#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

[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

[marisr3stavrant]

*bangs my head on the wall* fuck it so i lied, there is more to it. Also the Mario there is IHY Mario. I made these a few months ago because I was bored and wanted to make something silly… Also yeah this is just the tragic Mario circle

[gottawhump]

Examination

Mercy

CW/TW: begging, vaguely medical, BBU/WRU, coughing

“May I examine you?”

The new one’s eyes widen. “You’re a doctor?”

“No. I’m the house medic.” She watches him absorb that.

“Will it-will it hurt?”

“No. But I will need to touch you. Is that okay?”

He hesitates, then nods. She warns him what she will do before she does it, but he still follows her hands and her few instruments.

Underweight.

Blood pressure barely hanging onto low-normal.

She can’t mistake the crackle in his chest.

“You have trouble breathing? Sometimes?”

“No. No, I’m fine.” He takes a few deep inhales and exhales, to show her. Then he starts coughing, hard, bending over with the force of it.

When it passes, he looks panicked.

“Does that happen often?”

“N-no.”

“How often does that happen?”

He looks down. “Once, maybe twice a week.”

“More often than it used to?”

He nods.

She knows a few palliative measures, but, “You need to see a doctor.”

“No, please, no, I’ll do better, I can be useful, please,” he babbles until another fit of coughing cuts off his words. When it passes, he gasps out, “Please.”

He’s trembling. He’s not well. The condition worsens with stress, she notes.

“No doctor, for now,” she promises. “But I have to tell Moth.”

He nods, unhappily.

Forgive and Forget taglist: @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @bluetheautisticrat @i-eat-worlds @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @risk606 @taterswhump

[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]

[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!!

[crayycrayon]

thinking about john and noel again. need noel to hold johns hand btw. arthurs blank expression to this information as john freaks out ill literally kill myself

[justasecretflower]

✝️- ミ★𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝟣

With god, even the most deeply rooted hate can be altered into peace.🤍

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Step one- Recognize your grudge, who it’s against and the real reason why.

. You may not like the REAL, raw reason why, but you have to recognize it. You have to take in account all of your feelings toward them and what they did. Not just say what you tell people on why you don’t like said person because it may not be the full, unfiltered reason why.

Step two- tell God everything about it, every little detail and everything you feel, remember, he’s here for you. Jeremiah 33:3

Step three- has this person changed their actions? Or are there any distinct signs of improvement in their behavior?

Yes —-> Be grateful, take deep breaths and thank God for their positive change, this will help you more with moving on.

No ——> Pray for them. The Bible teaches us to not spew any venomous hate out of our mouths but instead, pray for them. It’ll make you feel better.

If yes…..

Now that you know that said person has tried to improve, you should take it as a sign to improve yourself as well. You are a wildflower, let yourself grow. Resentment stops you from that. Know that humans have complex emotions and holding a grudge is sometimes a thing you do subconsciously if the feelings go unaddressed.

No- know that you’re a person of God, his child. When you see that people are growing in God like they should pray for them. It helps you stop holding grudges and learn to have more gratitude for Gods graciousness. If they still hold anger in their heart, pray for them and grace them with the love of God to heal their soul.

Step four- Find stuff in said person that you like. Little or big, doesn’t matter how small. Learn to see the good in every single person. As God has created them as he created you. 2 John 1:6

Step five- create a regular prayer schedule and regularly pray about it. Power is prayer. Trust me, prayer has helped me get out of some really deep holes and a lot of nasty sin, but it did help me love more people and find more peace as well. God is always there for you, a prayer away, and always holding you up strong. Romans 15:13

Step six- stop gossiping about them. Proverbs 18:20, 1 Peter 2:1. This has helped me a ton. Yes, when something that makes you mad/ upset happens the first thing you do is obviously go to God and your friends about it. Once you’ve gotten the venting out of your system there’s no need to speak about it with anyone but God or a mental health professional. No, I don’t mean that you should keep it a secret, but to gossip is a sin, and it’ll hold you back from growing.

Step 7- Mentally be at peace with them in your head, mentally forgive, and be at peace with them. To forgive is a great power, and it holds the upmost amount of peace of mind. Luke 6:35, Ephesians 4: 32, Romans 12:17.

“Never pay back evil with more evil” Romans 12:17. Revenge, spite, are all things of the enemy and will damage your spirit.

Always remember, God is here and.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.”

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[marisr3stavrant]

I’m gonna assume this is a safe place to show off me and my Oomfies ship, Forgive and forget, Basically a ship between The forgiven from TOO LATE and Beta Mario,, we assumed they worked pretty cute together and bond over they’re tragedy, support each other,, if you guys want maybe I will finish this and give the full run down of they’re story I worked on a little on them for the last,,, few months

[gottawhump]

See, now after you filled that prompt, I'm dying to know more about Kolya and Sasha's relationship! How did it start, how did it move on, how did they work together?

First Encounter

Sasha

CW/TW: knife, blood, noncon of a minor (character is 16/17), sex work.

He’s in a hunting mood while he walks through the city. Maybe that’s why he hears the soft whimpering and crying. The sound of prey draws him into the alleyway.

The sounds come from the boy kneeling on the ground, a man gripping his hair, holding a knife to his throat, while the boy’s mouth is around his cock.

The man is too preoccupied to notice Sasha come up behind him, or to hear the click of the straight razor before it’s up against his own throat.

“Let him go,” he growls in the man’s ear.

When he hesitates, Sasha lets the razor graze him a little, a thin line that fills then spills with blood. The man whimpers a little, then opens his hand and lets the knife drop onto the ground.

The boy pulls back and stands up, grabbing up the fallen knife. HE wipes his mouth, then spits on the ground. “Bastard!”

Sasha smiles at that. “Get his wallet.”

He does, opening it and taking out a few bills, then tossing it onto the ground.

Sasha thinks about cutting the man’s throat then and there, but he sees the wary fear still in the boy’s eyes. So he lets him go, scrabbling on the ground for his wallet and then running off. He makes note of his face.

He folds the straight razor and pockets it.

“Thanks,” the boy says. “Do you-do you want anything?”

“Your name.”

“Nikolai.”

“You need a protector, Nikolai.”

“I don’t need a pimp,” he retorts. And then he’s gone, out of the alley and into the city crowds.

Later, Sasha finds the man again and kills him.

Later, he thinks about Nikolai.

Forgive and Forget taglist: @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @bluetheautisticrat @i-eat-worlds @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @risk606 @taterswhump

[positivelypositive]

🌺

the mistakes...

...that you made in the past are just that - mistakes. they do not define you.

the fact that you realise it wasn't right and are actively trying to not repeat it, is proof enough of your growth since then.

those mistakes have helped shape the better human that you are today. don't beat yourself up anymore. it's time to let go ✨

[deathnoblade]

It has been awhile since my last John and Noel drawing so have another one I just finished like an hour ago! I also made some mini sketches below featuring Arthur.

[mudwingprince]

im cooking guys

edit: you guys can have this too

reblogs>likes (i guess??? this is kind of a shitpost)