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pinknipszz · 9 months

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dragon!simon riley and phoenix!reader

for centuries, humans have honored the phoenix. they fell to their knees at the steps of your temple, uttering graces in hopes of prosperity and good fortune. they often came with baskets of tangerines and figs, barrels of wine, and bars of gold. you were generous on most days since humans were your favorite. even in the most vile, like arrogant kings and nobles, all of whom you struck down, you found entertainment.

humans found pleasure in you, as well, albeit vicariously through. you were an elegant creature, with sun-kissed feathers and a long, sweeping tail that draped from your figure like a dress. many were tempted to climb up the temple steps, and some had the gall to try, but never made it past the third step. you spent your immortal days like this—munching on fruit on an elevated seat, revered like a glorified empress.

until one day, you felt an unwelcome presence enter your realm. the sensation was fleeting, but it put you on high alert.

then the humans stopped visiting you. you weren’t concerned about it at first. perhaps there was a drought or maybe a flood that swept the villages, killing hundreds of thousands. that happened often with how fragile they were. whatever it was, you knew they would come running back to you with more gifts. or so you thought. you grew wary of how many nights passed without a single mortal stumbling upon your temple.

one night, you caught onto the reason for your realm’s silence, the humans’ absence. it was a mistake on his part, really. a misstep that revealed himself to you far sooner than he planned.

“i’m impressed by your stealth, though i don’t appreciate whatever you did to my villagers.” you called out into the dark forest, waiting for a response. you only had one source of light—a lantern in your hand that did more to illuminate your face than cast away the shadows hiding your intruder. when none came, you considered retreating inside.

you were in no shape or form to hold a fight against whatever beast was out there. you could try to shift into your full form and fly out into the sky, only returning after a long while, but you needed offerings to do so, and the most recent, a rotting basket of persimmons, could only do so much. perhaps those were its intentions, you thought bitterly. killing my humans to make me weak.

you were pulled out of your stupor when a large figure suddenly materialized from the darkness. it was tall and broad, cloaked in heavy fabric with a strange mask over its face. underneath all of that cloth, however, you saw a pair of eyes. scoffing, the grip on your lantern tightened. “do you consider myself a fool, fallible to your cheap scare-tactic?”

when it—or he—tilted his head, almost mockingly, you bit your cheek. the nerve!

“you are trespassing this sacred place, vagrant. you must leave and never come back, unless you have something to offer.” you warned, your composure faltering as he approached the temple slowly. he was nearing the steps, but you held your ground. he walked up the first step, and then the second, third, and fourth—

your breath hitched, catching something that couldn’t have possibly been seen from afar. your lantern light reflected strange specks that littered the exposed skin on his neck and arms. they looked like scales, you realized, dragon scales.

the shadows enveloped you, and you were face-to-face with his chest. you craned up to meet the storm behind those muddled eyes, before the lantern slipped from your grip.

(masterlist)

>> wanted to push out a cod ficlet before the yr ended tbh; might turn this into a series if im not lazy

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #call of duty #cod modern warfare #alternate universe #dragon/phoenix au #simon ghost riley

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l0velylecter · 2 years

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can i request headcannons for könig + 141 x reader! who is not in the military? maybe something like they are into arts, wants to live in cottage, have big family? i feel like it would be the opposite of the boys lol

— the men of 141 & könig + a civilian s/o ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, captain john price, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, könig fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons, some mild characterisation for the reader as i’ll put them into civlian professions / give them hobbies and interests rating : t for teen and up audiences , sfw!

01| If there was one word to describe Soap was that he's supportive. There was the initial worry that he wouldn't enjoy your lifestyle, that you'd be too different from one another. Yet, it doesn't matter to Johnny, even if he doesn't quite understand it. He's the type to enjoy anything his partner likes as long as it makes them happy. So it doesn't matter how busy he gets, he'd always be on the front row of your music recitals, urging the crowd to give standing ovations. And when you take him to museums to see paintings of Rembrandt or Vermeer, he tries his best to listen to every word you say, focused on how your eyes light up with passion. You also enjoy reading to him, running your hand against his scalp as he drifts off to sleep.

