#Forgotten Notes

[nyokuro]

Imagine Zoro gets captured, by the truth-truth fruit user (you can't lie), his torture/interrogation is broadcast for the Strawhats to see/hear:

"What is Strawhat Luffy's weakness?"

"Meat. His temper. His nakama"

"Meat?"

"He's a glutton."

"Then what's your weakness?"

"My blind spot. My pride. Sanji."

"Vinsmoke Sanji? Why?"

"I love him."

A cruel smile, "And does he love you?"

A sad pause, "No".

More cruel laughter.

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Later, when Sanji arrives to rescue Zoro:

"You may have the truth-truth fruit, but you don't know shit about facts. Ask me what you asked Zoro."

"Are you in love with him?"

"Absolutely". And then Sanji kills the guy. Happy ending.

~~~

Soo... Yeah... Do you ever go through your forgotten notes to see what you've written and forgotten? Here's one I found that I wrote out at 5am apparently according to the time stamp. It's cute so I shared, but I don't plan to expand.

[ghost-hawk]

When I dated my exboyfriend in highschool, i previously had a crush on a teammate. He was straight, and he would help me learn work out routines. I thought he was the nicest and coolest guy at school.

I embarrassed myself hanging out with him and our mutual friends and was too afraid to talk to him again.

He's married now, I hope happily.

A long time has passed, no point in me re-opening my unrequited feelings.

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

How we feelin today

[bryan-aiello]

Cave Engineering isn't for Suckers.

"🕯️ Hector, the daring speleologist, awakens with amnesia in a mysterious cave, chasing answers hidden amidst ancient knowledge. Facing perilous acidic slugs, he wields magic to build a wall! 🚀 Read the thrilling #FantasyFiction adventure here:

Hector, the caves speleologist, wakes, forgetting for a brief moment where he must have fallen asleep. It’s the smell that reminds him. The ten-thousand-year-old stench of rotting paper and dust. In his left hand, a quill, still dipped in the spilled ink bottle. The ink is already dry and on top of much already spilled from the eons of patrons doing exactly what Hector is doing, looking for…

[ghosttoastx]

Three Inks from various fics I really like :3!!

Posting this as a means of letting people know I’m not dead lmao

Moap!Ink & Ftfo!ink by Im_Sorry_Buddy

Perseverance!Ink by @pastelaspirations

[jesuistrestriste]

dom!art still taking the strap like a p★rnstar.

cw (18+) : teasing dom!art, eager-to-please sub!reader, brief fingering, choking, pegging, spitting in mouth, handjob, general filth

art pushes his face into the mattress as your soft, willing tongue laps slickly over his hole from behind, his left hand reaching back to grab your shoulder and squeeze it with everything he’s got. he rocks his hips against your mouth and keens when he feels you whimper into his flesh.

“f-fuuuck,” he shudders, “you’re so greedy for me, aren’t you? do i taste good?”

all you can do is nod, too immersed in his taste and his smell and his dirty language. he laughs lowly in response and then hisses like he’s in pain—even if he’s feeling quite the opposite—when you begin to ease two fingers into his tight entrance without permission. you usually have to ask in order to touch any part of him, as he likes the sense of control and you like knowing that your movements are dependent on his say-so, but it just feels like the right moment to open him up. (he’d been prepped perfectly already with just your licking, his cock hard and hanging heavily between his thighs.) he bites at the sheets, the feeling of you beginning to curl the pads of your phalanges down into his prostate punching a broken whine from his lungs. warm spit clings to his bottom lip and chin as he releases the fabric from his teeth to sit up a bit and look over his shoulder. he looks annoyed.

aroused beyond belief, but annoyed.

“that’s enough—no more, or i wont last long enough to take you. come lie down,” he pats the pillows near the top of the bed, “and tighten the harness, it’s slipping.”

you scramble to your feet, easing your touch from his core, and wipe your face with the back of your other hand before you pull at the polyester straps of the strap-on enough to keep it secure. art sprawls himself out on the bedding for just a moment; he lets you stare at his toned, flushed, willing body while you move to lay your frame down. he crawls on top and straddles you afterwards. maneuvers to smush his shaft against the faux rubbery one underneath him. he moans when he frots with it—grinding his leaking tip against yours with even, teasing thrusts. he does it until he starts to shake, his limbs locking up with an impending climax, only to pull back and begin to sit over the dildo without needing your despairing whine as a prompt. your brow pinches reflexively as you watch him devour the inches, one after the other.. he’s a pro by now, but it never ceases to amaze you. he bucks against the fullness. you wonder if it’ll bulge his tummy this time like his dick bulges yours when he’s inside. the way he starts to bounce on it interrupts your flow of thought. he’s slow at first, then ravenous with it. you’re sure that every motion is hitting that special spot in his walls.

“you look like a mess.. and i’m the one getting fucked,” he snickers between whorish groans and whimpers, his hands finding your throat and gently squeezing the sides under his palms, “you like when i ride you? yeah? just like this? fuck, shit—open your mouth—“

