flew too close

indie + private EDWARD ELRIC loved by ren. // OC+CROSSOVER friendly

[ichoreyed]

I just realized I put this update on Shadow’s blog and not here, so here’s an update.

The tumblr update has made tumblr on my computer extremely laggy. Scrolling through the dash is a pain in the ass.

Until tumblr staff get their act together or Xkit figures out a way to help correct the lag, all of my blogs are on low activity/hiatus.

Add me on Discord TECHNOIR#9215 if you wanna keep in contact! I’m sorry I keep coming back only to vanish again but this time isn’t cause of lack of muse...just impossible to use the site. :/

[shock]

list of bastards

1. my dad

2. god

3. my dad

4. my dad

[ichoreyed]

hariolor​:

Each INSULT, each ATTACK would only cause the homunculus grow EAGER to tear him apart. ( However, dearest Father is in need of him. ) A shame, she would have ENJOYED breaking skin and bone, see those wide eyes fade into THE BLEAKEST OF ALL. Alas, all Lust would do was HUNT HIM LIKE HER VICTIM, for he is needed alive, he is not needed FULLY. Lust could break him, bend him — SHATTER HIM, SO LONG AS HE REMAINED ALIVE.

She could chain him down like THE REAL DOG OF THE MILITARY HE WAS. However, as she followed his panicking steps, listening to his insults… All she could do was LAUGH.

( He thought he was being clever. Cute. )

She had been around for DECADES, she had walked these halls LONGER THAN HIS EXISTENCE. Once she spots him stumbling, she makes her move. Her claws activated, she aimed directly for his shoulder — ONLY TO CUT HIM PURPOSELY.

There was no need for a bloodbath; Lust could teach him a PAINFUL LESSON without the decay and bloodshed involved. SHE WOULD INSTILL FEAR DEEP IN HIS SOUL, make him hate her, make him SUFFER SWEETLY FOR HER.

She walks to hover over him, DAGGER LIKE NAILS LIGHTLY PIERCING THE BACK OF HIS SHOULDER, a laugh following soon after.

“ It appears I caught you, EDWARD ELRIC. ”

Light followed by a split instant of pain blipping through his shoulder, like a long needle had been jammed into his shoulder blade. Ed doesn’t need to turn or mull it over or run through the situation in his mind; he knows exactly what’s happened. Pinned like a wounded animal.

Think, Edward, damnit, think--!

Gritting his teeth, Ed wrenches his shoulder, feeling Lust’s claws rip out of their holding spot in his shoulder and drag through the flesh until finally freeing themselves from his body. His coat is all but ruined, shreds of red fabric coming to a resting place on the catwalk.

Expression darkening, Ed forces himself to turn and face his opponent. There’s nowhere else to run. Clapping his hands together, he elongates his automail arm into a sharpened blade of steel, expression transmogrifying into one that is surprisingly serious. Sweat bubbles up on his brow then traces a line down his cheek.

There’s no retort or attempt to save his pride. Instead Ed simply braces himself for the defensive, knowing Lust has caught him, that he has to merely buy time until he can GET AWAY. He extends his knife of a hand, rotating it beneath the fluorescent lights, eyes trained on the homunculus for her next move.

His back hurts.

Now would be a really good time for the Colonel to step in...!

[ichoreyed]

@demonsired​ said: ♀  //  !!!  angst please uwu 

A HEARTBREAKING TEXT.

raven’s going to be pissed, ed reasons when he finishes packing up all of his belongings. his room has been reduced to a pile of cardboard boxes, a carcass of the place he had lived in for most of his college life. it feels very lonely. this feels very lonely. ed stands in the doorway, eyes tracing over where he had kept his desk, his bed, his bookshelf, his gaming console. but of course there’s nothing to look at. just a sea of boring boxes.

he had been too scared to bring it up to her. alphonse’s condition had taken a turn for the worst and he needed to be moved to another hospital; one in another state, clear across the country. of course. because the moment a place starts to feel like home, it gets ripped out from underneath him. it had been stupid for ed to expect this time would be different.

but that’s not alphonse’s fault.

ed pinches the bridge of his nose and takes in a deep breath when one of the moving guys knocks on the door behind him to alert him of his presence. startled, ed moves to the side and lets him come in, effortlessly scooping up some of the heavier boxes in his giant arms before turning to go load it into the moving truck downstairs.

he takes out his phone, fingers pausing above the touchscreen.

