#Forbidden Fruit for Andrew

[watchinghallmark]

[hallmarktheheartoftv]

Curious Caterer: Forbidden Fruit

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Curious Caterer: Forbidden Fruit

Premiering Friday, October 11, 9pm/8c on Hallmark Mystery.

Starring Nikki DeLoach and Andrew Walker.

Fifth film the series.

[tisanemal]

Take Me To Church – priest!Andrew x OFC

Chapter 6: I Try to Talk Refined

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Bisexual Female Character, Forbidden Love, hot priest, Catholicism, Criticism of the Catholic Church, Inspired by Fleabag (TV), POV Alternating, no happy ending, Inspired by a Hozier Song, Dominant Woman, Submissive Man, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Explicit Consent, Oral Sex, Eventual Smut

Summary:

About a woman who already deconstructed her catholicism and who is trying to seduce a priest to “save” him from it, as she thinks. About a priest who thinks he has chosen his life path well, trying to bring his “friend” back to church, to “save” her. Fleabag-inspired priest!Hozier romance and smut. What can I tell you. This is for all the (ex)catholic women <3

Chapter 6: I Try to Talk Refined

Word count: 1809

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Fic under the cut ↓

Andrew

A couple of days have passed and Andrew couldn’t stop thinking about Mary.

He thought about the deep blue dress she was wearing when she came to talk to him. He wished he could see her without it.

He thought about how her long, dark, wavy hair framed her beautiful face, how her full lips curved into a smirk and her eyes sparkled whenever she mocked him; how she dared to look him in the eye so much it embarrassed him. How she made him so nervous, and sometimes it felt like his mouth didn’t have a link to his brain. How unmasked he felt in her presence; probably because of that first meeting. She saw a man in him, not a priest. That was a great problem.

He was laying flat on his bed at the parish, tried to occupy himself with reading, but he couldn’t stop the unholy, disrespectful thoughts. He tried praying the rosary, but it literally meant repeating Mary’s name over and over…

He couldn’t read, he couldn’t pray, he couldn’t take care of himself, what on God’s Earth was he supposed to do?

He decided to do the only thing that had ever helped him focus: go for a jog. If his problem was of physical nature, the solution would have to be physical as well — he lied to himself.

And so he jogged along the river boulevard, trying to focus on his surroundings; the water, the birds singing, a cute border collie chasing the ducks. A big apple tree by the path.

Apples, huh… He thought about those long summers at home when he was a child and how he used to help his father in the orchard.

How he missed eating summer fruit freshly picked from the garden, such a simple pleasure, the taste, the scent… He missed that satisfaction that came with biting into the pulp, getting the sweet juice all over his face. How God in his awful wisdom equipped him with that craving.

Mary smelled like apples… He realized now. He must have felt it when she had leaned towards him at the workshop, but he was too distracted to recognize it then. Andrew wondered why God made some of his creations so tempting.

As the thought sizzled in Andrew’s mind, he stumbled on the path and almost lost his footing.

“Fuck!” he hissed, looking behind. The concrete was buckled from the tree roots growing underneath.

Mary

On Tuesday morning, Mary woke up after not having slept very well; she was a little shaken after having talked to her ex.

She had made a great mistake of drunk-checking Leah’s social media on Saturday; she found her pictures in which she was already kissing some other girl. Of course, as luck would have it, Mary accidentally liked the photo, which led to Leah reaching out to her. They spoke on the phone a little, Mary congratulating Leah on her successful trip and a new girlfriend. Leah talked a little chaotically but sounded really happy, Mary heard in her voice that she was so much more energized than when they were together.

Mary started her day, still not really feeling like herself. While doing laundry, she reflected a little. With their brief talk, Mary had a strange feeling of not really caring anymore about what Leah does. She wished her well and regretted the loss of their love, but she felt like that past year was all they now had in common.

She was grateful for one thing, though; she was sure there was nothing left between them to say to each other. She could start a new life.

***

Later, Mary did some necessary shopping; she stopped by a fancy bakery (she could not resist an overpriced croissant), by the tea shop, then made a quick rundown of the remaining grocery list. Thinking about Andrew, she went to the pharmacy, just in case.

It was the first day of spring and coincidentally, the weather was particularly good, almost 20 degrees and a clear sky. She decided to go for a jog.

