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parrlynrights · 2 years

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Can you please write something where all the kids have been reincarnated and are at school. Mary gets asked out on a date by a really popular boy. When Mary tells Aragon that she’s going on a date, Aragon freaks out.

I love this idea!!

Teenagers

“Mary! My favorite big sister!” Elizabeth all but yelled as she approached Mary’s lunch table. “How are you doing on this fine, fine afternoon.”

Mary rolled her eyes at her sister as the young girl threw an arm over her shoulder. “Whatever you want, I’m not giving it to you Bo.”

Elizabeth gasped dramatically, her free hand clutching her heart. “How dare you think so low of me.” She accused the older girl. “But since you asked. I need-”

“Mary-” Patrick Warner approached the table, but stopped when he saw Elizabeth talking to her sister. “Shit sorry, did I interrupt?”

Mary shook her head ‘no’ and Elizabeth nodded her head ‘yes,’ confusing poor Patrick. “My idiot sister here was just shaking me down for money.” Mary eventually explained.

Elizabeth raised her hand. “I would be said idiot sister. Technically half sister. You’re cute, but not my type. Let me know if you have a hot sister.”

“Elizabeth Boleyn!” Mary chastised, pushing the younger girl slightly. “Don’t be rude!”

Exasperated with her sister, Mary turned to give her full attention to Patrick. Speaking of, quick side note on this Patrick guy: he’s the most popular guy around. Not only is he captain of the rugby team, he’s also been called the most attractive guy in school. Needless to say, anyone that is seen with Patrick, becomes the talk of the town, metaphorically speaking.

Which brings us back to this moment, where one Mary Aragon, a not so popular girl that is newly single after splitting with her messy ex girlfriend, is about to gain some instant notability.

“I was just thinking…” Patrick started nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing on Friday night?”

Elizabeth’s eyes went wide and she sat back, watching in amusement.

Mary froze for a second, but quickly came to the conclusion that there was no harm in hanging with the guy.

“Absolutely nothing.” She told him with a sweet smile.

“Cool, cool.” His confidence was obviously boosted. “Would you maybe want to go out with me on Friday night?”

Mary thought for a second, not wanting to just jump at the opportunity. After a few, excruciating for him, seconds, Mary gave him an answer. “I’d love to.”

“Alright, I’ll pick you up at six.” He grinned, waving goodby to the rest of the table before going back to his own.

As soon as he was gone, the table broke out into whispers of “oh my god” and “the Patrick just asked you out” and “Mary, you’re so lucky.”

Mary seemed pretty content with the interaction, feeding into her friends whispers. That was until she noticed her sister was still there.

“What do you want, Bo?” She asked the younger redhead.

Elizabeth was grinning ear to ear. “Nothing anymore.” She chuckled.

Mary sighed, ready to take anything her sister dished out. “Alright, out with it, what’s so funny?”

Elizabeth shrugged, barely holding herself together. “Your mom is going to kill you.”

Mary’s eyes widened. She totally forgot about her mom. Her mom was chill about her girlfriend, but because she was a girl. As far as the kids are concerned, the only man their moms can tolerate is Edward.

“Keep your mouth shut.” She warned the younger girl.

Elizabeth just continued to grin as she stood up and walked to her own table.

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“Catherine guess what!” Elizabeth called out as the four kids came home from school.

Mary immediately smacked the back of her sister’s head, preparing for the lecture she was about to get.

Catherine met the children, confused as to why Elizabeth had called her.

“What is it Lizzie?” She asked expectantly, looking to each child in search of evidence of trouble.

Mary was terrified but she kept her composure, ready for her sister to expose her.

“I just wanted to tell you that today we learned about you in history class.” Lizzie smirked, glancing at Mary who glared back at her.

Catherine looked surprised, but not suspicious. “Tell me more.” She prompted Elizabeth.

Elizabeth walked with Catherine back to the living room, explaining her history lesson. Mary stayed behind, reviving from her mini heart attack.

The rest of the afternoon went the same. Lizzie would tease Mary, almost telling Catherine, but never would. Finally, Mary had had enough and decided to just rip the bandage off. At dinner. With everyone. Surely that would keep her mom calm.

“I have a date on Friday.” Mary suddenly announced, drawing all attention to her. Elizabeth’s jaw dropped, she didn’t think Mary would actually do it.

Catherine didn’t seem to react. “Oh yeah? Who’s the lucky girl?”

Mary swallowed thickly and looked up to the ceiling. “His name is Patrick.”

