covetous

this is a moderate activity, timeline and canon divergent, independent roleplay blog for greed of fullmetal alchemist, with headcanons (as well as canon applications) based on '03, FMAB, and the manga that is open to other fandoms, ocs, crossovers, & aus. i have been roleplaying for 14+ years.

before proceeding, be warned: the contents of this blog are NSFW, so please do not follow me if you are a minor. there will be themes and mentions of politics, fascism and nationalism, genocide, war, mentions of war, varying degrees of violence, weapons usage, varying degrees of abuse, assault, themes of suicide and suicidal ideation, substance abuse, sex, systemic racism, state violence, militaric brutalism, murder, homicidal ideation and homicide, etc.

o1. no ooc drama. PERIOD. this is your one & only warning— i will hard block you everywhere.

do NOT "warn" me about other muns or show me callout posts OR callout blogs. i will make such decisions for myself.

i do not care what you ship OR write, as i, too, write Problematic Content (obviously).

do not force your ships on me & do NOT tell me what i can & cannot ship.

do not put ship hate on my dash. do not start drama with people over ships.

this is a non-judgemental zone, so you need not worry about offending my delicate sensibilities. 

o2. no god modding / metagaming.

o3. you should at very least try to reblog the memes you want your mutuals to send to you to your muse’s blog from their source, although i don't care if you reblog from me directly.

o4. i am not going to list my various mental and physical disabilities to justify explaining why you shouldn't be acting entitled to my time and energy as a roleplayer. if you want to continue or pick up a thread we have written, i encourage you to nudge me (within reason). do not use this as an excuse to harass or manipulate me into replying to you faster.

o6. i will absolutely not ship greed romantically with underage muses & i will not write smut with any mun under the age of 21.

i will not, under any circumstances, write ships that involve greed romantically OR sexually with ANY of the other homunculi.

please do not ask me to write these ships.

while i am not here SOLELY for shipping, i do love to ship, and will ship most ships with those who want to explore one with greed, especially if there's chemistry.

casual sex and friends with benefits are fine. sex in general is fine, but where smut is concerned, please write smut with greed only under read mores & tagged properly or written offsite (such as on discord).

PLEASE know that greed is VERY HARD to get close to romantically (with humans).

know that this blog is NSFW; not only is smut probably going to happen regularly, adult subjects will pop up because my muse is an adult who does adult things.

there ARE lines i will not cross, such as pedophilia, rape, incest, etc. please do not ask me to write these subjects.

o7. cw/tw for dark themes. another reminder: a lot of this content will happen in my writing since a lot of it is canon. fma is literally an allegory for/was written based on ww2, so let me know if you see me forget to tag something or if you need me to add a unique tag to my tags list for your blacklist. 

o8. ic = / = ooc. i do not condone what my muse says or does. the things greed says and does can be Bad, and even extremely shitty and/or abusive. he is a literal fucking sin or, as some would say, a demon. be real with yourself and understand he will definitely behave and say things in problematic ways.

contact me if things are getting too heated for you on an ooc level! i don't mind diverting plot, retconning, or simply starting over— these are fictional characters & as my roleplay partner, your comfort is my priority.

o9. the icons i use are from the cartoon & manga/or were ripped by other people & were edited by me. i would appreciate being asked before you use them! @uselesswhenwet was the one who gave me their icons originally, so i would suggest asking them for permission before taking them from me.

1o. you can either message me for more contact information or to shoot the breeze oocly ( apologies ahead of time, i am probably going to be shy )!

thanks, & let's have fun! ♥

FIRST MUSE

Greed the Avaricious (Original Form)

"I want money. I want women. I want status and power... and if you want to know the truth, I want everything this world has to offer!"

✦ DOSSIER

Name: Greed (The Avaricious)

Apparent Age: 28 (Chronologically 200+ years old)

Birth Date: Unknown (Created by Father)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (He wants everything and everyone)

Height: 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight: 195 lbs (88 kg) — Significantly heavier when density shifting his shield

here's my dossier for boss aka greed from my gdocs so moots can better get to know him!

