#edenofink

[crownedmidas]

📚 for whichever of your ships it best suits

“Some people survive chaos and that is how they grow. And some people thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know.”

As the sun began to rise through the horizon, Nikolas King took the last drag of the cigarette that hung between his lips. He shut his eyes as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the new day greet him with an exhale. His body had grown stiff from the night on the roof, the cold slacks of the tiles underneath him warm with the heat of his body. It must have been hours he had been up there, an entire pack of cigarettes now mere ashes beside him. Meanwhile, she laid naked in bed, a large golden ring shining brighter than the chandelier within the midst of the room behind him. Gathering up his strength, Nik turned back towards the open window. 

He landed with a thud and a flinch, as he looked over at her. She was still sleeping soundly, with barely a notice to his presence, or lack thereof. He was back in his room – not the one story home that his mother was able to provide, but the four story building he’d bought with his own success. He had once tried to reel her in, to bring her home, but she had refused. She called him narcissistic; she told him it was a sham. She said lots of things a mother shouldn’t have in the eyes of her sons success. Mostly though, it all totaled to one thing: another person who had turned him away. Michelle wasn’t like that though, his newly wed wife. She had never turned him away. Not when it counted. 

He walked past her now, towards the ornate mirror. Gold speaks surrounded it, weaving itself around the mirror until it reached the top, where the design took shape: an orgy of golden people, as naked as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Elegant and crude, his father had said, giving him a pat on the back. As his eyes drifted for the golden orgy back to his own face, he wondered if he would ever get the elegant part down. Staring at the dark circles around his eyes, he doubted it - yet she still had chosen him anyway. He moved towards the guitar hung towards the side of the room. Planting himself in the chair, he began to strum softly as she slept. 

She woke with the sound of music in the room, groggy from the nights events. Her head pounded like a jackhammer, eyes averting from the light of the room. As she reached for the water placed on the bedside table beside her, her eyes caught the size of the ring gravitating her towards the ground. “What happened,” she called out. 

“Vegas baby,” Nikolas said with a smirk of confidence as his newly wed woke, unheralded to him of her shock and confusion, that his confidence would be short lived and she would soon turn him away too. 

@carolenarps

[wildesperation]

Remember when RPing used to be so dramatic? I don't have time for that anymore. I pay taxes now.

Ellie (edenofink)

[mysticscanlations]

Man, I really loved your translation of That Summer. Because, like, not only was that manhwa heart-wrenchingly amazing but I felt like you were with me on that journey. Like you got it! You enhanced the experience. And I wish Comico or whatever the origin site was would hire you to translate this bad boy into English so i could pay money to continue finding out what happened to my babies past ch. 88. BASICALLY you're my hero and i appreciate your good work

ahaha thank you! ^^ and although it’s not full scanlations, i am still translating TS right now! they’re just in text translations and summaries, but i include pictures from the raws in the summaries to help you follow along better :)

you can find more info here on my FAQ ^^

[gcldenachilles]

edenofink replied to your post “need to find a good rp to join before i lose my mind if anyone has any...”

when u find one, tell me

i gotchu b im taking u with me wherever I go 

[hexedhunts]

Bro, bless for taking that beating on your last blog and comin back strong. we respect. also, to be sure I'm respecting your gif rules, can you tell me what the 5+/- age gap rule relates to?

Aye, thanks! I’m still salty, but thankfully I’m bi enough that every gif hunt I repost makes me happy bc I get to stare at the fcs. 

In regards to the age gap rule, I just don’t want my gifs used in rp’s that have the “no age bending” rule, or “fcs can be aged down or up to 5 years/or do” because it makes me uncomfortable, I don’t agree with it, and I also like gifing older fcs in both younger and current roles and these roleplays essentially render part of my gif hunts unusable.  

I hope i could make myself clear, thanks for asking and thanks for the support boo <3

[crownedmidas]

The Burden of Being

The Burden of Being: A Righteous Tale of Giovanni Summers @carolenarps

Sunlight flittered beneath the misty blue curtains of the casement window that hid Giovanni from the world – or perhaps hid the world from Giovanni. Despite his precautious and apprehensive nature, he had taken ‘a leap of faith’ as his lover (could he have been considered a lover without having yet made love?) had put it the night prior. The ‘leap’, that felt more like a jump, that had inevitably left him with a heavy heart and an even heavier head. 

Giovanni dragged the duvet over his head. What was he thinking? Of all the things he could have done, kissing Wesley right in front of his boyfriend seemed the worst. It was wrong. While the pair had an arrangement for the sort of polygamy they partook in, Giovanni couldn’t help but see it as a form of adultery when that look in Wesley’s eyes spoke of more than the unspoken sexual tension that had built between them. To make matters worse, Wesley and his boyfriend were already in a belligerent state, one in which Wesley had confided Giovanni in. It was wrong; entirely wrong. Giovanni had practically taken advantage of Wesley’s unhappiness! Worst off, he liked it – not the manipulation, of course, but that kiss! Oh that kiss. Wesley’s lips were truly softer than he could have ever dreamt. And his hands. He could feel himself growing at the thought. 

