:33 < made this on a discord call with equius. did i want to embarrass him? a little. :33 [nepeta uploads a video called "sgrub hype edit equius - after dark by mr. kitty." it is a compilation of equius brooding to a dark synth backing. it opens with low-resolution alternia-era photos of equius standing awkwardly around. then. a heavy black-and-white filter. the words: "d---> strength without mercy is tragedy." flash violently onto the scr33n in indigo. then, the beat drops as the song turns into the drift phonk remix. there are dozens of poorly done cuts, rapid desyncs. equius firing arrows, snapping objects accidentally reframed as though it were a d33p cut 'hard' moment. equius's nervous sweating reframed as masculine exhaustion. "he was built wrong for a world too weak!" the footage is equius obliterating tea cups, crying while apologizing to a hoofbeast, sweating in a collared shirt, he is clearly maturing at this point. eventually, the song drops. a slowed clip, the only video evidence nepeta has of equius smiling, is zoomed in. 400%. spark particles. the audio changes in total whiplash to "you'll be in my heart." the word "platonically" flashes on the scr33n. then. "don't get any ideas." the edit goes from overly masculine "grindset to equius's good acts. repairing what he's broken, tavros's legs, him working hard on a project (ignore that it is aradiabot). then, it cuts forward to some of his earth c acts. lifting a human's scuttlebuggy so he can change the tire, gently turning a crystal doorhandle and managing to take care not to explode it.]
:33 < no, you're okay! i just didn't think you'd be on chittr. this is like m33ting a myth!
i HAVE HAD MY DIFFERENCES WITH HIM, bUT i DO UNDERSTAND, wHERE YOU ARE COMING FROM,
this is mother fucking wicked. STRAIGHT FUCKING AMBROSIA OUT THE MOUTH OF A REAL G.
:33 < it sure is. :?? < are you implying that like, the nectar of the gods is sources from my mouth? :pp < thats spit, dude.
my sister i am implying that this shit you cooked up is so fucking good that it's like nectar from the mother fucking gods. ITS YOUR METAPHORICAL MOUTH. all artists be sharing their metaphorical spit. PAN SPIT THAT IS.
D — Thank you. I think. —> D — The Marquise strongly convinced me to create an account. So far I am unconvinced that it will be a mainstay in my life. But I am meeting some. Very interesting people. So far. —>
:33 < oh. well you're always welcome. sounds like you're still on alternia? or...?
:33 < i think i get what you mean.
D — Yes...? Where else w001d I be? —>
:33 < don't worry about it.