Loop 26

GoldenGriffiness

Mustang crowed inwardly as he pulled he warded his office,kicking back with his arms pillowed behind his head and feet up on his desk. Around him, three dozen quick quotes quills and three shadow clones did his job for him.

Looping could be a wonderful thing.

Loop 27

The Danger of Children's Card Games

(GoldenGriffiness)

Hair gel + Wiffle ball + Fire = Playing cards

"What the hell happened this time?" Ed said, staring at the deck of seamingly innocent Yu-Gi-Oh cards that should NOT have appeared in baseline helplessly.

"Well you were getting rid of those buckets of hair gel from the last Yu-Gi-Oh loop. Then the whiffle ball hit you in the back of the head. Brother, why were you wearing Roy's gloves again?"

""He's not awake and I was bored." Ed grumbled back. "Yeah, and I snapped by accident and set it on fire…. then it landed in the transmutation circle you were sketching at the same moment I accidently knocked over the gel… And then this happened?" He poked the deck warily with a stick. Childrens cardgames were serious business."We might want to burn them, they're all possession cards. Mostly numbers, some earthbounds… God knows what they'd do here."

Al laughed dryly. "Hey brother, remember when playing cards weren't dangerous?"

Ed sighed. "I dream of those simpler days."

Another snap set the offending deck on fire.

Loop 28

'Little'foot

(GoldenGriffiness)

Ed awoke to a weary voice."Littlefoot, let your heart guide you.. It whispers, so listen closely…"

Ed grit his stubby teeth, looking at the bespectacled sauropod's Amestrian-uniform and glasses. Oh hell no. He reached his long neck into his subspace and grabbed his wand, shooting off a few healing charms before climbing up the long spine and dumping a red potion, spirit gems, nectar from the lilies of life, a fairy and a pheonix down.

Oh good,. Apparently, Land Before Time or not, this world was still displaced enough that the homeloop's 'must kill hughes' crap wasn't carrying over.

He then pinged, and realized that Maes was awake- and female, judging by his loop memories.

And his mother.

And he had "Little" in his name again. DAMNIT! If Maes had been awake to name him that, something would burn.

Loop 29

Lost Friends

GoldenGriffiness

Ed was shaken awake at goddamn freaking 0300 in the morning, eyes peeling open to reveal a face lacking its usual Chesire grin. The slanted eyes were wide, the mouth slightly parted, and he was covered in sweat.

Ed, as you would expect from someone just woken up in the middle of the night, responded to this by swinging up his freshly added automail arm and pounding. The pound of metal against flesh broke him from his dazed panic, and he sat up blinking bleerily. Ling had crashed into the wall and slumped, face and limbs plastered flat against the wall at uncomfortable angles, butt still sticking up in the air.

"Uh… Ooops?...Sorry?"

"N-No no," Came the weak groan, one hand poking up in the Amestrian peace symbol. "I-I'm alright."

Ed rubbed his face. Did he have to get a new port? Clearly he was hurting from recent surgery, he could have sworn it was early in the loop, but he'd been studying equestrian magic, so their was always the possibility he'd… No. No, he was sure he hadn't met Ling yet this loop.

"Ling?" Ed asked, all grogginess fleeing.

"So I've been told." Came the muffled reply. "Ed, what happened to me?"

It had been some time since the last looper, and he'd never quite expected Ling. Honestly, he'd been hoping for Winry. Then again, he'd ALWAYS been hoping for Winry.

"Tell me, Ling, do you remember Greed?" That seemed ambiguous enough not to cause an Unawake Ling an existential crisis if he was wrong...Hopefully. However much Greed had gotten better, that was one thing Ed did his best never to let happen again.

The muted pain that flashed in Ling's eyes was answer enough. The grief of watching a friend pass on without you. The grief of not being able to stop it.

Ed knew that feeling. Knew it again every time a loop ended. He drew a deep breath into his lungs before releasing it- forcing himself to gather his strength for what had to come next. "Hey Ling, help me sit on the edge of the bed. I just got these on, I'm still a mess."

"Yeah, sure. Just don't hit me again." Ling rose with a grown. "That was a hell of a slap, Edward. Ouch."

"Don't wake up people in their house in the middle of the night before you're supposed to show up." Came the grumpy, cryptic reply as Edward falteringly moved himself to sit on the edge of the bed. "Alright, what do you think happened Ling? However insane it sounds, I won't bug you about it."

