#Forgive and forget

[timetravelsong]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[akindplace]

the thing about the way some people say you need to forgive and forget that sounds like bullshit is that in many cases the ones who hurt you didn’t even apologize and don’t want to take accountability for their actions. sometimes they even want your relationship to remain the same way where they can still mistreat you and get away with it because you’re supposed to always forgive and forget.

our minds also register the things that hurt us to protect us so the same thing won’t happen again. it doesn’t mean that people can’t move forward with their lives, it doesn’t mean that they have to forgive and forget to let go of the past, to feel like they have moved on. but no one should feel obligated to do so when someone hasn’t even apologized, or even if they did and it still felt like too little, too late - or worse, that they didn’t really mean it when they apologized, and went back to behaving the same way.

[theoakings]

God isn’t asking us to be devoid of feelings. Being hurt is normal. Emotions are good. But holding a grudge, cursing and gossiping about others or seeking vengeance is not.

Think about all the times you’ve hurt God much like that person may have hurt you. He didn’t hold a grudge. He didn’t smite you. He didn’t seek to destroy you. He loved you. So, when your emotions seek to overwhelm you, and you’re constantly being reminded of what they did to you- tell God about it. Journal to Him. Vent to Him. Jesus experienced everything you’ve experienced first. (Hebrew 4:15) Your anger and hurt will not phase Him.

Take a moment to pray for the person or people who hurt you. Pray for their healing—because hurt people often hurt people. Ask God to help you understand their perspective and pray for them to be blessed (even if it stings). Lift them up, asking God to pour His love, grace, and compassion over them. Pray for Him to work in their hearts in a way only He can. Pray for Him to work in your heart to forgive them. The more you do this- the more God will fill you with His Spirit: love. 💗

God bless you🌸💗

[star-struck09]

I hope you never forget me.

[gottawhump]

Spare Parts

064

CW/TW: BBU/WRU (with all attendant warnings), medical whump, sickness, vomit mention, organ trafficking

I didn’t need another character to complicate my plot lines. But I needed to write this.

He would count the days down to his end, if there were days. If he could count.

There’s only white walls and the constant cold white light overhead. There’s the needle in his arm, taped down, giving him the necessary nutrients and hydration.

It drips drugs into him, to make him docile, to make him forget, to make him into the perfect product for sale.

Sometimes there’s a Handler, who makes him walk around the room for exercise, for blood circulation and muscle tone. Sometimes there’s a medic, to refresh the bags hanging on a stand, to check his vitals or take his blood.

It breaks up the monotony, the waiting, the isolation. He almost welcomes their visits. He only dreads the shots. They hardly hurt, a quick prick into an arm or thigh.

But always later he’s feverish, bones and body aching. Sometimes his throat is raw, and he’s glad they don’t feed him because even throwing up the little bile in his stomach hurts. Sometimes his body covers itself with itchy bumps he cannot scratch. Sometimes he sees things, or hears things.

No one comes to comfort him. Somehow he thinks someone should come, to wipe away the sweat, to put a cool cloth on his forehead.

When the sickness passes, they take more blood, checking for “antigens”.

Soon, someone said. He’s almost ready. The buyer wants him.

In other parts of the Facility, parts he failed out of, a buyer, an owner means purpose, love, a way out of cold white rooms.

That’s not for him.

When he’s ready, they will take him out to a larger white room, with brighter white lights overhead. They will put him to sleep and take what they want out of him. He won’t wake up.

He is only spare parts.

Forgive and Forget taglist (because I think he goes here, I may be wrong later): @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @bluetheautisticrat @i-eat-worlds @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @risk606 @taterswhump

[mediacircuspod]

Holy Ghosts Buddy Cop AU Part 4

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | … | 5 (coming soon)

(They take over renting Arthur’s old office and use it as a home base.)

Oscar, holding his head after reading a passage from an eldritch tome: These texts. It’s like they’re built to break the mind. My skull throbs when I read these names.

Noel: Oh shit. Give it here, kid.

Oscar: Detective. Did you not just hear what I said.

Noel: Just give it. *uses his hand to make a grabbing gesture*

Oscar: *rolls tired eyes and hands it to him*

Noel: *reads easily*

Oscar: …

Noel: *oblivious to Oscar staring*

Oscar: … is this not… hurting you?

