#Forgotten Things
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box o' bottles
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Jean, Niri, and Hester
Character designs for a project I’m working on (Called Forgotten Things unless I change my mind). Jean and Hester are creatures called trinkets and stand at about 3-4 inches tall! Niri is a wisp and is just a lil thing. I like them a lot aaa.
[ID: A sketch of two humanoid characters and a much smaller vaguely humanoid character. The two larger ones are labeled ‘Jean’ and ‘Hester’, while the smaller one is labeled ‘Niri’. Jean and Hester both have pointed ears, clawed hands and feet, tails, and sharp teeth. Jean has black skin and dark brown/black curly hair. She is wearing overalls over a sweater, and has a binder clip pulling her hair back. Hester has white skin with dirty-blonde short straight hair. She is wearing a green sweater with brown pants. She has a drawstring pouch for a backpack. Niri is not much more than a small white glowing thing with black eyes.]
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Blank thoughts.
(Seen on a stairwell in Sannomiya)
#photography#japan#street photography#black and white#street photo#original photographers#monochrome#notebook#forgotten things
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I think if you grew up in the midwest and baptist it was mandatory that you had a weird uncle with one of those plaques with the "footprints" story ... This story always felt like a forwarded email ... before emails existed. The whole ending "no that's when I carried you" has a "but who was phone?" quality that ... I guess I can't resist.
At the end of her life an ant saw a shoreline representing her life. along it 12 footprints for the ant-christ walked beside her. But, in the worst parts of her life there were only 6! "Why did you abandon me O ant-christ in my hour of need?" "Abandon you, Sister? No, that is when I carried you."
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#footprints#footprints in the sand#christian copypasta#forgotten things#for ants#ants#insect#bugblr#ant#bugs#antposting#jesus
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The Accursed Items by J. Robert Lennon
A bottle of pain reliever, brought along on a business trip, that proves, at the moment it is most needed, to be filled not with pain reliever, but with buttons.
Sneakers, hanging from the power line, with one half of a boy's broken glasses stuffed into each toe.
A Minnie Mouse doll, you found by the roadside, and brought home, intending to run it through the washer, and give it to your infant son, but which looked no less forlorn after washing, and was abandoned on a basement shelf, only to be found by your son eight years later, and mistaken for a once-loved toy that he himself had forsaken, leading to his first real experience of guilt and shame.
Love letters, seized by federal agents in an unsuccessful drug raid, tested in a lab for traces of cocaine, exhaustively read for references to drug contacts, sealed in a labeled plastic bag, and packed along with a plush bear holding a plastic red heart, into an unlabeled brown cardboard box, itself, loaded into a truck with hundreds of similar boxes, when the police headquarters was moved, and forever lost.
Nude polaroids of a fifteen-year-old female cousin.
An icicle, preserved in the freezer by a child, which, when discovered months later, is thought to be evidence of a problem with the appliance, leading to a costly and inconclusive diagnostic exam by a repairman.
A gay porno magazine, thrown onto a ball field from a car window, and perused with great interest by the adolescent members of both teams, two of whom meet in the woods some weeks later, to reproduce the tableaus they have seen, leading to a gradual realization that they are in fact gay, an incident, the memory of which causes one of the two, when he is well into a life that is disappointing emotionally, professionally, and sexually, to fling a gay porno magazine out his car window, as he passes an occupied ball field, on his way to what will be an unsuccessful job interview.
A biscuit, crushed into the slush of a Kentucky Fried Chicken parking lot.
The orange tobbaggen, whisking her to her death.
A resume, that portrays its author as utterly unqualified for the position for which she has applied, but which, because it smells good, leads its reader, a desperate, experientially undernourished middle-manager at an internet-based retail corporation, to invite her into the office for an interview, which, although further portrays the applicant's complete unsuitability for the job, provides the middle-manager with a physical impression to complement the good smell, which impression is intensely exciting, forcing him to hire her as a supplemental secretary, much to the bafflement, chagrin, and eventual disgust of his extent secretary, who, during her employer's lunch hour, removes the resume in question from his files, and personally delivers it to the CEO, and is with the CEO when he barges into the middle-manager's office, and finds the unsuitable supplemental secretary standing beside him, crying silently with her dress half-off, while he sits in his reclining office chair, sweating profusely, and holding a plastic letter opener in a threatening manner.
