#apostle plant

[thebotanicalarcade]

n254_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Icones plantarum selectarum Horti Regii Botanici Berolinensis cum descriptionibus et colendi ratione /. Berolini :[Decker],1820-1828.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/35991425

[shiroyamaberserk]

I couldn't help making this GriffLocus art from a pic of Robert Plant and Jimmy Page

[fumrell]

Literally why would you play any other Melty character when Kohaku is right there

[mariiatrushartist]

Creator of the flat "Earth" and the Apostle of the Cat God: the most interesting facts from the life of Terry Pratchett

Dreamed of becoming an astronomer

As a child, the boy was very interested in astronomy and stars in general. In adulthood, he not only did not lose interest in this topic, but also built an observatory in his garden.

The first story and a typewriter for earned money

Terry's first work was written when he was 13 years old, and a year later it was published in a school magazine called The Hades Business. On this story, the future writer earned £14 and used them to buy his first typewriter.

The first published novel

In 1971, when Terry was only 23 years old, the world saw his first novel The Carpet People. It is a comic fantasy novel about a tribe of tiny people living on the carpet. When the writer became more famous, he decided to rewrite it by adding an updated text, original black and white illustrations and an exclusive story written when he was 17 years old

From journalism to electricity production

After the Three Mile Island nuclear disaster in March 1979, Pratchett left journalism to become a press officer for four nuclear power plants at the Central Electricity Production Council.

He lost in popularity only J.K. Rowling

In 1996, the Times declared Pratchett a best-selling author in the UK. He sold 70 million books worldwide and was the second most read author in Britain, second only to the J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series.

The award he was most proud of

It may surprise you, but most of all Pratchett was proud of the Carnegie Medal, which was awarded to his children's book The Amazing Maurice and His Raised Rodents. He got it in 2002.

Illness

At the peak of popularity, Pratchett was diagnosed with a severe form of Alzheimer's disease, posterior cortical atrophy. He had gradual degeneration of the cortex, the outer layer of the brain, on the back of the head. The disease leads to difficulties in reading, estimating distance, using tools and spelling. However, the disease did not stop Pratchett's success: in addition to continuing to write, he also became a patron of Alzheimer's Research UK and actively supported fundraising efforts and advocated raising awareness of the disease.

Own sword

The writer has always had an eccentric personality and imagination. Now that he became a knight, Terry needed the right sword he made himself from meteoric iron. The writer found a field with iron deposits near his home in Wiltshire, he himself dug up ore – 81 kilograms. Then he smelted iron ore using a homemade clay and hay furnace. A local blacksmith killed Pratchett's handmade iron rods into a silver-trimmed sword.

The last book

Pratchett's Alzheimer's disease has progressed. However, despite brain atrophy, he still continued to produce books. A few months before his death in March 2015, he finished his last novel about Discworld. Many Pratchett fans keep the book unread on their shelves in his honour.

There were 10 unfinished novels on the hard drive of his computer at the time of his death, but we will never know what they are about. According to the writer's last desire, Pratchett's unfinished works were destroyed. The hard drive was not only broken with a steam roller, but also passed through the stone crusher.

[tomicscomics]

07/14/2023

More parables could use flamethrowers.

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: In the Bible, Jesus tells a parable about seeds falling on different soils, symbolizing how His teachings will be received by different people.  Later, in Matthew 13:18-23, Jesus explains this symbolism to the apostles.

1. The first set of seeds falls on the path but never enters the soil, so birds come and eat it.  Some people hear God's Word, but they don't try to understand, so they never really receive It. 2. The second set of seeds falls on rocky ground, where shallow soil leads to shallow roots, so the plants grow quickly, but die easily.  Some people hear God's Word, and although they're happy to receive it at first, they abandon It the second It causes them to suffer. 3. The third set of seeds falls among thorns, where they take root but can't grow past the other plants.  Some people hear God's Word, and although they understand, their focus on earthly priorities keeps It from ever bearing fruit. 4. The fourth set of seeds falls on rich soil.  Some people hear God's Word.  Their openness lets It enter the soil of their hearts.  Their devotion lets their faith grow deep, strong roots.  And their rightly ordered priorities let It bear fruit throughout their lives.

