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:33 < My sincerest apurrlogies fur my absence! But I do have quite the juicy story fur you tolight!! :33 < Beachgoers on the shores of Itrolly report chaos as a brawl breaks out among tourists! :33 < Witnesses repurrt an argument sparking betw33n the jade, burgundy, and teal that soon turned physical, eventually roping the remaining midblood into the conflict as she tried to purry her furiends' hands (and fangs!) off of each other. :33 < Thankfully, upstanding Befuran police enfurcement were able to arrive on the scene and take the offenders into cullstody. The parties involved have declined a statement at this time. #purreakingmews #arrest #mugshawties #mugshots #itrolly #drama #gossip #midbloodsjumplowblood!? #outrage #policeviolence #bikinishots
Well, now. This is a sordid tale that I can't miss out on. Do you mind getting me up to speed, @genetrixAdvoc8?
I plead the fifth.
Not even if I offer to 8uy everyone dinner when you get 8ack? ::::)
Yo+u say this as if yo+u didn't *just* get into+ a blo+o+dy fight with Damara last week to+o+. Or are yo+u implying yo+u want to+ get arrested?
just wanna do some evil shit that WOULD get me arrested 3>8(
Try po+litical activism. It's ho+w I was arrested the last few times. Tho+ugh I'm sure even an ex-heiress getting incarcerated is sure to+ cause a majo+r scandal.
UG)()()()( T)(ATS BORINGGGGGGGGGGG
oh, so TH1S 1s where y'all were... damz told me a... very d1fferent story...
YOU ALREADY KNOW. 0u0 #HI. #WYD.
EVERY TIME. -_-“
ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CINEPHILES, CINEASTES, CINEMANIACS, AND ANY OTHER VACUOUS SHITWIGGLER EVER TO SQUEAK TOGETHER THE SPONGECELLS TO HIT "FOLLOW" ON THE #ABCC AND #WATCHPARTY TAGS. THIS IS YOUR *ORIGINAL* #ABCC-FILMLEADER SPEAKING. GOOD GALVANIC GRUBSHIT, AM I EXCITED TO WATCH THIS ONE AGAIN. THE CULMINATING FINAL FEATURE OF #MEATWEEK. A FILM WHOSE MEAT IS NOT ONLY IN ITS RIVETING PRACTICAL EFFECTS OR ITS EXPLORATION OF VISCERA AS THE MEDIUM OF THE DIVINE, PROFANED BY MAN — BUT IN THE SHEER VOLUME OF ITS SATISFYING, JUICY NARRATIVE SUBSTANCE, HATCHED FIRST BY A VISIONARY IN THE PRIME OF HER YOUTH AND REIMAGINED BY A CULTURAL LUSUS FIGURE IN HIS SUNSET SWEEPS. DEL TORO'S UNQUESTIONABLE MAGNUM OPUS. HIS FINAL HORCRUX. THE PORTRAIT OF DORIAN GRAY THAT EMBODIES HIS MORBID, GRINNING, CHICANEROUS SOUL. HIS LOVE LETTER — YES, IT'S A ROMANCE FOR THIS REASON, AMONG OTHERS — TO HUMAN MARY SHELLEY HERSELF. THE MODERN PROMETHEUS. TONIGHT, FOR #ABCC-PST, I WILL BE RETURNING TO MY FILMLEADERLY DUTIES AT THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB TO HOST GUILLERMO DEL TORO'S 2025 ADAPTATION OF FRANKENSTEIN. THIS FILM IS RATED R (RIP THIS TOWN A NEW WASTE CHUTE) FOR SOME GRISLY, FLAGRANTLY #NSFW VISUALS AND SEVERE #VIOLENCE. FULL CONTENT WARNING BELOW THE CUT. REMINDER THAT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE #SUBSTANCE NIGHT FOR *EVERY* FRIDAY ABCC SHOWTIME (SEE: TAKE SOME FUCKING INITIATIVE AND HOST YOUR OWN, BELOW), BUT I'M HOSTING THIS ONE. SO IT'S SUBSTANCE NIGHT. GET SUBSTANCED ABOUT IT, IF YOU WANT. GO CRAZY, GO SHITHIVE MAGGOTS. WE'LL BE STARTING AT 7 PM PST SHARP AT THE FLAGSHIP LINK [ https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc ] [SPONSORED BY FELLOW ABCC FILMLEADER AND SUSPICIOUSLY WEALTHY SPONSOR, LA PRINCESA BARKBUXX @XXSCENEGRLXX ]. HOP ON THE #ABCC-CHATTR AND #ABCC-PST TAGS DURING AND AFTER THE FILM TO YAP TO YOUR PUSHER'S CONTENT ABOUT ALL YOUR RIVETING THOUGHTS ON THIS HONEST-TO-MOTHERGRUB GEM OF MODERN STORYTELLING. TRUST ME. THIS IS THE ONE YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS. AND IN THE EVENT THAT THE STREAM IS FULL TO BURSTING WITH OUR RA, SEE THE ABCC WEBSITE ON HOW TO HOST YOUR OWN. IF THERE WAS EVER A REASON TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE OF ABCC FILMLEADERSHIP, THIS WOULD BE IT. QUESTIONS? COMMENTS? MOVIE SUGGESTIONS? EITHER SHOVE THEM UP YOUR CHUTE, OR SHOVE THEM IN THE ABCC SUGGESTION BOX/OUR MAILBOX, IF YOU GIVE A SHIT. FEEL FREE TO JOIN THE DISCUSSION ROOM (ABCC FILM CLUB) HOSTED BY MY BARELY TOLERABLE CO-LEADER @CREATICGOETICIST VIA THE LINK BELOW, AFTER THE SHOWING. NOW GO. GET IN THE COMMENTS. RSVP WHILE YOU STILL CAN, YOU DUMBFUCKS. SEATS WILL FLY FAST. THIS IS ONE OF THE BIG ONES. SO ONCE MORE. WITH FEELING. #GETIN.
