HUMAN */ MONSTER

[yinseal-arc]

sacrifice       that’s what we do for the people we  love.

ind.  &  highly  canon divergent  sakura haruno as penned by  kim.  art cred. personals do not reblog!

[h-moved]

The pain, I can assure you, will be exquisite. As for our deaths, there is nothing to fear. Our names will be written on a thousand walls. Our crimes told and retold by our faithful believers. We shall die together in front of their very eyes and give them something to be haunted by. Come with me and be immortal.

ind. sel. pri. lust the lascivious. told by jovis [ x ]

[shallpunish]

In its purest form, an act of retribution provides symmetry. The rendering payment of crimes against the innocent. But a danger on retaliation lies on the furthering cycle of violence. Still, it’s a risk that must be met; and the 

GREATER  OFFENCE  IS  TO  ALLOW  THE  GUILTY  TO  GO  UNPUNISHED.

personals DO NOT REBLOG.

[creepyscritches]

there’s two kinds of dads and Hohenheim is both

[flareons]

[xerxestone]

lil update?? under a read more bc of some v personal things. tldr; an old illness has flared up and im kinda struggling but going to the doctors so please bare with me for a bit!!

so idk how, what or why but somehow an old eating disorder has got me in its clutches again?? sounds ridiculous but it has and i hate it?? if I'm honest, I think its had me a lot longer than I’d like to admit. whilst never officially diagnosed (bc my parents refused to believe it and wouldn’t take me to a doctors) I’m certain that I have an OSFED (Other Specified Feeding or Eating Disorder) and its coming back to bite me in the ass. however! I'm an adult who doesn’t need their parents to pull them out of school! I’m booking an appointment on monday with my doctor to try and get some actual serious help instead of whatever the hell my parents tried to do. 

Please bare with me, I’m very tired, both mentally and physically. But, I’m not gonna let this stop me! 

thank you for your continued support! 

[goraturtle]

guess who just spent time they should’ve been using to work on homework to make this (volume warning around 19 seconds in)

[xerxestone]

*ding dong* hello! my name is elder soup and I would like to reintroduce a slightly canon-divergent VAN HOHENHEIM! instead of just abandoning his sons once again, he has a little more time to spend with them before he gets dusted sitting besides trisha’s grave. if this interests you please like / reblog and I’ll come check you out!

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[edwardrockbells]

[xerxestone]

pacifism  &  hurt   (  general  headcanons  01  )

Van has never been good at fighting, as a child he’d go round and round with the sons of merchants who couldn’t keep their mouths shut. “Look there's a slave. I wonder if it has fleas?”  But his fists were small and his stomach empty whereas those boys were large and filled, not to mention they never alone. He’d limp back to the masters house and into the shed where they all slept. No. 14 would see him, his eye socket bruise, lips split, body bruised and she’d take pity. But, she also told the Master.

The beatings were never severe and they never left any permanent damage, you can’t damage the merchandise, the master would say but, No. 23 never understood what he meant, not until many years later. But even as an adult, an alchemist in his own right, speaking out of place was punishable, lying was punishable, doing anything the master didn’t like was punishable. 

When Xerxes fell, Van did everything he could to change who he was, to differentiate himself from the Dwarf in the flask and, the his Master. Former Master. He did not take pleasure in seeing his former master die but, he did, most of the souls did once everything stopped and understood what was going on. However, Van didn’t like that feeling, the pleasure that came with watching someone you truly hated die. He is not the Dwarf, who killed a million people to escape a flask and, He is his former Master, who found pleasure in beating his slaves. 

He had asked the Dwarf what pacifism meant once, and it said, “it’s the philosophy of no violence, to sort everything out through talking. What kind of philosophy is that? The only way to do anything is through power and violence!”  The Dwarf always revelled in any act of violence, even almost cheered when Van told him about the fights he used to get in as a child.

It has been over 400 years since Van Hohenheim hit someone, his alchemy use to trap people or to simple scare them but, never to hurt them. However, as a promise to the souls in his stone and to himself, when he finally confronts the Dwarf, there would be no holding back.

[xerxestone]

  I’m  not  drunk,  I’m  just  charismatic, ”  Vy,  @zirable​

Dr.  Hohenheim  blinked  at  the  student  before  him  as  his  class  started  to  pack  their  things  at  the  end  of  the  lecture.  He’s  seen  them  before  in  class  and  believes  them  to  be  his  oldest  sons  roommate,  but,  they’re  also  the  one  Dr.  Armstrong  mentioned,  the  one  who  tried  to  sneak  vodka  in.  In  the  words  of  his  sons,  this  is  weirdly  '  on  brand.  '   

“  I  would  hope  so,  ”  Van  said,  hoping  that  Dr.  Armstrong's  case  was  a  one-off,  “  we’re  in  the  lab  next  week,  don’t  want  you  catching  on  fire.  ”  Better  safe  than  sorry.

d&d  prompts  //  currently:  (  accepting!  )

[xerxestone]

alchemymothered·:

@xerxestone asked :  😷 (👀👀👀)

Fainting meme // accepting. 

TRISHA HAD BECOME QUITE WEAK since she had been brought back from the dead ; tiring was quick and illness was frequent, after all … she hadn’t a full soul anymore! The woman was always aware of when to sit and rest, but tonight she just had too many chores she had to get to! The laundry had been done and folded, kitchen had been cleaned, and Trisha was in the process of cooking dinner. It first started with the initial wave of dizziness, and ten her vision began to grow blurry. She had to be just a bit dehydrated, right? 

Without thinking too much on her ill feelings, Trisha made her way to the cupboard, pausing just as she opened it, trembling fingers wrapping around a glass. Without any warning, her vision went dark, sending Trisha toppling to the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the house. Perhaps next time she will listen to her gut.

