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siedertreestudios · 1 year
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Yeah so I wrote some alternate lyrics for brothers because I was bored.
I know that there are kinda-official lyrics for Brothers already but WHATEVER ITS CONTENT
(Plus songwriting is kinda fun actually so…)
ANYWAYS. I wanted to incorporate some more canon references, Ed’s guilt complex, and reassurance from Alphonse into the song while still loosely basing the lyrics off of the canon-ish lyrics. Figured I might as well share it considering it took an hour so… yeah.
With all that said, here’s the lyrics. And if y’all wanna hear me sing it I can, just lemme know if yall are interested in that lol. Okay here:
[ED]
Brother I don’t see how you can stand me,
How could you forgive me for what I’ve done?
I had both of our lives in my hands,
I was the arrogant sun/son.
Don’t you know that I’m the one to blame?
Your soul was lost because of me
I’d take anything to bring it back
To finally set you free
Mother, forgive us,
Can’t you see?
Your sweet smile was all we need,
Years have gone by, but pain resides,
We wanted you here, you see
But nothing could bring you back,
For death holds eternally,
So now we will mourn our sins,
Committed because of me.
[AL]
Brother can’t you see, we’re both to blame,
We both paid our prices all the same,
You couldn’t have known what lied ahead,
But now the Truth has been seen.
I should have fought harder for you,
Reconsidered what we dreamt to do,
Nothing can fix our broken past,
But this mistake will not last.
Mother we missed you, him and me,
Your life was stolen too quickly,
We’ll march on to honor you,
Even if you cannot see,
We’re going to get through this,
Our bodies will be restored,
One way or another see,
Our lives will be complete.
[BOTH]
So we’ll learn how to forgive,
We’ll earn back what has been lost,
I vow this to you now
As brothers we will move on.
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fandom-hoarder · 7 months
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"This pain is nothing compared to his."
Kill meeeee
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daystar-daydreamer · 1 year
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The First Night in Central
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“Why didn’t you call for me, Brother?” Alphonse asked.
Edward’s words caught in his throat. Because you’re too good for me. Because everything is my fault and the least I deserve is a little pain. Because I lost nothing compared to you. Because I’m your big brother; I should be the caretaker.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he finally blurted out.
Edward crammed the last of the little clothing he had packed and looked at the old clock hanging on the wall. It was twelve in the morning. Granny would’ve been screaming at him to go to sleep over an hour ago.
His heart clenched. It was strange, how he could miss something he’d once found so annoying.
As he padded out of the tiny bedroom to the even tinier bathroom, he peeked into the only slightly larger sitting room. Alphonse was still sitting in a corner that had been sunny hours ago, a book open and looking like a toy in his huge hands.
Something inside him twisted. He would’ve given anything to switch places with poor Alphonse. He’d lost everything, but all the blame lay on Edward.
As Edward brushed his teeth, rain started to drum on the roof. He sighed. He used to like rain, but now, the change in pressure made his ports hurt.
But what could he do but go to bed? He had to get up early to go into the office the next day. He went to give Alphonse a pat and a kiss on his helmet. “I love you, Al,” he murmured.
“I love you too, Brother,” Alphonse said.
It was still dark when Edward woke up. His stumps ached horrifically, and every tiny movement sent wave after wave of searing pain crashing through his body.
He curled into a ball and tears pricked his eyes. He bit down as hard as he could to keep himself from crying out.
Al had it worse, he couldn’t feel anything at all. The least Edward could do was not bother him with his own pain.
With every stab of agony, it grew harder to keep quiet. Tears burned Edward’s eyes, and he tried to choke them back. He didn’t deserve to cry when it was all his fault that Alphonse couldn’t…
What felt like hours later, the door creaked open. Edward tried to pull the blanket over his face, and a jolt of pain rippled through his body like electricity. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out.
“Brother?” There came the clanking of Alphonse approaching, then he lifted the covers. Edward shuddered against another flash of pain. “Brother!” Alphonse gasped.
He wrapped Edward in the blanket and scooped him up. He rushed out to the kitchenette, where he lit the stove and held his hands over the fire for a few moments.