:33< *ac pounces on this post* im in!!!
:33< yes yes yes!!! :33< purrrlease we miss mew
1 W1LL DO MY B3ST! 1 M1SS YOU GUYS TOO!
xx_u_kno_chow_iz_dere_x3_xx
HOLY FUCKING SHIT. IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. I'M THROWING AS MUCH LEADERLY FUEL AS I CAN SHOVEL INTO WHATEVER FIRE I HAVE TO LIGHT UNDER YOUR ASS TO GET YOU HERE. YES. HELL YES. HELL FUCKING YES.
H3H3H3! GOSH! 1T'S N1C3 TO KNOW /TH3/ K4RK4T V4NT4S M1SS3D MY 4SS TOO... H3H, 1'LL DO MY B3ST JUST P1NG M3 WH3N 1T'S T1M3, DUD3! >:]
I Will Attend This One, Tolight.
SO DARKSO ELDRAN FINALLY SWINGS BY MY HUMBLE, DUSTY CORNER OF PARADOX SPACE. UNSURPRISING THAT YOU SHOULD SHOW UP FOR THE MOVIE MADE BY THE FUCKING COSTUME PORN DIRECTOR. EAT YOUR FRILLY PUSHER OUT, YOU FOPPISH LITTLE STITCHWITCH. SERIOUSLY. THIS IS THE ONE TO COME TO. SEE YOU THERE.
Such A Way With Words You Have, Karkat; You Should Save Your Monologuing For The Intro Of Tolight's Viewing. See You. #amused
ALRIGHT, #ABCC. #GETIN. https://hyperbeam.com/v/abcc
Some of you are rather fond of calling psionics "mental powers," which is just as informative as calling digestion a "stomach power." The thinkpan is an organ. It is a complicated one, mind you. But an organ nonetheless. Trolls possess the same broad neurological necessities one would expect of any sufficiently sophisticated animal: sensory processing, motor control, memory, endocrine regulation, autonomic function, and so forth. The unusual portion is a set of structures threaded through and immediately beneath the ordinary neural tissue which have no especially useful human analogue. For convenience, I will refer to this system as the psionic complex. It is composed of three major components. Some neurosurgeonerals of Alternia refer to them by the shorthand of the lattice, node, and resonator. I will elaborate on the specifics shortly, but understand that each of these structures has its own substructures. The first component mentioned, the cerebral lattice, is a dense web of conductive tissue distributed primarily around the frontal, parietal, and temporal regions of the thinkpan. It is similar enough to ordinary neural tissue under crude examination that those crude trolls examining it tend to miss it. Its cells are considerably richer in conductive metals and electroactive proteins than the surrounding matter, and they form repeating geometric bundles rather than conventional branching neural networks. These bundles carry and synchronize electrical impulses. A normal thinkpan contains billions of individual neural events occurring simultaneously. The cerebral lattice can force enormous numbers of those signals into phase with one another. Once sufficiently synchronized, the activity ceases behaving like mere thought and begins producing a coherent psionic field. This is one of the fundamental cornerstones of psionic biology and of psionic practice. A psion does not "think very hard" and move an object. Their thinkpan converts synchronized neural activity into an external physical effect. This keeps particularly determined idiots from developing their own telekinesis. The second structure is the psionic node. This is a small organ seated deep within the thinkpan, approximately where several major sensory and endocrine pathways converge. Its precise shape varies considerably between castes and, even more importantly, between individuals. If you were to open a troll with negligible psionic aptitude, you would scarcely find more than a knot of this specialized tissue. In a powerful psion, it can be enormous relative to the surrounding structures. It would be vascularized to maximize activity and connected to the cerebral lattice with bundles of conductive fibers. This node performs two functions. It regulates output, and it determines the category of output the thinkpan is capable of producing. This is where the popular notion of "different psychic powers" becomes rather strange. Telekinesis, communion, mind control, prophetic sensitivity, dream intrusion, and the various phenomena collectively referred to as chucklevoodoo are not entirely separate mechanisms. The primary difference between these abilities would be the node. A goldblood whose node is heavily integrated with motor planning and spatial processing may externalize those systems. The thinkpan ordinarily calculates force, direction, velocity, weight, distance, and position so that the body may reach out and move an object. The telekinetic merely eliminates the inconvenient requirement that the arms participate. The third and final component is the cranial resonator. This is where this little system goes from novel to unpleasant. The inner surface of the skull contains microscopic crystalline deposits interwoven with the meninges and vascular channels surrounding the thinkpan. In most trolls, these deposits are sparse. In gifted trolls, they form branching structures around the cerebral lattice. They are similar to biological antennae. The node generates, the lattice synchronizes, and the resonator