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@flameleads said: Dear Diary

Dear Diary. | Accepting!

The Flame Alchemist would find a balled up piece of paper. Upon unfurling it, it seems to be a page out of Anger’s journal. The entry is recent, only a few days old, and obviously not written in Anger’s messy hand. It’s neater, with almost printed lettering.

It hurts again, I can’t make it go away. It’s hurting more and more and I hate it. I don’t know why it won’t go away either and that only makes me more mad. I don’t wanna feel like this, I don’t want to be mad because that’s why everything bad happened because I was mad and I shouldn’t have been.

Being angry is bad. I’m like this because I was mad and if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t be like this and everything would be okay. I don’t like feeling that hole. I don’t like remembering all the red. Dad’s hands were red and my shirt and jacket was blue but it turned red too. I don’t like seeing blood. It makes the hurt come back. I can still feel the hole and it won’t stop hurting, now. It’s gone but it won’t stop hurting

There’s a small note in the entry at this point; it’s a time of day, several hours after the time listed at the top of the page.

It’s gone now. Kinda. It’s still there. It’s better, though. It doesn’t hurt like it did, but there’s still the ache.

I just want things to be like they used to. I don’t hate it now, I like Mr. Mustang and Edward and Alphonse and everyone else. But I just want to be me again. I want to be me and I don’t wanna share my body anymore, but I don’t think Edward and Alphonse will like it. They like Anger. They know her more. They care about her more, probably. Not that they don’t care about me. I just think that if they had to choose...

Why am I even writing this? This is stupid.

And that was it.

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Anonymous said: 👶

My muse as a child. | Accepting!

“ Who th’hell are you and where’m I??? Where’s Father?? I wanna go home! ”

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@afuhrerswrath said: “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ”

injury/hurt prompts. | No Longer Accepting!

“ But you’re still hurt. ”

Her voice is careful. Almost worried. It was so far removed from the ire-filled tones that the Fuhrer had probably experienced with his youngest sibling in years long gone. Anger had changed, in the time since she’d left the dark caverns beneath Central to go on a wild goose chase in search of her missing sibling. And she had found him.

It took years, but she had found Greed, only to be slapped in the face with the claims that none of her other siblings really cared, and that they never would. One particular line had felt like a backhand.

“Father cares least of all, an’ he’s probably been usin’ your desire for approval against you.”

It hurt. It still hurt, still caused an ache deep down. And that pain had turned into rage because that was what always happened in her little cycle of life. Get mad, get hurt, feel hurt, then rinse and repeat.

The Irritable honestly doesn't even know what she’s doing here. Maybe she thought that screaming out her frustrations into what used to be her little home would help ease the ache. Maybe she sought a more captive audience from one of her siblings, or, dare it even be possible, her creator. Maybe she wanted to ask questions.

Regardless, sore limbs had brought her back to the darkness beneath the center of her little world.

Here was the opportunity for questions. For answers. For yelling and screaming and fighting, and yet something inside wins over those urges and instead she makes an observation, made by young eyes that had seen far too much of the world and voiced by nothing other than a tired child.

But now Anger is silent. There is no fire in violet eyes as she stares up at Wrath. This was the first time she had seen him harmed. The first time she had seen him with his own blood staining his shirt. And that is not what ignites a spark of fear, because she was used to blood at this point. She is scared because Wrath was heralded as Father’s ultimate eye. He could predict any move any opponent could make, and yet here he stood, injured and bloody.

And then comes a question, escaping her before she can find the restraint to keep her mouth shut.

“ You don’t have to do this. You know that, don’t you? ”

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Anonymous said: Must you continue to call Anger a monster though? She isn't one, despite what you try to paint her as. Not nearly as monstrous as your precious father, at any rate

“ I get it, I should know better. Can you stop bashin’ me over th’head with the fact that m’dad isn’t a good person now? Please? Can we go five minutes without it? Maybe ten if you’re nice ‘nough? ”

She’s got half a mind to just ignore these ones if this keeps up.

“ It’s a force’a habit. ‘ve been doin’ it for years and I wasn’t the one who started it. I got it from somewhere. I get it, ‘s a bad thing t’call Anger. ‘m gonna try to stop. M’dad isn’t ‘precious’ t’me. I know he’s done bad things. ‘ve watched him do them. Will you be quiet now? I gotta go start makin’ breakfast. ”

Maybe they’d leave her alone now.

She hopes for as much, at least.

