#alch7201

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Knock knock i am here for the wip ask game!! ALCH7201 please hehe

(Tag game) So, this is actually the second ask (first one here) for ALCH7201, which means I get to talk about something else about the fic than the general premise, heheh.

Given that ALCH7201 depicts Ed in 1924 going back ten years to 1914 (early-on in the manga slash Brotherhood, sometime in the spring), we now have a very real & canonical threat of the Homunculi present to deal with. Their whole shit has been fascinating to unravel and work with another Ed, because—right, we’re working with a post-PD Ed, he should be a very viable sacrifice, but he can’t open his own Gate.

That’s kinda sorta fuckin’ required to be a sacrifice, given that Roy saw his own, right? Like he could open a Gate, but not his own, and he can’t build that big ol’ door for Father to take hold of Truth. So he’s in this dire situation if the Homuculi ever find out his position and the truth of his reality. It suddenly goes from, ‘great, he can do human transmutation; a new sacrifice!’ to ‘WDYM he doesn’t have a Gate and can’t do alchemy naturally? [frog blink]’

And then they’d try to kill him, of course. Obviously having someone a decade into the future is a bit of a detriment to the ‘genocide everyone’ plan.

Here’s a snippet (fresh from my brain):

Truth’s domain is endless—blindingly bright, white. It’s got curves if your eyes can stand looking outward towards infinity long enough, but the floor beneath you is flat. Behind him, there’s a Gate embroidered with flame and a tree, all interwoven upon each other like braided bread—or snakes.

“You figured out something clever this time, I must admit, Edward Elric! Using what I told you before, are you?”

“Me and my tricks,” Ed says easily. He does think about what it told him long ago—winning its game, beating it with its own system—by just knowing people. Connecting with them. Living because of them. “You’re the one who told me that I ‘won it all.’ I don’t play take-backsies,” Ed says, with a small laugh accompanying his words under his breath.

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ALCH7201?

(Fun fact: I have my own Prof!Ed fic coming! Well, the prequel to my Prof!Ed series xD I discovered a massive plothole a couple weeks ago)

(Tag game) I got two asks for this wip, so I’ll try to give you guys different stuff!

ALCH7201 Alchemic Innovation is my time-travel fic, continuing on the Prof. Ed universe, a couple of years after ALCH5501 ends. I mentioned it in my ending author’s note in Vertices, too. It is the sequel fic to my Prof. Ed au, while you’re writing your prequel fic; all things in balance, hehe.

It’s gonna be such a fucking beast but I’m pretty stoked for it—I’m expecting it to be over 100k in its entirety, should everything go smoothly. I consider the general premise to be canon to Prof. Ed’s universe, regardless of whether he actually time-travels from it or not. I just like putting Ed in the trenches and making his character really stretch his wings here about it.

Here’s a snippet (of my first try-out of the premise, to work out any kinks in advance):

There is frequently this very specific look that people who have Philosopher’s Stones have. It’s somewhere between total, untethered-to-reality arrogance and an air of knowing they’ve gotten away with something. It’s the same look every single time, every single person that Ed has seen use or carry one, it’s the same. You caught me. Aren’t I bad? 

Otto begins to smile, feral with the joy that healing with a Stone gives someone. A morally unobtrusive, purely chemical way the Stones makes you feel—Roy and Ling have discussed this exact feeling with Ed extensively in the past. Stones made them feel more than alive, a sort of deranged joy that is able to be physically felt in one’s body, like a foreign body traveling through.

Roy only used a Stone once, so the feeling couldn’t hook inside of him the way Ling said it used to for him with Greed back when they first fused into one body. More recently, Ling and and Greed described it as thorns creeping into their bloodstream, but feeling too good to remove. The happiness fills you until it aches.