#eden’s diary

[gently-decaying-flowers]

unzip my dress- but not in a sexual way- just so we can put on our pjs after a long day

take showers with me- but not in a sexual way- just so we can laugh about the lack of space and wash each others hair

hold me by the waist- but not in a sexual way- just because your hands fit so comfortably there

#eden’s diary #asexual #this is what i mean when i say i’m ace #yearning this holiday season

[accursedhex]

𝐔𝐒.

A/N: This is so incredibly self-indulgent. Crying, throwing up, sliding down on to the floor as I wrote this. Here is to those who too have painfully dreamt about what it’s like to be loved, to be held. Tenderly.

T/W: None, unless you count nauseating tenderness.

SYNOPSIS: Waking up with Mingyu. That’s it.

♫ : the night we met (raining)

Was this a dream?

It had to be.

Streams of golden beams filter through the blinds, birds chittering, the shift of the duvet and soft breaths all mingling together in your cozy sanctuary.

Butterfly kisses tickle your skin, a gentle breath on your neck, a soft sigh, his nose nuzzling against your jaw as you cradle him close. Fingers tangling in a bedraggled, mess of a mane, you let out an airy breath as you both reach for each other even in your half asleep states. He murmurs your name and you melt further into the sheets.

What you lack in accuracy, you make up with desperation as you blindly grasp at him. There’s not even an inch left between the two of your as you lay tangled upon the mattress. Dreamy sighs, slumber heavy eyes, clumsy kisses and ever wandering hands; there was a sort of relief, a rested feeling, recharged from both sleep and touch.

A warmth blossomed in your chest, met with the heat radiating off his larger frame as he smothered you. Never had you been so fond of rising temperatures as you were at this moment. Beyond contentment as your lips met, a brief kiss, enough to satisfy the both of you and you burrowed further under the comforter to escape the early morning chill of autumn just outside your windows. Condensation clouding those windows, in the rising hours of the sun.

If this was a dream, surely, you’d never want to wake up.

Yet, in the haze, as you blearily blink awake. You find your reality; he grounds you.

“Good morning,” comes the rasp of his morning voice, followed by another uncoordinated kiss. Which just barely grazes the corner of your mouth.

You stir and Mingyu holds you ever so tight in his burly arms, enveloped by the mass of his form.

A warm smile plays upon your lips, eyes creeping open. The hand that had been cradling his head, moves to card through the permed mop that tickled your skin, brushing curled locks from his face as you take in just how peaceful he looks. Cheek squished up against your chest, arms bulging as they cling to your frame, a small pout playing on his lips as he nuzzles closer, getting comfier, fighting consciousness.

You expel a long winded breath, in this moment, you bask. Revel in the way his breath fans across your bare skin, the rise and fall of his every breath, the chattering birds just outside your window, the distant hum of traffic just down below— everything was, in that moment, ever so peaceful. You were almost lulled back to sleep, if it wasn’t for your own nagging subconscious.

“Good morning,” you finally hum, cupping his cheek, leaning down to press a tender kiss to each relaxed brow, “You.”

It was utterly endearing, the way he instinctively leans into the provided kisses. As if every dose of affection your lips gave helped him to wake up little by little. Lashes fanning against your cheek as he begins his own assault of lovesick devotion, it was only the two of you in these few and fleeting moments.

You peck the tip of his nose and a wide smile beams back at you, fangs and all. Sharing a small bout of tittering, soft and melodious in wee small hours of the morning.

“Coffee?”

“Coffee.”

#edens diary #seventeen #svt #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt imagines #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines

[revengeromance]

may 16: joan of arc’s canonization date, and the first MCR concert of 2022.

[ID: 1. a screenshot of the joan of arc wikipedia page reading "[...] Pius X in 1909, [highlighted] and canonized on 16 May [highlight ends] 1920 by Pope Benedict XV. Her feast day is 30 [...]"

2. a screenshot of the spotify lyrics feature for "the foundations of decay" by my chemical romance that says "Take his body as a relic to be canonized"

3. a painting of joan of arc in armor holding up a flag holder

4. a photo of gerard way in day-to-day clothes holding a mic stand in a similar manner

5. a painting of joan of arc wearing armor and a red cape. she's on her knees holding down a sword as she looks up.

