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in the end, we'll all become stories

[visceral-realism]

While Marsha's choice to repurpose the idea of "chivalry" for her role as a medic primarily represents how WWI led to the birth of many humanitarian organisations, and also the disillusionment from violence that drove many to support such causes instead, it's also nice to look at in context of her saintlike image. There are plenty of royal and military saints from medieval times, memorialised in legends, yet such canonisations waned over time; among modern saints, one is much more likely to find people who had dedicated their lives to humanitarian ends.

[jerreeeeeee]

the best analogy imo for ocd is mosquito bite. its so itchy its driving you crazy and you know scratching it will make it itch so much worse later but you need it to stop right now and scratching it feels so good and even when you dont want to scratch it and you feel like you could handle the itch you cant even stop your hand from scratching the second you stop focusing on not scratching. except ☝️ what if it was inside your brain and instead of an itch it was terrifying overwhelming distress

[rotting-lilac]

[ninoochat]

I want 'easy' to look 'hard and intricate' 🤡

[oneandocey]

A day so full of daffodils,

Choked in a floral flood,

Petals rob me of the sun,

Their roots drink of my blood,

Slowly I am withering,

Fading as flowers bloom,

Beauty will be the death of me,

At least I'll sleep some soon.

[support-for-the-suicidal]

someone at my school has a shirt that says “i’m a suicide survivor.” then the shirt has a description that says they knew someone who committed suicide, not that the wearer attempted. why do people who know suicidal people always make it about themselves

That's awful. You didn't "survive suicide" because you know someone who committed. You survive suicide when you attempted and survived. I hate that people make suicide about themselves and take our terms away.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

it’s okay to not like father’s day.

it’s okay to have mixed feelings.

it’s okay to be sad.

it’s okay to be angry.

it’s okay to feel like father’s day is difficult.

it’s okay to feel what you feel whether your dad has passed away, he abandoned you, he abused you, etc.

please get through the day safe and as alright as possible.

[whisperedthepoet]

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

what may seem like baby steps to some people may be big leaps for others. never underestimate your progress.

[moons-eclipse]

*steals his food*

Uwa uwa

@momonga-offical

usagi is cuter than momonga by alot

[momonga-offical]

I will murder you

[moons-eclipse]

thats rude ur ugly /j

[moons-eclipse]

*steals his food*

Uwa uwa

@momonga-offical

usagi is cuter than momonga by alot

[giacuynh]

ILLUSTRATION [Self-restoration]

I believe that people never truly lose themselves; they simply carry too many burdens. If a person truly loses themselves, what is telling them that they are losing it, isn't that same "self" that is tormenting them?

So, when it comes to discovering one's true self, for me, it's not about "adding" or looking outward to find a perfect role model to become, but rather turning inward, shedding what has been learned about oneself, separating intrinsic value from what one possesses, from the opinions of others, and even from oneself.

That process is like restoring an ancient painting that has been covered by personal images, illusions, and societal expectations. It requires a great deal of curiosity, meticulousness, courage, and patience to back to square one, to face the truth. We're not what we want to be, what we have, what we have lost, or what people say about us. And maturity lies in managing, navigating, and optimizing that self – instead of forcing ourselves to play the role of someone else, or completely letting our instincts take control of our life.

The question was never what defines us, but who we are when we have nothing.

[mellowgrungeweasel]

Resurrection : A Poem

Meadows choking on wildflowers,

Bees addled on honey..

Spring is the cruelest season of them all :

A few things finished, a lot undone.

Tell me Mary, our lady of sorrows -

Did you know your son would die on such a good Friday?

Did you see it in his eyes, the last of his smile,

Before he died for a mankind,

The kind that makes commodity out of kindness?

Now, I know the father can look away,

He always has, there's nothing to say,

But the mother's grief becomes the last nail.

So come on down, Mary's son,

We shall count men and their monsters.

Till you fall asleep on earth : your mother,

And we dig up your bones the year after.

