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[calangkoh]

So you know I’m alive and 03 always reenters my brain, here’s a preview of a one-shot I’m working on because I was gonna make a post about the unfortunate fact that Ed was stuck with Hohenheim in the other world anyway

[alwrath]

Loved your post about Al's soul! It's actually something I believed when I first watched the series, though it soon flew out of mind and now I just remembered it upon seeing your post. Though personally I'd take it a step further and say maybe CoS Al isn't even the original Al but instead a "perfect humonculi" so to speak, sort of a better Pride. These asks are too short to ramble further, so pardon my random ask but I love your fma posts!

Thank you so much!! A tumblr friend of mine actually is on a similar track of thinking with the nature of Al in CoS. I was going to link her post but I saw you just reblogged it as well. (for anyone who wants to see some theorizing of CoS!Al as a perfect homonculus, cool post here)

I am a serial 03-rewatcher, I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head since 2011ish (for reasons mentioned in the post), and for that reason I was actually scared to post it because I didn’t want to explain my reasoning badly and have no one consider it. I’m really really glad that people have liked it and been able to following my reasoning!

I have my own theories concerning CoS/souls/ect but I’m still trying to figure out how to word everything. Glad to know there’s other people on-board the 03 theory train with me!!

[scarwasright]

@calangkoh pls forgive my formatting bc mobile! I am almost positive that I am the only person on here who semi regularly farts things out for this ship (budgebuttons is my art blog), so on the rare occasion that someone goes through my tags or their Likes or something there'll be a mini influx of it lmao. Tbh it's my #1 ship, but giving a fuck about these characters is often like screaming into a void so I don't draw things or write anything of remote substance super often.

[calangkoh]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Along with being stuck in a world without alchemy or automail, with some serious unaddressed fresh wounds, Edward also had to be stuck with his bastard of a father.

Quick one-shot addressing the time skip between Ed's sacrifice and the final scene of FMA2003 (before CoS)

~2k words

[calangkoh]

al, fma03 episode 51: my brother deserves to live way more than me and my life is worthless anyway. i shall sacrifice myself to bring my brother back.

ed, 5 minutes later:

al: BROTHER NO

[calangkoh]

just a little to the left snippet#1

[ive got a few character/relationship fleshing out snippet ideas for the roleswap au, so here’s number one! ill post them all on ao3 eventually]

[snippet #2]

Fucking Alphonse.

You leave your dumbass brother alone for two minutes and he disappears off the face of the earth.

Edward stampeded through the castle halls, a castle that Al thought, and he quote, “isn’t THAT menacing.” Ed would have laughed if he wasn’t contemplating murder.

Yeah, Al, I’m sure that’s it. This castle looks ominous as all hell because the owners are going through hard times.

Not because the owner of the castle is a madman with literal bodies in his basement.

So right now Edward’s hit list consisted of 1. Alphonse for being an idiot, 2. said madman, and 3. Colonel Bastard for putting them in this situation.

“Just a simple assignment my ass,” Edward muttered, ripping open another door off its hinges. “Yeah, another assignment that puts my brother in jeopardy for you to get more tacky stars on your gaudy uniform.”

The closet was empty, so he discarded the now useless piece of wood to add to the breadcrumb trail of massacred doors behind him.

Muffled yelling sliced through the red haze clouding his vision.

“AL?!”

A diminished “brother!” came from further down the hall. With no hesitation, Edward crashed through the door, wood splintering and raining on his (alive!) brother.

Alphonse lowered the arms shielding his face. His wrists were tied tightly with ropes and some blood trickled from his temple, which moved the madman up a slot on his list.

“Brother, you could have hurt me!” Al rubbed at his face. “You got dust in my eyes,” he whined.

Edward fumed, red eyes burning bright into soft hazel.

“OH I’M GONNA DO A LOT WORSE! What were you thinking?!”

Al averted his eyes as Ed got to work on the ropes with his bulky armored gloves adding a layer of difficulty, “He told me he was going to show me his research into the philosopher’s stone and he knocked me out and locked me in here.”

“Might as well have offered you candy or to pet his puppies, goddammit Al, how many times do you have to get kidnapped before you stop falling for these assholes’ sob stories and cheap tricks?!”

Al stuck his lip out in a feigned pout, but embarrassment was written on his cheeks in hot pink, “At least one more,” he deadpanned.

Ed let out a groan that just reverberated through his metal body. He gave up trying to untie the ropes and opted to take his head off and use the point to snap them apart. They’ll work on the wrists later.

“Great! Thanks, Brother! Now hurry, let’s go!”

Al started to run ahead, all too eager to run right back into danger, which was his job goddammit! He shoulda just left his brother here and taken care of the deranged asshole himself.

