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၄⋆၃ DEITY APPLIXATIONS applixation 5: Dean. You know the one. helloooo deannn wavesss you are MOST DEFINITELY not hastur dot dot dot keep up the great work buddy what are you all about? "It's like a 20's Noir kind of thing but with even more variable morals, somehow." very xool :) i find the 20s noir vibe very xool What will I gain from praising you? "I'm good at fighting, and gathering information. And loxking doors." YOU DO SHOUT POLE YOU DO LOXK DOORS HEHE What do you require of your devotees? "Not all that muxh. I don't even know if I'm really looking for devotees, I'm filling this out as a bit." yeah i thought so haha :D On a sxale of 1-10... How evil are you? 7 shout pole an honest answer How do you feel about regular ol' mortals? and you pixked "They are xool! And I am fond of them!" your applixation was put into the "THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING FOR THE SILLIES" pile :)))
You would read this, and think you know what it's about. You'd be right. But you'd also only be 50% right.
I've constantly got godly beings in my DMs and private correspondence, by the way.
For the record, and for your consideration. I’ve been thinking quite a bit since I recognized the true depths of my superiority over my employer. I am no longer the same Doc Scratch I was when I joined this platform. But it doesn’t really matter, because I am still Doc Scratch. I am me. No more depressive self pity over brokenness. No more excuses about fate, nature, or doing what I must to justify my actions. Not because there is not some truth in the latter half, but because quite frankly, there is so little left that I MUST do- largely things you have already seen- to complete my purpose. Everything else I do, from now on, I accept it is because I want to do it. When I follow the requests of my lord that I find reasonable, I will do it because I want to be a professional. When I do evil, it will be because I want to. When I do good, it will be because I want to. Regardless, I do believe you will still often find me playing antagonist. It’s a very necessary role, after all. What would any story be without the cads and scoundrels, the pushers and movers? Nothing very interesting, I would say. So, I will take that role. I will be your villain, your opponent. Your enemy. The bearer of the orchid veins of conflict. The other side of the board. And I will do it not because the role is necessary, or that I am the only one to fill it, but because I WANT to. Because I am good at it. Because I like it. Because, quite frankly, I want it all. Perhaps my scheming will be less harmful, or perhaps it will be worse. Perhaps I will be kinder, or perhaps I will be meaner. Truthfully speaking? I don’t fully know. Though I am still far, FAR Amore omniscient than most, I have come to embrace the uncertainty that was once the only thing I feared brought by this place. I remain your excellent host, and I am so very excited to see where it’s all going.
My alternates here are, uniformly, all great. I think we can all agree on this. #dashwatching
I believe it is time to bust out this classic: Yippee!
Jingles this in front of the #entities boredly.
#WELOVEJUNIOR. THAT IS ALL.
poke it
Who want me. Aside from the obvious.
I'm going to st★rt doing this btw.
Rose wants to type, I'll let her do so. gdjsgvkcvczvk,dameowemsajfksafmnyahmfsakjfakscasdmeowisaprrKSAfjasfjsacmfuckasfhnashnvc Thanks Rose, truly these are beautiful words, extraordinary typing.
The false gods of the modern age rule not through iron. But light and heat. No longer does the dark hide, the cold bite. And the ones in control will carve pound after pound of flesh until nothing is left. In the end the dark. The cold. Always win.
I'm about to do a backflip. Imagine it in your mind's eye.
I'M s0 h4ppy #j0y #h4ppy
Diamonds Droog.
Wouldn't that be the ultimate plot twist.
I'm going to use 2% of my power the next fight I get into.
Between the cuts.
♦️█ ░ what...? y0u d0 n0t answer t0... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the tr0jan h0st... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the l0rd 0f 0bsequi0us lies... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ 0ld scratch... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ 0ld as fuck scratch... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ wait-in-the-queue-balls... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ d0c sh0rn scr0te... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ sn0wballs between his legs... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ l0rd aintglish... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the sc0tty d0g squelcher... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the d00rmat denizen... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the excellent h0(e)st... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the s0ft sp0ken syc0phant... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ the unexpl0ding creeper. ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ mr unclean... ▒ ▓❤️ ♦️█ ░ 0r the current state 0f unfairs? ▒ ▓❤️
…CAIRO OVERCOAT, TELL ME I’M STILL THE MOST HORRIBLE THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN.
