#After Eden

[inubaki]

Art not done by me. (Its done by the amazing Deya on twitter)

But I thought this was extremely telling for Day 1 of being kicked out; over what Adam had to mentally deal with. All this… for who? These animals mean nothing to Eve compared to Adam. And this is only the beginning to what he just has to get over in this new existence. Get over or die horribly.

A man used to lush greens, of areas of plenty. Now has to learn about weather. About scarcity. What freezing is. What over heating can do to a tired human body. Illness. How large or minor injuries can become infected. What being tired is. Hungry. Learn to be Nordic, to farm with nearly zero knowledge on what can fed or kill you. (Ever heard about Chris McCandless? Basically that but without resources)

Having to skin and eat the beasts you once coveted and loved. Then you have to bring a family into the world and force them to do the same thing or else they die. (What if one grows sick and spreads it to the others?) What if the plants that once could help you in the spring are poisonous by winter? How would they know what an adult body can compared to a child?

If your child dies tough! Get back to work because each day could kill more.

Hunting can take days and lead to exposer or injury. ANYTHING can kill you.

And for what? For who? And why?

Lucifer and Lilith had his magic, became kings and queens!

Adam got stuck in the world that Lilith had been DYING to go too! Not him!

Say what you want about Adam but no one deserves this. And if Adam helped Eve and the kids survive each and every day then that’s more than what should be expected. Who’s a bad father in that? Because he didn’t ask for this. It wasn’t his consequences to suffer but he did.

Cheapen this in Hazbin Hotel. I dare you. Build your excuses that Adam is resentful or a ‘bad dad’. Reality is this. Lucifer, Lilith, Heaven and Eve are all what brought this upon themselves to varying degrees of guilt. But it’s what costed Adam the most.

Eve cheated day two, got him kicked out day three. All while Lilith and Lucifer continues to be lavish in finery.

Keep your affair baby and your hypocrisy of fairness, and choice.

Ya fucking Hazbins.

[lady-perpetua]

[cariboll]

Eden

Hi. This is not a rant. I just finished writing a fanfic that I started writing in 2015, based on the music video for Hozier's "From Eden". It's the second story I've written based on the video, with the first being a kind of headcannon prequel to the video's story. Anyway, if anyone on Tumblr wants to read them, here's the link to Eden (there are a total of 12,952 words across 21 chapters in the two stories, so I won't post the stories here).

[phsolomon]

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[poem-today]

A poem by Rachel Wetzsteon

After Eden

Somewhere Zeno was smiling, the foul goblins of paradox were wearing their fairest clothes that night. My Dinner with a Chainsaw, the evening could have been called; and when one too many led to wise judgements too few, “I’m trying to break up with you!” he shouted as stockings and scruples flew; and what was over wasn’t; the brutal doings were sweeter than a caress; the thrill of it happening and the horror of it being an awful mistake collided like sweaty bodies in the dark, disheveled room. So this is moving on, she reflected after he left. But what was motion? No straight bright line but a wind every bit as stormy as the people it carried away from safety, through towns that froze and burned, helping them forward but not letting them forget for a second their ceaseless looking for what is lost, their sad resemblance to the quick and stubborn arrows that never arrive.

Rachel Wetzsteon (1967-2009)

[dewitty1]

Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: After Eden by Rickey

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Excerpt:

The next evening, when Draco still hadn't shown by five-fifteen, Harry Apparated to Wiltshire. He knew that Draco lived in a small cottage that he had built on the Malfoy property. He just didn't know exactly where. Armed with his Auror tracking skills, he set off to find Draco. Having to cast every spell multiple times in order to get it right, it took him almost an hour to find Draco's home.

Harry could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he knocked on the front door. After three sets of vigorous knocks, Draco still hadn't answered.

"Come on, Draco. Open the door, please?" Harry called out.

He waited a moment. When nothing happened, he yelled, "I had to Apparate to just outside the Manor and walk here using my wand to point me. Two miles. Please, Draco, let me explain. I didn't mean it." Again Harry waited. He could sense that Draco was just on the other side of the door.

"What I said— I don't feel that way at all. Actually, I feel the opposite. Draco? Open the—"

The door swung open to reveal a stiff and cold looking Draco Malfoy. The man took two steps back and allowed Harry entry and then slammed the door shut behind him.

