#pomegranate anon

[decaydanceredacted]

sometimes you just need to think a little too hard about ybctrick but current era. i need that dilf to destroy me in soooo many ways. wdtpg is my top song from srar and it’s ENTIRELY for whorish reasons. mr stump please just one chance PLEASE i need him bloodied and murderous and he’s gotta get that energy out somehow and the answer is me

pomegranate anon

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[stuckinapril]

not applying bc same but i hope we both find someone who’ll love us in the midst of our problems and return wrongly-placed anger into forgiveness we were never given before and as a way of saying i love you just as much but i won’t be able to love you properly right now so i’ll just make room for myself in your noise and love you properly later — red eyes, dry throat, wrinkled palms, unsolved grievings problems and all. kind of like . i’ll wait for you to not be overwhelmed by the tenderness i’ve mustered while the world and your mind was against you thing

STOP IT IM FUCKING CHOKING

[hier--soir]

okay this is such a stupid, irrelevant ask, but my immediate choice for the richard scarry car was the egg, and then i saw your tags, and then i remembered that when i was little my parents had to hide the book humpty dumpty from me because it caused me to have a full breakdown about them not being able to put humpty together again. i had such a strong connection to that egg.

i don’t exactly know what that says about me, but i thought it might give you a laugh

- pomegranate anon

im fucking dead this is so good

honestly respect to child you for being so emotionally intelligent - they couldn't put humpty back together again and this is sad.

shout out to the egg car, shit goes crazy

very glad to see you back in my inbox pomegranate anon x

[just-mushroom-thoughts]

Pomegranates are yummy

They sure are

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

pomegranate dividers

source▪️f2u (please don't claim as your own)

requested by anon

[canisalbus]

Machete and Vasco are so pomegranate-and-the-hand-that-slices coded. To me.

Pomegranates are seen as messy, bloody, inconvenient fruits. You slice or tear or bite and in return for your effort you come away underwhelmed, disgusted, and stained too deep to wash. The consumption of a pomegranate is a violent act of defilement, for both the fruit and the eater.

But that is because most do not understand how to open a pomegranate. They have little patience for the precise carving. They see no point in coreing the fruit gently, no reason to be reverent as they pull the quarters apart. When done correctly, opening a pomegranate leaves little mess. Your fingers will still stain, your knife will still slick, but there will be no pool of crimson drowning both you and the fruit.

The seeds are only sweet to those who understand the merit of a light hand and intricate slicing. Why put in so much effort for a food so bitter and clearly armored against consumption? Surely it must not yearn to be eaten.

(^insane about silly catholic dogs)

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[askspookyfox]

Pet me if you dare~ 😈

[nyoomerr]

hi i LOVE your pomegranate fic SO MUCH!!! i wanted to pick at your brain if bingqiu (shixiong flavored) were demigods instead of gods which godly parent / abilities do you think they would have?

hello! i'm glad you enjoy that fic so much, thank you for stopping by to let me know <3

i honestly never got quite as into greek mythology as i know others did, so this might not be the most in-depth take, but -

lbh: he'd have to be the son of a titan, imo. something inherently more powerful the (newer) gods, and something that would put a large target on his back just for having that heritage... and, of course, this would put lbh on the level of the gods themselves instead of just the child of one. of the titans, i'd probably say hyperion was his father? that way lbh still has celestial ties within his heritage... and also because i personally think that a binghe with aesthetics and power like the sun is very fitting, as something that can be portrayed as scorching and unforgiving and too bright to look at just as often as it can be portrayed as bright and warming.

sy: i think he'd be the son of a minor god, tbh, something like momus (god of criticism) or aristaeus (god of the useful arts like animal husbandry). if transmigration was still a thing here, i think the body of sqq that he'd transmigrate into would then be an actual god rather than the child of one... and if lbh is the child of hyperion, then maybe sqq would be in the role of apollo in this au? since apollo is associated with both knowledge (for sy/sqq) and the sun (to give a good in universe reason why lbh would be associated with sqq, if he exhibits powers related to the sun/celestial bodies).

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

WHY DID I JUST GET A PERSON ASKING ME TO TAG GORE.

[shhh-secret-time]

Hello!

Two questions:

One: where do you get your inspiration for writing?

Two: who's you're favorite south park character?

I love you! Drink some water!

Hi! Thank you for reminding me! Twizzlers and a Coors Light Beer is not dinner, but it is a good intro to this answer haha!

For the first question that's a tough one so I'm going to warn you all, BIG RANT AHEAD!

My biggest inspiration for the reader inserts are you guys. There's a reason in my ao3 I leave those kind words and words of affirmation after every story. I need every single person who reads my things to know that I care about you guys.

You read it all the time that story tellers, artists, and musicians are nothing without their audience. And it's absolutely true. I cannot stress enough that even though you know nothing about me, and I know nothing about you, doesn't mean I don't care.