In this comic, a child retells the parable, but he messes up the nuance and symbolism by assuming that birds come to eat all the seeds.  When he gets to the part with the thorns, he can't figure out how the birds get the seeds, so he adds that they have flamethrowers (to blast through the growth).  This is incorrect.  Birds had not invented flamethrowers at that point in history.

[maigetheplatypus57]

Ok so making this its own post but, cTommy as St. Jude the patron saint of hope and lost causes.

So as a martyred saint I'm assuming that St. Jude's lost causes applies to like, causes that you know are doomed but still hold on to anyways, and in a broader Catholic sense I’m assuming it probably means holding onto your faith in God even at risk of persecution. Whatever. But I also love the interpretation of lost causes as causes that other people have given up on. Causes that were left behind by all but you. I think both ways to interpret that fits absolutely for Tommy. Tommy who believes in causes until the end. Tommy who held on to Wilbur, to Tubbo, to L'manburg until there was nothing to hold onto, even AFTER there was nothing left to hold on to. Tommy who refused to give up on Wilbur even when everyone else did, who trusted that he wouldn't press the button (even if he did, weeks later), who followed him around after revival, and when asked why said it's not about giving him second chances, "It's about making sure you don't give up on the people you care about." (credits to @angry-ursidae for the transcript!)

Also very fitting that St. Jude was one of the 12 apostles, the ones who founded the Church after Jesus' ascension. Tommy who was there from the beginning, who was there to found L’manburg and believed in it wholeheartedly, who died for it even before he could see what it would become. Planting seeds in a garden you’ll never get to see.

@Aurhis-aurelio-innit’s tags also provided some key tommy moments, especially on hope:

#sobbing and wailing #tommy and hope. #do you remember that pogtopia line. #about how what happens if we dont have hope and all that #i dont have it memorized but god im forever thinking about how he views hope as a reason in and of itself to live #ist always him choosing over and over again to love and hope even if everyone tells him theres nothing there #shows him that love will only hurt #and lvoes anyway. #its why i love shroud so much #he got that spider after the prison #and he still had space to hope theres smth better life for them #if i got timelines right anyway possible i didnt #anyway. #ur so right prev u get me #like how lmanburg wasnt meant to be but IS #both works so well #aurebagels

cTommy as the Church of Prime’s Patron Saint of lost causes. Of the unloved. Of Hope.

[thisprettyukrainianletter]

Samples of abandoned palace architecture of Ukraine:

Tereshchenko Palace The village of Chervone, Andrushiv district, Zhytomyr region. The style of the palace is Neo-Gothic. It was built at the beginning of the 19th century at the expense of the Polish nobleman Adolf Groholsky. The estate was bought by Ukrainian industrialists and philanthropists - Tereshchenko brothers, who expanded the palace and the park. The palace began to fall into disrepair with the arrival of communist regime. After 1917 here were located a children's boarding school and vocational school. Later the building survived a fire. Nowadays, the palace of the Groholsky-Tereshchenkos belongs to the women's monastery of the Holy Nativity of Christ. In addition to the palace, the stables, the left wing and the fountain have been preserved.

Oosten-Saken Palace Kyiv region, Kyiv-Svyatoshinskyi district, between Myrotske and Nemishaeve villages. It is believed that the palace was built in the 19th century at the expense of Count Karl Saken. It was an Ancestral estate. The count's descendants had the surname Osten-Saken, which is where the conventional name of the estate comes from. In Soviet times, the palace housed a biochemical plant. After a fire broke out at the factory, the palace burned down and only the walls remained.

Dakhovsky Palace Village of Leskovo, Monastyryshche district, Cherkasy region. The style of the building is Neo-Gothic. Leskiv Palace was built at the expense of magnate Casimir Dakhovsky in the middle of the 19th century. The complex consists of a palace, outbuildings, service premises and stables. In June 2013, the palace received the status of a historical and cultural reserve of state importance.

