ichorprince:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Now who has a shit eating grin?-

And the best possible way to show me my error was to eat one yourself?

-He arched an eyebrow, very amused-  I wouldn’t have gone for a second if I was allowed to finish my first.  You’ve made things worse.

That and I’m a bit of a dick.

Takin’ peoples stuff establishes dominance. Or somethin’ like that. Or it just makes ‘em mad.

[Nyehh. This ashy taste is not going over well for them.]

Maybe ya’ should cut that cig short so things are all evened out, then.

Or shorter, so then I don’t look too much like an idiot.

[Oops.]

Or it gets you ash in your mouth.  How do you like that, by the way?

Maybe, maybe.  How about you wallow in your guilt as I try and finish what you started.

-He chuckles-  I’m not in charge of your image, am I?  Besides, you’re lucky. I don’t think anyone saw.

enigmaticstigma:

Not always people am very familiar with. Just most of the time. *He takes a long drag and puffs it out of that big nose of his, almost like a cartoonish bull.*

Hm? Offense? No. You just don’t know a real high. Could be hitting much better things than ‘life’. Is the point of a high— to avoid life. *He gives a bit of a smirk, though it isn’t his usual devious one.*

… Got most of that, that time, actually. Cheap talker though… the fuck is that?

People you recognize then might be better then.  -Earl hums softly, thinking things through-  That might be better.

A “real” high?  I’ve done those before and honestly they don’t work for me.  Alcohol is better.  And really, it was a small joke, mate.  I’m sure you’ve seen those healthy types who aren’t fucked up in some way.  They keep talking ‘bout that sort of thing.  -Earl arches an eyebrow at that smirk, suspicious-

You make a lot of noise but you don’t put your money where your mouth is… at least when there’s consequences you don’t wish to deal with.  If it makes you feel better, which I’m sure you don’t care, most everyone is.  It’s a rare man or woman that does what they say, fuck it all.

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)

Look at your face!
eldur-ferda

eldur-ferda:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

46. (Possibly NSFW!) Asking them to spend the night

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"Is this for some sort of revenge fuck?"

"You must really dislike them.  Did they murder your parents?"

After taking the boiling kettle off the stove, Earl retrieved a hot cup of tea for the other.  He offered it to him with a neutral face.  ”I do hope you enjoy black.  That’s all I have.”

"Business or pleasure?  Ah, well, the trip is almost over.  You’ll be able to recover soon enough."

"Might as well have." 

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Taking the heated cup, he nodded in thanks keeping it in his lap. A bit too hot to drink for now. 

"Business. Vacations will have to wait for now. You have to travel? For… writing purposes or something? Inspiration maybe?"

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"Oh, lovely.  It always makes things better when there’s grudges involved. Story wise at least."

Earl took a sip from his own steaming cup he just made himself, leaning against the wall.

"I can’t afford to officially travel but I tend to find myself in many different places anyway.  Friends like to take me along sometimes as well.  Hmm… one can really find inspiration anywhere but it does help to have different perspectives on things."
"What sort of buisness do you deal with?"

enigmaticstigma:

You could say I am. When there’s a dream, yeah, most of the time. Same people. *His gaze is focused on a nearby wall, rather than Earl, and his tone, unbeknownst to him, is a bit tense. He’s not acting aggressively, at least.*

Then you don’t know the good shit. Which is why “high on life” is fuckin’ stupid and the biggest contradiction in the fucking world, alongside “Russian law”.

… What the ever loving fuck are you even saying anymore?

-Earl doesn’t immediately answer to that.  He can tell the other’s thinking back on the dreams.  It does explain why he doesn’t skip over blank faces.  If he personally knows the people in his dreams of course he’s going to know the face.  And from the look of it, it doesn’t seem like he want to- Hm.  I see.  

-Snickers-  You seem to be taking more offense then I thought.  Perhaps you need a chance to get high on life.  Don’t hit it unless you’ve tried it and all that.  -Heh… Russian Law-

I’m saying, in terms you might understand, “Fuck it.  Fuck you.  I honestly don’t give a shit and you can do what you want to do, you cheap talker.” Better?

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ravenshadows08:

She gave a slight nod. “Alright just don’t get arrested or stabbed….again. Or worse shot. Also you are welcome to come hang out with Arthur and myself. We offer free food and booze. And we’ll be playing horror video games and watching movies at some point of the night.”