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He's taping a piece of paper to her back when she's not looking

"Please give affirmations at least once a day. Forgets to eat, so please remind. 3 meals a day required, snacks encouraged.

Likes to avoid sleeping. Please make sure she's in bed no later than 10pm. Wakes up at odd and unholy hours, needs as much sleep as possible.

Likes to push herself to encourage naps as much as possible, certified people allowed to give cuddles. If you're not on the list of certified people, don't fucking try I'll break you.

Take to spend time with, and confirm you will love no matter what.

DO NOT SAY SHIT YOU DON'T MEAN.

Please make sure is safe, happy and healthy 100% of the time. If not happy, please assure that it's okay and she's still loved.

YOU HURT HER, I HURT YOU.

Love,

Big Brother."

And he's gone before she even has a chance to notice.

How To Care For the Irritable. | No Longer Accepting.

Anger doesn’t notice it’s there until she’s sat on the floor playing with Tabitha and the cat suddenly moves behind her and bats at something. There’s the distinct sound of paper being smacked at and, rather confused, she stands so Tabby can’t damage whatever’s been put on her back.

It takes a couple tries and a bit of pain, but eventually the paper is no longer taped to her shirt and instead in her hands. Eyes scroll up and down the page; she recognizes this handwriting. Part of her expected it to be a ‘kick me’ sign from one of the Nonnies, another wonders why it’s so long.

A hand reaches to pet the cat as the homunculus sits down on the couch, tilting her head as she begins to read.

A smile forms, soon enough, as she gets further down the page.

And then the Irritable is carefully folding up and then tucking the paper into her pocket. She’d put it in her bag later, but for now...

Maybe she’d be able to ask about making a pie for when Ed got back.

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Anonymous said: we're the hypocrites? we only ask questions and point things out how he reacts to things is up to him, we don't control that. you though - you stop someone who loves him from helping because you refuse to coexist. just like your father then aren't you? rather let people suffer for your own gains then do anything to help another person. you could just as easily help him as she could but he's not worth your time is he

“ Shut up. ”

The first words out of her mouth are venom, so unlike the usual demeanor of sweet little Lyssa. The little lamb of the Elric-Mustang household, so cautious and yet cheerful is so very mad and the anger is rising with every word spoken.

“ You control what y’say. You control what y’do. You see what somethin' y'say does t’him and y'keep doin’ it. ’m so very sorry that I don’t really wanna ‘coexist’ with the thing that took my body from me for, oh, lessee, how many years has it been ‘gain? Five, six? Y'tend to lose track of time when you’re stuck listenin’ to a buncha’ people screaming. ”

The string that keeps the dam together, that holds the floodwaters at bay, is frayed and still breaking.

“ I love m’dad. That doesn’ mean ‘m like him. I know ‘m not an’ nothin’ you say can change that. I make promises n’ I keep ‘em. As for Edward the one y’call Luna he’s definitely worth m’time. I jus’ don’t wanna mess anythin' up or do somethin’ wrong. I don’t know how t’help him. I wanna, but I don’ know and I don’ wanna risk doin’ some kinda damage because I don’ know. ”

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Anonymous said: how many times are you going to let your brother collapse before you do something?

“ The monster isn’t allowed out right now, and it was quiet but you jus’ made it loud. Thanks, nonnie. ” Her tone drips with ire-laced sarcasm.

The monster is screaming now, about letting it out so it could help. Lyssa wanted to stay away from that-related things for the most part. She didn’t want to end up making a mistake. Besides...

“ You nonnies’re all hypocrites. ” She hopes that’s the right word. “ You come here an’ start talkin’ t’me about not doin’ anythin’ when you nonnies are the ones causing Edward’s attacks! Maybe if y’left him alone then he’d be better by now! ”

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@afuhrerswrath said: “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ”

injury/hurt prompts. | Accepting!

“ But you’re still hurt! ” Wide violet eyes stare at her brother, brows furrowed, and the Irritable is worried. He isn’t healing, why isn’t he healing? Where were those little red sparks that happened whenever she got hurt, the ones that took away whatever wound she’d acquired?

Anger doesn’t quite understand what this feeling is. She doesn’t know why her heart is suddenly beating faster, or why she feels...is it scared? Is that it? It makes some kind of sense. Wrath not healing was scary, because he was supposed to, wasn’t he? That’s how homunculi worked, they got hurt and then those red sparks happened and they were okay.