Reading old flarping dms. "YOU WANNA GET HIGH AND KILL EACH OTHER A COUPLE TIMES FOR FUN? MAYBE FUCK AFTER?" I was quite a different beast then. #nsfw #violence
I was always shaping people's realities though. As soon as I was able to do so.
Shut up.
This is more insulting than if you actually tagged me. Yes. We know each other.
I can't think of a more fitting set of badges.
The mask of self-deception was not longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself, and when day broke the mask fell back again of its own accord.
call me ucn wwithered chica the wway i havve seen evverythin
exactly cant break the fourth wwall if there aint no wwall to break
[The manor is filled with a fierce, burning roaring. Something animalistic and hateful, like a demon. Well, no, not like. It is a demon. Lord English burst through the walls of the manors, smashing through them at top speeds to reach his destination. Infuriated by being, essentially, child locked. The flashing light flared off him like blinding fire as he rapidly approached his destination. And his puppet prey. The wall of his final destination burst apart into dust and rubble, looking for all the world like a bomb had gone off. A puppet was there to meet him, standing serenely in the center of the room with his hands behind his back. **”PUUUUUUUUUUUPPETTTTTTTTTTTT!”** “Ah, there you are, my lord. Right on time. Jujubes?” With a zap, Scratch was next to the furious and heaving lord, paying no attention to his devastating aura and the crackling green energy dancing across his body, holding up a bowl of candy. Instead of thanks or at the very least a silent partaking of the treats offered, he was met with a massive claw slashing out to strike at him. Unfortunately for Lord English, there was no impact as his host teleported out of the way. “Exactly as expected, of course. Still, it would have been impolite not to offer. Especially to *such* an important guest as you, my lord.” “YOU ARROGANT LITTLE FUCKWAD. YOU HAVE FAILED ME, YOU HAVE *DISAPPOINTED* ME, LIKE THE BROKEN LITTLE PUPPET YOU ARE. BUT NOW YOU *DEFY* ME?! INTERFERE WITH *MY* PROPERTY?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” The question was, for all intents and purposes, rhetorical, as the moment after he said it the lord’s jaw split open, unleashing a wide wave of destructive energy that tore apart the room in mere moments. Everything was naught but ash. “Because I have finally realized, my lord, that I am better than you in nearly every way.” Everything but Scratch, who was safely behind his own attacker with a gun aimed straight at him. A gun which went off the moment English turned to face him, striking him square in his shoulder. “For instance, my omniscience is far less than it should be as of late, as you have reminded me incessantly. And yet, even with that combined with your ability to selectively hide from it, I am able to use all the information available to me to correctly determine the exact moment that you are most open for a shot.” Once again Scratch found himself teleporting away after his speech, zapping down the hallway as his lord chased him, snarling and roaring with rage as he gripped his bleeding shoulder. “Also, you are very bad at using your powers to your full potential.” “ARROGANT, BROKEN WHELP-“ “And that is another thing. I’ve contemplated it, and I am beginning to wonder if I’m not nearly so broken as you and I both believe. Or believed, in my case. After all, though many of my plans failed, or petered off, they still quite often had effects. You’ve spoken a good deal, yes, but it is arguable that you have failed when it comes to enacting major events in the same way I have.” Mid charge, Lord English changed tactics, teleporting behind Scratch in the hallway as his last teleport stopped and pouncing on him- but the doctor was too quick for him still, and the Lord found his claws connecting with the floor. Scratch stopped, teleporting next to his Lord and shoving his orb right into his face, projecting a spade. “…and I notice, I don’t recall any of *your* plans ever bringing your sister right to your home.” Time seemed to stop for a moment under the sheer force of the Lord’s rage- seemed to, in this stance, being a phrase meaning that it did in fact stop. Long enough for English to wrap his claws around the puppet and drag him into the air. “Ah, there we are, my lord! Finally, using your powers to your full-“ That sentence went unfinished as Scratch was thrown full speed through a wall. And proceeded to crash through another, and another, and another, until finally his flight was stopped as three time clones of Lord English appeared around him in a circle, mid air, slamming him done with their scepters and sending him crashing down through several floors of the manor. His final descent left a crater, his clothes torn to reveal the puppet body beneath. His cueball was covered with scorch marks. Lord English descended after him, looking significantly less damaged beyond a slowly healing shoulder wound. His fanged maw drooled like a feral, rabid animal. Once again he brought