02| He had doubts about having a life outside the military, most days, Price felt more like a weapon than a man, a loaded gun ready to be recoiled and fired. After years of grueling fights and endless violence, it's hard to picture himself living a quiet and peaceful life. Yet, coming home to you gave him just that. You were both busy, so you would spend months and sometimes even a year apart. Yet the moment he comes home, he'd be all over you — following you around as you roamed your walk-in closet, undressing by the vanity table as he watched in quiet admiration. Once, when you were dozing off against his shoulder, you confessed to dreaming of having a big family. Of children's laughter ringing down the halls and sending them off to school every day. You didn't expect Price to cling to those words. " Someday," He mused, " Someday, love." He was wishful despite everything. And hope suits him. (Husband material, you once complimented, and he got too attached to the word.)

03| To Gaz, it doesn't matter what you'd be doing as long as you were together. All he wanted was to spend time with you, especially when moments were rare. And so he tries to keep up with your shopping, with all the bags dangling off his arms, taking you out might as well be an endurance test. Although, it does make him happy to see you show off your new bag, clothes, and shoes: nodding along as you explain the design. He'd be cleaning his gun, and you'd be on the other side painting your nails, the scene almost comical. He leaves the bathroom door open so he can still talk to you every morning. Afterward, he'd take the time to drive you to work, hand on your thigh lovingly as he soaks in the joy of doing ordinary, mundane tasks. 04| Dressed head to toe in black, all the farm animals crowded Ghost curiously, and while Simon looked terribly out of place against the lush, green stretch of pasture, the sight was enough to make you laugh. And you were sure he also enjoyed living in the countryside, even with you scolding him every hour about leaving his weapons around the cottage. (You nearly cut a basket of apples with his combat knives, dropping them when you realized where they've been.) If he's not helping you collect eggs from the chicken coop ( returning with a head full of feathers ), he's dozing off by the persimmon tree, the only time you've seen him this close to relaxing. Away from all the commotion and in isolation from any unwanted company, your life was a haven he finally lets himself indulge in, a sanctuary that reminds him to look after himself after every time he fights. 05| At times, König confesses to you that your entire relationship feels like a fevered dream, a silly fantasy he's conjured up in his head because he still cannot believe he's dating you. You assured him that you weren't that big of a celebrity, and he corrected you by pointing out your face on the billboard outside your apartment. He's flattered by all the gifts you spoil him with daily, somewhat flustered as you present to him a tactical watch that probably costs more than a car. Your lifestyles should have been impossible to co-exist side by side, especially when König does not want and cannot afford all of the attention you get on the daily. But apparently, being 6'10 in a balaclava means he doesn't mind being your bodyguard. Most of the time, it was enough to give you the privacy you both wanted, and it still awes him every time he sees you on the television, even on duty, halfway across the world; chuckling to himself when his teammates would point out how beautiful you were — if only they knew.

a/n : hi anon ! thank you for requesting, to be honest, i’ve been dying for someone to request this because i do love me some civilian x cod men content. i didn’t want to add too much specific details as i want to make it as open as possible for everyone to interpret ( i read somewhere that when reader! fics are too specific it ruins the fun because it seems very oc so i’m being very careful to be inclusive <3 ) i hope you enjoy it ! thank you again for the fun idea, hope it lives up to your expectations 💖 additional hc : → könig probably steals simon’s look and also goes out in a balaclava, simon’s heated and low-key offended ( don’t worry Si, you’re still the og trendsetter )

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cmrosens · 1 year

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Urban Gothic...

Let's hear it for the urban gothic -- add your tropes & recs!

decaying high rises with mould and rot eating into the residents' souls

eerie, dingy labyrinthine passages & alleys leading to dead ends and hiding dark secrets

echoing corridors of worryingly silent hotels, where human connection is only theoretical and other people are only seen in glimpses, like ghosts

double lives flipping honest, respectable glitz and glamour with seedy underbelly and lies

Your turn

#writeblr #urban gothic #tell me more #i am obsessed #writers on tumblr #writing tropes #books books books #gothic fiction

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muriers · 6 months

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This was a series of collages I made for the MCYT Recursive Gift Exchange held by @mcytrecursive for @/nobledragonflying, inspired by "Ruby in the Moonlight" by Silverwing15. This was originally posted here on Ao3, but I had made these with tumblr post dimensions in mind ^_^'