Ling blinked at him. Ed understood why the prince must be confused. There was little of the teasing animosity he was used to in Ed now. He knew how old he looked- if not in body, then in his eyes. He could see the moment Ling stopped doubting his own sanity.

"Yes. Yes, Ed. I remember Greed."

Loop 30

The Idiot Prince

GoldenGriffiness

Ling took to looping better than any of the others had. After the first bit of terror, he turned his mind on pranking. To finding out how to become emperor quicker. Edward was a bit nonplussed at just how well he took to it, when he wasn't being annoyed at just how ridiculous some of his pranks were. Why the hell did everyone insist on screwing with central command? It just drove Mustang, Awake or not, batshit nuts and he was left to pick up the shattered pieces of his unawake superior. And the country. Fuhrer-Metal King wasn't an experience he enjoyed undertaking, but he was often forced to it lest he leave the Sleepers to rot.

How did Ling even pull off half this crap while being such a new looper? How the hell do you fill Central command up with dumplings? Or make the Bastard's gloves create blasts of chicken-noodle soup rather than fire? Or turn the Fuhrer into a fluffy white rabbit? He KNEW Ling hadn't had a Hogwarts loop yet. He wasn't spilling about what his first fusion loop was, but it must have been a hell of a doozy. He wore the black teleportation belt with pride, though, and abused the strange healing effects with abandon. He swore he should know the red and black slanty-eyed sigil from somewhere.

Ed broke from his musings, walking into Central with a sigh. At least Ling should not be awake this loop, he'd sensed no other pings before…

"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

The clouds dripped syrup, mounds of ice-cream snow littled the ground. Noodles covered many of the buildings, dog-sized animated crab apple dumplings scurried in the melting must of ice cream and mashed potatoes that had flooded the streets. He could see the military scrambling around and bursts of fire as Mustang must be trying to melt the endless piles of frozen treats.

"Get your ass out here you squinty-eyed food-obsessed idiot prince!"

Loop 31

(FMA/Warhammer)

Evilhumor

Commissar Roy Mustang, HERO OF THE IMPERIUM!, did not do his best not to laugh his head off as the sight of the two Primarch.

"Har har, very funny," Ed grumbled, pacing back and forth. "This is just not fair." The Primarch whined, sitting down in his massive chair.

"It seems to be one of those things that Yggdrasil likes to do brother," Al responded, stroking the kitten he had found in his massive, red hands. "At least you can say towered over nearly all of the human population at long last."

"Al, two things," Ed raised an eyebrow at his brother. "One, I did some research on this Alpharius figure I am replacing and even when I am seven feet tall, I'm still so damn short!" Ed shouted, smashing his fists into the table, with Roy barely stopping himself from rolling on the floor. Sighing, the Primarch of the XX Legion looked at the one eye cyclops of the XV Legion. "Secondly, where the hell do you keep finding cats?! I'm pretty sure that they are extinct!"

That did it for Roy, on ground gasping for air.

Loop 32

(FMA/Hub World)

Issues Wrought By Elricest Shippers (Or you know you have problems when Al is gunning for you)

GoldenGriffiness

"What did you do this time..." Al asked, eyeing Ed suspiciously. The older of the two was almost mummified by duct tape and stuck with a permanent sticking charm to a therapy couch.

"Noooothing. At least nothing you need to be concerned with, Al."

"Brother." Al had that 'I give no shits for your bull excuses' expression the armor actually HELPED him express.

"Fiiiiine. I might have made a video to upload onto youtube..."

"In the hub?" Al would have raised a eyebrow if he could.

"Yep..."

"What of, Brother?

"I uh... made a illusion behind me of graphic dyeing puppies and announced that every time fangirls ship me with anyone besides Winry, a puppy dies... And... Uh..."

"And...?"

"E...Every time they ship me with you thirty puppies die..."

Al shook his head. "Brother, that's not going to any good against rabid yaoi fangirls. Or boys." He patted Ed's shoulder. "They aren't worth it Ed."

"I know... Still..."

"Besides!" Al's eyes sparked. "Puppy killing isn't nearly strong enough!" He held up a fistfull of apple-red sticks. "Idiot 'Elricest'-" He gagged- "fans need dynamite! Loooooots of dynamite!"

