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Tugs at his ponytail.

     || ♔ || The pulling sensation on the end of his hair immediately caused a chain reaction of movements, drawing deep from muscle memory as Ling recalled the countless assassination attempts that had started with someone using his hair as leverage. 

     He immediately reacted, swinging back to pivot and using the momentum to throw the attacker off his feet as Ling’s elbow drove home into Ed’s torso. He had raised his weapon and prepared to fight before he recognized the familiar face under him.

     “Ed?”

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//Gonna go eat lunch now, be back in thirty :)

sorgebreed:

Well Ricardo, is something called a blood breed and unlike homonculus, their immortality is basically the real deal. No need for souls, and they can regenerate from about anything. even if their just a finger left of them they can come back. But you’ll never know cause this is a monologue that breaks the 4th wall. 

     || ♔ || A blood breed, eh? That may be something worth looking into if it really is as good a deal as that - although the ‘blood’ aspect is something of a dealbreaker, and having no soul doesn’t exactly seem like the most pleasant prospect. You could end up with just a husk of a body, after all, and nobody wants that.

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tierfal:

In light of ilgaksu’s PTSD headcanons (I honestly didn’t make any contributions, so please don’t give me any of the credit; I was just the sounding board! ^^;), I started trying to pin down some of mine. They ended up more like mini-fics about loss and trauma and healing in a general way, but… that is how I roll. XD

These are pretty much Brotherhood canon only this time, and after the first few are mostly post-series. ♥

• On one of his unnumbered visits to see one of his unruly subordinates in the hospital, Roy comes across a group with therapy dogs visiting patients. He stays for three hours, under the thin pretense of being interested in the logistics of how the program works. The particular energy that comes from that kind of unconditional love is something he thought had been burned out of him a long time ago; Hayate, in an affectionate mood, tends to rouse a flicker of it, but this is so much bigger that he can’t bring himself to leave.
  
• When Ed’s panic attacks restrict his breathing, Al puts his forearm in front of Ed’s mouth so that he’ll see his breath misting on the metal. Having that to focus on helps a little, and the science helps a little, and sometimes Al’s glad that Ed can squeeze the gauntlet as hard as he wants, and it’ll never hurt. (But sometimes he wishes he could feel it, too.)
• Some nights Ed is secretly grateful that Al can’t sleep, because at least that makes two of them.
• One to three times a week, Roy lies awake for three hours trying to convince himself that he remembers that he locked the doors. Eventually he gets up and goes down to check. They’re always locked. But maybe this time…
  
• Hawkeye doesn’t comment on the fact that Falman starts to spend progressively more time at the firing range after the Promised Day. It’s kind of nice to have a partner who doesn’t blab as much as Rebecca.
• Fuery hasn’t slept through the night since he was stationed in Aerugo. It’s variations on the same dream – unnatural, bent-limbed creatures clambering up out of the mud, with the faces of the men he knew who died. There’s always a shimmer of blood on everything, and fuzzy dark lines across his vision from where his glasses lens had cracked. He’s not sure how to tell his mother why he can’t eat the cherry-filling pastries that used to be his favorite. He’s not sure how to tell her that he doesn’t like surprises anymore. He’s not sure how to tell her that a part of him she used to love is dead.
  
• Gracia smiles every time someone trots out the old cliché that it takes a village to raise a child. Elysia learns from just about everyone – Izumi Curtis teaches her how to sew dresses for her dolls, and how to throw knives; Rebecca Catalina takes her shopping at the fanciest boutiques and then takes her to the firing range; Riza Hawkeye helps her train her dog, and helps her practice taking down a full-grown adult male with just a few maneuvers and her body weight (Roy, reluctantly, lets himself be conscripted as a “test dummy”, which, for the record, he does not find funny at all).
• Roy got her the dog.
• The dog’s name is Clarence, and he’s a fuzzy sheepdog twice Elysia’s size. She’s grown her hair out, and she wears it in two braids because she’s used to pigtails, but braids help her feel as brave as Ed sometimes. It hurts her feelings that he always leaves the room when she and Clarence are together. Al sees the look on her face the second time it happens and takes her aside and tells her a story about a little girl they didn’t save. She starts wearing her hair in a ponytail after that – she still looks a little like Ed, and a little like Winry, too.
• She spends the summer in Rush Valley with Winry when she’s ten. She sunburns terribly and then tans beautifully and comes back talking about biomechanical engineering and titanium alloys and how all she wants to do when she grows up is help people so that they can be happy. She confesses that she lied and told Winry that her apple pie is better than Gracia’s, which it’s not.
• Elysia’s away at camp the first time a boy breaks her heart. When she calls up in tears, Gracia swears she can almost hear a gun barrel racheting, and Maes’s voice saying “Visit me in prison, sweetheart.”
• Alex Armstrong helps construct a memorial in Ishval – carved with a chisel over unnumbered weeks, because he’ll never use his alchemy there again.
• Alex lacks his sister’s ruthless intuition, but he has instincts of his own, and whenever the political climate begins to get particularly oppressive, he drags Roy back to the family manor for a FRIENDLY MEAL OF ONLY THE FINEST, HEARTIEST INGREDIENTS; IT DOES A BODY GOOD. It gives him a chance to make sure Roy’s eating, and it gives Roy a chance to talk out his strategy and plot his moves with utensils and saltshakers without any fear of being overheard.
• Al has frequent and intense episodes of depersonalized dissociation after getting his body back. He’s terrified that his soul didn’t anchor in this form somehow, or that some part of him was left in the armor or at the Gate.
• He’s not going to tell Ed.
• He has a particularly rough episode shortly after arriving in Xing, and Ling is on him in a second; all he says is “I know.” It takes Al a little while to figure out why.
• The man formerly known as Scar eventually picks a new name.  It’s the old Ishvalan word for “life”.

micastruli:

Fullmetal Alchemist ▻ Chapter 03
+ Edward Elric, a summary

sorgebreed:

This is the start of a beautiful friendship based on food and large bills. Just wait till Ling figures out that his immortal.

     || ♔ || Large bills that Ling won’t be paying. But friendship and food, sure. He doesn’t have any qualms with that - he’s not the one funding his appetite.

     But immortality…now that’s interesting. Care to elaborate?

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sorgebreed:

Orders a whole turkey next with more noodles. Is this evolution happening, the increase of stomach? Or are they just gluttons. 

     || ♔ || Noodles. And it might be evolution; who knows? Ling isn’t a glutton exactly, but give him the opportunity and he’ll eat as much as you like.