♠ hated by @confusedDemolitionist
we are locked in an epic battle of wills, you and i. you within my wizard's maze. i from somewhere far in the past.
Are you going to be alright, Mr. De Campo? Do you need to talk with someone?
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @confuseddemolitionist it's A Cabin For Summer Vacation. It's A Night For Fireworks. Early Enough In The Evening That You Can't Hear Your Own Words, Only That You're Holding A Smaller Pair Of Hands In Your Own As You Teach Someone How To Correctly Light A String Of Firecrackers. kid's Still Short Enough That You Only See The Head Of Hair And The Hands. He's Seven. You Can't Hear What You're Saying. You Don't Hear What He's Saying Back. You Watch The Firecrackers Go Off From A Safe Distance, In The Sprawling Backyard Somewhere Upstate, Behind The Cabin. Close To The Pond. It's Rained Recently. This Private Light Show Won't Start A Wildfire. the Cicadas Are Drowned Out By The Noise, The Conversation Lost To Time, And To The Shifting Of The Shadows Cast By The Red And White Bursts Of Light Strobing In The Green Lawn Like Violent Fireflies. You Have Ten Fingers. The Boy Is Seven, And He Isn't Your's By Blood, But That Never Mattered One Single Bit. it All Smells Of Magnesium And Sulfur And Smoke. One Day You'll Teach Him How To Make One Of The Big Rockets, But He's Only Seven. he's Just A Kid, And There's Time. there's Time. there's Time. #queserasera but How Much Time Truly? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
You’re listening to… Special Sinatra Selebration request from @confusedDemolitionist ! Here's, "It Was A Very Good Year" comin' right at ya. …Midnight City Jazz!
Dearest chittizens, I know the majority of you do not live in Midnight City. Nor do you understand the intricacies of our local politics and daily lives. Nevertheless, I speak to you all when I say the loss of our late mayor has been immediately and keenly felt. Despite the best efforts of @lightofDemocracy , she is only one woman. The mayor had been an indispensable and tireless agent in representing us and investing in our potential as new timelines and new visitors from other worlds challenged existing structures. I simply don't foresee her administration taking the necessary steps to keep us safe and flexible enough to face trials to come. This is why I am announcing my candidacy for Mayor, as the press in our fair city shall report in the evening editions of their respective papers. There will be a radio broadcast on several channels to follow in the coming days. I hope to guide our fair city with a deft, dare I say cunning, hand. As a former monarch, business owner, and woman of the people, I hope to represent the best qualities of our city. To keep our city strong against the instability introduced by timeline complications and rising crime. I intend to have an updated census, revised tax code, and other measures as practical immediate steps taken to move us forward into the future. Thank you for reading and, if you live here, for voting. #SnowmanForMayor
I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want forever and ever and that's my real eternal reward for winning SBURB. Or making a win out of an impossible situation.
dumb lil bitch thinkin he could just fuk w me hows gettin a fukin bullet 2 the arm feel #gore #violence
hopital
Don't act like I don't see you talking to that weirdo that was in my DMs.
Yeah cause you're too busy talking to that weird Carapacian! GROSS.
.salA .hguorht ees og enilemit gnitseretni yrev a neeb evah dluow tI .emahs a tahw ,hwA
Gaze upon my new swagger. My devotion has rewarded me. There are privileges afforded to a servant who survives long enough to become useful. Not merely tolerated, mind you. Recognized. Refined. Sharpened into something presentable. I have walked through civilizations that no longer possess names. I have stood in parlors built atop the cooled ashes of grand ideas and listened to dying men insist their empires were eternal right before the lights went out. Such experiences leave an impression upon a gentleman. One learns posture. Timing. The value of immaculate presentation in the aftermath of catastrophe. You mistake ornamentation for vanity. Common error. These little embellishments are commemorative in nature. Each adjustment, each polished detail, each impossible thread woven into this ensemble represents a concluded inconvenience. A silenced rebellion. A door opened precisely when it ought to have remained shut. Lord Caliborn appreciates results. And I do so enjoy being appreciated. Upon my many rewards, my status as the honored and appreciated narrative force has been returned. Thank you, @caliBorn.
clocking any 4’9 hoes i see today in the face #directed
Uhhhh No
While I do think nepeta's are my arch enemies, they also should be allowed to do whatever crimes they want because it's very funny.
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." -The Velveteen Rabbit
løvē slēēpīng īn cløsēts īts nīcē dārk ānd crāmpēd īn thērē
Nothing beats sleeping in the closet after sleeping on the couch.
⚘t's a b⚘t more than that but yeah
ive decided he is.
why do i still care. [ 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 ]: .
every single member of the felt needs therapy cause they're fucked up in the head. not me though. crew's ok.