Feeling bare and exposed, Harry stood in front of the other man and continued his heartfelt plea. "I'm sorry. I didn’t think you were feeling what I was feeling. I didn't even understand what I was feeling. I was being stupid."

"You are stupid." It was said as a statement of fact, not an accusation.

"Can I make it up to you?"

"There's really no point, is there?"

"Of course there's a point."

"The point being?"

"That I like you. That I'm attracted to you and think that, maybe, you're attracted to me."

"I was."

"Oh." Harry noted the use of past tense. "Could you be again?"

"I don't know," Draco said, looking at his fingernails.

"How about dinner? At the snootiest, stuck up place that won't let you in anymore? No limit. Champagne? Caviar?"

"I don't like caviar."

"Really?" Somehow that struck Harry as impossible.

"Foie gras and oysters."

"That's the spirit." Harry smiled. He knew he had him.

"Send an owl to Pierre's. Tell them you want a quiet corner booth for eight o'clock. Tell them it's a special celebration. Tell them— oh never mind, I'll write it all down."

Harry followed Draco to his study, where Draco crafted a letter full of dinner instructions, champagne vintage, and special menu items.

"Here." Draco handed him the letter. "Now sign that all powerful 'Harry Potter' and send it off."

"Wow, that's a lot," said Harry as he looked over the list.

"You have a lot of stupid to make up for. Now go. You can use my Floo. I'll meet you at your flat at seven forty-five."

Acting on impulse, Harry reached for Draco's hand and pulled it to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss and then held on to it as he said, "Until then."

The stunned look on Draco's face was worth the overtly saccharin romantic gesture.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Injury, Disability, Angst and Humor Summary:

Life threatening injuries are an occupational hazard even for a seasoned Auror, but Harry Potter never considered the possibility of life altering injury. And why is it that Draco Malfoy has to be the one to help him?

Excerpt:

The quill fell from Harry’s loose hold and he kicked the table leg in frustration. Malfoy studied him for a moment and then pulled out the Boomerang Ball from the box.

“Hold this.” Malfoy held the ball out to Harry, who took it with his left hand.

“Put it in your right hand,” instructed Malfoy.

Harry gently placed the ball on top of his right palm.

“Squeeze it.”

Nothing.

“You need to level with me, Potter. You’re not doing yourself any favors.”

“Shut up.”

“Put your hand on the table.” When Harry didn’t move, Draco yelled, “Do it!”

Harry let the ball roll out of his hand and rested it atop the table.

“Palm up.”

Harry complied.

“Close your eyes.”

Untrusting, Harry scowled at Malfoy.

“Potter, cooperate.”

Harry closed his eyes and waited.

“Tell me when you can feel something.” Malfoy touched the middle of Potter’s palm with his finger, but Harry didn’t react. Malfoy pressed down harder. “Open your eyes,” he said softly.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Malfoy’s index finger pressing firmly into the middle of his palm.

“You’ve been lying,” said Malfoy.

Harry shrugged.

“You can’t feel a fucking thing!”

“Fuck off.”

“Why the fuck are you telling everyone that you’re starting to get feeling back?”

“I didn’t.”

“That’s not what your Healer pal, Mrs. Longbottom, said.”

“Stay out of this.”

“Gladly, only you’ve hired me to work with you.” Malfoy took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said, “Maybe you should just concentrate on your left hand.”

“I’m an Auror. I need to be able to use my wand hand.”

“I’ve got news for you, Potter. Your right hand is no longer your wand hand.”

“Fuck off.”

[newwavesylviaplath]

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A taste of the divine

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[modaonlinemagazalari]

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After Eden

[solardriftx]

okay guys can we talk abt the pieces of damon lore dropped in some of the fte’s🤔 loooong conjectural yap session incoming

he gets pretty secretive about his home life if pressed further, but it’s clear that his parents struggled with paying the bills until he started raking in prize money from competitions. i think this little detail can

explain a lot abt his character. for one, his obsession with studying and burying himself into improving his talent. as a kid, it’s possible he placed pressure on himself to pull his weight (his relationship with his parents is evidently affectionate, so i don’t think they forced him into this), so he made sure to excel in school and eventually debate club not only for respect, but to secure the ideal future for himself and his parents. he may have known going into it that competitions had prize money on the line, and the club had the additional benefit of beefing up his college apps. getting into edens garden academy must’ve been a dream come true for the whole family, it’s likely he idolized the school growing up as a symbol of true success and prosperity (hence his bio mentioning there was never a doubt in his mind that he was destined to be the ultimate debater. an ultimate in his eyes was the best thing a young person could be)

another thought, his financial situation could be attributed to a number of things, but if it was due to his parents struggling to keep jobs, it would make sense why damon is so dead-set on defining people (including himself) based on the utility of their skills. he’s seen firsthand how cutthroat the job market can be, so upon initial meeting he either views his peers as inferior due to their less practical talents or as competition he refuses to back down to. he is obsessed with comparing himself to others! in his mind, people are their resume.

