#int. eden

[edietello]

starter for: @edenxoconnell location: driftwood

Edie kept a neutral frown on her lips as she finished wiping off a table before making a round to move back behind the counter, hanging up her cloth before moving to fish her hand into the tip jar to collect her share.

"Slow as hell. You cool if I take off?"

[feraldogbites]

continued from here.

she cocks her head like a confused dog, to the side with bulging coal - colored eyes that pierce right through eden. her blessing was meant positively — wishing eden a safe return, the two of them stand awkwardly by the secret back exit. the humiliating nickname that has been going around is well known to her, but she is bravely ignoring it. " the Other God watches over both of us. we are her children, thus she prays for our salvation. " the words an easy learnt mantra, because she is spoken to, by the other god, if that was not clear yet. " i will accompany you on your travels. " a statement rather than a question.

[peterbasara]

"I guess it depends on the type of media, but honest and unrelenting journalism will never go out of style. As long as you're in the pursuit of the truth, that's a noble cause."

He even impresses himself with that bit of wisdom -- looked like the edible the guys at the frat had offered to him was finally hitting.

"Your perception of 'just enough romance' might be some people's idea of 'too much' -- just keep that in mind."

He's briefly caught up on the memory of a hook-up he'd had recently where a girl had asked him to wear pointed elf ears, but her question diverts him.

"To put it plainly, at that point in my life it was either DJ or killing myself, so I don't think anyone had any real complaints about me turning to the decks. Why you ask?"

@edenxoconnell

"If you want to call it that, sure." Eden couldn't help but think of her mother's words that told her journalism was a waste of time and an English degree would get her nothing in life. It sucked not having a supportive parent, especially when that parent always compared her to her siblings. Eden's mom wanted her to be like the twins so badly and she wished she'd become an actress and followed in Arkin's footsteps, but after all that happened with Arkin, there wasn't enough money in the world to get her back to Hollywood. Not a chance. Besides, Eden tried to audition for a play at the community theatre once and she almost threw up. Acting was not her thing, nor was public speaking.

"No." Eden made a face when he asked if it was going to be smut. "It's fantasy, but more like Lord of the Rings. Not a lot of romance but just enough." She nodded, satisfied with her idea of not focusing solely on romance. Besides, romance was a bunch of shit anyway. "Question. What do people in your life think about you being a DJ? Or like, what was everyone's reaction when you said that's what you wanted to be?"

@peterbasara

[trans-queen-administrator]

So I reread interlude 29 and this quote from Fortuna really stuck out to me. The only way they were able to beat Eden was because she was the present fell away as she looked at the future, and this is pretty nice foreshadowing for how Scion will finally be killed. It isn't because Taylor has overwhelming offensive power, she tries that again and again in more and more creative ways and he shrugs it off, he only dies because she forced him to focus on the past, on what he lost, and made him get lost in the memories and grief of the past so he allowed himself to die. It also parallels Fortuna and Doctor Mother and all of Cauldron, in my opinion. For decades they operated with an unyielding focus on preventing the inevitable future, and I think they lost sight of the present just as much as the entities. Morals, any life outside their goal, everything slipped away from them because the future was so important and all consuming that they couldn't look away from finding solutions for it. Ultimately that's what allowed the Irregulars to raid the Cauldron base too, Contessa was so focused on the fight and their backup plans that she missed what was happening then and there.

And then of course it also parallels Taylor, because everything in Worm parallels Taylor somehow. She spent two years with an iron-set focus on the end of the world two years from then. She left behind her friends, became completely consumed by her goal, and generally did absolutely everything in service of preventing a future. Contessa, Eden, Taylor, all of them see a point in the future and abandon all morals to get there (although Eden doesn't really have any human morals to begin with but tbh this is more about Taylor and Contessa). They focus on a single goal and everything else in the world falls away because all that matters is them reaching that point in the future where they've succeeded. Contessa obviously through Path to Victory, but even outside the scope of her power she chose one goal and did absolutely everything in service of that goal. Taylor doesn't have something that gives her a clear path to her goal, but even still she finds one and everything that isn't part of the path ceases to matter. And then at the end when they reach their goal and the present falls back into focus, they both have to ask if it was worth it. And they know the answer, but even still they set another goal and do it all again.