Catherine dropped her fork and looked up. “A boy?” She asked, her voice rising in pitch. See, in most families you would have difficulty with telling parents about same-sex attraction, but in this one it was much harder to be a girl attracted to a boy.

“You can’t see him.” Catherine demanded. “You cannot see a boy. You know what boys do.”

“He’s not like that.” Mary quickly defended the absent boy. “He’s actually kinda sweet.”

“And like super popular and he’s got great hair.” Elizabeth added. “I actually like him.”

Catherine shook her head. “No, I won’t allow it.” She told her daughter with conviction. “Boys are nothing but tricksters and I won’t let my baby be hurt by one.”

“I’m not you mom!” Mary shouted, exasperated. “And he’s not Henry!”

“How dare you speak that name.” Catherine chastised, standing from her chair. Mary stood as well, challenging her mother.

“Henry.” She said out of spite. “Henry Tudor. My father. Scum of the Earth. I will say what I like. I’m not afraid of him. And Patrick is the exact opposite.”

Catherine clenched her jaw. “You are not going out with this guy.”

“Yes I am.” Mary spoke with finality, storming off to her room.

The rest of the queens and the kids remained silent, unsure of what to make of the conversation.

Jane, ever the peacemaker, was the first to speak up. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?”

Catherine collapsed into her chair. “No, no I wasn’t. You know what a man is capable of.”

“I also have a son.” Jane said, glancing at Edward who was trying to make himself as small as possible. “We have a son.”

“Obviously I don’t mean Edward.” Catherine sighed. “He saw his father for what he was and is the exact opposite. Ed is the exception.”

“I don’t know, maybe this guy will be an exception too.” Kat added in. “And that’s coming from me, someone who knows all too well how awful men can be.”

“Kat is right, we won’t know until we try.” Jane told her wife, grabbing Catherine’s hand. “How about we meet the guy first and you can cast your verdict then.”

Catherine looked into her lover’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and letting it calm her anger. “Fine.” She mumbled. “But if he is off in anyway, I’m pulling the plug.”

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An hour later, there was a knock on Mary’s door. Thinking it was Elizabeth trying to get into their shared room, Mary ignored it. Then the knock came again.

“Go away Bo!” Mary called out from her bed.

“It’s your mother.” Catherine told her from the other side, this time without a knock.

After a moment of hesitation, Mary sat up. “It’s open!”

Catherine came into the room, making sure to shut the door before she crossed the room and sat on Mary’s bed.

The mother and daughter sat in silence for a few seconds, Mary trying to figure out what else Catherine had to say and Catherine trying to figure out what to say.

“I’m sorry.” That’s what Catherine settled on and what she started with.

Mary was taken aback, but accepted the apology and urged Catherine to continue.

“I got scared. My experience and the experience of your other mother and your aunts with men has been…less than stellar. Hell, even your sister has been through a lot at the hands of men. I am terrified that you, my baby girl will fall into a similar trap.”

Mary felt her anger towards Catherine’s outburst fade away now that she understood the legitimate reason why she had been angry.

“Mama, I am so sorry about what you and the others went through, I am. And I am no stranger to mistreatment at the hands of a man, maybe just not to the same degree.” Mary told her mother softly. “But I would never, ever consider dating a man that I thought might do those things to someone.”

“I trust your judgment, but I cannot get passed my fear.” Catherine admitted to the teenager. “Let me meet him before the date, it will ease my worries.”

Mary nodded. “That’s understandable. I’m sorry I made you worry mama. I love you.”

Catherine pulled her daughter in for a hug. “I love you too sweet girl.”

Turns out Catherine loved Patrick. Unfortunately the couple did not last past two years, but the fact that it had happened eased the worries of not only Catherine, but all of the queens.

#jane seymour x catherine of aragon #aramour #saragon #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #mary tudor #elizabeth boleyn

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rastronomicals · 3 months

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2:24 AM EST January 13, 2024:

Redd Kross - "Saragon" From the album Phaseshifter (October 5, 1993)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

#Redd Kross #Phaseshifter #Saragon

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dragoneyes618 · 5 months

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"Here's the thing: It's good to be unpopular with a mob whose worldview has done away with the concept of right and wrong and decided, with a Nazi-like commitment to racial ideology, that you are Jewish and therefore you are white and therefore you are bad. It is good to be unpopular with people who spent the weeks after October 7 on the hunt for Jewish exaggeration, Jewish lies, Jewish crimes. It is good to be unpopular with people who cannot separate evil from power and virtue from skin color. (Unpopularity, for now, is your fate, unless you are willing to cosign your own humiliation and join the left's token "good Jews" who advocate against Zionism from the comfort of the diaspora for plaudits from the Squad.) We don't answer to them; we answer to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the Rock of Israel and its Redeemer."

