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hey so, does rope play hurt? askin for a friend... #nsfwv
i hate that i cann0t disagree with y0u
humans are c0nfusing
Now would likely be the best time to get the rope and dildo, given how late it currently is… Hmm. :B #nsfw #bdsm
i had a pitch fling for a moment with my vriska and i miss it when shed grab my whip and strangle me with it and then itll end with very rough and hot pailing... SIGH! #serketposting #nsfw #violence
ProTip: Many combat dillemmas can be sollved with four simplle words for which the simplle utterance can often make a foe create distance. Simplly shout, preferablly at high vollume, the following incantation. "I have a bomb" It does not work every time. But it works often enough to be worth a shot. #CombatTipsWithDuellist
tying theM up anD attatching a viBe to each of their gruBScarS juSt to watch theM SquirM for a while inSteaD of watching tv #nSfw
▼some of you people need to be locked up▲
I suppose I should make an introductory post. I have finally caved into the social pressures that surrounded me. I made this Chittr account out of social necessity. I can only spend so many evenings listening to drunk poets musing over vampire sym8olism at writing clu8 without eventually deciding I require a more efficient method of o8serving strangers pu8licly unravel. For those unfamiliar with me, I am Aranea Serket. Yes, THAT Aranea. At least, I am one of her. Thankfully, we live in a society in which that distinction has long since ceased to matter socially. I currently reside in Little 8eforus, a small Earth-C Neigh8orhood. I work is a li8rarian and archivist. I specialize in pre-scratch literature, o8scure session information and records, and the categorization of all historical nonsense. It is a surprisingly peaceful existence compared to my earlier ventures into cosmic manipul8ion and narrative self-destruction. In my industry, we call it growth. We adore to see it. Outside of work, I host a weekly writing clu8 at the Velvet Cham8er. A historically queer 8ar downtown with excellent cocktails and terri8le open-mic poetry. We are currently during a months-long epidemic of young writers attempting to reinvent tragic romance as a genre. While I support them, I do not enjoy the quality of their work. I also enjoy 8oard games. I should warn prospective opponents that I have an unhealthy competitive streak disguised underneath my many layers of intellectual politeness. I have ended friendships over resource management mechanic interpretations and Catan. Not proudly, just honestly. You will find me posting a8out literature, timeline anthropology, strange historical trivia, flirt8ion disguised as academic analysis, and the occasional existential crisis. Please, feel free to say hello. Unless you are attempting to recruit me into discourse regarding troll reproduction. I have survived enough epochs already. #su8stance #intropost #amicoolenoughforchittr
I have 8een requested to provide a proper historical framing of Chittr.ing. A dangerous proposition, naturally. Ah yessssssss. A common tragedy. The platform itself was created 8y Mocali Flaske, though “created” is perhaps too simplistic a term. One does not merely construct a place such as Chittr.ing. One opens a door and hopes reality survives the resulting draft. You see, Mocali has tapped into something far 8eyond what any old hemoanonymous troll should 8e fully capa8le of on say, Alternia. Which leads me to 8elieve that there are powers at play 8eyond Mocali's inherent influence over the platform. At surface level, the site resem8les a fairly standard social media platform. Users post updates, engage in arguments, announce romances, fa8ricate dramas, and conduct ela8orate pu8lic humiliations of one another. Entirely ordinary 8ehavior, naturally. Of course, there are the occasional hiccups. Irregularities occur when you examine 8eyond the surface level performance of the we8site. It would appear that there are possi8ly some powers at play here that exist 8eyond the scale of which one may find themselves comprehending. See: 10,002 Gru8s, Gl'8goly8, the various GrimDarks, and Troll8ama. Through means that remain intentionally am8iguous, the site permits communication 8etween multiple timelines, universes, narrative continuities, sessions, doomed 8ranches, post-canon realities, and fictional cosmologies simultaneously. The resulting population center of a8ject failures com8ined with the masses of more incensed timelines results in a 8rooding conflict of what is true. Entire worlds have esta8lished persistent cultural presences there. Alternia exports its usual social hostility and hemospectrum politics. 