I SAID IT ON MY OLD BLOG AND I'LL FUCKING SAY IY AGAIN;

I SAID IT ON MY OLD BLOG AND I'LL FUCKING SAY IY AGAIN;

IF I SEE ROYED, ELRICEST, WHATEVER GROSS ASS SHIP THAT SHIPS FAMILY MEMBERS, INVOLVES PEDOPHILIA, IS GENERALLY FUCKING TOXIC/GROSS, I'M FUCKING BLOCKING YOU ON SIGHT.

THIS ALSO INCLUDES ELRIC BROTHERS SHIPPED WITH BROTHERHOOD HOMUCULI + 03 ENVY BECAUSE THEY'RE RELATED (I'm especially looking at you shippers of edling + greed, I hate that poly ship; Edling though I love.)

I FUCKING JUST SAW AN ART ON MY TIMELINE AND I LIKED IT BEFORE THINKING "wait, I should check the tags in case" AND LOW AND BEHOLD IT WAS FUCKING ROYED. IM GONNA FUCKING LOOSE IT I HATE YOU ALL (Those that ship these shit I mean, almost everyone else ily/platonic)

AGAIN. I WILL REITERATE.

IF I SEE ANYTHING FUCKING GROSS SHIPPING WISE OR WHATEVER, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. FUCKING DNI! I FUCKING HATE YOU

ANY ART I MAKE, ANY STORIES I MAKE, PRECEIVE WITH THE THOUGHT THAT I DON'T FW GROSS ASS SHIPS. OR RELATIONSHIPS.

This is primarily about royed and other weird/gross ships in the fma/fmab fandoms, as I'm in these fandoms currently.

I've always hc him as aroace and I love that others think the same frfr

AroAce Ed! AroAce Ed! AroAce Ed! Ahhhhhhhh! Love it.

WHAT DO WE WANT? AROACE ED! WHEN DO WE WANT IT? AROACE ED!

I like to think that at some point Ed got bored and decides to become a professor at some big name Amestrian college. 

   His specialty is a military funded class called Battle Alchemy, which he starts off by inviting any of his students to beat him in hand to hand for a conditionless passing grade (by the end of the first class, most students walk away sore and horrified).

    It takes half  the semester before they realize that Ed continues to beat them even when they use alchemy and he does not. They ask to see him use alchemy in battle. The next day, a man who looks almost the same as their professor shows up to class- he’s softspoken and polite, and the students expect a substitute lecture. Ed sits in the stands and laughs as Al proceeds to fight the entire class at once, and beat all of them. The students never ask again.

  (And sometimes, in the middle of practicals, students swear they can see the Fuhrer watching from the edge of the field.)  

   I can also see him causing a hell of a problem when it comes to conventional textbooks- 

  “This is definitely wrong.” 

  “Sir, this is the most recently updated textbook for theoretical alchemy-” 

 “Yea fuck that, I can prove that soul alchemy isn’t unviable- someone hand me some chalk, I’m about to commit a mathematical felony.”  

Me, laying flat on the ground: *ranting to the ceiling* “Ed’s entire character arc was a reconstruction of his own faith and learning not to lean on his own understanding oh my gosh”

I CAN'T POST ON THIS ACC ANYMORE, IM REPOSTING THIS TO TRY AND LET EVERYONE SEE; I got a new acc bc my phone factory reset outta no where and I can't get into my old acc. I'm absolutely devastated but I promise to continue posting via this acc.

I'm so sorry to those that follow me on my old acc, @f15hyw15hy ; This is my new acc.

For those that are used to my old acc, I'll make a full post with all the art I made and posted on my old acc. (Although, this will most likely only be the FMA/B art; As I will be creating more soon as well as just try to work more on the AUs I have planned.)

Im sick but I thought of another au again. Might rant about it later.

03 ed post-anime-pre-shamballa is really living in hell. knowing he lost all contact with everyone he's ever known, likely forever. he has no idea how they are, how al is - did his self sacrifice even work? is al alive? he's taunted by familiar faces sewn on people who don't recognize him, and who won't believe anything he'd say about his past life. he wouldn't believe himself either. all he's ever worked for is suddenly gone. the people. his goals. alchemy. thrown into a foreign world, there will come a time he has to relearn to live, after all his attempts to go back yield no results. he pushes the thought away, forcing his focus onto another useless page with useless information which, he desperately tries to hope, contains the key needed in this useless situation he'd trapped himself in