#bratjas

[madefate-a]

       ❛ Ed -- c’mon, wait up !! ❜ It’d probably be wiser to save his breath and try to run faster, but Al can’t help the protest that bubbles to his lips, expression harried and breath labored as he sprints up the last stretch of the hill. ( even tinged with pouty desperation, it’s still just a whine. )

// @bratjas • call. 

[mekhanika]

Headcanon!

Edward’s hair will always be Winry’s favorite color!

[armorian-a-blog]

&&. new lands.  VERSE: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU

The youngest of two princes, Alphonse Elric was raised nearly identically to his brother, though never expected to take the throne like Edward would someday.  Still given a formal education and lessons on etiquette, Alphonse found hmself without a real sense of purpose, and so developed the fatal flaw of self-sacrifice.  So fatal was this flaw the night the two brothers were cursed.  Edward in all his brilliance had managed to anger an enchantress, who was prepared to curse him.  Alphonse begged her to spare his brother, throwing himself into the fire instead.  However, the enchantress cursed him as well, for his self-sacrificial nature, and cursed his brother as well.  Alphonse was trapped within the castle paintings, able to move through them at will and travel through the castle, but never able to leave them.

Alphonse’s curse comes with a time limit, just as Ed’s does.  He was cursed for self-sacrifice, and if he cannot learn to put value in himself, he’s doomed to become a lifeless painting, forever trapped on the walls of the castle he once called home.

[halfofxerxes-a]

                    @bratjas wanted a starter

         He’s been stumbling around blindly for a while, irritation slowly growing every second he can’t find his glasses. He set them down to stretch for a moment and now they’re just... Gone. He’s checked his head and around his neck, around the area he was sitting in, but... Nothing.

       “Edward-- Goddamn it... EDWARD... Can you come here? I need some help...”

[armorian-a-blog]

@bratjas // previously.

although alphonse KNOWS it does not show on his face, he can’t help but FEEL an overwhelming panic at the SIGHT of blood coming from his brother, the kind that would make his BLOOD run cold in his veins.  he is more SCARED than he has been in a while, hasn’t seen THIS much blood since the night he lost his body and woke up in the ARMOR, ed missing TWO limbs.  all that occurs to him is that something is WRONG, and he doesn’t know WHAT.

❝ brother !! ❞

his voice is SHRILL as edward collapses, immediately trying to make SENSE of the situation, but his MIND is racing, BLANK.  without thinking, he COLLECTS his brother from the ground, looking around in a PANIC, and once he can see the HOSPITAL, he runs.

[halfofxerxes-a]

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scoots a (possible) third grandchild ur way

      He’s got big arms bring em on.

[mekhanika]

[madefate-a]

015. fist bump ( alphonse ♡ )

▉▊▋✕. ( soft. accepting. ) 

       ❛ Man, it really feels like that hill got bigger. ❜ It’s not the first time since they’ve been back that he’s made the trek -- though it is the first without the crutch and Alphonse would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling the strain. So he’s not going it; as truly, absolutely incredible ( unbelievable, extraordinary ) as it is to be comprised of flesh and blood again, and while he can’t, will never, begrudge the painstakingly slow process of rebuilding his muscles -- he can’t help the good natured complaining. 

       Busy regaining his breath and kneading the heel of one palm into his thigh, it takes him a second to realize that he is seeing something in the periphery of his vision -- and laughs when he recognizes Ed holding his fist out, waiting for reciprocation. So Al obliges heartily, knocking their knuckles together, flesh on flesh and both of them stronger with every passing day. 

       ❛ --- But nothing beats that view. ❜  

       His voice is warm -- with nostalgia, affection, gratitude, a simple and quiet joy. The world is wide and in time, it will beckon them. He wonders if Brother feels the pull already, to seek sights beyond the verdant, rolling hills of Resembool. But that’s just fine. They’ll get out there again and soon. That doesn’t mean that it isn’t beautiful, to watch the sun set from where they have sprawled at the peak. Together.