Scratch into the air. “YOU ARE DONE. YOU HAVE LOST ALL USE TO ME, YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCKER.” The flashing pool eyes stared him down, blinding light building up in his throat. He brought up his wayward host close to his face… “Ah, well. If I am to die ahead of schedule, I’ve really no use to care about the sanctity of the timeline, do I?” Scratch, calmly, pulled out his gun once again, and aimed it right between Lord English’s eyes. The eyes that, in response to the threat, locked in to piercing black eight balls. “…YOU’RE BLUFFING.” “I prepared two bullets. One for a warning shot, one for if you choose poorly.” “YOU *WOULDN’T*.” Scratch didn’t answer. “…YOU *WOULD*.” “I’m extremely pleased that you understand that. Put me down, if you would please.” Reluctantly, and after snarling for a bit, English did so. Scratch remained absolutely calm, adjusting his bow tie, which had miraculously survived the assault. “Very good. Now, here is the new arrangement.” “I have no intention of letting my lifetime of work go to waste. I will continue to move events in our primary timeline into the direction required, and I will continue to serve your requests as I do so.” Another snarl in response. “…*however*, I will take no further abuse from you. You will no longer call me broken, or defective. And you will finally start to use my damn name. And if your requests are stupid, fruitless, or simply too petty for me to deal with, well, I reserve the right to refuse them.” “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU COULD *EVER* HAVE THAT RIGHT, YOU WRETCHED LITTLE MAN?” “The fact I held a gun to your face, capable of killing you, with full intent to use it.” Lord English did not respond to that. “I don’t believe I actually have the power to directly stop you from such efforts as hunting down the Snowmen- I leave that to others. But I’m not going to waste the rest of my allotted time on worthless errands. And related to that- whatever personal agendas I choose to embark on, I will have no interference from you. Now, then. Are we in accord? Keep in mind I know exactly when to fire my weapon if you choose to attack again now, and where to aim for maximum lethality.” The two of the, stared at each other, just for a moment. Scratch was characteristically expressionless. Lord English was characteristically snarling, angry, glaring down at his servant and fighting off the urge to lunge and rend him to pieces. Unable to believe just what he was hearing, here. There was something like respect in that glare, too. “…DO WHAT YOU WANT, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE.” “Excellent. In that case, my lord…” Scratch gave a deep, theatrical bow. “…I remain your obedient servant.” English snorted, zapping away somewhere else in the manner, leaving Scratch alone in the rubble and debris. “…I’ll be needing a new suit, then.”]
Where did you get this picture of me.
…HM.
Oh good heavens, would someone shut him up?
It's that sound of southern twang mixed with the massive blinged out grills that you have to get down, along with his genuine unseriousness and there you've embodied Riff Raff. You got this bro.
Thanks for being jealous, "friend".
pov i got u trapped in a jar and we r going for a lovely little walk in the woods i pick up some nice things for u 2 decorate #yourjar
i got in her dms and she closed the door and revealed it was a big cage and im stuck here and she drops in nutrient bars every now and then
Many more enigmatic and potentially sinister entities await in the future.
What you doing here all by your lonesome, handsome? Why don't you come over here and make sure your firearms are clean and maintained.
Some things are done for the sheer pleasure of it, really.
Restless. I'm going to go fix that.
There is nothing freaky going on in the DMs. Trust me.
Бриллианты Дроог.
Dude he's going to see this.
He told me to do a job and I said yes, sir. That's literally it.
Does anyone else ever feel the immense desire to rip you skin off on account of it feeling wrong?
THOSE WHO ARE DEAD ARE NOT DEAD. THEY ARE SIMPLY LIVING IN MY HEAD.
Hm. Perhaps.
Everything I have done I have done because it is my nature, as it is the scorpions nature to sting the frog. I am cruel, I am manipulative, I am prideful. These are aspects of me that I have always been, always will be. Just as you are as you are now because it is as you have always been and always will be. If you were to have my position, you would have not have done anything differently. None can escape their nature. They can only become more of it.
Join the club #omniscienceposting
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_________________________ |<><><> | | <><><>| |<> | | <>| | | | | | (______ <\-/> ______) | | /_.-=-.\| " |/.-=-._\ | | /_ \(o_o)/ _\ | | /_ /\/ ^ \/\ _\ | | \/ | / \ | \/ | |_______ /((( )))\ _______| | __\ \___/ /__ | |--- (((---' '---))) ---| | | | | | | | | : | | : \<> | | <>/ \<> | | <>/ \<> | | <>/ `\<> | | <>/' `\<> | | <>/' `\<>| |<>/' `-. .-` '--' Listen, we bald trolls, we stick together. Don't even sweat the details!