She’s not going to directly deny anything but she sure as hell wont admit to it either. But the slight blush on her face gives it away as she gives him a small shove with her arm. “Shut up, Earl. But yeah its pretty nice. ”  

Bloody hell, if you had your way, I would have no fun that night.  Arthur?  I thought you were going clubbing?  Or was that on a different day?  Either way, thank you for the offer.  I’ll consider it.  -He has a slight feeling that might be a third wheel scenario-

Chuckling, he blocks her shove with his own arm.  ”Just as long as you’re comfortable.  I’m sure you know all the rules to make sure you’re not killed and have a good time.  Watch the drink, driving buddy, wingman and all that.”

"Its a different night, Earl." She sighed. "Right you never met my roommate. He’s a….well past version of a nation that got stranded here in our time." She’s not dating him Earl. Arthur is like her brother. That would be weird. "We will probably do the games and movies the day before or the whole week before. Since I plan on being out for the actual night of Halloween. Unless Arthur chickens out."

"Now who’s the one being a buzz kill." Her arm takes hold of the arm that blocked it while her other moved in to poke his side."I don’t really plan on drinking at the club, I have a driving buddy, and I really don’t need a wingman when I’m going with someone."  

"Oh.  One of those."  Earl honestly doesn’t seem that surprised.  And he doesn’t know that.  Far as he’s concerned, he shouldn’t interfere.  "Well, well.  Sounds like you have everything planned out.  I didn’t know you were big on Halloween.  Did I miss this detail before?"

Earl raised a hand in defense, twisting to get out of her grip and to avoid her poke.  Perhaps a bit more aggressively if her poke gets too close.  ”I’ve been on both sides and I can tell you how it is.”  He pauses and just stares at her.  ”Why are you at a club if you’re not going to have a glass or two?”

"Well yes but you could be a wingman for someone else."

enigmaticstigma:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Chuckles-  Oh please.  You don’t pay attention to them.  Your mind’s eye wanders past them and again, you don’t see it you don’t have to deal with it.  

And I was high on life.

Now why would I do that?  Ask such a thing?  -He hums-  Thank you then.  I like the ring of it.  Might use it in a story.  -Earl’s hoping for that.  Note to self, all interactions with this one will have to be in public-

If you insist.  I’m not going to give you an edge on things if you don’t want it.

I can promise you that faces in my dreams are disgustingly detailed. A lack of a face would be fucking welcome. *Welcome home, cigarette. Tongue missed you.*

Wow. That was probably the most faggoty shit I’ve ever heard. And I’ve fucked men. “High on life”, what the fuck.

*Public or not, he’s not taking the guarantee of being charged. Well…* Fuck if I care.

An edge on shit? What, like I’d be ahead of the curve by thinking about this? Man get the dick out o’ your mouth.

That’s very interesting.  You must be familiar with these faces you see in your dreams. Are they the same ones each time?  

They’re usually bad trips, honestly.  -He shrugs-  Probably.  -Ganya used insult.  It wasn’t very effective-

-Yea that’s right.  Earl thought so.  Lower that fist of yours-  Good.

-Earl just gives him another shrug-  Not thinking, doing.  But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.  It’s not going to hurt me.

((-Sobs softly as she tries to RP but people just won’t stop talking to her-))

((Night yo))

cottonandcacti:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

What corresponds with that date?  Pardon, I don’t know my American history as well as others might.  -There’s always something special about the dates if he’s learned anything.  Shame he really didn’t care much for them-  … So what do you do on the fourth then?  Celebrate it like any other would?  Simply get drunk?

Meh. -Earl waves it off.  The apology was a good sign.  No insults or weird looks from the other and he goes right back on topic.  There’s both a bit of relief and disappointment in that.  At least Aaron will probably willingly forget it and keep everything as it was.  He would like to keep what they have for just a bit longer if he could-  Doesn’t matter anymore.

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Oh no… You’re older and have more responsibilities than me.  That automatically makes you more mature and smarter with every situation despite the contrary being true. Whatever will I do to.  -The sarcasm is strong with this one-  I’ll sleep when I sleep.  You have no hold over me.

I think the beach is nice.  Do you not like the beach?  -Earl frowns up at him before taking another sip-  Should I have said cabin in the woods?  Or your second home?  Perhaps you don’t even have to get out of bed.  Come now, you need something.

You’re someone who’s part of everyone.  Simple.  God save the queen.  -Earl chuckles because come on Aaron, don’t try and be a special snowflake here-  Someone who needs to go to preschool and learn not to run with sisso—hey!  -Wincing, he leans back-  No need to get physical here!

