ELRICEST; sinking with this ship

elricest @ 2008-07-24T21:53:00

2008-07-25T01:53:27Z

I'm selling a few books again, for Hagaren and many others... All Hagaren's are Edward/Alphonse. A couple are Heppoko Alchemist and Escape Club.

You can check everything out HERE and HERE (too many books, had to split them up).

[x-posted to other comm. Sorry...]

Selfish

2008-07-23T19:33:20Z

Hi, I thought I'd contribute a little Ed/Al fanfic I'd written a while ago. I hope people like it. ^^

Title: Selfish
Pairing: Ed/Al
Warnings: Incest, well on Ed's part, at least
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary: What is absolution or oblivion anyway? What does a little insanity, a little panic do to help, anyway?

Selfish

[Pic] Moonlit Kiss

2008-07-17T10:43:37Z

Hi all! I have an Elricesty piece of fanart to share o^____^o

Moonlit Kiss

Took us forever to finish it @_@ Hope you likes!

elricest @ 2008-07-15T17:26:00

2008-07-15T23:32:06Z

hI
Could one of you nice people, please, tell me what Bluebird's Illusion is? And where I can check it out. If I can check it out, that is. Thank you for your helps.......yeah.

elricest @ 2008-07-15T08:04:00

2008-07-15T15:04:36Z

Thought I'd let everyone know we're up and running again.

http://edward-x-alphonse.deviantart.com/

Elricest Drabble

2008-07-13T05:09:39Z

Here you go! Exactly 100 words. I actually wrote four of these types of drabbles and they all turned out shorter than I expected.
To be honest, I think of myself as an amateur when it comes to writing, so any constructive criticism would be awesome~

Edward couldn’t bear it, watching Alphonse amble through the house after a hot shower, wet and gleaming, barely covered by the thin and all too short towel. Watching him dress, undress; get up gracefully in the morning light from the silken sheets to stretch his young, supple body while he let out a feeble, yet audible moan… It was all too much for him. Too much for anyone. Oh, how Edward wanted to touch this boy, this beautiful and innocent boy who greeted him every luminous evening after a hard day at work with a warm, loving—but brotherly—embrace.

Oh hai, fked up fic tiem? D:

2008-07-06T02:52:57Z

Title: Empty
Characters/pairings: Edward, Alphonse, Winry, Roy, Gracia, others (some pairing content, esp. between first three)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: R
Genre: Dark?
Word Count: 3483-7735/13652 (4253 words)
Warnings: See below
Notes: Wrote this over a year ago - originally was supposed to be a single scene...it grew. It's been done for ages, but I've neglected posting it. Warning under a separate cut, because I warned about a lot of stuff - and some people might want to not be spoiled, at all? ;)

( The warnings ) - separate post, where part 1 be at.

( Roy Mustang rapped his fingers against the table... )

Pic lol pic ♥

2008-06-29T18:25:57Z

I did it just some minutes ago XD Hope you like it!
From my DeV: http://sweetlymilky.deviantart.com

In need of an Al.

2008-06-27T23:53:48Z

Hey there. I'm an Ed RPer looking for an Al RPer for some serious logging. It would be anime-based, and plots would depend on where both of us wanted to go with it. Please only reply if you are dedicated to finishing a long-term session with me.

My favorite theme for the boys is guilt, so the storyline we chose would have to involve that.

You can reach me at kutailed fox on AIM. :D

Hi!=)

2008-06-25T12:44:11Z

Hi)) I'm the newcomer^^
Here is my AMV^^

Hi~ Got a few doujinshi to sell ^^;

2008-06-25T05:47:11Z

I got a lot of Fullmetal Alchemist doujinsh to sell here~
http://armoralchemist.livejournal.com/40738.html

I also got lots of Toward the Terra doujinshi (and 1 Naruto and Gundam Seed doujinshi) for sale here~
http://armoralchemist.livejournal.com/40590.html

Please check them out! I'd really appreciate it =3

A Follow Up From Last Post

2008-06-23T22:27:16Z

I found a video! Now you can all hear my obnoxious voice for yourselves.