So she put on her purple leggings, long forgotten but still fine, and a hot pink sports bra. She thought the colors matched well, along with her running shoes she’d bought mostly to mix up her outfits rather than for workout; she wasn’t really a sports girl.

As Mary closed the gate to the house, she contemplated where the best jogging spot would be; she figured the river boulevard would be nice. There was a path along the river, a couple of kilometers long, a place that always had beautiful views when she was a child. It was no different today; when she got there, just a 10 minutes stroll from her family home, she saw people walking their dogs on both sides of the river, parents with kids of various ages on the playground, an old couple making their slow way through the bridge. There were even some ducks on the water, a rare sight this time of year.

It was all very simple, but lovely.

She wasn’t much of a runner but she needed something to invigorate herself. She started by warming up her joints; then she ran her first hundred meters a little unsure, but she fell into her rhythm soon.

As she continued, she watched the ducks land on the water, the bright sun rays reflecting from it. She hadn’t had such a peaceful day in a long time; Dublin was always too crowded or too loud.

A couple of other joggers ran past her; a teenage boy, deep into his thoughts and with big headphones, eyes staring off into space; a young woman who smiled at her, and Mary smiled back; and a group of older ladies with nordic walking sticks, who chatted through labored breaths.

She saw someone else jog towards her, a figure she thought she recognized.

Of course.

His tall frame was unmistakable; the mess of curls on his head only confirmed her suspicion. It was Andrew, apparently running as if everything was fine. He was wearing a gray hoodie and the stupidest green jogging pants. She stared at how he bounced off the ground, his body in a steady rhythm, almost like a dance. His eyes were directed at the ground, but they slowly made their way up her silhouette. When their eyes met, he blushed.

He recognized her as well.

Then his face brightened in a smile.

When the distance between them decreased, she stopped, and he did too.

“Andrew, we can’t keep meeting like this,” she joked.

His eyes grew a little round, but another endearing smile soon followed.

“Mary…” he replied.

“I didn’t know you jogged,” she said, his body now under her thorough scrutiny.

“It is a lovely running path,” he said, looking around the landscape and putting his hands on his knees and leaning to catch his breath.

“It is. I didn’t know priests were allowed,” her tone was playful; she decided to tease him.

“Yeah, you’d be surprised. Under the condition I don’t admire the sights,” he briefly glanced at her, but quickly moved his hand to rest above his eyes, shielding them from the sun. She laughed.

“I’m scared to ask now, what else are you allowed?” She started stretching her arms over her head, like she thought all joggers do when they stand. He tilted his head to the side.

“Mens sana in corpore sano*, right?” he recited and she nodded at that. As he straightened up, Mary noticed that indeed, he was a healthy specimen.

Mary stared at his broad chest, heaving from the strain, as he clumsily tried to stretch his arms. She wasn’t as lewd as to gawk at the lower parts of him that she really wanted to see.

“Well, I won’t keep you away from it, then,” she chirped, crossing her stretched out arms in front of her, inevitably pressing her breasts together. She looked to the sky to give him an unrestrained opportunity to take a peek. When she looked at him again, he was even redder than before.

“Ehm, yeah… You’re…” he fumbled “You’re running that way?” he asked, as Mary walked past him, continuing her direction from earlier.

“Yeah.”

“Careful, there are some roots sticking out on the path, ehm, like a hundred meters from here. By that old tree,” he warned her, and she thought it was cute.

“Oh, they still haven’t fixed it?” she answered. “It’s been like that longer than I’m alive,” she added. She vividly remembered stumbling over those roots the first time she’d ridden a bike.

Andrew only smiled, and bowed his head again, to say goodbye.

Mary was mischievous in the way she smiled and turned around, and jogged in a way to make sure he had a full view of her ass.

Andrew

Andrew came back from his run. He knew his muscles would make him regret his little trip tomorrow, but right now he was grateful that he gave himself that moment of peace.

Until the distraction.

Mary looked so radiant today.

He took off his clothes, the green sweatpants with huge pockets that served him so well, and his old hoodie he could wear all day if he was allowed to. He peeled off his t-shirt and boxers, throwing them quite carelessly in the hamper by the bathroom door.

Winter had lasted way too long for his liking… he craved the summer fruits.