Noel, looking up: Oh! Nah… The king scrambled me up there so much I figured this would be fine. *smiling ruefully* Turns out I was right.

Oscar: So you’re cursed book proof?

Noel: Yeah, I guess

Oscar: Letting himself be jealous for approximately 5 seconds before pulling out three more books and opening them to pages that made his brain scream and pulling out a notepad: What does this say?

*

(Noel and Oscar driving down the road to lake Crawford.)

Oscar, looking up from the current bestiary he’s been studying: Do you think Daniel expected us to give his car back after leaving Addison?

Noel: For sure, he seems like a tight-laced guy. Probably expected it back a month ago.

Oscar: ….

Noel: ….

Oscar: ….

Noel: … I mean. He would definitely want us to have it while we search for Arthur. He probably doesn't even miss it.

Oscar: *sighs*

*

(getting absolutely wrecked by a monster squid)

Noel, being tightly squeezed by a thick black tentacle: NOTHING IN THAT BOOK COVERED A FREAKING KRAKEN?????

Oscar, using an oar to try and pry the tentacle from Noel: I CAN’T CHOOSE WHAT’S IN THE BLOODY BOOK, NOEL!!!!

Noel, hysterically: IT JUST SEEMS LIKE THIS SHOULD BE IN THE BOOK, RIGHT???

*Oscar giving up on the oar and grabbing Noel’s gun from its holster. He shoots a full clip into the tendril and it lets go, retreating into the water.*

Noel, falling to his knees in the boat and heaving: holy shit… just… maybe it should have… something… about Krakens… right?

Oscar, holding out the gun handle first to Noel: I’ll be sure to lodge a complaint with the long dead madman who wrote it. *turns away to start rowing again*

Noel, whispering: shit.

Oscar, who can't row the boat alone as he literally has one arm: *gesturing to Noel’s oar*… are you?

Noel, nodding too quickly: YEAH. Yeah, of course. *grabs the oar*

_________________________________________

Tagged Peeps: @styrofoamdoor

[arthur-lesters-uvula]

Pisscourse drabble inspired by this

Not beta or proofread, btw. it's a shitpost EDIT: AO3 LINK

Arthur was simply trying to take his natural human function and pee. He was staring off into space, letting the fluid flow out of him and into the bowl when he felt something touching his leg. Instinctively, he jolts, moving his body away.

He stops peeing and looks down. He spots a hand, a fair skinned scard hand reaching out to him. It was John, what in the hell does he want. Arthur bats the hand away and asks.

"What, John?"

"...Can you hold my hand." It sounded like more of a demand than a question.

Arthur blinks, looking at the stall wall that separates him and John.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why."

"It's...scary and feels werid, I don't know how you humans dealt with having this fluid come out of you every day." John says and flexes his hand in a grabbing motion, like a baby wanting to get picked up.

John was like a needy cat, but he never liked doing things alone, including when it came to using the bathroom.

Arthur sighs and places his hand in John's, holding it snug.

"Better?"

"Much."

John says before Arthur hears a concerningly loud stream of piss hit the bowl.

He furrows his brows, "Just how long have you been holding that?"

John's pointer finger twitches, curling itself inward and scratches at the others palm.

"Since I got this body -" a lie.

John sheepishly admits, and Arthur aggressively squeezes his hand.

"What?! How the hell did you not piss on yourself—christ John it's been over a week."

John lets out a full-body shudder and tucks his feet under the toilet seat. His boots dig into the dirty tile floor.

"Okay - not really. The first time was a few days ago when it hurt too much to hold. I washed the clothes and succeeded." John spits out. It was more of a half truth when Oscar found him using fabric softener instead of actual detergent. Oscar actually helped clean and showed him how to wash the clothes properly.

John made(threatened)Oscar swear that he'd never speak a word of this.

"Am I going to have to fucking potty train you? Bloody hell John."

John lets out a werid, sad sound. Something between a dog like whimper and a sigh.

Arthur squeezes his hand once more, gently this time. "Well, it was probably bound to happen eventually. Just do your business and make sure you wipe yourself after." Just like his touch, the tone of Arthur's voice was soft. It reminded John of how he'd talk about Faroe.