...oh, and see the hug. Right. That too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMc8eoxrZbk&eurl=http://www.truveo.com/FMA-VA-Panel-Acen-2008-part-6-end/id/1855519357

Enjoy your LA-VA Elricest. X3

Gather 'round, children, for a tale of Elricest and ACen...

2008-06-21T01:14:07Z

Hey guys! Been a while, hasn't it? Have you all been good children while I was away?

Anyway, I came today-- very late, might I add, and I apologize for that-- to regale you with the tale of a little adventure I had at ACen '08 this year, when at the Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Panel.

So anyway, I'm chilling out with my friends in a room about the size of an average high school cafeteria (yes, it was that huge), squished on all sides by other FMA fanatics. I'm about a half-mile away from the VA table. (Okay, so maybe that's a BIT of an exaggeration... but you know what I mean.) The panel has been going on for over an hour, and the voice actors are looking for-- and I quote-- "A warm and fuzzy end to the panel." (As the previous "last" questions asked were of the more violent variety, AKA "Will you do a 'short rant?'")

This is when inspiration, my dears, STRIKES. With a MALLET.

So I raise my hand. (Read as: I practically jump out of my seat, straining my arm, bouncing around like a woman possessed.)

By some stroke of amazingness, Vic actually turns and looks my way. He squints, tilts his head, and he says:

"Are you a Nerima Daikon cosplayer?"

And yes, by golly, I was. (Mako, baby! I'm still impressed he knew that.)

I nodded excitedly, and assured him when he asked that my question was definitely the warm and fuzzy ending to the panel they were looking for. When he and the others seemed convinced, I stood and said (well, shouted, really, since it was a big room):

"I hated the end of the movie."

Now this, of course, was seen as pure blasphemy-- but though Vic seemed to be writhing, the other VAs stunned, and the crowd around me poised to attack, I pressed on.

"I mean, after two seasons of trying to save each other and years of searching for one another, and after finally FINDING one another, what do Ed and Al do? They just sort of strike a pose. They don't hug or ANYTHING."

At this point, to my intense amusement and surprise, Laura Bailey (the ever so seductive voice of Lust) joined in with a resounding: "Oh my God, I know! I so agree!"

"And so," I concluded (with what I'm sure must have been a wicked grin that I pray Vic wasn't able to see), "my question is: could you guys hug each other now?"

Even though I was still about a half a mile away, I could feel Aaron's stare. "Here?" he asked, sounding a bit shocked. (And, I would imagine, scarred for life. Have I mentioned how tall he is in real life? I'm not a short girl, and I had to stare straight UP when I asked him for a hug later that day.)

"Yes."

At this point, a loud cry erupted from the audience, many of whom began chanting "Hug! Hug! Hug!" I cheered with them, and inserted a pair of big puppy dog eyes.

Vic-- forever the sweetheart-- laughed and called over the tumult, "Y'all must not see us together very often, 'cause I am ALWAYS hugging this guy!"

The cheers continued. Both voice actors-- situated on opposite sides of the long table-- stood, walked to one another...

And proceeded to bear-hug.

And their WAS much rejoicing. XD

Of course, this isn't a verbatim account-- ACen was already nearly a month ago-- but you get the gist. By the way, I KNOW people were recording this panel... did anyone get the hug on tape?

Also, I was thinking of selling a doujin by the name of AlEd #4 by Escape Club... practically in mint condition, with its own little plastic sleeve. Like every Escape Club doujin, it's beautifully drawn with a heartbreaking story line... but this particular title, while featuring some Elricest, focused mainly on Ed/Hei. I know a lot of Elricest shippers enjoy that coupling, so...

I admit, I've never sold stuff to people on-line before, so I'm not exactly sure how to approach this. I'm thinking of selling the doujin (as it is long, in fantastic condition, and by a very popular doujinka) for $50-- but this WOULD INCLUDE shipping and handling. I could take cash... and that's about it. (Don't have paypal or anything... I know, I suck. ^_^;)

If anyone is interested in this, let me know-- either via post or email (digidragon36@juno.com). If not, that's cool, too. :D

Tetherball - Chapter 3

2008-06-19T06:24:21Z

Title: "Tetherball"
Author: </a></b></a>himura_arimikoe
Pairing: Edward/Alphonse, others mentioned
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: R-NC17 Overall.
Warnings: Language, obscure mentions of rape, character death, generally disturbing. This is not sweet or fluffy. Bad things happen. Due to the overwhelmingly positive response to the first chapter, I've decided to continue.
Disclaimer: Not mine, thankfully, or some really damn bad things would happen.
Summary: Colonel Roy Mustang didn't look so cocky in death, Derian mused sardonically.