He decided not to chastise himself with a painfully cold shower this time; he stood under the warm water, his curly hair slowly getting heavy and wet, and tried to relax. He titled his head to the sides, trying to stretch his tendons gently. If only he had someone to massage all the knots out of him…

Thoughts of Mary sizzled in Andrew’s mind. He tried to banish the arousing visions away…

He rolled his shoulders, a little too broad for the size of the shower, as he was always too big for everything. He didn’t stretch his arms because there was just not enough room for him. He did as much as he could, his back muscles contracting and loosening under his pale skin.

All he could conjure now was her shape and her scent. Andrew wondered why God made him such a weak man.

As drops of water trickled down his back, he imagined it washing all the sinful thoughts away. He started washing his hair, which wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he had decided some time ago to keep it long. He thought that if he looked a little like a caveman, he wouldn’t attract women so much.

God only knew how mistaken he was, about everything.

Notes:

* Mens sana in corpore sano — A healthy mind in a healthy body.

[lgbtqreads]

Hi! I'm asking for a friend who's not on here (cw religion - if you post this publicly). She's preferably looking for adult recs but YA is okay too.

"I'm on a search for books with lesbian main characters who actually have some sort of positive relationship with faith (prefereably Catholic) but dealing with homophobia in Catholic settings and the knots you can tie yourself in being in the closet really resonate with me. Basically, I am looking for stories where the queer main character's relationship with mainstream religion is complex and challenging but not completely negative. Where religion is both a pain and a balm."

She's read The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School but I'm not sure what else.

Thanks!!

The first book I ever read like this was Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown and I thought it was an interesting handling; I would pass that along, though it’s YA. In Adult, and with the caveat that the religion is Judaism, I love A Shot in the Dark by Victoria Lee. (Definitely check cws first, especially re: drug use.) There’s a YA graphic novel coming up that I think is also specifically about this (and specifically Catholicism), though I haven’t read it yet - Hey, Mary! by Andrew Wheeler (text) and Rye Hickman (illustration). And also in YA, I loved At the End of Everything by Marieke Nijkamp, which has a few POVs, one of whom is dealing with exactly this as a nonbinary person (also Catholic). 

Another Adult I haven’t read yet but am pretty sure is this is Henry Henry by Allen Bratton, but I’m struggling to think of one that’s adult and has a female MC - I keep thinking of Emily Austin’s Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, though the MC is an atheist in that one and it’s much more about mental health. The church very much plays a role, though, as that’s where she works, and might be an interesting addition to the reading list.

[mixvillainousandtcoaal]

GRAVES OF EDEN AU:

A few days after the pigeon incident, things remained calm, despite some questions from the Angels about what happened, nothing much happened.

Andrew seemed restless because he didn't trust Taura's "answer" in not reporting him to the Angels…..yet.

Taura sitting near the river, holding her slingshot: "Look who showed up."

Andrew approaches her: "H-Hey Taura. Can I sit here?"

Taura: "You're free, right?"

Andrew, thinking it was a joke, laughed a little uncomfortably.

Andrew: "Y-yeah. That was a good one….heh."

Andrew sits next to Taura but doesn't say anything, resulting in an awkward silence, which bothers her a 'little'.

Taura: "Are you going to be quiet as a mouse or are you going to tell me right away that you came here?"

Andrew nervous: "Heh, of course you knew why I came here."

Taura looks at him with a slightly offended expression: (What the hell is this?).

Andrew realizes he said something stupid: “O-Of course it’s not a bad thing, it’s good, it’s just-”

Taura gets up to leave: “Adiós, chico.”

Andrew: "WAIT-"

Andrew grabs Taura's hand but still sitting on the floor.

Andrew: "SORRY"

Taura looks at him not very happy: “'Sorry' for what?”

Andrew: “Sorry for taking your slingshot…”

Taura: “…”

Andrew: “I shouldn't have done that…”

Taura lets go and tries to leave anyway: “It doesn't matter, it's in the past anyway…”

Andrew: “But…”

Taura: “Huh?”

Andrew: “Why didn't you report me?”

Taura crouches down to be at his level on the ground: “Oh, so that was it? I already told you it was none of my business.”

Andrew: “I know, but even so, I took something that wasn't yours…. and the angels ordered us to…”

Taura: “Are you curious?”

Andrew: “What?”

Taura with the piercing eyes of a feline during the hunt: “You wanted to know what would happen if you used my slingshot?”

