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so in general, it’s pretty open and shut how pride feels about his siblings ( aka he despises them ) but: i did want to touch a little on pride’s general sense of relation with the homunculi separate and as a whole, and how that plays into his post-canon verse. under the cut for length!
it’s not really deep lore that pride openly disdains the other homunculi and considers himself their superior long before we’re introduced to him proper, envy and lust both make references to pride, and envy states that pride is “a real bastard.” as the first-born homunculus, pride considers himself the right-hand of father, and the second closest thing to god ( being that he’s made from father’s arrogance, which we know is no small thing. ) he’s stated to be around four hundred years old, and about a century older than lust, the second-born: this means that pride has a solid hundred years minimum alone with father, working exclusively at his side.
pride’s treatment of his siblings is a mirror of father’s own treatment of the homunculi, albeit more direct. while father acts at the position of parent, and pretends familial affection, it’s very clear that the homunculi are tools: he uses and sacrifices them at his leisure, and takes no concern in their suffering or pain. pride, by that extension, does likewise, treating the other homunculi as mere extensions of his and father’s reach, and views them only as serviceable for tasks that further father’s plan. because pride considers himself the best of the homunculi, he operates under the presumption that the other homunculi are thereby flawed: they do not have the loyalty, power, and strength, that he, and father, possess.
pride’s feelings towards the homunculi are based in that vein. because he views them as flawed, he cannot respect them. he shows moderate tolerance for lust, as the more steadfast of the siblings, but immediately loses any and all respect for her the moment she’s killed by mustang she failed her job, lost to a human, and lacked the so-called superiority of the homunculi. envy, whose entire arc is being jealous of humans, is despicable on that merit alone; sloth and gluttony are proficient at their tasks, but decidedly less intelligent, and thereby intolerable. greed actively rejects the homunculi and embraces humanity, which earns him the full hatred and rage of pride. the only homunculi that pride shows any marked respect for is wrath, and he still is actively disdainful over wrath’s human origins, and human traits.
there’s a fair amount of meta and speculation that pride, deep down, cared for his siblings, or that he was sad that they died, and while i believe everyone has the right to their opinion, it’s a line of thought i don’t believe. pride really does blur the line between father being the superior, and pride himself being the mighty he spent over a century alone with father, nursing that arrogance and self-obsession. he cannot view the other homunculi as anything other than tools, and flawed tools at that; he feels nothing but disgust at their pain or deaths, because they’re giving into the very base of human failings: their mortality. the only homunculi pride has any respect for is wrath, and i don’t doubt for a moment that pride would turn on him if required. pride consumed gluttony with no hesitation, and what’s worse: gluttony seemed to know what pride’s plan was. gluttony knew exactly what pride was planning to do, and begged him not to do it; pride didn’t blink an eye when gluttony cried out that pride was hurting him. brotherhood did a really good job of showing just how cruel and unfeeling pride was in that moment: ling and ed can only watch in horror as gluttony is helplessly ripped apart.
this comes back to bite pride during the final fight, since pride discovers that father viewed him in the exact same way all along: disposable, and to be consumed. edward points out that father, with all the powers of god, abandons pride to his very-likely death, and the truth of it sends pride into a near-hysterical tailspin. while he views himself as superior, father saw him as merely another tool, to be used and abandoned like gluttony, or greed, or any of the others. the being that pride served so loyally doesn’t care about pride, doesn’t see him as superior, and that more or less rips pride apart.
this plays a big part in pride’s post-canon temperament, in my opinion. the arrogance is removed from him; he’s brought to a humble end, and edward’s gracious and merciful heart ( the complete opposite of father’s ) allows him to be born anew. that, coupled with mrs. bradley’s very kind mothering, allows selim to grow and flourish with no arrogance whatsoever. without powers or divine origins, he’s merely a little boy: he is on equal footing with the humans, and has no aspirations otherwise.
“…Your…apologies!” he hurries to his knees, bending to a kid, perhaps one of the donors! but-
“I did not realize you were one of the leaders here!”
disapproval, lip curling / sneer as weapon ( this pathetic human aspires to be führer? ) his eyes narrow, gaze flitting past to the hall beyond / the press of shadows and bodies lurking in the periphery. ❝ well. at least you know your place. ❞ it’ll hardly serve him well, but it’s a start. ❝ tell me, candidate. you’ve been here all these years what do you hope to gain? ❞
fight honourably / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly and / or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regards to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a pole arm / prefer a personalised weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered their skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex: use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has ptsd / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly
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arrogcns liked your post “prewrathcandinate: starter call..”