Thanks to all the reviewers, I wouldn't have kept this up without your amazing responses... and... well, THANKS.

Back to Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Ashes

“You don’t have any right to ask him that!” Winry yelled, shoving the chair into the table. Both screeched a few inches across the floor before clattering to a halt, askew. “He’s already been questioned by the military, he’s told them everything he knows! Don’t involve him in this!”

“The murder of Edward Elric is a very compelling case, Miss Rockbell,” Derian Harris said quietly, straightening his glasses, very cool under her withering glare. What she wouldn’t give for a wrench to make him feel something, he didn’t even care-

“There’s also strong evidence that Edward and Alphonse Elric…” the sergeant’s face twisted into something like deep disgust, even if his voice was cool, “Were having… an incestuous relationship. With the younger Elric’s own testimony, this could give him motive-”

“Al loved Ed. He was the center of his world! There’s no way he could ever hurt him! Ever!” Winry found herself sputtering, cheeks turning red. Harris and the sergeant exchanged a look. She knew she was acting very strangely for someone who should have only just found out that two of her childhood friends, both male, no less, were having an extremely close relationship.

“Perhaps, Miss Rockbell, and I’m not saying that this is the case…” Harris looked to be thinking carefully. “Perhaps Alphonse lashed out against his brother… because he did not return his affections?”

Winry blinked furiously, trying to clear her vision. “Al wasn’t always like this,” she whispered. “He went weird after Ed died.” She made a cutting motion in the air, pressed her lips tightly together. She could see her fingers trembling. “Ed was all he cared about. Those two lived for each other, they always have… I can’t imagine what finding Ed like that did to him..!”

Harris let out a deep breath, then removed his glasses. Without them, he resembled Havoc more than Edward. When he looked up again, his blue eyes were softer. “I can’t imagine what that poor boy must be going through, Miss Rockbell. I’ve seen cases of emotional trauma, but never something like this. Never something that would drive a person to committing such an act as he did, especially considering his previous temperament. There is a reason, a story, and he needs to tell it for anyone to be able help him.”

---

“You’re acting weird, Al.”

Alphonse’s metal neck creaks as he looks down at his brother. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you don’t shut up for a second unless you’re angry or depressed. Something’s up.”

How Ed can be so socially retarded and yet so sensitive to his little brother’s moods, Alphonse will never know. Usually he blesses Ed’s dedication and unflinching support, but other times he wishes he were harder to read.

“Jerk!”

“Stupid!”

“Alchemy geek!”

“Kitten-loving, clean freak gayboy!”

Laughing.

Edward kisses Al’s helmet where his mouth should be. Armor shouldn’t be able to blush, but he feels hot.

Gasping.

The flames are touching him all over, blue flames that aren’t hot, the light of the alchemic reactions. Wrath is silent, tears streaming down his face like the red substance from his ruined chest, but he endures the pain because he wants to die… and instead of his heart there is a Stone.

Edward claps his hands.

There is blood everywhere. Ed smiles, clutching at his port-less shoulder, grinning through the crimson stains.

“It’s done,” he whispers, and blood sputters through his lips, teeth stained pink as he smiles.

Ed is walking again, flinching, but he never makes a noise or says a word about how much it must hurt. Instead he smiles that wide, cocky smile and grips Al’s hand. He can finally feel.

“Happiest sinners in history, eh Al?”

Al woke up staring at the ceiling. His eyes failed him, blurring themselves with tears, and he rolled over to hide the soft sobs. His cell-mate’s bunk squeaked below him, and Al froze. He almost thought the tears should stop halfway down his cheeks, he was so still.

It didn’t fool him.

“You’re awake, eh?”

Al shuddered.