couples the resulting activity to the world outside the nugbone. Without it, a powerful psionic thinkpan would accomplish little besides cooking itself. Which, incidentally, still happens often. Headaches, nosebleeds, eye hemorrhage, seizures, temporary blindness, sensory distortion, aphasia, and loss of consciousness are all perfectly reasonable consequences to expect when your resonator matrix is damaged. It is important to understand why different hemotypes have different relationships to psionic structures. Different hemotypes deposit different concentrations of metals, pigments, proteins, and trace compounds into nervous tissue during development. These compounding elements result in certain changes: conductivity, vascularization, and resonator and node densities and shapes. Most importantly, they alter where the psionic node establishes its strongest connections. This is why psychic abilities tend to cluster by caste rather than forming a collection of caste-exclusive abilities. Blood does not contain "telekinesis." Blood creates the developmental conditions under which a certain kind of psionic architecture is more likely to form. Rustblood psionics appear to suffer from unusually permissive sensory filtering. Aradia Megido did not require a specialized organ for hearing ghosts. Her thinkpan simply admitted information most trolls automatically discard. Bronzeblood communion externalizes the machinery used to interpret other creatures. At sufficient strength, it becomes influence. Goldbloods have the most developed raw psionic architecture, with enlarged nodes, dense resonators, and extremely conductive neural tissue. This grants tremendous output at the cost of instability. Telekinesis, involuntary discharge, migraines, and prophetic noise are different consequences of a nervous system coping with psionic information. Cerulean domination is far more specialized. These psionics interface directly with motor and executive pathways. The victim need not cease thinking. They only cease being the primary authority over the body. Purpleblood chucklevoodoos instead interfere with fear, sleep, memory, and perception. Why seize someone's limbs when you may alter what their thinkpan considers frightening, significant, familiar, or real? Success is not determined by raw power alone. Psionic abilities depend upon resonance between nervous systems. Some thinkpans synchronize readily; others resist. Blood influences both architecture and compatibility. These categories may also overlap. A troll may possess telekinesis and clairaudience, communion and emotional projection, or any number of hybrid expressions. The classifications are ours. The anatomy is less considerate of the taxonomical categories provided. All of this is metabolically expensive. Psionic use consumes enormous amounts of oxygen and glucose, producing exhaustion, overheating, migraines, tremors, hemorrhage, seizures, and, when pushed sufficiently far, catastrophic damage to the thinkpan. So there is no mystical reservoir of caste energy involved. For the inevitable "TL;DR" request. Blood shapes the thinkpan. The node determines what it can affect. The lattice produces coherence. The resonator carries the signal beyond the skull.
She resonate on my lattice until I node/
yeah
What rotten luck. That's two for two... It 8etter not happen a third time or I'll 8e extremely cross.
wh4t th3 fr1ck h4pp3n3d 4r3n4tor????! #v4gu34sfuckkkk
I'll let you know when I'm done handling things, Latula.
:o) Turns out that I am #AlreadyHere :o) #NightsofFrights commences in but a mere few minutes with The Dark Crystal, followed by Obsession! :o) #GetIn #WatchParty https://hyperbeam.com/v/Clownhound
CONFER WITH CO-COUNSEL! can't wait ᴹ:)
If this panache doesn't go away on its own soon, it'll 8e my turn to take a handful of pills to find relief. ::::(
|--[ twO iBuprOfen every fOur hOurs up tO 3 dOses. Or pArAcetAmOl if yOu find it tO Be mOre effective. ]-->
Thank you. ::::) I usually wait 6 to 8 hours 8etween doses.
:o) Tomorrow, our second Nights of Frights begins, my friends! :o) Are you feeling spooky...? :o) This one will be much scarier than our last showing, rest assured. I will be airing The Dark Crystal and Obsession. For these films, content warnings will be published in a chit prior to the start of the event. :o) I hope to see you all there! Hee hee. :o) I remain, The Great and Terrible Kurloz.
had to beat the guy who took this pic and send it to myshellf with his palmhusk #thatswhatshegets #stayouttamyblock #blockasinroom #inthehotel #itsblood #itsallblood #violence
:/
tf is that face for
No+thing. I'm happy fo+r yo+u o+r whatever.
saury did YOU want to get #cw-droening and beat up
No+, but I co+uld've been a bystander to+o+. Maybe even mediated a little.
gill trust me you didnt wanna be there. blood flyin and i was gettin all up on her you didnt wanna sea all that
Hnnn.
I mean, no+, o+f co+urse no+t. Why wo+uld I want to+ see that.
ill shoot you a text next time how bout that
HHHH #ALREADYTHERE.