“Hey kid….um, are you lost?” there was something wrong with this kid, like why was he in a miltary facility of all things? Unaware of true nature of the enemy, or soon to be ally, experiment four was curious on why a child was here.
kid? did an idiot like THAT really expect to become the manifestation of wrath on such a poorly-chosen nickname. his lip curls; shadows flicker faintly in the light, imperceptible in this CLINICAL air. ❝ i’m not. but you might be. you’re going to be stronger than that, number four, if you want to survive here. ❞
“easy, kiddo. you didn’t ruin anything, you got that?” greed admonishes gently. he transfers the toy’s wreckage to one hand, his other reaching out to ruffle selim’s hair. “no amount of busted toys could keep me away.” with that, he rises slowly, one hand reaching out in offering to his little brother. do all kids get this brokenhearted over little mistakes? he wonders. of course, in selim’s world, perhaps such a misstep doesn’t appear so small. “now, why don’t we take this over to the table and see if there isn’t something we can do to get it back together? i’ll need a helper to look it over with me.”
he slips his hand, tiny / trustingly, into greed’s, soothed by the GENTLE lull of his brother’s words. the tears have largely faded from his cheeks, though his lashes brim with the threat of further grief; the prospect of DISAPPOINTING his big brother is enough to send him sniffling. ❝ i’ll help, ❞ he promises, eager to show his good manners as momma always said, helpfulness was as close to godliness as one could get. with a little tug, he pulls greed towards the aforementioned table, his forehead just barely skimming the very edge. ( is he ever going to be as BIG and strong as greed? ) ❝ big brother you promise you won’t leave? at least not for a while? ❞ he knows that greed has places to be / friends to visit; he can’t be SELFISH and demand his attention all the time. ❝ i asked momma if you could stay with us, but she said you might not like it here. but you come to visit! so wouldn’t you want to stay? ❞
——— ❝ do you have such little hope for me , pride ? i am wounded . ❞ the talk between two beast , the eldest & the informant locked in a conversation that could lead to catasophere . the wanton need of hellfire kept gaze locked on anything but pride , smoothly analyzing the area until the shadows of her eldest brother appeared behind her . eyes would finally lock on his & in that moment , she saw someone that could never be truly trusted . she hates prideful , arrogant men ; & what exactly was pride but his namesake ? paying no attention to the husk that the entity held , there was something bitter in the way she calls him brother . ❝ roy mustang will be sought out & if he refuses or gets too close , he will rid of by any means possible . is that what you wished to hear from me , brother ———- ? ❞
a mimicry of amusement in a smile cold as snow / frost; a gesture without WARMTH or sincerity, made guilt and guile. she is, perhaps, the most intelligent of his siblings ( and such a short order / how low the bar; ); lust could be the ONLY one who recognizes danger at her fingertips, and draws its ire away. these petty / troubled homunculi who FEAR him, ( as they should ) scurry like rats, evade like cowards; SHE, at least, choreographs the dance to keep the music moving. ❝ i expect to be disappointed by lesser creatures, ❞ he remarks: shadows dancing / twisting in sinuous display. slipping from the darkness, wandering through the half-light what MALICE is there ( what danger, what terror ) in a creature carving BLOOD into foundation, faced only as a child. ❝ it’s not about wishing, lust the lascivious. it’s about your job. Father tasked you with this disappointing Him isn’t an option, is it? ❞ such UNSPEAKABLE failure! one might well upend the sky / silence the wind, for all its possibility.
god? a flicker of fear shows in ruby-hued eyes, though it dissipates as quickly as it appears. he can’t afford to roll over and show his belly more than he already has. greed’s mouth thins into a pensive line, and he nods. that much power … he wonders what it feels like. to become god would be to have everything. there’s a little tug of longing inside him at the thought. is it possible that they will each get a share of that wealth?