“I could hear you crying in your sleep. Brotherrr,” the man mimicked, putting on a high, whimpering tone. A face appeared level with his, the wide, manic grin making his eyes shine. Alphonse hid his face. He could hear the rasp of dirty fingernails on beard stubble.

Kimbley could never resist opening wounds. Al prayed it would only be words tonight. That, at least, he could bear. Instead he squeaked, clutching at his sheets as Kimbley pulled him bodily off the bed, onto the floor, slamming his face against the bedpost. Red lightning shot through his head, spots bursting in front of his eyes.

“No, not tonight, please no,” he mumbled stupidly, and got a smack for it. Al resigned himself to shutting up as his cheek ground into the poured concrete floor. Kimbley’s hand yanked on his hair, and he caught a flash of the scarred palms. There was no trace of the tattooed arrays once there, but Al could remember them clear as day, and the mere memory of them was enough to make him hold his tongue.

It seemed to go on forever, and Al stared blankly at a dust bunny under Kimbley’s bunk. It seemed to shift up and down, almost jumping because of his movements, and the thought almost made him smile.

It deeply bothered him that it was there and he hadn’t noticed before. It really was disgusting, and he itched to get up and sweep it out.

Once he was allowed to get up, he stared down at the concrete, realizing he’d bled all over it.

Well now. That just wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all.

Al showed up with new injuries the next morning, but with a bright, beaming smile.

“How are you tonight, Winry?” he asked pleasantly, clasping her hands. “I haven’t seen you in ages. How’s the shop going?”

“Oh… a few new customers. Mr. Garfiel asked me to come back next year,” she said with a hesitant smile, and Alphonse grinned.

“Good! I hope that you-”

“Alphonse, how did you get those injuries?” Derian asked, but Alphonse pushed on, almost as if he wasn’t even there. “Alphonse,” he said patiently.

Finally, Al seemed to come back to earth, large eyes moving over to Derian. He seemed confused to see him there, but smiled. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten my manners… I’m Alphonse Elric.” He held out his hand. Derian watched him, but didn’t take his hand.

“I’m Derian Harris,” he finally replied. “We’ve met.”

Al laughed. “I’m sorry, I forget things easily. Brother says that I’m so scatterbrained sometimes, I’d forget my head if it weren’t so securely attached.” He patted his neck as though to demonstrate, and a flicker went over Winry’s features.

“Al… go ahead and sit down. I’ll bring you some coffee.”

Al’s face did something strange then, as did his body. He pulled back, and did a double-take with his entire frame, and a flash of horror slammed through his eyes, leaving an anguished, shattered expression in its wake. “No coffee,” he whispered, and sat down as though his legs had been cut out from under him.

He wouldn’t speak the rest of the session, nor did he respond, even when Winry began to cry and tugged on his arm, pleading with him to talk.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Winry sobbed softly, trying to wipe at her tears. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have said that…”

“Why did he react like that?” Derian whispered back, glancing over at the unresponsive young man. He was absently smoothing the wrinkles of his bright orange prison uniform, completely oblivious to the fact that they were in the room.

“The coffee beans,” Winry hiccupped. “Riza said she asked him to go get the coffee beans… that was when he found Ed…” the haunted look in her eyes was enough for him to stop questioning.

Finally, Derian sent the young man back to his cell, and Winry went to her hotel, promising to come again tomorrow.

Derian himself had one more stop before he could head home. His stomach roiled at the thought - he’d never much liked this part of his cases. He supposed it would pass once he got older and could distance himself, but now… he rapped on the big door of the old building, suppressing a shiver.

“Harris?” rasped the voice of the man inside. He sounded like he’d tried to gargle several rusty nails sometime in his youth. The door creaked open, and the man gave him a grin. “That you, Harris?”

“Yes,” Derian straightened his shoulders. “You got my message?”

“Iss’all ready for you, kiddo,” said the leathery-faced old man as he bowed him inside, puttering along behind him. The hairs on the back of Derian’s neck prickled. He didn’t like not being able to see this particular man. “But I gotta be here. To supervise, like.”

“Yeah, I know,” Derian replied quickly, and the man cackled as he closed the door. He ambled over to the table and drew back the sheet.