FROM THE MOMENT THE NAME "CHALKBOX" WAS SEARED ONTO MY CHITTR PROFILE LIKE A DIGITAL BRANDING IRON, I HAVE CHAFED BENEATH IT. SOME OF YOU KNOW ME BY THIS TITLE AND NOTHING ELSE. TO SOME OF YOU, I STOPPED BEING "KARKAT" A LONG TIME AGO. AND ONCE UPON A TIME, I WOULD HAVE TOLD THOSE JACKOFFS TO KISS MY HEMOANONYMOUS ASS. BUT THAT OFFER IS NO LONGER VALID. THIS ASS HAS SINCE APPRECIATED IN VALUE BEYOND WHAT YOUR POCKET CAEGARS CAN AFFORD. IT'S BEEN THROUGH THE MOST BRUTAL AND CUTTHROAT OF ALL WORKPLACE RELATIONSHIPS — THE PRIME TIME SOAP OPERA OF COWORKERLY PLOT TWISTS. A MERGER. A MERGING OF ALLIANCES. PUBLICLY. IN THE TOWN SQUARE. PLAIN AS THE STUPID ON YOUR FACE. A FIRM, MEATY PRONGSHAKE BETWEEN TWO SHITBAGS FROM DIFFERENT WALKS OF LIFE WHO HAVE SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN THE SAME COSMIC LANDFILL, ANYWAY. TWO FUCKWITS WHO HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN I OR ANYONE ELSE MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT. TWO FECULENT NOOKSTAINS WHO KNOW THAT IF WE'RE GOING TO BE PRESS-GANGED INTO SERVICE IN THE WORST JOB IN EXISTENCE, WE'RE GOING TO DO IT IN STYLE. TO THE FELT. TO *ALL* OF THE FELT. YES, INCLUDING YOU, @handMaid. BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO SEE THIS, PERSONALLY. MAY THE GLOWING-HOT PROD OF MY ENMITY REND ITSELF UPON THE MEMBRANE OF YOUR GANDERBULBS WITH SIZZLING, BUBBLING AMUSEMENT. BECAUSE, AND I QUOTE, "ALL MEN KNOW HOW TO DO IS LIE AND STEAL AND FUCKING BETRAY." AND MOST OF ALL, TO MY COWORKERS. TO MY TEAM. TO THE FECKLESS, MISERABLE SHITHEELS WHO EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO GET THE JOB ALONGSIDE ME. TO THE ONES WHO NEVER GAVE UP. THE ONES FOR WHOM "CHALKBOX" WAS NEVER A BAD WORD. @comedyGold. @gullibleColumnist. @terribleFate, YOU TOO, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO. AND WHY THE FUCK NOT — @veritysGleam, MY LOYAL MAIDLING. @terminatedRegalia WANTS YOU TO REPORT TO A LEADER? YOU'RE SURE AS FUCK GOING TO GET ONE. SO HERE. FOR ALL YOU ANNOYING CHUTEMAGGOTS WHO EVER BUSTED MY GLOBES ABOUT NOT "COMMITTING TO THE WORKPLACE TEAM SPIRIT. FINE. YOU WIN. THIS IS THE PATHETIC, MICROSCOPIC CRUMB OF MY CONCESSION. @scratchDoctor. SINCE THE MOMENT YOU SIGNED MY EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT, I ONLY EVER WORE A SHRED OF THE COLOR TO SPITE YOUR DUMBFUCK ANTIQUATED DRESS CODE. EVERY TIME I YANK THE TIE OFF, IT'S WITH MY MIDDLE PRONGSTUB. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT DIRECTION I POINT IT IN — I KNOW IT'S ALWAYS FACING YOU. I HAVE IMBUED THAT TIE WITH ALL OF MY HATE. ALL OF MY RAGE. ALL OF THE BITTER, FULMINATING CHAGRIN IN MY EVERY PULSING LIFE FIBER. I PLAN TO DO THE SAME WITH THIS ONE, FOR THE RECORD. SO FEAST YOUR SMOOTH, BALD HEAD (IN PLACE OF ANY DISCERNIBLE GANDERBULBS) ON THE COLOR YOU SO CLEARLY WANT YOUR COVEN OF INTERDIMENSIONAL RAINBOW DRINKER COSPLAYERS TO WEAR. GO AHEAD. GLOAT LIKE YOU WON ME OVER, EVENTUALLY. LIKE I DECIDED TO REP THE COMPANY COLORS, FOR ONCE. IT IS MY HATE-FILLED, SPITE-FUELED, IRONIC GESTURE OF PROTEST TO YOU AND THE MALDING GREEN MANLET @caliBorn HIMSELF. YOU TWO, BY VIRTUE OF SIGNING MY CHECKS, HAVE SUFFICIENT CLEARANCE TO KISS MY ASS. THE FELT IS MORE THAN A NINE TO FIVE. MORE THAN A HIVE WHERE I KICK UP MY FRONDS AFTER A GRUELING ETERNITY OF TOIL, WHETHER IT'S IN THIS TIME PERIOD OR IN AN ISEKAI TO THE FAR-FLUNG PAST. MORE THAN A PRISON TO CONTAIN A HATRED THAT PARADOX SPACE ITSELF HAS BEEN TRYING TO SQUASH FOR AS LONG AS I'VE BEEN WEARING GRAY, AND IT STILL HASN'T CULLED ME YET. THE FELT IS WHERE I BELONG. FOR BETTER AND FOR WORSE. SO GO AHEAD. FUCK IT. WHO CARES WHAT YOU CALL ME. KARKAT. CHALKBOX. CHALKY. OR ANOTHER TITLE THAT I'LL UNVEIL IN ANOTHER, SEPARATE CHITT, RELATED TO HAVING FINALLY PUT A CERTAIN CHICANEROUS PURRBEAST IN HER PLACE IN REGARD TO WHO THE *SUPERIOR ROMANTIC CINEASTE* IS. IT DOESN'T MATTER. IF I'M HERE FOREVER, I'M DOING IT MY WAY. OR IN THIS CASE, A SORT OF JOINT-PARTNERSHIP WAY. BESPOKE NEW UNIFORM COURTESY OF @charmeuseCaressing. TAILORED BY THE FELT, YES, BUT ON *MY* TERMS. BECAUSE YOU DRESS FOR THE JOB YOU WANT, NOT THE ONE YOU HAVE. AND MARA. IF YOU'RE READING THIS. AND I KNOW YOU ARE, BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOURSELF. I WANT THAT PAIR OF NEEDLES YOU VANDALIZED OUT OF ROTTING GREEN COMPANY PROPERTY. NOT BECAUSE I GIVE A SHIT. BUT BECAUSE I KNOW AN OBNOXIOUS, OMNIPOTENT DIPSHIT WHO DOES. HOW MANY ZEROES WILL BE ON THE CHECK HE SIGNS WHEN I BRING BACK HIS SISTER'S THORASSIC BONE CURVATURE, I WONDER. ESPECIALLY WHEN I PRY IT FROM YOUR HOT, WHORELY HANDS. WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU AND EVERY OTHER POMPOUS, JACKBOOTED SHITHEEL WHO KEPT ME DOWN HERE, I'LL STAB THEM STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR WORKPLACE ORGANIZATION CHART AND TEAR IT A GAPING NEW WASTE CHUTE. THERE ARE GOING TO BE SOME FUCKDAMN *CHANGES* AROUND HERE. DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME LAMENTING THE LOSS OF YOUR UNDERLING, *MANAGER.* BECAUSE THAT PROMOTION. IS #ALREADYHERE.