TO: Rae 2:11 PM     hey so i didn’t really know how to bring this up but uh...i’m moving out. today. sorry. al’s condition got worse. they’re moving him to a hospital on the other side of the country, with really good doctors who can keep an eye on him better than they’re doing here. sorry i didn’t tell you.

    thanks for everything. i know you’re gonna be angry and honestly i don’t blame you. you know i suck at talking about things. haha

2:23 PM

    just take care of yourself

[ichoreyed]

@zirable​ said: “⁇ 

A DRUNK TEXT.

ed talks. a lot. and drunk ed talks even more than that. it’s impressive, really, the rapid firing of neurons that goes on within the older elric’s brain, the fact that there’s no shortage of thoughts.

he’s very fucked up at the moment--being 5′4″ and mostly muscle thanks to his martial arts experience means alcohol grabs a hold of his bloodstream faster than he expects. and he’s at a frat party, which is boring, but had also meant free booze, but no one cares to hear about ed’s drunken ramblings about biochemistry or physics. so for the first time in his life, ed is quiet, shoulders slouching in the corner, composing a very important message to vy. and it’s not like vy will care about his opinions on schrodinger’s cat either, but realistically they’re also probably getting equally-fucked up somewhere else, so whatever. they could deal.

TO: vy 12:32 AM     you nvr put your phnoe on silent wtf     hello??????? i’m dyign f boredom heer and since i’m very very VERRRRRRRY drunk you know that means this party RLLY sukcs

12:35 AM     are you serious come oON schrodinger’s cat is like the coolest possible thought experiment pleease don’t make me throw a textboko a you       i know you’re a theatre kid at herat bt COME ONNNNNNN stop simpign for somee rndo

christ. they could at least turn on read notifications.

[pontevoix]

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. (Alphonse!)

         it’s easy to cope, easy to be, easy to tackle tasks when you don’t feel like a person. of course, it’s not necessarily a permanent state of being … but there are moments that alphonse  finds it difficult make the conscious connection that brain, fingertips, toes, lungs — they all connect & make up someone physical & present & ? logically, it’s easy to make that connection & know.

         but that doesn’t stop the odd blurred disorientation that comes from sitting in bed ( too long — too long ) when alphonse can’t sleep & isn’t entirely sure that he can feel the place where his thumbs meet the top of his thigh. weird. always weird. & because it’s so weird as a feeling, it’s something easy to just laugh it off in the morning when he’s a little too tired but … right now ? alphonse is listening to his brother snore, & he hates that there’s a repressed surge of absent jealousy settling against his chest. it’s just because he’s tired. it’s just because he wants to sleep, & he wants morning to come. & — because he wants to talk to edward. or sit with him or something but it’s not that important.

           alphonse settles in his hotel bed with its too stiff sheets & scrolls through news articles on his phone. he doesn’t read much of them. but enough time passes that he wants to talk … so he drafts a message that he’ll never send.

           [  text  ]  :  i hate the night time. i love the idea of sleeping, but i hate sleeping. i miss living in one place, i think, but i don’t know. it’s not always on my mind, but right now it is. because you remember more than i do. about home. i’m not quite sure. i like meeting new people though, seeing new faces and places. and you’re so explosive sometimes while we travel i wonder if i’m having to be the big brother which is fine and i wouldn’t change it. i’m happy and stuff i’m just tired. are you tired?? i don’t know.

            drafted. deleted. he tries to sleep again.

                                    TEXTING PROMPT | @ichoreyed​

[ichoreyed]

For no particular reason I just want to re-remind everyone that my Edward is trans. I don’t mention it anywhere on my dossier because I don’t feel like it’s important to be like “TRANSGENDER GUY”, but sometimes I’ll mention things like dysphoria or reference medical and social transitioning.

I once got an ask from someone asking me if that was just in one verse...no........it’s in all verses. All you need to know is that Ed uses he/him/his tho.