The face Derian saw then was a familiar one. It should be, by now. He’d looked at pictures of this man every day since Winry Rockbell had showed up in person at his office, the first day after he had evaluated Alphonse, near-hysterical, begging him to take the case. Truthfully he hadn’t needed much convincing. He’d always been the type with the maddening need to understand.

Colonel Roy Mustang didn’t look so cocky in death, Derian mused sardonically. There were faint indentations of shadows under his eyes, as though he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the weeks prior to his demise. Then again, the death of one of his subordinates would wear hard on a man, wouldn’t it? Especially if they were murdered right under your very nose?

Derian snapped on the surgical gloves he had been given to wear, keeping back a shudder, and reached out to bring the sheet farther down. His fingers brushed against the upper arm of the body, and he had to keep himself from retching. Bodies were supposed to be stiff. This was squishy, and moved like cold clay. The skin stayed where he had touched it, moving back to its original shape with the consistency of chilled honey.

The sheet came down, and he finally caught a glimpse of what had been swimming around his nightmares since he had learned the details.

“What was the… the official cause of death?” he asked softly, trying not to breathe. The smell alone was making him tremble, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He tugged the sheet down still more. There was a wet sucking noise. The horror of it was so absolute, his brain had almost stopped working and refused to see it, as though his mind were trying to protect him from what lay in front of his eyes.

“Dunno,” chuckled the undertaker. “Bein’ torn clean in half mighta had something’ to do wit it, tho’. You know, they had a hell of time tryin’ to put all his guts back.”

Derian dropped the sheet and staggered backwards, ripping the blood-smeared gloves from his hands before going to the sink, washing them as hard as he could, as though he could get the blood off. Trembling, he sat down and put his head between his knees. The room seemed unbearably hot.

“And this… this was done… alchemically?”

He was rather proud of himself for how composed that sounded.

“Yup.” The undertaker smacked his lips once with the word. “They say the fuckin’ lunatic just clapped his hands and blew him into two halves, top an’ bottom. Blood an’ innards everywhere. He was a long time dyin’…”

Derian wiped his hands dry on his shirt, fighting to keep from screaming.

“It was at his brother’s funeral, wasn’ it?” the old undertaker went on, raising one leathery eyebrow, tutting softly. “They barely had the dirt over ‘im, and that bastard went an’ killed ‘is commandin’ officer. The Colonel was the only half-decent man in power this part ‘o the country, lemme tell you that. It wasn’ none of it his fault the Fullmetal died. But that younger brother, he was always a queer one, and that you may tie to. Ain’t nobody else that would wear a suit of armor for six years. Laws, he was already half gone before they went an’ put ‘is brother in the groun’.”

Derian got the hell out of there.

A feel of deep sickness and foreboding came over him as he sat behind the wheel of his car, shivering in the gloom of the night.

Major Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist. Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist.

Two murders. One solved, one not. So obviously connected. But so much didn’t fit.

Derian started the car. Several hundred people had been present when Alphonse had killed Roy Mustang. Had he lost it before or after that?

He shuddered, remembering the smirk in the photo, seeing all too clearly the scene in the morgue. Something tickled his ear, and he flinched, ice sliding down his spine. He remembered Edward’s face, the details he had memorized from so many photos. The only ones he was smiling in, Al was present.

The rest of the time his expression was cold and hard.

The sound of the rain blocked things out. It was almost as if something unseen was whispering into Derian’s ear, the words so distant he couldn’t make them out.

Derian was not a superstitious man, but now, he felt that something was about to go horribly wrong. The signpost to the prison loomed up, and he swung the steering wheel in its direction.

It began to rain as he drove back to the prison, and the feeling only got worse.

The faint crack slammed like a bolt of lightning up through his arm, but even that feeling was dulled. The metal bed frame squealed in protest, and he could see it dented, stained with a smear of red. Blankly, Alphonse stared, brought his hands up before his eyes, squinting to see them in the dim light. His fingers were twisted, mangled from hitting them repeatedly on the metal, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. Blood.

Not enough. He needed more.

Another bang resounded, followed quickly by another, and another. One of his fingernails split in half - finally - and he pulled his hand back, a childlike grin lighting up his face. He pressed the bleeding hand to the cell floor, and slowly drew out an array. There was a flash of light, and the padlock that held his cuffs together released, crumbling to dust.

