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@shattered-sacrifice
No but, i'm so glad you guys are about. cause wrath is one of my first throughly thought out muses where hes mostly my headcanons and knowing i almost deleted him only to now have so many of you guys wanting to interact with him has my heart<333333
Andddd hes reaching over and snatching one. Chomping into it while staring him dead in the eye.
"hey! i worked really hard on those! you should at least ask before you take some of them!" how was he even eating them when they just came out of the oil?!
Licking over sharp pointed teeth, hes taken another bite. Not caring about the pop of oil against his cool tongue.
"Mhm, they're really good!"
Hes immediately reaching for more.
"More!"
"they turned out so perfect!" he had a plate of fried sweet potatoes on his plate and was happy to enjoy them with some brown sugar glaze.
Andddd hes reaching over and snatching one. Chomping into it while staring him dead in the eye.
@shattered-sacrifice replied to your post “why do people keep thinking HE is 'the fullmetal...”:
"I think its because people usually have higher expectations than reality."
"You have a point...but they really shouldn't, I don't like disappointing anyone-"
Knuckles tap against cool steel, a grin on his lips. "Come on tincan, they find you plenty impressive."
@solxr-flare
Is that a feral grin splitting across his face? y e s. Catching Eds own, twisting to free his own leg while throwing the other!!!
God i need to reread my own shit to remember how I wrote my son-
hes vverrrrrrrryyyy headcannon heavy
"......"
Sneezes.
"Who's this lost, shrimpy child?"
Annnnddddd hes annoyed. Immediately. Eyes of violet glaring at the boar headed... Human? Was this human? Or one of those failed experiments.
"....Who lost their lunch?"
"......"
Sneezes.
turns to the sound of the sneeze.
"bless you."
"........."
Well, well, well... what did he have here? The homunculus tips his head to the side. Sniffing the air a bit, catching the hint of lightning.
"....Did you make out with lightning to smell like that?"
welp. he lives. other muses are coming back so he lives again.
"......"
Sneezes.
"I can show you how to be strong in the real way!" - Cyno, breaking through the door.
"................................................................"
If any, single person, could embody the definition of lunacy,,
"W h at the fuck---" Congratulation Cyno, the humonculus known for his short temper, wasn't even mad. no. He's bewildered? Curious? disturbed? All three? All three.
"....Which drug are you on-?"
What Cyno saw was a decently barren dorm room, only a single bed with a small book case at its side. The single inhabitants was a teenage boy, didn’t look a day older than 15. Wild waist length raven hair, his left arm and right leg not made of flesh but of metal.
He’s outright staring at the general. Like he’s staring down a rabid dog. Before he can refuse Cyno, he managed to hit the single desire that stops him from outright kicking the authority figure out of his room. Challenging him.
“……………”
“B r i n g it, Rabid Jackal.” On Cyno’s declaration, he took out his deck.
Perhaps, if the present teen were human, he would be put off by this maniac. They’d look at the cackling man, deem him insane and likely run. Wrath? Oh Wrath wasn’t human. Manic laughter erupt from the other, while the teen merely stared with a raised brow. His chin resting on his palm, metallic fingering tap across his jawline. He tilts his head a bit to the side.
“Just sounds like a pain in the ass to me. Also, aren’t most humans.. put off by the thought of death?” Who the hell is this guy’s kid— is he as sick in the head? Wrath had no clue.
“Mh.” He was right, fear of death, the desire to live on far past their time, until they become nothing but rot that walks like it still held a right to life.
“Can’t say that I have. But I understand your meaning.”
This man was quick to climb up his list of strangest humans he had ever met. But he’s not so put off to rise from his spot. “You talk like you’ve also died at least once.”
Now his lip curl up let out a small noise of amusement. “Why would you want your second death to be so brutal?”
@shattered-sacrifice said:
So. As torn apart limb by limb? A easy request to grant. But a pain in the ass to clean.
"HAHAHAHA YES! That's exactly what I'm talking about! Every single gross bit of it! My poor lil' monkey, scrubbing himself until it bleeds trying to get rid of all the gunk. Can you imagine what a cute face he'd make while crying? If I think about it, I think I could die twice! HILARIOUS!"
Aw man, where is Saruhiko right now? He should join in on the brainstorming! If his condition doesn't kill him faster, Niki might consider faking his own death just to throw his kid a party now. Missing this kind of fun is almost a pity.
Perhaps, if the present teen were human, he would be put off by this maniac. They’d look at the cackling man, deem him insane and likely run. Wrath? Oh Wrath wasn’t human. Manic laughter erupt from the other, while the teen merely stared with a raised brow. His chin resting on his palm, metallic fingering tap across his jawline. He tilts his head a bit to the side.
“Just sounds like a pain in the ass to me. Also, aren’t most humans.. put off by the thought of death?” Who the hell is this guy’s kid— is he as sick in the head? Wrath had no clue.
@lauffcuer
White dust and the burning smell of iron.
That is what the monster had awaken to, though he was not suppose to awaken at all.
And yet.
Admit the broken ruins hidden beneath the shining sun of Amestris, a raw guttural scream erupt from no where yet everywhere. Iron stung his lips, coat his tongue like a ever burning fire. The source of those screams, was a lone mangled up corpse buried beneath broken down ancient stone. At least, that was what he should be. Sprawl out across what remains of the last clash of titans. What was suppose to be dead, one of the last two ingredient to unlock the gate had somehow lived.
Wrath. A homunculus, one of the final two whom outlived their master. Both beasts by birthright, but who still held his own personhood meanwhile the other could only be defined as a beast. One, two, many more guttural screams of white hot pain spill from his lips, ripping, tearing, searing apart his throat. Only drowned out from the city which was falling apart all around him.
He’s not fully aware of himself, or of the tremors that came in waves. Writhing to life, his breaths of life did not welcome him(it never did) no. They were fought for. Trembling bruised and bloody, it takes all of his strength to work his one good arm to feebly prop himself off the ground. “Mggrrrhh- gAH-“
Gnashing his teeth, the teens form fought against the earth to simply get off the ground. Painful gasps for air turned to harsh gags of mouthfuls of blood. It hurts. Pain. Crimson stained frame was moving not out of a wish, but out of the instinct to survive. Wrath, left gaging, choking on his own blood. Was somehow still in the world of the living.
"I can show you how to be strong in the real way!" - Cyno, breaking through the door.
"................................................................"
If any, single person, could embody the definition of lunacy,,
"W h at the fuck---" Congratulation Cyno, the humonculus known for his short temper, wasn't even mad. no. He's bewildered? Curious? disturbed? All three? All three.
"....Which drug are you on-?"
allllright lets get the hunt started.
until I can get something better together, this will do.
Literate, multi-para preferred, highly active and heavily canon divergent, POST Conqueror of Shamballa Wrath from Fullmetal Alchemist 03, Spun by Phyre.
If you’re interested in interacting with a keeper of the gate, emotional homunculus whose place in the world has been torn to sunder, hit me up!
damn, i have a 2 year old open starter in my drafts. heh, think i’ll have that as my first ‘offical’ post back~)
