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ANONYMOUS SENT :

(Thinks in a fast way: What is of more use to me than it is broken? Shit! I can only think of just three answers: a record; an egg; and a glass... Record and glass do not make fucking sense. Glass breaks too easily. Breaking a record has to do with better performance not usefulness. All that is left is an egg. Hisses in pain and grits his teeth.* An egg... (❓)

“ Hmm. Perhaps you’re smarter than I initially thought. Or, you just got lucky. Remember, I usually give more than just one riddle. Answer this one, & an ambulance will be on your way. Ahem... sometimes my fists are wooden, sometimes they are steel. I punch things with a mighty force to feel real. What am I ? ”

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ANONYMOUS SUBMITTED :

   {[Gets disgusted at what Franklin says and uncrosses his arms. Feels animosity toward him then scowls at him in an intense way.]}

    I know your son killed and still murders people that he doesn't think they should live and like you said before - how it affected the victims' families and how it still affects them.

    His actions can't be excused but they can be explained.

    {[Looks at him and his eyes flash in a dangerous way.]}

    You think what you did was discipline? You think he is an oversensitive baby?

     People like you are the worst. No wonder why he left you and your wife.

     You guys only care about looking after yourselves. So I'm not surprised why your son turned out to be the person that he is today. You and your wife's actions explain everything. {[🥋]} Ooc: I found the faceclaim for Luna's father and it is Tokita Niko from a manga series called Kengan Ashura.

Franklin could roll his eyes. Was it really smart to behave in such a way toward someone who could definitely kill him ? No. But Franklin was never smart, & often depended on impulses. It was moments like this he wished Edward had just died. Then he wouldn’t have to deal with white knights like this. Okay... maybe wishing death was a little harsh, perhaps stay in a padded cell for the rest of his life with no outside communication. Yes, that was better.

“ Look, I raised Edward similar to how my parents raised me. You don’t see me going out murdering people left & right. Dressing like I’m some gay cartoon character. Now, do you ? He doesn’t kill people because of me, or his mother. He kills people because he’s a loony. & Edward left because he’s a coward who couldn’t handle being accountable for his actions. Oh, & a cheater, clearly. ”

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anonymous sent :

*Hears Edward asking why his parents hurt him and her face gets dark. Looks at the floor for a short time then talks in a somber way.* They hurt you because it was easier for them to take their misery; anger; hatred; and bitterness out on someone rather than accepting the truth that they should have faced their inner demons in the first place... (Luna) 🐰

She had a point. But Edward couldn’t imagine how anyone would feel better by harming a child. An innocent child. Then again, Eddie had never felt innocent in his life, not once. But that was beside the point. Eddie couldn’t understand hurting a kid. Especially not your own. But his parents apparently did. How he hated them for that.

                      “ I want them dead. ”

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anonymous asked :

*Hears about him saying that he can't stop thinking and gets so worried. Brings a basket filled with Miniature Lion Lop; a bunny patterned blanket; and a Rubik's Cube. Offers them to him.* Mr. Edward would you like to pet these Miniature Lion Lop bunnies; have this bunny blanket; and hold this Rubik's Cube? Would you also like for me to do the dishes? (Luna) 🐰

He stared at the bunnies for a moment. They were so adorable, irresistible, even. & he heard that petting animals always soothed a troubled mind. & then there was the Rubik’s cube... puzzles always brought a temporary relief to him. He nodded at her, “ I would appreciate all that. ”

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anonymous sent:

(Feels his leg getting shot and screams in a loud way.) 𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛𝗛!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Collapses to the ground then holds his bleeding leg. Breathes in a panicky way. Looks at him and his body shakes.) Y - you - will - let - me go if - if I s - solve your riddles r - right? P - please do not - do not - ki - kill m - me... (❓)

Eddie looked down at him, & smiled. He felt quite proud of himself. “ Ah, so you do know about me. But you should also know that simply answering my riddles isn’t enough. You have to be witty, you have to answer them in a timely fashion. If you answer them too slowly... well, your leg may bleed out before you have a chance to live. If you answer them incorrectly, a bullet goes in your tiny, miniature brain. Tell me, what is of more use to you if it’s broken ?  ”

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anonymous sent:

[(Nods and smiles in a happy way.)] Yes Luna has told me; my husband; and my mother-in-law about you. She always gets excited to talk about you or bring bunnies; food; desserts; and coffee to you. [(Offers the box filled with a bunny shaped chocolate cheesecake and café crème to him.)] Would you like to try some bunny chocolate cheesecake and drink this café crème? [(Emily)] 🐇

“ Wow, I must be quite special if she told her family about me. Of course, I already know that, but hearing it is always pleasant. ” & feeds into the validation he so desperately needed. Even if he pretended otherwise. Eddie then looked away from Emily to the box, & nodded. “ I would love to try some. ”