[brooklynislandgirl]

UPDATE! Xkit has just updated the “Old Blue” extension. Open your Xkit on your dash and either select old blue, of if you were using it already like I was… click on its little icon under “my xkit” tab.

Select use old font family, and set the base font back to 14px  and everything is more or less back to normal :) A THOUSAND BLESSINGS ON the XK folks <3

[avadite-arc]

     it’s silent, save for the wind rustling through the trees.  across the way, winry’s pushing along a stroller;  it bumps over the terrain.  ed’s watching in silent pride, the smile on his face brighter than the spring sunshine.  greed smiles at the happy family, then closes his eyes as he tips his face up to catch the sun’s rays, drowsiness already tugging at his limbs.  it’s only when ed plops down beside him with a quiet thunk that greed peeks one crimson eye open to glance at him.

    he looks … happy;  there’s simply no other way to describe it.  he seems untethered from the same worries of fatherhood that haunt greed’s every passing moment.     ❝  hey  –  ed, can i ask you something?  ❞  he opens both eyes, watching as winry lifts their little one from the stroller and into her arms.    ❝  were you ever worried about being a dad? ❞   /   @ichoreyed​

[ichoreyed]

The question takes Ed aback, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. Then, just as quickly, his expression melts into a confident grin that he’s grown into since his teen years. “Hold on just a second, Greed--,” he’s trying not to get too excited, but it’s hard and this is new information he’s only just now being made aware of, so of course Ed has to know EVERYTHING, “Are you sayin’ you and Sakura wanna start a family?”

It’s been a long time coming, in Edward Elric’s humble opinion, but he’s not about to say that.

And he should really answer Greed’s question, so before his friend gets flustered and overworks himself, Ed lies down in the grass and averts his gaze into the sky where clouds dance above the two of them. Resembool is always so peaceful. “’Course I was--er, honestly, still am--scared.” His feelings towards Hohenheim are still complicated, and Ed’s not really sure he’s ready to open that can of worms again, but surely Greed will understand why. His voice is a little softer now, “I don’t have any intention of turning out like him, though. So I figure I’m doing at least one thing right.” Hohenheim may have died for them, but that won’t take away the years Ed and Al spent on their own. Nothing can.

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[pontevoix]

          patience is a well learned & well worn muscle. & it’s something alphonse can pride himself on, but it’s also something he has learned has a time & place.  in the absence of patiences emerges a brand of trust — which is all to say that alphonse’s acquired patience has a limit when it comes to his brother. & it’s not because edward has the sheer strength to push him to the brink … but because it is edward.

           so. yeah.

           yeah. that being said, it’s possible that alphonse could stand to be a little more patient now. but his spirit is restless because he’s been spending what feels like ( & what probably is ) both day & night, staring out the train car window because everything is still when night comes … & when books / research / paperwork are all packed away in the luggage car. of course, alphonse is starting to get used to nights. & he can sympathize with how much edward sleeps, but when edward manages to sleep through the night … & most of the day during the train ride ? alphonse feels that nag of irritation that comes entirely for the sake of wanting entertainment.

           so when edward begins to hint at wakefulness, alphonse observes dryly, lightly, with a faux-cheerful bow of the head:   ‘    puberty must really be something, huh ?    ‘

STARTER | @ichoreyed​

[ichoreyed]

The irritation is apparent in the atmosphere even well before Edward wakes up, the cradles of his dreams crooning unpleasant murmurs into his ears. Regardless, he manages to sleep through it all, a deep sleep playing out behind closed eyelids, arms draped over the windowsill. In just a few moments, he will awaken to discover his still-human arm feels of pins and needles.

He begins to stir, blinking blearily, then nearly punching himself in the face with his flesh hand on account of not being able to feel it--yes, that wakes Ed up immediately, golden eyes flashing. He looks like a deer in the headlights, furiously blinking back sleep and looking somewhat lost. Then at once he immediately relaxes, slouching back into the uncomfortable cloth of the train booth. His butt hurts.

“Puberty must really be something, huh?”

Al’s annoyed, Ed realizes with a jolt, and his gaze washes over his brother thoughtfully. Or about as thoughtfully as he can manage just seconds after waking up. And while he’s trying to think of a more conducive way to ask Alphonse why he’s upset, all Ed can manage is, “What?” cadence laced with the grumpy sort of anger he only possesses after waking up.

