♣ mediated by @colonelSassacre
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∘☽ Prepping garments for Matesprite island, is this too much? I've had second doubts on the pearls.. https://file.garden/aelVJgRZYyZ0NkRu/leiloo%20and%20her%20pretty%20dress%20mehe.png #Suggestive ☾∘
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 @colonelSassacre understands the system! Thank you, you do it right Hooo Hooo https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/9d0e3e96798e.png 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 Today is a very special day, no, not that it is Easter... Per happenstance would any of you be free today to assist me in performing our CIVIC DUTY? Spring is here, a-spring is here. Life is skittles, and life is beer. I think the loveliest time of the year Is the spring, I do, don't you?.. Course you do! But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me And makes every Sunday... a treat for meeeee! #VIOLENCE #DEATH #POISON #PIGEONS #PARK #GORE #NSFW https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/451c130ff8f4.png *If you know the lyrics, sing along and help me!* All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park! 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 I was asked to explain how I could have possibly been exclommunicated from The Clurch. You have to understand this was many sweeps ago when I was a young aspiring clown attending clown school and also the Clathlic Clurch. I had written a song called "The Clattican Rag" poking fun at some administrative changes the Clathlic Church had made and I thought it was most funny. I still think it was most funny. The CLergy and the CLontiff however did not, and thus a vote was taken to exclommunicate me from the Clathlic Church, the vote was CLose, but I was thrown out of Clurch that same day. #honk #clurch #clatholicism #exclommunicated 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 I present to you a little ditty about the events which just unfolded. I call it "The Day The Cronus Died" A long, long time ago I can still remember how that Cronus Used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the Cronus died So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll? Can Cronus save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the Cronus died I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Now, for ten years, we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the Cronus died We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and fallin' fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the Cronus died? We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the Cronus died He was singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the Cronus years before But the man there said the Cronus wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the Cronus died And there I stood alone and afraid I dropped to my knees, and there I prayed And I promised Him everything I could give If only He would make the Cronus live And He promised it would live once more But this time one would equal four And in five years, four had come to mourn And the Cronus was reborn And they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die" 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 So I have noticed a vast surplus of human females here who seem to be suffering quite badly, so I thought it good of me to start researching ancient earth human newspapers, texts, and information to see if I could assist and find some method which could help. It turns out back in the 'victorian era' 1900's they called this serious condition Hysteria, and they made these mechanical horses for 'horse exercise' that were so violent moving they had to be bolted to the floors of the places these machines operated. I would like more information, but I could potentially manufacture these for anyone who required this kind of assistance if there would be enough interest. I would be intrigued to know from other humans what replaced these clearly outdated terms and outdated devices, but I must say, they sure do look like they would be entertaining to use, or perhaps a good icebreaker for a masochism party with included tango, what do you all think? https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/676de76403a6.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/718c1ab304c7.png #hysteria #nsfw #horny #riding #horseriding #horseexcersise #victorian #earth 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/63a335197fe9.gif https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/09def7d5075b.gif https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f88014dd8f95.gif 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 Well either way make sure to take care of yourself or criticize your cereal choice. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 @hussiahHussie I am not at all sure you have been informed, however I wish to make you aware that there seems to be a growing sentiment among the chittr community as a whole to cull or crucify you. I have rarely seen this kind of reaction from someone coming in to simply snack on Reeses cereal and whole milk, or one with so few chits underneath their belt, so I do not entirely understand the situation you find yourself in now. As a satirist avoiding multiple attempts of culling and crucifixion myself I would hope you have found and secured yourself a proper place to stay out the violence. While I have no idea what sorts of atrocities you could have committed or not committed, there's a pretty good and well secured panic room in my hive should things become too dangerous for you to be out there on the streets which I shall kindly offer you the use of. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 Normally I would request uncoated cluckbeast wings, however since that is not an option I see on this chart I shall select Letter E followed by the Letter K. Saying letters and numbers aloud to complete these charts always gives me a great nostalgia for when I assisted production of music and educational material for The Troll Electric Company, it was an honor to be able to do that for the young wrigglers all around the universe! Why don't you get back to conversing about the wings, I hear you cry. Okay I shall then, so regarding specifically Honey BBQ cluckbeast wings I am very much hesitant to request them from any establishment I am unfamiliar with. For reasons unknown to myself or the rest of the universe, and this appears to also cover eateries which serve orange cluckbeast, I feel there must be some sort of evil underground unspoken competition afoot devised by the cooks in which they attempt to outdo one another as to the largest quantity of hot spicy pepper products they can artificially force into their final dish. Many places I have gone to the effort to travel to have not even bothered to marked either product on their menus as being even remotely hot or spicy. Perhaps it's some sort of insult, injury, or surprise they wish to interact on their customers for revenge, but for those of you who know me I dislike being surprised and it can absolutely ruin a fine meal for myself! It seems like an amazingly cruel joke to play upon any customer if you ask me, but it seems enough patrons accept it, or so many places wouldn't keep doing it! Wow, this conversation and justification ended up being entirely too long, I am both sorry and also not sorry for anyone who has spent their time reading this late night stream of thought I had regarding Cluckbeast wings. All right, all right, I am fully aware it is past my bedtime, I shall partake in energy resuscitation soon enough, just let me check the latest chits, it seems like this platform may have all the signs of an addictive substance quite frankly. #substance #hotpepperproducts #inyourfood 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 A friendly Saturday announcement, don't forget to use your Silent "E"! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91BQqdNOUxs 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 In honor of it being 4/20 on what would be Earth at this moment in time I present to you a short little song. The Old Substance Pedler. When the shades of night are falling, Comes a fellow everyone knows. It's the old substance peddler, Spreading joy wherever he goes. Every evening you will find him, Around our neighborhood. It's the old substance peddler, Doing well by doing good. He gives the trolls free samples, Because he knows full well That today's young innocent faces Will be tomorrow's clientele. Here's a cure for all your troubles, Here's an end to all distress. It's the old substance peddler With his powdered happiness. #substance #substances #nfsw #drugs @alarmingApothecary @cmallieEntertainment 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Course I could, Mr. Smokin' Jacket! Might I say that's a mighty fine set of equippables you got on. They tell a story, if you don't mind me spinnin' a yarn to tell it... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Yain't much of a fighter, are you, mister Sassacre? Pardon my saying. Thumbin' over the outlines of your CHARACTER SHEET 'ere, says you're more of a witty sort. A lover. A loner. The candidness with which ya up 'n hoofy up to a thing like a massive tobacco addiction... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Makes my belly rumble somethin' fierce! Laughter abounds! You got a dark sense 'o humor. Navigate yer highest highs and lowest lows with humor aplenty...but I can't help but twiddle my touch stump against my lower lip wonderin'... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < If the secret source o' your humor itself is not joy, or uncaring, but sorrow. There ain't no humor in heaven. And there wasn't but one solitary smile inked into word that knew not the pains 'o heartbreak...just my speculation, sir! Hope I can help ya!