“so he wants to become god, but what does that have to do with me? sounds like you both want me on the back burner while everyone else does the heavy lifting.” obedience might earn him a greater reward, but not if all he does is trot up and down the tunnels, hoping for something, anything to come his way. ( in search of prey to drop at his master’s feet. )
their fear that he will turn on them is near tangible. greed doesn’t have a clue what the old greed did or how bitter his betrayal was, but he can surmise that his actions have left a permanent stain upon the family history. “if all i have to do is stay out of the way, i don’t see what the big deal is.” even as he says it, greed knows he hasn’t spoken the whole truth. contentment doesn’t come naturally to a creature who wants everything. how can he be the perfect, obedient son when he vies for all the knowledge they’re hiding from him? even now, he suspects pride isn’t telling him everything.
“father purified me, remember? i don’t know what happened before, but that wasn’t ME.”
such was greed: an answer sprouting a THOUSAND more questions / desire pitched in the quest for more. as predictable as human vice / folly, and nevermore anticipated than if it were the sneaking first that bore the title. purified, and run through FIRE: left to beg for mercy, fester in the souls comprising beloved Father. gravel crunches underfoot as pride steps forward ( a steady / measured gait that fits his patience for all these stupid questions. ) in response, he offers only a little shrug.
❝ you are a homunculi. a son of Father, and a product of His mercy. everything He does should concern you. ❞ the hint of teeth / of BITE behind his words; the gaze he turns upon darling brother is darkened with something sinister. rock crumbles in quiet murmur as his shadowed limbs whisper along the tunnel’s path, seek out the decrepit / crevices filled with nothing but silence. ❝ fulfill your duty, and there’ll be rewards enough. perhaps Father will be kind enough to give you your own country to look after. once the world is ours, the spoils soon follow. ❞
and that is the problem with greed / with all his wretched siblings: born second, made less. hoping to PROFIT for their own selfish gain and he ( best loved / best born / first son! ) sacrifices / struggles / makes progress only for Father’s own advantage! he turns to face this two-faced brother the alighting amusement is wiped clean, leaving only HOSTILE space in the air between them.
❝ perhaps you’re purified now, but it’s all the same isn’t it, greed? you turned your back on your own family. ❞ the word means NOTHING; the sin is in the break. a god did not linger among its lesser beings. ❝ prove yourself before you demand our forgiveness. a century of silence doesn’t really earn you a place at the table, does it? ❞
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she grips tight the pen in her hands, the all too familiar prickling of the hairs at the back of her neck warning her of pride’s intrusion. with a click, her pen is discarded. she smoothly gathers the papers before her, arranging them neatly atop her desk. “it must be boring to keep watch over me,” she comments idly. “i’m not going anywhere.” risking her own life means putting the colonel’s on the line, too. ( without her, who will protect him? ) “i’m not foolish enough to think i could outwit you.” / @arrogcns
soft / sinister laughter echoes faintly from the GLOOM that settles upon the room; the darkness twists into a sentient mass, BLOOD-RED gaze blossoming from its shadowed depths. ❝ why, lieutenant, ❞ the tone carries nothing but malicious amusement. ❝ still so iron-spined ... it really is a shame about your loyalties. ❞ humankind worth NOTHING to their masters / gods, but even so the notable hawkeye was a cut above her peers for BRAVERY. ❝ as it happens, i thought i’d bring you some news. there was a spot of bloodshed today. ❞ a shadowed tendril slips its way in almost loving caress across her cheek; the threat / promise evident in its slow and steady PROGRESSION. ❝ the military opened fire on some poor innocent civilians ... i just thought you’d be interested in hearing about it. after all, you must feel so sorry to have been left out. you made such a name for yourself in slaughter back in ishval; does it ever make you grieve, that you can’t do the same here? ❞
hot take: pride listens to “how the grinch stole christmas” and is disgusted and appalled that the grinch changes his mind when everything was going so well
pride: possesses alphonse elric, controlling the suit of armor with an inhuman set of movements that should immediately let anyone close to him ( like his brother ) know that something is Wrong
edward elric, personification of icarus, the only human who stands a chance at defeating father, professional pain in the ass, brother and life-long companion to alphonse: is this al’s teenage angst???
broke: pride missing lust, envy, greed, gluttony, or literally any of his siblings after they died, despite making it pretty clear that he despised everyone except father
woke: pride is incapable of deep bonds and connections, and despite his fondness for mrs. bradley and his faint affection for the “bradley” family he was a part of, he truly could not love anyone in his manifestation of arrogance
exploding brain: pride did miss his siblings, but only because they were meat shields, and now he has to deal with all of father’s crap / edward elric’s yelling without a buffer
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