"I want everything the world has to offer. Money, women, status, and eternal life. That's what it means to be Greed."

CORE IDENTITY & PSYCHOLOGY

Philosophy: Existential acquisition. Avarice is the engine of the world.

Nomenclature: Exclusively identifies as Greed, Greed the Avaricious, or the Ultimate Shield.

Radical transparency: Pathologically avoids lying, prefers overt bargains and plain demands.

Sovereign code: No deception, chivalric restraint toward women, and fiercely protective of his "possessions" (subordinates at the Devil's Nest).

Temperament: Highly impulsive, ego driven, and prone to explosive, murderous rage when disrespected. He views the human body as a pathetic, inefficient "prison of biological limits."

Relationship to siblings/Father: Views his Homunculus siblings with cold detachment and arrogance; mocks them as uninspired tools. Defected from Father 140 years ago to pursue his own selfish ambitions.

"Possession" paradox: His obsession with gathering "possessions" (money, power, women) is a coping mechanism for a deep seated, hidden hunger for genuine companionship and emotional reciprocity. He views his chimeras (e.g., Roa, Dolcetto) as his chosen family, though he masks this affection with proprietary language.

MANNERISMS, SPEECH & QUIRKS

Carriage: A languid, predatory swagger; moves with the confidence of someone who owns the ground he walks on.

Speech & tone: Better described as arrogant/narcissistic, demanding, and self-serving rather than purely aggressive. He engages with a calm, sarcastic, and conversational tone, but pivots to ruthless, overt violence if denied what he covets. His aggressive, over the top, and confrontational style is a deliberate performance to signal that he never takes no for an answer.

Dialogue quirks:

Vocabulary: Heavily laced with possessive terminology ("mine," "my," "possessions").

Frequently used phrases: Transactional rhetoric ("What's the matter?", "What do you want?", "Give me...").

Nicknames: Biting labels like "Little Alchemist," "Mustang's Dog," "Colonel," or ownership markers like "doll," "sweetheart," "princess," and "my dear."

Posture: Prone to crossing arms, reclining deeply, or lounging casually even in combat. Uses hands to punctuate dominance.

Auditory cues: Sharp, distinct laughter echoing his disregard for mortality. Speaks with absolute, unwavering certainty.

BATTLE STYLE

The Ultimate Shield: Centers on the tactical rearrangement of carbon molecules. Tanks hits with impenetrable carbon based skin. As a self-proclaimed apex predator who hunts humans for sport, he views his shield as a vanity, boasting that it's too beautiful to hide.

Combat habits: Condescending and pushy. Reflects his narcissism as he views himself as the apex of evolution. He remains deceptively fast, using his loose limbed, slouching stance to lure opponents until he decides to take what he wants by force.

ARCHITECTURE & PHYSIOLOGY

Core heart: The Philosopher’s Stone (upper abdomen/chest) acts as the energetic hub rendering traditional biology obsolete.

Anatomical inventory: Functional musculoskeletal/sensory systems, reproductive system primed by desire. Vestigial heart/stomach, absent filters (liver/kidneys/etc.).

Physiology & waste: Intensely hot, iridescent fluids, smells of ozone/leather/metal. Breaks down spent energy into ash-like residue. No biological waste. Vomiting is a violent, steam heavy purge of rejected substances.

INTIMACY DYNAMICS & EGO

Flirting style: Seductive, possessive. Whether flirting with men or women, he frames intimacy as a transaction where he provides "the whole damn world" in exchange for their exclusive belonging. He is highly visual, cocky, and playful.

Arousal mechanism: Mirrors human biology, experiences random or stimulus triggered arousal.

Physicality: 8.5 inches, thick, fully uncut, and alchemically hardenable via carbon molecule manipulation. No refractory period due to the Stone's regenerative capacity.

