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“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

He blinks at his son in slight confusion, but allows him to rampage a while. A lot of anger fits into that small body, doesn’t it..? Perhaps he has missed some social cue again, or did something entirely out of line. If that is the case, however, he is not quite sure what it is. Then again, his son has many reasons long past to go off at him like this, so it might as well be something from days long gone, in which case, perhaps it is better to ask for more information.

   “I am sure you are right, but why?”

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My muse is under an honesty spell for one hour.

Send 👐+ any question you wish to ask my muse. They will have no choice but to answer truthfully.

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&. ARGUING STARTERS.

“i can’t believe you.”

“are you serious?”

“we’re not finished. i’m not just going to let this go.”

“so you don’t trust me?”

“fuck you.”

“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.”

“i miss the old you. i don’t want the person you’ve become.”

“you never understand.”

“you said the same thing last time.”

“i’m so tired of constantly doing this with you.”

“you don’t even try to see it from my perspective.”

“i’m not apologizing.”

“hell if i care.”

“this is fucking bullshit.”

“why are you always the one who’s breaking my heart?”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“i hate you.”

“you never keep your promises.”

“out of all the things you’ve told me, what was true?”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“do you even love me anymore?”

“i’m fucking done.”

“i shouldn’t have ever trusted you.”

“you’re being unfair.”

“i’m not going to keep being your little secret. i deserve better.”

“i’m leaving.”

“just… just go.”

“i thought you’d be the one to make me happy.”

“you don’t even pretend to care about me.”

“i don’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

“don’t go.”

“i never asked for this.”

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Sentence meme (Torture my character version)

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“Annoying? Me? Annoying?”

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//Hi! I looked for a rules and didn't see any, so I don't really know if you're selective/nonselective, and since your IM is only to those you're following. I just thought I'd ask about if you're selective or not? Sorry for bothering you!

Blue talks;; I do have a rules page, and I am indeed semi-selective. Thank you for asking ^^

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halfofxerxes:

            Sentimental neeeerrrrdd. Not that he blames him, he’s exactly the same… Well, sort of.

           “Oh right. Sorry, I forgot about that.”

              No he didn’t, he was trying to get a feel for the other without revealing much about himself, while hoping the other didn’t notice.

               “Regarding my first question, I’ve needed glasses ever since I was a young man, but I’m nearsighted. My favorite color is yellow, because it looks like the sun, and my second favorite color is blue, because it is calming. What about you, any questions?”

--- “I hardly think you ‘forgot’.” If he is anything like himself, he would have simply rather analysed quietly, without revealing too much about himself. It is the smart way to go about things, and they are definitely more than intelligent.. Although Hohenheim recalls speaking too freely and confusing some poor citizens with his first-hand experience in some historic event. He had been able to save himself by suggesting he had read about it, instead of revealing that he had indeed been there..

    He hums as the other complies, and nods at his answers. They cannot truly be doubles, if there are some significant changes in their pasts or their interests.. It is as good a time as any to test the theory. “Where did you grow up?”

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halfofxerxes:

         Well, when it was said like that, now he just feels sheepish. Aaaaawkward. Though the next tidbit is something that interests him greatly, that he needs them solely for reading, whereas his own are needed if he wants to see more than a few feet and have the landscape be more then a watercolored blur. Interesting.

          “I see. Favorite color?”

--- He accepts his mirror image’s intrusiveness, if only because he has the same scientific kind of curiosity about this. He is quite interested in exactly how much they differ. Though perhaps he would not have cared as much about something as trivial as a favourite colour.. His lips upturn somewhat as he recalls how he decided his favourite colour though..

    “Yellow.. Trisha always said it was a happy colour. It made her cheerful. Surely you are going to answer your questions yourself as well, instead of keeping such information from me?”

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halfofxerxes:

          “That’s so weird to hear. ‘Us’ I mean. Man, I’ll be real with you, if dressing this way wasn’t so mainstream, I’d be wandering around in a dress. That aside, I have to ask… Your glasses, fashion statement or necessity?”

--- “A dress?” Now that seems controversial.. His brows raise slightly. He quite likes his own clothes.. “I suppose you could do whatever you please.. We are too old to really care much about the ‘mainstream’.. It is ever changing anyway..”