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ARTWORK/PHOTOGRAPHY/POETRY/PROSE REFERENCED

// “The Arts: Poetry” by Alphonse Mucha // “River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko” By Yosano Akiko, Translated by Keiko Matsui Gibson and Sam Hamill // “Annunciation with St. Maxima and St. Ansanus” by Simone Martini and Lippo Memmi // “What Kind of Woman: Poems” by Kate Baer // “Crow Eating a Persimmon” by Ohara Koson // Book of Hours for Use in Paris: The Hours of René of Anjou // Screenshots of Technoblade’s, Philza’s, and Tommyinnit’s Minecraft characters from the streams “Tommy Teams with Technoblade in Exile,” “Tubbo & Tommy Plan A Prison Break w/ Ranboo, & WilburSoot!,” and “JAILBREAK [DREAM SMP FINALE]” // “Marlena” by Julie Buntin // “Heart of Gold” by Debra Baxter // “Field Book of Insects” by Edna Libby Beutenmuller // “Haikai Na No Shiori” By Shigemasa Kitao and Sogai Tani // “Gold Tourmaline Ring” photo from The Art Institute of Chicago // “Gold and Garnet Ring” photo from Timeline Auctions // “Gold bracelet with Carnelian Scarabs” photo from the Victoria and Albert Museum // “The Unicorn Tapestries” // “Gold Earrings with Garnet and Pearls” photo from the Cleveland Museum of Art // “Norwegian Wood” by Murakami Haruki, translated by Jay Rubin // “Fleet Street” photo by James Valentine // “Full Moon at Akashi Beach” by Tsuchiya Koitsu // “Garnet Roman Pendant” photo from Christie’s Auctions // “Stone Blind” by Natalie Haynes // White Daisy and Red Poppy from Minecraft // “Living Room of a Book Dealer” by Adolph von Menzel // “Flowering Lotus” by Ohara Koson // “Tit on Paulownia” by Ohara Koson // “Fan with Morning Glories” by Maruyama Okyo // The Book of Hours: Black Hours // "Maple Tree" By Hasegawa Tohaku // “Fille Au Citronnier” by Emile Vernon // “Torii at Miyajima” by Yoshimune Arai // "Japanese Anemone" by Tamamura Toyoo //

#dream smp #dsmp #sleepy bois inc #sbi #web weaving #mulberry's art tag #accessible art #alt text

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justfriendsbestthings · 7 months

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Okay, well, there are sixteen of them (yes, I know, that’s…. A Lot. There’s a story involving the death of a lettuce that explains why there’s sixteen of them).

There’s Wille (the OG plant) and he shares his pot with Walter, Henry and Ayub. They also share their pot with Simon, but Simon’s a persimmon seedling, not a bell pepper.

Then there’s a pot with Sarah, Felice, Maddie and Rosh.

In the third pot live Rousseau (who gets way too much hate from the fandom, he’s just trying to live his life unbothered by August), Zedderic, Inspector Barnes and Boris.

And in the fourth pot live Lucy, Lockwood, George and Holly.

They’re all very important to me 💜🌱💜🌱

Sorry, that was probably way too much information about my bell peppers. 😅

No this is exactly the right amount of information I wanted! I also love that Simon is a persimmon seedling 🥺

#just mimi things

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 1 year

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Thaddeus | A Necessary Nudge | Romantic

Thaddeus rather keeps his feelings for you to himself, until Jesus sits with him to explain that he shouldn’t deny his chance for love despite the ministry always coming first.

Thaddeus’ heart flutters as he hears your laugh split the air before you call after John to cut it out, and a wistful sight leaves the former stonemason’s lips. Lovesick, he tries to focus on the task at hand – the simple job of patching up holes in his tunic – but he can barely manage to thread a needle, let alone set a stitch with the sound of your giggles making him weak at the knees.

It is just unfair, he thinks to himself, how John and Big James so effortlessly manage to make you laugh with just a few words. Thaddeus wouldn’t necessarily say that he is jealous, but he doesn’t particularly enjoy the feeling that is nagging inside of his gut as he witnesses you having fun with the two Sons of Thunder. Granted, Mary Magdalene, Ramah and Tamar are also present and participating in whatever game you’re playing, but his heart feels heavy nevertheless.