Alphonse peeled the blanket from Edward’s ports and placed a hand over each one. The leather of his gauntlets was almost hot, and the pain slowly subsided under his touch. “Better?”
Edward nodded.
“Why didn’t you call for me?”
Edward’s words caught in his throat. Because you’re too good for me. Because everything is my fault and the least I deserve is a little pain. Because I lost nothing compared to you. Because I’m your big brother; I should be the caretaker.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he finally blurted out.
“It’s not a bother to help you, Brother.” Alphonse tucked the blanket over Edward’s ports and held his hands over the stove again.
When he had warmed Edward’s ports, he got up, put Edward onto the chair, and went into the main room. Alphonse returned a moment later with one of the cushions that made up the back of the sofa. He set it in his lap and put Edward on it.
“Is this more comfortable?”
Edward nodded.
Alphonse held his hands over the stove again. “If your ports hurt again, I’ll be right here to warm them up.”
A smile twitched at Edward’s lips. He wriggled his flesh arm out of his cocoon and reached up to pat Alphonse’s face. “Oh, Al… What did I ever do to deserve you?”
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madootles · 2 months
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looking back on a crime scene that he created
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suedoodle · 4 months
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I have a huuuuuuuge weakness. It may or may not be pretty obvious given previous works, but I love bros.... My field is anything animation so when I hear tell of a story with (significant) brother involvement and I will go seek it out. My library is vast and ever expanding.
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carnivill · 8 months
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ARMOR POWER!!!
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metamatronic · 10 months
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Okay so we're at, 6 of 7 humonculi now? If I'm counting right, the only one still unaccounted for is sloth?
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meanwhile, with the real ed…
(this user refuses to let hohenheim die. he lost his dying privileges.)
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fma-03lric · 6 months
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Sometimes I think about how Ed must struggle w shit that requires more fine motor skills. Like basic things that able bodied people don't think twice about. We know Ed can't write with his automail hand. Flesh is so useful for getting traction on items. There's give to flesh, so you can pinch and hold things without worrying it'll slip between your fingers.
I imagine Roy's team becomes much more aware of the difficulties of having prosthetics through littler instances. Maybe somebody in the office asks for a pen when Ed's flesh hand is preoccupied with whatever. He reaches to pick it up with the metal hand and it just kinda skitters around. So he just keeps chasing it so he can pass it over already but he can't get a grasp on it. It becomes an elongated and frustrating affair and he's committed this long to getting the damn thing so he isn't gonna switch hands despite the stares he feels.
And by the time he gets a grip he's so pissed he fucks up the pressure control, clenches too hard, and the pen breaks and ink stains his glove and the surface below it. He gets that horrible wash of embarrassment for being unable to do what most anyone else could no problem. To think about things like this, when Ed is so incredibly capable and competent, is really interesting to me.
Compiling it on top of all his insecurity and self hatred I imagine he gets sick with anger when something of that nature occurs. Especially in front of people he feels compelled to prove himself to.
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subpixie420 · 11 months
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"Put it on
And don't say a word
Put it on
The one that I prefer" - Blue Dress by Depeche Mode💙
💙my links💙 (OF on $5.25 sale!!!!)
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pineappleshake · 1 year
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ling is unfortunately unfazed (sorry ed :P)
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beanghostprincess · 3 months
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Love how Ed and Al's story in Fmab is just them trying to have their bodies back while a shitload of political and mystical drama is going on around them. They might be the main characters but the world does not revolve around them and it's just beautiful.
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s2pdoktopus · 2 months
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Knife shaped siblings and Al
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italoniponic · 6 months
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just three big badass brothers
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and their younger cute siblings that are just rays of sunshine
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I made a similar post to this before, I just wanted to try with a new concept in mind (the big bros with goofy expressions and the lil siblings being all power). Happy siblings day from a only-child :)
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beatcroc · 8 months
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trope that is so charming every time is when the younger sibling is physically bigger than the older one, and vice versa. the more exaggerated the size disparity the better
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eelektrossfan · 1 year
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apparently there was an 03 movie and nobody told me about it
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benratinox · 3 months
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Under the sky of a stormy painting But lightning that feels like it's aiming The colors are dim, but degrading What is happening to me?
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