Loop 33

( MLP/FMA)

(Gamma Cavi)

Twilight awoke reading the book of legends. The first thing she noticed, was that it mentioned two brothers who ruled instead of two sisters. Buck, she thought, it's one of those Loops. Then she paused, as a passage about the elder brother caught her eye. ...and as time passed the elder grew resentful of the fact that he was constantly mistaken for the younger of the two, and teased about his smaller stature. In rage he took on the name Mountain Height, and created immense monuments out of buildings, causing earthquakes as they rose, each monument proclaiming that he, Prince Mountain Height, was not short! The younger prince, Steel Soul, attempted to reason with him, but to no avail. And it was when Mountain Height attempted to embed the Elements of Harmony into his statue that they reacted, banishing him to the sun for a thousand years.

Twilight frowned. Mountain Height's rampage was familiar somehow...

She sent out a ping, and felt two responses. Not the Element ping, but the basic Looper ping. So the princes – or some other presumably non-local loopers, but odds were it was the princes - were awake. But who were they...

"...AND NOW WITH MY HEIGHT SURPASSING MY LITTLE BROTHER, NO ONE WILL EVER CALL ME SHORT AGAIN!" Mountain Height proclaimed from atop a statue of himself, golden mane flaming, before vanishing in a crackle of blue light, of the sort that only prince Steel Soul used to travel.

The rainbow impacted slammed into Mountain Height, and a gold colored alicorn, who looked like a half grown foal, except for the mane aura of sunlight and blue sparks, was left behind. Blue light flared, and Steel Soul appeared. The Unawake Element Bearers hit the floor.

"Oh get up," the prince said, "and thank you all so much, you managed to knock some sense into my brother, Prince Full Metal." he turned to the other alicorn. "It's been ages since I've seen you Brother. I've missed you!"

"Yeah, me too Al. I mean Steel. Are there any new alchemists yet?" Twilight finally realized who the guest loopers were.

During the obligatory Pinkie Party later, Twilight heard the princes catching up, then an argument broke out between Full Metal and the youngest prince, Fire Starter. It seemed Fire Starter had implied Full Metal was short. Twilight smiled. Some things apparently never changed, from what Silver had said about these three.

Misc.

Looping Edward Elric Short rant compilation:

(GoldenGriffiness)

"WHO YOU CALLING A HOBBIT SO MICROSCOPIC TINKERBELL COULDN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY?"

"SHUT UP AND STOP CALLING ME NEMO WHO COULD NEVER BE FOUND!"

"WHO YOU CALLING A BUG SO TINY NAVI COULD SQUASH HIM BY ACCIDENT?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I MAKE ANTMAN FEEL BETTER ABOUT HIS STATURE?"

"IF YOU CALL ME A HALFLING ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I'LL STICK YOUR *******ING ****** UP YOUR ********, *******, ******* ELVISH ASS!"

"WHO YOU CALLIN A OOMPAH-LOOMPAH WITH A NAPOLEON COMPLEX?"

"NO, I AM NOT RELATED TO THUMBALINA!"

"WHO YOU SAYING IS FLITWICK'S LONG LOST SON?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! I AM NOT THE LOVECHILD OF BUMBLEBEE AND TINKERBELL!"

"I'M NOT A FIVE-YEAR-OLD GREMLIN MIDGET!"

"NO! I DON'T NEED A HIGH-CHAIR TO SEE THE SCREEN ON THE ENTERPRISE!"

"NO, I AM NOT A DEKU SCRUB WITH TAN FACEPAINT!"

Loop 34

(FMA/Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

I Like You Better When You Don't Talk

(GoldenGriffiness)

"He's an alchemist. Not as tall as the Alkehists, not a fine-featured as the Homunculi."

Little-Ed had to forcibly stop himself at rolling his eyes. Oh, the things that fused loops did to dialogue were often amusing, even to the point of him ignoring the 'not as tall as' comment, especially since the only alkehist he knew was a certain chibi with a panda-obsession.

His in-loop memories had somewhat giving him a immunization for the loop, what with it meshing his name and Little Creek's into "Little Ed."

He was glad it was a lonely loop. Verry, verry glad. He'd actually seen this movie, to, which was always a plus. And amusing, as he'd found it in Roy's office after another instance of alchemy deciding to go batshit insane for that loop. (Apparently alfalfa, a eagle feather, and Mustang's gloves became a Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron DVD. Go Figure.)

