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independent edward elric written by vee. || UNDER CO.

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indie & selective roleplaying blogs for worick arcangelo and nicolas brown of GANGSTA. :: // written by vee and krem. 

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                                                 oh g o d   –   what have i done?

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         ❛   if you’re not short, then i’m the tooth fairy.   ❜

     a brief chuckle and wide gesture of their arms, envy’s expression has taken a turn for amusement, breaking wide in a crazed grin to accommodate a fit of cackling.

           ❛   and while we all know i’m just as cute, if not cuter, it’s not QUITE true. but close.   ❜

     they’ve turned to face the child-alchemist completely now, and where their hands might have rested on their hips, they now tuck beneath biceps that cross over their chest. 

     a fight would certainly turn a boring night in for the better   —   envy’s fingers flex against muscle, itching to clench into fists themselves    —   but they can’t bring themselves to decide if wiping the floor with the fullmetal alchemist in plain DAYLIGHT within an earshot of CENTRAL COMMAND would really be worth it. 

         ❛   big threats coming from such a small fry   —   has the memory of my beating you near an inch of your life escaped you already? how disappointing.  ❜

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    how could he forget? he knows death, but that night wasn’t death, it was fear, overwhelming, quaking fear. he’s angered, now, truly and -- bitterly, perhaps. he is more than his failures, but this isn’t something that envy needs to hear; he says this in his mind, to himself, a mantra of sorts. briefly, he hears al calling to him, brother, it’s alright to fail, to make mistakes. you’re human. but he can’t afford to make mistakes like that, not when   --

       ❛  i was goin’ easy on y’.   ❜  but he wasn’t. it was his all, every last bit of his soul and fight was put into that, and he’d fallen too far.   ❛   two-on-one though, dont’cha think it was a little tipped in yer favor? let’s see how y’ do here, not hidden away like some scaredy cat.    ❜

   he can talk it up with the best of them, but unlike so many others, his bite is much worse than his bark  ...   especially when his stature comes into question. it isn’t that what propels him, though. he is petty, all men are, but he is more than willing to put aside his personal feelings for the greater good. it’s what pushes him forward, to take a next step. forward unto battle. 

       ❛  y’ sure y’ don’t wanna take a stronger form?   maybe a dog   --   that way you’d have a much better chance at even striking me.  ❜  but he gulps. wary. scared. a little bit hazy. 

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        it’s the stink of HUMANS, the smell of flesh steadily rotting as each passing second drags on and on around them  (  when you are as old as THEY are, the very embodiment of a sin one man has committed, the very sin MANY men have committed in the face of their so-called GOD, that time seems to deteriorate and demerit ever slower, leaving nothing but inevitable impatience in its wake ), that makes envy’s stomach churn, makes something tug at the corners of their mouth a half-frown when they’ve only just accomplished their task at hand   …  

         a task full of malicious intent, of course, but innocent enough in the eyes of a homunculus KNOWN for their cruelty. UNFORTUNATELY, only a few died during the course of action, as bloodshed was preferred to be kept at a minimum, much to the complaint of envy, but the evidence still permeates at the front of their FALSE-DISGUISE, and it absolutely reeks. 

        so forgive them the disgusted sound they make as they round the corner, as the air sizzles and the matter making up the flesh made ONLY to deceive shifts into something more DELIGHTFULLY ADORABLE, just as before. the uniform is shucked, revealing the black material that has become something ICONIC of them, and is only barely tossed haphazardly into the massive disposal bin conveniently placed, when the voice of one very seemingly-irritated fullmetal shrimp echoes behind them. 

            oh? if things weren’t interesting before, they certainly were now.

        a twist of their head, gaze cast over the slim blade of their shoulder with gloved palms placed COYLY at their hips, envy casts their rebuttal,  ❛   i should be asking you the same, PIPSQUEAK. wandering into situations you aren’t WELCOME seems to have become quite the talent of yours.   ❜

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   it says something about the folly of man, that something so clearly designed to irritate is as successful as it is. a sharp intake of breath, he steps from the shadows, vein popping at the center of his forehead ( al always talks about counting backwards from ten, but here, it won’t work ). there’s a moment or two where he allows the people to pass behind him, nary a care in the world. how they’d fight, if they knew, oh god, if they knew. 

        ❛   I AIN’T SHORT DAMN IT!   ❜   he calms, almost immediately, as if the anger were merely an act. and, perhaps it is. a soft clear of the throat.  ❛  ‘sides, yer not much better, are ya?  ❜  

    he’s wary, and understandably so. his right arm aches with something like a phantom pain ( but it’s not just a phantom, not when he remembers how it feels when it’s hot, when it’s cold, but now it’s always hollow ) and he allows it a voluntary twitch. it shifts through the red cloth as he takes a step closer, boots pressed firmly into the ground   ...   any harder and he could very well have broken ground on his ire alone. 

      ❛   Last I checked, y’ weren’t very welcome here, either. Why can’t y’ just give up already?  ❜  part of him wonders if that wariness is fear, maybe it is. his knees shake, only just, but he steadies himself almost immediately. just like the anger, just like everything else.   ❛  Or am I gonna have t’ beat y’ inta submission?   ❜   a smirk. 

  still wary. still ed.

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       ❛  howdaretheycallmeshorti’mnotshorti’mjustalittlestuntedi’llshowthemi’llmakethem --   ❜

  grumbling, interrupted. the streets of central are ever bustling   ...   continuing onward the guise of naivety every citizen harbors. and why not? they’re smiling, so let them smile. let him carry the weight ( it hurts, doesn’t it? ) for all of them. he’s done it for this long, so just a little longer. but it isn’t this ever present feeling of a weight crushing down on his shoulders that causes his childish stomping to cease; it’s the gait of another state alchemist nearby, he, too, wandering the streets. it’s slow, and deliberate, slipping into a nearby alley  --   it isn’t the normal dignified walk most state alchemist’s carry. coat flowing ever behind edward, he follows the alchemist into the alleyway, silently, sticking to the shadows. and then   ...   it’s familiar, he realizes, the way the man’s body shifts, he’s seen it countless times before. even as the uniform becomes much looser on the new body, edward elric is resigned to the shadows, watching. 

   he knows. 

       ❛    What are you doing here?   ❜   bitter, the flavor of choice for the eldest elric. 

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jumpin’ in the shower to escape from this hundred degree weather for a bit !

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hiroyuki sawano’s soundtracks always give me so much muse for being in the anime comm tbh

a lot of people aren’t a fan of his composing style but i love it a lot honestly -- especially his more vocal-centric works like MKAlieZ or Bre@th//less. 

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                                                 oh g o d   –   what have i done?

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@arroganceborn cant even remember the canon to their own au they helped me create ://///////

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                                                 oh g o d   --   what have i done?

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this one goes out to my man @shattersun 

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gET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

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the first thing that happens when i come back is get called short

i cannot believe the lot of you jfc

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yer' killin' me, SMALLS!

     hey i think i got somethin’ for u

dont get greedy with these jokes punkass

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hi little alchemist ~

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why dont u go play in a street or something

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pipsqueak

im gonna beat ur fuckin ass call me a pipsqueak