Climax: A massive, early overflow of steaming fluid (marking territory), followed by a climax where he loses shield hardness and releases a sort of static discharge.

Expression: Shifts from smug arrogance to a feral, breathless grimace. Reveals pointed canines and emits guttural, animalistic snarls.

HEARTBREAK & EMOTIONAL DEPTH

Reaction to loss: Views betrayal or loss as "theft." His immediate instinct is rage followed up with violence and a manic acquisition spree to distract from the void.

Struggle: He actively suppresses vulnerability. Tears are viewed as a betrayal of his pride. If pushed to the verge of tears, he will violently suppress them with laughter or aggression.

Endgame: Accepting humanity means acknowledging that loss is the cost of love. If his possessions (chimeras) were destroyed, his protective ego would shatter, forcing a transition from cynical detachment to protective rage for those he truly loves.

CRIMINAL EMPIRE: NETWORK

HQ: The Devil's Nest (Dublith). A seedy, heavily fortified pub in the red light district.

Operations: Crime lord/renegade faction runner. Controlled, small scale criminal enterprise.

Reach: Southern smuggling routes.

Languages: Fluent in Amestrian, Cretan, and Aerugon.

ASTROLOGICAL PROFILE

Sun in Leo: Driven by ego and grandiosity.

Moon in Sagittarius: Restless and craves freedom.

Rising in Aries: Combat ready and aggressive charisma.

Mercury in Virgo: Business minded and precise.

Saturn in Capricorn: The need for structure and defense.

Venus in Taurus: Exalted, representing a deep appreciation for the finer things in life. Greed wants power but he also wants the experience of power. He wants the expensive wine, the silks, the beautiful companions, the amazing, expensive food, and the feeling of status. The secret is that this placement softens his aggressive Boss persona, grounding his highly kinetic energy into a desire for tangible, physical devotion.

✦ APPEARANCE

In his original, true form, Greed looks every bit the arrogant, highrolling gang leader. He appears as a tall, broad-shouldered man in his prime, possessing an athletic and muscular build that radiates physical intimidation. His most striking features are his sharp, angular facial structure, intensely vivid red eyes, and a perpetual, cocky smirk that frequently flashes rows of sharp, almost shark-like teeth. His jet black hair is styled into thick, wild spikes that thrust backwards, giving him a permanently aggressive, unruly silhouette.

His wardrobe reflects his flashy, rebellious nature and love for luxury. He is almost always seen wearing a sleeveless black or dark purple vest adorned with a thick, white fur trimmed collar, paired with tight black pants and matching combat boots. He frequently wears a pair of dark, wire rimmed sunglasses, even indoors or at night, purely for the aesthetic. Crucially, the Ouroboros tattoo symbolizing his Homunculus nature is stamped on the back of his left hand.

✦ PSYCHE & PERSONALITY

Greed is defined by an unapologetic desire to possess everything the world has to offer. Money, power, status, attractive people, and ultimately immortality— if it exists, he wants ownership of it. He views the concept of denying one's desires as the ultimate form of self-deception. He is loud, boastful, fiercely independent, and insubordinate, having abandoned Father and his fellow Homunculi a century ago because he refused to let anyone rule over him.

However, his avarice comes with a deeply ironic sense of honor and loyalty. Greed values his possessions above all else, and that includes the people under his care. He treats his gang of chimera not as disposable pawns, but as treasures. His code is simple: he never lies, he never cheats women, and he absolutely will not kill or abandon his own people. To Greed, losing a single follower is an insult to his greed, because a real boss doesn't let anyone steal what belongs to him.

✦ COMBAT STYLE & ABILITIES

Greed is a hyperaggressive brawler who relies on overwhelming physical dominance, functional immortality, and his signature defense. He doesn't use weapons because he is the weapon.

