him actually smile in a long time now (or so it felt). It listened to him.
“…And to keep me safe, I have to watch you do that over and over again?” Envy groaned and dropped its head down so its forehead was resting against Greed’s shoulder. “Gods fucking damnit, Greed. I can’t…” There was no way it was going to let this happen again. Even though it had no idea how to prevent Greed from working Pride up; it seemed like Father and maybe Lust were intentionally looking for assignments and ways to keep Envy and Greed apart. Envy wouldn’t be able to stop a fight that occurred if it wasn’t around.
“I’m not worth your spilled blood or using up your stone again. Don’t waste either of those on me.”
“It’s not a waste. Not to me. You’re worth... all of it, to me.” Greed whispered, reaching a hand up to pull Envy close. “... Turn out the lights. I don’t want Pride eavesdropping on what I’m gonna say.”
It was important to Greed that Envy know how important they were to him. It was also important to his plan that Pride not hear a word of what Greed really thought about himself, or how much Envy meant to him.
Once the lights were out, Greed waited for his eyes to adjust, in case something else lit up the room and allowed Pride’s shadows to come in. Satisfied that there wasn’t the risk of being overheard, he chuckled softly. “You’re the first person to really care about me. About what happens to me. That was the thing I wanted more than literally anything else. Now that I have it? I’m not letting it go. Ever. You. Are. Worth. Everything. To. Me. More than anything else I’ve ever claimed for myself. Because I didn’t make you do that. You cared about me all on your own.” That was worth more to Greed than anything else he had right now. His dignity, his own self-worth, even his life. None of it was as important to Greed as Envy.
ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Rim / Kii TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): March 10 THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Pisces / Tiger FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′ 4″ FIVE ( HOBBIES ): writing, video games, tabletop rpgs, dice collecting, text-based rping, the occasional web design or coding project SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): purple, turquoise, fuschia SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): The Doctrine of Labyrinths series by Sarah Monette and the Old Kingdom series by Garth Nix, American Gods and Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO: ): Jolene by Dolly Parton NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): I.... seriously don’t even remember, I haven’t watched a regular movie in a WHILE TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): my own mental illnesses, @generosus for enabling me when I started this blog ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): this is gonna sound awful but I gave up on having a dream job due to disabilities. I’d be satisfied with being able to get disability benefits so I’m not a drain on my bf’s finances TWELVE ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): it’s... pretty straightforward I think?? I’m playing both Greed and Ling, so I wanted a reference to both of them in the url, so I smashed their titles together
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Promises || Drabble
(( divergent au for the Family Connections verse with @envy-the-freak ))
For the past several weeks, Greed had been deliberately antagonizing Pride. Seeing how far his older brother could be pushed before Father stepped in. He knew that, Envy aside, the other homunculi took a dim view on Greed’s presence. Even Father seemed like he was only barely tolerating him, most of the time. Honestly, Greed used to wonder about his own usefulness in the past -- he was shit at stealth, shit at tracking, not the best fighter, horrible at espionage, wasn’t particularly strong or fast... His best asset was his shield, and that was only good at covering himself.
He was, basically, trying to make himself seem even more expendable now than he had been before.
Finally, he cornered Pride when Father was nowhere nearby to stop either of them and break up the fight. He didn’t pay attention to what was said, except in as much as he needed to in order to get Pride angry enough to attack. Sure, Pride could act all haughty and superior, claim he was ‘devoid’ of such anger, but Greed knew that his older brother was weak in one area that he wasn’t.
Predictably, Pride’s shadows had Greed pinned to the ground. There was a lot of attention being drawn to them, now. The other homunculi were watching. Greed carefully avoided looking at Envy, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to meet their eyes and see the pain on their face and still be able to make it through this. He was doing all this shit for them, not for himself.
That was the key difference between Greed and Pride, right here and now. “You should have learned to stay in your place, Greed.” Pride was so cocky, so arrogant, he really believed that he was ‘above’ Greed.
Good.
As the shadows closed in on him, Greed felt his consciousness shifting. Being... absorbed. An attempt to be assimilated. Pride was so convinced that he’d won that he wasn’t expecting a battle of willpower. And oh, if there was one thing Greed was good at, it was being a stubborn bastard that just. Wouldn’t. Quit.
Not only that, but Pride, like Envy, was suddenly exposed to a whole side of Greed that had been overlooked in the past -- his intense self-loathing. A strong enough counter to Pride’s hubris that Greed’s avarice was able to win out.
In the physical world, Pride’s child body dissolved into the shadows. Those same shadows swirled and churned, before slowly forming a very different body. A familiar one, with the Ouroboros tattoo sitting proudly on his left hand. He started laughing, the sound almost manic, before turning his violet eyes towards the other homunculi. “Nobody hurts what’s mine and gets away with it!” A warning. And also, for Envy, a promise.
Greed had taken down Pride for what he’d done to Envy. Father was next.
@envy-the-freak || continued from [x]
Greed mumbled something incoherent as Envy wiped the blood off his face. Ever since he’d come back under Father’s thumb, it had been for Envy’s sake. So maybe, yeah, after finding someone who fucking cared about Greed himself and not just about what he could do for Father’s plans, he got a little pissy when that person his sibling was being harassed. Especially by someone like Pride, who’d always been antagonistic towards him.
Still, he didn’t push Envy away as they cleaned him up. Right now, it was just the two of them, although with the lights on, Greed didn’t trust himself to say anything at all, in case Pride was sneaking his goddamned shadows in to eavesdrop and report to Father.
Fucking Pride. Fucking Father. No one hurt what belonged to Greed. So maybe he was ‘behaving’ for now... he had to, for Envy’s sake. But Greed had planned an escape for himself for literal years before acting on it. Why not take things to the next level, this time?
Maybe Greed couldn’t get Envy to escape, they were too terrified of Father. But Greed wasn’t, he was just pissed. Pissed enough to take on Pride for insulting Envy. Pissed enough that... Hmm.
Now that was a thought... Greed tucked that little gem of an idea away for later. He couldn’t mention it to Envy, they would probably kill him for even thinking of something so stupid and brash, let alone seriously thinking of trying it out.
For the first time since he’d returned to Father’s oversight, Greed smiled. Really smiled, not some cocky smirk he put on as a show. “I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I? You’re my favorite sibling, and I’m your older brother. That means I’ve gotta do what I can to keep you safe.”
Yeah. When Greed wanted something, really wanted it, nothing stood in his way. Not Pride, not Father. Not even God himself would deter Greed from this.
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"Everything hurts...."
“Of course it does, you idiot! What did you expect after antagonizing Pride like that?!” Envy needed to calm down, the insult slipped out because it was so worked up. Greed had healed, but he still looked like he had just been used as a lion pride’s scratching post. All because of Envy.
“…Why the hell did you do that?” The younger homunculus demanded as it carefully tried to wipe away the blood on its brother’s face. “Pride belittles me all the time. Why did you have to make him mad like that?” It did lose the natural anger in its voice and for once it sounded scared. Still wiping at the blood.
"I've had worse."
He looked at her bleeding leg, and dammit He was hungry. He wanted to shove her down and lick up the blood, because letting it just... go like that? It was a fucking waste.
“Yeah well, I haven’t hunted in a week and your bleeding is making it really fucking hard to resist tearing that wound open further. With my teeth.” He bared His teeth for emphasis -- two rows of them, each individual tooth sharp enough to rip through human flesh with zero effort.