As he was hustled to the post, mentally bemoaning yet another loop where the subspaces were mysteriously absent and the out-of-loop powers, including alchemy, nullified. He was pretty sure Yggdrasil hated him.

He had to hold back a snort when he saw the dark blue-ish horse fighting the post, black mane and tail swishing irritably and white red-tipped hooves carving angry furoughs into the dirt. Even on a horse, the aloof yet pissed-off expression was far too easy to recognize.

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me…." Ed muttered as the two met gazes.

In retrospect, maybe the pretty yellow horse called Hawk-Feather taking the place of Rain should have been the first clue.

"I don't suppose you're subspace is open?" Ed asked Roy later that night. He'd been trying to antagonize the soldiers into throwing the knife, but the leader from the movie had been turned into the female Armstrong, creating a much more competent set.

The horse gave him the flattest of flat looks, one ear twitching back and a hind leg raising like he was ready to kick something. Ed could see that he'd already been fixed up by the cropped mane and tail and scorched mark on his withers. He had also seen Buccaneer walking around with various injuries, though.

The brown-skinned native American sighed, shaking his long black bangs from his eyes. "Alright, I get it, I get it." He thought for a moment. "Hey, can you reach that rock by the fence? Kick it at me, it looks sharp enough."

A goose-egg and a thump later had Ed cursing softly. "How the hell did you aim that thing?"

A amused wicker was his only reply. Ed couldn't help but chuckle. "Still a smartass, bastard? I think I like you better when you can't talk!"

Mustang's teeth clicked dangerously.

"Yeah, yeah, have you actually seen this one? I know I gave it to you as a prank that one time…"

The horse studied him for a moment, before letting loose with a heavy sigh and nodding.

Ed snorted. "Alright, so with Armstrong as the good 'cap, I figure we better try to stick to storyline before everything goes to batcrap."

The towering horse stomped a foot, looking decidedly displeased at this turn of events. Ed was quite capable of figuring out why. "Hey, think of it this way. When she tries to ride you you get to chuck her over the fence."

He grinned at the grudging nod.

"Spoiled donkey." Ed shot at Roy two days later. He was doing fine with the hunger and thirst, he'd had worse. "Yggry never starved you before?"

The horse glared at him, patience clearly a fleeting thing.

Ed leaned against the post with a sigh. "Try and focus on something else, even if it's the heat. It helps."

The horse nodded with a huff. Ed couldn't help but enjoy it. He didn't have much choice but to acknowledge Ed now, and being the smug one was a nice change of pace. "So, does grass taste the same like that as in Equestria? No, huh? How so?"

He wanted to see how long it would take to tempt the bastard into a game of charades. So far, no dice. Just really furious glairs.

Olivier armstrong was harder for Mustang to remove than he'd hoped. He pondered trying to cut in and aid his friend several times but figured getting them both full of bullet holes wouldn't help anybody. He also knew that if Mustang gave in, especially to Olivier and especially with Ed watching, he'd be beating himself up about it for a long time. It probably applied to having to be saved from the situation, to.

And as fun as it was to give him hell, Edward didn't want to see him broken. He'd been there to many times. He winced as Roy tried to use the trick that had won Spirit the match and only got a clap to the face and spur to the belly for it. Of course, all he really had to do was stop and roll, but Ed was sure they both saw the idiocy of killing the villain too soon.

The colonel finally froze. His endurance had never been the best out of his soldiers, and now he was a panting mess, long legs trembling.

Olivier smirked at the stands, full of faces from Briggs. "You see, soldiers? Any horse can be broken!" She kicked the spurs into his sides. "Move along, Mustang."

But then again, he'd had to be spurred (ha, resist the puns, he would not) into rebellion by the Flame Alchemist before. "Hey Jackass!" He hollered, making sure his best shit-eating grin was in place. "Don't go useless on me now!"

That got an enraged roar from the panting blue roan. Obsidian eyes frantically traveled over the available resources before snapping to a familiar blond soldier lighting a cigar with what Ed could only assume was this era's form of a lighter.

Before anyone could quite tell what had happened, the stallion had stolen the tool , curved his neck around, and set the 'Great Wall of Briggs'" butt alight. It was quite easy to buck her off after that.

Feeling that waiting for her to give the order was a bad idea at that point, Little Ed cut his bonds as Mustang jumped the fence. He had to grin at the mischievous- almost manic glee in his face. Some things just never change.