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @devilwomcn | owen & eden. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

There's still a certain excitement for him when it comes the Games -- Now it's accompanied by a certain guilt, when all things are considered. But, Owen can't help but enjoy the spotlight. The Capitol loved him (Loved you enough to put your sister in the Games, a voice in his head reminds him), which made it all the more exciting. Any chance he got to sit across from Cesar Flickerman, or attend a party, it filled him with adrenaline. In moments like that, it was just a game again -- Not life and death, not him waking up screaming after dreaming of his sister being beheaded in the arena. It's Owen the Victor, schmoozing and rubbing elbows, while enjoying champagne and as much food as he can manage. Each time he tries something new, he makes a mental note of what he thinks Thea may like, and what he should bring back to the apartments with him.

He knows this is the last time he'll be in this position. Well, it will be if this rebellion works better than the last. He might as well stay out late and enjoy himself. The suit his stylist put him in is a bit itchy, and... Well, it's not something he would pick for himself, but it represents District Two. Good enough. Grabbing a flute full of some overly sweet and suspiciously green cocktail, Owen scans the room for a certain tall blonde. His relationship with Eden was only sort of defined, but when they were at the Capitol, he found himself gravitating towards her. It was almost pavlovian. "Your stylist outdid themselves," he opens with, his hand snaking around her waist as he approaches her from behind. Eden isn't exactly his girlfriend, but she's certainly become the closest thing to it. Owen knows she's not exactly everyone's cup of tea -- But she's never failed to keep him in her orbit. He already knows he'll be sneaking down to the District One apartments in the middle of the night at some point. "Your ass looks fucking amazing in that dress," He points out, ever the romantic. Leaning in, he kisses Eden's cheek, letting his arm linger. "S'good to see you."

[brckensocietyarch]

{ continued from this, coz my dumbass didn't post with beta to start xD }

although he had been surprised by her being there he wasn't even a little surprised that she was still fixing and editing things at the last minute, recalling how she could be a total perfectionist, something they clashed on given his one wild and reckless nature. her response to him earned a soft chuckle, unbothered by the fact she'd somewhat agreed with him being an idiot. he would expect nothing less from her. at the question he raised his camera, taking a quick photo of her, "i'm the photographer for the exhibit. well, one of two. but yeah, i'm here to snap tons of pictures, i promise not to take bad ones of your designs." micah spoke in a teasing tone, adding a wink for an extra effect. @xinthesewallsx

[cowboypunch]

# STARTER PARA : @unclepetunia​

suspiro que abandona su cuerpo desde las profundidades de su pecho, no podría decir que estaba acostumbrado a los desplantes, tampoco que deseara acostumbrarse, aun si entiende que el trabajo esta envuelto en sucesos inesperados, al menos esperaba una bienvenida estructurada, instrucciones claras de lo que esperan de él, aunque es su culpa al aceptar un encarga por una descripción tan escueta. acercamiento ocurre a carencia de otra opción “disculpa, quizá tu puedas ayudarme, estoy buscando al administrador” deseos de condesar situación en aquella corta frase, destinado interacción a un instante breve, es evidente “el empleado de la gaceta ha mencionado que es un tal sargento...” .

[wolfbaenes]

♡ ... CORALIE VIENNA HALE. info below the cut.

nickname: cora, cora dear. birthdate: march 27, 1996. medical issues: ptsd. species: werewolf. specialty: disappearing. family members: laura hale, derek hale, jackson whittemore-hale, bailey conrad, anastasia hale, judith mayer, malia tate-hale. positive traits: survivalist, genuine, protective. negative traits: flight risk, resentful, distrustful. school/major: beacon hills university, law. quote: “i kept being alive when i should have been burning; i was joan, i was lazarus.” theme song: wolf like me, lera lynn ft shovels & rope described as a color: ash gray.

[soulsuckrrs]

@elpida | continued meme | Richard & Eden

He was lost there within her eyes, in the meadow of sorrow and conflicting feelings. Large fingers flexed over her soft skin and Richard wanted nothing more than to press closer, breathe her in, taste her lips. But this moment held more than just desire, there was turmoil and Richard's chest seized his heart in a death grip as Eden struggled against whatever was going on in her mind and her heart. Richie never had been very quiet about how he felt, what his heart wanted, what he wanted. An island somewhere with the person he cared about, it had always been some pipe dream of a boy that wanted nothing to do with the rules and responsibilities that were his to inherit, the leadership of a pack, a people that he could never truly avoid despite his best efforts. But if he could have that dream with anyone, Richard felt it would be with Eden.