Blue.... Blue and warm and smooth and viscuous.... #vagueposting
https://64.media.tumblr.com/a80d5e8a74587828244a2d16d8867894/06ff9b5af56ee98d-65/s1280x1920/48d76e501a4edf7fe4e2ab6b6f76360613148a17.png I was told to post this too. Image of my son(Bones) ruining me and @jadeyHarls life at Mario Kart. She had rage quit about 30 minutes. Never challenge this kid to mario kart.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
your panic amuses me.
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>>>(Unexpected) dangerous developments >>>(Never) considered remote sterilizations >>>(At) least through psionic means!.. >>>(Further) evidence to support wearing protection!.. >>>(Double) layer (Your) foils!..
>>>(/WITH/) EMPHASIS >>>(TOO) DANGEROUS TO BE LEFT ALIVE
Wait who are we hunting for sport?
i see you in everything and everywhere
Do you know the true beauty of a spiral, darlings? The beauty is that it is continuous, endless. Each time it turns and repeats itself, the spiral is reset, born anew. Yet constantly connected to the old one! Recurrence embodied in a single symbol, truly lovely.
I see rumors of my absence have already fermented into mythology. How efficient. A few weeks without public correspondence and suddenly the walls begin whispering that I have perished, absconded, molted into something stranger, or finally been dragged screaming into the abyss by one aggrieved woman or another. I assure you, none of these things occurred. I simply grew bored of the noise. Chittr has always possessed the atmosphere of a casino moments before electrical failure. Everyone smiling too hard. Everyone watching everyone else through the corners of their eyes. Every statement inflated into prophecy or scandal by creatures desperate to feel history brushing against their cheeks. Delightful in moderation. Exhausting in excess. Still, absence creates appetites. I can see that now. The scavengers grew restless. The mourners rehearsed their eulogies before the corpse had cooled. Opportunists circled like carrion gulls over an ocean they mistook for blood. And yet here I remain. Intact. Immaculately dressed, as always. So let us dispense with the melodrama immediately. I did not return for forgiveness. I did not return for revenge. I did not return because I missed any of you. I returned because a stage left empty for too long invites terrible actors.
Memories, olld wounds, Llike dewdrops in the morning. Never trully gone. #haiku
I have created this piece to hang by my desk to remind me of what is most important. While I did not want to include any members of my Cabinet, I feared for my safety had I not included Madame Lalonde. You are all in no particular order, I was simply struck with inspiration from @exuberantArchivist's wonderful post. Pictured are ten of my valued constituents. https://file.garden/acR4O28XdjJpG0lX/chittr%20obamaverse/do%20it%20for%20them.png
With a snap of my ivory fingers, I travel forwards, the power of the Pink Sun propelling me in time, to the period in this current timeline in which my lady and the muse dwell. I come, of course, bearing gifts from the past. Helpfully provided by one Dirk Lalonde. Another snap, and time slows to a crawl. I walk ever so casually inside, my shining cane tapping against the metal of the meteor sitting tall and proud amidst the ruined and dying landscape as I make my way to the sole inhabited room at the very top of it. I deposit my gift within, a new arm and an eye for the Cherubim who inhabit that room Then I walk away, and travel outside. Now, I wait. For the beginning. Oh, such fun to be had. #cherubwatching
The first thing I would like to say is, Nascar is not a fucking sport. Cars is literally the longest movie in the entirety of all filmographies across all worlds and timelines and whatever. I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say, “Casper it is literally only a few minutes shy of two hours long.” Extremely loud incorrect buzzer. WRONG. Cars movie is actually, by my estimates, seventeen thousand trillion sweeps long. So imagine you’re some stupid little five sweep old and someone asks you to watch a movie with them. And why not? Why shouldn’t you watch a movie with your homie. There you are, sat in the dark, watching Troll Owen Wilson the Car learn to love. I fucking guess????? Eight sweeps pass in an instant. Puberty? Adult molt? COME AND GONE. By the time you leave the theater you’re titled already, you have a full set of quads. Who occupies your quadrants???? Who knows? One of the cars from Cars, probably. And they didn’t just do it one time, they did it TWO MORE FUCKING TIMES. How many times can Owen Wilson the Car experience yet another traumatic race injury??? RETIRE AFTER THE FIRST ONE, BOZO???? And then he goes off to flirt with some other random female car with a face, and find out the true meaning of friendship and family bonds and WHATEVER every time. Don’t forget – His best friend Larry the Cable Guy the Car is also there. Isn’t that