“You know ‘gullible’ is written on the ceiling!” Ed called after him.

Al barked back a sarcastic laugh.

[calangkoh]

just a little to the left snippet #2

[snippet#1]

“Think I’ll get a stamp in my frequent flyer card?” Alphonse grinned sheepishly.

Winry slammed the door behind her and shot daggers at Edward, who despite the armor, emoted with all indignation possible.

“Wha—agh—why do you always look at me?! Don’t act like he’s so innocent!”

“Because Al actually has that little voice in his head to keep him from doing stupid things, while your head is just an echo chamber of bad decisions!”

“If that’s the case why is Al the one in the hospital bed for the third time this month?”

Al sighed and laid his aching head back on the pillow, tuning out the senile bickering that continued on even as Winry began work on his arm.

Even if the arguing was a little stressful to be a bystander to, at least without any popcorn, it was a good break of tension between him and Ed.

Lab Five was without a doubt the second worst night of his life. And now Ed was mad at him and he had a good idea why. Ed was always mad, but this was a different brand. He wasn’t screaming at him and calling him an idiot. Hell hath frozen over. His fiery outrage was replaced by a cold fury.

Winry and Ed’s blabbing had died out and Al caught the tail end of the conversation.

“…fighting about?”

Al, who had been winning the staring contest with the ceiling, forfeited the contest to refocus his eyes on her. Winry noted Al’s disorientation and repeated for him.

“I said what are you two fighting about?”

“Who said we were fighting?” Ed sneered.

“Oh, well, um, I actually. I…it’s complicated,” Al whispered.

“So explain it,” Winry demanded.

Al just grimaced. Ed also stayed quiet. Winry got angry, then Ed got angry, because that’s what everyone did apparently, to Al’s annoyance. Thankfully Hughes arrived just in time to remove Edward from the equation, to get away from his sorry excuse for a brother.

“It’s Ed’s birthday and all he got is another year stuck in that armor,” Al muttered.

Winry paused, “Is that what you’re fighting over?”

“It’s gotta be. Right? I mean, I stuck him in there, because I was selfish. I’m a terrible person and brother.”

Winry chuckled, “Oh Al, you gave up your right arm to save his life. You’re the farthest thing from selfish.”

Al muttered something else, Winry had to lean in to hear him.

“What was that?”

Al groaned, “I said I didn’t do it to save his life.”

Winry blanched, utterly confused , “What do you mean?”

Al screamed Ed’s name about twenty times into the purple and black haze of their botched transmutation. He had disappeared right in front of him and he knew he wasn’t coming back.

“No! Give him back! Please!”

The wind howled around him, his vision was spotted from the blood loss, the pain of his leg just peripheral to the fear gripping his heart.

“I can’t do it alone, Ed, please!” His voice cracked with barely restrained sobs. In less than five seconds Al perceived his whole life without his brother, the only person he had left, completely alone to face what they’d always faced as a team. Part of him even burned with bitterness. Ed reassured him over and over, handwaved every one of Al’s concerns, and now he leaves him alone with the consequences?

He crawled over to the antique armor that had clattered to the floor, crying out with each movement. He knew what to do, he didn’t know how, but the knowledge was just there. He painted the transmutation circle with his blood on the old metal.

“He’s all I have! He can’t do this to me! I need him! Give him back!”

A clap of thunder and the storm came to a sudden halt.

“I mean that when I did the transmutation, I wasn’t thinking of Edward, I was thinking of myself. I didn’t wanna be left alone. I stuck him in that prison because I was afraid for myself, not for him. And now he blames me.”

Winry let his words sink in for a moment and put down her tools.

“Al, Ed may not say it often, but he adores you. You’re the most important person in the world to him. I don’t think he’s capable of blaming you for anything. He most likely blames himself. You should talk to him about it.”

Al scoffed, “Like he’d wanna talk about anything.”

“You have to make him. He likes to run away from his feelings, but if he knew you were hurting, that you were sitting here blaming yourself and thinking, wrongly I might add, that you’re a bad brother, he wouldn’t give it a second thought. He’d do everything to make sure you’re okay.”

Al pursed his lips, “I don’t deserve him.”

Winry laughed, “Oh you two deserve each other, trust me. Two annoying peas in a pod. Look, you were under immense stress and in the face of a terrible tragedy. You saved Ed’s life. You can’t beat yourself up what your emotions and instincts were telling you at the time to survive. You’re not a bad person, Al. Now talk to Ed when he comes back, okay?”

Al sighed.

“Okay.”

[calangkoh]

bonus content from ye old hamilton series

it’s just this video, but i added more to “the room where it happens” (new stuff starting at 0:52) because i saw that i cut it off before the best part of the song like a coward