He clapped his hands.

The bed frame warped. Finally, something useable. Quickly, he hadn’t much time - he scooted back against the wall, taking the bowl they’d given him his supper in, and balancing it in his lap. Then, he took the thing in his left hand, leveled it, looking grimly at the pale, bruised expanse of his right forearm and wrist.

There was a soft popping noise as the makeshift blade pierced the skin. There was no pain, only a strange dragging sensation as he pulled the sharp metal downwards, watching with a cool, analytical, surgical precision.

If I dig deep enough, will I be able to find it…?

The blood trickled down, running in thick, greasy rivulets down the skin, dripping off his elbow into the bowl set up for precisely this purpose. It was coppery bright, something real in the gloomy dreamscape. It began to pool there, and Alphonse frowned at it.

Will I be able to cut it out of me?

Vaguely, he realized there was someone next to him, someone pressing a cloth over his arm, panicked blue eyes looking up into his. He smiled.

“Hello, Derian.”

“Alphonse… what are you doing?” Derian whispered in horror, tightly tying up the cloth. Thankfully the cut wasn’t too deep, but it was bleeding a lot, as shallow cuts are wont to do. The childlike, innocent face stared up at him, a tiny twitching in the corner of his lips, but his eyes were alive. Those eyes were pain.

“I don’t know,” Alphonse whispered, hiccupped, and then clung desperately to him, shuddering as tears finally came.

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Experiments

2008-06-19T05:25:09Z

Art: Experiments
Artist: himura_arimikoe
Pairing: Elricest (Hinted)
Genre: ... brainbreak?
Rating: G
Warnings: Crossdressing? Brainbreak? To quote rynnae, you can't unsee it.

Try drabbling THIS, guys. I DARE YOU.

The twisted fanartage continues.

2008-06-17T04:21:05Z

I bring disturbed doodle in another attempt to break some brains! 8D
Uncolored. Because I fail at coloring and don't feel like ruining this.

Warning: don't look too hard at the wires, it'll make your head hurt. x_x

As we all know, Ed's tastes are... questionable. So let's just pretend someone else built the wire-wings, kay? ^^;; They were my attempt at minimizing the amount of wires I had to draw, augh. The wings were supposed to resemble those of a butterfly, but I obviously failed. 8D;;

If anyone's interested, a drabble challenge for the story behind this situation? <3

doujin sale

2008-06-16T16:02:07Z

Hi! I have 60 doujin for sale on my livejounal including:

Bleach ------------------------- 1
Code Geass ----------------- 1
FFVII ---------------------------- 7
FMA ----------------------------- 25
Gundam Seed --------------- 5
Gundam Wing --------------- 4
Hikaru no Go ----------------- 2
Harry Potter ------------------- 2
Kingdom Hearts ------------ 1
Katekyo Hitman Reborn -- 5
Naruto ------------------------- 5
One Piece -------------------- 2
Yami no Matsuei ----------- 1

http://rubysp720.livejournal.com/6098.html

Rain, Rain, Go Away

2008-06-14T19:09:18Z

Title: Rain, Rain, Go Away
airing: Ed/Al
Rating: PG-13 - a bit of a "mature scenario"
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, just like playing with them!
Summary: A short piece that can be called pre-series. Not a lot to describe that wouldn't give away the whole thing. I might incorporate it into something longer, but I liked the way it came out.
Warnings: Contains young Elricest

He thought of the month they spent on Yock Island when they were young. In the beginning he, and Al, really thought they may die.
Al snuggled close to him in their make-shift shelter. They were wet, and cold, and hungry. Ed put his arm around his young brother and rested his cheek on the dirty-blond hair.
"I don't like it here, Brother," Al said softly.
"Me, either," Ed replied.
"Why did Sensei do this to us?" Al asked.
"I don't know, Al," Ed sighs, "Her teaching methods are strange sometimes."
Al looked up at him with wide, sad eyes. Ed leaned over and gave him a reassuring kiss on his forehead. When he pulled back and looked at his brother, Al looked a little more relaxed. Ed leaned in again and kissed him on the cheek, just below his left eye. Al smiled a bit, still looking him in the eye. Ed softly pressed his lips to his brother's. It was an oddly comforting sensation. It somehow made him more aware of how delicate his brother was, and how he must protect him at all costs.
He pulled himself away reluctantly. Al nestled closer to him as they watched the rain fall.