“No,” Giovanni exclaimed, sitting up far too quickly for his own good. He groaned in remorse, rubbing his temples. It was then that he caught the whiff of one of his favorite scents – bacon. He knew it must have been for him. They were in Paris and Wesley had them on a strict Parisian breakfast on Giovanni’s insistence – despite his love for an American breakfast. Giovanni wanted to live in the Parisian stereotype – for his writing, if nothing else – and some things had to be sacrificed. Still, with the scent lofting in the air and his head still not half way there, he supposed he could make this one exception – if anything, just to be grateful.

Giovanni shuffled his way into the kitchen, his eyes barely open. Yet when he looked up, he was surprised to see Wesley’s boyfriend with him. The pair seemed wonderful, loving even, siting at the breakfast table, with their chairs pulled so close Wesley might as well have been on his lap. They giggled towards one another, like school girls sharing in a dirty secret. If they were once arguing, Giovanni would have never known. 

“Good morning,” Giovanni said, finally breaking their trance with one another. 

“Oh good morning Giovanni,” Wesley said. “Last night was very fun, wasn’t it? I knew it would be good for you to take a risk. And as promised, your reward.” He pushed the plate of bacon forward, a small laugh on his lips. “You look like you need it. Do you remember much of last night?” 

“Portions,” Giovanni said, sitting himself down awkwardly across from the couple who almost immediately went back to one another. He took a bite of the bacon slowly, contemplating what had happened. “You two seem better,” he said, attempting to hide his confusion. 

“Yes. I think last night was exactly what we needed,” Wesley’s boyfriend said, his hands running across Wesley’s bottom lip. “We really had a breakthrough and so did the bed.” 

Giovanni sat there, watching Wesley laugh. For the first time, he felt something different inside of him: envy, true envy. He’d always been jealous of lovers and how quickly and easily they had found each other, but never like this. But this was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To not feel guilty about the kiss? For Wesley and his boyfriend to make up and for things to get better? 

Mustering up his strength, Giovanni smiled for the couple. “That’s really good to hear.” Though his voice was cheerful, his insides sunk. He supposed, that was truly the burden of being. 

[disneysqueen]

"And him? Does that boy make you feel the way I do?" Sawyer & Kira

“Sawyer.” Kira’s voice was a blissful sigh against his lips, one hand pressed against his chest, but not necessarily using it to stop him.  She accepted another kiss.  She knew exactly what he was doing and as infuriating as it was, she wasn’t complaining.  He was asserting his dominance, which was such a typical Sawyer move.  And Kira was all too quick to be submissive to him and he loved that and took advantage of it far too often.  “That boy is older than both of us.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” With his body still pressed against hers, she was completely trapped against the wall.  He placed a hand on the side of her head, leaning away from her with that stupid, little smirk on his face.  

“You haven’t allowed me to answer.” Kira countered.  Their eyes met and his smirk deepened.  Ever since them reconnecting just days ago, they hadn’t been able to separate yet.  It was as if they were trying to compensate for all the time they had spent apart.  

He arched an eyebrow, almost daring her to say that she wanted to still be with her current boyfriend.   For a moment, she entertained the idea just to make him annoyed.  But she didn’t want to deal with whatever he was going to say in response, so she just placed one hand along his jaw, tilting his face to look her in the eyes.  “I love you.” She said clearly.  “I’m yours, you’re mine.  Just let me break up with the poor guy.” She kissed him softly.  “Okay?”

He rolled us eyes, though she could feel his grin.  “Fine.”

[disneysqueen]

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” Forrest and Bella

Bella was positive that if she wasn’t almost seven months pregnant she wouldn’t be crying, or at least she’d be able to hold back her tears, but there she stood.  Hand over mouth, fat tears slowly coming down her face.  She couldn’t have looked cute at all.  “Yes!” She nodded rapidly, finally snapping out of her trance.  “Oh my god, yes!  Yes, yes, yes!”  She held out her hand, choking out a mixture of a laugh and sob, unable to contain her emotions.  She never imagined she’d be getting engaged at 17, but the boy in front of her was the love of her life.  She was certain about that.  

Forrest, in return, simply beamed up at her. Her heart squeezed whenever he did that.  He made her feel like the most beautiful person alive when he looked at her like that.  He slid the ring up her finger, then placed a hand on her bump and pressed a kiss to it.  Once he did that, he stood up and bent down to her level so he could then kiss her.

“Baby,” He leaned his head against her forehead, smiling into her lips.  “You’re really crying.” He laughed a little, then moved his hands to frame her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.  

“I love you so much.” She said softly, meeting his gaze through glassy eyes.  He gave her a long, intense look before giving her a kiss that matched the expression.  She practically melted in his arms.  

“I love you more.” He finally said, stealing another kiss.  A breathy laugh left her lips.  “Once our little girl is born,” One more kiss, “You’ll be mine forever,”