Taura: “So you aimed at that pigeon…. wondering what would happen?”

Andrew: “Y-Yes-N-no….I…”

Taura ruffles Andrew's hair, like a child (although she's never seen a child before).

Taura: “HAH, you were curious! You don't have to be embarrassed about it.”

Andrew blushes with embarrassment and avoids looking at her: “………Maybe…”

Taura: “Heh, there's your answer.”

Taura touches his face: “I don't tell on something so natural.”

Taura grabs him by the jaw and says seriously: “But next time, ASK first, okay?”

Taura gets up to leave, but Andrew gets up and speaks.

Andrew: “Taura!”

Taura: “Uh?”

Andrew: “Can you show more of your creations?”

Taura smiles: “Of course, you’re free, right?”

MEANWHILE

Black Hat and Entity are watching all this.

Black Hat: “HAH! I told you her creation would be worth it! She’s finally living up to her purpose.”

Entity: “Isn’t that what you said before-“

Black Hat hits him on the head with a cane: “SILENT!”

Taura always had a suspicion about the Siblings, since they showed a characteristic of questioning about her arrival in Eden, which Julia never questioned. For some reason, her brain already knew that “questioning/curiosity” were the effects of biting the forbidden fruit, even though she didn't know where that information came from. She only knew that she didn't want to stay in Eden, but seeing Andrew “breaking” one of Eden's rules about: (hurting or stealing someone from Eden), made her curious or interested in this First Twink.

What will happen between these two in the future?🎩🪦💀

Graves of Eden AU belongs to @ultravioletqueen

[imaginesbymk]

MARSTON. ━︎━︎ ZSAKUVA STRICT PROFESSOR SERIES !

originally from wattpad

[ZSakuVA] ''The forbiddenness of a fruit makes even the taste of a lemon sweet.''

*ೃ༄ 18+ mature!

*ೃ༄ Professor Andrew Marston has left a lasting impact on numerous students, instilling in them a deep appreciation for literature and history. While he strives for perfection in his role as an educator, he harbors undisclosed secrets that he intends to keep hidden throughout his teaching career and life. However, when he encounters a remarkable student who stands out for their intelligence and boldness, Professor Marston finds himself challenged to break through their barriers. As they engage in a transformative journey of self-awareness and exploration, the professor may even discover valuable lessons from this student and perhaps even consider asking them out on a date.

CAST

nabiyuii's art on twitter as ANDREW MARSTON

YOURSELF as Y/N aka Darling

JACK O'CONNELL as JAMES ZYLOS

ALEXA DEMIE as BRITTANY

FIONN WHITEHEAD as COLIN JADEN "C.J"

ELEANOR MATSUURA as DEAN CLAIRE

CHAPTERS

prologue.

chapter one - "four eyes."

chapter two - "chewing gum."

chapter three - "boo!"

chapter four - "with love, y/n."

chapter five - "the letters of abelard and heloise."

chapter six - "for a positive experience."

chapter seven - "the forbidden-ness of a fruit."

chapter eight - "office hours."

chapter nine - "professor green-eyed monster."

chapter ten - "new friend."

chapter eleven - "what do you really want?"

FILLER CHAPTER - "ICEBREAKERS."

chapter twelve - "the british museum."

chapter thirteen - "milk, sugar + luca."

chapter fourteen - "feast." [upcoming]

♫ soundtrack

DISCLAIMER

'MARSTON' is a work of fiction. Fanfiction, if I may.

It has the well-known intimate Professor x Student trope, but let me clarify that it is altered differently and focuses on a much different approach of a college/university student, as well as the professor's one-dimensional point of view and how he himself has his own problems to solve other than an infatuation for a student.

Tags: swearing, implied NSFW, drinking, drugs/addiction, mental health, family estrangement + Andrew's heartbreaking and traumatizing childhood

—this story is Euphoria themed. STRICTLY 18+, so if you're a minor BYEEEEEEEEE. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE/REPOST OR BIND MY FIC I WILL LITERALLY RUIN YOU OK BYE <3

[stellarislune]

Andrew x Darling ; Rewind pt. 2

alternate universe where, two years after your failed confession towards andrew, you became his teacher assistant instead! 🤭

here's the link to part one! make sure to read it first.

YOUR POV

Two weeks after that day.

Here you are at Professor Andrew's office.