   ”And my glasses..?” Surely their eyes cannot differ much..? “A reading necessity, I fear.. It strains my eyes to read small text for hours on end. And although I might not need them in daily life as much, I read so often that it makes little sense to take them off only to put them on again every hour or so..”

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halfofxerxes:

          “I’d say thanks but we both know you’re only using me to compliment your own style. I’ve mistaken myself for Father many times though, damn mirrors. It’s gotten to a point where I can’t let my hair down without feeling twitchy.”

“You could still appreciate the compliment, we choose the same attire, after all.. As for being confused with Edward.. Well.. He did take more after us than Alphonse from the beginning..”

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halfofxerxes:

        “Ed–”

         “Oh goddamn it.”

--- “If you weren’t so well-dressed I would have mistaken you for Father..”

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My body is a graveyard, my hands covered in blood. But if you’re not afraid of death, I’ll try not to be afraid of love.

just hold my hand and guide me dear I’ve never done this before (via anxlgesic)

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Hey, if you ever want some animu icons, the tumblr blog cruentis has a pretty solid drop of them. ^-^

Blue talks; It is so kind of you to tell me! I personally prefer manga icons (I love Arakawa’s drawings hahah) But I might look into it anyway, thank you twin ;p

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With a guilty start, the child’s tiny body froze to a stop. For a brief moment, he considered scurrying back to his room- he wasn’t supposed to disturb his father when he was studying, after all, nor was he supposed to be up this late- but in the end simple, blatant, /childish/ curiosity won out, and he pushed the door open a fraction in response to the man’s question. For some reason, he didn’t dare speak up yet.

--- He pushed out his chair to turn towards the door once it was pushed open. His young son was like a beacon of golden light against the dark of the hallway as he peered inside, what with his golden hair and those {guilty-looking} golden eyes. He wondered if he’d ever looked like that. He must have, but it would have been ages ago.

   Edward knew better than to bother him when he was busy. Trisha had always made it very clear to him from a young age. Well.. Younger even than he was now, that was.. He tried to remember exactly how old his son was this year. Was it three? Somewhere between three and five, he was sure.. Had it been a nightmare or anything of the like Edward would have gone to Trisha, so Hohenheim chalked it up to simple curiosity. 

   “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” That is a parent kind of question isn’t it? One of those questions that isn’t really meant to be a question, but more a confrontation of what the child did wrong.. He sighs once more and waves his hand, gesturing for the child to come closer.

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It's with hesitant steps that the child makes his way down the hallway, bare feet padding towards the only source of light- that seeping into the darkness from underneath the door to his father's study. He /knows/ he's not supposed to be up this late, but he wasn't /tired/ yet, and Alphonse kept making /baby/ noises in his sleep!

— This was a particularly difficult equation to figure out, mostly because the texts he was using were older than he was and there had been no new findings on the subject since these -other than what he himself had contributed, of course- it seemed no matter what he tried, the numbers simply didn’t add up..

   It was the soft tap, tap, tap of flesh against the hardwood floor that caught his attention. For in the silence of the night, any small noise was noticeable. The steps are too light to be Trisha’s, and she had retired to bed hours ago after bringing him a cup of coffee {’your last cup of the night, dear’, she’d made him promise}. He sighed, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes with his pointer finger and thumb. “What is that I hear?” He rumbled, loud enough to hear outside the door, but quiet enough that the rest of the house would not be disturbed. “Is there an intruder of some kind outside my study?”

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CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE THE ED AND HOHENHEIM ANTICS THEY ALWAYS GET ME LAUGHING

     /// glad you enjoy them as much as we do! 

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"If you EVER try to wash my boxers with yours, I will KILL YOU."

--- “But.. It is convenient to wash the delicates together..”

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Tell us about your sons~

--- He is smiling before realising that.. He hardly knows anything about his sons at all. They had been so young when he’d left. And the time he had gotten to spend with them around a decade later had not gotten him very far in unveiling their individual personalities..

   “I am not the kind of father that is able to give you elaborate anecdotes about my sons, but.. Edward is.. Incredibly intelligent, and Alphonse.. He is endlessly kind. He even gave someone like me a second chance.. I wish I could get to know the men they are becoming a little better..”