6. a photo of gerard wearing armor and a red cape while holding a mic to the side. he has one of his legs up on a structure not showed in the photo, his head slightly leaned back, his eyes closed and a straight line of fake blood makeup starting at his open mouth and ending at their adam's apple /end ID]

#brothers I am making connections #mcr #gerard way #MCR Eden #MCR Mexico #joan of arc #saints for girls #described #image id #diary 🌃 #web weaving

[rozyteaa]

Robin and Eden

𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍 Psssssst! Got a click on this two! I really love the idea of them kinda meeting together and also as an alternative to meet Robin!

𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍 And and and! This came up when I was practicing how to... *sobs* draw Eden (so many failed attemps— *sobs*) and was thinking about scars... and then about Robin having scar on their face after the dock event. The other source of inspiration is that fanart of Robin rescuing PC who already got Stockholm Syndrome from Eden. I'm trying to find it but I can'tAAAAAAAAA— pls tag or send me a link of it because I want to credit the author! If I remember well their PC is also a bunny...?

₊❀̥୭❛ Thank you in advance and let's get started!

PC have different soft bad-endings and most of them are being kidnapped then secluded in an area.

One is from the underground farm, one by being kidnapped by Kylar, one in asylum... and the one of many is being sold to Eden.

How Robin knew: they heard it from an orphan. Not too farfetched since the forest starts from Danube Street and one of common places that they frequent is the Soup Kitchen in Wolf Street so chances is they saw Bailey and PC!

First, if you haven't met Robin yet...

their motivation to search for you would be because you're their only friend left. To be specific, they've known you for so long and whether you two are close or not Robin cares about you.

They would think that you managed to go somewhere else and live your new life... just like the others. But that wasn't the case until they heard from an orphan that you got taken deep in the forest. This kicked their worry and started their search.

If you saved them from the dock...

They thought it isn't strange that it's not strange that you'll go disappearing to day to night and even for days. They want to believe that you will come back soon... but deep down this one in particular didn't sit right to them

Especially when the subtle air in the orphanage with whispers and glances that won't meet their eyes

Days turns to week and you're still missing. When they spotted Bailey, fear of realization dawned upon them

The caretaker would be at this point and started to put missing flyers. They may seem not care for the orphans but they do and that care stems from them money they can profit.

Robin just stood there for a while before pacing without purpose but to make their brain stimulate and think. When they spotted a couple of orphan, they approached them with so much force that it seems tackling the poor guy they first got the hand on.

With desperate voice they asked where are you, if they've seen you.

The orphan tried to separate them from the guy and with hushed voice they gave him the information: Bailey took you deep in the forest. That's all they know.

Regard of trauma or confidence %

Robin isn't a stranger by the forest. They sometimes take a stroll or have a picnic there. Being sorrounded by silence and nothing to worry about is comforting.

So trauma and confidence just changes Robin's attitude at the whole ordeal.

If trauma is still present or low confidence, Robin would try to search for you because they think they don't worth much at this point and with you in mind at their last moment would be worth it

Low or high you can say they developed an attachment to you...

No, wait. That's Kylar. Scratch that. Robin did it because they're a good person deep down and that's what they think the right thing to do so trauma and confidence were thrown out of the window and all they think is you.

Ofcourse, it also up to you, in the end, if to go back with them or not.

Probably won't take you at the orphanage first because of Bailey but another shelter so you can still move freely.

Risk is being caught being caught by Eden or Bailey. Don't think that the hunter won't break the orphans door if you disappeared. Chances are Bailey shrugging it off because... it's not their problem. They got paid and that's all that matters... Probably would use you as a hostage and demand a higher price. In most case I can see Eden is on their own

Little quick note:

You being in the refuge puts a lot of comfort to Robin that it higher their confidence. Idk. This made me think a bit of a Yandere!Robin, ahah. But let's keep them the precious bebe that they are who drink #respect juice every morning!

Anyways

If you don't go with Robin or fail at escaping...

...obviously, they'd be caught by Eden.

As soon as the hunter caugh their scent, big soundless steps made their way behind the orphan and their hand quickly grabbed for the neck and lifted them up.

Robin didn't go without a struggle and puts a bravado.

Both asserting dominance. Eden knows what they are doing and their power.