It's a neat workspace with his table and swivel chair at the far right of the office. It's a new one, it seems. Probably bought not far from a month ago. How do you know? Because you’re a psychic.

You snort to yourself and then you shake your head, feeling silly for distracting yourself from what you’re doing.

Right now, you’re sorting suspended files stacked and stored on his set of cabinets and shelves lined up against the left of the room. According to him, he did not let Luca touch the files since he filed for a one year leave prior to his engagement with his boyfriend—now fiancé.

Based on his words, you quote, "With him and those files around, he won't be able to leave at all. He's far from the skittish, clumsy assistant that I knew of when he first started. He's passionate and hardworking. He's dedicated to finishing on time. He's quite the perfectionist, .. it's almost an obsession for him to perform at best. Ah— I'm rambling. Just make sure to file them per year. I bought face masks to avoid inhaling dust, it's on my first drawer on the table. Use it."

Luca probably will be reluctant to leave with work unfinished, you agree with him. So, with a mask on and a ton (you’re exaggerating) of folders and files, you began to sort each into their subjective years. A few of the files were former submissions from students throughout the years and let's say you have had a good time reading through a few funny and profound reads in between filing.

“The forbiddenness of a fruit..” You trail off, squinting. The handwriting on the paper has been smudged. You can barely make out what the rest of the sentence was. You pulled the paper closer to your eyes in hopes that, by doing so, you can see the words clearly.

“-even makes the taste of a lemon sweet’, is what it says.” A voice continues. “By Mokokoma Mokhonoana.”

The room is suddenly filled with static energy. One spark and it’ll catch fire. You hadn't realized that you were too absorbed into your work that he was right behind you already; snapping you back into reality.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

The room is on fire and you’re the only one seeing it burning.

You lifted my eyes at him in an attempt to steal a glance, and then you resigned yourself back to work.

You cleared your throat and greeted, "Good afternoon, Professor."

"Ever so polite like always, aren't you?" Andrew jests.

“Uhm, Yes..?" You reply, not sure what to say. "I'm, uh, done sorting the files from the first cabinet and it's all of the 2019 ones, Sir." Might as well give your work report instead. You hurriedly dropped the paper you were reading. While the passage was interesting like most of the submitted works, they are still not yours to mess with.

“I see.”

“Yeah.” Awkward.

"So much work done in so little time. I commend that. Here, take this."

Andrew reaches for his bag and retrieves a medium-sized can with a label named ‘Blended Brews’.

You turned to him and accepted it, seeing how it’ll be rude if you do reject it. It felt cold against your hand.

"—I was thinking of having it myself but I already picked up coffee from the main office. It's iced caramel macchiato. If you don't like it, just keep it there nonetheless. You might get thirsty." He adds, walking away to put his bag onto his desk. Stretching his arms before sitting down in his swivel chair.

You stare at the coffee he probably got from one of the vending machines for a while. Then, you responded, “Ah, y-yes. I’ll keep this for later.” You laugh sheepishly before setting it to your side. “Thank you, Sir.”

Silence follows.

If you remember correctly, he is a workaholic. Always in his office, never out, unless he has classes. While the usual professors may be glad to have their classes end, he always looks a tad bit sad whenever classes finish in your perspective.

You heave a sigh.

“You..”, Andrew began, making you glance at him. He clears his throat and continues,“-you don’t have to call me Sir or Professor, you know. We’re colleagues now, and you’re my assistant. That grants us both the privilege of calling each other by name, yes?”

That does make sense. Is it awkward for him perhaps to be called as such since you are no longer a student? Perhaps. Who knows? Another sigh follows.

“Very well,” you cleared your throat, "As you wish, Andrew.”

You did not know whether it was the way you said it but that garnered a hearty laugh from him. His eyes glistening as he shakes his head. His face is the epitome of amusement.

“With how you spoke, it almost catapults me back to the Medieval era,” His lips lifted a little to the side, forming a mischievous smile. “Are you gonna call me ‘My liege’ next, Listener?”

His gaze bore through yours, your eyes staring right into each other.

Your breath hitches.

Just like the first time your heart raced this fast. Being able to openly look at him without the fear of any other assumptions does something to you.

Andrew has always been beautiful in your eyes, and seeing him like this right now just hardens that thought in your head.

“I might?” You responded cheekily upon gathering yourself. “Or would you prefer ‘Your Royal Highness?’”

