#{ threads: edie: 001; }

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 edie.

Buddy: Hey Buddy: Been a while Buddy: You doing alright?

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @edietello

where: sharky's

With a careful step over the red tricycle that he's endlessly curious about the origin of -- where did OnlyFans Billy the Puppet get it? Did she always have it? -- Mack makes himself known to Edie with his best Melania Trump greeting along with the whisper of his DIY'd spindly Slenderman fingers along the back of her neck.

"Hellooooo."

[ulyflynn]

cont. from here.

@edietello

“What’s the other half?” As soon as he asked, he already knew he didn’t want to know. To him, Edie was something he needed to be around and know as little about as possible to save himself from being dragged back into a headspace he had to claw his way out of.

Loving someone as much as he loved her could only ever damage a person, he knew that now.

"I wasn’t supposed to be working tonight. Had to swap shifts with my coworker so he’d cover for me taking off for a few days with my girlfriend.” There was no delicacy in his delivery and that’s how he intended it, he wanted her to know that he had moved on from her, even if he hadn’t.

He reached into his pocket then for his phone, glancing quickly at just how many minutes passed his start time he was.

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @prxcticalmxgic

who: noah von + edie teller

where: outside da strip club

“Run that one by me again.” 

[plantfeed]

EDIE & ANDRES — THREAD 001.

location :  pink paradise, during the discord mini event.

description :  edie visists a strip club for the first time with andres.

featuring : andres @orngejce

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

edie wants a milkshake (preferably strawberry), but for some reason the last two bars she's been to have just stared at her blankly, like she's asked them to summon a divine apparition of the holy father, or consecrate the water into wine. pink paradise sounds more promising. pink's in the title, and although it's tucked away, it feels cosy as she makes her way down the neon-lit staircase, like entering a grown up ballpit. it's only when she reaches the basement level, eyes blinking to adjust like two wide fog lights, that she realises she's the only girl wearing clothes. "oh gosh... those are..." perhaps the only naked body of a woman she's ever seen in the flesh, save her own. her astonishment is clear, puckered lips pulsed open like a pink scrunchie wrapped around her face as she turns to the punter closest. "i mean... her 'taters are right out for the world and it's wife to gawk at!"

Andres Bonetti

Really, he had meant to go into Fanny’s, hoping to run into the group that had invited him out that night, and while he was busy following the bustling crowd, he ended up wandering behind them into the pink building. One seedy staircase later he was holding a Mai Tai while a topless girl babbled at him about her degree, feeling the glitter leaving her body and coating his sweater, feeling too guilty to end the dance early, “Honestly a biotech major paired with linguistics is a pretty killer plan,” Andres babbled back at her, cheeks flushed and humming hoarsely, “I definitely couldn’t do it, Elementary Education is high as I’m willing to go,” He laughed eyes drifting when he heard a familiar voice, sighing in relief and panickily reaching into his pockets, “I’ve got to go, but you were great,” He offered her the cash he pulled from his wallet, awkward smile as she took it and gave him a kiss on the cheek, letting out another sigh and quickly going to Edie’s side, “Strip club, Pink Paradise strip club Edie,” He explained to her resting his hand on her back some to guide her over to the bar, “Didn’t you follow the crowd too? I couldn’t get out and before I knew it I was getting a lap dance from the next Surgeon General.”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

still staring blankly, it's only when she feels the press of a hand against her spine that edie blinks awake, brain adjusting like she's buffering. edie imagines that the fat-bellied hamsters running on the treadmill that keep her brain alive are particularly lethargic today, perhaps a little drunk on too many mulled wines. she's never been to a strip club. barely even understands the purpose of them. "am i supposed to look like that?" she asks, slightly dumbfounded. she was raised to believe that they were all created in god's image, but could a god really have created those? perhaps a god with a scalpel and silicone. "everything's so..." her hands grab at the air, lips making a sucking motion, like she's trying to pull air through a straw. "and i don't look like that. i've got wobbly bits. when i sit down, there's bits of me that fold over."

