#edenfelled

[ruinsapproach]

THE SEA HAD ALWAYS BEEN HOME TO HER. THE WAVES A SIREN SONG THAT ALWAYS CALLED HER BACK and it was to the docks she’d once called home — (what an interesting word for a place that abandoned her before she could even dream of abandoning it) — that she would return to seek out a flagship that she hoped would come to her aid, infamous as the crew’s captain was.

And what a relief it was to find the ship docked within Limsa Lominsa’s port, given that a trip elsewhere in the hopes of finding the elusive hyur would’ve worn her out far more than she would appreciate. There was something to be said for her luck but maybe, just maybe it would be on her side this eve.

Still, even though she squared her shoulders, there was a hesitance in her as she approached. A merchant ship, maybe, but once known for its illegality, and well, the Captain had many rumours and more attached to her name. Maybe they were like her own — fed by those who had nothing better to do and loved the idea of ruining someone’s life, their livelihood, or maybe there was a kernel of truth to them and she’d end up with a blade against her throat within the bell. How was she to know without seeking out what may possibly be her very demise?

“I’ve come to see Captain @edenfelled, if she is willing to take a visitor.” Nerissa spoke to the nearby dockhand, assured and strong, barely a waver in her voice despite how her insides roiled like the nearby ocean crashing upon the pillars. “I wish to barter a passage on the Wolfsbane, and more but the rest is for her ears alone. Would she be willing to speak with me?”

[laperlina]

❛ dead doesn’t mean gone. ❜ / whoever you think works best!!

The Haunting of Bly Manor Sentence Starters 𓂃｡⋆ ✧🪞 ( closed ) . @edenfelled

The forest is a blur around them as they make a mad dash for the shore — they'll outrun the Blights nipping at their heels, hopefully — and all will be well and normal and not-so-cursed anymore in no time.

Right?

"I think so too, Avery!" She cries between heaving gasps, energy crackling at her fingertips as she calls upon the eldritch Powers That Be. She looks over her shoulder, aiming for the ugliest one. "We can continue our chat after we're both dead."

[decaeys]

@edenfelled ( xal'atath ) : you're well-versed in the afterlife.

" thank you, " is her immediate response, a soft chuckle covered by the tips of lacquered fingers. she knows better than to fear the harbinger -- many have fallen before her, and yet one fact separates them from herself: they do not understand the will of the void. in fact, very few do. of course the illustrious alleria windrunner does, and that mysterious locus walker. but beyond those? she is willing to place her bets that no one alive has dabbled as closely with the void as she has.

nor has its use punished them quite so.

icy blue eyes widen as she takes in the form of the being whose whispers remain etched in her mind. in the few short months that the creature's existence remained in her hand as a weapon, her mind had been altered beyond the ken of those on azeroth. in truth, it was almost a relief when the weapon had ended up in the hands of warchief sylvanas -- perhaps another would finally understand the knowledge contained in those whispers, and the secrets would no longer be hers alone to bear.

alas, things could never be that easy.

" is there something you would know of my experience? I can't imagine someone of your kind knows anything of death itself, let alone what follows. I can't promise you mine is very interesting, though perhaps it's less miserable than the lives of the forsaken or those at acherus. "

[1nt3rc3d3f0rm3]

Apologies for the tags, but I believe you interact with this person, so thought you would like to know.

@yukikorogashi @ladysmaid @edenfelled @goetiya

It is in my belief that I was groomed as a teenager. This is the person that did it @/Notoriya or on her other blog @/lamentaticn. I'm not going to waste time, here is why I think

that straight off the bat. I’m dropping the most succinct screenshots first. It is honestly deeply upsetting to see how brainwashed I was at the time.

Now I would like to make a disclaimer. I intend on making this as fair as

possible. If I am unfair to her in the evidence, I will point it out. I will censor anything particularly sensitive. I want people to be aware of what she's done and that she's on the very same platform that I believe she first started to groom me on. I also believe that I am not collateral damage of her being emotionally stinted. I believe that she has a thing for teenagers. While I do not live in her head, the evidence here should be enough for anyone to come to the same conclusion.

