#edward eric

[as-warm-as-choco]

Reading fma at the library and arakawa's extras and omake are giving me life X_X

[freak-vy]

Finished! I just love punk shit 😍 you can buy them as stickers on redbubble here!

[kattythingz]

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you...?

The only thing better than an edling Hamilton AU is an edling Hamilton au with Nina. Because I said so.

Bonus written companion piece and original screenshot under the cut:

“Why do you want someone like me as your daddy, Nina?” he asks her after a long pause. His voice is raspy with a nameless emotion.

“What?” Nina says, not quite hearing him, muffled as his voice is in her hair.

“I... I’m no good for you,” he confesses, sinner to an altar so tiny and precious in his arms. “I can be the best big brother that you need, but I—I don’t know how to be a good daddy for you. I barely know what a good daddy is. You don’t want me, Nina.”

Nina’s silent for a moment.

Ed fears he’s said too much—of course, he did! How could he run his mouth like that and dump all his issues on a child? She doesn’t deserve that burden! He just keeps fucking up—! 

“Silly Daddy.”

Nina’s words shake Ed to his core.

He’s still frozen when she raises her tiny arms to hug him tighter.

“I know you’re not a good daddy yet,” she says kindly, like the premonition of those exact words hasn’t terrified Ed since the day she walked up to him shyly and asked him the first time, Can I call you Daddy? “But I still like you.”

“Why?” The question tears horribly out of him.

Nina giggles. “Because you love me and Alexander.”

Such a simple answer; is that really all it takes?

Ed doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until Nina pats the back of his head. The gesture would’ve been mocking from anyone else, but never from her. Never from this sweet, precious child, that’s come to mean so much to him, sins of the past be damned.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” she says, and Ed’s vision really blurs that time. “I love you too.”

“You silly girl,” Ed chokes out, and can only squeeze her closer.

[darkpersonapeace]

16 with edwin for the prompt thing? 🥺

Edward pushes the door, the doorknob creaking with movement as he carefully peeks inside. The room is silent, no lights on, no windows open. There's no one around, except for the lean silhouette against the balcony open.

He closes the door – that could hardly be called that since from the outside is a book shelf against the wall – and steps towards her. He knew it was better to keep his distance after the commotion. He had an image to sustain and more than that, he had his own anger and hatred to deal with it. He wanted to kill them, rip their throat out, send a message to anyone who tried to touch her. But he couldn't.

Edward sighs and that's enough to alert her of his presence. She turns, her eyes infinity oceans, her blue and white chiton falling to the ground. He hates this. Hates how everything is so complicated.

"Did they catch them?"

He takes a step closer to her. "You already know the answer for that."

Winry sighs and turns her head, gazing at the outside garden. She always loved Xerxes gardens more even than its library. He gets close enough to count her pretty freckles, his fingers nothing more than whisper against hers; he feels like she'll disappear before his eyes.

"You shouldn't be here," Winry says in a choked voice. "You know that."

"I had to make sure you were okay." Edward gazes her face kindly, noticing the dark bruise on her left cheek. Instantly, his blood boils. and he feels his hand shake. "Can I come in?"

She chuckles. "You're already here."

"I can leave if you want," As much as it pains him, he would leave if that's what she wants. Or needs. "If you want to be alone–"

"No," her hand grabs his wrist. "No, I–"

Edward can see the conflict in her eyes, the unshed tears, the pain. He hates it. He hates everything. He hates his father for what he's doing. He hates himself for not stopping the attacker. Hates himself for being so powerless, so human.

Instantly, Edward steps forward and embraces her, his arms circling her waist, his face pressed against her shoulder. She's warm and so small against him. Sometimes he forgets she's just a girl, a normal person like him, trapped inside this world of greatness and danger.

Edward breaths against her shoulder, feeling her body shake with sobs. He steps back, only just a little, and presses his forehead against hers, breathing her in. His thumb wipes the tears from her cheek.

"I'm sorry, my love." he whispers.

I'm sorry that we are in the opposite sides of this war.

I'm sorry someone tried to hurt you today.

I'm sorry that I can't stay away from you. I love you so much.

I'd give up the throne if that meant to keep you safe.

"I know," she says against his lips.

[thebirdink-blog]

Ed 02

[murrmernator]

So obviously I have lost my mind.

Some points of interest:

I don’t really understand how underwear worked at this time?? Not a lot of references/confusing information. So this might be a little ~avant garde~ for the era but Ed is all about progress, right?

Previously I’ve drawn him in Chelsea boots but upon closer inspection it turns out he’s canonically wearing harness boots (most of the time??? anyway???) so I’ve adjusted accordingly

Went for suspenders instead of a belt because suspenders were a little more common at the time and also... I love them

The coat is a duster coat, which came into fashion after motorcars became a thing, to protect people’s clothes from the dust they kicked up. Typically they were light in colour, but Ed... is not known for his refined taste

Generally, he’s sort of dressed to the nines in an attempt to inspire some respect, although the effect in reality is pretty humourous because he just looks like a child running around in a grown gentleman’s clothes

People of the era would have always worn hats when out and about, but I feel like Ed probably finds hats annoying (or at least, I find them annoying to draw and his hair is so nice and fun on it’s own)

There’s no symbol on the back of the duster, but if you look closely you’ll see it pinned to the lapel of his suit

His clothes (especially his pants) fit a little looser than a gentleman of the time would have worn them, but our boy needs room to move and traditional fabrics are not known for their stretch

[justafaller]

“Overturned Desolation” page 5

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This is the final page! My bad for turning a royed prompt into a five page comic but I couldn’t resist lmao

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Here are links to all of the pages:

Page 1

Page 2

Page 3

Page 4

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@royed-month

[skialdi]

When your C.O is an idiot and doesn't react to threats the way he should...