8eforus contri8utes aggressively therapeutic social structures and decorative excess. Earth C remains a fascinating 8lend of post-victory exhaustion and reconstructionism. Then there are the transient locations. Repiton has manifested in several iterations, each equally unsta8le and theatrically self-important. Matesprit Island 8riefly attempted to esta8lish itself as a romantic paradise 8efore collapsing 8eneath the sheer weight of quadrant disasters and emotionally charged su8tweeting. Angel’s Nutrition 8lock remains one of the more psychologically confusing communal projects to emerge from the platform, though admittedly not the least successful. The site has also hosted numerous historical events. Eridan Week, for instance, 8egan as an appreciation movement for Eridan Ampora and escalated into a cross-timeline sociological incident involving poetry, discourse, pu8lic meltdowns, quadrant negotiations, and at least one individual achieving God Tier under circumstances no one involved fully understood. The Midnight City Gala represented a comparatively elegant affair. Vast num8ers of attendees arrived from noir-inspired universes and adjacent timelines to engage in formal dancing, political maneuvering, dramatic flirting, and highly stylized emotional suppression 8eneath neon skylines. It was, 8y Chittr standards, remarka8ly civilized. Naturally, much of the platform’s identity is shaped 8y its recurring personalities. Rankmaid occupies a particularly fascinating role within the ecosystem. Temporal awareness, literary self-consciousness, emotional am8iguity, and su8tle manipulative tendencies have rendered her something 8etween an archivist and an ur8an legend. Conversations with her tend to leave lasting psychological residue. One rarely notices this immediately. Jane Crocker remains equally compelling for entirely different reasons. Depending upon the continuity o8served, she may appear as corporate empress, exhausted executive, domestic monarch, or emotionally collapsing pu8lic relations machine. Her statements frequently 8egin with immaculate composure 8efore quietly unraveling into deeply personal hostility. This has 8ecome something of a spectator sport among long-term users. And then, of course, there is Casper Cooper. A... troll. An irritant. Possi8ly one of the most important figures ever to emerge from the site. Casper Cooper developed notoriety through a very specific skillset: interrupting extremely serious personalities at the exact moment they 8ecome most emotionally invested in their own narratives. He inserts a8surdity into solemn declarations with surgical precision. Royal announcements, existential confessions, villainous monologues, political crises, cosmic revelations. None remain untouched. The truly remarka8le aspect is that many major personalities eventually 8egan treating his interruptions as an unavoida8le law of nature rather than an individual action. Which, I suspect, says far more a8out Chittr.ing than it does a8out him. Ultimately, the platform has evolved 8eyond mere socialization. It functions as a living mythology engine. Identities are performed there so consistently that they eventually calcify into something genuine. Irony mutates into sincerity. Fictional personas acquire emotional permanence. And perhaps most importantly of all, everyone involved eventually stops asking where the performance ends.
(〃 ◠ワ◠〃 ) I'd be honored!! Yay!!
(⸝⸝⸝´• ◡ •`⸝⸝⸝) ノ Goodness, I try not to be! If anything, I just want to be the best for everyone! But I suppose not everyone will like you... And I suppose, in a way, that's okay. (⭒ ์ ⲳ ์ ) But sometimes, I just hope I can make *some* impression in one's life. You know?
A troll I know got pregnant. What the fuck? How?? #nsfw
wh0 needs sleep when i can watch y0u l0vely weird0s. 0u0
havin shom31 i can click3r train would fix 3v3rythin wrong in mai lif3
>>| with sharp teeth .and strong nails. bending the bars with their bionic tails.
Fucking genie's lamp with you people.
Hi! I guess this is my first post on here... I'm not too good at social media but I'll try my best!