"Let's get the hell out of here." He muttered in the stallion's ear, clinging to his side but respectfully keeping off his back. He figured Mustang had had quite enough of that for one loop.

Little Ed threw his hands into the air as Hawk-Feather nibbled at his pocket. "I forgot, alright?" He told the corralled Colonel hadn't even let him take the tack off. "I've seen a few hundred variants of Hawkeye, alright? Seeing you both as horses is not that weird for me. With your name and how Yggrasil is, it was about as inevitable as all the freaking endless stature jokes I get."

Seeing Hawkeye prancing around him just as Rain would Little Creek clearly wasn't impressing Mustang, nor was seeing her act like a , being in the corral in the first place hadn't impressed Roy, but Ed hadn't seen a easy way around it with Teacher and Winry replacing the two mocking friends from the movie. They certainly wouldn't let him release a good horse, especially one stolen from the heart of the enemy.

He really wished he could access his wand to apparate them out of the situation, or at least that Hawkeye was awake. She was clearly confused, and they both hated to hurt her. Seeing endless reincarnations of his friends hurt Ed, but he'd learned to cope, especially after so many of the loops from the other form of their older anime where Earth's Hughes was a nazi and Wrath- no, it that world he was Pride- a decent man.

Mustang clearly hadn't grown used to it, though. And seeing Riza, who he had just finally started bucking up and going out with, reduced to a semi-sapient animal had to hurt. Ed would have warned him if he'd thought of it, but he had become too used to the random shit done to his friends and family alike, and hadn't remembered how many fewer variants Mustang had been exposed to. "Elizabeth" was probably the worst of it, and she was easy to avoid.

"I'm sorry, Roy, alright?" Ed finally said, expression serious as he chanced opening the gate and pacing towards him. "I know how hard it is."

The Colonel sighed, before finally allowing the dark-skinned alchemist close enough to remove the saddle and bridle.

Ed approached with the light lasso, irritation apparent. "'My' Tribe isn't impressed with my lack of effort to tame you."

Mustang looked at him, switching his tail dismissively in a clear question. 'Why should I care?'

"Because if it isn't me, Teacher wants you. And I'd rather face Armstrong than her any day." That brought a infuriated huff from the horse, clearly unimpressed at the idea of being treated like property.

"I know. Believe me. Someone tried to ship me and Al to Timbuktu once." He grumbled something about a orange wise-ass cat. "The animal loops can suck. Especially the more 'realistic' ones. Never get an animal fixed. You don't know who could have looped in as them."

Mustang raised an eyebrow, expression half between amusement and horror.

"Butt-out, Bastard." Ed grumbled, sighing as he leaned against the horse's side. "And don't worry. I ran the fuck away. Quickly."

Mustang whinnied in agreement.

"Regardless, we need to be seen doing something about training you. By my estimate and your hair growth in comparison to the…." Edward blinked as the confused horse butted his shoulder. "What?"

Mustang tilted his head, projecting confusion. "Uh… Oh! I was planning a prank, that's why I know the movie so well right now. Anyway, I think we have a month or so left before the attack. Why don't we start looking around the village? You will have to have the lasso on you for appearances sake, though."

The roan knickered his grudging acceptance. He clearly wasn't going to be accepting any riders, so it was the kindest option Ed could think of without butchering the plot as he knew it. He'd rather not branch into the unknown with the Colonel in such a vulnerable position.

Roy whickered his amusement when he turned to see what the brat had done to him. His shoulders now bore the painted arrays of his alchemy, the red gleaming against the dark blue of his fur.

He had been a dragon before, he had been a lion and a pony and many other things. But this was the first time he had been without speech. It hadn't even been a possibility he'd imagined. He would have expected Fullmetal to be a ass the whole time, like he likely would have in turn. But aside from the occasional jibe, Ed seemed calm and understanding for the most part. Once again, it floored the Flame General to remember just how old Fullmetal was.

For all the gifts looping gave, it gave many more uncertainties. Fears of Waking Up to various terrible scenarios. Fears that everyone you cared for would never start looping and keep forgetting all the time you spent with them until you were as good as stranger to them.

What nearly happened to Hawkeye when she awakened haunted him, while what happened to Ed at Envy's hands ravaged his nightmares.