I love people so very much. I think we as humans have the greatest gift this universe could have ever given us.

We have the compacity to love so much. With so many different ways to love!

It could be romantic, platonic, familial, whatever! We have it. That's so fucking awesome!

So if I can express that love and make you feel better, just a little bit, by writing these situations where you are loved. Then I'm going to do it.

As for the scenes and settings, I usually carry a outrageous, over-the-top, bright pink notebook around with me. It is so ugly and atrocious, but I remember it because of that. I write down thoughts I have throughout the day and things I see.

Aside from that, I take in the works of others. I let it show me a different way of thinking and perceiving situations I wouldn't have otherwise. There are artists on this website that absolutely blow me away and keep me humble. I've got much to learn, and I'm so excited to do it!

Music honestly it the biggest source of this. I have so many Playlist of moods for scenes and emotions I need to tap into. (That's another thing that makes humans so fucking awesome)

Like. As an artist you need to invoke a feeling using colors and shapes. If you ever stop to think about that, that's so amazing. A little circle shaped and molded to make you feel happy. Melancholy. At peace. Nostalgic.

Like holy fuck dude.

A storyteller does the same with words and moments like this.

I think a thing a lot of creators, including myself, tend to do that keeps their work from their absolute best. Is the fact that we want so badly to take the image we have in our head and the feelings in our hearts and put it in our work and hope you get that exact feeling!

But I think letting the person enjoying our work and coming to their own feelings and conclusions at times is what puts the spice in a really good dish!

For my Pomegranates and Honey story, that's what I'm trying to do. I have experiences and emotions that I know other people have felt, or they need help feeling. You know when you listen to a sad song so you can cry and feel a little better, I want to capture that but with the pains of growing up.

People are going to move on. There are some that are going to change and grow with or without you. It sucks, it hurts, but you have to accept it. Grow at your own pace, find something that works for you. Things that get you through this frustrating world.

For me it's writing. For me it's love.

So yeah, that's my inspiration. Veeeeery long winded answer, short.

As for my favorite character?

It's a tie between Stan and Kyle. Kyle because I love that little dude, I love what the Fandom has let him grow into. The fact that this community took these circles and went, "Yeah this is awesome."

Kyle has character traits that I admire in a human being. The will to just go. That temper of his is funny don't get me wrong, but I admire that so much. What I would give to just feel anger like that, to express my frustration so freely. He's caring to those around him, and he had a strong sense of morals. He isn't afraid to stand up when those morals are put into question. He's not afraid to defend those he loves, even if they may not always be in the right!

Stan is my favorite because everything about him I feel. That fear of not being good enough for anyone, so you try to pull the spotlight on you. Real talk, I used to be a very self-absorbed person growing up. I would actively deny ever wanting it, but if I ever found out my friends did something without me, I'd feel hurt. The need to be wanted so very badly is still there, but I'm better about it. Stan struggles with depression, we all know that. But the feeling of watching everyone you know move on while you're stuck in this fucking pit, and sometimes it feels like it's too much. Yeah I feel that. I love Stan because I want to see him get better, I wanna see me get better.

So, thank you so very much for these questions. I love, love, love things like this! Please feel free to ask more. It's never a bother!

[decaydanceredacted]

NEEEEED mx sinister dallon to use me like a toy . just kidnap me on the way home from work i won’t even fight back because i’m just sooo weak and small compared to him and he praises me for being so good and obedient so early on and tells me he just couldn’t stand letting me go by myself for one more day . maybe he presses a knife to my throat during it too and i can feel him getting turned on behind me because i’m whimpering and close to crying. babygirl you are soooo strange and offputting please fuck me stupid

- pomegranate anon

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[stuckinapril]

to the anon who said they can't write poetry like the other anons, your writing is beautiful and wrapped in something so simple yet i can't pinpoint it because my mind can't comprehend something so well-written and loved. i hope someday you'll view your writing as something to be loved - (pomegranate anon)

!!! Crying at how sweet this is. I hope the other anon sees it 😭

[hier--soir]

pomegranate anon is seeing that and she is also in tears over the fact that that beautiful work made you think about her

hahaha ily of course i thought about you

[chrysanthemumgames]

JJ, your mind is so crinkly for announcing the update between the Barbie movie release and Good Omens season 2. I love it. July is a blessed month

I won't lie, it mostly came down to luck and when I happened to be ready. But I agree that it was most fortuitous timing! :)

[ghoul--doodle]

Can we hear some more about some of Lychee’s family? I know you’ve mentioned them before but I don’t know if we’ve gotten any details or backstory :3

Yeah absolutely!!

I’ve mentioned a few times that Lychee is the youngest of his siblings but did you know he has 7 of them

While the family has no particular last name they do refer to themselves as the Bayberry family!