Short Piece

2008-06-05T14:49:56Z

Title: Little Kiss
Author: Kallianah apocryphal_muse
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ed/Al
Warnings: Underage, chaste kiss, unimaginative title, etc.
Word Count: ~530

Wrote this on a whim to get it out of my head. Hope you enjoy. <3

[Linky linky to the story.]

Art art art yay for gay incestual art!

2008-05-25T21:12:23Z

Since DA is a self sustaining pit of hypocrisies and if it doesn't have T&A it gets thrown off, I've got myself a y!gallery. YAY CELEBRATION! At least there I know my art won't be taken down 83 And I can draw and post a little more explicit art without worry

So without further adieu-

SOME NSFW ART!

Edit: OKAY! :> Fixed it so you don't need to have a y!gallery account to view the pictures <3

Lower hip licking NSFW

Neck licking NSFW

Drabble Fic- Blood

2008-05-24T03:53:10Z

Fanfiction: Blood
Author: Envi90
Pairing: EdxAl
Genre: Drama, Psychological (Kind of, seeing as it's only a drabble)
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Ed watches as Al bleeds. Mentions of self-mutilation

I'm watching you, little brother.

Drabbles!

2008-05-23T23:05:13Z

My latest drabbles for your enjoyment~

Follow the link to my journal.

New here.

2008-05-19T23:07:46Z

Hello Everyone!
How are you all?
I am fairly new to LJ so I am not quite sure how to post a story with the link? Could someone please explain this to me? I have been working on an Elricest story for a while and I would like to post it here ^.^

elricest @ 2008-05-13T21:08:00

2008-05-14T01:15:00Z

I'm selling some Edward/Alphonse (some with Hohenheim) books along with a lot of other series. If interested, you can check everything out HERE and HERE (too many books, had to split them up).

[x-posted to other comm. Sorry...]

Yaoi on a cake?

2008-05-13T18:07:49Z

I’ve been an anime / yaoi fan for years, and I’d really appreciate it if you took the minute it’ll take to answer my questions. It will really help me out.

If this post isn’t allowed in any way, please remove at your leisure.

To answer, simply put the number your answer corresponds to in the order of the questions asked. So if for the first question you picked was 4, for the second question you picked 2, the next 5, and for the last question you picked 3, put [4, 2, 5, 3] in your comment. That’s all I need.

Thank you!

How do you usually acquire your BL / Slash / Yaoi / Shonen-Ai / etc?
-1.) Online Shops.
-2.) A Bookstore.
-3.) A Comic Book Store
-4.) I buy used ones from my friends and from sites like this one.
-5.) Other [please tell me what]

Why do you prefer this method?
-1.) It’s convenient.
-2.) It’s the only way I can get my hands on some of this stuff.
-3.) I know the shop owner.
-4.) It’s more private / less personal. I don’t like people knowing what I’m buying.
-5.) Other [please elaborate]

If you saw a store that sold cakes with anime characters and logos [and maybe some soft BL and Shonen-Ai] on cakes and other sweets, what would you do?
-1.) OMG! Anime and cake? *Runs inside*
-2.) Uhm... That’s just going too far. Anime is one thing, but an anime cake?
-3.) How cute! Maybe I’ll get one for my next birthday.
-4.) I’d pause to look, but I’d keep walking otherwise.
-5.) Other / I don’t know.

And lastly...

If there was a shop near you, or just a bus ride away, that sold these cakes in a kind of cafe, as well as a decent collection of old and new Anime and Manga, with a Yaoi / Shonen-Ai section in the back [perfectly private], would you shop there?
-1.) Totally! I’d be in there every day! Maybe twice a day!
-2.) I’d probably visit once in a while...
-3.) I’m a cafe person, I’d be there for the cakes.
-4.) Maybe...
-5.) Uhm... no.

Thank you so much!
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