Palace of the Muravyov-Apostles the outskirts of Khomutets village, Myrhorod district, Poltava region. The estate was built at the beginning of the 19th century by a descendant of Ukrainian hetman Danylo Apostol - diplomat Ivan Muravyov-Apostol. The palace is surrounded by considerable French park. Ivan Muravyov-Apostol left the estate and went abroad after the failure of the Decembrist uprising.

Popov estate Vasylivka town, Zaporizhzhia region. The style of the preserved buildings is Neo-Gothic. Vasyl Popov, a general of the Russian Empire, founded a settlement here at the end of the 17th century. In the 19th century, the grandson of the general, who was also named Vasyl, developed the estate and built numerous farm buildings.

Source: https://tsn.ua/tourism/10-zanedbanih-palaciv-ta-zamkiv-ukrayini-yaki-mozhut-zniknuti-nazavzhdi-1040310.html

[reality-detective]

Listen to this 👆

We are not doing what God wants. She says, "God created the vaccine for us and she needs the vaccinated to be her Apostles.

If you be-LIE-ve this horseshit there is no help for you because God put the medicine in the plants and foods we eat. The same people who created the jabber-dohickies work for the same people who are poisoning our food, water and the air we breathe. 🤔

[ask-apostle-ghoul]

ooc// Headcanons about Apostle while I'm waiting for melatonin gummies to kick in. Sorry about the rambling I have so many thoughts about my boy over here!

Apostle definitely has a maine coon cat. Found it outside the abbey as a kitten and Sister Imperator let him keep it to show to the clergy that Apostle can be responsible with other creatures. His name is Biscotti (Apostle's favorite snack). Biscotti is mainly a comfort animal but can help hunt down pesky bugs that eat up the garden plants.

Apostle loves vinyl records. Listens to Abba, David Bowie, The Cure, Deftones, Simon and Garfunkel, etc. Often can be heard humming a song while he works. (The ghoulettes are trying to get him into Hozier, so far it's working.)

Knows a plethora of tea blends to help with anything. Nausea? Lemon and Ginger. Need to wind down? Chamomile or Lavender. Upset Tummy? Peppermint tea. Always has boxes in his office along with a self heating kettle with a couple of mugs. Always go to him if you need something to drink that isn't alcoholic.

Was the one trusted the most with Copia when Sister Imperator was busy. He had never met a newborn before, so he was very confused seeing this little squirmy thing barely the length of his forearm. Treated Copia like a son, so if Copia gets hurt by someone, that person isn't going to be alive for much longer. Had to be told many times you can't scruff a baby like you can a kitten.

With him being such a high member in the church, he was aware of what happened to Primo, Secondo, and Terzo. I would imagine he would have played a part in it as well somehow. Does he ever regret it? Who knows...

Definitely. DEFINITELY slept with Nihil on more than one occasion. Nihil was honestly Apostle's first experience with sex and helped Apostle explore what it could be like (And of course Sister Imperator included herself at times.) It was kind of a polyamorous relationship, unofficial, but it was there (Apostle was basically 'the other woman' for both Nihil and Sister Imperator without realizing, he was just too in love with the both of them to realize.)

He's a hopeless romantic deep down. Doesn't admit it, but he is.

Only time he is outwardly physically affectionate is when he's high as a kite after getting his horns trimmed. Just give him his guitar and he'll even play songs if he knows them (his favorite to do is to play the dance macabre riff)

Scratch him behind the horns, dude just melts at that, but only if you're close enough to him. If he doesn't trust you, he'll probably bite.

In speaking of biting, he has a bit of shark like anatomy. His teeth are constantly jagged and sharp and they do fall out, but new teeth grow right back. Some of the earlier era ghouls made a game out of it by taking some of the spare teeth and making shark tooth jewelry out of it (Apostle could care less what they do to be honest).

