#matylda

[flying-pierog-art]

Safe

[cimathemoth]

!! character does not belong to me

Her name's Matylda

...but the lyrics on the drawing is from "Matilda" by Alt-J lmao

It's a great song btw

[videli-jste-tento-film]

Viděli jste seriál Matylda (2000–2006)?

ano

ne

částečně

až do této chvíle jsem netušil*, že tento seriál existuje

Voting ended onSep 9, 2025

[smimon]

let me just quickly drop two songs about hateful comments that I really like, first Matylda by Dawid Podsiadło

This part especially:

Atakuj, atakuj, mam to co dnia (Attack, go ahead, I experience this every day)

Cyfrowych cwaniaków już za dobrze znam (I know too well such digital sly foxes)

Klawiatur pan, a jego broń to duży RAM (Master of keyboards and his weapon is a big RAM)

The narrator is already used to receiving hate, which doesn't mean he's alright with it. He dreams about being able to fight back somehow, and has to remind himself to log out when it gets too upsetting.

The chorus mentions a certain Matylda, who seems immune to hate, and the overall tone is quite soothing, especially after the whole album of bitter songs about breakups and the downsides of fame (Matylda is the last track on Podsiadło's album Małomiasteczkowy, which is also where the song Trofea is from)

[kosmosian-quills]

it took me like..... forever to learn how to do artbreeder but here are my girls from Angel!

Anjelika - Karolina

Zofia - Anastazja

Irena - Matylda

[kolceikly]

[stilesissaved]

Dawid Podsiadło - Matylda  directed by Michał Braum (2019)

[whumping-newbie]

At My Mercy

Was inspired. Wrote this.

Warnings: previous assault and trauma mentioned.

I could hear screaming in here.

High pitched, full of desperation. A cry for help, wailing under pain, calling for release.

I was hesitant to follow the sound to its source, because of my own dire situation. I could not stick around here, I had to find Irena, I needed to – before they find me again. That scream wasn’t Irena’s, I knew what she sounded like. I didn’t have time to look for someone else, the clock was ticking before I would be found here, and I needed to get out.

The scream tugged at me, though. It called me, right at the heart – I couldn’t ignore a person in need. I was unwilling to leave that someone to suffer unnecessarily when I am here to help them, but experience told me that I should just look out for myself and move on, quickly – but I just couldn’t shake that feeling of wanting to help them, I couldn’t ignore someone who needs help. The only thing is, that I should have learned by now that helping others causes problems for both of us, when one of us is in more danger. I had screamed and begged before, I knew how it felt - how humiliating it is, to admit when you need help.

Even if you are begging to a person - and they ignore your every word, relishing in your fear and desperation. They love you at your lowest, feasting on you being at their every whim, unable to fight back and stop them.

So I let my ears be the guide, navigating my way through the partially collapsed building that we had sought temporary refuge in previously. The dust was making it difficult to breathe, the acrid smell of burning and smoke was somewhere far away. There was debris and rubble everywhere, the old building was littered with papers and fabrics, big and heavy machines once lined up neatly.

I continued to listen for the screaming, and I knew I was getting closer, closer, closer, because they were so loud. I didn’t want to give myself away to the one hunting me, so I stayed silent as I rushed through the building.

I stumbled across a mass of metal that was overwhelming someone, crushing them from the waist down. Their upper body was free, and they were desperately pushing at the metal, trying to get it to shift, but there was clearly too much to move unassisted. I rushed over to them, but stopped dead in my tracks when my eyes met theirs.

Those eyes.

I caught my breath in my chest and took several steps back as they finally noticed me stood there wordlessly, the surprise clearly all over my face.

“Please! Help me!”

It was Emil.

He looked like he was in serious pain, I heard his raspy breath beneath the environmental chaos that enveloped us. I heard the tell-tale whirring of machinery that had not stopped despite the situation, the musty air around us caking everything in dust and just the faintest hint of smoke.

But the fact that he was reduced to a bumbling mess, just because of a little bit of pain? Incomprehensible.

It was only when he repeated his cry for help, arms stretched towards me, that I snapped out of my self-induced stupor and glared at him, before turning my back away from him. He was supposed to be looking for me. I suppose he found me, but he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I have to find Irena.

“No! Don’t! Please, help me!” he called out again, voice filled with fear and panic that I stopped again, trying my best not to let the tears form in my eyes.

“Please…?” I croaked weakly, before raising my voice to speak with more strength behind my words, “don’t…? What makes you think that I’ll listen to you saying that to me?”

I turned about and stormed over to him, letting my anger surface. Anger that lit something up in my chest, something became much lighter to bear, not weighing me down by paralysing terror at the mere thought of this monster in front of me.

“If I recall correctly, which I do,” I growled, grabbing a handful of his hair at the roots as I looked him in the eyes, “I remember saying those exact words to you!” I only realised now that, despite my rage, the tears had slipped down my cheeks, I could feel their cool tracks drip to my chin and fall to the floor, “I remember crying for you to not hurt me. I remember begging for you to stop. But you didn’t!” I yelled, “you kept going! You beat me so badly, you kept me tied up to the end of your bed, with a muzzle on, just because you could! You, you whipped me until I passed out in front my friends! You –!“ I hesitated before continuing, feeling a lump rise in my throat. I gripped my shirt in my fist, taking a deep breath, trying to form the words as I remember every last vile thing he did to me – that he made me do, to him, “you hurt me so much, that you killed something inside me. I don’t know what it was, but all I know is, I’ll never get it back. Thanks to you.”

I stood back up, taking a few short breaths before stepping back a few paces, watching his eyes. There didn’t seem to be regret, but the tantalising thing I saw deep in his expression, was fear. It was so tangible I could taste it. I could do so, so much to him like this, and it would not scratch the surface of what he did to me, what he made me feel. It would probably make me feel better, but I would probably end up killing him, and no matter what, I do not want that on my chest as well, even if he deserves to die. I wish death upon him, but that is a line I don’t want to cross.

I calmed down, closing my eyes as I came back to my senses.

I don’t want to turn into him.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t kill you. That is more than you deserve,” I spat out at him, voice full of poison, “but I’m not going to help you. If you’re still alive when you’re found, I look forward to seeing you punished. Just know that I am not that shy, meek, scared little girl you so cruelly took advantage of anymore. You killed her long ago.”