John hums and stays silent, the sound of his piss hitting the water echo throughout the bathroom.

Arthur inturn also continues. Thankfully, there's not much left, so he finishes up quickly.

Awkwardly reaching across the stall with his opposite hand, he grabs a thing of toilet paper and rips a small peice off. He dabs the head of his dick with the paper before throwing it into the bowl and flushing.

He hears Johns flow turn into a tirckle before it stops completely. He stays on the toilet seat as he's still holding onto John's hand.

"You done?"

John nods, for a second forgetting thst Arthur can, in fact, not see him before he speaks up.

"I think so? I still feel weird, though..." He trails off. There's something pressing up against his asshole.

Arthur quirks a brow, "Werid how?"

"It feels like something is trying to escape me. There's pressure at my asshole."

Arthur stutters for a second, unable to form sentences in response. There is no way in fucking hell is he going to hold an eldritch entities hand as he shits.

"You're...going number two, taking shit."

"Oh.. Oh. Like that disgusting thing you did?"

"Yup. Now, I unfortunately am not generous enough to sit through this one with you. Just keep pushing until everything is out, John."

Arthur prys his hand away from John's, pulling his boxers and trousers up. Arthur buttons his trousers and fastens his belt.

"But Orthur... I can't do this alone." John whines, attempting to grab Arthur's trouser leg.

"You can, and you will. I'll be outside when you're done, John." Arthur moves away before John could grab him, opening the stall door he makes his way to the sink. He secretly prays that there's no one else coming in.

"Orthur! That's not fair. I need emotional support."

John kicks his feet out and leans back uncomfortably. The pressure is growing stronger.

Arthur begins to wash his hands, ignoring John's pleas and hums a tune.

"How about I send Noel in, hm? I'm sure he'd be more than willing." Arthur offers, John and Noel are close just like them, so it shouldn't be a problem. Hopefully.

John stops his movements, sharp canines bitting at his lips.

"Okay. That's fine. Please tell him to hurry."

Arthur huffs out a muffled laugh and steps out of the bathroom.

thank you to my platonic soulmates @arthur-lesters-tits & @arthur-lesters-slutty-waist for fuelling this. I appreciate you both greatly

[allseeingharlequin]

Only three more until we're at 50 :)

Maybe I should finish those wips...

[positivelypositive]

🌺

forgive yourself...

...because if not you, then who?

nobody can care for you as much as you. we are all responsible for taking care of ourselves and easing our guilt too can come from within.

your mistake is in the past. if you're trying to do better then it's only fair you leave the guilt behind too ✨

[hayatheauthor]

stop making people feel guilty for not wanting to be all-forgiving "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind" they can go blind, they deserve it.

[ae-cha08]

[title-wave-00]

I forgive myself even if I cannot forget the ways in which ive self sabotaged. I forgive myself, even if I am the last person I want to forgive, because grudges are the kind of prison only I can free myself from.

[star-struck09]

Tell me—what do I do to forget you?

[aqua-turbulence]

Rp Request

Please do not react to this post (i.e. liking, reblogging, commenting, etc) unless you are interested in rping and would like me to reach out.

Additionally, if your DMs are closed, go ahead and drop a comment and we can discuss there.

I'm on the hunt for some rp partners. I've found some great ones so far, and am not replacing anyone! Just recasting the net with some edits to what I'm currently looking for, which has narrowed down somewhat for now.

A Little About Me

Pronouns: She/They

Age Range: 20+

Rp Style: Light lit/Advanced lit, 3rd person

Location: My preference is discord but I am open to other locations on request

What I'm Looking For (Fandoms & Ships)

The Magnus Archives (Podcast):

-Jon/Martin

-Peter/Elias

Malevolent (Podcast):

-John/Arthur

-Oscar/Arthur

-Noel/Arthur

-Noel/Arthur/John

Feel free to react to this post or drop a comment if you’re interested in rping and I’ll reach out asap!

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Calling all Jarthur and Forgive and Forget fans to consider “The Summoning” by Sleep Token as John to his loves.

Like come ON!! Come onnnnnnn!!