He’s certain you would never like him back. And why would you, he catches himself thinking bitterly often. After all, this camp knows men who voice their opinions way stronger, who stand their ground way firmer, who would be able to protect you way better. Thaddeus thinks of himself as meek, timid, a tad fragile, at least compared to the others.

Big James and Simon the Zealot could fight for you way better than him. Philip has way more knowledge on Scripture and would make a way more Godly potential spouse for you. Little James is gentle, and even though Thaddeus has this trait as well, James seems a thousand times more confident to even speak a word to you. Flustered, he tears away his gaze, for he will no longer allow himself to bask in your beauty any longer. After all, the last thing he wants is to bother you about his feelings.

“Thaddeus?”

The gentle voice of Jesus has him look up from his unfinished work, and he swallows hard when he realises that the Rabbi must have caught him staring.

“Are you alright?”

He nods, not keen on lying to the Teacher, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it, truth be told. And then, he is okay, isn’t he? Thaddeus’ mind races – he is healthy, safe and in the best company that one could ever wish for, in the very presence of the Messiah Himself. Indeed, other than not having you at his side, Thaddeus is certain that he is doing just fine.

Jesus hums and does not pressure the stonemason, though He keeps observing him closely as Thaddeus attempts to continue fixing his garment. When your laugh once again echoes through camp, Jesus sees how his entire body tenses up.

Before the Preacher can open His mouth to inquire about it, your voice draws closer, and once you arrive at the two men, you halt.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” you quip, “Can I make you two happy with a nice piece of fruit?” You hold a basket out in front of you and smile kindly.

Jesus stands from the log He is sitting on and selects a bright orange persimmon, giving you one of His kind grins. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

You give Him a small nod before turning your attention to Thaddeus. “And Thad, what would you like?”

“I-I’m good, thank you,” he stutters, not even daring to look at you. You frown, stepping closer, slightly disappointed, for you’d much rather catch a glimpse of his soft brown eyes.

“Thad,” you query, “Are you alright? You’re looking a bit flushed, so perhaps that is even more of a reason to get yourself a nice apple, or would you instead prefer an apricot? Thomas just said that he selected the nicest ones he could find. Or, how about a pomegranate?” You take one of the fruits and inspect it closely, humming in thought.

Thaddeus shyly looks up at you and lets out a shivery breath. “Thank you, (Y/n), I’m fine. I don’t want anything.”

Your brow furrows together in worry, a slight pout coming over your features. “Promise me to take good care of yourself, okay?” you insist softly, “I worry about you sometimes.”

His eyes widen at the words and he gulps, nearly choking on his own saliva. You don’t wait for an answer, instead wordlessly put an apricot as well as a pomegranate on the log next to him and point at them, giving Thaddeus a strict raise of your eyebrow. “I’m going to return in a bit and one of these better be gone by then. Fruits are an important part of any diet.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but no sound comes out, and abashed, he nods meekly. Smiling, you continue your trip around camp to hand out fresh fruits, and he lets out a shaky breath once you’re out of his line of sight, his cheeks flushed bright red.

“So, Thad, are you going to tell Me what is going on?” Jesus queries after swallowing a mouthful of persimmon. “Let Me guess, you haven’t been hungry at all lately.”

Too embarrassed to look at the Teacher, Thaddeus stares at the two pieces of food you have left for him to select from, and he shrugs. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t think…”

Jesus hums in amusement and takes another bite, thoughtfully looking at you across camp before He speaks up again. “You know, it sounds to Me that you’ve got some very strong feelings going on there.”

Thaddeus wishes that the ground would just open up underneath him to swallow him whole, a flush colouring his neck. He can barely hold onto the needle that he is still pinching between his fingers and his stomach spins in dangerous coils.

“I… Maybe.” he squeaks, trying to catch his breath. “She’s… (Y/n) is wonderful.” Sighing, he lets his gaze go to his lap, shaking his head slowly. “That woman could choose from any potential spouse she wants. Not only is she beautiful on the outside, she’s even more beautiful on the inside. To have a wife like her, well…” He pauses for a second before confiding the rest of the sentence, “I would be so lucky. Perhaps never complain about anything again.”