HE HAS SPOTS ON HIS BODY THAT GLOW BLUE. Yes, he has bioluminescence, crack his back and he'll be a fucking glowstick /j

Now onto the headcanons that revolve around the movie.

Apostle was unaware that Sister Imperator was dying. She purposely sabotaged important paperwork enough that Apostle couldn't go on the tour like he normally would. He stayed behind at the abbey to complete the paperwork and basically work in Sister Imperator's place while she was busy supporting her son. He would have literally gone feral if he was there at the KIA Forum when she collapsed and paramedics wouldn't have been able to get to her.

Whenever her body does come back for the viewing/funeral, Apostle is inconsolable, but he forces it back just so he can comfort and help Copia. Would he ever take the chance to mourn for himself? No... denial is a powerful thing.

The chamber ghoulettes are a weird dynamic with him. The chamber ghoulettes are Sister Imperator's personal ghoulettes, like assassins or bodyguards during important events, so Apostle obviously would know them. He kind of treats them like daughters sometimes? He'll make sure they're fed, resting well, taking care of themselves, but he wouldn't be a doting father figure (he's real awkward with that.) They remind him too much of his bandmates from the 60s and 70s. Apostle and the Chamber Ghoulettes just kind of acknowledge each other in a mutual respect.

While he wasn't aware Sister Imperator was dying... He was aware that Copia was a twin. I'd imagine Sister Imperator would have only been able to chose one twin to keep, and so she trusted the twin with the Sisters of Sin to raise. Apostle was aware the whole time, somewhat assisted from the sidelines/indirectly but he never interacted with Copia's twin due to the fear of the clergy figuring that out.

[grimoire-catechumen]

St. Mary Magdalene, the Penitent and Apostle to the Apostles

I love the following excerpt from St. Anselm in his prayer to Mary Magdalene:

"But you, most holy Lord, why do you ask her why she weeps? Surely you can see; her heart, the dear life of her soul, is cruelly slain. O love to be wondered at; O evil to be shuddered at; you hung on the wood, pierced by iron nails, stretched out like a thief for the mockery of wicked men; and yet, ‘Woman,’ you say, ‘why are you weeping?’ She had not been able to prevent them from killing you, but at least she longed to keep your body for a while with ointments lest it decay. No longer able to speak with you living, at least she could mourn for you dead. So, near to death and hating her own life, she repeats in broken tones the words of life which she had heard from the living. And now, besides all this, even the body which she was glad, in a way, to have kept, she believes to have gone. And can you ask her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ Had she not reason to weep? For she had seen with her own eyes if she could bear to look what cruel men cruelly did to you; and now all that was left of you from their hands she thinks she has lost. All hope of you has fled, for now she has not even your lifeless body to remind her of you. And someone asks, ‘Who are you looking for? Why are you weeping?’ You, her sole joy, should be the last thus to increase her sorrow. But you know it all well, and thus you wish it to be, for only in such broken words and sighs can she convey a cause of grief as great as hers. The love you have inspired you do not ignore, And indeed you know her well, the gardener, who planted her soul in his garden." Mary Magdalene was like you and I...a woman with a past, with grave sins, yet she was beloved by our Lord - to such an extent that he revealed himself not to Peter, the rock on who Christ would build his Church, but to her. The woman who washed his feet with her tears and anointed them with the most expensive oil. The women who Jesus praised for her devotion and love.

I have never been fond of the way the Church portrays Mary Magdalene as a penitent whore for it is neither historically or scripturally accurate, but rather she is to be an inspiration for all of us, that no one is too far from the love of our Lord.

May I also weep when I stray from the love of Christ and have my heart leap for joy when he calls my name. St. Mary Magdalene, pray for us!

[bibleversegarden]

Daily Growing in the Lord Our God

He who made us and redeemed us with His precious blood, desires to be formed in us, and have us grow in the knowledge of Him, in whom we live, and move and have our being, the Creator of all things visible and invisible, the Lord God Almighty. He wants us to bud, blossom and fill the whole earth with His fruits, bringing glory and honor to His name. The Lord be glorified, the Lord be magnified, the Lord be exalted!