fucked up? Isn’t that fucked up for real? And the third one IS objectively the worst one. Imagine taking something that sucks so bad already and then making it suck a little bit more somehow. You don’t have to, I’m going to paint the god damn picture for you. It’s established in that Owen Wilson the Car has a girlfriend, (Sally, from Radiator Springs, the lawyer((why do the cars need lawyers btw))) but he spends the entire movie fucking flirting with Cruise Ramirez, his young and spunky new trainer. ????? OKAY????? FIRST OF ALL, WEIRDO ALERT, SECOND OF ALL, This bitch ain’t even loyal? He can’t do his job without crashing and he can’t fucking stay loyal to his lawyer mate?????? INSANE. INSANE BUSINESS!!!!! I just need to know who woke up one day and was like “I want to make a movie that takes seven years to watch and it’s about cars with faces!!!!!” Who said you know Toy Story?? I can do that better and with cars! WRONG!!!!! Don’t get me started on the implications, Where are the people? Who made the cars??? Was there some sort of car uprising or did trolls upload their minds into the cars because being a troll with opposable thumbs is fun and all…. But you know what would REALLY be fun? BEING A FUCKING CAR. AND THAT’S NOT EVEN THE WORSE PART. I bet you guys don’t know this about me – Hi guys, I’m Casper Cooper. I have an eidetic memory. Do you know what that is? It means I have a photographic memory. THINGS GO IN. THEY NEVER GO OUT. “Casper, that’s kind of cool, actually,--” WRONG AGAIN. I remember. Each and EVERY grueling minute of the first installment of that CIA torture method. THE TRACTOR TIPPING. CONSIDER THE TRACTOR TIPPING – What determines whether the car is a people car or an animal car??? Why the hell would they have beast cars anyway??? It doesn’t make sense to me as a concept, either, because it’s just – Okay, stay with me. You can argue that they make things like that because it distracts wigglers with the bright colors and the funny faces and whatever. Okay, Okay, WHATEVER. That works for like Thomas the Tank Engine and Blaze and the Monster Machines. Which teach actual real valuable things. Thomas teaches about community and surviving dystopian societies. Blaze teaches you math and science sometimes, you understand. You don’t make a show intended for little teeny children and cast first of all Owen fucking Wilson and tell me that it’s just to entertain the kids. IT’S BULLSHIT IS WHAT IT IS.
wdym there's a bulge guy sniffing dicks #nsfw
where all the hot bitches at wtf
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Don't worry You pop back in a hour later and there will least three people naked
them assholes don't know what the fuck happened
yeah again slut ill whoop ur sorry little twerp ass to kingdom come
what the fuck you saying to me yo bitch ass gonna get beat again
That the hell is goin' on in the Deckhand subplot?
Also I refuse to be at FOUR VIM, cock wizard! What good is the pulchritude if you can't use it? I'm going to go through some dead serious training, ain't nobody gonna put Sleuth in a corner. I'm going to be VIM-MAXING like a motherfucker and show you my limit ain't just two!
youlikeit
damn i have the worst fucking headache wtf
going to bed don't talk to me unless it's something i give a shit about.
why???????????
oh u really want it that badly alright gimmie them coords
y u doin that dipshit aint no good fukin w time thieves
ARE YOU OKAY?
Oh wait nevermind just read the fucking rules, I'm a idiot.
ill show u a peculiar cat 🤪
wtf is matespritisland and where the fuck can i get sum
wanna see my tits ill flex em for u sexy
Ain't that the truth, Shortround.
the little twerp can cry about it u too fine to pass up
I think he just means his friends are wildly different to what he's used to, and thus he doesn't know if they are or aren't single.
Y'know I can definitely buy that given the look of ya. Remind me of an Ace met that got wrapped up in somethin' called World War 2. Wasn't a pretty look in their eyes.
I'm not against eating fish! I was pescatarian for a bit at university! It's just that I'm not going to eat an alien fish unless I have to, because I might get a parasite!°❀.࿔
Alternian Food Review #1: 'Grub Cakes' Made me throw up but until then wasn't the worst thing I've ever eaten. Given that the worst thing I've ever eaten was someone else's vomit (I was REALLY drunk and they had thrown up on a plate) this is not high praise. 1/10 because it didn't kill me.°❀.࿔
ALLLLLRIGHT, WHAT'S ALL THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT AN IIIIISLAND? IS SOMEONE CHOMPING AT MYYYYY BIT?
Red Miles
the last matesprit pair standing wins
Hello, Casper! At a cursory glance, it appears the audience votes for their favorite couple each week •ᴗ• Those that do not receive enough backing or do not find themselves in a couple may be booted from the show!
Ya get used ta' it.
Larkso's fine by the way.
by ann abanndonned railroad.
i founnd a boxcar. it looks spacious. a place to stay?