His hand was seconds from slipping into her hair, drawing her flush to him and capturing her lips with his own but Eden moved away, a heartbreaking action that made Richard make a noise of the same sentiment. She was fighting this, fighting what they felt and had between them, all the unexplored emotions and opportunities all because of her fucking family and Richard couldn't help the flash of anger that burned in his veins at that. No, he couldn't let her push him away, he couldn't be away from her. His head shook and the tall man instinctively reached out for her again but stopped himself, fingers curling into a fist and dropping to his side as he just watched her, blue eyes hooded with a sadness that etched across his furrowed features.

All at once he was slammed with emotions, they'd been swirling in his gut and teasing at the back of his mind but Eden's words hit him like arrows, stabbing deep into his chest to root there where he wanted her to be. He shifted, unclenching his fist and roughly shoving it through his curly hair, exhaling a soft growl and glancing away from her for only a second, not wanting Eden to think his ire was at all directed towards her. Whoever made her feel so confined, so trapped and unworthy of love would feel his ire some day but for now... he couldn't do anything but speak his heart like some fool ready to fall into the pits of a trap willingly if it meant being near to her.

"I don't care Eden, I don't care about any of that," Richard said, tone low, sad and laced with a yearning he couldn't help, he stayed where he was, not wanting to bridge the distance she made between them without her consent but desiring it more and more each passing second, he couldn't stand seeing her cry. "I don't give a shit about your dad or whatever he's convinced you he could do to me, to us," he dropped his head a little, tilting it to the side and catching her green gaze, getting lost there for a few breaths as his brow creased with care and emotion. "I care about you and only you." And it was true, not even his pack meant as much to him as Eden did, the little wolf had gotten so deep into his mind, body and soul, Richard would fight to keep her there.

He took a moment, a breath filling his lungs and exhaling through an opened mouth, pondering his next words and knowing they might be reckless, impulsive, but that was what love did to a person, right? Made them do whatever they could to keep it alive. He broke his efforts in maintaining distance, taking hold of her own clenched hand this time and taking it in both of his. His thumbs caressed at her han and he shook his head, knowing that dream of his wasn't the answer to either of their problems, least of all the one's Eden had expressed but he was going to voice it anyway. "We could run away, sail off to some island, just you and me, leave everyone behind and just... be happy, together." He said softly, hopefully, again his head shook and he sighed, glancing down at where he held her hand in his.

Richard wished he could take it all away like that, just get on his boat with this beautiful woman and leave everything behind. All his responsibilities, the legendary shoes of his Uncle he was supposed to fill and the pack he was supposed to lead. Especially leaving behind her father and family, the people that made her feel less than what she should have. But there was no easy and quick solution to this. Whatever they chose, they had to do it together because Richard would be damned if he gave Eden up. Not now, not ever.

"I can't lose you, Eden," he added after a few moments of silence, pulling her hand to put it against his chest where his heart thundered as if it would spring out of his chest, past his ribs, right into her palm, truly where it belonged anyway. He brushed his thumb over her hand again, wanting to pull her even closer now that he'd made contact once more. "Darling, I understand you're trying to protect me but I would face the wrath of Hades himself if it meant being with you. I won't give up, not even if you try to push me away." He could protect them both, though, his own safety meant far less than Eden's, Richard could only imagine what her father would do and had already done to her to instill such fear in the woman.

[phoebeclar]

That is a very true point but between you and me, I do hope to never come across someone purposefully trying for a three-legged dog. As much as I love them, it's an added adjustment I'd rather they not have to make. I was just letting people know about some unofficial dog therapy free on campus! Are you a dog person at all?

Oh, right. Duh. I mean, people breed pugs so purposely breeding dogs with less legs than normal wouldn’t be completely wild. Anyway, though, phew. So what were you saying about the rest of it? I was too focused on the three-legged dog thing.

[blcssom]

he pretends to peruse the menu of whatever bougie cafe she’s convinced him to come to ( influencer bait.... he’ll be lucky if anything is actually edible ) while rolling the sleeves of his button up to his elbows, gaze flitting up to hers passively. “what’s the stupid expensive dish you need to get?” beat. “woah, your face is all red... are you alright? i can ask them to move us to a table inside.”

closed starter for @stellrs​ : budding romance ( caught )

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Eden

tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, degradation, hinted captivity, obsessive behavior, size difference

You fight him, goddamit, that's the worst part - you always try to fight him with all you've got, with sharp nails and smooth teeth, with your hands, your knees, with the closest pillow (since he rarely lets you touch anything with a proper egde). You give it your best - your hardest, you scratch and bite like a wild animal, getting your tears and saliva everywhere and yet... all your efforts only seem to amuse him.