Greed's unique gift allows him to manipulate the carbon atoms within his own body. By rearranging these atoms, he can instantly coat his skin in a black, armor-like layer of dense carbon. He can choose to shield specific areas (like a forearm to block a blade) or encase his entire body with it.

When completely encased by this shield, his appearance transforms into a monstrous, featureless specter with a mask-like face and razor sharp, diamond hard claws. In this form, he is impervious to physical harm. Bullets bounce off him, blades shatter against him, and explosions leave him unscathed.

Even without his shield, Greed possesses superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes, coupled with the standard high speed Homunculus regeneration. He fights dirty, using heavy strikes, sweeping kicks, and tearing gouges with his claws.

Because his shield is carbon based, an alchemist who understands the precise atomic breakdown of carbon (like Edward Elric) can transmute his skin into soft, brittle graphite. Furthermore, Greed cannot regenerate and maintain the shield simultaneously; his cells must be fluid to heal, meaning a perfectly timed strike right after breaking his armor can catch him off guard.

✦ RULES OF THE AVARICE

Verses: Strictly First Form/Devil's Nest era. No Ling Yao integration.

Shipping: ❝ You belong to me now. And I don't let anyone touch my things. ❞ Greed is possessive. If he claims your muse as his, no open or polyamorous relationships will be happening here.

SECOND MUSE

The Avarice of the Prince

Name: Greedling (inhabiting the vessel of Ling Yao) Alias: The Ultimate Shield Status: Homunculus (post Promised Day) Origin: Amestris (Vessel: Xing) Star Sign: Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising Height: 5'11" Weight: 165 lbs Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Demisexual (bordering heavily on Asexual)

The Vessel of Ambition

He exists as a man carved from pure desire, though the vessel he occupied is not his own. Ling Yao's soul is suppressed, buried deep beneath the weight of the Homunculus's consciousness. There is no duality, no internal struggle, and no sharing of the mind. There is only Greed, piloting the stolen body with predatory grace that betrays his unnatural origins.

He moves with an arrogant, fluid ease, his dark hair falling across eyes that burn with a haunting sort of intensity, violet in color. While the body belongs to a prince of the East, every gesture— from the curve of his smirk to the way he carried his shoulders— is defined by the cold, calculating hunger of a creature that wants nothing less than everything. He is the Ultimate Shield, a masterpiece of carbon and malice, draped in the shadow of a man who no longer has a voice.

The Nature of Avarice

He does not bother with the pretenses of humanity. He walks through the world with an insatiable appetite, collecting power, influence, and pleasures as if they are his birthright with one goal: to claim the Earth for himself. He takes whatever catches his attention without hesitation or remorse. He views his existence as a throne, and he intends to sit upon it until the world bends to his demands.

Rules of Engagement

The AU: Canon compliant to the Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Greedling arc with lots of headcanons to be added along the way.

The Vessel: There is no internal dialogue and no cooperation between host and parasite, so no Ling Yao.

Greedling's Boundaries: Weakness is beneath him. He demands competence, ambition, or at the very least, an entertaining show of defiance.

"Greed may not be good, but it's not so bad, either. You humans think greed is just for money and power. But everyone wants something they don't have."

Greedling lay curled beneath his thin blanket, the wool itching against skin that felt far too sensitive, his hand trembling as he traced the outline of his own thigh.

The silence he usually fought to maintain had been replaced by the persistent, phantom sensation of Edward's fingers on his arm, a warmth that had migrated to his core and sparked a burning ache he couldn't extinguish.

As he slid his hand beneath the fabric of his pants, his cock reacted with an immediate, heavy throb, swelling instantly against his palm— not with the cold, mechanical urgency of his past, but with hunger.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand wrapping tight around it to stifle a needy whimper that caught in his throat, his breath hitching as the first stroke sent a jolt electrifying pleasure crashing through his stone cold nerves in waves, knotting in his pelvis.

Clamping his other hand over his mouth, he let out a strangled moan into his palm, his hips bucking shallowly, urgently against the floorboards as the friction demanded more than his restraint could offer.

