L'armes de douleur

21· eden's writing archive

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₊FROST BITTEN FINGERS₊ ⊹

𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔷 𝔩𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦è𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔫ê𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔪é

♱ EDEN ♱ 🐻‍❄ ₊ ⊹ 𓂃 ˖⋆ ˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❆ in their JJK, CHARISMA HOUSE, IDV + TWST era!

₊ ⊹☃ French, they/them, Leona's & Kalim's cuddle bug, Sukuna's concubine !! n(sfw) (but i mostly write sfw) blog — minors proceed with caution.

Blog is currently: UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

[tokyoproxy]

雪景色の温泉街 // Snow-covered hot spring town

[cozyconstellations]

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Since I got a new phone, I basically lost all progress to my twst account. All 90+ levels of 3+ years of progress.

PSA to save your ID information.

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Nevermind I figured it out, killing myself is cancelled

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Since I got a new phone, I basically lost all progress to my twst account. All 90+ levels of 3+ years of progress.

PSA to save your ID information.

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Is this play about me?

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Whaaaat's the point of even adding kalim if you're gonna clearly give him like, one sentence compared to jamil and give him like, 5 paragraphs...its bored its tired

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"write it yourself!" IN A MINUTE

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Whaaaat's the point of even adding kalim if you're gonna clearly give him like, one sentence compared to jamil and give him like, 5 paragraphs...its bored its tired

[cigsaftersuh]

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Hubby came home twice after that!

Im so happy🫶 had to reach pity for him, but i dont care since ive been saving since jamils/ the new theme was announced.

GROOVY SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Im gonnacryhessocute

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I gently open google docs

[justablkkid]

[yeyinde]

18+ | noncon. implied kidnapping.

In retrospect, camping all by yourself in a national park teaming with bears was probably high on the list of "dumbest things you've ever done in your life." But in your (shaky) defence—it really wasn't the wildlife you had to worry about anyway, but rather man.

In particular, a man.

That surly, gruff park ranger who happened to look just like a grizzly at first glance. The same one who found you all alone in your pitiful little tent, flashlight clutched in your trembling hands as you stared at him through the crack in the opening, visibly relieved that the thing you heard stomping around outside wasn't a bear, and quickly decided that pampered city princesses ought to be taught a lesson on what survival out here really means.

But he's merciful, he claims, and gives you a headstart to try and escape him (and the thick, unmistakable bulge in his pants, the dangerous look in his eye; naked hunger—that same, dead-eyed thing you'd seen in a big grizzly as he charged an elk earlier in the day) before he takes his prize.

And so, you run.

Except making good decisions doesn't really seem to be your strongest point.

In an instant, something is slamming against your back before you even make it halfway up the hill, pushing you to the ground on your belly. A warm, thick body following down after you. Crushing you into the soil.

You're too dazed by the impact to struggle when your hips are lifted. Pants, panties shoved down. Warm, rough hands cupping between your thighs, groaning at what he finds (all wet for me, mm, sweetheart?), and when you do, finally, begin to struggle you're met with an immovable wall. The strength of a man with more power in the single hand he keeps anchored against the back of your neck than you seem to have in your whole body—

"Don't know a thing, do you, sweetheart?" He growls, pushing your cheek deeper into the softened soil. "Not supposed to run from a bear, love."

Oh. Right.

Before you can squeak out an okay or sorry or please let me go, your knees are shoved wider apart by his thick, hairy thighs as he slots himself between your legs. Mounting his spoiled little prize on the cold, damp ground like a beast.

"Dangerous animals out here," is all he rasps before he's shoving inside of you, groaning about finally claiming the sweet little prey he's been diligently stalking through the park since he first laid eyes on you in the visitors centre. "You don't have a lick of sense in you, do you, sweetheart? No. Didn't even notice me followin' you. You need somethin'—someone—to protect you from dangerous predators, mm. And a firm hand to teach you a lesson."

He pries you open on his fat cock before you can spit out the dirt in your mouth to refute that claim, rutting into you like an animal on the cold ground in the middle of a national park as he makes good on his promise to show you what happens when you try and run from predators. A lesson that tastes like geosmin. Peat. And salty, tobacco-stained fingers. And aches like a broken bone after he set a maddening pace behind you, jerking your body against the upturned soil. Small rocks, and twigs digging into your skin.

When he's finally done, pulling out of you with a bullish grunt and landing a heavy, satisfied slap against the stinging cheek of your ass, he gathers your limp, sore body up into his arms, and brings you back to the lookout tower he calls home (temporarily).

A stop along the way, he assures you before setting out to teach his spoiled city princess more "survival skills"—like how to swallow his cock the way he likes, and how to take him as deeply, and as often, as he wants to give it to you.

(and often really is the foregone conclusion; it's mating season, after all.)

And as he pulls you down to lay against his furry, damp chest, cock softening inside of you (a thing you'll just have to get used to, sweetheart because he has no intentions of pulling out until he's ready to), and starts purring about mates and cubs and how lucky you were that he found you first before anything else had a chance to sniff you out, you think maybe you should have just gone to New York instead.

[winterbluesbaby]

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Life is good again.

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Just recovered from being sick with covid.

Thanks, mom.

[bnyukani]

Best way to start the new year is to draw Grimjinka.... Junos baby brotherr...

For his design i tried to emulate things like his white fur by giving him a scarf...(also I think under his shoes soles there are pawprints..