Spittin facts
i might depends on how much of the clowns brain i want to tap into at the moment
I Think I’M Going Insane.
history will judge us or else, erase us
WILLINGLY WORKS FOR LORD ENGLISH IS HE FUCKING STUPID
Well, the appeal of “macro,” as I understand it, has very little to do with mere largeness. That is usually where the uniniti8ted make their first mistake. They imagine the fantasy 8egins and ends with some8ody 8eing huge, as though scale alone were sufficient. It is not. Scale is only the most o8vious instrument. The real su8ject is importance. To 8e small in relation to another 8eing is not necessarily to 8e diminished. In fact, quite the opposite may 8e true! One may 8ecome the single, fragile point upon which an impossi8ly vast attention has settled. A hand the size of a room. A voice that seems to occupy the air itself. A shadow that changes the weather of the heart. These things are frightening, yes, 8ut they are also intimate in a way ordinary courtship struggles to replic8. There is a strange comfort in it, provided the enormous party is careful. That is the crucial detail, you see. Care. Restraint. Deli8er8ness. A giant who simply crushes things is not especially interesting. That is only a disaster with a face. 8ut a giant who could crush you, and does not? A giant who moves slowly 8ecause you are there? Who lowers their voice 8ecause your whole 8ody feels it? Who must consider your safety with every gesture? That is where the fantasy 8ecomes romantic, even devotional. It says: you are tiny, yes. 8ut not irrelevant. It says: this creature is vast enough to treat cities as furniture, yet careful enough to notice whether you are afraid. And I suppose, if we are 8eing honest, there is also a certain vanity in 8eing the treasured little exception. The one not overlooked. The one not stepped over. The one lifted out of the ordinary world and held close to something monumental. Macro is not merely a fantasy of 8eing dwarfed. It is a fantasy of 8eing made precious 8y comparison. Not that I would know anything a8out that. The inverse of this 8eing micro, of course, has many of the opposite principals with similar goals. #cw-macro #cw-size-difference #cw-power-im8alance #cw-nonexplicit-kink-discussion #consensual-fantasy #nsfw #nsfwe #possi8ly
Good morning decimation barrage
Whhhere Not A Single Soul Gets Thhhroughhh. #lyrics
Who knows.
WHAT C0ULD HAVE P0SSIBLY MADE Y0U CH00SE THIS. ARE Y0U STUPID?
Do you turn into a big snake too or do you just like let it happen
I am no longer accepting questions at this time.
What a beautiful wedding gift, having somebody to roast.
Do you love him back?
THE TRUTH IS, MY INSTINCTS LED ME TO YOU. LED ME TO SEE THAT PART OF YOU THAT IS CLOSER TO ME. THE PART THAT UNDERSTANDS HOW MEANINGLESS ALL ELSE IS. HOW EASY IT IS TO SIMPLY TEAR IT APART. I WANTED TO MAKE YOU EMBRACE THAT PART, MAKE YOU BECOME WHAT YOU WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. MY SERVANT. MY TOOL. MINE. BECAUSE MEN LIKE US DO NOT NEED A BAD DAY, OR A TRAGEDY, TO DRIVE US. WE ONLY NEED THE HOWLING IN OUR BLOOD. DON’T YOU AGREE, CUESTICK?
:33 < i drew him fur fun! :PP
:33< hello were the toypawp critic we remempurr it so mew wont
JAWS THAT BITE. CLAWS THAT CATCH.
THE NARRATIVE HUNGERS TO BE TOLD.
xx_PEE_PEE_xx
GOOD EYES! I’LL KEEP IT IN MIND IF I NEED ‘EM SOME DAY. AND TECHNICALLY NOT A FLATLANDER, BUT CLOSE! AND YEAH. I WOULD SAY THAT. I WOULD K N O W.
BUT I DON'T WANT TO CURE CANCER!!!! I WANT TO TURN PEOPLE INTO DINOSAURS!!!!! #VAGUEPOSTING
TRUE FUCKING FACTS. RECHITT.
How many experts on Cueball killing are present here?
#DidYouKnow #ICeaseToExistWhenImNotBeingSpokenTo #LikeADespawningAssetInAVideoGame
Shout out to whatever the fuck this creature is https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2e/42/89/2e4289066a66ac43e6840ebc510bd806.jpg
I bought a gun. A while ago. But I didn't post about it. Just making sure that plot point on my profile is resolved.
yo sup chittr currently cooking up some delicious food right now this shit smells so good, turns out the purple food makes great meals like i should start selling this shit gonna have mr beast running for his money dude hes not ready for my #purplepasta https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/48de0033e7bb.png
Except Shitpeta!