“That would be incongruent with how I am—I'd worry too much about taxes, security, and healthcare in my head, that I'll probably end up on the guillotine. Or—I'll be too strict that the commonfolk will initiate a coup against me.” Andrew chided.

“A royal advisor, then?” You grinned. You tried not to snort upon hearing the rather grim hypothesis that Andrew responded with.

“Hm, fitting. Did the option ‘troubadour’ never come to your mind?” (troubadours - lyric poet musicians who usually sing of courtly love in the 13th century). Andrew swings his chair to the left, the angle now facing towards you. He opens his mouth as if to continue further, but he closes it. Then, he says, “Nevermind. I'm interfering with your work now—”

“You'd make lovely pieces,” You interrupted as you sorted the last folders on your left. It contained nothing but old, unreadable papers so you’re keeping them for shredding later on. 

“Oh? And have you read any of my work for you to hypothesize such a statement?” His voice sounds.. intrigued. 

“You are a literature and history professor. Isn't that a natural assumption?”

“Touché.” Andrew chuckles, his eyes shining with interest. 

The atmosphere seemed lighter now. The worries you have running in your head are just melting like glaciers underneath the sun’s direct rays.

You thought working with Andrew might be too taxing for you. You fear disappointing him now, like how you feared disappointing him with mediocre submissions way, way back when he was your literature professor. 

However, thinking of it now..

It’s not so bad after all.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Watch out for part 3 SOON! 💖

[ultravioletqueen]

I want to clarify something about the forbidden fruit in Graves of Eden:

The fruit does NOT make you evil, it only makes you able to freely express critical thinking, a human who has not eaten the fruit cannot express doubts in words and if tries they are automatically silenced (it's like when the words don't come out) ,humans have critical thinking but without fruit they cannot express it.

the fruit also gives you knowledge of good and evil, when ashley and andrew eat the fruit ashley is quicker to embrace her evil nature while andrew wants to remain in denial, that he is worthy of heaven until they are banished to hell (there he can no longer deny that he is as wicked as ashley).

At some point Andrew and Ashley would force Julia to eat the fruit after what happened with Nina (I don't know how but they would do it) but she did not suffer any notable changes other than that she began to have feelings of anxiety and maturely understood what happened with Nina (before eating the fruit she thought she was simply hurt or something like that), it was after the graves forced her to eat the fruit that she had a mental breakdown about nina's death.

The angels did not banish Julia because 1) the fruit had been forced down her throat and she never wanted to eat it, 2) her behavior did not change and 3) she had already been through enough.

When they created Xabier, they did so with the same amount of knowledge as Julia(maybe with a seed of pomegranate alongside lions mane and anemone), so that she would not have to teach him everything from the start and they left Jeanette as the inspector angel alongside casimir, jasmine, joan and hobart (in my au jeanette is an angel along with her parents and Xabier's parents).

(Español)

quiero aclarar algo sobre la fruta prohibida en graves of eden:

la fruta NO te hace malvado, solo hace que puedas expresar de forma libre el pensamiento critico, un humano que no ha comido la fruta no puede expresar dudas en palabras y si lo intenta automáticamente queda silenciado(es como cuando las palabras no te salen), los humanos tienen pensamiento critico pero sin la fruta no pueden expresarlo.

la fruta tambien te da conocimiento del bien y el mal, cuando ashley y andrew comen la fruta ashley es mas rapida en abrazar su naturaleza malvada mientras que andrew quiere mantenerse en negacion, de que es merecedor del cielo hasta que son desterrados al infierno(ahi el ya no puede negar nada).

en algun momento andrew y ashley forzarian a julia a comer la fruta tras lo ocurrido con nina(no se como pero lo harian) pero a ella no sufrio ningun cambio destacable aparte de que empezo a tener sentimientos de ansiedad y entendio de forma madura que habia pasado con nina(antes de comer la fruta pensaba que simplemente estaba herida o algo asi), fue despues de que los graves le forzaran a comer la fruta que tuvo un mental breakdown por lo de nina.

los angeles no desterraron a julia porque 1) la fruta habia sido forzada en su garganta y ella nunca quiso comerla ,2)su comportamiento no cambio y 3)ya habia pasado por suficiente.

al crear a xabier lo hicieron con la misma cantidad de conocimiento que julia, para que asi ella no tuviera que enseñarle todo desde cero y dejaron como angel inspectora a jeanette junto a otros angeles como jasmine, casimir, joan y hobart(en mi au ella es un angel junto a sus padres y los de xabier).