you do as you’re told.

is there any other way to respond to him when he gets like this?

you do what he wants you to do, or you don’t get the satisfaction of pounding him until he’s gone mushy in the head. it’s a transactional process that you’re more than willing to work through.

as soon as your jaw is slacked, your eyes fluttering, he leans in and purses his pout. a glob of his saliva is slowly spat over your tongue like sugary honey. you can hardly take it. your hands fist the sheets and you writhe beneath his weight at the viscous fluid dulling your senses. the flavor is so him, slightly minty from the gum he always chews. he taps the underside of your chin when he’s finished letting it drip. he licks his bottom lip to be rid of the remnants.

“swallow.”

and you do—you want nothing more. he sits upright again and splits himself open harder on the toy bound to your pelvis. each time he slides down it, you get to watch as his abdomen curls and his blonde locks are strewn about his forehead. he tightens his hold on your neck just enough to remind you who’s really in charge, and his length jumps in response to the resulting look that crosses your face. you mewl when it dribbles glassy precome like a river; it glosses over the throbbing vein running down the underside of it. a sound that’s a mix between a shout and a sob then escapes his chest.

“god, i’m close,” his hips stutter in their efforts, his blue eyes shielded by low lids, “c’mere—“

he takes one of his hands from your body and reaches it down to take one of yours that’s still grasping at the sheets. he guides your limp fist to wrap around the base of his cock, keening as he starts to hump it.

“touch me—jerk me off.. fuck.. that’s it—that’s good—don’t stop.. beg me to come for you..”

the heat in your gut swells and contracts in time with his noises and his movements, your hand pumping him quickly to aid his consumption of the pleasure he’s being abundantly given. your thumb swipes over his tip, you can tell it aches. he jolts forward at his sensitivity, dazedly moving both of his hands to your chest for leverage, and you dig your heels into the mattress to help you rut up forcefully into his ass. he almost screams.

you beg. you slur out a multitude of pathetic, indulgent sentences that spur on the wave of ecstasy about to crash into his figure. ‘please, come on my strap’ and ‘i’m begging you to let it all go for me, let me watch you lose it’.

it does the trick. in fact, it does it perfectly. everything snaps.

he topples forward with a sudden wail; brows furrowing and thighs quaking and back arching in an unbelievably filthy manner. his legs begin to close as the pleasure floods in and squirts from his erection in several bursts—the ropes coat your fingers and dribble over his stomach like fresh milk. still riding the toy, he digs his calloused touch into the sides of your torso, his fingers moving there in the midst of his orgasm. he hangs his head as he pants.

“fuck, i’m coming,” he gasps, growling afterward as if the sensations are causing his hair to stand on end, “keep stroking me, i’m still—yeah—god, you’re my favorite way to get off..”

you can tell that he means it, that the intoxicating effect of his release isn’t making him drunk enough to be insincere. you pump him until he seizes up and starts to hiccup. when the overstimulation becomes too much, he drops himself on top of you in a boneless heap; a sweaty, spent, satisfied mess of a man. the strap-on is still buried in his heat, and his cock is softening rapidly, but he shows no sign of moving anytime soon.

he reaches up quietly and cups your cheek, brushing his nose against it. you can feel him swallow down a jumble of words before his final ones sound out lowly and tenderly.

the way you like them, and the way he knows you need them.

“good job.. you did so well for me, thank you. give me a few, and then i’ll let you have what you really want.”

there's no need to place any bets on his integrity; you know he’ll keep his promise.

he always does.

tags : @voidsuites @asheepinfrance @fawnnpaws @artstennisracket @andyrambles @imperishablereverie @ghostgirl-22 @lexiiscorect @cha11engers @patricksbf @newrochellechallenger2019 @pittsick @blastzachilles @oncefaist

[trashyshrew]

i’m sorry the horrors have you in a chokehold! can i suggest some uncharacteristically tender face touching for lawlight?

better late than never?

[random-cockroach]

And coloring based on @thegunnsara 's sketch

[ritelli-main]

Lady Lolth!

[1071png]

blorbo from my ttrp novels

somehow, every time i draw him he looks more moe but i cant help myself..

[zaahvi]

the next two of my evanuris designs: june and sylaise! their outfits are so much more colourful than the twins' it's actually hilarious to me. again additional design notes are below the cut :)

my other designs: dirthamen & falon'din • andruil & ghilan'nain • falon'din ii • geldauran

so, as with the twins, i realised june and sylaise are like two sides of the same coin, and to show that i wanted their overall themes to be similar but to take each of their designs in two different ways. june, having being credited with making eluvians, seems more of the artificer/tinkerer type, and therefore more chaotic and experimental; while sylaise, the architect credited with building elvhenan's cities, is orderly and more of a perfectionist.