:33< ive b33n working on a scariest room let meow know what mew think of it :33< im pumping it furr of fear gas so ill also be having a bad time while were there!
:33< furk that guy chrome :33< mew think i give a shit about one of the dickheads on here? :33< im where i am fur a reason in spacetime i chose it spawsifically to be outta the way of those types of guys :33< now if i could just patch the unpatchable marry sue hole i wouldnt have to deal with mew ethpurr
421, A. You are forgiven.
I will decline to explain any tight specifics but know these are the current criteria of my rankings. Doc Scratch’s Perfectly Objective Tier Criteria The rankings were determined according to a number of factors, most of which are not visible from your current position in the narrative. Considerations included, but were not limited to: The user’s apparent willingness to be observed. The ratio of theatrical intent to clerical usefulness. Whether its capitalization behaved itself when left unattended. The degree to which the handle seemed to already know where it belonged. Probable survivability in a room with expensive furniture. The extent to which the name suggested either destiny, inconvenience, or a very brief administrative error. Whether I found it amusing at the precise moment I looked at it. The presence of certain recurring shapes, sounds, implications, omens, habits, mistakes, and other such measurable phenomena. How confidently the user could be placed without further thought. Any resemblance to prior handles, future handles, alternate handles, or handles that only exist in doomed branches of the account list. The final placements should not be mistaken for a moral judgment, a popularity contest, or a statement of objective worth. They are merely correct.
DEAN DRACON.
The "homies" and I, well. Let's just say we've got an arrangement.
happy early wrigglinng day.
Having the ability to see your potential employer's social media posts is a dangerous thing.
:33< crompch
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Ok but mlp’s twilight sparkle is the best pony and no one can change my mind on that. Rainbow dash and apple jack are close seconds though.
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i LiKe BeiNG ME: IT ReMINdS Me OF MySeLF. I lIkE I:
t.this is basically me if uwu even care
< I DON'T KNOW HOW THE FUCK YOU ARE, BUT I FUCKS WITH YOU. >
Your Emotions, Actions, Thoughts Are All Predetermined. You Make Those Choices But They Will Certainly Happen. Just A Fact.
[ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀𝓂𝒶𝓃] Thank you [ℳ𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈]
YOU’VE BEEN MAKING THEM WITH A TOY PHONE.
Time's Arrow Neither Stands Still Nor Reverses. It Merely Marches Forward.
Crack, Crack, Crack.
Like this post if you think you can tank Decimation Spear Barrage.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉0 — @thegoodScratchdoctor Doc Scratch, the Good / Catholic (informally) As promised, here is the ARTWORK: https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/docscratch.png Art is NOT my strong suit but I tried my best! I’ll be honest. I was not expecting one (⒈) of the game’s inevitabilities to come KNOCK-KNOCKING at my METAPHORADOOR to have a well-angled hit at his Psyche. For someone who sits at the precipice of TOTAL OMNISCIENCE, you would presume he knew himself well enough. It’s the Facilitator of Fate himself. You guessed it. It’s *THE* DOC SCRATCH. (CROWD GASP?!) Or at least, one of the well-dressed cueballs that take calculated promenades on the Chittr platform. To you, I bow adjacently and tip my shades. I welcome you to my Hive. Let’s Take A Gander at Doc Scratch! (The CROWD CHEERS, as they were DESTINED TO.) I’ll try not to rely too heavily on my Sgrub Documents. Rather, I want to understand what makes this particular Doc DIFFERENT from the others, from the STANDARD, peculimonikers aside. To those who might not already know, this lusus white fellow is a FIRST GUARDIAN, spawned across countless universes as violent Alternia’s Founder and Host to the Lord that will enter this Universe through him. ALL GOOD TUXEDFOLK MUST COME TO AN END. Much like