He knew Ed was planning to find a way to train them against that, and he hated to think what that would entail. As well as planning to give them a crash course in "How to Alphonse."

With Edward's teacher being who she was, he shuddered to think what he would come up with.

"Hey, Colonel." A hand was waving in front of one of his face. "You spaced out for a second there. Everything alright?"

Mustang snorted at him, not eager to play charades, before sending the red paint splattering over the boy with a kick.

"Horsie!" Mustang blinked, eyes alighting on the Elicia look-alike before shooting Ed a curious look.

"He was here in my loop memories but got attacked." Ed said with a sigh. "If you think I look weird with this skin, you should have seen him." He gestured at his coffee skintone. "He even managed to steal some glasses! He also loved eagle feathers. Like, obsessively. They reminded him of his 'nest' and 'family.' This Hawkeye used to be his."

He got hugged by the little girl, his nostrils played with (urg) until this loops version of Gracia came to tug her away, though Mustang was a little nonplussed at how HARD it was to identify her with brown skin and black hair.

Damnit. Can't go for a damn apple without hell breaking out behind me.

Roy launched into a gallop, Edward secure on his back. With a leap- they were over and panting, the victory feeling real enough.

They looked at each other with new understanding after that loop, and a bond of friendship stronger than mythril, despite their best attempts to hide it.

Loop 35

Fullmetal Flamethrower

GoldenGriffiness

"Well, this is unfortunate-that's all you have to say about this basta-what do you want me to say, short-CALLING A MICROSCOPIC CORGI BEAN-feel the need to mention I did not, at any point, say-"

Rubbing his metal head did not ease the headache Al wasn't supposed to be capable of having.

Al walked into the room, staring at the monstrosity Tucker had created. Hair a dark murky gold, eyes the same, automail misaligned.

He thanked every deity (read: admins) he could think of that they weren't awake.

Turning those two into a chimera was not one of Tucker's finer moments. Any part that had not been clobbered by automail had either been spiked by stone or burned. The only reason he was alive was in hope he could reverse the effects.

Loop 36

FMA/Warhammer

Creator Unknown

(Creator unknown)

When Roy Woke up, he found himself locked inside a suit, burning down a monstrous creature with device attached to his arms. Around him, giants in green armor shouted war cries as they threw themselves into the battle, quickly make short work of the bug like monstrosity, with one leaping towards him.

Reacting from his instincts from his military training, he punched the bug creature as he tried to use his gloves to set it on fire only for it fail, remembering that wasn't his special gloves as the creature crashed into him.

Struggling to knock it off, there was thunder coming from behind him and suddenly the weight was off with an ear splitting BANG!

Looking upwards to see an even taller giant in green with the darkest skin he had ever seen, with eyes as red as fire itself lend down a hand towards him. "Are you alright, my gene-son?"

"Ye-yes," Roy tried to get his in-loop memories in gear, trying to delay any real interactions. "Just feeling a bit Loopy."

That caused the giant to widen his eyes a bit and a smirk graced his face. "Did that Tyranid knock you Awake solider?"

"No, but it didn't help that I Woke right before it," Roy muttered, taking the hand to pull himself straight up. "Roy Mustang, Colonial and the Fire Alchemist."

"Ah, I suppose that's why you've looped into my legion," The giant chuckled, slapping him on the back lightly, although Roy did stumble in his own armor. "If my Salamanders are know for anything beyond our kindness, it's our preferences to our flamers."

"Flamers?" Roy raised an eyebrow within his helmet.

With a quick click, the giant sent forth a massive torrent of fire down the battlefield, engulfing the enemy and burning them alive in seconds. "Flamers, Mustang." Chuckling once more, the giant held his hand out for Roy to take. "My name is Vulkan, and welcome to the Dark Millennium branch."

Roy shook the hand, already planning to get a copy of this armor into his pocket as soon as possible, feeling that this was going to be a fun loop.

Loop 37

Live Action? Really?

FMA/HUB World

(GoldenGrffiness)

Ed groaned in the Hub, staring blankly at his facebook feed as his automail twitched- tapping the metal table with an intentionally irritating squeal of Alagaizien Star-steel on steel.

"Brother." Al looked on blankly, browns creased. "It can't be that bad."

"Of course it can! I can't keep the homunculous strait between loops as is!" Ed growled, auto-mail leaving a crater in the heavy metal with a cacophonous crash. "And that's without the game divergent dropping that sue in our lap! Flowers that act like the philosophers stone- bullshit!"