"And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men." (Luke 2:52)

"And He Himself gave some to be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, and some pastors and teachers, for the equipping of the saints for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ, till we all come to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a perfect man, to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ; that we should no longer be children, tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, in the cunning craftiness of deceitful plotting, but, speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things into Him who is the head—Christ—from whom the whole body, joined and knit together by what every joint supplies, according to the effective working by which every part does its share, causes growth of the body for the edifying of itself in love." (Ephesians 4:11-16)

"As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving." (Colossians 2:6-7)

"Therefore, laying aside all malice, all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and all evil speaking, as newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby, if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is gracious." (1 Peter 2:1-3)

"Everyone who partakes only of milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, for he is a babe. But solid food belongs to those who are of full age, that is, those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil." (Hebrews 5:13-14)

"I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase. So then neither he who plants is anything, nor he who waters, but God who gives the increase." (1 Corinthians 3:6-7)

"And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that you may approve the things that are excellent, that you may be sincere and without offense till the day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness which are by Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God." (Philippians 1:9-11)

"But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord." (2 Corinthians 3:18) 

"Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be the glory both now and forever. Amen." (2 Peter 3:18)

- A Walk In The Garden Devotions

[archiebirdd]

Other don't seem to think so, but my one crackpot Project Moon Theory is that Carmen or at least her ideals are manifested into the abnormality that is WK.

People say that can't be so, because she's BB, but humor me for a second. Carmen sees humanity as diseased and believes that she can cure them, to become their true selves. WK original appearance is a medieval Plague Doctor, someone whose profession is curing people of their sickness and making them feel better by returning them to their true selves.

WK giving someone their blessing to me is pararel to Carmen planting someone the idea that the City could be a better place, i.e. Kali or Daniel.

Once enough nuggets has recieved the blessing they become apostles, which to me feels like mini distortions. Showing to everyone that they followed the voice, the light, became their true selves.

That's really the only kicking factor I have for this theory, but maybe more will pop up in my head. But I do believe this is true.

[lightfromthelighthouse]

Good Morning!☀

And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galations 6:9

To get a harvest,  there are certain things that must take place first. The ground must be prepared. The seeds must be sowed. They must watered. Once sprouts appear more watering and sometimes fertilizing is needed. Then, there is the need to keep an eye out for weeds and pests that could damage the plants.

The plants themselves go through phases before they finally begin to produce. None of this happens overnight. Each phase occurs in its own time and for its own duration. After many days, weeks, and sometimes months, the crop is ready for harvest.

The apostle Paul used a farming analogy to encourage the Galatian Christians to not give up but continue doing  good. He reminded them that harvest time will come in its time, and they will see it if they press on.

No matter what others do or don't do, whether you see fruit from your labors or not at present, keep doing good. Maintain a positive attitude, stay the course. In due season, you will reap even as you sowed!

[stevespookington]

Ted Lasso S3E6, Sunflowers. A friendly match takes the team to Amsterdam, where one night out unlocks truths for many.

Or, from sunflowers to Wilde to Whitman to Van Gogh and back to sunflowers once again.

Her Voice

"Oscar and sunflowers are a valid conjunction because perhaps no figure in history has been associated with a single flower as closely as Oscar Wilde was associated with the sunflower in 1882, when he visited the flower’s native America for the entire year." (Oscar Wilde’s Reception in Kansas and the Sunflower Soirée)

"Manufacturers of household items such as wallpaper, paint, and thread created thousands of business cards depicting Wilde in a variety of poses and postures, typically with sunflowers and lilies, the flowers that became his hallmark — he became known as 'The Sunflower Apostle.'" (The Wilde Woman and the Sunflower Apostle: Oscar Wilde in the United States)

Wilde has been mentioned in relation to Ted Lasso before in this interview with James Lance.

Regarding Oscar Wilde, is there any work of his that you would like to be in, any plays or any of the stories of his or even like a you know biographical thing — anything of his that you would like to to be involved in?