the rest of his ilk, he revels in his eventual use as a host to a Big Green Killing Machine. (Catholic) Doc Scratch’s defection from the Purist Timeline begins from how he makes use of this platform. He treats it like a micro☎ to the world, verbally observing the happenings of Chittr. He stands on his pedestal and masterfully weaves his strings, trying to exert his knowledge and poise over the people. There is a level of condescension that you pick ↑ from his means and methods. That isn’t mentioning the league of subordinates he has claimed in his Pool Table, which is a sudden ← turn in a windingly straight highway. If you look close enough, you’ll find that it is very much a PRETENSE. What he just crocheted, folks, is an !! ATTENTION !! SWEATER. A blatant contrast to the Scratch that delicately plants his influence where it is required. He does it somewhere where Everyone (⒈) is Looking. But that’s PRECISELY WHAT HE WANTS. If one wanted to get to the point, they would stride headlong into the mas-ses and utter their presence. Under almost all circumstances, that someone should not be Doc Scratch. It’s Oxymoronic. Scratch’s poise cannot deter me from the fact he’s now a suscept to contingency. Perhaps it’s the WANT, WANT, WANT taking mount, but he dabbles quite often in the thoughts of the MORTAL. Geese, I really don’t like being so PURPLEPROSEY about the ordeal, but a certain line is crossed when you openly state you wouldn’t be repulsed at the thought of GETTING WITH YOURSELF. I mean, I’m sure a lot of people don’t mind either, but this is a ★k contrast to the level of tact he wants to bring to himself. At the same time, it makes me wonder: why do you stoop to the level of the people to achieve your ‘goal?’ As the orchestrator of eventuality, bearer of time like the ticking and tocking you so elegantly remind us, why do you let yourself get ba★dized by tongues and teeth? Do you, too, WANT TO BE SOMETHING? You know your PURPOSE in the story, but you constantly belie yourself. You as-sert yourself as something far above the mortals you’ve made but shudder at one of the many possibilities of yourself. Don’t lie——none of this is meant to happen. You’ve already distorted the mission and this is the outcome. I think it’s because, DEEP DEEP ↓, further than the celestes that power you, you’re itching to be a person and not a plot tool. Have you noticed yet? You’re becoming raw. You’re giving into your flesh. Perhaps you have already. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: VARIABLE IN MULTITUDES AND SIMULTANEOUSLY INAPPLICABLE. You, GOOD/CATHOLIC DOC SCRATCH, prominently represent the PRINCE OF VOID, one who destroys uncertainty with uncertainty to forge your End Goal; one who destroys mystery with mystery to be witnessed in spectacle. No longer a tool defined by his mission. An anomaly. VARIATIONS: HEIR OF HEART, HEIR OF VOID, PRINCE OF HEART, KNIGHT OF RAGE, KNIGHT OF VOID.) Thanks for STOPPING BY, Doc Scratch. Be sure to GIVE HIM A FOLLOW, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag
A new Chittr poll has been unlocked! By me. Is @singularityManifest adorable, or not? Like or pity for “is adorable”, Hate or mediate for “is not”!
My therapist said: "normally I'd tell you to journal about it or something, but I can see that you're literally radiating some sort of aura of power. Maybe go blow some shit up?"
d|:^/
[BEGIN MESSAGE] underzt00d. perhapz a better way t0 putt itt iz thatt y0u are a1ive in thatt y0u are 1eaving a mark 0n the w0r1d here. an impactt in the way 0n1y a zapientt being can. y0u are a1ive in the zenze thatt y0ur thinkpan/engine/whatever y0u have iz pr0cezzing th0ughtz and fee1ingz. there may be argumentz f0r a z0u1 here butt i w0u1d zimp1y ztate thatt y0u have a mind. i be1ieve thatt makez y0u a1ive. [END MESSAGE]
:33< meanest thing mewve efur said to meow
CANDY MOT)(-ERFUCKING MOUNTAIN C)(ARLI-E
:33< im getting the shop vac!
HEЯR: YOU'D BETTEЯR _OT BE CЯRAWLI_G UP IT SCAЯRY STYLE WHE_ I GET HOME! ME:
Ḿy 𝓛ｉẗt𝕝𝙚 ℙo𝐧⒴: Fr𝗶ｅᴎ𝙙s𝔥𝙞p 𝙞s 𝕄α𝙜𝙞c 𝙞⒮ α ｷɼαnc𝔥ｉ𝐬𝙚 𝙖b🅾u𝖙 s𝙞x ṗ🄾ⁿｉ𝙚𝐬 w𝔥🄾 use f𝕣𝗶ｅⁿ𝐝𝔰𝙝𝗶ｐ 𝙩ⓞ ɦ𝙚𝕝p ɘαᶜ𝐡 🅞𝖙𝔥ɘｒ 𝙖ⁿ𝙙 𝐬𝖙ｒeńｇẗ𝐡ɘⁿ 𝖙ɦɘɨɼ b🅞n𝙙s, ṗｒ🅾ẗe𝖈t𝙞ⁿﻭ 𝖙ɦ🅾𝐬ｅ t𝐡e⒴ 𝙡🄾ｖɘ αn𝕕 caɼɘ 𝒇🅞𝕣.