Chuckling Jesus, finishes the final bite of his fruit before narrowing His eyes at Thaddeus in pondering. “First of all, although I do not speak from experience, no marriage makes it so that no hardships will ever come your way again. Secondly, I think you and I are going to have a little talk.”

Mistaking the Teacher’s words for chastisement, Thaddeus’ eyes fill up with tears of embarrassment. “R-Rabbi,” he stutters, “I’m so deeply sorry. I know that I cannot let myself get distracted from the ministry. I know that I need to focus on Adonai instead, and—”

Jesus smiles and puts up His palm to calm down Thaddeus. “Easy there, Thad. This fellowship has nothing to do with you not being able to pursue a romantic relationship. After all, look at Simon and Eden. They’re married. Thomas and Ramah might also get betrothed very soon. Abstinence from love altogether is not a prerequisite, dear Thaddeus. After all, I will not be around forever. You’ll have a life after travelling with Me, too.”

A bit confused, Thaddeus frowns, unsure of what Jesus means with this. However, he isn’t keen on questioning it too much, either. Jesus sees the puzzlement on his face and hums. “Ah, you’ll understand it later,” He reassures him. “But regarding the matter at hand, you aren’t expected to remain a bachelor your entire life.”

Thaddeus lets out a shivering breath and rubs his hands together in discomfort, inhaling, exhaling. “I-I get what You are saying, Jesus, and I trust Your words, and-and I’m certain that I’ll find a wife someday. However, it can’t be (Y/n).”

“Why not?” Jesus muses, smiling.

“Because she’s…” he pauses before letting out a sound of frustration. “She is just everything I am looking for in a wife. (Y/n) would just be… Too beautiful to be true.”

Jesus hums, shrugging. “Well, do you feel like she is trying to deceive us all? That she isn’t as kind and sweet as she is letting on?”

Thaddeus frantically shakes his head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“Then what is the issue?”

The former stonemason’s face twists into something sadder. “Well… I’m just… Me, You know. I don’t… I’m not like the rest of them. The other disciples, I mean. They’d make way better spouses for her.”

Squinting in thought, Jesus lets out a noise. “Ah, I wouldn’t say that if I were you, Thad. I understand that sharing a space with so many men who might be potential competitors for you in the area of love might seem daunting, but it seems to Me that you’re not quite seeing your own potential as well. Trust Me when I say that (Y/n) looks at you in quite a different way compared to the way she looks at others, and well, since she insists you eat a piece of fruit, it is safe to say that she positively cares about your wellbeing. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have fed you so determinedly.”

Thaddeus’ heart skips a beat at the revelation – Jesus wouldn’t lie to him – and a large smile that he cannot fight spreads over his lips. “Oh…?” is the only thing he manages to breathe. “Wow… I-I mean… Master, I don’t even know how to begin with this. I don’t have a lot of experience.”

Jesus laughs lightly. “Neither have I, but I can give you advice. She already has her eye on you, so grabbing her attention wouldn’t be too difficult for you.”

Thaddeus’ nose dusts pink at the words.

“(Y/n) is a very caring person,” Jesus explains, “As you may have noticed by now. So, why not show her that you care about her in return? Make it clear that these feelings are reciprocated, and perhaps then express your interest in her.”

The stonemason could burst at the seams out of happiness. He puts a hand over his mouth to fight the beaming grin that threatens to build and he is too abashed to look at Jesus’ amused face.

“I trust You, Teacher,” he breathes, “I will give it some thought, and—”

Jesus’ eye falls on something behind him and Thaddeus can hear a twig snap underneath a sandal – your sandal – and you stand with the now-empty basket in your arm, staring at Thad with a playful look of feigned incredulity.

“I can’t believe it,” you breathe, “I thought I told you to select one of these fruits. Now I’m afraid that I can’t do anything else but to force you to eat them both, because you clearly cannot choose, for both are way too delicious to pass up on.”