My second disclaimer is that I was not a good person in that relationship. I'm fine with admitting that. I was a shitty partner, I was an emotional mess and I wasn't always fair. I don't doubt I've left her some scars. I will be upfront and say that's one of the reasons it took me a good few years to come out about it. The guilt was immense. I accept full accountability of me being unhealthy at that point.

For the full background, she first contacted me when I was 16. I was an at-risk youth. I had a

severe anxiety disorder, was been groomed before, and I came from an abusive background

I was fucked up, and she was aware of my mental health issues and my abusive family

before we got together. We got together romantically when I was 17, and the relationship lasted for around 5-6 years. I will now prove the timeline. While she deactivated the blog she used to contact me, and all interactions happened in private asks. I do have a full list of her Steam aliases to prove that the blog is hers. Interactions between us that happened in May of 2015. My birthday is in July. I am 26 now. She was 21/22 at the time. As I am using a burner Tumblr, I want some form of privacy. But let’s be real, who the fuck would care about collecting this evidence.

She was eager to engage with Life is Strange RP with me, which cringe. And of course, she

moved to Kik for said RP. Frustratingly, I can't fucking prove the dates there. I can prove that she used Kik, as she posted it on her own instagram. Frankly, if I knew I groomed a kid, I’d nuke any fucking evidence of Kik. For fairness sake, I will clarify that I am 18 during this screenshot. It is still wild that we had most of our conversations for a WHILE on the app that is famous for nuking messages. So, due to the nature of Kik, I cannot retrieve the messages. I cannot prove when RP happened, and due to my trauma I can't verify if ERP happened before I was 18. Dissociation, am I right? She was at least courteous enough to wait to receive nudes when I was 18. I don't think skirting the law is a particularly positive indication on her character, but I'II let the reader decide on that. 

Speaking of skirting the law, she did watch barely legal porn. Here's a few screenshots of

her admitting that. In fairness to her, some of the things mentioned here are actually not a big deal, and because l'm not a complete and utter cunt, I'm going to censor them. She had a few kinks in line with CNC. As I have matured, I don't think that's an issue in itself - It was triggering to me at the time. The barely legal porn was the beginning of the end to our relationship because when I was 23, I was working alongside teenagers, which is such a perception change. When you combine all of this shit, with her dating a minor, you can see the pattern emerge. I have screen recorded part of this, because Facebook Messenger insists on using a black line and it looks edited. Ultimately, most of these conversations happened over call. And I don’t want to drag up a lot of this because so much of her defence was blaming gender dysphoria. Which… shit’s rough for us enough, y’know?

This does not make a groomer by itself. I came to visit her in California (l was 18 and from the UK), which I can prove. What I cannot prove is that she rehearsed the lie I needed to tell her family. We were just friends, I was in my second year of uni (l was about to start my first, I was fresh off sixth form). She knew this wasn't healthy. She also pulled aside multiple of my friends and told them that they were not to discuss grooming with me, because it was triggering to me. Because we were all fucking teenagers, the red flag wasn't raised until adulthood. She was a dick to my friends as well. A lot of them did not feel comfortable around her.

She had very little boundaries with minors, in general. When I was 16/17, I made friends with a 14 year old as a teenager. Again, on a kik group dedicated to Overwatch. Ironically, I was the one defending and protecting these kids from the adults who’d try it on. While I was incredibly careful with how I interacted with this friend, Keira did not have that same reservation. She has worked with me to make this post. Bearing in mind, most of the screenshots in this section are during when A, Keira wanted to bring this 17 year old to her place, IRL to give her a monitor and shit. I also have evidence of her sending shit to her house. Without parental guidance. I had to tell her not to do that. She was also very eager to give this 17 year old her number. She also sank 80 dollars for a commission from this friend, which is just fucking weird. It is also baffling to me that she continues to RP on tumblr, after openly

admitting that she ERPed with a minor by mistake (the minor lied about their age). But that is a she said he said situation. Please keep in mind that the name used here (Liz) is one of the names she was trying out. 