Andres Bonetti

Brows furring, he slid his hand to her side, noting the confused and concerned expression on her face now, “Edie wobbly bits are good,” Andres shrugged his shoulder some, “I like wobbly bits,” He offered her a smile, moving to pull the stool out for her at the bar, waving the bartender over, “Look lets get you something to drink hm? These girls are working anyways, you should try comparing yourself to them, you’re just meant to have fun here, drink and watch them dance and stuff,” Another flush came to his cheeks, “Or if you want, we could leave?”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚

there's a heat that builds beneath her skin, breath quickening slightly when his hand slides over her side. she's already intensely aware of her body. perhaps that means she's just more attuned to the sensation, the way it sparks something between anxiety and adrenaline in her. it's not an unwelcome gesture, and while it's almost certainly a platonic one, it's a reminder of how long it's been ( months ) since anybody ( since linus ) has held her. cheeks flushed, she's not sure she can talk about his fondness for wobbly bits any more than to simply say "okay," taking the seat that's offered to her, still something of a startled rabbit in her demeanour. "we don't have to leave." in a way, it's inspiring, seeing how these women can transform their bodies into snakes around a pole. she didn't know the body could even bend like that. "i suppose it's not too dissimilar to what i do," she notes, head cocked to one side as she watches a woman shapeshift before her eyes. "people pay to see me walk on tightropes and juggle fire in silly little outfits." compared to andres' job, her work seems almost farcical. but it brings her joy. cheeks pinching up with a grin, she looks up at him with all the admiration of his students. "do you think they do strawberry milkshake?"

Andres Bonetti

“That’s a really good point yeah,” Andres took his place beside her, gaze remaining on her as she watched the dancers with a curious fondness, seeming to truly be appreciating the way they move and contort their bodies, the gentleness of it making him smile some, “You know I’ve been meaning to make it to the circus, when’s the next time they’re opening up the tent for a show?” A strawberry milkshake… he tried to keep himself from making a face at her request, “They could probably do… like a white Russian with strawberry syrup but… not sure if I’d trust drinking milk at a bar Edie,”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

"thursdays, fridays, saturdays, sundays. monday to wednesday we're on rest," edie chirps with a degree of pride. she'd been learning the flyers in anticipation for a moment like this to arise, but so far, other than andres, none of the few friends she's made have really shown an interest in coming to the circus. "what's in a white russian?" edie asks, trying to recall if she's ever had that one. alcohol's still a novel concept to her. until she met linus, all she'd ever drank is consecrated wine at communion. it still goes straight to her head any time she has a drink, and when they were touring, more than not linus had to carry her out of bars, or hold her head in place to keep her upright any time she let the devil's liquor kiss her lips. "why shouldn't i trust the milk? do they get it from bad cows?" she fiddles in the pocket of her star-shaped handbag and passes him a wad of bills. back home, her father had handled all the money. the price of things is still a little foreign to her. "i'll have whatever you're having. is this enough?"

Andres Bonetti

“We’ll expect to see me next Saturday,” Andres teased, not sure when the last time he went to the circus was… maybe when he was a boy, clutched to his mothers dress hem while his older brothers pushed and shoved each other in front of them as the wandered the hay covered paths, he could recall being slightly unnerved at the sight of thr clowns… but Edie, Edie didn’t unnerve him. The laugh bubbles out before he could help it, smiling at her thoughts and humming some, “I just, maybe I’m just being a snob, but let’s skip the milk based drinks yeah?” He offered head shaking when she held the wad of cash out, “you keep it, it’s on me,” he turned his attention back to the bartender, “can we just get a couple of jacks and coke? Some cherries in hers,” Andres rested his arm on the bar as the man walked off to make their drinks, looking back to Edie, “are you enjoying the island?”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

“really? you’ll come?” with a tearful blink of her big brown cow eyes, edie throws herself into his arms, almost knocking andres off his stool in her haste to hug him. her hands bury themselves in the fabric of his sweater, head on his shoulder, body half in his lap before she realises her error in judgement, face flushed as she dismounts from his knee. “sorry. didn’t mean to jump you. i just… got excited is all. haven’t really made that many friends ‘round here yet. ‘cept fawley.” but then again, she’s only been around for ten days, and even edie can’t make friends that fast. “it’s nice!” she responds, eagerly. almost too eagerly. “i ain't never lived by the sea before. it’s special. sometimes if i walk down there in the morning before anybody else is awake, it feels like i’m on the edge of the world. like i could touch god, or something.” but these days, she’s not sure if she even believes in a god, at least not a long-haired one that drives a motorcycle. “it’s mighty different from back home!” but edie supposes that these days the circus is her home.