- Batya Unger Saragon, The Free Press, November 10

#batya ungar saragon #judaism #antisemitism #jumblr

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catgirl-techsupport · 2 months

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Really pissed about what Tumblr has been doing so I've started the process of moving to the fediverse. Follow me on @[email protected] tell me if we are mutuals. I'd also encourage you to make an export of your blogs, even in light of staff's "decent" response.

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flowersbane · 9 months

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Hey Flowersbane I saw your requests post and thought Id send one in if that’s cool (*´꒳`*). Could I ask for a cute Joshua/Jote fic about one of the days they use to travel together, maybe where they finally take a days rest in one of the towns on their way to another lead, and Jote has to take care of Joshua so his condition doesn’t worsen? I hope that helps! (๑>◡<๑)

um, yes, absolutely, anon, you have inspired me greatly, thank you so much for your request! i hope you like it (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)

Stop & Smell the Roses, pt. 1

Joshua Rosfield x Jote

I tried to keep it concise, but I may have gotten ahead of myself. I’m definitely going to have to write a part 2 later, but I always get so eager & want to post what I have so far so here we are. I'll post this to AO3 once I've written the second part. At least there it can be a one shot. (lol)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Flower Festival, Jote Taking Care of Joshua, Joshua Being Joshua, Jote Getting A Wee Bit Frustrated, Unedited, Faerin Try To Write A One Shot Challenge: Failed

You can read part 2 here!

Jote was beginning to think the entire world was one big obstacle. Dhalmekia’s air was too dry, Sanbreque’s weather was too cold, and everywhere they went, someone was bound to be searching for them. Her and Joshua had been following a lead about an ancient text, holed up in the Crystalline Dominion’s oldest library. His Grace’s eagerness had kept them moving fast. The consequences of such were becoming more and more apparent each day.

The final village before their destination rolled into view. Jote quickened her pace to ensure that all was well. A few stray merchants traveled down the main road, but the path was otherwise clear. “Your Grace, I believe-”

Her words were interrupted by a coughing fit. Jote ran back to Joshua’s side, brows drawn with worry. “Your Grace?”

“I am fine,” he insisted. As he always did. “We can continue on to-”

Another bout of coughs stole the words from his mouth. Jote retrieved her canteen and passed it to him. He steadied himself enough to drink, but the water did little for his obvious exhaustion. “Your Grace, if we do not stop here, we will not make it to the city before dark. I beg of you, allow us to rest for the night in a warm inn, so you might recover some of your strength.”

He looked like he might continue arguing with her, so she kept speaking first. “You must allow me to take care of you, Your Grace. It would cost us many more days should you collapse on the road. I can see that you are tired, we both are, so please…”

His blue eyes studied her for a telling length of time. He wanted to press on, but he knew she spoke the truth. After a long pause, he finally relented. “Very well, Jote. We will rest here for the night and make for the city in the morning.”

Relief washed over her, but her expression remained mostly placid. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

They closed the distance between them and the village. It was small, with hardly any bearers in sight. Despite that, the town seemed to be in high spirits. Strings of flowers were strung over walkways, hung in place by nearby buildings. Brightly colored cloths decorated the walls, each intricately embroidered with large roses of varying designs. Villagers dashed from place to place, many of them carrying large, wooden crates. Joshua’s pace slowed. “What is all of this?”

A passing woman with a long, golden braid caught his words and responded, “Why, it’s the Festival of Bloom, of course. You’re lucky to have come when you did. The festival only comes once a year. And tomorrow’s the first day.” She gestured to a nearby store. “My dad sells the best rose wine in town and don’t let no one else tell you otherwise. Especially that good-for-nothing Lancel Saragon. His wine tastes like it was fished straight from the sewage.”

Jote wrinkled her nose at the imagery, but Joshua only smiled faintly. “I will be sure to keep that in mind.”

“Aye, you’d better. For your own sake too.”

The woman carried on, leaving Joshua and Jote to move forward as well. As they walked, Jote spoke. “It’s been a long time since we’ve happened upon an event such as this.”

“It has,” His Grace agreed. “It makes me wonder if this is some sort of sign.”

Jote turned her face to look at his. “Your Grace?”

A complicated smile overtook his features. “It is nothing,” he claimed. “Let us find a place to rest.”

The inn was near the town’s center. It was a building two stories high and made from dark wood. Joshua kept his hood up as they entered the building.