[paintingchaoticstars]

Vertin hcs (Some of them are collected from my friends, some are mine, and some are based off of information we get in the game)

She is 100% a girlkisser, either bi and ace with a heavy preference for girls or a lesbian and ace (This is kinda canon cuz she kissed with Schneider and also the old man narrator in one of the paths tells her to get it with the girls, before including pretty much all groups of people.)

She definitely has the most diabolical pjs. Like, the most atrocious garments you will ever lay your eyes upon. It's just sleepwear, she don't gaf. Me and my friend were kinda brainstorming and she proposed the idea, which I agreed with before specifically mentioning the fih shirt. Now this is kinda crack as idk how she'd get her hands on it but it's funny af

Speaking of clothing, I think she wouldn't mind wearing dresses despite dressing in a masculine way, she'd enjoy dressing up every once in a blue moon. She doesn't really have much of a personal taste, her wardrobe is mostly picked by Sonetto, Madam Z and X. Regulus might give a lil hand too.

She sees X as a lil brother, they're THE siblinghood

She's awful at taking compliments, and they often fly over her head. She also has a very dry sense of humour and a lot of people don't realise she's joking cuz she delivers everything with a straight face.

That's pretty canon tbh, but despite her strong sense of justice part of the reason she's so quiet is because of repression from her trauma. She 100% blames herself for what happened to her classmates and avoids stepping out of line too much as to not have that happen again.

All oranges taste bitter to her, even if they taste sweet to everyone else.

She probably had a lot of issues with eating after the events of chapter 4. She was pretty much just injected with stuff to keep her alive, and the digestive system will atrophy if not used for a long time. (Vertin was asleep for 4 months, according to Druvis and Sotheby) Note: if someone could tell me how long the digestive system takes to atrop

School lunches were so awful she could probably eat anything cuz her taste buds are shot to shit.

She's a short queen, but Sonetto is shorter and among the three shorties Matilda is the tallest

She likes her tea bland

She has a bit of a sweet tooth but won't satisfy it unless someone offers her a sweet.

Her favourite fruits are apples.

[sometimesilaugh]

Used your poetry as handwriting practice and wanted to show you the result. It's not the best since I'm still a beginner at cursive. Hope you like it!!

Hiiii omg that’s gorgeous! Cursive is an art and I’m so honoured you chose my poetry for your practice. 💕

[crmsnmth]

Little Orange Bottles (2)

They line the nightstand like a quiet army plastic soldiers with white caps childproof like I'm the danger

My name printed wrong again or maybe it's right and I'm the one that keeps changing

Morning is a ritual now shake, rattle, swallow don't ask questions don't look too long at the label because the label knows more about me than I do

Side effects read like a confession may cause shaking may cause silence may cause you to forget what you used to feel like before everything needed fixing

I carry them in my pocket sometimes little orange bottles clicking together when I walk like they're talking about me like they're saying keep him steady keep him small keep him here

And I do feel different but different isn't always better it's just quieter like someone turned the volume down on the worst parts of me and accidentally dimmed the rest

Still I open them every morning every night

Because there's a version of me somewhere in the fine print that survives this

And maybe that's enough to keep swallowing hope in measured doses two times daily

[crmsnmth]

Little Orange Bottles (2)

They line the nightstand like a quiet army plastic soldiers with white caps childproof like I'm the danger

My name printed wrong again or maybe it's right and I'm the one that keeps changing

Morning is a ritual now shake, rattle, swallow don't ask questions don't look too long at the label because the label knows more about me than I do

Side effects read like a confession may cause shaking may cause silence may cause you to forget what you used to feel like before everything needed fixing

I carry them in my pocket sometimes little orange bottles clicking together when I walk like they're talking about me like they're saying keep him steady keep him small keep him here

And I do feel different but different isn't always better it's just quieter like someone turned the volume down on the worst parts of me and accidentally dimmed the rest

Still I open them every morning every night

Because there's a version of me somewhere in the fine print that survives this

And maybe that's enough to keep swallowing hope in measured doses two times daily