HUMAN */ MONSTER

so idk how, what or why but somehow an old eating disorder has got me in its clutches again?? sounds ridiculous but it has and i hate it?? if I'm honest, I think its had me a lot longer than I’d like to admit. whilst never officially diagnosed (bc my parents refused to believe it and wouldn’t take me to a doctors) I’m certain that I have an OSFED (Other Specified Feeding or Eating Disorder) and its coming back to bite me in the ass. however! I'm an adult who doesn’t need their parents to pull them out of school! I’m booking an appointment on monday with my doctor to try and get some actual serious help instead of whatever the hell my parents tried to do. 

Please bare with me, I’m very tired, both mentally and physically. But, I’m not gonna let this stop me! 

Van has never been good at fighting, as a child he’d go round and round with the sons of merchants who couldn’t keep their mouths shut. “Look there's a slave. I wonder if it has fleas?”  But his fists were small and his stomach empty whereas those boys were large and filled, not to mention they never alone. He’d limp back to the masters house and into the shed where they all slept. No. 14 would see him, his eye socket bruise, lips split, body bruised and she’d take pity. But, she also told the Master.

Dr.  Hohenheim  blinked  at  the  student  before  him  as  his  class  started  to  pack  their  things  at  the  end  of  the  lecture.  He’s  seen  them  before  in  class  and  believes  them  to  be  his  oldest  sons  roommate,  but,  they’re  also  the  one  Dr.  Armstrong  mentioned,  the  one  who  tried  to  sneak  vodka  in.  In  the  words  of  his  sons,  this  is  weirdly  '  on  brand.  '   

“  I  would  hope  so,  ”  Van  said,  hoping  that  Dr.  Armstrong's  case  was  a  one-off,  “  we’re  in  the  lab  next  week,  don’t  want  you  catching  on  fire.  ”  Better  safe  than  sorry.

@xerxestone asked :  😷 (👀👀👀)

Fainting meme // accepting. 

TRISHA HAD BECOME QUITE WEAK since she had been brought back from the dead ; tiring was quick and illness was frequent, after all … she hadn’t a full soul anymore! The woman was always aware of when to sit and rest, but tonight she just had too many chores she had to get to! The laundry had been done and folded, kitchen had been cleaned, and Trisha was in the process of cooking dinner. It first started with the initial wave of dizziness, and ten her vision began to grow blurry. She had to be just a bit dehydrated, right? 

Without thinking too much on her ill feelings, Trisha made her way to the cupboard, pausing just as she opened it, trembling fingers wrapping around a glass. Without any warning, her vision went dark, sending Trisha toppling to the floor, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the house. Perhaps next time she will listen to her gut.

Van  still  can’t  believe  all  of  this;  he’s  alive,  the  boys  are  whole   again  and  Trisha,  (  oh  Trisha,  how  he  long  he  waited  for  his  mortal  end  but,  )  there she is,  alive.  They’re  all  alive.  He’d  been  dealt  a  hand  that  no-one  would’ve  wanted  but,  now  if  people  knew  what  he  and  his  family  had  been  through  and  come  out  of,  they’d  be  scrambling  to  snatch  the  cards  out  of  his  hands.  Whilst  their  home  was  gone,  burnt  to  its  foundations,  ashes  blowing  across  the  countryside,  their  family  was  made  anew.  Like  their  home,  all  of  them  were  broken  and  burnt  in  someway,  but  all  of  them  have  a  chance  to  start  again,  from  the  foundation.

Sat  at  his  new  desk,  in  his  new  office,  Hohenheim  was  writing  everything  he  could  down,  he  was  currently  discussing  his  67th  year  of  immortality,  whilst  he  was  still  in  Xing----  He  heard  it,  glass shattering.  His  heart  stopped.  Trisha.  The  only  thought  on  his  mind  as  he  rushed  out  of  his  office,  down  the  stairs,  her  name  on  his  lips,  “  Trisha?  ”  

He  froze,  for  a  second,  turning  the  corner  to  the  kitchen,  trisha  slumped  on  the  floor.  “  TRISHA!  ”  He  rushed  to  her  side,  kneeling  next  to  her  and  pulling  her  on  to  her  lap,  not  caring  about  the  glass  digging  into  his  legs.  With  two  fingers  on  her  pulse  point,  his  heart  started  beating  again,  she  is  still  alive. He  needed  to  move  her  off  the  floor,  to  soft  surface  but,  what  he  really  needed  was  help.  Gently  lifting  her  up,  (  head  on  his  elbow,  knees  over  his  other  arm,  )  he  started  walking  to  the  stairs,  his  voice  bellowing,  “  EDWARD?  ALPHONSE?  ”  

Van Hohenheim was born and instantly left in an orphanage with his twin  (  father  ) with no name and no clue to who his parents were. Growing up in the system was hard but, trying to find foster / adoptive parents who wanted to take two boys was harder. The two of them drifted from foster to foster until they aged out of the system. It got complicated between him and his brother, Hohenheim had been accepted to his first choice college but his brother had nothing. There was an argument and they fought. Van went to the East Coast and he can only assume his brother went West.

Studying Biochemistry as a major and history and education as a minor, Van stayed in education until he got his PHD in Biochemical applications of Graphene. During his final years of his PHD, he met a young Trisha Elric, they were soon married and had kids ( Edward & Alphonse ).

Hohenheim was born into slavery and was expected to die in slavery; he was only known as and referred to No.23, the number tattooed at the base of his neck. He can only assume that either his mother was so poor that she sold her child into slavery or was a slaves herself. As soon as he would rather walk than crawl, he was expected to help the slave who was looking after him for the day, which included carrying things around the house and sweeping the floors. He was soon called to the Master’s laboratory and he became part of the Masters experiments, being subjected to bloodletting and other minor procedures. ( There is still a small scar on the inside of his left elbow from where the blood was taken; he will occasionally run his fingers over it as a reminder of what happened. )