“Welcome,” greeted the innkeeper, “how may we be of service?”

“One room, two beds, please,” Jote said.

He pulled out a key from behind his desk. “We charge the standard rate. Your room is on the second floor. Go to your right, all the way down, and it’s the final room on your right.”

Jote paid the innkeeper and took the keys. When she turned back to face Joshua, she did not miss the way his hand fell to his side. She knew he had been pressing it to his chest in search of some relief. And, of course, he was trying to hide it from her.

“Lord Margrace,” she offered her arm as they neared the stairs.

She knew he was still getting used to accepting her help, even after all these years. His hesitation was predictable, but, thankfully, he accepted her offer. She supported him the entire way up, but he still began coughing once they reached the top. A line of worry formed between her brows. “Your condition is worse than you’ve led me to believe,” she observed.

“I am fine.”

She remained skeptical but continued to lead the way down the hall.

The room was ordinary. Two beds on either side of the room. A window across from the door. A desk and chair to their left, pressed up against the northern wall. Joshua sat on the bed closest to the window, as was his preference. Jote dropped her belongings on her bed and began to get to work.

“You should lay down, Your Grace. I will have your medicine ready shortly.”

Joshua remained sitting. “Do you think they will have special dishes for this event?” His question was so sudden that it made Jote freeze in her motion. Joshua recognized her surprise and quickly attempted to back pedal. “I was just thinking… it could be a good time to restock on supplies that are difficult to come by.”

She knew that was not what he had been thinking. She chose her next words carefully, as though she were attempting to coax a rabbit from its burrow. “There is a high possibility that the festival will draw in merchants from across the dominion,” she said, “maybe even beyond that.” She approached him with his medicine, placing it on the bedside table next to him. “If you are concerned about restocking, perhaps it would be best if we waited a day or two to see if more merchants arrive with valuable wares.”

His Grace seemed to consider this, nodding vaguely. “There were already a good amount of merchants on the road…”

“Yes,” Jote jumped at the opportunity, “there are bound to be more to come.”

Joshua made a final, decisive nod. “Alright, then we shall remain here for another day. Tomorrow, we will search the market for supplies.” She could have sworn she saw the corners of his lips curve upwards before he quickly pulled his mask of stoicism over his head. “You should get some rest as well, Jote.”

He laid back. Jote gave him a somewhat unamused stare. “Your medicine, Your Grace.” He hadn’t forgotten. He had only hoped that she would.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” He sat back up. He took the bottle in his hand but hesitated. “Jote, could you get the lamp?”

She got to her feet and did as he bid. When she turned back to him, he was bringing his hand down from his lips and placing the bottle back on the nightstand. She knew that if she opened the bottle, she would find it still full of medicine. She tried to communicate with him without words, but he was already laying back down with his back turned towards her.

“Thank you, Jote. Sleep well.”

She sighed. She would just have to hope that he would be more willing in the morning.

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She did not have to wait until morning. Joshua’s coughing woke her only a few hours later. She sat up, expecting to see him in his bed, but startled when she saw that he was instead sitting on the windowsill. She yanked the blankets from herself. “Your grace!” she hissed.

He coughed a final time before looking over his shoulder at her. “Jote, apologies. I did not mean to wake you.” His words were followed by another coughing fit.

Jote stopped by his side, trying to control her frustration with him. Why, in good Greagor’s name, would he think she was upset at him for waking her? “First you refuse your medicine and then you refuse to rest. Remind me again, Your Grace, why we’ve stopped here if not for the betterment of your health.”

“I-” He stopped abruptly. He knew there was no point in arguing with her. Instead, he tried to change the direction of their conversation. “I have never seen you so angry.”

For a brief moment, it worked. She flinched back, embarrassed that she let her temper get the better of her, but then she recognized the glint in his eyes, the curve of his mouth. She frowned again. “Your Grace, please.”

He sighed. His attention turned back to the scene laid out before them. The town was alight with festivities. Glowing lights, distant music. “Forgive me, Jote. The scenery was just…” He trailed off.

Jote felt her heart soften. She dared to rest her hands on the sill, dared to follow his gaze.

It was as though the town had captured stars from the sky and lit their streets with them. In the dark, it was a lake’s reflection of the night sky. “There is nothing to forgive, Your Grace. I only wish that you would take care of yourself. Or, at least, allow me to take care of you.”

His blue eyes found her. She could make out his features in the low light, but even if it were pitch black outside, she would be able to picture him. He may wear a hood most of the time, but she was infinitely familiar with his face. She felt the rest of the world fade as she focused on him.