"This is all you've got, princess?" He taunts as he holds you down with one hand (albeit, probably bigger than your head) while the other strips you bare with ease. "C'mon, you should make it more difficult for me. It's no fun when you just lay there and take it." He chuckles as you squirm in his hold - and the sound fills you with suffocating cold dread. Like a particularly nasty, sticky cough it sinks to your chest, making it hard to breathe through the fury and shame.

You get even more feral, thrashing and kicking without order or direction - desperate to show him that you're not a meek victim, that you are not going down without a fight. But it's all pointless - you barely move an inch as he roughly spreads your naked legs, pushing you to your back with eyes full of malice - induced lust and drunken need for violence.

"It's like you're not even trying." His hot breath tickles your ear, forcing your baby hairs to stand prickly. The overwhelming smell of strong cologne, unmistakenly masculine, makes you even more lightheaded and scared with unevitable anticipation. "It's like you actually want me." He whispers darkly, gripping your waist painfully with both hands. "Is that so, baby? You want the big bad wolf to mount you down and take you?" He bites your neck playfully, but the ache is deep and throbbing within you. "Violate you?"

You shake your head rapidly, holding back scorching hot tears. No, no, you try to scream, but the lump in your throat is so heavy it prevents any sound from coming out.

"I know, baby, I know." Eden caresses your wet cheeks almost tenderly - if not for the scratches his claws leave behind on your soft skin. "I'm just messin' with you." The hunter rasps, fingers entangled deep into your locks. "I know you don't want any of this. Not my touch-" He lets go of your hair. "or my lips-" He kisses along your jawline, hungrily lapping at the salty tear stains. "And certainly not my big, throbbing cock up your tight little pussy." He gloats, lining up his shaft with your entrance. "But you are still going to take it, won't you?"

He stares at you intently, as if waiting for you to say something.

"Won't you, princess?" The man slaps you, voice a tad more irritated now. You quickly nod, terrified to your shaking bones - and only then does he smile again, sweetly. "Of course you will." He goes back to stroking your hair as he starts to slowly force his length into your unwilling, quivering quim.

"Because that's just how the world works, no? Pathetic little sluts get fucked by big, strong men like me. They get fucked over and over again until their poor little brains turn to mush. Don't they?" He chuckles with clear condescension as he finally begins to thrust int you - making sure his cock is all the way in before he pulls out and brutally shoves it again. Sick glee fills his scarred face as he watches your womb strain to accommodate the pulsing force brushing against your lower belly from the inside. This time you nod weakly before he has a reason to strike you.

"Such a good girl, accepting her place underneath me." Eden groans, growing flushed as he feels your walls squeeze against his intrusive thrusts. "You know this is all you're good for anyways. Just a warm hole and a pretty face for me to ruin." He gropes your breasts crudely, pinching your nipples with his fingertips. "Just look at you... what a wet little mess you are. It's like your body is begging for it - even if those treacherous lips deny the truth. You should be thanking me. If I wasn't claiming this sweet-" He makes a point to slam right into your most sensitive spot, making your toes curl despite your protests. "tight heat of yours, you'd be dead meat already. Just a chew toy for the wolves."

You make an uncomprehensible sound as the pain dulls and gives way to damp, humiliating pleasure. You bite your tongue to muffle the moans, but this only stirs him further - taking it as a challenge to make you sing for him. He keeps fucking into you, dragging you up and down like a feather.

"You're lucky I love you so much." The hunter sighs, voice softening to a whisper. "You're lucky I like it when you cry for me." He reaches to wipe away a falling tear. "So you better thank me, princess." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Burning hot flames greet you, but all you feel is ice.

"Thank you, Eden."

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @devilwomcn | cyrus & eden. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

Needless to say, there’s no love between District One and Twelve. There’s a glaringly obvious difference between the two, it doesn't take much to figure that out. Eden and Cyrus are no different. He finds the blonde to be insufferable, with an over inflated ego that he enjoys poking holes in. She's everything he hates about the Capitol, the Games, then entire system. Sure, she’s ended up in his bed on more than one occasion — He hates her, but Cyrus can’t deny that he’s a simple man. Despite how insufferable Eden is, she’s gorgeous, all legs and blonde hair. Once he’s had a few drinks (and typically when he and Dinah aren’t speaking), insults turn into tearing each other's clothes off. A means to an end. 

