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( @ghostboy-291 is having a bit of trouble. )

He'd wanted to find a library. And... he found one, alright, but definitely not the one he'd been looking for. He can't even read the books here very well, and he's thankful that he hadn't worn his typical clothes today because everyone in this library is dressed totally differently. Pale hands pull his coat tighter around his shoulders as he tries to hide amongst the many shelves, crouched in a back corner. There are too many people here. He doesn't like it at all. Maybe he can just wait for everyone to leave, and then he can ask for his friends to help him get back to the correct plane or realm. This isn't the first time he's come to the wrong place. It's fine. He can get home. He's sure of it. They need to stay hidden for now, though. All of them, Allister included. Deep breaths are shakily pulled in through his mask, though when he lays eyes on two people who have turned and found his spot, his composure falls entirely apart. He can't even run and there's nowhere to run. Not with a boy who looks taller and much stronger than him and a second person in a suit of armor who's big enough to cast a shadow over the whole aisle. He can't get past them. As long as they don't see his face and the tears that have started to sting at his eyes, he'll be okay... hopefully. "... I... I was just... going to leave," he stammers out. "Can... Can I get by? I- I'm lost and I should... try to find my way back... um... before it gets too late in the day."

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ This little fucker looks like he's about to cry. The elder of the alchemist pair frowns when he looks at him and he doesn't know how this kid got his ass lost in here but he did. The mask is a little fucked up but it's kinda badass looking in all honesty. Yeah actually, the more he looks at it - the more he likes it and he thinks it's pretty fucking sick.

So the blond approaches and crouches down to the hiding boy's level and tries to give him a smile. He's just a kid, so there's not really a reason to be a dick to him. He's already said he's lost.

"If yer lost then maybe we c'n help." He offers. " 'm Edward n' that's m'litle brother, Al. You new 'round 'ere? Look s'okay. You ain't gotta b' scared. If ya need ta go somewhere, we could show ya if ya want. Probably easier than wanderin' 'round lost. Central's a big ass place n' you'd probably only git lost again."

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Whaddaya Want? || Accepting  

@angcrmanagcmcnt​ got all fuckin’ sappy 

" If I could do everythin' all over again, I don' think I'd do anythin' different. 'Cause I got t'meet you. "

It’s a sweet sentiment. It’s a nice idea, and it’s pretty words. He almost is in the back of his mind groaning because he’s positive she knows by now how much he both hates and loves pretty words. It’s when pretty words aren’t paired with some kind of action that it sets his mind on fire and right now she’s doing just that.  He loves her. He adores her. He loves the other one lurking in the back of her mind that doesn’t talk to him much but he trusts far more with the contents of his kitchen.

Oh shit is that what is sentimental distraction is about?  That little asshole.  

“I love ya too Ly’ but what’s this really ‘bout? You ain’t the sentimental type n’ anytime anyone gits emotional yer the first one who’s backed away with a thirty foot pole. So out with it, whaddaya do ta m’kitchen? How much shit d’ya burn n’ whadda I gotta replace? Wait - didya - didju fuck up m’stand mixer?! Papa jus’ got m’that fer Christmas Ly’!”

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@sanguinehaven​ asked:

(Need to hear)

*You're loved and you'll be remembered. Remember to be kind to yourself, you'll be okay.

This strange looking person has the alchemist staring at them and he doesn’t quite know what to say. It’s always one thing to have someone who knows him tell him these things but it’s always worse when it’s a stranger. He hates it when it’s a stranger. It’s like those crazy people who worship make believe Gods that love to take his hands and say they’ll keep him and his brother in their “thoughts and prayers”.  Isn’t that just a way of copping out and saying you don’t really wanna do anything about it? Isn’t that what this is? 

“Ehhh, right .” He sounds with a draw to his voice as he makes a face at this person trying to figure out if he’s seen them before. It’s more likely that they’ve seen him. Rumors of the Fullmetal Alchemist are every where after all. 

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@stonedeafdog​ asked:

He’s taking up a whole table in one of the libraries. And it looks like he’s in some kind of deep thought — there’s tons of his own books on the table , and if someone were to look in them they’d only seen a ton of floral arrangements. There’s a ton of unpressed flowers on the table as well — he’s going to press them into his book. It’s a hobby he picked up while he waited for his legs to be done — he’s so deep in thought he doesn’t realize someone else came in.

“Those’re Chrysanthemums aren’t they?” The younger alchemist sounds as he looks over the table that has been filled flowers and books in every which way the current owner of the table could manage.  He had no idea that Emil of all people kept flowers like this but he, of all people, is not the one who’s going to judge him. Maybe they held some kind of sentimental value - he didn’t know.  His own journal was filled with newspaper articles and letters that he’d kept or been given over the years. 

There was a necklace around his neck that never left since Winry gave it to him for his birthday. There so many things he held value in that others might find odd, so who was he to judge if Emil pressed flowers? 

His hand is raised and pointing at the flower in question as he asks his question - wondering if the other alchemist can even hear him. He looks so lost in thought. It’d be nice if they could have a conversation for once where they aren’t yelling at each other. 

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Part 2 of my Picrew adventures for Ed.  Mass Dump blamed on my brother @valiant-noble-soul  as usual.  This is all Al’s fault. 

Alternate: 

And this one Featuring Hairstyles: 

[Part 1] [Part 2]  to be continued in part 3. 

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@theyoungprinceling asked:

Ling patted Edward's shoulder and cleared his throat to get his full attention. He pulled out a long red scarf from behind his back. On one end it started with the lightest shade of red and continued to get into darker shades as it went all the way to the other end. Two golden E's were stitched onto one of the ends for Ed's initials. "I had some time on my hands and while I can't bake, I can crochet. So, I thought I'd make something for you. I'm sorry it's so long but it isn't long enough that it'll reach the floor, so you don't have to worry about tripping over it. Do whatever you please with it. It's all yours."

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Ling has presented him with a long scarf, red and handmade. There are two golden Es stitched into the end of it and if he can see anything in the piece of clothing that's been handed to him - it's care.

There's nothing else to do with such a thing other than loosely wrapping the scarf around his neck and letting it drape over his shoulders ever so slightly. It's warm and it's getting colder he knows it's going to get much use in coming days.

It feels like an opportunity for fair trade. Equivalent Exchange if you will as his lips stretch out into a smile and golden eyes shift to look to the other teen.

"You c'n't bake, but I c'n. Got any'hin' on yer mind? I'll see what I c'n pull toge'her. Let's go git lunch. M'treat."

He's simply not taking No for an answer today.

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blindfoldcd asked:

( @loyaltyforged ) She definitely didn't silently slip in through a window and help herself to a bowl of whatever edible food he had lying around. No sir-ee...

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ He stops to stare at her while she happily sets on the hotel couch just to slurp away at the soup he'd just ordered from room service. How do they do that? When did she even get here?

"Lan Fan." He starts gnashing his teeth together as he growls a bit in annoyance. "Is there a reason yer in m'fuckin' hotel room eatin' m'food? If yer here that means 'e ain't far behind. Where's yer dumbass prince?"