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perhaps....rambling just helps....(^ . ^ ❀) I do not...mind litsening....to people... (^ . ^ ❀) I hope...you do find...your calling though....I think....you are very strong....for being...open...about you feeling...of inadequacy... (^ . ^ ❀) Not many...do that... (^ . ^ ❀)

hi. im timi pierce; im a bard of time. if you're reading this after registering for the first time onto the website, me, then you need to understand the gravity of the danger you're in. you are in a perfect looping day. this website exists as the only proof showing that youre in a timeloop. without the information on this post, or the accumulated knowledge on this account, you will never have a chance in escaping this situation. this is what we know so far: 1. the time loop is perfect. it starts when youre awake, and ends when youre asleep. you havent tested yet if staying awake the rest of the day onto the next alters this. 2. it loops you back to today, may 18th, the day before your friends decided to fight the final boss and end the game. nothing so far indicates that anything is off; but youre still in this loop regardless. 3. youre the only one in the session perceiving this. your friends have not said anything nor show any awareness about this. you have yet to disprove the solipsistic factor 4. your memories of today are lost every time the loop resets. this account, and your interactions therein, are the only proof of this loop happening. this pinned message serves as your direct proof to read when you access this site. 5. everyone is nice here, even the mean ones. dont let this situation let you gain distrust of others. you can solve this. everyone wants you to solve this. You have Time. 6. your friends do not believe you and neither do the trolls. you may, in time, make them believe you, but you cant where youre at now here are the instructions on how to start your day: 1. when you finish registering, the site will pop up with this pinned post ive made. you will read it to completion. protect this post with your life; this is your lifeline. 2. you can click on your user icon to look at your own profile and previous posts. you need to read them all. you can slow time locally to re-read everything at your own pace. 3. write down any important notes here. only alter the pin if you feel important instructions, revelations, or details are necessary to be revealed to the next loop. if you delete this, you risk losing everything and going back to square one. this pin can be edited using the 'edit' button on the top of the post. 4. dont hesitate to ask people ideas here. this place, collectively, is not only an immense wealth of knowledge and experience beyond your wildest dreams, but the people here understand your problem, and while they might want to mess with you a little, theyll never hesitate to extend a hand to ensure your success. you are in the right hands in this site. i believe in you. please, do this for your friends. do it for the future at stake. do it so you can push everyone to the finish line and successfully give what your friends deserve; so you can go back to living a normal life. you deserve one after everything. the game has been fun, its true- the thrills are exhilarating. but its time to finish up and bring the curtains in. its time to find home. do it for me. and thank you, me, for doing your best. PS. YOU DONT NEED GOD TIER CLOTHING TO DO GOD TIER THINGS JUST FOCUS IT AWAY, YOU CAN BE LIBERATED FROM THE CODPIECE, PLEASE DONT IGNORE THIS

yet an0ther self pr0claimed auth0r. 0_0
To twist and warp an already imperfect system, one built on misguided compassion. Pervert it, corrupt it into a hollow parodic mask of itself. A thing of equal parts beauty and horror. I am drunk on this vision.
There are unfortunately those who do not appreciate such talents.
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 GET BRONCHITIS TWICE A YEAR AT LEAST MY LUNGS AREN'T THE WAY THAT THEY SHOULD BE AND I SMOKE MORE THAN A MOTHERFUCKING CHIMNEY I DECLARE WAR ON MY BODY. AND I'M A LIAR AND I AM A THIEF TAKING THINGS FROM THOSE BETTER THAN ME PATHETIC LITTLE MAN WITH SOME PATHETIC LITTLE DREAM I HOPE YOU ALL CAN FORGIVE ME. HTTPS://OPEN.SPOTIFY.COM/TRACK/38IRQKCRBWMDN3HKYNBTOQ?SI=821BC9FE592B431B #LYRICPOSTING
Wh3n I w4s told “But N3ophyt3 you’ll lov3 show1ng th3 prom1s1ng t34lbloods our futur3 4nd w1ll grow fond of th3m!” I w4s *not* 3xp3ct1ng th3m to r3p34t3dly shout fuck1ng 6 7 4ll 3v3n1ng long!!
Why would you comment on something if it means nothing to you? What a waste of effort!!!!!!!!

vesica got a fucking matesprit while ive been hospitalized (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, #n0n0thing, #nevern0thing, #alwayss0mething, archive rating: M)

BLAH BLAH BLAH. UNINTERESTING, REDUNDANT CHITT. COMPLETELY WORTHLESS AND UNINTERESTING. I SUCK AND I AM A DUMBFUCK SHIT-FOR-SPONGE WITH GENERIC OPINIONS ON THINGS ON THE INTERNET. I HAVE TECHNICALLY REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS. A BELOATHED COMPULSION FROM THE SAME POWERS THAT YOUR INSIPID FOLLOWS FUEL FORCES ME TO ACKNOWLEDGE AND REWARD THIS. WITH ANY LUCK, NONE OF YOU WILL EVEN READ THIS. TO SIMPLIFY THIS SUREFIRE SCUTTLETRAIN WRECK, I'LL FOLLOW THE TREND OF LEAST EFFORT, JUST BECAUSE I COULD NOT GIVE LESS OF A SHIT. I WILL *HUMOR* THE PREMISE OF THE MOST LIKED COMMENT.
i see. i hope mine ends soon. and hopefully if yours is still ongoing, that ends first. just not using my brain to think deep in messages.
does anyone else get the feeling of being sick but not being sick? to want to throw up and cry and lay around lazily, but cannot bring myself to do any of them? or how about just feeling so out of it but craving to be apart of something despite every fiber of your being screaming no and stop?