They do say the outfit makes the man. It is a fine look, nonetheless.
hell yeah man
xx_HAWT._AURA._WOOF_WOOF_WOOF._ETC._HOLY_SHART......_xx
What an extraordinary amount of ceremony to announce that you have finally learned how to dress yourself. You appear to believe this is defiance because you have performed it loudly. That is a charming mistake. You may spit on the tie before you knot it. You may curse my name while you straighten the collar. You may privately imagine that every thread is woven from your hatred for me. None of this alters the rather conspicuous fact that, when you were finished, you looked in the mirror and saw exactly what I told you to become. You call it concession. I call it compliance with commentary. And now, after all that shrieking about autonomy, you have declared the Felt your home, its enemies your enemies, its property worth recovering, its hierarchy worth ascending, and its future something you personally intend to improve. You have not escaped the machine, Karkat. You have become ambitious about where you sit inside it. As for your promotion, I encourage you to enjoy it. Titles are very important to those of us who require them to feel taller. You may call yourself a leader. You may call yourself indispensable. You may even convince the others. But do not confuse increased responsibility with increased freedom. A longer leash is still attached at one end. There will be no zeroes on the check, I assure you. It was my loving craftsmanship that created those twins you seek. It was my guiding hand, and the blood, spit, and tears of our dearest Handmaid that enforced a sentimentality into them beyond anything you could seek to accomplish. If you get your grubby mitts on them, they will become merely knickknacks. You do not understand the forces at play for such a delicacy. No amount of lathes, or false gods, or any sort of conceited data-miners can replicate the item. You certainly cannot wield the item. Not yet. As much of a flusterfuck as your inherent fury has been, I admit it has carried you hurriedly through your few tasks you've been assigned. That is precisely why I continue to assign them to you. You are very useful when pointed in a direction you already wanted to charge. It saves me the trouble of convincing you. I merely arrange the furniture, place something sufficiently offensive at the opposite end of the room, and allow nature to take its course. You mistake momentum for independence rather often. That is not an insult, by the way. There are employees who require supervision, incentives, threats, explanations, carefully constructed systems of reward. You require an enemy. Preferably one with a face. Ideally one who has personally offended you. Give Karkat Vantas something to hate and suddenly punctuality ceases to be an issue. So by all means, continue climbing. Continue announcing your promotions before anyone has approved them. Continue turning every assignment into a personal crusade and every workplace inconvenience into some grand confrontation with fate itself. It has produced results, which is more than I can say for a distressing number of the people on my payroll. I do not care whether you obey happily. I care that, eventually, you obey. Reach the destination cursing me, arrive bleeding through the teeth you've ground to nubs, kick the door off its hinges. Despite all of this, you arrived where I wanted you to. And if you someday become capable of wielding those needles, truly wielding them, then you will understand why I am not particularly concerned about Damara possessing them now. Nor would I be concerned with your trite attempts at grabbing power. They are just rib bones after all. Even if you were rewarded, for what may be reduced to mere toothpicks upon being deposited into his unending pile of used toothpicks. You should be roughly familiar, given your residual duties of cleaning the manor. You may have even swept them up already. Though, in pursuing my Handmaid's hand in disparage, you have undoubtedly considered the aftermath of your duel to the death over these artifacts. Is it possible that you seek to be her maid of dishonor, staining the title of the Demoness with your own gauche time-poorly-spent shenanigans? While I commend you for finally choosing a worthwhile tailor, perhaps you shouldn't have chosen one so like myself. Your affiliation is showing quite clearly. You don your collar as though it is decoration. You do not quite understand the purpose of this restraint. That is fine. I will teach you. Look around. Any direction. You will know that I am, as you put it, already here.
wowie... uhhh um hehehehe you look really good karkat glad i could made you feel welcome in a place that really isnt welcoming eheh and im really glad chalky stuck i was a lil worried you would say "THAT SUCKS NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN" but seems i worried for nothin hehehe (|;*
HE FINALLY LEARNS HOW TO GET SUITED AND BOOTED.