“Alright, Jote. I will go to sleep.”

He began coming down from the window sill. She had to step back to give him enough room to complete his maneuver. He stumbled on the way back down. She jolted forward to support him. She wrapped an arm around his waist as he draped his arm over her shoulders. “Let me help you to bed, Your Grace.”

He nodded. She helped him lower himself into a lying position. When she began to pull away, he grabbed her hand. He was gentle, but the gesture was unexpected enough to startle her. “I will take my medicine now,” he said.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She took the bottle from the table and opened it. She looked to him for permission before placing one of her hands under his head, the other carefully guiding the bottle to his lips.

His hair was soft between her fingers. She focused on maintaining the tilt of the medicine bottle. He drank it, but made a face as it went down. Once all the medicine was gone, she pulled the bottle back and sealed it once more.

“Thank you, Jote.”

She sat back on the edge of his bed. “Of course, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure I would have perished long ago without you by my side. I know it has not always easy, but I’m glad you have remained with me.”

The rate of her heartbeat picked up. “I wouldn’t leave your side for anything, Your Grace. For anything.”

A soft smile graced his lips as the medicine began kicking in, guiding him into an easy slumber.

(Link to part 2)

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artparks-sculpture · 7 months

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A sculpture titled 'SARAGON (Rearing Ghostly Stallion Interior statue)' by sculptor Nimrod Messeg. In a medium of Iron.

#artist #sculpture #sculptor #art #fineart #Nimrod Messeg #Iron #metal #limited edition

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tzoor · 2 years

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אֵיז��ֹר סָרָגוֹן: Planet Saragone משכנתם של ממלכת מזלות האדמה: שור, גדי ובתולה. הם חיים בכוכב העשוי אוויר, באטמוספירה, במקביל לכדור הארץ כחלק משלטון ארבעת המלכים: סָרָגוֹן, אֲנְטַארְס, הֶפְּטוֹס ונוֹרְט. לוגו הכוכה מורכב משני מזלות האדמה והאוויר המציינים את יישות הכוכב בסימן הנושא אותם: תאומים ושור. בכול כוכב לכת ישנה חיה המשנה צורה בגלגולי חיים. ....★....★....★....★....★....★....★....★....★ "ארבעת המלכים"-הם ארבעת כוכבי הלכת, אשר נעים בחילוף עונות השנה (במקביל לשינוי הגלקטי של כוכבי הלכת בשביל החלב) ומשנים מיקום אחת לתקופה בה האדם הנושא מזל זה, משתנה ומתפתח בעצמו. ...★...★...★...★...★...★...★...★...★...★...★ עבודת מחקר זו, שהחלה בבגרות כתערוכת גמר בתיכון באיזור סרגון, כבוגר ביה"ס 2015 ב @hamidrasha_art הוצגה בתערוכה כמורה לאומנות בעשור האחרון, במקביל ל-30 תערוכות ולראשונה הוצגה בתערוכה 2013-2012 כסטודנט שנה ב': "תערוכת פנטזיה מתילוגית, קָרְנוּפִים" בתערוכת אמצע שנה. בתמונה: רישומי הקרנופים-זו החיה המיתית המייצגת של סרגון, חיות ההופכות מיצורי אדמה ליצורים מכונפים. להלן הקישור ביוטיוב לסרט האנימציה המלא שיצרתי: https://youtu.be/EzbT-mRTZlM יצירה מקורית: צוּר עֵיטָם עָמִּיחַי ..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★..★ The logo I personally created is the Symbol of Antars Planet, which recreate the name EITAM (Fire eagle-man creatures, who lives in Antars planet) into a new meaning: world of contraries, darkness and light. The full mythological animated aouto-biographical story was first has been shown at my college exhibition, 9 years ago when I was a third year art-educated studant, and you can link here: https://youtu.be/EzbT-mRTZlM . Creation and original art: @eitamstudio . @scorpio.dailyhoroscope @horse_reel @antares.star @israelzodiacsigns #antars #planet #paraleluniverse #scorpio #scorpiosign #zodiacsigns #zodiac #milkywaygalaxy #horse #horsepower #earthandwater #4elements #circleoflife #harmony #mercury #haliaeetusalbicilla #haliaeetus #milkyway #logodesinger #logo #fireandwater #fire #water #owndesign #animation #eagle #fireelemental #waterelemental #mythology #biography (at המדרשה - פקולטה לאמנויות המכללה האקדמית בית ברל) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjbl7CLo6AG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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