#something I forgot to post last week

[makorragal-312]

Here's the thing:

I can empathize with Emma to some degree. At the end of the day, she's just a girl with an intense crush on Itsuomi and constantly makes her feelings known to him hoping that one day, he'll feel the same way. Just peek high school girl behavior.

HOWEVER...

It has been literal years and Itsuomi has made it clear more than once that he is not interested and he's now in a relationship with Yuki. And Emma refuses to get the hint and even went as far as to try and make up a lie about spending the night with Itsuomi to chase Yuki away. So when she's at her job crying about how Itsuomi "ghosted" her over text, it's hard for me to feel even remotely bad for her.

Again, I feel for her on the "unrequited love" front. But for everything else, she needs to move on.

[tempo-takoyaki]

Memories of the past.

[crimsongrimoire]

my boys. i miss them

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Dess from the Deltarune comic Looking Glasses by @ferronickel, I loved her design at first sight so here's the promised fanart; check out the original comic! It's very much worth the read :D

[astrum99]

The thing about freedom is that no one tells you how hard it is.

It should be exhilarating, it should be freeing, it should be the best thing he had ever experienced.

But he found himself missing control. Concrete constraint over his acts; tasks lined, sequenced, culling the creatures of hell in clear arraignments. He did not have to reason every decision, only to deliver justice as a faithful blade. Complete confinement removes the burden of the self. The control from the council cast upon him, and it cut away the part of himself that he did not realize existed.

Perhaps he did, but non-acknowledgement is always easier than to grieve the loss of it. Plus, to deny cravings is to provide proof of perfect devotion.

So, he thought of nothing and equated kindness to killing.

And when it crashed down upon him, there was no longer a home (a prison; the sheath of a bloody sword) to return to. What reverberates inside him is not relief, but grand, grotesque grief. Over his past transgressions, over the slaughter of his superiors, over the loss of control. He knew not to seek fruitless redemption, but that did little to quell the restless regret occupying the same small space between the dips of his ribs as the looming giant of emptiness nesting in the crevice between the lungs and the skin.

And the shame. Oh God, the shame.

Somewhere below the small abstract concepts of “right”, “just”, and “fair”, it festered and spread, stretched like tendrils into veins, then capillaries. It crawled into him until he wished to shed his skin. Introspection did little to help. It fed this insistent infection abundantly until he was paralyzed – spiralling in the limitless expanse between each letter of F, R, E, E that was somehow still needle-thin enough to squeeze his lungs until breathless.

Logically, he knew he should not be ashamed for delivering one final justice, for the total liberation of all that still exists. It was the only choice he was given, and he chose what was just.

He did not regret his actions, but that did not mean he was not hurt and haunted.

So all of it does little to quell the spill of thorned vines in his veins. Shame was jagged and cruel, aggressive betrayal born from the same place that once hosted the holy Light. Between hell’s stagnant air and the sharpness of silence, it slotted firmly into the depth of his psyche, steadfast and unwavering like faith. They snagged and sliced his flesh at every movement until reality flayed apart at the edges of his mind. When he was still, he had the sensation of falling.

Was this the damnation?

To suffer in freedom in the last few hours of his life? To experience all and thrash under the terribly tangled amalgamation of emotions unfamiliar and frightening? To falter in the complex contradictions at the core of all creations and come undone by the simple brutality of it?

To see into reflections on his swords and unable to recognize the self that stared back?

How ironic, to be free from chains and miss them profusely so; to be released and realize your incapacity to function without imprisonment. Freedom is the absence of restraint, and he found himself lost within the infinite abyss.

When he looked inside of himself, he found the same chasm confined under the thin layer of skin. It swallowed him whole.

[vicsbasement]

can't wait to soar (charlos, model!actor au)

chapter 1 - something we can build

chapter 2 - hey i'm just like you (a little messed up and blue)

chapter 3 - we could be so good

chapter 4 - a wandering heart

Charles didn’t cook, as Carlos would soon discover.