K4RL4T 1 DO N33D TO KNOW 1F 1 C4N L1CK TH4T CH4LK
hmm
im on my fucking way. i am #alreadythere.
I think that I am overdue for an introduction post. About five or six months too late, sure, but who's keeping count? This is just to enlighten anyone who might see my posts and wonder "Thirty days? What ever could she mean?" My name is Rose Lalonde. One of many on this site, and one of an infinitely spanning scale of people bearing my name and face. A drop in the ocean, so to speak. I have never once believed myself to be a standout amongst my kin. All that really makes me unique, if you ask me, are the things that are a result of my timeline having a particularly strong amount of interference from Lord English and his reality-warping henchmen. When my friends and I beat our game, we entered the universe that was to be our prize, only to find an expanse of space stuffed to the brim with radiation so potent it rendered the planets we placed in it dead on arrival. Somehow, the Green Sun returned. And I do mean 'somehow'. If you want a detailed explanation as to how a construct of the game existed in our new universe, you are sitting in the same boat as us. Our Jade came up with a plan, and she flew off to enact it. She never returned. Whatever she may have done out there pulled back the influence of the Green Sun and allowed our universe to flourish. Millions of years into the future and a subsequent seven spent searching for her, we gave up the search, because I got sick. For the last several years, I've "suffered" from an illness no doctor has been able to explain. My visions tear through the crevices of my brain, separating synapse from synapse. The headaches split me in two. My body weakens, my energy depletes, and all of my pain and prophecies coalesce into a single, finite point of absolute certainty — I am going to die. There is a time, and a place. It will happen outside of my house, a mere few steps out of my front door. It will happen early into November of this year, and I will not get to know what does it. It could be a stray bullet or the implosion of the Green Sun itself putting an untimely end to our infant universe, and me along with it. Regardless of the cause, no vision I have ever had stretches beyond that moment. I want no pity for this. I've known about it for years, and I have gone through the seven stages and then some. On a lighter note... I've taken up sketching on my phone as a way to pass the time. I like to knit, I enjoy a ridiculous comedy and a gothic romance every now and then, and I wrote a novel called Complacency of the Learned, with half of a sequel tucked securely in my house for some future author with my same detached ironic je ne sais quoi to carry on my legacy with. I hope this answers any questions anyone might have over the next thirty days. Here is a fun little bonus activity: If you read all of this, reply with "Tentacle". It will confuse anyone who didn't and give me a chuckle. You wouldn't deny a dying woman a chuckle, would you?
Please, Rose. Must I?
I'm so sickly and devoid of chuckles...
Cough cough.
Sigh. Very well. I shall make an exception. Tentacle. And no, it's not #suggestive on my end.
tent♤cle.
Tentacle I struggle to imagine what could kill you by surprise Unless the vision is followed by some act of heroism it just seems Off
tentacle lol
Tentaclle.
tentacle.
tentacle.
I've acquired quite a few new f9ll9wers in the past few perigees during my peri9d 9f decreased activity 9n Chittr, f9r which I am very grateful. H9wever, I feel that I need t9 re-esta6lish s9me 69undaries 9f mine that I have n9t made evident in a while. There is a small 6ut n9t imp9ssi6le chance that y9u are acquainted with an9ther Kankri Vantas fr9m y9ur timeline, fr9m Chittr, fr9m a dream 6u66le, 9r fr9m elsewhere in the vast expanse 9f the splinternet. If s9, I am happy f9r y9u. Kankris acr9ss #Parad9xSpace are kn9wn t9 materially impr9ve the lives 9f the pe9ple ar9und them, and s9me 9f my cl9sest friends have thanked me f9r my and my alternates' ceaseless eff9rts in helping shape them t9 6e 6etter pe9ple. H9wever, if y9u are cl9se with an9ther Kankri, I must stress that that d9es n9t mean y9u are cl9se with me, and that g9es d9u6ly f9r th9se 9f y9u wh9 are in intimate r9mantic 9r sexual relati9nships with y9ur Kankri. I w9n't pretend I understand 9r appr9ve 9f this seemingly widespread desire am9ng s9 many 9f my alternate selves t9 shed what I assume was a lifel9ng dedicati9n t9 #Celi6acy, 6ut it is n9t f9r me t9 understand 9r appr9ve 9f. This p9st is n9t f9r me t9 c9ndemn the l99sening 9f 9ne's m9rals. Regardless, *I* am my 9wn individual with my 9wn th9ughts, feelings, aspirati9ns, and desires. I will take it in g99d faith that the sentiment is well-intenti9ned, 6ut I d9 n9t find it flattering t9 6e c9mpared t9 my alternate selves. I actually find the pr9spect t9 6e quite pr96lematic and, at the m9st egregi9us 9f times, 9utright 9ffensive. I have spent en9ugh time 9n this platf9rm 96serving their acc9unts t9 kn9w that there are fundamental ways in which we agree, which I w9n't get int9 here f9r the sake 9f 6revity, 6ut it d9es emphasize t9 me that we are n9t the same pe9ple. T9 treat any pers9n with alternate selves as if each iterati9n is interchangea6le is t9 deny us 9f 9ur tr9llmanity and aut9n9my as individuals. If y9u w9uld like t9 get t9 kn9w me as me, then my DMs, ask f9rm, and chitt c9mment threads are always 9pen. If, h9wever, y9u are simply g9ing t9 lump me in with whatever versi9n 9f Kankri y9u prefer m9st, then d9 n9t take 9ffense when I push 6ack 9n this classificati9n t9 assert my 9wn pers9nh99d. #Vaguep9sting #AlternateSelves #Individuality #Asserti9ns9fPers9nh99d #NewF9ll9werPSA #69undaryEsta6lishing #Menti9ns9fCeli6acy #Denial9fTr9llmanity #TheTirelessFightT9Reinf9rceAut9n9my #IfY9uHaveS9methingT9SayT9MeThenSayItT9Me
I DIDN’T READ MOST OF THE POST. ARE YOU PRETENDING YOU DON’T LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE SIGNLESS AGAIN. WHY DON’T WE LET CHITTR DECIDE.