On the other side, Robin is on their desperation. It's either getting you back or going like that.

Kinda like a parallelism between Robin and Eden... If we'll add more detail to Robin's appearance after the dock, they'd probably have scars on their face. Not much but still visible.

Meanwhile Eden have many of them after years of survival in the wild. And their body differences. So it's basically a giant compared to an average person 😭

Eden, expert that they are, recognize Robin's will. They mostly see Robin like an animal protecting their family.

So, frustated and perhaps seeing a bit of themselves to Robin 🥺 , the hunter threw the orphan on the ground.

Looking down and casting shadow, they met eyes to eyes that still have grit on them

The hunter pointed at them with firmness. Then back at the forest. "Go."

Eden simply said before walking toward you, lifting you up and taking you back at the cabin.

Either Robin tries another futile fight or stay there watching you disappearing, there's can feel a strange safeness.

You were, somehow, safe with the hunter...

Doesn't mean that they've given up.

I can see Eden kinda having respect of Robin for that and Robin having bit of comfort toward Eden even though the hunter intimidate them. Both also lived like a hermit. Eden in the forest, and Robin in their room. Only goes out when they need to.

Meanwhile my headcanon of Eden's opinion to other Kylar their only see desperation and instability that won't be able to keep you safe. Sydney, despite the willingness, still lack of backbone. And Whitney, who can be possessive of their own, they simply don't like them. if Eden finds Whitney selling you off you're back in the cabin. Plus Eden doesn't like Whitney's town-vibes. The other they are chill is Alex but also finds them kinda soft, somewhere near Sydney Ú_Ù. And we don't talk about Avery.

#.rozy diary #.rozy shelf #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #eden the hunter

[humunanunga]

(howling and groaning and wailing and sulking in Texan)

#cara koskinen #project edens garden #fanganronpa #danganronpa #discord #media #gumdrop bae #dear diary #humor

[taintedtowers]

DOATK-TOBER DAY 29 - (UNOFFICIAL) CROSSOVERS DOATK x DARK FOUNTAIN: MEET YOUR MAKER

#doatk #diary of a tourney kid #Dark Fountain #Eden #THE FOOL #Whom's Diary Scribbles #DOATKtober 2023 #this is so self indulgent #i need you to imagine dreem asking an exact clone of themselves if they can do a crossover between their projects

[disappointparents]

stuff i’ve been thinking about recently

i must apologise by pinkpanthress / big eden (2000) / @ kerky.od.esterky on instagram / strangers by ethel cain / scarab beetles from the english nhm website / in conversation with myself by rayne fisher-quann/ scar issue graphic from google / jon caramanica via the new york times (i think, my dad sent this to me lol) / graveyard i passed on a walk

#mine #parallels #web weaving #compliation #collage #bordering on a diary entry actually #pinkpanthress #big eden #ethel cain #religion #grief #griefrecovery #rayne fisher quann #catholic trauma #i luv beetles in theory…only. #also idk how to tag. but i think this is plenty

[sotogalmo]

6:58

Min with "My Alcoholic Friends" by The Dresden Dolls?? I dunno .. gotten big Eden vibes tho. Maybe even Hu ???

#time diary(?) #audrey/kellie's time diary #drdt min #drdt eden #drdt hu #hu jing #min jeung #eden tobisa #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa #danganronpa despair time #drdt

[solitary-seaweed]

daydreaming of eden by bellbottompunk on ig 🦋🌸🌿

#acnh #new horizons #acnh exterior #acnh landscape #acnh ootd #eden island #dream diary

[gently-decaying-flowers]

literally imagine sitting with them on a bedroom floor listening to records and just talking. imagine little kisses and giggles. imagine sitting and sending each other memes even tho you’re a foot apart, or getting water and snacks. imagine jokes and deep conversations.

#eden’s diary #eden is yearning #i’m actually insane i think #literally crazy #this right here is proof of my insanity #those who know why- know why.

[accursedhex]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄.

A/N: It was a moment of weakness. I am losing my mind at this very moment and I need another drink. And just Perhaps, just Maybe… I couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu’s hands.

GENRE: Smut. [ MDNI ]

T/W: Fingering, body worship (I suppose), marking, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap your shit irl), penetrative intercourse; Mingyu is obsessed with you. No, like literally raging stalker level obsessed. Let me know if there’s anything I should I add, thanks.

