#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]

"Guess it would depend on your audience. You get these groupies for these fairy smut books and I'm pretty sure they'd be pissed off if one of the love interest died."

He'd been into Lord of the Rings when he was younger, but thankfully romance didn't come into heavy play in those books.

Unless you were really rooting for Frodo and Sam.

"Life's too short to not do the thing you wanna do. You don't even have to be good at it to make it work in your favor. Like that Fifty Shades chick. Or that Matt Rife guy -- not fucking funny at all but selling out stadiums. Or Rebecca Black -- got memed to hell but you know what? Saw her live at a fest last year and she's actually fucking cool."

@edenxoconnell

“I guess you’re right, but by just enough I mean I’m still debating killing off the love interests.” And if she really wanted to sound like an O’Connell and be dramatic as fuck, she would have said her reason for that was because love always dies. It just doesn’t last.

Eden’s eyes widened at what he said next and she slowly nodded. “Alright, alright, I get that.” She hoped he was only joking.

“Well, because the reactions of some of the people I tell I want to be an author.. well, they’re not always positive. I was just curious though. It’s not that I’m a bad writer, it’s the money thing.”

@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.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb (selective with f) | plot: eden is a camgirl/OF creator but tries to keep it from her friends and family, but to her dismay, your muse found her account. | any connection welcome! taboo or not! | please read rules before interacting. | can be supernatural or not, lmk. }

"why do you keep looking at me like that?" eden asked as she sat beside the other on the couch, having noticed the glances in her direction that she couldn't quite narrow down if they were curious, angry or worried about something. "do i have something on my face?"

[conscrpt]

[ BED ]: cullen @muutos

skyhold was beautiful -- she thought so the moment she stepped foot on the grounds. but nowhere was it more beautiful than right HERE. she remembered the first night here and how she judged him so harshly for allowing a HOLE in the roof. after all, they had builders and carpenters and plenty of laborers. surely the repair wouldn't take more than a few days! but he had simply smiled at her, mumbled some reason as to why he liked it. tonight, as she peered out into the clear, night sky... theodora seemed to understand the commander just a bit better. the stars practically lit the room -- and while she had ALSO made a bit of a fuss about how cold it might get at night, she was pleased to discover that the man next to her ran warm. maybe it was all a trick just to maintain a closeness, the warden mused with a smile as fingers lightly ran along his neck, shoulder, down his arm and up again.

he stirred. just for a moment -- she paused, nervous that perhaps she had woken him. the man barely slept, so she was always eager to give him reasons to. tonight was a good night so far. no nightmares, no tossing and turning. theodora might joke that she was a good luck charm, that he should keep her close constantly. as if he had a choice. now that their decades-long journey of pining and yearning had come to quite the riveting conclusion, he would not be able to be rid of her even if he TRIED.

she wished that she could travel to the past -- wished that she coudl hold her younger self and tell her to have hope, to have COURAGE. she did, of course, or else she would not have been here... but she certainly could've used a bit more. a sigh traveled past plush lips, still slightly swollen from so many kisses you might think that she was making up for lost time (she was) and maker, she simply couldn't stop smiling. it seemed almost unfair to do. the world was on the brink of ending, this corypheus even more FURIOUS after they managed to stop his plans at adamant.

she was ever so grateful that cullen wasn't completely and utterly FURIOUS with her after learning about the happenings in the fade... oh, how her heart ached for hawke, for ANDERS. the news would not go over well and she envied varric not even a little bit for having to deliver it, although a part of her did want to somehow comfort her fellow (former) warden and friend. after all, she only had an INKLING of an idea regarding cullen's possible reaction to her remaining in the fade. but hawke and anders had a family, had a LIFE.

she would not waste the one she had any longer, theodora decided there in the dark, the stars the only ones awake to witness her quiet vow. the hero of ferelden leaned down to brush a kiss against her lover's temple, remaining there for a long moment as nimble fingers moved to brush stray pieces of golden hair away from his forehead. after these long battles, wars, blights, and demons -- theodora would be so happy to live a life with this one here, the one she once vowed to remain ever faithful to in a perfumed letter those many years ago. if the maker had any love for her in his heart, he might grant her this one wish. they both had fought long enough.

[destielgaysex]

i love autism

[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...” .

[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.

[velvetdesirez]

Hearing her words he found himself sighing softly at her words for a moment before biting his lower lip. He hated men like those and he knew he was going to kick his ass sooner than later. Hopefully once they were in private and eden wasn't there to stop him from doing so. "And see this is why you should let me knock him on his ass a little. That would teach him a lesson. " He said to her with a smile. Derek then leaned in her touch enjoying the way her hands felt around his neck and in his hair. It was rather intoxicating and he could certainly see himself getting used to this. A faint smile spread across his lips as she confessed to missing him. " I missed you too. " He said to her with a warm smile. Much as hers there was a frustration in him for her as well. He wanted her more than anything and he needed her more than anything. He simply couldn't get enough of her and the truth was he didn't wish to. He let himself be pulled into her and his lips crashing against hers. He didn't say anything to her and closed his eyes before he started kissing her hungrily and desperately. "Neither have I. " He said to her softly before kissing her again.

Maybe she should have let Derek punch him, but then they'd have the problem of answering why he was protecting her so fiercely.. but was it fair? The way he spoke down and degraded her? Eden was already small, he just made her feel smaller for everyone to witness, to make himself feel taller.. it wasn't the actions of any gentleman, it was the actions of a narcissistic ass. His words made her smile, even a little bit. She huffed a little air and leaned into how his hands reached for her waist and pulled her towards his body. "He gets worse, if I say anything.." she added, soft words, distracted words because her hands were looping around his neck, bringing her forehead to his. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck idly. "I missed you.." she spoke softly, nervously. Her boyfriend had planted that fear of rejection in her again. She eased into him so easily but there was this built up frustration in her, from the way her fingers yanked in his hair and kept his lips pulled against her. It was disgusting in some way, the fact she almost wanted her boyfriend to walk in and see her so wanted and desired by his hands. "I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about that night."

[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."

[brckensociety]

tag drop | eden novella

[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 )

[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.