I don’t know — all I know is that the most interesting bit of Oscar Wilde’s material that I’ve read so far is the transcript to the court case, the trial, when he got sentenced. I think his last words were as he was walking out the door, “Is there nothing more I can say,” as he was being shunted downstairs for two years hard labor, which was ultimately kind of a death sentence.

Which is the interview that gave us:

In addition, there is a program of one of Wilde's plays in the Van Gogh Museum.

Theatre programme for Raphaël by Romain Coolus and Salomé by Oscar Wilde (Théâtre de l'Oeuvre, 11 February 1896) in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam. In Sunflowers, there will be many truths unlocked.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

No reporters were invited to witness the meeting between Whitman and Wilde. This was a strange choice for two dandyish men who loved self-promotion, but it was a canny one: they would each give separate interviews afterwards, and double the attention they received. In the two hours they’d spent together, both said they’d had a very pleasant time. “One of the first things I said was that I should call him ‘Oscar,’“ Whitman told a reporter afterwards. “’I like that so much,’ he answered, laying his hand on my knee. He seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy.” When Wilde Met Whitman. (and also, A Wilde and Whitman One Night Stand?)

'"Be Curious, Not Judgmental" ― (Not) Walt Whitman. Quoted by Ted during the dart game in season 1.

All is Truth.

In 1888, Vincent Van Gogh wrote of Whitman in a letter, “He sees in the future, and even in the present, a world of healthy, carnal love, strong and frank- of friendship- of work- under the great starlit vault of heaven a something of which after all one can only call God- and eternity in it’s place above this world.” (Traces of Whitman in Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night”)

Sunflowers, study (F377), Oil on canvas, 21 x 27 cm, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

Venus False Sunflower has masses of beautiful yellow daisy flowers with gold eyes at the ends of the stems from early summer to mid fall, which are most effective when planted in groupings. The flowers are excellent for cutting. Its serrated oval leaves remain green in color throughout the season.

Many consider Sundance Kid to be the oldest dwarf sunflower. The small plant reaches a maximum of two feet, and it has semi-double leaves that are red and yellow, with a small brown disc in the middle. Sundance Kid flowers early and is easy to grow. It continues to flower longer than most sunflowers, allowing you to enjoy the beauty they add to your home for a longer time.

“The sunflower is mine in a way.” ― Vincent van Gogh

[weirdcat1213]

Ok now onto trigun and religion before I forget. Someone may have said all of this before lmao

So we all know vash is Jesus and wolfwood is judas, that one is clear for all of us. But I think there's even more funny parallels.

The 12 assassins (ww included) are the 12 apostles yeah but if jesus is vash why are they trying to kill him? So from knives's perspective HE IS jesus and the gun ho guns are the ones helping him, and one of them betrays him.

It's interesting to me than the guy who is literally jesus feels like the worst person ever but the guy who is evil as hell thinks of himself as jeesus who needs 12 little people to spread his message of hate.

Speaking of evil let's talk about the devil, who was first an angel who was casted away. We could say knives vanished himself when he got knowledge of what humans did to tesla...but what would vash be? Would he also be a fallen angel because he found out the truth? I wonder if there's a story of about 2 angels falling together.

Speaking of falling together, we still got Adam and eve. No they're not a couple get out of my house although vash would be eve cuz feminine trauma yes thanks nightow when both vash and knives figured what happened to tesla they didn't literally fall (that's later) but it's true that their paradise breaks. They weren't cast away by God but rem did try to keep them away from the truth like God did.

Speaking of God, who's God in trigun? The plants are clearly meant to be angels and rem is clearly meant to be Mary (had kids without doing the devils tango and was a selfless and nice woman you know the deal). Knives thinks of himself as God and although he says vash is his only equal cuz he's a plant he still sees his brother as someone beneath him. Hell in stampede he straight up calls himself God and calls vash jeesus, implying he is his father, someone above him.

