#forgive me!

[sizzy-is-my-otp]

ATTENTION ALL FICTION PODCAST FANATICS

I recently got into podcasts cuz of my friend and I need some new ones aaaa. Fiction and Humor are a must and if they have great characters, that's even better. So far I've listend to: - Wolf 359 - The Bright Sessions - The AM Archives - The College Tapes - ars PARADOXICA - Zero Hours - 36 Questions And I currently have these on my list: - Forgive me! - ARDEN - Think Fast Bonus points if they have any of the w359 cast in them cuz I go crazy when I hear their voices in random places :)

#wolf 359 #w359 #the bright sessions #the am archives #the college tapes #ars paradoxica #36 questions #forgive me! #arden podcast #Think Fast podcast #fiction podcast #zach valenti #michaela swee <3 #michelle agresti #zach libresco #lauren shippen #noah masur #emma sherr-ziarko #guys please I am so normal about w359 #audio drama

[infamous-if]

Posted a Part II sneak peek for both Fan and Band Member tiers on Patreon ^^ Enjoy.

#patreon #ramblings #might be a bit quiet as I work on Part II and this G POV #forgive me!

[thatpodcastkid]

I’ve listened to a lot of comedy podcasts, but nothing has made me laugh as hard as hearing “Hey pops” straight off the bat from a sixteen year old going to confession for the first time 10 seconds into the episode. It was just so immediate. So unhinged. The kids on this show have such insane balls, there has never been a teenage episode that wasn’t absolutely hilarious. I was literally driving down the parkway in the middle of the night laughing alone in my car it was so funny.

Anyway, anyone raised Catholic should listen to Forgive Me if you want to laugh at stuff that isn’t funny and cry at stuff that isn’t sad.

#Forgive Me! #forgive me #forgive me pod #podcasts #audio drama #audio comedy #comedy podcasts #Catholic guilt #Father Ben

[jarrows]

you've inspired me to finally learn to draw backgrounds/scenes, thank you for all the wonderful art, i hope you have a good new year :)

Thank you so much!! That is such a kind thing to say, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your words — particularly because I feel like I still have a lot to learn in that arena myself.

In my experience, the great news about backgrounds is: almost everything that makes up a background is a LOT easier to draw than a human person. So, if you already have some familiarity with drawing a person, I promise that with a little bit of practice, constructing backgrounds will be easier than that.

The flip side is you have to learn perspective, especially if you want to draw man-made environments. But don't be intimidated if you're just starting out on that journey! It's a lot less complicated than it seems, and even learning only the absolute basics will get you a long, long way. All it takes is practice 💪

A few resources that have been particularly useful to me is Thomas Romain's notes on perspective and Steve Lieber's explanation of Andrew Loomis's trick for "hanging" figures on a horizon line.

#friend i am so sorry it took me ten thousand years to respond to this extremely kind ask #apparently i am simply pathologically incapable of posting to this website consistently #forgive me! #ask

[whinlatter]

Hello..hope you’re doing very well!!! Any sneak peeks in to chapter 13 that we can get?

You don’t know HOW curious I am in the wait for this! AFAGAHSHSJ

hello! funny you should ask - i was going to post something about this very q today, so v good timing on your part. (thank you for asking + caring!) the headlines are: i have no sneak peeks, but i do have an update, and also another little thing i'm going to post tonight that hopefully will take the edge off the update and lack of sneak peek...

basically - i'm having to pause writing chapter 13 just for a little while. i'm submitting my phd in mid-march, and while i am buzzing to be nearly done with it and to be coming to the end of a long (long) road, i am in full madwoman mode knuckled down trying to get that done and dusted and over the finish line. for that reason, i've pushed back writing and posting chapter 13 of beasts, and am planning to put it out in the second half of march. quite a lot of chapter 13 is already written, but it needs to be filed away and not touched til the diss is out of my hair, for my sanity, hence the delay. i'm so sorry to have gone off schedule these past couple of months (we were doing so well!), but diss must come first. i am already v v v much looking forward to getting back on track once this next life chapter is over and having more time for fun writing rather than footnote wrangling.

what i do have, by way of bribe/apology, is a new little hinny drabble called the room at the top of the house (update: now posted on ao3!) it's a harry pov missing moment set in the christmas chapters of beasts that i wrote ages ago and found on the google drive and tidied up over the weekend. it's sad and horny and a bit nsfw and basically me trying to pay you all off and get you to forgive me for delaying chapter 13 by giving you harry pining his socks off. i had planned to post tonight anyway, so it'll be yours v shortly. hope you like it!

i hope this is all ok! if i'm a bit absent here til march, you know where i'll be (hunched over the laptop compiling a bibliography). lots of love and looking forward to sharing more of beasts very soon xxx

#beasts #forgive me! #bribe coming shortly #if only i could bribe my advisor with smut too smh

[skyfullofpods]

319 is Forgive Me!

