#carrycorpses

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@carrycorpses​ said  ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

What did he do today to piss her off?

It’s not his fault that jackass was running his mouth. Some asshole wants to choke on his teeth, Edward is happy to oblige them. This is the second time he’s struck another officer in the last month but once again, if someone wants to talk shit, it’s not his fault if they get hit. He’s positive the Colonel is going to have his head for this. He never seems to listen when he tries to speak his side and there’s always some off handed jab at him about how ‘Why can’t you be more like your brother?”  

Why? Cause the Alphonse he knows would have laid that fucker out just the same.  He got drug back to the office after the fight broke out. Would they even listen to him this time? It’s one thing if some asshole wants to open their mouth and talk shit about him but talking shit about Mustang is something he will not allow. If you don’t report in to these four office walls, you better keep your trap shut lest he be required to shut it for you. 

He will not deal with rumors flying around about his Commanding Officer, or someone who has the balls to trash talk both of them.  Stuffy ass old men.  He hates all of them. They’re all fucking pricks. 

He can see the look in Hawkeye’s eyes as she says nothing to him when he enters the room. Breda’s got him by the arm, dragging him behind and Edward wrenches his arm away when they’re finally back in the ‘safety’ of the office. No one has asked for his side of things. No. Of course not. He just got screamed at and forcefully removed from the situation. Mustang is going to kill him for this.  

Even if he was defending him in the first place. 

It’s never ended well when he’s had to be torn off someone with the use of psychical force. 

Some welcome to Central Command, huh?

Not every day some pompous asshole expects to get his shit rocked by a sixteen year old. That’ll teach him to talk shit about his Commanding Officer. Even if Mustang had high potential for asshole-dom fucker didn’t report to him so he doesn’t get those rights. Edward gets to talk shit because he has to deal with him every day.

There’s a roll of his eyes when she just points at a chair as if he’s supposed to be able to read her mind. The worst part about the entire situation is that he can.  ‘Sit there and wait for the Colonel’ he knows the routine by now.  His arms cross over his chest as he places himself in the chair with an indignant thud. 

This fucking stupid.  

Fucker deserved what he got. 

Glances at the floor and the Colonel’s desk.

Fuck that was fast. 

There’s actually a couple. He’s got some comfort food for sure. Breakfast related things in general will always draw his attention.  Pancakes, french toast, waffles, bacon, eggs, omelets, etc - they will always pull him in. It’s his favorite meal of the day after all. 

However, his favorite food is pie, and if you can manage to bring him his favorite one he’ll die on the spot. He lives in the mindset that all pie is good pie. But also Pie is a breakfast food even if Alphonse disagrees with him.  So it doesn’t really matter what pie you bring him, he’ll eat it - but not all pie is created equal. He does have a favorite. However, it’s hard to make because it runs on seasonal ingredients so he can’t normally have it year round - much to his own dismay. 

When they were younger their mother would make them whatever they wanted for their birthdays and Edward always wanted pie. Strawberry Rhubarb pie. It’s his absolute favorite thing on this planet  and he will never tell you “no”.  It’s out of season for his birthday though, so Trisha would just make it for him when it is in season. If someone managed to bring him one on his birthday, he might get a little misty eyed because that meant they went through the trouble of freezing the rhubarb so they could have it for his birthday. (since his birthday is in the dead of winter.) 

Likes and Dislikes || Accepting

😍 something they do my muse loves

“We’re talkin’ ‘bout Win’ taday? Okay. She works’er ass off fer me. Automail is her passion like Alchemy is mine, so I mean she’s gunna give’er all fer it no matter what but she always listens ta me when I have a complaint ‘er a question - after she’s done screamin’ at me that is.  She takes care’a both’a us, n’ we’re total jackasses mosta the time.  

She got me back on my feet again. She got me movin’ n’ writin’ n’ livin’. She’s spent a lotta time takin’ care’a my dumb ass. Gittin’ back ta where I am wasn’t easy n’ I couldn’ta done it without her. No way in hell. Win’ made me stay down when I got sick n’ was recoverin’ from my automail surgery, but she also did little things like teach us how ta braid when she saw I was growin’ my hair out. She takes care’a us even when we’re not takin’ care’a ourselves.” 

💭 my muses favorite memory with them

“This is gunna sound real depressin’ fer mosta ya but it’s special ta me. When I woke up fer the first time after losin’ my limbs, I saw’er face. She’d been settin’ in the room waitin’ just watchin’ over me. She was the first thing I saw. I’d been out fer a week apparently, so I’m told. She screamed fer Grams ta come, n’ Al came rushin’ as soon as she yelled. She was cryin’ all over me. I didn’t know what ta do, I hardly remembered what happened. I barely remembered I’d lost my arm n’ leg.  It was all just a blur but she wouldn’t stop cryin’ over me. Grams n’ Al were just the same. I know Al woulda been cryin’ if he could have. Grams - I hadn’t seen her cry in some time. Not since Uncle Yuriy n’ Aunt Sarah died in the war. 

Random Fun Facts | Currently accepting.

One of Roy’s favorite comfort foods is gnocchi. If he’s having a bad day, he’s going to find some place that serves it and order a bunch of it for himself. No, he will not share it.

The room felt like it was spinning, spinning so fast he might be thrown off balance. He felt the nausea come up and he gripped the counter, his frame shaking. Everything felt off and he could smell something foul, it was a phantom smell but that didn’t make it any less real.

“Lieutenant Hawkeye..” He forced a smile. It felt so strange to be back home or was he really back home? It felt the same but different. Maybe it was because he had spent so long in the other world, it all seemed too good to be true. He couldn’t be in Central right now.