“Pretty fucked up that the guy who killed one’a your sisters is the one helping mentor this one.” Cyrus greets her, downing another glass of champagne as he approaches her. Looking her up and down, he's grateful his idiot stylist has always opted to just put him in black -- Rather than something so shiny it makes him wince, like the prep team from District One. Bit on the nose, if you ask him. “Hopefully it goes better this time.” Cyrus continues with a shrug, glancing over his shoulder at Silena across the room. He can't deny she's a frontrunner for the Games, given that she's the spitting image of Eden -- The younger and shinier version, who will certainly put on a show for the Capitol and sponsors. She certainly blows his own pathetic tributes out of the water.

"Or maybe that's your strategy?" He continues, smirk at his lips, hoping to get a rise out of the woman. "Off the other two so the Capitol will only pay attention to you? S'one hell of a way to secure your spot, Vale."

[blcssom]

the eye roll is automatic, a trained response to eden's bullshit that seemed to be muscle memory now. "how about you stop trying to give me the answer you think i want and be fucking honest for once? a novel concept for you, i know." granted, it shouldn't matter why she's there: vera had promised to take care of the problem she'd let slip away should they ever cross paths again. "the longer you stall the less reason i have not to kill you."

"i've been hungry?" the answer came out with a shrug despite a very lethal woman was in her midst. however, eden also felt like she sort of could get away with murder around her. soooo.... "jesusfuckshit!" she turned to her, hands pressing to her chest as she went to stop her from... well, whatever threatening thing she was about to do. "or i missed you? is that one better? a little easier on the ears? softer to chew? i have no idea what mood you're into, vera babe. so, if you want to make this easier for me..."

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @xinthesewallsx​ }

it was times like these that micah had regretted the fact he liked doing things somewhat spontaneously. when he had seen the flyer asking for photographers to help capture pictures for a fashion school exhibition, both behind and on the scene, it seemed like a fun opportunity to expand his portfolio whilst possibly getting the chance to flirt with total strangers. he should’ve looked into the further but alas he was fr too distracted by the idea of the good time it’d be to realising what he had missed. that it was being held by her school. it wasn’t until he was already signed on, at the event and taking some pre-show photo that it dawned on him. seeing her making some final adjustments to what he assumed was one of her pieces. he slowly walked up behind her, lips pressed her against each other until he was right behind her. “am i a total idiot for forgetting you go here?”

[elpida]

Eden O'Connor was many things and tonight jaw dropping was one of them. She had no expected an invitation to something like this but she supposed that if he needed someone on his arm, then she was a good option. It couldn't possibly be a date after all, could it? She normally wore soft colours but tonight? She was a vision in red and she truly looked like an old hollywood beauty. The red dress was tight, it truly hugged her figure, emphasized that tiny waist of hers and the divine curve of her hips, pulling onto one shoulder at the top and knee length at the bottom, modest and yet entirely feminine. It wasn't cheap, it wasn't tacky and it certainly wasn't the frilly, over the top pieces half the women here wore to be flamboyant. Eden looked completely timeless.

Her black hair swept back from one shoulder and falling forward in large waves on the other, her lips painted a red just two shades darker than her dress. She even wore heels and she hated heels but when Angelo said charity event, she knew the brief, she'd catered these things more than once. The reason she chose to meet him here though was down to the fact she didn't own a dress like this, she went panic shopping and.. spent more on it than she should have, dipped into the savings she'd been putting aside for him but it'd be worth it, to see the look on his face, right? She hoped. In truth she wanted him to feel on top of the world, with her on his arm but she'd walked in and every gaze fell to her. The sweetest part was she barely realised, she was just searching the crowd of people for him.

She swayed her hips as she walked, too many here would be hungry for a woman that looked as lovely as she did. A waiter stopped her to offer her a drink, even crouching slightly for her to take a champagne flute which she thanked him for and then when she spotted Angelo, she wore the widest smile. She truly did not realise how dangerous everyone int his room was. She was in a den of vipers. "I'm so sorry I'm late Angelo, it was a little further than I thought." she spoke softly as she approached, given she waited so she didn't interrupt his conversation. It took longer than she thought... she'd walked here. Not a date, she reminded herself, definitely not a date. "I'll warn you now, I'm not a very good dancer."

@wiinestories !