Religious sitcom. The young Father Ben is St Patrick's new priest. As he settles in and gets to know his new congregation, we learn about the community through their confessions - which are sometimes very unexpected.

Three seasons for a total of 29 episodes, and several bonus and crossover episodes. Currently between seasons.

#forgive me! #random podcast recommendations #audio fiction #audio drama #podcasts #podcast recommendations #podcast recs

[thesleepyfable]

I have art block so here's some terrible Mystery Skulls expression meme. From here.

#My Art #Mystery Skulls #Mystery Skulls Animated #Lewis Pepper #Vivi Yukino #Arthur Kingsmen #Mystery #First time drawing Mystery #Forgive me! #Expression Meme

[haveyouheardthispodcast]

#Forgive Me! #Forgive Me #poll #fiction

[your-fave-is-just-a-lil-guy]

Is Father Ben from Forgive me! a silly little guy????

Father Ben from Forgive Me! is just a little guy!

#bro is a door #father ben #forgive me! #forgive me #forgive me father ben #your fave is #submission

[laf-outloud]

@l444uryn spring is here 🎀

A new, old-ish pic! Jared and Gen with a fan at SXSW!

#jared padalecki #gen padalecki #jared with a fan #gen with a fan #sxsw 2023 #if this is a repeat #forgive me! #I can't remember seeing this pic before

[squishablesunbeam]

The Palette Pt. 12: The Light

Prev. Next

This was meant for whumptober but I have no self-restraint so here we are!

TW: dehumanization, objectification, whumpee as an object, noncon touching, stress position, off brand bbu, WRU facility, human furniture

Handler Wallace strolled into O12's room. The boy must have scrambled off of his little mattress in the corner the moment he heard the beep of the keycard accessing the door because he was already on his knees, head bowed.

Wallace took a minute to observe the boy.

This was delicate work. It lent itself to a certain philosophical approach to conditioning that Wallace truly enjoyed. How does one completely dissolve another of their sense of self, their identity, their personhood, all while keeping the mind intact? The boy couldn't simply stand in the corner being moved around like a puppet on strings. No. He needed to willfully obey. In order to attain full obedience, you had to first attain some level of acceptance of their situation, of their new reality.

Wallace believes he might be close with O12.

Something integral to the boy's self concept shifted only a few days ago. Wallace was excellent at his job but even he couldn't quite pinpoint the causal factor that facilitated the change in O12. Wallace went from training a human being how to behave as an object to allowing an object the privilege of being used. The difference was striking and it seemed to occur overnight.

His other subjects were obedient, sure, but this one, this one was eager. Whatever broke in his brain made him strive to be the perfect little object he could be. It reminded him of the Romantics that would eventually beg to be fucked. This boy wouldn't beg of course, objects certainly didn't have any wants or needs, but he still became damn near desperate to be used.

The boy had received his object assignment a few weeks ago. A painter's palette of all things. Wallace might consider his work art but he certainly wasn't an artist. Plus, there was only so much paint he could fling at the kid. So he decided to focus on the basics; endurance, pain tolerance, stillness, total silence.

"You ready to be a useful today, palette?"

The boy actually had the gall to give him a small smile and a quick nod of his head.

"Up."

The boy went willingly, with only a small whimper escaping him as he stumbled along on aching legs from yesterday's lesson, trying to keep up with Wallace's long strides.

Wallace pushed open the door to his office, not bothering to turn on the overhead light, and pointed to the floor beside his large desk.

“Right there, position 7.”

The boy immediately complied. He took up position, feet slightly apart, wrists crossed behind his back and stood ramrod straight. He was clearly trying to control his breathing and his chest was flushed a pale red, whether that was from fear or excitement, Wallace couldn't tell.

Wallace grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair and dragged his head back as far as it would go.

“Open.”

O12 dropped his mouth open immediately.

Good.