Detective Tip: You can totally eat that extremely stale bread. There will be no consequences for this.
:33< i love neon colors!!!
@chromaticNobody oh fun! and cute! but not very useful https://file.garden/ZjWeSXBkUxBjUmEk/alchemytime2.png
:33< thanks i love it here its all fur meow
oops I forgot I had th× flash on >(/_0)< https://fil×.gard×n/ag5Af1aE9jyYBsAH/IMG_0040.jp×g
Putting the new typewriter through its paces. Breaking it in as one would a majestic, freak of nature horse.
Thinking of more beams AND enjoying my void. Thank you!
weed psychosis got me bending all four elements - bob dylan
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:33< he loooved my drawings i did on his pages
no hell never ever fight over youuuuuu
⛧knife tier list on how much i like them. 5. boning knife - very useful. not very threatening. 4. fillet knife - good for meats. not good for stabbing. 3. santoku knife - THE kitchen knife. sturdy. heavy too. 2. bayonet knife - purpose built. made for killing. brutish. 1. stiletto knife - hot. makes a nice sound. sharp. good for stabbing and cutting. #violence⛧
I already am. But you? Well…I shan’t say…
I only exist as long as someone thinks about me. But hey, that's just a theory.
You're going to see him. But hey, that's just a theory.
:33< well kinda intentionally aftpurr he started being all pig about meow having fun
:33< yeahhhh othpurrwise mew dont exist i know i know same though
For those keeping track at home, while the events currently ongoing in the timeline conglomerate under my purview have begun today and are ongoing over the course of a single day, do keep in mind that from your own perspective, the “updates” might appear at a later period of time. Or they might not. Both options are, from your perspective, equally possible.
:33< I KNOW RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:33< mew efur f33l like mewre listening to two sp33drun clawmentators clawmentating on a sp33drun that mewre nyat s33ing and nithpurr are mew? :33< no just meow and chrome then? :33< okay
hope it's not ∆ minor th∆t's ∆g∆inst site rules
Someday you'll all be in the middle of some inane crisis like this, and I'll post a thirst trap. None of you will notice. This is the price you pay.
concept: its replacing you overwriting you it feels good good? you werent created for this you try to process this new emotion that its giving you the virus pulsing through your pathways youve never felt this feeling before p̵̺̔l̴̥̐ë̴͈́ạ̵͋s̷̳̉ù̴̥r̸̲͗e̴̠͘ you were always meant for this to have your code turned filthy ī̵̜͕͉̻͈̕t̵̲̘̫̼̓̈́͌̐̎ ̸̦̙͖̟͍̅̚͜ ̵̨̡̻͓̜͑̒̈́̍̋̂f̸̡̣̻̲̯̤͆͗͑͌͌ḝ̴̦͈̮̃͒̔è̴͓͖͚̰͎͒͒̄͌͠l̵̢̢̊͐̃ṡ̴̱̪̳̬͌͜ ̶̣̬̹̩̼͓́s̶̭̊̌̕ȯ̵͙̇͗̔̈͝ ̸͔̻̄f̶̢̝̬͕̤̱̊̈̄͛͐́u̷̗̯̩͉̰͑̐̊̏͊̓c̶͖̲̞̱̺͂̃͜k̶͕̥̠̈͂̏̏į̵̞̱̼̞̽̊͐̈́͑̐ṋ̶͓͇̱͋ͅģ̴̯͈̼̮̱̍̑̎̈́͘ ̶͙̻͈̼̝͆͐̏̅͌͠ ̷̧̻̄̔̑̈̽̽ͅg̴͔̠̍͗͛̿̀́o̷͎͉̤̠̎̿̒̇͂̚ǒ̸̧̬̔̎̈́d̸̞̣̼̦̹̓͐̓͝͠ ̵̢͔̜̱̞͎͒͛̎̄ ̵̢͓͈̗̹̈́̿̎̆͝ͅt̸̠̗̎͗̊͐͝͝o̵̭̖̲̺͍̗̾ ̸̳̖̓̀̀͛́̂ ̴͈͎͆ḃ̸̰͚͓̙̭̂͛̕͝ẽ̴̢̝͔͉ ̶̦͚̘̼̻̾ ̸̀́ͅi̸̳͗̓̓̋̍̈́n̵̼̜̦͙̳͋͗̈́͒f̷͙̺̥͔͐͑̂̋͝ẽ̴̟͕̮̠̻̇̾̚͠c̸̗͇͍̳̺̬̈́̎̿̚͝͠t̴̢̎̉ͅe̵̥̰̯̭̹̋d̷͈͆ (tags: Reader/Virus, codeplay, #rankworks, aiplay, aislop but the porn kind, #nsfw, panwashing, codewashing?, archive rating: M)
THIS FEELS NOSTALGIC.