Al sighed. "I thought we were through with this brother. Different universes have different rules."

"But why do they have to screw with ours more?" His head banged as he slammed his face into the table. "Stupid. Damn. New. Loop. Divergent. Bullshit. Crap." Each word was echoed by another bang.

"It might be better than usual? You don't know."

"When is our luck EVER that good? How the hell to they think they can compress everything into a movie anyway? Bah." Edward seamed to lose his will to fight, slumping into the table's cool surface.

"It could be worse." Al offered cheerfully. "We could be in Marvel or DC. Or Spyro. Have you seen Skylanders version of him? Poor thing. And I'm sure Mogli is having worries about the new Junglebook movie- not to mention all the other Disney readaptions. I'm sure Batman and Superman aren't impressed by the inevitable upcoming loops trying to pit them in a brawl, either."

"Those previews look like crap anyway." Ed muttered. "And it's not even worth trying to prank with. Never trying to prank him again."

"In retrospect, trying to prank 'The Goddamn Batman' was a monumentally stupid idea."

"Agreed." Ed's head flopped again. It was a wonder his hardheadedness did not leave a crater to match that his hand has left.

Loop 38

FMA/HP

Patronus

(GoldenGriffiness)

Al stared at Ed's patronus. His brother had done a excellent job hiding it for a long time, but no longer.

Ed merely frowned, before shaking his head and sighing. "It reminded me of you, Al, I think. I'm sure that's why." He forced a phony stern look. "Tell Mustang, and I will transmute you into a boombox and leave you stuck playing Celestia's Greatest Hits, the Newborn Cuties soundtrack, the Song That Never Ends and Justin Bieber." He shook his head again, returning to seriousness.

"I like it, Brother." Al's voice was misty where his soul-fire eyes could not be.

"I named him Noble." The admission was barely a whisper. "I know it's stupid to name a patronus, but sometimes..." Ed's fingers clenched around each other until his flesh had hurt. 'Back before anyone woke up, or lonely loops... He was all I had, you know? The only thing that couldn't just poof on me." He shut his eyes, teeth biting at his lip. 'Poof' had been spoken like the worst of curses.

"Noble. What my name means." Alphonse put a large leather gauntlet on his brother's arm, wishing for the gentle carelessness flesh had at soothing the aches of the body and mind. "I'll be with you forever, Ed, just like he will. In your memories if nowhere else."

Ed's patronus rubbed a spectral side against his master's let, a tiny silver kitten of smoak with eyes that scorched gold and protective.

26- Tuck Everlasting might disapprove of looping, but there are some perks.

27- YGO would probably be much better off if they found a way to destroy every last card. Really. Those things are a hazard to national security.

28- Loop weirdness. Hughes dies, so he replaces the one who dies. Ed is -cough- little, soo…

29- Losing a tantamount Yami isn't easy. Don't worry, Ling will get his arc soon. I just need to finish it first, and am trying to keep it relatively close to one new looper a chapter for now.

30- Lings first fusion loop (Deadpool) mighta driven a little bit nuts… He's still food obssessed, though!

31- Don't know enough about this franchise to comment, I'm afraid.

32- Seriously. Don't ship them. It's creepy.

33- About what you'd expect for a Nightmare Ed

Misk- Just something I did for the hell of it

34- Poor Roy. His name makes this just to easy. At least with Ed it's a personality flaw, not something he can't help.

35- Really this one happened because I've wanted to turn them into a chimera in my own writing for a long time and have fun making them deal with it. Unfortunately, I have a thing called a life that interferes. Meh.

36- Again, don't have anything intelligent to say here.

37- He's got more issues to come from this upcoming liveaction version than I do, and I'm enough of a skeptic for it myself.

38- I toyed with his patronus for a long time. But in the end, it had to be something that would remind him of Al, and there's only one thing for that.

Summary:

Active Loopers:

Edward Elric

First loop power: Magic. (Harry Potter)

Alphonse Elric (Looper 1)

Magic (Harry Potter)

Maes Hughes(Looper 2)

Shinigami (Bleach)

-dies every home loop, before or when he did in baseline

Roy Mustang (Looper 3)

Firebender (ATLA)

Ling Yoa (Looper 4)

Regeneration, Warping (Deadpool)