#eden starter

[elpida]

plot: eden is at a fundraising event for her business and the work she does to reduce food waste, accidentally dances with a mafia boss who is there for good appearance, and is oblivious to who they are. open to m 26+.

she'd dressed up for the event, wanted to look her best and if there was a chance she won an award or got any sponsors to keep doing what she did, she wanted to at least look her best in the photos. she wasn't wrong to dress up either, people here had money and clearly, money to waste. the thing was, eden didn't need money to be the prettiest woman in that hall. she was a raven haired beauty, a sweetheart in red, very different to her usual every day self. she was a bakery owner, she normally wore a flour dusted apron and her short dark waves pulled into some form of hair tie... but tonight she looked divine. the red satin of her dress shining with each step.

she wanted to dance, she truly did, people had formed a nice little circle and she'd spent the night talking about her charitable ventures to feed hungry mouths with what would be otherwise wasted, talked about how she made discreet brown bags filled with baked goods and essentials that anyone in need could pick up free of any charge, how she'd do a weekly soup night and the bread used with the soup was only what would've been wasted. in a modern day world she'd never understand why anyone went hungry.

she'd stood watching the people dancing as the song took a slower turn and she just wasn't brave enough to go out there and sway alone, but that's when she heard someone address her and that longing look turned to a sweetheart smile. someone wanted to dance with her? with her? she thought she was invisible most of the time but god, she was not tonight. "i— i can't really dance i'm not..." she stammered a little nervously, looking from the man out to the dance floor and her hand nervously edged from herself, to take the one offered. "are you sure? okay. yeah, yes, i'll dance with you, i'll try my best! i've never really slow danced with anyone before. i'm eden, by the way, i own a bakery in town, you might know it? bread, bakes and books?"

[asleepinawell]

As you’ve called us to the stage, so shall we perform. And creation magics never fail to please.

[lunaetis]

starter call for yinyue ! you can read her basic info HERE. please also read the following before interacting.

given the nature of her world & lore being rewritten by the dev, the starter will be set in your muse's verse. this means, if you're a multi, please specify your muse(s). if you cannot choose just one, you can mention multiple muses or verses / media !

yinyue is the rover from the upcoming game wuthering waves. because the game is unreleased and still in closed beta, information on her is limited and constantly changing. the way i write yinyue would be majorly headcanon based. she's amnesiac and do not remember who she is. she's searching for fragments of her memories.

i'm experimenting & developing her muse as i go along, so her portrayal will be subjected to change. please understand and expect inconsistence and shifts in her lore and personality as i establish her muse and core.

[eulcgizeme]

open to: any muse 25+ ! muse: eden yorke. twenty-nine. recently dissolved from gang affiliation, now returned back to normal life.

"I never said I'd be alright. I thought I'd be able to hold myself together."

[diveyne]

i lied sjdbncjk i decided i'm going to take my math final exam rn at 4 am 💀

[scftdevil]

coen hadn't let steve patch him up after the fight, he couldn't party like he used to. he wasn't about to give up fighting, but it was something he had to hide from most of the people in his life. the towel pressed to his nose was soaked with blood, he'd have to throw it out. his key clicked in the door and he shambled into the living room when he saw them. fuck. "what the hell are you doing here? i told you not to come over when i'm out." nose started to bleed again. what the fuck was tonight even?

[lilacsongs]

it’s  another  evening  at  his  place  after  a  long  day  at  the  studio  on  the  second  floor  of  his  house,  now  the  two  have  retreated  to  the  dining  room  where  a  simple  dinner  is  being  served  by  the  host.  mr.  baek,  as  most  refer  to  him  as,  or  seonho  to  the  friends  and  family  he’s  close  to,  places  the  dishes  in  the  middle  of  the  table  before  gesturing  for  his  apprentice  to  start  eating  too.  he’s  been  thinking  about  having  this  conversation  for  a  while,  but  the  day  that  marks  the  end  of  eden’s  internship  has  finally  come.  beyond  the  young  man’s  artistic  talent  that  has  fascinated  him  from  the  first  time  he’s  seen  his  work,  he  has  grown  quite  fond  of  the  younger  whose  personality  manages  to  brighten  up  the  studio  in  tangible  ways.  "eden,  you've  been  working  here  for  three  months  —  how  are  you  liking  it  so  far?"  the  painter  sets  down  his  chopsticks  and  the  bowl  before  he  continues.  “if  i  were  to  offer  you  a  full-time  position,  would  you  say  yes?”