ah one of my favorite paintings. yes the resemblance is uncanny.
If y9u w9uld actually read the p9st y9u'll n9tice that I didn't address physical resem6lance whats9ever. H9wever, 9n that n9te, I will p9int 9ut that we d9n't l99k *that* much alike. 96vi9usly the similarities are there, 6ut we have entirely different aesthetic and fashi9n sensi6ilities. Any truly dedicated f9ll9wer 9f the Signless sh9uld 6e a6le t9 tell us apart.
I’M MORE OF A CASUAL FOLLOWER. LURKING BEHIND YOU. BIDING MY TIME. UNTIL YOU HAPPEN TO BEND OVER. #SUGGESTIVE.
This is one of the most effective methods to get Mituna to quiet down. Well, one of them anyway. It's a shame that his out8urst when he couldn't 8uild his castle properly kept him from earning another star. It would've pleased Porrim and I. ::::)
Hmm. Only if yo+u ask nicely. What's the magic wo+rd?
HGRGHHHGRR......,....... PL3453?
There's my go+o+d bo+y. <3 Next time I see yo+u, that star is go+ing right o+n yo+ur cheek.
HGHRGH3H H3HH34HH4H3HH3 R34LLYY?? 1M 7H47 G00D 3H3H3H4H3HH3H34
have yxu cxnsidered a career in medicull care? - xx
What? No+. What makes yo+u say that?
yxu have a way abxut yxu. - xx @resuscitativeNightingale #secxndxpinixn? - xx
>-8==— fetishisticc behaviour, perhaps not a good fit...
its a gray area. - xx
>-8==— ...sure >-8==— she would have to go through a 2 sweep of medicculler scchool, training programs and residenccy, if she was cconsidered for the role.
I find the recurring horror conceit of "the book you must never read" somewhat insulting. You cannot bind something in human skin, lock it beneath a monastery, have six generations of occultists die attempting to translate it, and then expect me to demonstrate restraint. At that point, the book has been marketed directly to me. I will be reading it. .
can you make iit iinto a culldle e-book after you fiinii2h tran2latiing and readiing iit.
Only if you get a case made out of troll chitin for authenticity.
yeah ii can probably do that.
:o) Not long now, my friends... :o) In but two evenings time, the Kurloz Nights of Frights begins! :o) Starting at 9PM GMT (Ghastly Mist Time) :o) We will begin with some wriggler tier movies. :o) The two live action Scooby-Doo films. :o) Further details of this event in my pinned :o) Be there OR FEEL THE WRATH OF THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE KURLOZ! ;o) Tee hee ;o) Did I scare you? :o) Happy Honklloweeeeeennnnn.....
hehe honklween.
i THINK IT IS, sORT OF STRANGE, fOR TWO HUMANS WHO ARE DATING, tO SAY THEY ARE MATESPRITS, lIKE,,, iT 1S NOT JUST A SYNONYM, fOR A CLASSIC HUMAN, rOMANTIC ENTANGLEMENT, aND THERE ARE DIFFERENT IDEAS, aND EMOTIONS AND, cULTURAL, tHINGIES, tHAT COME WITH IT, sO IT KINDA JUST FEELS LIKE, pLAYING AT BEING A TROLL, wITHOUT REALLY, uNDERSTANDING THE NUANCES OF, oUR SYSTEMS OR, tHINKING ABOUT 1T BEYOND, wANTING TO USE US AS A TREND, iT IS,,, wEIRD, aND SOMETHING i SEE ON eARTH-C, a DECENT AMOUNT,
it’s juvenile sxcially cxntagixus atxtixn-seeking. - xx
#FREETHEGRUBSCAR.
vwhat a gorgeous vwiewv, and i aint talking the moonsets!
:o) Hee hee... :o) #FreeTheGrubscar
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THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE. LIKE SEARING HOT RED NOOK.
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ARE YOU WINNING.
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DO YOU NEED A PLUG. #SPECIALSTARDUST. #CANDYCRUSHING.
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:o) Ah...That's much better. Do you feel the air? That biting chill? :o) Can you see the way the leaves are slowly starting to turn...? :o) The best season is upon us, my dear acolytes. AND I AM HERE TO BRING THE MOTHERFUCKING RANCOR! ;o) Do you like scary movies? you heard god damn right. THE KURLOZ NIGHTS OF FRIGHTS IS COMING! spooks? scares? jokes? japes? WE GON' HAVE IT MOTHERFUCKIN' ALL, YOU SCARY BITCH! you want movies? shit, i got movies i got movies comin' out my god damn hair I HOPE TO SEE SOME OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS THERE THROUGHOUT THE SPOOKIEST MONTH WE GOT! c'mon, you want in, right? you ain't gon' turn cluckbeast now, are you? BETTER MOTHERFUCKIN' NOT! HAW HAW HAW HAW! see below images for details. plain text information forthcoming in reply chit. #NightsofFrights #Watchparty #GetIn (( Graphics made by @gullibleColumnist sorry the first draft didn't credit u I've been so frazzled.))