South Carolina’s secession from the Union in 1860. [The first state to do so, which is what prompted six other states to follow and meet in Montgomery to form the Confederacy; the last four didn’t join until after Fort Sumter. Part of the reason may have been bitter pride and sheer spite, but there’s also a sense of independence that he’s never quite let go of.]

[Whatever his thoughts on it, Aaron knows when to speak and when to remain silent, and for Earl’s sake the wisest option seems to be the later.] Very well.

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Malapert. [Not that he could really honestly fault him much, considering if their positions were reversed, Aaron wouldn’t be any different.] I put you to bed once, don’ think I won’ do it again.

Ehh…sometimes. Other times there’s too many people starin’ and askin’ questions about these old scars. [And Aaron doesn’t like going over them too much; too many memories. The tattoos that cover the largest scars help, but that still leaves the dozens of smaller ones.] Why are you so concerned over this? Is it a point of pride for you?

…you’re so weird. [Even if he seems almost fond when he says it, and the reaction to pinching his nose makes him laugh all the more.] I wasn’ even running with scissors; what do they have to do with anythin’?

Ah… Your strive for independence.  -Earl accepts that answer easily.  He know at least that much of US history-

-Very wise of Aaron.  Earl still is dealing with this in his own way and insults might or might not work-

You have to earn my respect.  You don’t automatically get a free pass just because you’re a nation.  -Not that he already hasn’t but that’s another thing-  Oh I’m sure you’ll certainly try.  Doesn’t mean I won’t go down without a fight.  Perhaps I should pick up something to even the playing field.

Keep your shirt on then.  It would be quite a shame for all of us but take yourself into consideration first.  -There’s an answer for everything as far as Earl is concerned-  Point of pride?  If there was one place to put my pride, what you do with your free time is not what I would choose. -He taps the top of his glass while he things for a moment-  Perhaps because you’re not as concerned.

In that good way, right?  -Earl pouts at him, putting a hand to his nose as if he thought Aaron would reach across the table and pinch it again-  Running with scissors, running with pens down your throat…  Both are stupid ideas.

enigmaticstigma:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

enigmaticstigma:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

They’re background filler unless one of them becomes important in your life.  Works with writing and real life, as you already know.  Well fun thing is your mind can’t form any new faces in dreams.  Each one you’ve seen before sometime in your life and your mind just stored the image away, if the faces are clear that is.

Probably.  Most certainly even.  I’ll not fight you there.  -Chuckles-  One can wish, though.  Futile, but still happens.  Hmm… It does if I press charges, there’s witnesses all around, and I catch you on video.  Hard to ignore that.

Wake up in life.  Come to a sudden realization you’ve been avoiding for a long time.  Start to see things without an altered viewpoint.  Things like that.  Can be small or big.

And what if you haven’t seen enough clear faces to fill that room? You end up with some fucking faceless weirdos.

I said only if charges are pressed, idiot. Doesn’t guarantee it but if charges aren’t pressed, I get out of it with no problems. Taking the offer to wake you up wasn’t my choice. It would have been a consensual ass kicking.

*He snorts and shakes his head.* Then I’m as awake as can be. I see the world for what it is anyway. No need to change my thought process.

Congratulations.  You’re in a dream.  It’s filled with strange things and faceless monsters.  Or people.  Your preference.

I would press charges.  -Doesn’t miss a beat-  I’m spiteful like that.  Good thing it’s not going to happen, now is it?  -Snickers-  Is that what you planned on telling the court?  ”Consensual ass kicking?”  Actually that sounds…  Mind if I steal that term?

I find it best to always try and be flexible.  When you’re stuck in the trenches of your mind, you tend to miss a few things.

Never had a dream with no faces. Wish I knew what you were on that you did. They all have faces.

What do you think the court would do if I had video of someone asking to be punched in the face? And why the fuck do I care if you use it? Not my business what you say. Not that I’d use it in court. Wouldn’t fuckin’ get me anywhere. *No punches here, though. He doesn’t want to get sentenced for assault. Nope, nope.*

I haven’t missed a goddamn thing. Is plain as day to me.

-Chuckles-  Oh please.  You don’t pay attention to them.  Your mind’s eye wanders past them and again, you don’t see it you don’t have to deal with it.  

And I was high on life.