@artisn

[stigmvtas]

the pearl - open

Every week, Eden fooled herself into thinking that the club wouldn't be too crowded on a late Saturday night, like clockwork. Squeezing past the crowd of bodies, a light sheen of sweat against her own skin - she clutched onto the bar for dear life, lest the ongoing wave of people swept her away and back towards the dancefloor, and ordered herself a drink. As soon as she'd gotten it and turned around - another arm elbowed into her back, and Eden jolted forward, tequila sloshing over the rim of her glass. "Oh shit!" She gasped out - reaching forward and clasping a shoulder at random, "Shit - sorry, I didn't get anything on you, did I?"

[hlfmoonshine]

@heroexxs meet coen eden just because i can.

"oh come on, it's not that bad." coen tried to wave her off. he wasn't used to being fussed over, especially after a fight. this was what he got for letting someone in, letting them see the darker aspects of his life. he hated it. he couldn't even explain why he'd done it, standing in the doorway as he tried to talk her out of coming in to clean him up.

coen grumbled and leaned out of the way, the stubbornness of a five year old being told to eat his vegetables. "i won, alright? i could be so much worse, this is actually my winning mug." his lips was busted, there was drying blood still creeping down from his brow and he was fairly certain something bad had happened to his nose, but he wasn't confident it was a break and he wasn't worried enough to go to a hospital.

[wherexthexdemonsxhide]

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the powers I have...is that a bad thing?”

[elpida]

plot: honestly, give me the safe word being used, the soft aftercare, all of that. that's it, that's the plot. my muse uses the safe word. open to m.

eden lay on her stomach, her ass on full display and he knew just how she liked it. her hands had been bound up to the bedframe, that was the new thing, the thing she'd been unsure of but.. she trusted him. he'd been right about so many things, things she thought she'd never enjoy but it turned out she did. the way he'd tease her, the build up, the adoration they had over her body.. it wasn't like any of the sloppy drunk one night stands or the boyfriends that just wanted to get off quickly, this was worshipping her body and truthfully, they made sure she came more than once. each little noise she made for him was lewd, positively lewd, the most sinful moans spilling from her parted lips with each deep thrust but the more it continued.. the more the bindings on her wrist dug in.

eden tried to ignore it, it wasn't a big deal, it was just some leather digging in... but her attention kept getting pulled back to it, the bite of it into her flash and as easy as that she felt like a little girl, trapped and frightened. she was scared, it was dark and that was not a memory she ever wanted to relive. red. everything was suddenly a lot, too much, even her face pushed into the bed and how it made her breath feel hot on her own skin. red. she had thought it again, she just had to say it. she did but it wasn't confident at first, their agreed safe word, until she said it again, and then louder, again and again. "red, red, red."

[peachypizzicato]

pov atticus

[lunaetis]

─「エデン」─  she may or may not be nodding off while farming in a game on her phone.

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: any muse 25 + ! STATUS: NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEW REPLIES MUSE: eden york. thirty-one, callum turner fc. mafia bonebreaker on the run.

"Don't call me baby."

[spiritoast]

aye maggy watch where you’re pointing that thing

[suprntrals]

@ofbluercses :: continued from here.

He must not recognize me, she realizes. Though to be fair, she wasn't one who spent a lot of time in the spotlight. She tried her best to avoid the paparazzi when she could. Occasionally she might be seen in the tabloids for some rebellious act she did, but that was about it.

A genuine smile spreads across her lips. "You don't know who I am do you?" she asks. Her head tilts to the side, as curiosity fills her gaze. "I'm Pegasus J. Crawford's daughter, Eden." she explains. "I thought I recognized you from an event Mr. Kaiba held that, my father and I attended."

White hair is pushed behind one ear as she stands before him. She's wearing a white polo shirt and a pink plaid skirt. She's also wearing white knee socks and a pair of pink sneakers. "I don't want anything from your boss by the way. I just wanted to say hello." she adds.