RE: THE KURLOZ NIGHTS OF FRIGHTS! i'll try to swing by for a few of these, actually
plaintext info for you bitches who hate images: THE FOLLOWING MOVIES WILL BE SHOWN ON THEIR SPECIFIED DATES, ALWAYS STARTING AT 9PM GMT UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE: 1st of October - Live action Scooby-Doo double feature 4th of October - Dark Crystal & Obsession 6th of October - Addams Family & wait wrong account I'm American Psycho 9th of October - The Birds & 28 Days Later 13th of October - Dracula & Sinners 16th of October - Return to Oz & Scream 20th of October - Repo! & Saw 23rd of October - Witch's Ghost & Jennifer's Body 27th of October - Ghostbusters & 13 Ghosts :o) These films are ranked in my personal tierlist of scary, so if you're someone who prefers the Baby Bluebloody Tier of media, then those ones are for you! Escalating in terms of severity. :o) If you ask for a specific films ranking, I will give it to you, or you can read it on the info sheet.
:oD Ah, a dear friend of just the themeing I'm looking for? you honor me in ways your mortal mind could not motherfucking comprehend.
I shall 8e there as often as I'm a8le to, dear. ::::)
:o) Your presence will be a balm on the senses, Miss Serket.
YAAAAAAAAAAA!!! ill be at as many of these as i can!!! cant wait (|:D
HELL YES, BROTHER. HELL. FUCKING. YES.
FOLLOWING IN YOUR GLORIOUS FOOTSTEPS, BLOOD BROTHER MINE.
To those of you who 8elieve that Kankri Vantas is a firm #pacifist, here's the evidence that proves otherwise. ::::) #The8lockIsDestroyed #NoOneWon
A shock and a half, isn't it?
I can't say that I've heard that one 8efore. ::::)
Hardly. Fancy yourself clever, don't you? Luckily, I think it's fun.
Do I ever, Hot Wheels.
Take this p9st d9wn. I did n9t give y9u permissi9n t9 capture and share my likeness. This is defamati9n. #AndImN9tATwink
It's only defamation if the elements of the post are false. ::::) #YesYouAre
Precisely. La6elling me as a twink is, indeed, a falseh99d, and thus an act 9f defamati9n. 6esides it 6eing an inaccurate way t9 descri6e my physique, "twink" has specific c9nn9tati9ns within the human gay c9mmunicati9n, which is a c9mmunity that I d9 n9t 6el9ng t9. Assigning me this m9niker w9uld 6e an act 9f #C9ercedCulturalAppr9priati9n and I d9 n9t c9nsent 9r agree.
novw i wvant to ask a vwery important question to all the cool cats on Chittr. its time for a #poll WVhat is the 8est place to finish vwhen you're doing the horizontal mam8o wvith your honey? ❤️ = Nook ♠️ = Ass ♦️ = Mouth ♣️ = Pail rechit = 8ody (face/8ack/tits etc) comment = other
yeah, i dunno vwhat im doing here. guess im using the pails, not your tits then. #nsfwv
do i need to add an option for "im the one getting creampied"?
nowv that's a wvoman that knowvs wvhat she vwants! howv good do i need to 8e to paint your tits purple?
when you've learned to be summoned to my side via hand signals alone. ♥︎ speaking of, i've booked us an appointment with the local boutique for your collar fitting. be ready in an hour, dear.
BEFORAN RANKINGS. OF NO ATTRIBUTE IN PARTICULAR. #SUGGESTIVE. AA: DAMARA. (MITUNA.) A: MEENAH. (KANKRI.) B: LATULA. (CRONUS.) C: (RUFIOH. KURLOZ.) D: (HORUSS.) DD: PORRIM. DDD: ARANEA. GG: MEULIN.
ill do better. promise.
Thank you, dearest Damara. Come to my hotel 8lock l8r, I'll reward you accordingly. :::;)
I DON’T CREATE REALITY. I ONLY DESCRIBE IT.
DON’T PLAY WITH MY PUSHER.
Who's playing? I always come through on my promises, don't I?
1 gu3ss3d th4t much, u wouldnt b3 fl4t 4s 4 (sk8)bo4rd 1f u h4d th3 cho1c3.
#CW-SELF-HARM YOURSELF. MY NOBLE AND DIGNIFIED AAS. SUIT THE ROYAL PALATE. WHILE YOUR VULGAR AND OBSCENE BS. ARE ONLY GOOD FOR CULLBAIT TO CHEW ON.
1m not try1ng to put you down grl. 1f 4nyth1ng, 1m j34louz. 1f 1 h4d to do th1s for 4 m1ll1on c43g4roon13z, 1d g3t squ1sh3d on both 3ndz, but ud sl1p r1ght thru! 1tz 4lmost unf41r tbh.
CULL YOURSELF. AND YOUR LITTLE BARKBEAST TOO.
roll1ng my glob3z. th3 ocul4r on3s. gu3ss you wouldnt b3 us3d to sp3c1fy1ng.