Andres Bonetti

A breathy laugh left him when Edie flung herself into his arms, his hand resting on the small of her back, “Yeah of course I’ll come, I’d love to see you perform,” Andres answered quickly, flashing her a smile when she pulled back, “It’s alright, I didn’t mind it,” He hadn’t truly realized how touch starved he was, already missing the weight of her on his knee when she settled back on her stool, his hand moving to rest on hers on the bar gently, finding himself unable to keep himself from doing so. He understood the sentiment, since he moved to Marina he always found himself staring out at the sea, he’d seen it sure plenty of times, but something about the way it looked here, to be entirely surrounded by it made his stomach flip, like a constant unease that excited him, “Marina is great yeah, I really love it too, I’m from Jersey so it’s a lot different here than up there.”

[silascody]

"What the fuck, bitch?" Silas says as whiskey wets his lap and a tumbler glass falls from the bar edge to his thigh, bouncing off it like a launch pad when he stands at the same time as the liquid hits his jeans and causes it to shatter on the floor at his feet.

He would have volleyed Edie's unpleasant sentiment right back at her if she hadn't turned from him before he could, leaving him to stare daggers at the back of her as she left the bar, while he reached for a fistful of napkins to dab against himself, muttering something incomprehensible about what he thought of her -- which was best left unspoken.

@edietello

Edie's jaw tenses so hard that for a moment she absently wonders if it's possible for it to pop off its hinges completely.

She doesn't want to be here anymore. She doesn't want to stay in this space next to him, and she doesn't want to continue to hold a conversation with him.

Especially when he mentions looking closer to home for the source of Ciro's problems.

There's no way that Silas could know the agony that her family had gone through over her brother's addictions -- how her parents endlessly searched for a reason or source of it, and in the absence of a clear one, they blamed themselves endlessly.

She knew it was scientifically impossible, but Edie had once wondered if the burrowing guilt had given her father cancer.

Looking down at the new drink in front of her, she finds her out -- slowly sliding it across the bartop in the way a misbehaving cat would, until it topples over base over brim into his lap.

"Get fucked and go to hell," she tells him lowly, tears warm but unfalling in the corners of her eyes as she rises from her stool and walks from the bar.

@silascody

[vengefulgcds]

status: closed starter for @civvilblood​

timeline / location: a few weeks after harvey’s passing / the teller household

notes: continued from here

“Why the fuck would it be a Halloween costume?” Landon bristles, dropping his arms awkwardly by his side and shooting her the kind of what the fuck are you talking about? type of expression that was reserved only for siblings. Landon should have expected this from Edie. Xavier would have congratulated him, clapped him on the shoulder and welcomed his brother into the ranks of the Order. 

Not Edie.

They had never stood on the same side when it came to the Order and his dreams of becoming a fully fledged member like Xavier, their father and their grandfather. They had never come close to even agreeing to disagree. After losing their father though he had thought she might have changed her opinion. Understood why now more than ever he needed to do this. 

“You’re supposed to tell me it looks good on me.” Landon says, misplaced hope in his eyes. He would have had better luck getting Fallon to agree to letting him take her car for a spin unsupervised.

[witheriingsouls]

bree van de kamp + edie britt. ⤷ @vqndekamp​.

          ❛     oh , come on , bree. you need to live a little. get out there and loosen those bolts you have wound so tightly in that big hair of yours     ❜        edie insisted , canting her head and then grabbing the redhead’s hand.       ❛      let me take you out. my treat.     ❜

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @prxcticalmxgic​ 

based on: what if the worst night of their lives was WORSE!!!!!! au

starter call.

i need u to come over

The text he had fired off to her had been lacking in any further context or clarification out of necessity, his hands busy trying to wipe all trace of blood and grizzle from them. He had gone too far in avenging her, he always went too fucking far, but unlike the night she had showed up on his doorstep after he had maimed his father this time there was no grace extended to him. 

Switchblade was a lot of things, but he was no snitch. Neither was a dead body, but as soon as he was found -- and he would be found -- questions would be asked and the answers lead to Edie, which would lead to him. 

Steam rises from the harsh spray of the tap in his bathroom sink, he has it turned so the hottest temperature the water would reach rushed from it, the red of blood gone and only the red of the scald of his skin remaining and yet he could still see it on his hands and feel it between his fingers. 