[beeblelady]

"The Forbiddenness Of A Fruit Makes Even The Taste Of A Lemon So Sweet."

Another Andrew Marston Aesthetic Board I made yesterday

Art by: @ysa-sensei

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, March 4th

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Scar Tissue

https://ift.tt/ICnhew8 by MalkavianCake After considerable prodding and careful navigation of the subject; Andrew is finally the headspace to disregard the stigma of sibling incest and partake in Ashley’s forbidden fruit. The last elephant in the room is that Ashley isn’t sure if she’s even ready to have sex. Sure she can get herself to lay there and let her brother have his fill to ward off the temptation of finding gratification elsewhere but it turns out that it’s harder than it sounded in her head. Words: 6943, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Visual Novel) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Andrew Graves, Ashley Graves Relationships: Andrew Graves/Ashley Graves Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Possessive Sex, Heavy Petting, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Mildly Dubious Consent, Codependency, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Condoms, Sorry Not Sorry, Pillow Talk, Coitus Interruptus, Bickering, Safe Sane and Consensual, Minor femdom, Closure

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Curious Caterer: Forbidden Fruit

Premiering Friday, October 11, on Hallmark Mystery.

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Time for another round of Andrew Marvell Is Weird About Plants!

"The Mower against Gardens"

Andrew Marvell

Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, Did after him the world seduce, And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, Where nature was most plain and pure. He first enclosed within the gardens square A dead and standing pool of air, And a more luscious earth for them did knead, Which stupified them while it fed. The pink grew then as double as his mind; The nutriment did change the kind. With strange perfumes he did the roses taint, And flowers themselves were taught to paint. The tulip, white, did for complexion seek, And learned to interline its cheek: Its onion root they then so high did hold, That one was for a meadow sold. Another world was searched, through oceans new, To find the Marvel of Peru. And yet these rarities might be allowed To man, that sovereign thing and proud, Had he not dealt between the bark and tree, Forbidden mixtures there to see. No plant now knew the stock from which it came; He grafts upon the wild the tame: That th’ uncertain and adulterate fruit Might put the palate in dispute. His green seraglio has its eunuchs too, Lest any tyrant him outdo. And in the cherry he does nature vex, To procreate without a sex. ’Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot, While the sweet fields do lie forgot: Where willing nature does to all dispense A wild and fragrant innocence: And fauns and fairies do the meadows till, More by their presence than their skill. Their statues, polished by some ancient hand, May to adorn the gardens stand: But howsoe’er the figures do excel, The gods themselves with us do dwell.

English gardens in the 17th century were often designed along complex geometric patterns, carefully laid out with different areas designated for different types of plants. (details and photos: https://www.english-heritage.org.uk/learn/story-of-england/stuarts/landscape/)

You may recognize the "Mower" character from other poems of Marvell's--I think I most recently posted "The Mower to the Glow-worms"?--anyway, here, he contrasts the natural with the unnatural/artificial both in horticulture and society. There's a certain deliberately jarring irony, I think, in the equation of what we may think of as productive agricultural technologies with social, economic, and sexual corruption and disruption. (Note the allusion to the then quite contemporary tulip bubble!) Does the poem come down against innovation? Or does it hint that the fantasized Golden Age--natural, innocent, productive yet virginal--is not quite possible, or at least does not contain the whole of human happiness? Convenient fountains and grafted fruit are kind of nice. Or is the price too high after all? (Or does even that formulation of the question reveal a capitalist, tulip-trading way of thinking that is incompatible with the Mower's way of life?) (Does Marvell agree with the Mower? Can we know?)

Like "The Garden," which I posted earlier in what appears to be becoming a series, this poem features a single human figure in a world of plants. In "The Garden," however, the main contrast was between the busy, ambitious world of humans and the quiet of the garden, which was framed as an Edenic and even pre-Eve state, full of almost erotic pleasures but without the pressure of passion. "The Mower against Gardens" addresses similar themes but reshuffles the metaphor, placing a divide within the botanical world between the cultivated garden and the natural fields.

Tune in next time I think of it for, oh, possibly "The Definition of Love"?