Each of the Bayberry kids have a specialised psychic ability- mind reading, teleportation, telekinesis, cyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, clairvoyance, astral projection and empathy! They can all do a little of each, but they all have a specialisation.

Bayberry herself is a bit of a jack of all trades, and Cranberry specialises in elemental types of psychic powers

Every member of the Bayberry family has a necklace with a heart pendant and a pair of bracelets that help boost their psychic abilities

3 of the Bayberry family are deaf (Cranberry, Fig and Snowberry)- Bayberry and Cranberry made an active effort to teach their kids sign language as a second language growing up, so they can all speak in sign. This also helps Rambutan communicate, since he’s selective mute.

Their family home is big enough to comfortably house all of them! Technically only Bayberry, Cranberry, Rambutan and Lychee live there full-time, but the others visit so often it’s like they never left lol

Lychee does have a home of his own but he doesn’t use it just because of rough memories he has there- he also doesn’t have the heart to sell it

As far as jobs go here’s what each Bayberry does!:

Bayberry (therapist and psychiatrist), Cranberry (retired, ex-guard), Dragonfruit (Linguistic Professor), Pomegranate (Archaeologist), Grapefruit (singer/songwriter), Fig (veterinarian & teacher), Snowberry (Sculptor & Architect), Raspberry (Fashion Designer, also a streamer), Rambutan (Author), Lychee (ex-guard)

Also! While not all licensed therapists or psychiatrists most of the Bayberry’s have an extensive knowledge of psychology :}

Outside of that! Some silly facts:

Bayberry can be incredibly excitable and impulsive and she sometimes makes rash decisions as a result

Cranberry very much has I love my wife so much disease, utterly smitten

The bayberry kids are incredibly chaotic when put in the same space

All the older kids bully Lychee (lovingly) for being the baby

Lychee swears anyway, but he swears like a sailor around his siblings

Multiple members of the bayberry family are intersex

It’s a dead 50/50 split of who is left handed and right handed in the family

Raspberry and Rambutan are twins!

[kiigan]

@shisui-uchiha-anon

ㅤIt was hard to tell how many days had passed [or was it just a few minutes...?], how far he'd managed to run [or was he still in Konoha...?]. The world seemed to be reduced to the frantic beating of his heart, the fog of fever in his mind, and, more than anything else, the excruciating pain. In his haste to escape Danzo's clutches and leave the village behind, of course, there had not been the luxury of free time to stop to care for his nasty wound - which, unsurprisingly, at this point was badly infected. Itachi could feel it throbbing, could feel how swollen and irritated the whole area was, could feel the very uncomfortable pull of the stitches going recklessly through his flesh and keeping that empty eye socket sewn shut. And what could he do about it? Nothing, really. He had no medical supplies and didn't want to risk trying to at least pull the stitches away, for fear of making it even worse. Most of all, he clearly did not have steady hands for such a delicate procedure. Better to leave it as it was, for the time being... stitches and infection and all.

ㅤNot everything was completely terrible, however. Even through the thick haze in his mind, he was able to hear the faint rushing of a stream somewhere nearby - which immediately made him aware of how dehydrated he also was. And, if nothing else, he might be able to clean his wound a little bit. Now... the issue would be to get there without further accidents. While running away from the village, he lost count to how many times he'd tripped and fallen over or smacked against a tree or both things. His depth perception was gone along with his eye, and his body balance was really not happy about it. It was like trying to navigate the world while being drunk, except, instead of numbness, he was left with paranoia and heightened alertness that made him jump at every little sound and shadow. But, again, whining would get him nowhere, so Itachi forced his exhausted body to continue moving and tried to guide his clumsy steps through the woods as carefully as possible.

ㅤFinally, the stream. The way the sunset light reflected off the surface of the water could be called beautiful, if only he didn't have far more pressing matters to claim his attention. With a final effort, he stumbled over to the shore and slumped down to his scraped knees, half on the wet soil and half into the water, and couldn't be bothered to care. For the next long minutes, he drank from that water like his life depended on it, before sitting back again. Everything was still very much awful, but that blessed fresh liquid helped a little bit. Just as he was about to try to wash his face, though, the creaking of leaves and twigs on the ground immediately made him freeze in place. Footsteps. Somebody was approaching. Somebody he could not identify, because his brain was so clouded from fever and pain and trauma and now panic that he couldn't focus at all. What if it was a ROOT operative...? What if it was Danzo himself...?

ㅤWith great effort, Itachi made himself stand again, despite clearly not very stable on his feet. His katana had stayed behind at the Uchiha compound, discarded after the massacre [oh... the stupid fool he'd been back then, believing the worst if it all was over], so the only thing he had to defend himself with was a simple kunai. So he held it up in front of himself, trying to keep a composed defensive stance as much as possible, and called out to the stranger.

«I know you're there... show yourself.»