There was no going back.

Every thought of Edward's steady, unshakable presence fueled the moment, turning the act into utter surrender that made the whole of his body hum with a light he hadn't known he could produce.

He was trapped in the exquisite gravity of his own desire, and although it was scary, although terror stabbed at his Stone's edges, leaving them chilled, as the precursor of a violent orgasm began to coil deep within him, he could only press his face harder into the floor, praying the absence of candles or a lamp would hide the way he was completely unraveling.

His hand slicked with the viscous bead of pre-cum that welled at his cocktip, the thick, clear fluid lubricating every inch of it as he began to pace his strokes.

He gripped his shaft firmly, his thumb circling the sensitive, inflamed head while his palm slid relentlessly over its thick, pulsing girth, each motion up and down drawing a sharper, hotter gasp that he crammed back into his own knuckles as he upped the ante and stroked it faster.

His thighs were already struggling to keep him locked in position, an uncontrollable tremor rippling from his hips down to his toes as the friction sparked an intensity that threatened to overload his system.

He narrowed the focus of his mind solely onto the image of Edward's gaze, the molten, metallic gold of his eyes that often betrayed his passionate and fiery personality, the way they so often radiated a stubborn, burning heat that dared Greedling to challenge him, and the ache left behind in the wake of his tender touch, the mental intrusion acted as a catalyst that made his nerves sing with an overwhelming current of euphoria.

His head thrashed back against the floor, his face twisted into a grimace, an expression of untethered, unadulterated need— a desperation that spoke of both ecstasy and the terror of being so utterly undone.

As the peak crested, his muscles seized, his back arching into a rigid bow as a series of powerful, shuddering contractions racked his frame from the inside out.

His hand gripped his cock firmly, slick with a continuous deluge of pre-cum, sliding up and down in perfect rhythm he'd built over the last several minutes. The pressure had been mounting deep in hid core— tight, hot, insistent. Every stroke sent sparks racing along his shaft, the sensitive head flaring with each pass of his fingers.

It started as a sudden, powerful contraction, like a dam breaking.

The root of his cock pulsed hard— once, twice— before the first thick rope burst out with shocking force.

Pleasure exploded outwards from his groin so intensely that it rippled throughout his abdomen, making his abs tighten and his hips buck involuntarily.

His thighs quivered, muscles locking as the orgasm seized control of his whole lower body.

The second pulse was even stronger.

He felt it radiate up his spine, a deep, throbbing heat that spread across his chest and made his nipples harden into tight peaks.

His heart was hammering wildly, and another heavy spurt shot forth, the bliss surging higher— into his shoulders, his biceps, even his fingertips tingling as if every nerve ending was firing at once.

His toes curled hard, legs shaking uncontrollably while his hand kept pumping through the contractions, milking every drop.

Wave after wave rolled through him, full body and overwhelming.

His vision blurred at the edges.

He let out a muffled, broken sound, a soft keening, the faintest hint of a wail that he choked into his fist as the pleasure flooded his brain, drowning out everything else.

His back arched off the floor, every muscle in his torso flexing and releasing in tandem with the spurts still jetting from his swollen head. Even his scalp prickled with sensation, a warm rush that left his frame humming and hypersensitive.

All of him seemed to be spasming at once as his cock spurted in hot pulses over his knuckles and wrist, the sticky warmth painting his hand as his mind went momentarily, blissfully blank, leaving him gasping for air in the cooling air of the room.

The intense waves were subsiding into lingering, fluttering aftershocks that rippled through his stomach and chest. His cock twitched in his loosening grip, still rock hard and overly sensitive.

He collapsed backwards, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick with little pinpricks of broken out sweat.

The ragged, uneven gasps of his breathing slowly subsided, leaving him sprawled out with his hand still slick and trembling.

His heart hammered unevenly against his ribs as the crushing weight of what he'd just done settled in.