SYNOPSIS: You’ve been Mingyu’s muse for quite some time now. Though, you didn’t realize just how deeply infatuated the two of you have become. I am unsure as to how, seeing as his studio is filled with nothing but pieces of You.

W/C: 1.2 K

♫ : primavera

His hand around your throat feels a lot like a tender caress. 

Your mouth gapes, eyes fluttering, breath stuttering. You do nothing to stop him as his mouth smashes itself upon yours. Lips pliant, eager even as your hands grasp desperately at his form. Fingers tangling in the fabric of his clothes as he presses you against the nearest wall.

Heat radiates from his frame as it easily crowds over you, enveloping you. You felt as though you were being swallowed whole, consumed by his presence.

“Isn’t that what we all crave?” He would whisper in your ear, deft fingers tracing over every curve and divot of your body.

“To consume,” his fingers root in your hair. “To be consumed,” his breath fans over your throat with every syllable. “To consume; is to be,” words barely even a whisper as he sinks his teeth into your skin.

A shudder travels up your spine, to the tips of your fingers and down to your toes. His tongue laving at every raw mark he leaves, with teeth and tongue no inch of you is left unscathed in his wake.

He’d mutter nonsense and you’d devour every word like it was your religion. A devout follower, diligent in your prayers— his name falling from the tip of your tongue like a forbidden sacrament. You weren’t sure when you got here, or even how— at his mercy, at his beholding.

Infatuation; your pulse roared in your ears. Obsession; your lungs threatened to burst with every kiss exchanged. Call it what you will, there was no taste like his on your palate. There was nothing like the sound of his name pouring from your tongue; “Mingyu,” breathy and heady.

His grasp was bruising, and yet, somehow, he held you as if you were a delicate flower. Centering the both of you, there was a pull neither of you could fight. The same way the moon encircles the earth, you were his world, spun it on its axis. As if together you had hung the stars in the sky and gave life to everything beneath.

“Again,” he urges, hands making easy work of your clothes.

“Mingyu,” you breathe, he was your air.

“Again.” A hand slips between your thighs and you let your head roll back with a sharp breath of air.

“Mingyu.”

Maybe there was a madness to it all, the way his eyes pierced you as you fell into pleasure. You were his muse, pushing him over the edge of insanity. To find himself; his breaking point. He’s told you as much as you had laid many a night sprawled upon silks as he drank in your form.

“You’re perfect,” he voices his awe, thick fingers trailing against your core.

Your breath hitches as he collects your essence, sinking those digits into you.

Mingyu’s eyes are as dark as the midnight sky just outside, racing over your features. Looking everywhere the eye could see, tracing every line, every curve. From the arch of your brow, to the tremble of your lip, to the flutter of your lashes and the desire that clouded your eyes as he worked his fingers into you.

He had committed every bit of you to his memory. His paintings that flooded his apartment could attest to that, the sculptures that were eerily life like were tribute to you. 

“Can’t get enough of you.”

Your thighs spread, hips rocking forward against his hand. Fingers scissor and thrust into you, his mouth working a new piece of artwork upon the blank canvas on your skin. You could come undone upon his fingers alone any day, he made sure of that as he works you closer to your own edge. Nudging you, coaxing you, sweet words of encouragement stuck like honey.

“Always so fucking perfect,” his voice strained, much like his own clothed need as it prodded against your thigh.

He wished he could capture every sound in his work, it was the only thing his pieces were missing. Maybe that’s why it drove him mad whenever your voice bounced off the walls of his loft, with every gasp and pant of his name, every pitch and crack of your voice. The moans— “Fuck,” he grunts out at the way you squeeze around him and the moan that follows was icing on the cake.

“Close... so fucking close, don’t stop,” you labor out, praying your knees don’t give out as Mingyu continues to sandwich you between himself and the wall.

“That’s it baby,” he coaxes, nipping along your jaw. “Just like that, come on. Give it to me, mhm?”

With every slide, you could barely keep yourself together. His thumb coming to tease over your bundle of nerves, sending sparks up your spine, eyes rolling back as a plethora of noises fall from your lips unrestrained. It wasn’t long until you were tumbling over that edge, reaching that pinnacle you had so truly needed, the knot in your stomach snapping. Thighs quivering, knees trembling, you have to hold tight to him as not to collapse right there as pleasure ebbs the corners of your vision.