[humanmorph]

my baseless palisade 2 speculation is that while listening to Jack + Austin in pal56 I thought it could be fun if the protocol was part of the next system they're using somehow since it's become so important. like characters have "favors" btw them instead of bonds or w/e. now I don't know how much sense that would make for returning characters who have a sense of arbitrage contracts & how scary they are - while of course the protocol doesn't have anything to do with contracts, as it's been stressed, one could make a comparison - or the revolution in general? It'd immediately compromise player characters to an extend given arbitrage is the big bad, but this can be cool (really depends on the story setting out to be tell(hence the baseless part of the speculation)). mostly I just like when big setting stuff is directly reflected in the rules for the game so the narrative & system can influence each other back & forth.

[slaasherslut]

Walker from Masters of Horror character scene pack

[sysig]

Your Weekly TV Guide

On Monday you can expect:

2:30 PM: Sona reacts to holidays

And Tuesday:

2:30 PM: Original - Old Adopts

Wednesday:

2:30 PM: Undertale - Papyrus

Thursday:

2:30 PM: Original - Old OCs

Friday:

2:30 PM: Original - Nequam (ft. Papyrus)

Saturday:

2:30 PM: Handplates (ft. Baby Todd AU)

Sunday:

2:30 PM: Sona reacts to happies!

Thanks for tuning in! (Patreon)

[millenniumringg]

I think. Perhaps I will reblog some old art

[ballsballsbowls]

I suspect if I was smart I would use this burst of popularity to shill for my not-a-sideblog sideblog.

But i still only have a handful of posts so it feels very weird to do.

None of them are even about shopping yet!

[arctic-hands]

I should totally learn how to brew my own mead or cider

[oflgtfol]

are you for fucking real. okay so back in spring 2020 i didnt have friends on campus yet but i met this guy in my physics 1 lecture who i started talking with and i was like oh wow yay maybe we can be friends and i really wanted a friend on campus bc i was a lonely freshman but then he started getting weird. like really clingy. i was like my good dude ive only known you for 2 weeks why are you talking about going to get dinner off campus at a restaurant together. i was all around kinda weirded out and he was like always wanting to hang out like i need private time and he was constantly texting me and then getting MAD when i took a day or two to respond and then he started criticizing my personality for it, like oh you know youre going to lose everyone you love if you keep doing that, and i was like. well my closest friends who i love very dearly recognize that im really bad at texting and theyre fine with it so i mean.... but he was just so weird and he was kinda pushy about getting me to drive him around which made me uncomfortable being alone with him in my car but he was so pushy about it etc etc just a bunch of weird shit so i quickly came to dread having to be around him despite how eager i was to have a friend

so then . covid happened. and i used it as an opportunity to ghost him LMFAO i never talked to him since

BUT NOW. GUESS WHAT. on linkedin on the side of my profile it says "people also viewed" AND IT LISTS THIS FUCKING GUY. WHAT ARE THE ODDS.

[seconddoubt]

the keys to the car is such a michael woman moment

Tonight when he hands you the keys to the car

And he says, "You can drive, some, but don't drive too far"

Tonight when she tells you you're her only one

Remember the morning brings on the sun

And they're watching you stumble and fall

Until you're lost down below like them all

Today when they give you their words of advice

And tell you you're free, friend, as long as it's nice

Today when their words of sweet wisdom come down

Remember their smiles are hiding their frowns

And they're watching you stumble and fall

Until you're lost down below like them all

If you say you're their friend, I'm afraid you will learn

They want only friends they can have on their terms

But the love that you show them will give you an edge

For authority is more than wearing a badge

And you'll be watching them stumble and fall

Until they're lost down below like them all

Until they're lost down below like them all

[steampoweredskeleton]

I was sick for a day and my manager had to run some of my scripts and whatever she's changed she has NOT put back so now IT DOESNT FUCKING WORK AND SHES ON HOLIDAY FOR THE AFTERNOON

FUCK