I C A R U S

ind. sel. priv. edward elric from the fma/b franchise heavily headcanon-based this is a ftm trans incarnation adored by ed "icarus is flying towards an early grave."

[bratjas]

consider this a highkey starter call~!!

[bratjas]

OKAY GUYS—!! I’m too lazy, I have no more energy to make proper promos anymore. BUT!! this is my comeback to tumblr after some time away and I’m bringing back my most precious son.

SO~!! if you’re interested in interacting with a heavily headcanon’d, yet still canon compliant, incarnation of EDWARD ELRIC from hiromu arakawa’s FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, please interact with this post somehow so I know to give your blog a lookie-loo**

**please note that this is a FTM TRANS muse, written by a FTM TRANS mun.

[bratjas]

[bratjas]

I need more energy to find blogs to interact with ;///;

[thetatamigalaxy]

[bratjas]

me: comes back after a million years because edward is my child and I cannot give him up ever.

me: screams into the void looking for people

the void: screams back

me: :')

[inkmagician]

HOW TO LOVE A GOD:   i. be prepared to burn. there is no way this will not spell tragedy, and you know this singsong melody of warning bells: your father’s gentle words, the restless-reckless humming beneath your skin. if you want to love a god, learn to ignore it.   ii. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fly. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fall.   iii. hollow out your body, divest yourself of these useless mortal organs. fill yourself with longing instead.   iv. know that there are only a handful of gods but a world of mortals. you will not be the first glint of metal to catch the light of the sun, and no matter what you weave into your heart at night, you will not be the last.   v. never forget that you will burn.

ICARUS’ GUIDE TO LOVING APOLLO | mythology reimagined #5 | paperharbors (via inkmagician)

[sarcastic-clapping]

im smol and ready 2 brawl

[bratjas]

mom:

  A voice seemed to evolve from thin air. ANGELIC and POISE. 

                “I was wondering when you would show up.”

A woman stood at the front of the home. That FAMILIAR SMILE, the one she bore until the day she died, still plastered on her face. She looked as healthy as she had been before that fateful summer. Her figure, her eyes, her hair, perfect in every way, TOO PERFECT. (But that’s what happens in dreams, negative thoughts get tossed by the wayside.)

Trisha’s laugh followed with the wind. Strangely silent to be heard from a distance.  Arms open up, she exclaims-

“Come here, don’t be a stranger!”

                                                                      “-Unless you’ve forgotten your old, dear mother?”

     Her voice, SWEETER than even he'd remembered, washed over Ed like a tide of warm comfort he hadn’t known in so long. && he knows it’s a dream, but that feeling is still there. Dead 10 years && he still wants to run to her. To wrap both arms around her && hold onto her like a babe--- - HER babe. A DESPERATE sense of longing that led him to that SMILING gate to begin with. What had ripped his whole world asunder && placed its weight ‘pon his squared shoulders && told him to KEEP WALKING.

     Heart pounding in the depths of his throat, Ed can feel himself shaking as he pulls his feet under him. Automail creaks with the rise of his figure && it doesn't occur to him that he doesn't know where Al is. Because he's had this DREAM before && he can’t take those GOLDEN eyes off of her. A swell of emotion rises in his chest && he can’t place however hard he tries. It pulls Edward into a marching trek across the yard. Up the hill. TOWARD HER. Toward that welcoming house && the laundry on the line && arms that hold wide for HIM.

     “ Mom. . ? “ There’s no soft melody to his voice the way there is hers. She’s PERFECT && he can’t compare. The words crack in a the softness of a tenor yet developing. “ Mom!! “

                                            IS THAT YOU------?!

[kcguya-deactivated20190804]

devotedecay:

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[siranea]

edwards been braiding since the womb

[thetatamigalaxy]

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST by Hiromu Arakawa (2001)

[thetatamigalaxy]

[bratjas]

winry:

Watching through a thin curtain of blonde bangs, Winry’s gaze tracked Edward as he carefully crept into her hiding place with her and settled down. She expected him to tell her that Granny was worried–as though she didn’t already know–but he didn’t, instead he just asked if she’d be ready to come out later.

She bit her lip, fresh tears skating down her cheeks as the soft press of shade cooled flesh met with Edward’s sun warmed shoulders. Her head landed on his shoulder as she leaned on him, tears leeking down her chin and cheeks to drip down his arms as they sat there.

“It’s true, isn’t it…? What Granny said, my mom and dad aren’t coming home, are they Ed…?” The answer didn’t need to be said, they both knew what it was, and after a moment of silence, she fell back into tears as she clutched to him for dear life.

     Her question left a hitch in his throat. Empty space where an answer should have been, but wasn’t. Ed didn’t know what to tell her. It seemed fruitless--- - silly even - ---to tell her what Granny had all over again. She KNEW. Just like he had. Just like Al had. That absence sat too heavy in little breasts to be denied.     Yet she was asking. . .

     “ No, Winry--- “ Swallowing, he leaned against her. Remembered how it felt with his mother. Reached to wrap an arm around her skinny shoulders like he had Alphonse back then. && for a moment, it didn’t matter that she’s older than is, bigger than he is. Because that’s not what’s important right now.   “ ------They’re not coming back. “

It’s not true. IT’S NOT TRUE. They would come back one final time--- - come HOME to be buried a handful of spaces from where his mother had been laid to rest. But that wasn’t coming home. That wasn’t smiling or laughing or holding her tight. That wasn’t reading books to her before bed or celebrating her birthday. Their bodies would come, but they weren’t coming HOME at all.

[owenburnett]

along with their commission, state alchemists also receive a code name.

[bratjas]

                   LIGHT. Warm && white, like something BIBLICAL, washing over him where he laid flat on his back. && he can't remember falling asleep, but his eyes are opening slow to the sound of peaceful silence && the countryside. There's a lush pad of green with tall grass grown wild curling around his stocky figure to arch skyward. For want of the GOLDEN sun in the sky.

Realization, slow && blunt, hit him like a slow-moving train. && it's all he can do to jar himself upright. To take in the FAMILIAR sight of a squat, stone wall && a house standing on a hill.

                     A HOUSE HE'D BURNT DOWN LONG AGO.

     " Wh—What the hell? " Like a DREAM from a memory, he can recall everything in sight   (&& more beyond where the landscape ends in a blank, white expanse). The road ends only a little past the wall, but he remembers what should be there. The swing on the tree. The clothes on the line. The broad-paned windows that led into a kitchen in the back. He knows it all at once && it HURTS to look at the same time.   " ——What's going on!? "

                              @materpeccatum

[bratjas]

give me a dreamscape sequence with ed && trisha where she can see him && who he’s become && everything he’s been through && just hold him because he’s her son && worked so hard && he’s had to be STRONG for so long, but she’s his mother && she can just hold him && forgive him && just give him a moment of reprieve from everything he needs to do && be && set right.