Speaking of implications let's go back to ww being judas again. He is judas cuz he betrayed his mission and values for someone who is a literal opposite of him but again it depends on who's jeesus on your perspective. If knives is jeesus then yeah, wolfwood betrayed him for the Gay Thoughts TM (I'm joking but I'm not actually) and mf paid for it BUT if vash is jeesus then wolfwood didn't betrayed jeesus specifically but himself, and again he paid the price for following someone who was so different of what he knew.

(Ik wolfwood could also be considered as saint nick aka the reason why Santa exists and it would work cuz they both have as their mission to help children and make them happy but you will only find sad gay angst here sorry. Plus idk if saint nick and jeesus have history together)

I may do a part 2 if I think about any other things

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗

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Warnings: blowjob, sex work, vaginal sex, riding, groping, maybe slightly non-con for thomas since he's a bit drunk?, mention of scars, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of reader being called a whore Word Count: 1.5k Genre: Angst? Smut Summary: Thomas appears in your brothel but turns down all your girls, so decide to give him a service on the house Pairings: Owner/sexworker!reader x thomas A/n: Thank you to @vigilante-daredevil for suggesting i watch apostle

A/n #2: *rounds of applause* SHES FINALLY BACK WRITING AGAIN WOOHOO (btw send me a dm or just ask in the comments of this if you want to be added to my taglist, frank fic will be my next piece)

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He had come in quite early on in the evening. From the moment he walked in, you could see something was up with this man. He ordered a whiskey on the rocks and sat in a secluded booth in the shadowy corner of your brothel's bar. As the evening progressed you watched as he turned away at least 5 of your best girls, something you had never seen before. Normally only 1 or 2 of your girls got turned away before the same guy before he settled on a girl which happened to be his type. But this man, he turned every vareity of girl you had away.

Later on, the brothel started to die down, your usual customers started paying for their drinks and leaving, yet there he still sat in the corner. Even from across the room, you could see his eyes had glossed over slightly, as he swirled the orange liquid in his glass. He already had 5 empty glasses scattered out infront of him on the table. You wiped up the bar surface with the rag from your shoulder, before nodding to one the girls who had finished for the night to tend bar for a bit.

You made your way over and sat down next to the mystery man. In a soft voice you got him to look at you. "Hi there my sweetheart, are you alright, you've turned down practically every girl here?" He didn't reply, simply looked away from you and down at his glass, before throwing the remaining liquid down his throat, hissing at the slight sting. His gravelly yet soft voice spoke up suddenly. "I don't have the money for the girls, i was only intrested in the drinks and a quiet spot to drown my sorrows." You gave him a sympathetic look and gently placed your hand on his. "You wanna tell me what has caused you these sorrows that need to be drowned in whiskey?" He looked into your eyes, his were glossy and empty. "I over worked myself, and my wife left me for my brother."

You nodded as he told you before speaking up. "Well how about i give you a sevice to take your mind off of all that." He shook his head. "I told you already madam, i don't have the money for a serv-" You cut him off. "It's on the house." He looked at you slightly shocked, from the few times he had been to a brothel, before being married, they had never so much as lowered their prices, nevermind offer a free service. "Are you sure madam?" You gave him a sweet smile and nodded. "And you can call me y/n." He nodded. "Alright, thank you madam y/n." You stood up and took his hand, leading him to one of the unoccupied bedrooms above the bar.

Once the door was locked, you turned and smiled at the man. "So you got a name mister?" He hung his coat on a peg and undid his shirt. "Thomas, Thomas Richardson." You closed the curtains and sauntered over to him. "Well thomas how about you just lay back and let me take all that stress away for you?" He gave a slight smirk and did so, his shirt now unbuttoned and slightly open, showing a flash of his chest. You unclipped the black and red corest around you midsection letting it fall to the ground. You licked your lips as you crawled onto the bed between Thomas' legs.