Now why would I do that?  Ask such a thing?  -He hums-  Thank you then.  I like the ring of it.  Might use it in a story.  -Earl’s hoping for that.  Note to self, all interactions with this one will have to be in public-

If you insist.  I’m not going to give you an edge on things if you don’t want it.

ravenshadows08:

She gave a slight nod. “Alright just don’t get arrested or stabbed….again. Or worse shot. Also you are welcome to come hang out with Arthur and myself. We offer free food and booze. And we’ll be playing horror video games and watching movies at some point of the night.”

She’s not going to directly deny anything but she sure as hell wont admit to it either. But the slight blush on her face gives it away as she gives him a small shove with her arm. “Shut up, Earl. But yeah its pretty nice. ”  

Bloody hell, if you had your way, I would have no fun that night.  Arthur?  I thought you were going clubbing?  Or was that on a different day?  Either way, thank you for the offer.  I’ll consider it.  -He has a slight feeling that might be a third wheel scenario-

Chuckling, he blocks her shove with his own arm.  ”Just as long as you’re comfortable.  I’m sure you know all the rules to make sure you’re not killed and have a good time.  Watch the drink, driving buddy, wingman and all that.”

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)

enigmaticstigma:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

They’re background filler unless one of them becomes important in your life.  Works with writing and real life, as you already know.  Well fun thing is your mind can’t form any new faces in dreams.  Each one you’ve seen before sometime in your life and your mind just stored the image away, if the faces are clear that is.

Probably.  Most certainly even.  I’ll not fight you there.  -Chuckles-  One can wish, though.  Futile, but still happens.  Hmm… It does if I press charges, there’s witnesses all around, and I catch you on video.  Hard to ignore that.

Wake up in life.  Come to a sudden realization you’ve been avoiding for a long time.  Start to see things without an altered viewpoint.  Things like that.  Can be small or big.

And what if you haven’t seen enough clear faces to fill that room? You end up with some fucking faceless weirdos.

I said only if charges are pressed, idiot. Doesn’t guarantee it but if charges aren’t pressed, I get out of it with no problems. Taking the offer to wake you up wasn’t my choice. It would have been a consensual ass kicking.

*He snorts and shakes his head.* Then I’m as awake as can be. I see the world for what it is anyway. No need to change my thought process.

Congratulations.  You’re in a dream.  It’s filled with strange things and faceless monsters.  Or people.  Your preference.

I would press charges.  -Doesn’t miss a beat-  I’m spiteful like that.  Good thing it’s not going to happen, now is it?  -Snickers-  Is that what you planned on telling the court?  ”Consensual ass kicking?”  Actually that sounds…  Mind if I steal that term?

I find it best to always try and be flexible.  When you’re stuck in the trenches of your mind, you tend to miss a few things.

"What a surprise meet you here."
ask-mexico-hetalia

ask-mexico-hetalia:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"A surprise indeed.  After all, I only frequent this place.  What brings you here?"

"That so? Well it does depends on what youre making"

"But alright. Sorry to hear that."

"It does doesn’t it?  I can fry and egg but the more complicated it gets, the more I seem to fumble in the kitchen.  Clear instructions might help."

"I’m sure you have better things to do with your time then waste them on me."

lareinedelescoeurs:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"You’re making it sound like a life and death situation.  I have nothing to fear from you, do I?"  Another arched eyebrow was sent her way, this time with a small smirk.  "I can assure you I’m perfectly safe as  long as you don’t give me cause for alarm."

"I don’t play poker, but I can play other games quite well.  Nothing are daring as cards, but perhaps a bit more complicated."

"No, you don’t have much to fear from me. What could I do, really?" Cecile walked beside him in silence for a brief moment, trying to pick up any subtext from that last remark about games. She couldn’t find any. "What games?"

"Everything and anything if we want to get into the finer details.  In theory, more than me."  With a small hum, he shrugged.  "Mind games.  Thought games.  Sometimes childish, sometimes philosophical.  I don’t need to carry a pack of cards with me at least."

((Goodnight everyone))

"What a surprise meet you here."
ask-mexico-hetalia

ask-mexico-hetalia:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ask-mexico-hetalia:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"A surprise indeed.  After all, I only frequent this place.  What brings you here?"

"A cook book? Sorry to say, but thats a bit strange of you. Are you learning from books?"

"Strange… for me?  What do you mean?  I’m just curious with a few things, that’s all.  Besides, where else would you learn how to cook if no one can teach you?"

"I can teach you. " She smiles and pokes him. "Im a good cook. Promise!" She chuckles

"Uh… I think I’ll stick with the book.  I’ve had others try and teach me before."  He shuts the book.  "Didn’t quite work out."