Van  still  can’t  believe  all  of  this;  he’s  alive,  the  boys  are  whole   again  and  Trisha,  (  oh  Trisha,  how  he  long  he  waited  for  his  mortal  end  but,  )  there she is,  alive.  They’re  all  alive.  He’d  been  dealt  a  hand  that  no-one  would’ve  wanted  but,  now  if  people  knew  what  he  and  his  family  had  been  through  and  come  out  of,  they’d  be  scrambling  to  snatch  the  cards  out  of  his  hands.  Whilst  their  home  was  gone,  burnt  to  its  foundations,  ashes  blowing  across  the  countryside,  their  family  was  made  anew.  Like  their  home,  all  of  them  were  broken  and  burnt  in  someway,  but  all  of  them  have  a  chance  to  start  again,  from  the  foundation.

Sat  at  his  new  desk,  in  his  new  office,  Hohenheim  was  writing  everything  he  could  down,  he  was  currently  discussing  his  67th  year  of  immortality,  whilst  he  was  still  in  Xing----  He  heard  it,  glass shattering.  His  heart  stopped.  Trisha.  The  only  thought  on  his  mind  as  he  rushed  out  of  his  office,  down  the  stairs,  her  name  on  his  lips,  “  Trisha?  ”  

He  froze,  for  a  second,  turning  the  corner  to  the  kitchen,  trisha  slumped  on  the  floor.  “  TRISHA!  ”  He  rushed  to  her  side,  kneeling  next  to  her  and  pulling  her  on  to  her  lap,  not  caring  about  the  glass  digging  into  his  legs.  With  two  fingers  on  her  pulse  point,  his  heart  started  beating  again,  she  is  still  alive. He  needed  to  move  her  off  the  floor,  to  soft  surface  but,  what  he  really  needed  was  help.  Gently  lifting  her  up,  (  head  on  his  elbow,  knees  over  his  other  arm,  )  he  started  walking  to  the  stairs,  his  voice  bellowing,  “  EDWARD?  ALPHONSE?  ”  

he’s  not  sure  he  has  the  strength  or  heart  to  do  this  alone.

[xerxestone]

small rules change! I’ve added a section on my thoughts of mains & exclusivity. I will be adding a page soon and making a mains call! but also whilst im here, @alchemymothered​ is my exclusive trisha elric!

[xerxestone]

introduction  (   modern  headcanons  01  )

Van Hohenheim was born and instantly left in an orphanage with his twin  (  father  ) with no name and no clue to who his parents were. Growing up in the system was hard but, trying to find foster / adoptive parents who wanted to take two boys was harder. The two of them drifted from foster to foster until they aged out of the system. It got complicated between him and his brother, Hohenheim had been accepted to his first choice college but his brother had nothing. There was an argument and they fought. Van went to the East Coast and he can only assume his brother went West.

Studying Biochemistry as a major and history and education as a minor, Van stayed in education until he got his PHD in Biochemical applications of Graphene. During his final years of his PHD, he met a young Trisha Elric, they were soon married and had kids ( Edward & Alphonse ).

Once completing his PHD, Van started travelling and guest lecturing at colleges and universities around America, spending days or even weeks away from his young family. However, because of the availability of telephones, skype and what not, he was able to talk to and build a relationship with his young sons. Dr. Hohenheim stopped guest lecturing when Trisha (admitted she didn’t like him being away for so long / died ) and started building a better relationship with his sons. 

The rest is kinda dependent on peoples own canon for their modern au but I’m always down to talk about it!

Important Changes to Van:

1. Hohenheim is in his early 50s instead of his 40s; there is noticeable greying that his temples and in odd spots of his beard. His glasses aren’t for show either, he actually now has terrible eyesight.

2. Unless otherwise said, Van has a decent relationship with his sons, it’s not the best because he wasn’t there when he was young but, there is still something there.

3. He goes by Van instead of Hohenheim, his last name is only really used when someone is referring to him by his title, e.g. Dr/Mr. Hohenheim.

[fennethianell]

I can’t with this dork….

[xerxestone]

slavery  &  immortality   (  pre-brotherhood headcanons 03 )

Hohenheim was born into slavery and was expected to die in slavery; he was only known as and referred to No.23, the number tattooed at the base of his neck. He can only assume that either his mother was so poor that she sold her child into slavery or was a slaves herself. As soon as he would rather walk than crawl, he was expected to help the slave who was looking after him for the day, which included carrying things around the house and sweeping the floors. He was soon called to the Master’s laboratory and he became part of the Masters experiments, being subjected to bloodletting and other minor procedures. ( There is still a small scar on the inside of his left elbow from where the blood was taken; he will occasionally run his fingers over it as a reminder of what happened. )

No. 23 was the first and only one to meet the Dwarf in the flask who gave him a name and, taught him to read and write. As he learnt, he taught the other slaves in the Masters household and many of them started to call him Van. However, Homunculus made Van promise to not teach anyone the alchemy he had learnt, it was a gift only for him; in hindsight, Van was foolish to agree. 

It was through the other slaves that the Master learnt of Vans ability to read, write and perform complicated alchemic arrays. Expecting no less than being beaten to an inch of his life and left on the streets to die, Van was made the master's assistant as he was the only capable of convincing and working with Homunculus. 

The other slaves would talk about the free man in the masters house but, Van was still a slave, just with a few more liberties and freedoms from the others. He would offer help to them, only to be dragged away by the Master, claiming that the King needed their attention. The King only really needed Hohenheim but, as a man with no freedom or name, everything of his was his masters, including his accomplishments.

Until Xerxes was destroyed, Van Hohenheim was never free.