#automailheart

[fatestains]

ED HEADCANON 002.

ed and win//ry have three kids. their oldest: nikolaus “niko” elr.ic is named for the famed alchemist nicholas flamel, who is also believed to have made the first philosopher’s stone. their middle child and eldest daughter is sara elr.ic, named for winry’s mother, and their youngest is trisha elr.ic, named for ed’s mom.

[fatestains]

automailheart replied to your post: we don’t deserve al

NO ONE DESERVES WINRY

automailheart replied to your post: we don’t deserve al

except maybe winry

WINRY ROCKBELL IS A GIFT FROM THE GODS

[fatestains]

               he’s greeted with a throbbing head, a foggy haze settling across his brain, like he’d gotten a face-full of one of alfons’s rockets. right arm draped over his face (contorted in the bright light streaming through the window---wait, since when was munich ever not cloudy?) only to be greeted by the cool sting of metal. wait---his arm wasn’t made of steel.

               it’s with a jolt that he fully awakens, amber eyes flying open (only to squint from the shock of the light---damn it, why was it so bright in here?). where were the sounds of the cars? the chatter of the people on the streets? by this hour, he’d surely have heard gracia talking to a customer down below. “wh-what the hell....” this isn’t even his apartment. this isn’t his bedroom. 

               in a split second, he’s on his feet, charging from the open, airy (familiar, familiar--no, it’s not. is it?) room, into the area beyond. he’s greeted with the smell of food, the sight of blonde hair piled up in a bun. chest heaves in relief. he knows that silhouette, there must just be some confusion----it’s all fine. fine. fine. the countryside. he must have gone with her to visit her grandmother. that’s right. that’s right. with a wide yawn, he stretches, ignoring the twinge of the metal (still strange, like a dream. a dream?) as he pads heavily into the kitchen. “mornin’ winifred.” / starter for @automailheart.

[avargrii-blog]

     ❝  now i don’t know if you can tell, doll,   but i am gonna go ahead and be straight forward with ya here.   I’M NOT A GOOD GUY.  ❞   SHE IS PURE.   it only took one glance upon her, and from it, she resonated with a sort of virtue. one of which surly, he had to not one bit of familiarity to,  FOR HE IS SIN.   eyes burrow down, his attention intently casted onto her. not long was it before a slight smirk graced the corners of his lips,   nearly showing the teeth which could only be described as that of which belongs only to devils.   yet what more is he, THAN JUST THAT.      a slight shrug was spared.    ❝  buuut you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that.   i’m not the sort of guy that fights girls or anything.  ❞ @automailheart      ❤ ‘ed