#dont ask me to explain i Cannot

[calamitouscynic]

losing my shit at work rn over nothing

literally nothing.

[simandy]

Yesterday: rain clouds and thunders. Only a few drops here. No alert on my climate app. Ridiculous storm going on the next city. We got the gov alert. They didn't.

Today: rain clouds and thunders. Heavy rain here. Orange alert on my climate app. Ridiculous storm going on here right above me. Nobody got the gov alert. Anywhere.

Clown country (sertanejo ver.)

[gardenof--eden]

Nico and Drew get along. Some may say that they're even friends

[glamorous-glisten]

*You feel a krill chill run down your spine. Someone is watching you. You don't know where though*

*Then all of a sudden, you're smacked in the face with a Blåhaj*

OH MY GOD-

WHAT

[melatien]

My submission for @aimportantdragoncollector's trioholders event (bonus round)!!

they are at the beach

[real-odark]

oceans doodles cause i am trying to break the motivation bump

[nabaath-areng]

im having the worst body day in a good while in terms of pain but i refuse to lay down. for there lies the road to the devil (mental health spiraling with nothing to distract from it). i SHOULD cook. but im not sure ill be able to with the pain. especially since the pain is because it feels like literally nothing is sticking together, like im much more bendy and hypermobile and useless than normal, which severely affects both motor skills and body strength. not to mention that this is causing a bad jaw day where so chewing is pain cause i already cant keep it in place and keep my mouth properly closed. i keep complaining but like, holy fuck i want off this illness ride

[hermidetta]

Waking up covered in his own blood wasn’t foreign to him. Nor was the sensation of feeling like he was in an entirely unfamiliar place. The light that had seemingly enveloped him took more than a few blinks to go away and he finds himself recognizing…the dining hall… Ah. That was right. Their counter attack. Maria and…Hugh…they weren’t anywhere in sight amongst the corpses that littered the once lived halls but his attention turned back to where he had left her. Tables are thrown to the side and he kneels down. A finger rests to check her pulse and she is breathing but…slowly. It made sense. “It’s not going to be an easy recovery.” He speaks, if she can hear him or not, he says it regardless. Bruised arms slink beneath her and she is lifted.   By now, the infirmary had to have been reestablished. “But you’ve so many friends and a great leader who will be at your side the whole way,” he said as smile crept onto his face and he began making the trek, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re back to yourself in no time.” Not that he was someone who had even known who that was. She had taken that hit for him. Her state now…it had been his own weakness. He wavered and she had seen. As they make it to the infirmary, he finds an open bed to place her on. Judging from those who were around them here…perhaps if they had lived, that healing would have taken away all injury. But they had not. Whatever spell had been cast had worn itself thin simply retrieving them. “Your sacrifice...” he couldn’t help but scoff as he looked off. “To stay back and accept such a fate so I might not die alone…many would call it silly…I would call it silly and yet I cannot thank you enough for it.” “For what you have done for me…what you’ve been doing for Lambert long since I arrived…I promise I’ll repay your actions in kind, Bernadetta.” As much as he ached, he would be fine. He hoped the same would be the case for her. “Until then, please rest up.” And he was gone, off to finally put an end to the unrest he’d been feeling. He could only hope Sylvain wasn’t hitting on whoever’d ended at his side.

the world is silent.

bernadetta opens her eyes. she is enclosed by an endless maze of hedges with no entrance nor exit in sight. all that surround her now are flowers—lush blooms of every size, shape and color she had thought imaginable, and even those she had not. the greenery is alive. she is not.

two rabbit's feet, adorned by white ribboned slippers, rustle down the grassy aisle. they round a corner. two corners. three, four, six, eight. eight, and eight, and eight. how many times had she counted eights?

eight, she starts to mouth again when the blade drives into her side.

(steel meets her skin—— she always had thin skin—— she——)

she glances down where red blooms from her wounds, dying her light dress. something trickles down her forehead; her hand swipes at it and yields a crown of white flowers soaked red, too.

something tickles her throat until she coughs up iron and petals—the metallic tang on her tongue thick as honey.

bernadetta blinks and finds herself in the dining hall. she is back in her uniform. bodies and rubble litter the floor; everything is cold, so cold. she looks to one of the places she feels numb and makes out the indent of jaws in rent flesh.

another blink. she is back in the maze, but crumpled to the ground, ribbons streaming behind her silhouette like wilted flowers, like sparks off a falling star. viscous paint soaks the hedges around her, colors and patterns of their leaves left unintelligible like her once white dress.

blink. the dining hall again. a man with red hair is cradling her. she cannot see exactly what expression he wears. she hopes it is happier than hers. she hopes it is not lonely.

when bernadetta's eyes fall shut to blink again, this time she keeps them closed. she is afraid to open them back to that ruined white dress and another ruby sea. part of her heart urges the rest of it that she might be fine to keep those eyes shut for good.

It's not going to be an easy recovery.

she feels her nose twitch—the figuratively-dying protest from the muscles in her face, petulant from the idea of suffering down a road to recovery when she could just let go now. can't she just go now?