While I could probably find so many more messages, I don’t think I need to. Looking at this shit physically affects me. I’ve tried so many ways to heal from this. And all I can think of is her continuing to use this fucking website to roleplay. I keep looking at her mutuals to see if any of them are kids. And I just can’t do it anymore. 

So, this is to Keira: If you contact me or mine after this, I will take it to your IRLs. I have their names, I have burners. And because you used to pride yourself over how petty you are, I’ll leave you with this. Make your own character instead of ripping off mine, because fuck me, your remix of Avery looks awful. 

[rosewiltd]

i thought you were so beautiful. / what if i said who sparks joy

( ethel cain prompts / accepting !! )

            𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑;  she  cannot  be  upset.  ‘Were’,  instead  of  ‘are,’  and  it  says  so  much  more  than  anything  else  he's  divulged  on  this  journey  through  the  First.  Corinne  is  not  the  Warrior  of  Light  —  the  singular  focus  of  Emet-Selch's  scrutiny  —  which  has  allowed  her  the  subtle  freedoms  to  observe  the  Ascian  in  a  way  the  other  Scions  have  thus  far  overlooked.  Emet-Selch,  she  realises,  is  a  man  prone  to  sentiment.  The  entirety  of  his  cause  hinges  on  the  fervent  belief  that  everything  previously  lost  can  be  restored  and  that  those  once  precious  to  him  can  be  returned.

            I  thought  you  were  so  beautiful,  he  says,  and  it  rings  of  disappointment.  Corinne  might  not  have  heard  him  at  all  if  she  hadn't  been  standing  next  to  him,  watching  from  afar  as  the  Scions  tend  to  a  recovered  Y'shtola.

            She  understands.

            She  was  beautiful  then,  when  she  was  whole  and  perfect.  She  is  not  now  —  a  mere  fragment  wearing  similar  features,  but  always  just  a  touch  away  from  the  real  thing.

            Not  for  the  first  time  since  meeting  him,  Corinne  wonders  what  he  sees  when  he  looks  at  the  people  of  the  First  or  Eorzea.  When  he  looks  at  her.  Does  he  see  the  way  the  dappled  sunlight  through  the  canopy  of  trees  creates  dancing  shadows  over  her  dark  curls?  Does  he  see  the  swell  of  uncertain  but  tangible  empathy  in  her  eyes?

          Or  does  he  cling  to  the  ghost  of  who  she  once  was,  immutable  in  his  certainty  that  Corinne  and  whoever  she  had  been  in  his  life  could  never  be  reconciled  with  one  another.  An  indelible  scar  of  the  soul.

          Corinne  does  not  have  an  answer.  The  truth  is,  she  doesn't  need  one.  Not  for  this.

            ❝  She  must  have  meant  a  lot  to  you,  ❞  her  concession  is  just  as  quiet.  'She',  not  'I'  —  a  stranger  to  him  now.  Corinne's  acceptance  of  it  settles  between  them  like  a  wave  finally  reaching  the  shore.  ❝  What  was  her  name?  ❞

[psychreaped]

‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .  ’ / ryne

❝ ↪ @edenfelled submitted an ask !!

How long has it been? How long had time ticked away to this moment? To have the chance to see her once more? So much has changed. He's changed. Not the young boy he was when first sent away to his purgatory.

Her voice is a familiar song which plays to a distant memory. A source of comfort. An attempt to return and find her once more. It's good to see time hasn't changed her.