Smiling, Jesus stands. “I will leave you two to yourselves.” He muses, stepping away from the pair of you. Not really understanding what He is trying to say, you watch the Rabbi depart, brow furrowing in question.

“What does He mean with that?”

Thaddeus swallows thickly in the hopes his throat will feel less dry, and he turns to you a little more.

“(Y/n),” he begins with a soft voice, and you find his gaze, warm and gentle. “I… Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Your eyes flutter in puzzlement, but you gather yourself quickly before nodding, taking a seat next to him. “By all means.”

Thaddeus reaches over to grab the apricot and pomegranate you had left for him there, showing them to you. “Since you need to eat something as well, and since I haven’t chosen one of these yet, how about we share them?”

A soft smile graces your lips. “I’d like that,” you pipe up, tilting your head slightly as you watch him take a blunt knife from his pocket and slice the apricot in half around the large pit, and he gives one half to you. Gratefully, you take it and sink your teeth down into the sweet fruit, enjoying the sugary flavour as well as the slightly sour tang.

“This is nice,” you muse after a few moments of silence. Thaddeus swallows a bite of apricot and nods in agreement.

“It is.” he acknowledges. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you smile a little.

“So, what were you and Jesus talking about, since He had to leave so suddenly once I arrived?”

Thaddeus nearly chokes on a bite of fruit and you give him a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“I-I am,” Thaddeus responds, coughing into his fist, turning away from you with reddened cheeks. “Excuse me.”

Once he calms down, he takes a deep breath and lets his gaze go across camp, where he catches Jesus’ eye almost suspiciously fast, as if He had been watching the two of you. The Rabbi gives him a reassuring nod, encouraging him to carry on.

“Ah, (Y/n),” Thaddeus murmurs, “I… I was wondering if you’re… Well, if you’ve got your eye on someone in our group?”

Flushed, he feels barely brave enough to look at you. You squint in question, not certain what he means. “I’m not sure what you’re saying.”

“If you’re… You’re not yet spoken for, right? W-What I’m trying to say is… If you’re interested in someone around here to become your potential husband.”

Now it’s your turn to become abashed, and you’re glad that you don’t have any food in your mouth right now, for you certainly would have spit it out in shock. “What?”

There is no way Thaddeus can beat around the bush anymore, so with a deep breath, he pops the question: “I’ve been sweet on you for quite some time now, and… I-I would be very honoured to have your hand in marriage, if you’ll have me too, that is. Would you— Are you interested in building a life with me?”

He has to resist the urge to squeeze his eyes shut whilst awaiting your answer with bated breath, but a soft noise from your side has his gaze meet yours, and his heart stutters inside his chest at the sight of your soft smile.

“Oh, Thad, I… I don’t know what to say! Don’t get me wrong, I would love to marry you! It’s just that it came out of nowhere, give me a second…” You overthink the question whilst Thaddeus gawks at you, his jaw wide open.

“Did you… Did you just say yes?!”

You chew your bottom lip and nod, giving him a sweet smile. “Yes.”

The grin that spreads over his face is priceless, causing you to laugh lightly, and he wraps a hand over his mouth, still unbelieving of what you have just revealed to him. “I… Oh, (Y/n), you’ve just made me the happiest man alive!”

Laughing, you take the pomegranate that is still sitting on the log between you, and put a hand on Thaddeus’ shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that, Thad. Be aware, you will still need my abba’s permission, but I’m sure that I can convince him to agree upon this.”

Hugging you from the side, Thaddeus lets out a huff of relief, butterflies swirling through his abdomen at your proximity.

He searches Jesus and quickly finds Him, and the Man in question proudly grins, His dark eyes glittering knowingly.

Once Thaddeus pulls back from the hug, you hold up the pomegranate.

“Now, I’m still peckish for this delicious pomegranate. Would you mind sharing this with me, too?”

Thaddeus eagerly nods, taking it from you gladly to slice it in half, giving you a piece of the second fruit of the many that you’ll share.

#the chosen x reader #the chosen #x reader #reader insert #thaddeus x reader #the chosen thaddeus #thaddeus x you

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dailygasterdoodles · 3 days

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LEMON IS A FATHER NOW?!?! 👀

Yes! His new child's name is Persimmon (like the fruit! Based on the 'blue' variant) and they already have so many nicknames. Persi "Percy" (They all use it sometimes), Synonym (only Webster calls them that. Dictonary.), Cinnamon (Semi calls them that!), and Simon (Courtesy of Ditto). Semi also calls them Simmy.