The houseplant, that will not die.
Fifty pairs of old blue jeans, found at second-hand clothing stores, and brought at great expense, on a trip to eastern Europe and the former Soviet republics, where rumor had it, old blue jeans could be sold for a lot of money, but where this was no longer true, as so many previous visitors had heard the same rumor, and done the same thing, creating a glut of old blue jeans, which were not even all that stylish there anymore, and causing the entire trip to be ruined by the necessity of hauling around these huge suitcases full of other people's jeans, which smelled kind of bad, as if those other people were currently wearing them.
The urine sample, produced for the cancelled doctors appointment, and forgotten in the back of the fridge.
My eyeglasses, covered with a thickening layer of dust that I never seem to notice, and simply adjust to, until, at last, I clean them out of habit, and discover a new world, sharp and full of detail, whose novelty and clarity I forget about completely within fifteen minutes.
Your signature, rendered illegible by disease.
#bullets#text#texts#writings#journal#words#things#random things#the accursed items#forgotten things#bullet journal
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Aster’s Reference Page (with Pebble)
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I sometimes wonder if Two-Face ever drops his coins when flipping it, sure he isn’t infallible especially with a effed up left side face. I bet when it does the batfamily helps him and treats him with patience after all that’s their father’s former bestfriend
Two-Face: Nightwing, your fate shall be decided by my coi— ah shit I dropped it.
Red Hood: for fucks sake, get on with it already!
Tied up Nightwing: …
Robin: it rolled over there *points at the couch*
Two-Face: *bending down and struggling to reach underneath the couch*
Red Robin: here let me help you harvey
Robin: here I found it *gives a cent*
Two-Face: No! That’s just a regular cent mine was customized I had to pay hundreds of dollars for it to have skulls and—
Red Robin: wait is it one of those coins from youtube that has like cool art that has secrets you can do like press small buttons and open up a compartment?
Spoiler: that’s awesome, does yours do that? then I’ll help look for it
Two-Face: No—
Red Hood: you got scammed dude
#they all struggle to lift up the couch#proceeds to call batman#at the end of the night they all forgot why they’re there#dick is left tied up and forgotten#batman#batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne#jason todd#dc comics#red robin#robin#red hood#nightwing#harvey dent#twoface#spoiler#stephanie brown#added things to it lol
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Percy “Has Been Waiting to Use This Meme as an Excuse” Jackson, and Annabeth “Never Seen a Meme” Chase
#this has probably been done before but#i enjoyed making this silly thing this morning#also is annabeth aware of memes in the show???? annabeth how will you bond with Percy#he definitely has a hyper detailed Minecraft world#anyway#pjo series#pjo tv show#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#annabeth chase#fanart#pjo comic#my art#I’ve been really enjoying the show!! i need to reread there’s so much I’ve forgotten
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surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024
#my art#yuri on ice#yuri!!! on ice#yoi#fanart#katsuki yuuri#victor nikiforov#victuuri#yoi fanart#this was the secret 4th thing that lost the poll jdsfgsdfjj#id been thinking about doing a tribute since getting that one ask but i didn't anticipate how Into it i would get once i started#the way i flew through this piece .. just over 1 day??? insane#yuri is /that/ ingrained in my muscle memory#I was looking at refs and ?? id forgotten how wild this show was#we just got all of that?? a pole dance a proposal a kiss a pair skate....and it was ALL canon? incredible#AND YEAH UNPROMPTED HISTORY MAKER PLAYS IN MY YT MIX#dean fujioka jumpscare#also looking back at my old yoi pieces was so wild. that ws really 8 years ago huh.#little bit of an ego boost looking at how far ive come#but also im just grateful idk sry 2 b sappy on main#i hope 16 year old me is happy that i did this bc im happy i did this#edit bc i forgot a bunch of white outline i am a fraud
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tim drake is the type of guy to drop random lore then walk away.
tim: ugh i hate baseball, it’s like, when you have to play it in order to save a whole planet once, every game after seem boring
dick: that’s not…
tim: only downside to that was how we almost totaled barts brand new spaceship
dick: what spaceship??
