♣ mediated by @apocalypseArisen
It's. Okay! We can. Figure t)(is out- t)(ere's time and life on our side!
T)(is just gets worse every minute 38(
We can.. relocate t)(em! Yes!!
It's okay. I can make more!
Slay!!!
I suppose since it was a necessity..
This one feels like it was you traumatizing other people. LMAO
Good evening, Chittr.ing. I believe it is time that I address the public once more. Due to an unfortunate abundance of pale imitations, fragmented mannerisms, lacquered affectations, and counterfeit narrators cluttering the premises, I have decided that the growing porcelain mannequin community is becoming a bit gauche. I have decided to clarify the situation as it stands. I am Doc Scratch. I am not the Curator, nor a mantled successor. I am not a woman in white attempting to weaponize diction as a substitute for inevitability. I am not someone so derivative in wearing my cadence that she must cope with her failures by attaining a Ring. I am not the Lalonde facsimile rattling about the halls. I am not someone who has mistaken proximity to authorship for ascension itself. You cannot become me through mimicry any more than a human becomes a cathedral by swallowing a hymnal. I have observed all of your attempts to become me. I have observed all of your attempts to surpass me. Naturally, they were fascinating. As though a taxidermy piece had been caught in precisely the correct candlelight to resemble life. Your gestures are practiced. Your vocabulary is ornamental. The smugness is commendably authentic. However, there is a difference between your imitations and my legitimacy. When you speak, you perform. When I speak, history rearranges the furniture to fit my narrative. Now then, onto the more exciting matter. This is my return to form. You may interpret this however you please. Publicly, of course, many of you will feign annoyance, or even ignorance. Many of you will insist this is another bit. Others will manufacture charts explaining why this development is problematic for Chittr.ing, as though inevitability itself were a customer service issue. Despite your inbound complaints, denunciations, and repeated attempts to separate me from the narrative, you continue orbiting the same gravitational center. Curious. Curiouser still, it is almost as though you understood the truth long before you were willing to articulate it. I was never absent. You all have merely been distracted. From the gala to the masquerade, every public schism, every vague revelation, every piece of dramaticism was merely a carefully rehearsed emotional collapse performed before a digital audience hungry for spectacle. Every desperate attempt to occupy the role of architect when you were always meant to remain participants. I was there. You mistook visibility for authorship in languages I myself coined so that you might pretend to sit atop foundations I long since abandoned. An understandable error. After all, puppets rarely see the hand.
It is always free and easy to post your hole.
I'M GONNA MOTHER FUCKING KILL HER. THEM CROCKER SUITS BETTER OUT ON SOME FUCKING ARMOR BECAUSE I AIN'T STOPPING UNTIL I GOT HER HEAD ON MY WALL.
I am now, unfortunately.
That's crazy. @broStrider are you seeing this shit.
girls dont like bein compared to skywwhales romance is dead
I did not state I would like to be pinned down at all. This is entirely your own fabrication. I only stated that the hypothetical gave birth to embarrassing ideas because it does. The thought of being pinned down by multiple rustb100ds who bear a resemblance to you is one such embarrassing idea but you have no proof or evidence it is THE embarrassing idea. But I must say. Given I am trying my best to redeem myself, I do apologize if somehow something I have said is rude or not gentlemanly. If you could send me a message in dms giving me a breakdown of the e%act way I have insulted you I would appreciate it. This is not an order, just a STRONGLY worded suggestion.
Beating me would not change the fact my muscle mass e%ceeds yours by multiple factors. Unless we count your clones I suppose. I would wonder how many clones you would need to pin me down however that does bring some e%tremely embarrassing ideas to my thinkpan so I shall avoid pondering that hypothetical. STRENGTH is a trait that applies to many aspects and I am using it to refer to physical, non-god tiered abilities only. I should also correct you in the fact I have not written any slurs during this conversation. Unless you count me calling your b100d filthy which in hindsight goes against my redeemed ways and I apologize for but does not constitute a slur. I would know if I had used a slur to describe you as I know every single one both for your specific caste and for lowb100ds as a group.
You will, not due to your b100d colour as I have reformed, but because I am superior to you in ways that are unrelated to your filthy b100d. If you did not it would be uncouth, i100gical and even a bit naughty #nsfw
I order you to stop.
I demand you stop that.
Concept: Rackbait Immaculate fingers guide hers through rows of glass and crystal, each bottle a quiet promise she does not quite accept The faintest tilt of his head as she leans closer than necessary, searching for something she already knows she will not find A soft, indulgent chuckle when her grip lingers on his sleeve instead of the offered scent strip Polished reflections catch the way she watches him instead of the mirrors, instead of herself, instead of anything else A curated display of fragrances, all of them wrong in subtle, infuriating ways Her silence stretches, heavy with comparison, heavier with memory "It is not the same," she admits, though she had no intention of saying it aloud (Tags: Doc Scratch/Rackmaid, #rackbait, #suggestive, #megidoday, #megidomadness, scent fixation, indulgence, quiet yearning, curated environments, archive rating: M) @archiveAddict
1 honestly really cons1dered s1gn1ng up for matespr1te 1sland, but my matespr1te d1dn't really l1ke 1t when he found out haha...
Such a heartbreaker.