You kept eye contact with him as you started planting slow and sensual kisses up his torso, all whilst you fingers unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. You could hear small relaxed noises come from thomas as you pusheded his shirt open further. You continued to plant kisses along his torso before shuffling down and tugging at the waist band of his boxers. As you freed his cock form his boxers which sprang up and hit his lower stomach, precum glazing the tip, Thomas sat up slightly, resting on his elbows and looking down at you. Looking up him ,you pushed your hair back and let some spit drip onto his cock before you took his tip between your pretty pink lips.

Thomas let out a groan as his head tipped back and his hands found their way to the back of your head. You hollowed out your cheeks and took more of him into your mouth. You had to say, he certainly had an impressive size, a good 7 or 8 inches and quite thick aswell. Your hands rested on Thomas' thighs as you slowly began to move your head up and down on his length. He seemed to be quite impaitent however, gathering your hair into a pony tail and pushing your head down slightly further. "Please sweetheart, i need more than that." You smirked and took as much of him as your throat allowed. Thomas held your head in place began bucking his hips ,fucking your mouth and throat. You gagged a few times as spit dripped from the corners of your lips.

Thomas let out a small grunt and occasional whimper with every thrust of hips, and by god did he let you know how heavenly your mouth felt. Soon his thrust became sloppy, his orgasm drawing evidently closer. By now, you were a mess, hair tangled between his fingers, your lips pink and puffy, tears brimming your eyes and spit dripping down your chin. Suddenly Thomas held your head still and let out a loud moan. His cum shot down your throat as you sat back panting. You swallowed the salty liquid and smiled up at Thomas. He helped you up onto the bed and and gently wiped the tears and mix of cum and spit off your face. You smiled and reached under your dress, removing your panties and climbing onto thomas' lap.

You slowly sunk down, letting out a soft moan as he stretched you. Thomas cursed under his breath and bit his lip. You began to swirl and bounce your hips on him as you tipped your head back, moaning in his ear. Thomas' hands snaked their way round your hips and clutched them tightly, digging his fingers into your plump hips. You moaned out his name as your hands slid over his torso, feeling small raised and faded scars underneath your fingertips. Thomas pressed his soft lips where your neck met your chest, as his arms wrapped round you and pulled you closer to him. You tipped your head back as your arms rested on his shoulders ,your fingers tangling in his hair.

You felt him look up at you and met your eyes with his. You see his eyes were filled with lust. "Madam y/n you make me feel so heavenly, i could have you on top of me for all eternity, just feeling you squeeze round me like that." His praising words went straight to your head, making you feel more worthy and beautiful than the "common whore leader" everyone else seemed to see you as. You felt the warm tightness in your stomach grow stronger as thomas starting thrusting up to match your bounces. "So close thomassss" His pretty blue eyes looked up from between your breasts. "Yeah?" You nodded whimering and digging your nails into his back, leaving small cresent shaped indents. Thomas gripped your waist tighter and bit down on your breast as he thrusted harder. Your mind went slightly fuzzy as you felt your orgasm wash through you, followed by the warm feeling of thomas' seed filling you up.

You both slowly came down form your highs and laid on the bed next to each other, the smell of sex and sweat lingering in the air. After a few minutes of silence your turned onto your side and smiled at thomas as you ran a hand over his chest. "Feeling better now mr richardson?" He turned his head to the side to look at you with a smll smile on his face. "Most definetly madam." His arm snaked round your waist and pulled you against him, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back. You were slightly stunned as he did. No other customers did this after their show, normal customers would maybe crack a joke or briefly check on the girls before leaving, but never this. Yet as strange as was, it was still nice, nice to know that someone appriciated you.

You and Thomas stayed like that for about 20 minutes before getting up and helping each other get dressed. You both headed back down to the bar area where only a few drunks and your later girls reamained. You walked thomas to the door before he turned to you. "I'll make sure to come back once i've got the money and i'll pay for your second best service alright?" You looked at him puzzled as you held his hands. "Second best?" A small grin crept onto his lips as he stepped towards you. "Well i've already had the best service madam." With that he planted a soft kiss on the back of your hands and walked off into the night, leaving you stood on the steps of your brothel, stunned, flustered and maybe a bit lovestruck?