Lemon has no clue what gender they are! At all! It's genuinely a mystery. Not even Semi can tell, and she's the skeleton!

Persimmon looks completely like a skeleton! Which Lemon is a little jealous of. Mainly because they get limbs.

#doodle rambles #persimmon g #grandma semi #ditto g #lemon g #webster g #not art tag #i keep forgetting to use that tag

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bigalockwood · 7 months

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Simon the persimmon just moved into his new home. He’s got a real palace now. 🥺🥺

#simon the persimmon #talking shit for the hell of it #if i end up broke it’ll be bc of my plants Istg

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ellavei · 2 months

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tagged by @helianskies - thank you for these cool questions 🫶🏻

favourite color: I have such a passion for the color blue that the vast majority of my personal items are blue 😂

last song: Spring Is Here - Carly Simon

currently reading: In Confidence - Anatoly Fyodorovich Dobrynin (a very interesting and also quite humorous book about diplomacy and foreign politics imo)

currently watching: And Just Like That...

currently craving: Always ready for a soft persimmon and lately I've been craving hot pot even though I had two hot pot meals last week haha

coffee or tea: I plan to buy more tea even though I already have three or four boxes of tea in my cupboard 😂 (I like English Breakfast Tea and Tieguanyin <3)

hobby to try: I am thinking of learning more about fresh flowers and how to make a flower bouquet and also flower arranging in the future (even though my clumsiness is 11/10 so please pray for me)

current au: I'm currently struggling with new chapters for my ABO AU Frain, I have a lot of ideas for it but figuring out how to organize and write them down is quite time-consuming 🥲

Also if I could write a modern-day AU it would be fun since it's been a while since I've written about the century I'm living in (I miss the 21st century 😭).

If possible, I'd like to be able to write an AU that revolves around Antonio's complicated relationship with Arthur and Francis. Haha, let's see if ''Anthony'' or ''Antoine'' will survive to the end (no promises, but there will probably be MPR3G in there since you know me).

tagging: I won't tag anyone but please feel free to do it and tag me to read it, my mutuals <3

#q&a #sorry for being a yapper

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disneytva · 2 days

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‘Inside Out’ Spinoff Series ‘Dream Productions’ & ‘Win Or Lose’ Switch Disney+ Release Dates

Pixar has revealed that Disney+ has switched the premiere dates for its upcoming Inside Out spinoff series Dream Productions and original series Win or Lose.

All four episodes of Dream Productions, which explores the innerworkings of the studio behind Riley’s dreams, will be released on Dec. 11, 2024.

Director Paula Persimmon (voice of Paula Pell) faces a nightmare of her own: Trying to create the next hit dream after being paired up with Xeni (voice of Richard Ayoade), a smug daydream director looking to step up into the big leagues of night dreams.”

The series also features the voices of Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Ally Maki, Kensington Tallman, Liza Lapira, Tony Hale, Lewis Black and Phyllis Smith, the hilarious, mockumentary-style series is written and directed by Mike Jones and produced by Jaclyn Simon.

Win or Lose originally set to release on December 2024, which features Will Forte as the voice of softball Coach Dan, will begin to roll out on Disney+ beginning Feb. 19, 2025, with each episode following a new character.

“Win or Lose reveals what it actually feels like to be in the shoes of eight different characters in the week leading up to the big game—the insecure kids, their helicopter parents, even a lovesick umpire—with incredibly funny, very emotional and uniquely animated perspectives,” per the description.

Win or Lose is directed, written and executive produced by Carrie Hobson and Michael Yates, and produced by David Lally.