Wallace leaned in and whispered into the object's ear, “You don't move an inch from this exact position until this light goes out. You hear me?”

The boy didn't nod or whine or attempt to say yes sir. A palette has no need to speak. He held himself perfectly still.

Wallace flipped on a single, battery powered light bulb, illuminating the room in a bright white light. He placed the bulb in the boy's open mouth, feeling the slight resistance as it settled against his tongue. The light cast an eerie shadow so close to the kid's face, diluting his pupils to nothing but pinpricks.

He watched the boy's breathing speed up even faster, his teeth clinking lightly against the medal part of the bulb as he let it settle into his mouth, finding the best way to hold it for as long as possible.

That was the only movement from O12. It was acceptable.

He released his hair and the boy didn't move, keeping his face pointing straight up to the ceiling.

Good.

Wallace watched him carefully for a few minutes. Examining his posture and the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing evened out. If he could cease that movement as well, achieve absolute stillness, the boy would be perfect.

Wallace pulled in a deep breath of his own and nodded once in approval, taking a seat at his desk. He sipped his now cooling cup of coffee and got to work. There was a mountain of paperwork for him to tackle today.

-

Wallace didn't miss the small flinch that rolled through the boy's body when someone knocked at his office door, pulling the kid back from wherever he retreated to in his mind in order to endure the endless hours of stillness.

He made a small check mark on the paper by his right hand. Strike one. Not bad.

“Come in!”

Lewis sauntered into the room and immediately huffed out a surprised breath.

“Fucking hell, Wallace. I'll never get used to this.”

Wallace barely looked up from his paperwork, “You need something?”

Lewis bodily shook himself and dropped a few files on top of the large pile, “These need approval before we go ahead with the new changes to the program.”

“Fine.”

A few moments past and Wallace finally looked up to see Lewis just standing there, staring at O12.

“Did you need anything else, Lewis?” A slight smirk tugged as his lips.

Some of the other handlers seemed to think the Object Division was beneath them somehow. Object requests weren't nearly as in demand for certain, but that only led to a level of exquisite rarity that Wallace enjoyed. Plus he knew Lewis. He was a mediocre handler at best. He knew the man could only dream of getting his Romantics to reach this level of absolute obedience.

He watched the man draw in a slow breath.

“Damn, just look at him. How long has he been like that?”

“It,” Wallace corrected.

"What?"

"Not he, it."

“Yeah, right, it. How long?”

Wallace leaned back in his chair and looked at his watch, his eyebrow arching up at the time. He was well overdue for lunch. The boy still had about five more hours before the battery ran out and the light bulb went dark.

“Coming up on four hours now.”

“Jesus. And he, it, wont move?”

Wallace swept his arm out to the boy, giving Lewis the permission he was asking for, “Not if I've done my job.”

He watched Lewis lick his lips and walk slowly over to the boy.

Lewis rubbed his fingers together before lifting his hand and barely touching O12's face, dragging his finger along his upturned jaw and down to his exposed throat. He added some slight pressure, just enough to hear the boy wheeze against his hand. He waited to feel his throat work, swallowing against the fear that always came with a hand around the throat.

Nothing.

“Huh.”

He was accustomed to his pets...reacting, perfectly, in a way they knew he wanted from them. This was something else entirely. His hand continued down to the boy's chest and he pinched at his nipple.

There was a faint tremble of overtaxed muscles just barely vibrating underneath the surface of the skin but that was it.

Lewis watched his face carefully as he twisted harder.

Nothing.

Not a sound.

Not even one of those quiet, involuntary whimpers that seemed to come from deep inside the pets that Lewis loved so much.

He trailed the backs of his fingers over the boy's ribs and then roughly palmed between his legs.

Nothing.

His dick barely even twitched through his shorts. He stroked him a couple times for good measure but the boy didn't move even a fraction of an inch. Nothing beyond what he couldn't control in the slight twitch of his dick against Lewis' hand.

It was intoxicating.

“Jesus," Lewis swallowed thickly, "You should really get a raise, Wallace.”

“Tell it to the boss,” Wallace dismissed him with a flick of his pen, gesturing towards the door.

He finally removed his hand and took a shaky step back, “Fucking perfect.”

Lewis seemed to slowly come back to himself, clearing his throat, he adjusted his pants and headed for the door, not quite turning away from the boy standing in the corner, with his face upturned, a damn light bulb glowing from his mouth, “Yeah, yeah I might. Have a good day then.”