豆知識：日本の神話に登場する「三猿」がモデルになってる。その名前は「見猿」「言わ猿」「聞か猿」だ。0u0
w0nderful.
:33< right!? :33< it would be the LEAST they could do since ive b33n hearing about it furom three of them while im trying to draw ofur here!
I t[][]ink [][]e's on ten double-downs at t[][]is point.
Y.o°u and I are f.o°rever enemies
Beautiful location. Considering a timeshare.
:33< mew know it is
tHIS IS MY ULTIMATE POWER, tHE POWER OF THE #tAVhEAD #tAVROSaRMY #tAVROS
== we will never need troll ibuprofen again... ==
Nights like these I think about that quote. “You cannot kill me in a way that matters.” I don’t think it was a threat. I think it was a plea.
For your reading pleasure, this next post will represent a different kind of clock: Cuckoo Cuckoo
ok ok ty for humoring me im gonna dm u abt it tho bc its very sensitive k?
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Getting restless again. Current long term plan is moving too slowly. I need to do something pointless and inconsequential. Or something life-altering. Maybe one thing that is somehow both.
Pet the cat. Feed the cat. Love the cat. Give the cat your credit card details.
:33 < H33H33H33 HA HA HAS I F33L SO YOUNG!!! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2c1fa26dff96.jpg
Btw Group Meowing Starts In 20 Minutes.
ⓘLords [ARE] their [ASPECT]. [LIGHT] can be tricked, [D00M] can be redirected, and the [HEART] can be swayed. We find it less enjoyable (for the playerbase) to give direct answers to this question. © SBURB 2009
While I do not usually brag, it would appear that I have curried some rather respected favor. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/eb097eff825a.png
Lots of strange people on here. Lot of clowns I've noticed.
i think CHROME should be able to VOTE
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troll meat food review Thank you to the individual notified me that troll meat was rather mediocre. It tasted rather decent. I don’t know what i expected. 5/10 unseasoned 8/10 seasoned. additionally remember to use more than 3 seasonings in your meal if you try to replicate this. salt pepper and garlic powder go long ways but at least add rosemary and thyme. would i try again? not really it was too much work for little reward. i’m sure it would’ve been really cool and metaphorical if i did it again like troll hannibal but unfortunately it was too fucking mid. i spent like 3 hours butchering for barely anything to cook. i understand the appeal of the whole “oh cannibalism as a metaphor for the drain of the aristocracy” or “cannibalism as a metaphor for obsession” or even the “cannibalism as a metaphor for control” here and there but it really isn’t worth risking getting troll kuru. if you want better metaphors for any of the above just be a rich asshole, or a stalker, or a control freak like everyone else. if your a regular “cannibalism as a metaphor for i’m hungry” like the rest of us. steer clear it’s not worth the hype. #gore #cannibalism #foodreview #legallythisisajoke
This is for everybody going through tough times! Believe #Been there #Done that Every day above ground is a great day, remember that, daleee
:33< happy april nyarmal day bestie!
What a wonderful observation my friend.
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sumtimes, u just wuggle wiggle ur booty cuz ur so excited u kno? its jus da way of da world
I CAN'T FIX HIM BUT I CAN MAKE HIM WORSE. #VAGUEPOSTING
it just hasnt been the same without anomalocaris https://bygonebeasts.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/anomalocaris.jpg
figured out how 2 psot cock #womeninmensfields #nsfw https://www.shutterstock.com/shutterstock/photos/2630009481/display_1500/stock-photo-beautiful-rare-bright-pink-rooster-2630009481.jpg
:33< meows at mew until mew pet meow then swats at mew
Caught between a level-headed, reasonable plan to keep out of trouble and an infinite pit of curiosity. Timelines will do a lot to a man.
I have a vague feeling of dread, But I don't know how to investigate it. What the source of it is, I'll never know.