[ichoreyed]

@lightcreators​ said: ‘INTIMACY +’ 12 & Miyao Mitake 

SHARING JOKES.

Miyao and Ed are similar enough that being around the red-head can either infuriate or calm him. That said, it isn’t often Gauntlet Knights get to be around one another, so Ed is relishing in being able to talk to someone so like him.

Miyao is telling a joke.

Ed’s expression falls into a large and overbearing grin too wide for his face and dimpling his cheeks, the skin by his eyes wrinkling. Above them the sun is hot and heavy. Edward barely notices it and a laugh erupts past his lips and filling the dense air as a cloud would--he is not meant to be small and unnoticeable. The cityscape stretches before them, a mottled layer of bricks, windows, and lights, stretching out beyond the horizon. The auditory ads sound muffled from this far away; it doesn’t matter, anyways. Right now it’s just the two of them, hanging out and being teens--right now, they are not soldiers. Just boys.

The laugh fades out. Ed, still beaming, leans back on his hands. “Geez, Miyao,” he says, voice playful, “That joke sucked. Where’d you hear it--Jayden?” His laugh clearly says otherwise; Ed thought the joke was rather good, but he’s curious to hear more about his fellow AOU pilots.

[colnerys]

villanelle from bbc’s killing eve // selective, mutuals only // oc & crossover friendly // est. june 2020 // portrayed by gany.

[ichoreyed]

Christ hitting ‘k’ to go back and look at a post now takes you all the way to the top of your dashboard. Asks are broken again. The new font hurts my eyes. Please why.

Like I said on Shadow’s blog, I just hope people start making their posts accessible instead of prioritizing aesthetic now

[kokoro-ippai-a]

@ichoreyed​ :  Ed’s always tried to mask his excitement, but seeing Kagome return elicits the spark in his eyes once again, and he all but jumps up at the sight of her. “Kagome!” A pause, a disgruntled clearing of the throat. And then a much more restrained, “you’re back, huh? Short trip.”

Seeing the blond monk, hearing him call her name, has the petite teen echoing his excitement as she bounds towards him. “Edward!” Though she notices the way he tries to hold back, Kagome doesn’t show it, simply lets her own happiness brighten even more to make up for his restraint. “Mhm! I only needed to stock up on a few medical supplies and switch out my school books.”

As much as she wishes she could have all her books with her – or better yet, not need to study them at all – she just can’t justify carrying around that much weight all the time. Plus, it did give her an excuse to grab a few extra little goodies. 

With a twinkle in her eye, she digs into her backpack and pulls out a special book and holds it out to him. “I also got you this – It’s all about space and planets and all that, with real life pictures and everything!”

[ichoreyed]

@the-owlchemist​ said: "No, no. This isn't... COULDN'T be alchemy. I would know. I'm an alchemist. No this is some bizarre magic that operates on some.. guiding and oddly specific principles. But still magic nonetheless." 

ok boomer

Not one to mask his features, displeasure seeps into the corners of Ed’s mouth, an irritated set of the brow firmly taking hold in his forehead. He leans back on a heel, hands disappearing into the deep set of his jacket pockets, letting the--what is Noctus supposed to BE, anyways? Chimera? Maybe. Whatever. Ed’ll think on it later.

“Okay, first off, you’re wrong.” That’s out of the way. “Second off, just ‘cause you don’t understand somethin’ doesn’t mean there aren’t principles and a science behind it.” Ed jabs the air sharply with a finger, then two, to accentuate his point. Even the rules behind alchemy can be broken--Scar is proof of that. The homunculi are proof of that.

“For an ‘alchemist’ you’re awfully close-minded,” Ed says with a shrug of his shoulders, but his eyes brim more good-naturedly with this comment. “Where are you even from?” Xing’s alkahestry is different from Amestrian alchemy in almost every single possible way, but they were still derivative of the same thing...perhaps Noctus’s alchemy is the same way.

And maybe it’ll get Ed closer to the Philosopher’s Stone.

[h-moved]

ichoreyed 

AU where every time lust sees ed that’s what happens even well after it’s been established they know each other

so basically