also, i wonder if the reason damon is described to be argumentative from an early age in his bio was due to teasing from other kids for being less well off? or possibly getting into spats with his parents under the stress? spats with extended family or other adults who ridiculed his parents? spats with a shitty landlord??? pure speculation, but these underdog scenarios would really showcase his desire to be respected

in a world so uncertain, damon’s tongue is his sharpest weapon and tool, and as such, he holds his talent in high regard as the sole definer of his identity.

[inubaki]

The Exchange (first showings)

part 6

Adam had no accurate account of how long he’d laid in the pit. Lucifer said nothing and neither did the boys as Eve remained in her state of stasis.

The pit was an engorged trench of earth Eve had so keenly constructed amongst many in Adam’s absence. Deep enough to cover but never not adequately deep enough to bury a human body. It was intricately cushioned in stakes of strange smelling plants, flowers and possible herbs. Its bedding bore a sharp contrast to its barren surroundings where floral refused to grow. Nothing disturbed Eve and days dragged along to months without even a murmur.

It came as a double edge to ease Adam’s paranoia from her last fit, but also entrapped him to the same spot. Refusing to abandoned her and cause a rift with the twins. All the while his stomach was only growing larger by the day.

“Ozzy…”

Lucifer announced with a kiss to Adam’s brow. The human man looking up from his assorted rations, giving the pale man a perfect window to push a daisy behind Adam’s ear. Sunflower colored eyes leered back at him with its usual suspicion. The once angel laughed and disrupted Adam boldly to shove himself into Adam’s lap. The beast’s favorite place if not to leer eerily behind him. “Asmodeus, really, but Ozzy for short!”

Lucifer repeated. Like a snake, he curled himself around Adam’s front. An embrace as lucid as it kept constricting. Adam shuddered away by instinct and general unease by physical contact. “That’s a Stu——“ he jerked in alarm as Lucifer’s fangs nicked at his swelled nipple. The arising tenderness in his chest which he refused to acknowledge. Their softening metamorphosis and only inspiring more leeching excitement for the demon making it all the more impossible to shove the leech away. “-STUPID FUCKING NAME!! Ahh—-“. Adam’s breath caught as Lucifer’s warm tongue engulf his nipple entirely. The shock of it eliciting a full body jerk, his cock twitching between his leather and furs. The years of neglect since leaving Eden rendering him ultra sensitive to even the slightest touch from the beast at his breast.

What would Eve say now? Now that he was the one being entrapped upon by Lucifer’s corroding influence. Adam chocked back a stammering moan as Lucifer switched breasts as easily as he switched humans. The fucker… Between them, his stomach gave the faintness of movement and dispute Adam jerking away from the sheer alieness of the feeling, Lucifer only purred. “So fitting it is, for the first prince to be of Lust…”

Lucifer’s hands lower to slip through Adam’s coverings. Tapered claws tracing along the beginning of an ample curve. Something shifted beneath the skin invoking a thirsty snarl from sharpened fangs. The ‘angel’ Adam had long forsaken shoved his face between Adam’s bared chest while giving an utterly inhuman whine. There was no end to Lucifer’s reach as Adam felt utterly engulfed. “Cause we’ll never get enough of you… My Queen and I… to our mother of hell….”

——-

It’s not very good. But, even with my headache, I wanted to do at least something. Eve, the earth’s first witch, had wanted to bring Adam some happiness. In form that would take, not even she expected.

Eve was Lucifer’s and Lilith’s first conduit. Dispute being human children, the children Eve bore carried their blood, strengthening their bond. The pit is the space in which both Abel and Cain drew their first breath and first blood so it’s the site most closeted to ‘them’.

And by extension are the marking Eve’s craved both into herself and Adam. Tying them both to the pit and Lilith, and Lucifer’s influence. Eve had expected to be the mother of humanity. And though she would be, she did not expect to what liberty Adam would carry in parallel to her.

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