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tim: oh, hi mom
shiva: hello timothy, how are you? still keeping up with your training i take it?
bruce: mother? she’s not your —
shiva: let’s spar then timothy, let’s leave it strictly non lasting injuries, i don’t rather feel like dying by your hand again today
tim: of course!! ^-^
bruce: again?
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tim: man i forgot to take my meds again
duke: your meds for what?
tim: i have no spleen, so i have to take probiotics, it really is manageable but i dont know where those pills went
duke: i’m almost scared to ask, tim, how did you lose your spleen?
tim: weird spider dude, it was a whole thing
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tim: you talk a lot of shit for someone who got replaced as heir to your immortal grandfathers empire by me
damian: you what!?
tim: i regularly beat his ass at online chess every week too, and i don’t think you’ve seen him since he stole your corpse
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tim: here
jason: what’s this?
tim: a box of all the photos i took when i obsessively stalked you for your entire tenure as robin
jason: thanks?
tim: you’re welcome, bye!
jason: … creepy ass kid…
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steph: so how did you to get together?
bernard: well —
tim: i saved him from a getting cut open by chaos monster cult members
bernard: yep, i was rescued from being a vessel for a greek god, and we just really clicked afterwards
steph: well, it’s better than the brick
#i’ve forgotten cass- but let’s be honest she already knows all of the tim lore#the whole lady shiva mom thing is just a silly little thing of my own creation#you can’t tell me tim didn’t see a woman who spends more time with him (even if it’s spent fighting) than his actual mother#and didn’t immediately imprint like a baby duckling#dc#robin#tim drake#red robin#nightwing#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batman#jason todd#red hood#damian wayne#duke thomas#the signal#signal#stephanie brown#spoiler#batgirl#bernard dowd#timbern
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Found this in the woods do you think i would i be cursed if i took it?
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Forgotten Friendship is the best piece of MLP media no substitutes. It's a gift that keeps on giving
#sunset shimmer#trixie lulamoon#forgotten friendship#pony posting#that special has so much good shit on it#the fact that things are so bleak that sunset has to rely on TRIXIE OF ALL PEOPLE#is fucking hilarious#equestria girls#mlp#ah forgotten friendship is the BEST.#my little pony#has every good thing#gen 4#mlp fim#twiset scitwi somehow suntrix lmao#incredible#AND wallflower blush one of the most interestin antagonists
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Hiding place…
#photography#japan#original photographers#iphone photography#my photos#aesthetic#forgotten things#abandoned#out for a walk
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Fire (part 4)
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(Spade Pirate Sabo AU Masterpost)
We're finally here!!!!!! BABY'S FIRST FIRE FIST!!!!!
MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @where-does-the-heart-lie for writing the broad strokes of this 4 chapter arc!!!! it's been absolutely amazing having you as both a beta reader and a sounding board for comic ideas! thanks for being here since pretty much the very beginning :DDD
I've had this chapter sketched out since 2 months ago...... at long last it can see the day of light......
#spade pirate sabo au#sabo#portgas d ace#one piece au#sabo: fuck around and find out huh? yeah sure i can do that#i feel like over the past month or so of making halftone comics ive just forgotten how to draw fire#also for the color. you can thank loopey's fishbowl comic for being so gorgeous that it inspired me to color again#just this though. going forward i think im going to save color for the big things lmao
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Original concepts for Forgotten Things
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