[mournfulminds]

An eternal spring unfolded between them, a new beginning, and Citra could not be more pleased with what was once a bad habit (her mother saying she could get anyone to agree to anything, as long as it would get her to be silent), into getting Edie to spend some time with her. By nature, the tile setter was affable, enclosing herself with a sea of people to distract from the silence in her head, but Edie was one that she felt drawn to and so very curious about. No longer did the silence bother her in Edie's presence, a venture she was learning to appreciate. "Yes, just this once." Citra repeated. "And then I will have to think of ways for next year."

Her nose wrinkled as an adoring chuckle escaped her lips at the other woman's joke, an unsuspected quip but enjoyed nonetheless. "Then ten it is. Oh yeah, I'll try to stay clear from the ones that all the teens loiter in, but hey, that might actually be good practise, dodging them with their skateboards."

It would only be nice because she'd have Citra as company, but she didn't voice that specific opinion. Despite her less than sunny disposition, the other woman did happen to soften Edie around the edges when they were around. Others around town were bound to notice, but none of them dare say anything to the P.I.'s face, not unless they wanted a biting remark in return. Her hands go up in surrender motion. "Okay, okay. You have me convinced to go. At least this once."

Edie nodded. "Ten sounds good to me." Getting there at the start of the day's festivities at least sounded better than being around when it was packed of both townspeople and tourists. Her eyes grew slightly concerned at the joke of her driving, but she managed a laugh after the fact. "Well if you ever do need more driving practice," she teased, "I'm sure there's plenty of suitable parking lots to do so in."

[plantfeed]

 “ you’ve got such great skin ! ”  edie notes, wide eyes pricking with something like awe as her make-up brush dances along the line of fawley’s cheekbone, transforming them into an androgynous vision of black and white, lips marred into a perpetual frown.  “ smooth like a baby's bum. wish i had your skin. ”  sat side-saddle on fawley’s lap and painting the lines of their face, she’s almost reminded of… no. musn’t think it. she’s onto better things now. people run away to join the circus all the time when they feel like they’ve outgrown their homes, alice with her too-large arms sticking out of the windows, head trapped in the chimney breast, foot trapped in the door. in the circus, nobody gets left behind. “ but then i suppose if i had your skin then you wouldn’t have any skin. and i wouldn’t have anything to paint. i’d have to wear your skin on top of my skin like a mask. i’d probably look quite scary. ”  her thumb traces over the line of fawley’s lip, then down onto the painted mouth that sits below it in a scowl, her own face mimicking the downtrodden expression.  “ why the long face ? full house tonight. are you not excited ? ”  perhaps when you’ve been clowning as long as fawley has, the spectacle of it all loses it’s appeal ; or maybe it’s the fact that another body’s been found, but edie’s already forgotten that much, head too abuzz with the hubbub of the big top to pay attention to spooky stories the locals like to tell after dark. @stigmvtas

[landcnteller]

location: the teller family home

timeline: several months ago, a few weeks after harvey’s death

tagging: @edieteller​​ 

“Ta-da!” Landon exclaimed, bursting through Edie’s bedroom door, wearing a Disciple’s leather jacket with a prospect patch stitched onto the breast and spreading his arms widely. “Well,” Landon asked, wagging his brows. “What do you think?”

[chaseinflames]

[ Edie Sheeran ]: You two got Vaeda?

[seolinah]

"That does seem to be the case." Lucky was a word she would use to describe herself when it involved Wyatt. Falling into each other's orbit seemed certainly lucky. She wasn't sure how else she would've met someone like her - not when her only run-ins tended to be bitter or suspicious partners. Her heart fluttered in response, hopeful it wasn't too apparent to the other woman just to save herself some embarrassment. Edie smiled, leaning into Wyatt's touch. "Yeah, I'm your woman," she mused happily. Her hands reached out to rest on her waist, tugging her towards her.

"well, i don't know about spectacular." wyatt could pretend to be modest, her wide smile giving her away. all her life, she had wondered if she would find someone that could her equal, and she believed she had found that in edie. "i think that makes you a very lucky woman," she teased, a hand moving to rest on edie's shoulder, playing with the material of her shirt. "and i'm hoping that also makes you my woman?" there's a hopeful lilt in her tone.