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Who are without mercy, Who confide in trumpet flowers, Who carry loose change in their pockets, Who dress in black velvet, Who wince and fidget like bats, Who balance their haloes on hat racks, Who watch reruns of famine, Who powder their noses with pollen, Who laugh and unleash earthquakes, Who sidle in and out of our dreams Like magicians or childhood friends, Who practice their smiles like pirates, Who exercise by walking to Zion, Who live on the edge of doubt, Who cause vertigo but ease migraines, Who weep milky tears when troubled, Whose night sweats engender the plague, Who pinion their arms to chandeliers, Who speak in riddles and slant rhymes, Who love the weak and foolhardy, Who hunger for unripe persimmons, Who scavenge the fields for lost souls, Who hover near lighthouses, Who pray at railroad crossings, Who supervise the study of rainbows, Who cannot blush but try, Who curl their hair with corkscrews, Who honeymoon with Orion, Who are not wise but pure, Who behave with impious propriety, Who hourly scour our faces with hope, Whose own faces glow like radium— Angels, whom we’ve created in our own form, Who are without mercy, you seek and yearn To return us like fossilized roses To the wholeness of our original bloom.

Angels by Maurya Simon

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Centre for Poetry and Poetics: Remembering the Logoclast - Alan Halsey; - a special memorial event hosted by Agnes Lehoczky and the Centre for Poetry and Poetics: a night of tributes paid by fellow writers, artists, publishers - gathering together for the evening to remember & celebrate the poet, friend, artist, bookseller and logoclast Alan Halsey, his life and his work.

A fond farewell to the beloved poet, artist, composer, publisher, editor, bibliophile, logoclast, scholar, humourist and staunch toper Alan Halsey (1949-2022). Alan Halsey ran The Poetry Bookshop in Hay-on-Wye for almost twenty years before marrying fellow poet Geraldine Monk and moving to Sheffield where he continued to work as a specialist bookseller. Collections of his poetry include Five Years Out (Galloping Dog 1989), Wittgenstein’s Devil (Stride 2000), Marginalien (Five Seasons 2005), Not Everything Remotely (Salt 2006), Term as in Aftermath (Ahadada 2009) and Even if only out of (Veer 2011). From 1979-97 he ran The Poetry Bookshop in Hay-on-Wye and edited West House Books 1995-2011. Five Seasons also published The Text of Shelley’s Death (1995) and Lives of the Poets (2009). As poet and graphic artist he published collaborations with Karen Mac Cormack (Fit To Print, Coach House 1998), Gavin Selerie (Days of ’49, West House 1999), Kelvin Corcoran (Your Thinking Tracts or Nations, West House 2001, and Into the Interior, Shearsman, 2022), Steve McCaffery (Paradigm of the Tinctures, Granary 2007) and others. He edited Thomas Lovell Beddoes’ Death’s Jest-Book for West House in 2003 and The Ivory Gate, a collection of Beddoes’ later work, for ReScript Books in 2011. He later edited Bill Griffiths’ collected poems in three volumes for Reality Street. His text-graphic work included Memory Screen, shown at the Bury Text Festival in 2005, and In White Writing (Xexoxial 2012). He co-directed the antichoir Juxtavoices with Martin Archer and the group’s album Juxtanother antichoir from Sheffield appeared on Discus Records in 2013. His final full-length publication was Remarks of Uncertain Consequence (Five Seasons Press, 2022) shortly before his death. Other recent publications included Selected Poems 1988-2016, Shearsman and Winterreisen, a collaboration with Kelvin Corcoran, Knives Forks & Spoons. He was an Affiliated Poet at Sheffield University’s Centre for Poetry and Poetics.

Contributors:

Tim Allen Martin Archer Andrew Brewerton Kelvin Corcoran Ian Davidson Dan Eltringham Patricia Farrell Allen Fisher Tony Frazer Harry Gilonis Jeff Hilson Elizabeth James Juxtavoices Ágnes Lehóczky Tony Lopez Geraldine Monk Simon Perril Adam Piette Frances Presley Gavin Selerie Robert Sheppard Simon Smith Glenn Storhaug Harriet Tarlo Scott Thurston

Reading Schedule:

Intro and welcome by Agnes Lehoczky

Adam Piette’s tribute

Juxtavoices: ‘White Persimmon’ ‘ONEVERLASTARTLETTERMINALIENDLESSONG’

Geraldine Monk’s welcome and reading: ‘Dear Geraldine’ from Blackbox Manifold 29, Monk Collective, 2023, and Blake’s ‘Sick Rose’