" Thank you. " The first thing to part from his lips after desperately trying to find the right set of words. His hands reach in and cup her face, similar to what he recalls her doing with her thumbs all those years ago against his freckles, brushing against her cheeks lightly. " Thank you for not giving up on me. "

She's such a breath of fresh air.

[flintstruck-archived]

@edenfelled: you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you . / from kor because i want them to be toxic :)

Flint doesn’t respond to the other hyur at first. Well, beyond a heavy sigh, that is. She can't bring herself to muster up a response when Koret’s words themselves nary even come close to a greeting. Instead, she lingers there at the door to Koret’s quarters — a luck she’d found The Wolfsbane at the docks to even begin with and the crew had pointed out the way to her lover's door, not without some staring however. She knows why though, after all, blood drips down her cheek. She’s sure the keen-eyed captain can observe swelling that’s already forming around her left eye. The two splits in her skin — her eyebrow and lip each. That doesn’t even touch on the bruised knuckles. That one’s hidden by blood — not wholly her own. Nor the ribs that more than likely fractured. She hopes they're only bruised. Thaliak knows fractured ribs are a hell to heal. Unfortunately, she can’t tell at this point and they didn’t hesitate to avoid kicking her when she was down. Quite literally. 

She came here for a reason so all she offers is a grunt as she none too gently brushes her way past the captain. Not even avoiding their shoulders knocking together even as it sends a spike of pain through her. Her patience dwindled to nothing earlier when she got jumped in an alley. For god knows what, she didn’t even recognise their faces. Though, she knows her reputation. She knows Koret will pin the blame on her and in any other situation, it may not have been a lie. She's always chasing something — a fight or more — like a dog chasing a bone. So, she’s awaiting the further biting words that are likely gonna push her into snapping territory with her own sharp teeth and sharper words. 

Finally, standing in the middle of the room, boots tracking god knows what across the floor, she speaks up, voice hoarse. “Where’s yer wash basin?” She’d love a shower, or a bath even, but considering they’re on a ship, she doubts that’s available. Though she can hope, just as she hopes that clipped reponses will keep the two from trading some form of blows.

[ishguardienne]

@edenfelled | continued.

𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒, at once, overcome with a sense of loss just as strongly as she was relief. Since her time on the First, she had grown accustomed to the familiar presence of Ardbert's spectre. Tormented though she was by his plight, a selfish part of her revelled in the closeness, the camaraderie that his existence afforded her at a time in her life when things were so uncertain and perilous ( things often were in her life, but the added alarm of slowly becoming a Sin Eater seemed a fair bit more worth of panic ). She had reached her lowest point thus far, and had Ardbert not been there to talk her down from the proverbial ledge, she might have fallen — quite without preamble — into the depths of utter despair.

And then like fleeting snow, he'd been gone; rejoined as one with her soul and that closeness they'd had before felt entirely more complete ( in the way true soulmates often do ), yet also very much deserving of grief. Iphenne had resigned herself to this conclusion. That she would never again see him or know his laugh, share in his stories, create new ones.

Then, he was there. A second flood of Light crashing into her; but this wasn't like the one that had overtaken the First. Not a literal flood, but a feeling — one that, quite literally, had the warrior jolting near out of her skin as his hands came to grasp her by the arms. So startled was she by the solidness of him, that she sputtered dumbly for a scant few moments. She had the odd sense of the world shrinking around her, fading into shadow until the only thing she could focus on was Ardbert, his voice thick and far away, as though under water. She couldn't make out the words, but she understood the intent; the excitement in his inflection, which mirrored itself in the frenetic spark that suddenly worked up her spine.

❝ How — ❞ She supposed the hows and the whys didn't matter; whether a final act of Hydaelyn ( no, Venat ) or some fortuitous karmic interception, she did not know. Did not care, really. He was here. He was real. He was — ❝ You're alive! ❞

A laugh bubbled forth, unbidden and giddy and half-incredulous. Then her eyes went misty and Iphenne swore under her breath as she swiped a stray tear with the back of her hand.