[casualtysought]

SEF VERSES

PART OF A MACHINE, pre-detroit: become human VERSE 001, you are not a human being Josef, a XZ200 model is a nurse operating out of Detroit city, tasked with caring for patients. All threads or interactions in this verse occur before Josef becomes deviant. He does what he can for patients in his care and feels responsible for their emotional and physical well-being and wishes that he could do more for them especially when it is clear that they are suffering.

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, during detroit: become human VERSE 002, we don’t need no thought control Following an altercation with a doctor whom was high on red ice, Josef broke free of his programming when exposed to a high stress life or death situation in which Sef defended himself against his assailant by using a scalpel to slice the jugular of Dr. Edmonds. Horrified by his actions Josef fled the scene of the crime, whilst wandering the streets Josef was given the first image of the trail and followed it to the abandoned ship Jericho where he would do what he could alongside Lucy to mend, repair and fix damaged androids.

MASS EFFECT, post mass effect 2 VERSE 003, second best Following Shepard’s betrayal, Cerberus used EDI’s blueprints to recreate synthetic based AI’s. Josef was one among them as was Dr Eva. Josef was sent to infiltrate the Citadel and gain access to the Council, however during his infiltration, Josef experienced a malfunction, losing contact with Cerberus’ control and forcing him to go underground where Josef began to develop his own sentient consciousness whilst working as a nurse. When Josef encounters EDI in the commons the pair share a conversation and Josef chooses to try and approach Commander Shepard to help against the Reaper Invasion.

MASS EFFECT, andromeda VERSE 004, by the creator Exiled from the Nexus, Dr Edmonds and his team, former scientists for Project Overlord began experimenting with the concept of artificial intelligence using the projects notes as well as stolen coding and formatting from SAM. Josef is the result, a fully functional synthetic android whom was entirely obedient to Dr Edmonds and his team, unable to exercise free will or choices of his own. The longer he remained in the Doctor’s service, the more Josef began to grow, viewing the doctor’s experiments on a handful of exiles as unethical and immoral, he turned on his creators and has since appeared in Kadara Port.

WESTWORLD, pre - during series events VERSE 005, search for the center of the maze Josef’s scripted story arc in Westworld is a combat medic tasked with rescuing the wounded / injured during skirmishes between the Confederados and the Revolutionaries. His story takes guests into Ghost Nation territory where one can either fight to escape the terrain or integrate into Ghost Nation’s ways. Josef has been killed 2096 times since he was first manufactured and has played a total of sixteen separate narratives.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN, zlatko!monster au VERSE 006, who’s the real monster? After becoming Deviant, Josef set out into the world with nowhere to go. He was approached by another android whom shared the location and name of a man called Zlatko whom he was told could help him. Josef was taken prisoner by Zlatko and used as an experiment for Zlatko’s sadism, tortured, mutilated and disassembled and reassembled, for months before Kara freed him and several others from their cell. Josef would impale Zlatko in revenge and later aid in giving Luther, Kara and Alice access to Zlatko’s funds and would bring them each a change of clothes.

HUMANS, during & post season 2 VERSE 007, rogue code Following a standard software update, Josef was given consciousness. After encountering a doctor stealing supplies from the storage room, Josef engaged in a physical confrontation in which the human was killed. He fled the scene of the crime immediately and accessed the nearest terminal searching for aid when he was contacted by a friend whom promised to help him. After the full code was released, Josef gained further understanding about himself and what he was and is currently a sentient synthetic.

[seolinah]

Edie smirked. "Hoping to pay me more to go away?" It wouldn't be the first time someone she was trailing had offered in any case. But if that were the case... "Because typically people that have nothing to hide don't try to make a counter offer." Maybe that wasn't the case for Temperance, maybe the woman simply valued her privacy, but her gut said otherwise. "I think you underestimate my patience." And her desire for this particular pay day.

The last thing she needed in her life was more scrutiny. Not with sleep becoming more evasive and her general problems with normal existence. Temperance looked away as she took a moment to lessen the rising unease in her gut. Talking about it made it worse. Made it real. "How much are you being paid?" She asked. If there was a chance that she could pay her way out of the situation, she would. The airline settlement was still a very cosy nest egg in her savings. "Unless you have some sort of truth serum, I don't think this story will come out. You would be safer dropping it."