There’s a guttural noise that sounds from Mingyu before he’s all too easily handling you, spreading you upon his desk. It rocks, jostled by the abrupt force of two bodies bearing down upon it. He rids you of the tattered slip that had scantily covered you.

His hands are on you in an instant, from the swell of your chest, to the dip of your waist, and the curve of your hips. His hair mused, locks out of place, his shirt missing a few buttons as it hung from his broad frame. You could make out the rise and fall of his bare chest, the way every muscle rippled as he let his shaft spring loose, slapping against his abdomen as you follow down his happy trail.

You grab for him, fisting his shirt as your lips meld together. He finds you, still basking in the aftermath of euphoria but greedy enough for more. Your free hand wrapping around his length as it throbs under your touch, thumbing at the pearlescent substance that had gathered, smearing it upon the raging tip. He curses, your name on his lips.

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Mingyu.”

“As if I could deny you.”

The both of you let out a slew of swears, though, yours were perhaps a little less coherent as he bottoms out. He offers his condolences as he smatters your face in messy kisses, lips grazing the corners of your mouth as he loses himself in your heat. Your body bending and arching, tears springing into your eyes even despite the preparation.

He kisses the salt from the corners of your eyes, murmuring heartfelt apologies. Mumbled apologies, “I’m sorry,” followed by desperate words, “I can’t help myself.”

You weren’t sure who was more of a mess at the moment. Hips rutting against you with abandon, dark locks shadowing his gaze as he watches himself disappear inside you. You weren’t sure where he began and you ended, bodies molding together as you took the brunt of him.

“Fuck,” he exclaims hoarsely, “You were made for me.”

“Mingyu.”

“Again . . .”

“Again for me.”

“Please.”

“Mingyu . . .”

#so this happened #edens diary #svt #mingyu #seventeen #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu smut #svt smut #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios

[oakthcrn]

Lark being half demon / fae and having that side of her come out only when her emotions are heightened is *chef kiss* Feminine rage at its finest.

threaten her loved ones...and you will be scorched.

bonus: Her daemon also transforms to be sharper and grotesque when she taps into that inhuman side of her...*double chef kiss.*

#. the blade of eden ( his dark materials ) #. her diary passages ( headcanons )

[rozyteaa]

Knowing Eden's denial to loving to be pegged is canon, I can't stop thinking about the image of his lewd face, his body wringing, toe curling, drooling as I peg him from behind and he comes all over the sheet.

#that's it #that's the post #degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter #.rozy diary

[monstraduplicia]

todays book haul!!! so excited to finally own some anais nin and be able to read her!! they had all volumes of her diaries except for volume three :( so i just bought the first one! all of books i got are second hand and most of them vintage copies im so happy 💜

#txt #might have to pause on east of eden to read the diaries ive wanting to read her for AGES

[rosewind2007]

Me “why on earth is Lucy calling herself a cormorant?”

Couple of minutes later, thank you wiki and Project Gutenberg:

It’s a Paradise Lost reference!

Now to th’ ascent of that steep savage Hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow […]
Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,
The middle Tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a Cormorant; yet not true Life
Thereby regaind, but sat devising Death
To them who liv’d; nor on the vertue thought
Of that life-giving Plant, but only us’d
For prospect, what well us’d had bin the pledge Of immortalitie.

So there we go, cormorant because Milton and Satan and greed…

#dracula lucy #Lucy cormorant #cormorant #paradise lost #garden of eden #dracula 2022 #dracula diaries #dracula emails #dracula novel #dracula daily

[evanescent-nightmares]

I am surrounded by the ways I could’ve loved you if the universe hadn’t had other plans for us. I try to remember there is a path for me and maybe I am a learning curve for you instead of a destination.

I will never know how to settle for being a pit stop when for as long as I can remember I wanted to be your Eden.

How do I accept being less than everything when I could’ve given you the world???

#wish I had put something like this in my romance novel #fuck bullshit romance conventions #Alex would’ve hated this writing lol #poem #the garden of Eden #was feeling inspired #diary #lucalamity #spilled ink #mine #sliding doors #poetry #original writing