SIGH. YEAH. IT DID. LOOK, SEAMSTRESS. I AM GOING TO BE SO FUCKING "FOR REAL" WITH YOU, RIGHT NOW. AND JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING SO ABDOMINAL SAUSAGE-TWISTINGLY SINCERE ABOUT IT, I'M GOING TO TURN DOWN THE FLAMES A *LITTLE* BIT. WHICH I ACKNOWLEDGE, TEND TO RUN HOT. I'LL ADMIT THAT MUCH OUT LOUD. I MIGHT NOT HAVE LIVED ON BEFORUS, BUT I'VE LIVED IN TIMES THAT WERE, BY VIRTUE OF BEING FURTHER AHEAD THAN THE OTHER, PRETTY DAMN GOOD COMPARED TO SOME OTHER GRATUITOUSLY FUCK-AWFUL VERSION OF THE WORLD. AND MY ALTERNIA WASN'T A CAKEWALK. BUT IT HAD BREAKFAST CEREAL AND FIDUSPAWN AND JUST ENOUGH ADVANCEMENTS IN HEALTHCARE THAT EVERY TIME MY HUSKTOP FUCKING *EXPLODED,* I DIDN'T DIE. AND I'LL BE HONEST WITH YOU, I WAS AN IMAGINATIVE WIGGLER. YEAH. I GET IT. I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO GO ON ADVENTURES BEYOND THE CONCRETE CONFINES OF MY LITTLE DOMESTIC CELL BLOCK. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO WISH YOU WERE HATCHED IN A PLACE WHERE YOU COULD HAVE MADE THE MOST OF YOURSELF. BUT LOOK AT WHAT YOU ALREADY DOING. IN THE TIMESPAN THAT YOUR SORRY ASS LOGGED ONTO THIS FETID DIGITAL CRAWLSPAWN, YOU'VE BEEN WRITING MORE AND MORE WITH EACH CHITT, TO THE POINT WHERE YOU'RE GUNNING FOR THE *RANKMAID'S* SPOT IN TERMS OF LONG-FORM WRITING CONTENT. I'M PRETTY SURE THAT FOR ASPIRING WRITERS, THIS SORT OF MONOTONOUS, DAILY EXERCISE IN FUTILITY IS CONSIDERED "REALLY GOOD PRACTICE." IN OTHER WORDS, I THINK YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS AND GETTING BETTER. BUT THE "GETTING BETTER" PART IS WHERE THE ADVENTURE IS, BECAUSE THAT'S WHERE THE *DANGER* IS. AND DANGER IS THE THING YOU'RE WISHING FOR, RIGHT NOW. I'M JUST SAYING. MAYBE BEING A WRITER IS THE WAY THAT *YOU* BE AN ADVENTURER. I'M NOT TRYING TO YANK YOUR FROND AROUND OR ANYTHING, HERE. MAYBE YOU'RE ALREADY WHERE YOU NEED TO BE.
These statues sure are odd.. https://file.garden/adxXjRdfCBC6Cmiw/lost.png

Sixty Minutes Without Wife someone Is Dying #wifeposting
2o thii2 one tiime... A certaiin lady purcha2ed one of tho2e Alterniian connected 2mart toa2ter2, the one2 you could burn piicture2 and me22age2 onto toa2t wiith, and they were u2iing iit two terroriize everyone by leaviing cu2tom toa2t me22age2 around theiir hiive2, or for the one2 they really dii2daiined, by u2iing the "nearly charcoal" cu2tom 2ettiing iin order two be able two throw the toa2t through certaiin troll2 wiindow2... well anyway 2o II wanted two 2end them a me22age and II / where II 2hould have /~ and II 2ent the updated fiirmware two the central dii2triibutiing 2iite rather than theiir own per2onal toa2ter... 2o yeah iif you were dumb enough two buy one of tho2e piiece2 of 2ecuriity tra2h, and 2aw thii2 iin the morniing that fateful day, 2orry iit could have totally po22iibly kiinda 2orta been my fault... But 2tiill your fault for buyiing 2uch a iin2ecure piiece of 2hiit and actually connectiing iit onliine. http2://cdn.iimgche2t.com/fiile2/9ba2d0362cd1.png

Please doon't apooloogize because i doon't want too be nice too yoou yoour poost was barkbeastshit i really mean it
PERHAPS THE MOST INTERESTING BEFORUS HAS EVER BEEN. IT TAKES A TRUE ALTERNIAN MIND. TO WRING THIS KIND OF SICK SHIT OUT OF PURE BORING NOTHING. KUDOS!

𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 While it is certainly mathematically possible, the ramifications of such are rather painful to actually experience. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
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Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. This feels like a jab towards my lineage.

And so it's come to this. Reading fanfiction. I will begin with "My Immortal".

It was a pleasure to read. Not a large book by any means, but with fantastic detail.

Ridiculous creature finally stops biting me to retire to her ridiculous comfort slab. #BeastIsSated https://file.garden/acMBO6tw6Rf7QzjD/IMG_1255.jpeg

We are bringing back the 5 boondollar footlong.

The Woods All Black - Lee Mandelo Body horror, trans men and trans masculine/genderfuck protagonist and secondary characters, t4t, queer relationships, historical context, backwoods society, religious fear mongering, monster fucking. Genuinely enjoyable. #bookchittr #RoanRecommends https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3007981edc27.jpg
species: wolf caste: teal di.et: mostly carnivorous sstatus: least concer n this sweet little woof is named the dooggfathe rand belongs to @glitteringAcuity! hiis favorite thing sare extortiokn, cig.aarett..es,, and card games. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ee606ac934e7.png