first off, june. when i say he's chaotic i mean it like... he seems chaotic to everyone else but to himself he's just doing things in a particular way that works for him. picture someone who wears odd socks everyday just because they pick the first two from the top of the drawer and didn't even notice they're not matching - that's him. are you staring in horror at one of his feet having the toes out while the other is fully armoured? well, he doesn't care and probably hasn't even noticed, sorry. honestly the only reason that his outfit even has some semblance of style is because sylaise wouldn't let him in public otherwise.

anyway, soo for each evanuris i try to think of a trait that'll make them look unique, because even though they're "just" elves, i want them to look special because they are proclaiming themselves to be gods after all. i didn't think june would alter his appearance to simply look cooler, BUT he would make enhancements to help with his work, hence the arcane prosthetic (it was originally supposed to be mechanical when i first drew the busts 2 weeks ago but this idea made more sense tbh). his face was also looking a little bare though, so i gave him the lyrium affected eye (ik his body is made of it, so i figured he wouldn't get poisoning, but it would still affect him physically). the lens he is holding is a lyrium lens that he can put on his other eye to even his vision, and he has another orange-tinted lens for his affected eye.

okay, onto sylaise, who was a little easier to figure out! i always had this image of sylaise in my head of someone who just is so stunning and stylish that she completely steals the show everytime she's in the room (see the "song for sylaise" and her mask codex). she's also an architect - an artist, a designer, who built elvhenan's cities which were gorgeous as hell, so she definitely has high standards - and being a conceptualiser, she doesn't do much practical work so a long gown fit her perfectly. i chose a palette of red/orange/yellow (because fire) which worked nicely with the browns and golds. it's a smoother colour palette that contrasts june's. her gown also uses more rounder shapes and floral motifs, while june's robe has sharper edges and the motifs are instead embroidered on.

also yes i believe in short king june <3. well... actually i wrote him down as 6'3'' which is tall to most of us lmao but to the evanuris he's the shortest. sylaise here is 6'8'', the third tallest of the whole bunch (only elgar'nan and andruil are taller than her) :)

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @thefallenangel2008 @ravmycupine

just wanted to add some thoughts to the memory vial/brain dead au (or whatever we're calling it)

because of course ford's guilt about using the memory gun on stan is so much worse than it is in canon, not just for the obvious reasons but also because like

this wasn't the plan

Stan agreed to have his memories erased—of course he did, the whole thing was his idea. But he didn't know he was going to die. Granted, I feel like Stan probably still would've been willing to make that sacrifice if he had known that. But I don't think Ford would've.

Ford just thought he was turning his brother into an amnesiac, and even then he almost couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. And of course he knew it was going to hurt, having Stan look at him like he's a stranger, but at least that's the outcome he was preparing himself for.

He was not prepared to see Stan's body topple over on its side, his unblinking eyes staring blankly ahead. Ford rushes to his brother's aid, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to rouse him, calling his name (except, he wouldn't know his own name anymore, would he?). Stan's not moving. He's not breathing. Oh God, he's not breathing. Ford glances at the memory gun on the ground next to them, and horror washes over him as he realizes what he's done. The gun erased more than just memories, it erased everything. Stan's brain was a floppy drive and Ford was the magnet, wiping it clean and leaving it broken beyond repair.

No, no, this wasn't the plan. Time to call off the con. This wasn't supposed to happen. Stop, cut, abort mission, abort mission!

But it's too late. What's done is done, and he can't take it back.

Oh God, I killed him.

Sobbing now, Ford mutters choked-out apologies, first to Stan's body as he holds him tight—and again at his grave after he's buried. And the apologies start up anew every time he visits.

As the years go on, Ford is haunted by all the what-ifs that might've saved his brother's life. What if he had thought to type "Stanley Pines memories" into the memory gun instead of just "Stanley Pines", would it have kept his essential brain functions intact? Hell, what if he typed in "Bill Cipher"? Would that have been enough to kill the bastard and still let Stanley keep most of his memories and, more importantly, his life?

Ford doesn't know the answer to that question. And he'll never know. Because as much as he longs for it, he'll never have that chance to go back and do it differently.

[jojo-schmo]

Forgotten Land Roleswap: Hero Height Refs!

[green-cargaytions]

one thing about me is that i enjoy stuffed animals of animals that are not usually made into stuffed animals

[lucabyte]

Happy PMD Red is on NSO day. Sadly I don't think King the Skitty and Muse the Cyndaquil will be returning to finish up their adventure regardless.

[rryurei]

Finally drew fanart for FTFO and MOAP! If you haven’t read these, please do so. They are AMAZING.

They can be found on AO3 as For The Forgotten Ones and Memories of a Protector.