#theateared

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@theateared​ sent: “You look terrified. Please smile before someone thinks I threatened you.”  /  oh my god what an edgarcore prompt i must send it to alex :3c

『🔧』 “W- well, can you blame me?”, would be her hushed reply - miraculous it could be heard at all among the crowd they had found themselves in. It wasn’t just the crowd that she was so blatantly afraid of, either, but seeing as such things seldom did anything but give her sensory overload and make her feel as if the very walls were closing in on her, the surroundings certainly didn’t help at all.

Nay, it was also the fault of the goliath she was currently faced with in pursuit of solitude that set her off - her question would ring true, indeed, could she be blamed for being intimidated by an eight-foot tall man, red of hair and sharp of teeth and dress alike, grinning down at her? She did suppose it was rude to say such a thing, though, which is why, given a moment to breathe in and settle, would she creak her lips into a small, fleeting smile - barely enough to satisfy him, and conceal her fright.

“Th- there... is- is this better for you? Or-... well- you know.”

[r0dpest]

@theateared​ continued from (x)

What was the first thing one was supposed to do when entering unfamiliar territory? Find the nearest tavern and have a philosophical talk with the bartender, obviously!

In truth, Alrik was still uncertain how exactly he ended up in this place, largely because he was not sober upon arrival. Perhaps a drink was a terrible idea in retrospect, but who was he to pass up the opportunity for a shot? Besides, something about the tender told him they would get along like two peas in a pod if Alrik played his cards right. Pleased by the answer, Alrik grinned and dipped his head in agreement.

“I like the way you think!” he answered. “What good is life without leaving an impression? Our bodies may come and go, but the marks we make far outlive us.” Alrik raised his shot glass in a toast and downed it, wiping his hand on his sleeve afterward. “And who better to leave an impression on than the highest power? I’d personally consider it an honor to be hated by them. At least then I know they’re paying close attention, eh?”

[soldfear-gone]

—  ❝ So what space age adventure have you been off too ?? ❞ Usually, there was a bit of a jump and excitement in Curly’s words whenever he came to greet his friend. After all, he had the same energy that could be marked as the equivalent to a pack of fireworks. Yet, there was an amount of reserved excitement in his words at that moment as he came to open the bakery’s door which had been locked for the evening. Even if he was ready to burst at the seams with giddiness, swing the door wide open and pull Murr inside, he contained himself for just a second as he offered nothing more than a wide smile. It had been a while. He wasn’t exactly sure HOW long it had been, for who actually kept the track of time, but it had definitely been a while. Besides, there was no telling what his friend had been off doing or if he even wanted to TALK about what had happened. Regardless, Curly was always ready to hear Murr out, no matter what he had to say. At the end of the day, thats what friends do, no ?? Pulling the door open even further, Curly simply motioned for him to enter.

❝ I’m guessing it must’ve been crazy important for you to dip out on our ghost adventures !! ❞

@theateared​ // ♛

[medicsart]

"We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will come when if men will not learn that lesson, they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish."

[twilightttv-a]

@theateared​ liked for a starter!

Well, this was.....different. He’s got a few new keys stored away in his pack, and the first one certainly is different than home! Boy, he must stand out. He steps out of the door and blinks, it looks like a restaurant. Neat! 

He can’t wait to learn all about this place!! The people, the culture, the food, the language, IT’S SO EXCITING!!! Oh wait.......what if he can’t speak the language? Uh oh, he hasn’t thought about that part yet. 

Oh well, he won’t know till he tries it! He walks over to the person closest to him and taps her shoulder, “ Hello! I seem to be in a....predicament. I went through the wrong door! Hehe “

[phlcgmentine]

@theateared​ ♥️’d. ( good kid // former vandal )

             ❝ mama raised me right, but she ain’t here tonight. ❞

[florensflos-archived]

—  ❝ So. . . There HAS to be a secret to how you got so STRONG !! ❞ Curly was still baffled by the other’s extreme strength. He had seen guys maybe about TWICE the size of Murr, but never able to lift such heavy things with EASE. There had to be something going on here !! ❝ So is it true then ?? Something like the CAPTAIN AMERICA SUPER SERUM is real ?? Did the government take you and inject you with like. . . Super muscle stuff and make you incredibly buff ?! ❞

He just needed to know !! 

@theateared​

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@theateared​​ sent: SIP : making a hot drink  /  from eddie ofc :3c

『🔧』 Well, here they were again - back to discussing more and more of the lore, politics, and oddities of their respective worlds, with Edgar’s home being ever more the focus of her interest. Her conclusion so far was that The Great Unknown sounded like total shit. Definitely not a place she would be intent on venturing to, even if she had the constitution to make the trek in the first place. And just when she was comfortable with calling the entirety of the known universe by the same name...

Still, she couldn’t blame Edgar for tarnishing that image for her - it was what it was, and if it wasn’t for the very traveller that allow Eddie to come here in the first place, she might not have heard about Huron, nor its development, in the first place. Still, though, she could hardly get into the politics between Huron and Vide, nor hear about their ‘god’, without a nice refreshing beverage - some tea! The classic drink over which philosophies were shared - more so than stories, anyway.

“Hm...” Dainty hands would accept the small teacup that Edgar carried to her - flame-like eyes drifting to the liquid within that swirled with a striking red hue. “... looks like, uh... hibiscus?” Oh? Looks like the girl has a palette - one that would even further be demonstrated as she raised the cup to her lips, letting the warm drink run across her tongue and down her throat, her eyes lidding closed for but a moment as she indulged in the flavour. Her glossed lips would tut quietly, eyes blinking slowly, pensively, thoughtfully, before delivering her verdict. “... I- I think... that’s green rooibos in there, too. Hibicus as well... uhm- hint of ginger? And- and sweetened with a little bit of honey. Wow.... pretty good blend, da- uhm... Eddie.”

She was silent after that - hoping that her assessment of the brew was enough to distract Edgar from her tiny slip - one she could quickly drown out with more tea.