Wallace leaned back in his chair and looked over at O12, a single tear slipping out of the corner of the boy's eye and trailing into his hair.

He tisked, “Almost perfect.”

He placed a second check mark on the sheet.

Strike two.

--

"Jesse? Hey, Jesse?"

The palette blinked its eyes rapidly, trying to erase the bright spot right in the center of its vision.

"Are you okay?"

It slowly became more aware of its surroundings, the walls turning shades of red and orange as the brightness started to fade.

Mark was here. His hand a solid weight on the palette's shoulder.

"I think I lost you for a minute there, Jess. Was it the light?"

Jesse had finally agreed to try to sleep in the other bedroom but the overhead light had blown the second Mark had flipped it on. The palette had been watching Mark change the bulb and then...

It shook its head and blinked hard. It was okay. It was just a light. There was nothing to do.

The room was suddenly much darker.

The palette opened its eyes again to find the bright overhead turned off, only the light from the setting sun streaming in through the open blinds.

Mark turned the palette to face him, his hands gently holding it in place. That was good. Mark was solid, a touchstone. The palette bent its arms and grasped trembling fingers onto Mark's elbows.

It was okay. It was only a memory.

The palette didn't feel the tears until they slipped down its neck, making it shudder where it stood. Why was it crying? It had been good that day. It held the light bulb until it started to flicker and finally went out. It remembered the darkness that followed.

It was still learning back then, it had made mistakes, but it had been a good palette. Handler had said so.

"You are good, Jesse. You're good and you're here with me. You're safe."

It didn't realized it had said any of that out loud.

Safe. It was safe. With Mark.

The palette was so tired of trying to be good.

Fear boiled up into its chest as it went against every instinct in its body, every command it had ever been taught and let itself lean forward. The palette barely touched its head to its master's chest. It waited to be shoved back, pushed to the floor, dragged back to the closet, left alone in the dark. Instead, Mark wrapped the palette up in his arms and pressed its wet face into his clean shirt.

The palette didn't even know what was wrong, but it gripped onto the back of its master's shirt with all the strength it had left to give.

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@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump , @onlybadendings, @canislycaon24, @joeywhumpsitup, @thebirdsofgay, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @whumper-soot, @whumpworld

#I'm taking some liberties with bbu numbering system! #forgive me! #O12 #the palette #dehumanization #whumpee as an object #noncon touching #stress position #flashback #off brand bbu #object designation #whump #human furniture

[andromerot]

my firstworlder mutuals are really into some pictures of hayley paramore williams in a concert that happened in my city and i feel so bad about it because i didnt even know that was happening. i should have been there. for my dykes in the phone

#forgive me!

[loveshotzz]

Just wanted to say love you

Wow, thank you for blessing my asks with these. The bottom one is a personal fave of mine. I love you ziggy 💗😘😘

#i didn’t see this yesterday :( #forgive me! #ziggy ❤️‍🔥 #asks

[asheanon]

🐌 Also, sorry, writing out the whole 🌌🌹💜 thing yesterday fell through (bad night,) BUT... I'll see if I can't make some more progress on it today!

An important note for if and whenever I do post it that I failed to mention previously however: it's on the 🔞 side. I suppose the best way to describe it is the presentation is very much 🔞, but what actually happens isn't. Basically, it should be feasible to present here, but it'll definitely be marked as NSFW/🔞 and hidden under a cut. So, y'all have been warned!

#filling the void 🌌 #with #that little note #I ended up getting carried away in writing that thought out in a bit of a story-esque manner vs. just talking about it #haha! #Ah #forgive me! #Again #It might not happen today #but we'll see #📖🐌

[skyfullofpods]

It's audio fiction Sunday! Among my listens this week was the conclusion of @re-dracula (sob!), the delightful debut of @monstrousproductions' Travelling Light, and Lost Terminal's return!

#audio fiction sunday #audio fiction #audio drama #podcasts #Forgive Me! #Moonbase Theta Out #Re: Dracula #Within the Wires #The White Vault #Electromancy #Thin Places Radio #Travelling Light #Carmilla #Lost Terminal #Grimwell County #Seen and Not Heard

[deep-spacediver577]

#Not sure why I ship them.... #Their dynamic maybe? #forgive me! #Anyway enjoy my frivolous snapshot #LBP2 #LBP3 #Clive Handforth #Eve Silva Paragorica #video game