But you’ve so many friends and a great leader who will be at your side the whole way.

does she? dare she believe they could care for her the way she does them?

For what you have done for me...what you’ve been doing for Lambert long since I arrived…

but even lambert had no use for her anymore, did he? not when he had found others; everybody finds others, everybody finds others, like—

"pro... essor... mat... hias...?" professor matthias? a cough claws up her throat.

I promise I’ll repay your actions in kind, Bernadetta.

finally, bernadetta opens her eyes to a familiar ceiling. her body feels stiff. bound. a spike of panic bounces down her spine before she realizes it all hurts too much to move even if she wanted to. had she been captured? no. she is so certain in her uselessness that bernadetta already knows the enemy would have left her for dead. that only meant...

"...alive," she mumbles, head dipping back on her pillow with a sigh. "somehow... ow... bernie's alive."

too bad at existing, too bad at dying. never one to overachieve, she sets it all aside for now, heeds matthias's advice and drifts back off to sleep.

[pineappical]

actually yknow what heres what ive been working on in roblox for the past 2 days

[dykedvonte]

you make really good points, I think I used the term karmic wrong sorry. I think of it more as not how I personally think he deserved all that happened to him (which thinking back os exactly what karma means, I messed up sorry), but as his fate being directly tied/parallel to anyas. I handnt noticed the toxicity of jimmy and curlys relationship, from the first playthrough I watched and the first interactions I had w fandom I saw so many ppl just. dismiss the terror Anya went through and focus too much on him as the "ultimate victim" and that just didn't sit well w me. I really dislike seeing ppl go "oh well nothing could've been done" I think it's much more complex than that. also I forgot to mention in the last ask that I really appreciate you bringing the point that this game isn't just about the harm of patriarchy but also very very critical to capitalism, I haven't seen too many ppl touch on this. I hadn't thought too deeply about how it makes "he deserved to become disabled as punishment" come up and I agree that's really messed up. I'll try watching a playthrough again with all of this in mind. but either way thanks! I really appreciate your answer 🫶🏼

I guess this is just part of being in a fandom like this. I've noticed a lot of people don't actually see posts outside of their curated view. So some people only get like anya posting or jimmy or curly and it can make it seem like that is what is saturating the conversation.

I mainly just follow the general tags and look for anything new because I'm like obsessed but I know some are only looking for what they want or believe to be the case and can get weird about other ideas.

Sorry if I came off mean its just a last few of the asks have been like circular conversations like this and its not draining per say but seeing all the nuance and details get overlooked to fit a straightforward and basic narrative really sucks cause there's a lot to explore character and theme wise.

[acaciapines]

what are your thoughts on ralsusie?

MY BEST FRIENDS. I LOVE THEM.

hi if you didnt know im the worlds biggest noelle/susie/ralsei fan so of COURSE i love ralsusie.....

its just. susie is like SO good for ralsei no matter what form their relationships takes, bc susie is the person who is able to like, help ralsei?? with all her prophecy-related trauma?? susie is the person who looks at fate and destiny and anybody who claims you have to be one way and do one thing and says no. thats stupid as shit. im gonna do this other thing. and ralsei sees that and cant NOT fall in love--

tho for sure she doesnt know its a crush at first lol <3 i like to think noelle and ralsei bond partly over their crushes on susie except ralsei 100% doesnt know this is happening until like, three years later when shes started to process how her not-childhood was like, pretty fucked up!!! shes like wait THATS what was going on???

and then for susie, ralsei is like...one of the first people to like susie for susie??? thinking about deltarune chapter 2 here, their friendship hangout...its like, ralsei being this sweet pacifist pushover type LIKING susie, liking her for all her rough edges and bucking against the strings of the world?? yeah!! its really good!!!

so i love them theyre so good so silly one day i will write the dess raises kris au and they will be two thirds of the main ship! <3

[bootlegdvdmenu]

You ask me about petscop and I tell you it's one of the best unfiction series I've ever had the pleasure of watching and that it spoke to me in ways that a lot of modern horror simply can't. But also if you ask me to explain why I think any of that, I could not tell you.

[penguin--person]

Do you think they neuter mutants at the facility

you sent this ask to the wrong blog ❤️ the pafl confessions blog is here ❤️live laugh love

[thegreatestheaver]

I hate when people ask you something about an interest you have and when you answer they’re like “how do you know?” I’m going to murder you

[neige-leblanche]

ig i should make a vent blog atp since i want somewhere to put vent posts but want my text posts here to be mostly happy

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I was just listening to a song I used to love while we were friends. I listened to it so often, we talked so often, it became the background music to our relationship.

I'm listening to it while I knit. I often forget that I started knitting because of you. I remembered tonight. It's strange, I never knitted anything for you. I've knitted for other loved ones, rarely for myself, but never for you. I remembered you showing me the amazing things you made, and I wished I could get to that level of skill. But at that time, you had to explain to me how to purl because I couldn't get it.

Everything reminds me of you in a terrible way. Everything I do is an echo of you. I started painting so that I could paint for you. I started knitting to bond with you. I hear your voice in the music I listen to. You're haunting the things that I love. Will I ever make a brush stroke or stitch without you on my mind?