#i promise she doesnt mean it mr dark she just angy. another thing btw i always picture her expressions as animal crossing villager

[hermidetta]

[ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. / bernadetta von varely, as your professor, i feel it's necessary to inform you that I believe Mr. Bearkley is holding you back from your true potential. you're not shooting for the stars. you're not giving it your all, and Mr. Bearkley is enabling this behavior. Think of your untapped potential. Let's put aside our beef and focus on getting you in tip top shape.

* for you i would.

i dont have a fakedeep poetry line caption for this. ive been trying and trying to think and just cannot even make one up. odin dark of norway you have insulted mr bearkley and you simply must perish never mind i got it. uhhh something something you think you're the shit but you aren't even the fart. or how did that one go again? ah fuck never mind. here we go

professor dark is a funny little man. he wears funny flip-flops attached to his pants, he bellows from the thesaurus glued to his lungs, and he strikes poses in public that her mangled corpse could not be caught doing if all the saints and their mothers possessed her right now.

bernadetta has heard the lecture before. she has heard it from seniors and students alike, and the first half of it nearly puts her to sleep. her lips twist down in an affronted curl.

potential this, potential that. some of them mean well—she feels all the more rotten whenever they're kind—but all of them learn. they all eventually learn she's impossible to deal with. stupid, ugly, whiny, worthless. why bother?

they all give up. she is fine with that. she gave up on herself, too, ages ago. bernadetta is fine with slinking back into the shadows, letting herself be forgotten in sweet peace...

...yet when odin dark dares accuse the only friend and confidant she's had for years, her eyes snap open. bernadetta recoils, her arms tightening around the armored bear stuffy as her body half twists to obscure it from the madman.

"what are you talking about?!"  the fight in her flares up, a petite spitfire in the fray. feathers ruffled, she quips with a tiny stomp of her foot.  "mr. bearkley doesn't have anything to do with this! bernie's stupid and worthless all on her own! you don't know him, or me! so... so there! y-you can eat your fell flip-flops, mister!"

she doesn't mean that, not really. clumsy and rash on occasion as she may be, bernadetta knows—she knows, she knows so much more than she is equipped to convey. she knows she isn't being fair. she knows mr. dark only means well. she regrets every mean thing the second it flies out of her mouth, and it shows in the way her eyes fearfully flinch. but that is mostly all she really knows—she holds her sword by its knife end and wildly, frantically swings.

she freezes like she's been hit, a half-stammer of syllables caught like rocks in her mouth—sorry, i—but no, it's too late. it's always too late. she made her bed and she instantly dives into it. she staggers, she spins in the opposite direction. the rapid patter of bernadetta's boots is the last thing odin hears of her.

#fellpurpose #asks / #saradin von tag tbt #i know you said this was a shitpost but idk wtf is possessing me over here on bernadetta cuz why am i writing so much #WHYS HER MUSE GOT A DEATH GRIP ON ME #i promise she doesnt mean it mr dark she just angy. another thing btw i always picture her expressions as animal crossing villager #so when she bawls or does a huffy little stomp ITS JUST SO FUCKING ANIMAL CROSSING VILLAGER LOOKING AND NON THREATENING #LUV U SARA LUV OUR SILLIES DW SHE WUV HIM TOO I PROMISE