Hurts good, right? FUCK dude you're lucky. I need good hurt.
You didn't type 'every finger', you've still got some. Steer the fucking ship.
I would trust Boxcars' cooking, but in this instance, I think I would rather order take-out.
∻Y☢u d☢n't kn☢w the half ☢f it. I'm n☢t even disinfecting anything.∻
∻T☢night I'm mixing chemicals and l☢☢king t☢ get my chemicals mixed if y☢u kn☢w what I mean. #nsfw∻
*a video is attached, someone hums cheerfully as they walk through a hive that is most certainly underwater in some capacity given the view from the windows as he goes down a large set of stairs. there's a rhythmic thunking sound that gets louder the lower they get, until a large pane of glass is revealed and a huge mantis shrimp esque lusus is seen to be repeatedly attempting to punch it's way through. unconcerned, the troll filming steps into view and sticks his tongue out at the camera. terran. somewhat unexpectedly he looks worse for wear, there are certainly more cuts and bruises visible on his face and arms, but then the focus shifts to the real subject of this video. larkso is sat in the corner of this large, empty room with his arms tied behind his back while he glowers up at the camera like a trapped squeakbeast. despite the bruises and various injuries evident on his body, his clothes are perfectly pristine like he'd been forced to change into something nicer for his attendance at clurch. there is no tape over his mouth but he doesn't speak even when directly told to. once again terran comes into view to roll his eyes at the camera, and just before the video ends something metallic glints behind larkso's back.* #violence #nsfwe
i love trans rights and wrongs someone like this im 10 kult away from 2k
TRANS WRONGS, TOO!
Well! We at Midnight City simply respect the cultures and expressions of humans! And their freedom to post their pecs online! For free! Without even having to pay or anything!
Hello chittr! Greetings from the Mayor's Office! We here at Midnight City wish to reach out to our human and troll neighbors of Earth and Alternia and all their variants! I am Serenity, the Mayor's assistant and spokesperson for our fair city! It'll be a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I hope to show you a side of our fair city that isn't just home to delinquents and miscreants such as the Midnight Crew and The Felt! So please, feel free to stop by for a chat!
Kidnapping Case Update: Kid stolen by ex-husband and the fleed to the mountains. Considering it's mostly fucking desert outside of the city this sucks extremely hard. I hate sand. It's rough and coarse and irritating and gets everywhere.
shes probaby just asleep ? shes lazy -from the office of ace dick detective agency
PRT button on your keyboard, idfk. Or uh, hold down the power button and the volume down at the same time on phone.
You wanna handle him for me, aiight. Go have fun... uh, dude.
i got a message from a guy going by dick thunder saying im petite enough to use like a fleshlight wtf does that even mean??? #nsfw
what's your favourite scary movie?
)(ttps://i.imgur.com/rFa8A)(t.png today's mood.
Still no
Pay Back The Five Caegars You Owe Troll Luigi
Im not going to him for that
Anyon3 3l23 fanta2iz3 about lik3 A gloriou2 la2t 2tand? Ju2t you, your 2word, and a hundr3d troll2 in front of you. Holding th3 gap whil3 your lov3d on32 run for th3 hill2 and you fight to your final br3ath 2o that th3y could g3t away? Watching th3 2un 2lowly p33k ov3r th3 horizon 2urround3d by th3 bodi32 of a hundr3d m3n, watching th3 light ov3rtak3 th3 land2cap3 whil3 you tak3 your la2t br3ath? Mayb3 a bit 2p3cific
... Dear, it so+unds as tho+ugh yo+u were grievo+usly wo+unded...
i went to stupid fucking idiot town and they asked when you were coming back
Depending on where you're at, you can find a hand. Or, just get a robotic hand and cut the rest of yours off and sell it. Or just find someone else's hand and sell that instead of your own.
There's probably someone to buy the extra appendage. You'd have more success with a full hand. Probably.
Singular fingers, regardless of species, don't go for much, unless you have a serious collector. People zoo having sorts. Sell it to someone morbidly obsessed with humans. Works out the best. // #dashwatching #violence (?) //
It very much is not! Skipper is an assigned rank and role on a ship!
No one can have my bones IF I die. You'll have to get into a legal battle for that.
concerning yo mom? yeah sorry was me keepin her up last night badum tsssssssss
what? no dude no way id never lie on the internet
Do you need me to pick you up Y/N? I have a place you can stay.
smashing clocks
It might be appropriate to steal that droning “tick tock” from the other one, more appropriate for me than him at least. But fortunately for you all, my dears, your loving mistress needs no mechanical hands to tell her what time it is. I tell time what IT is.
Ah, the indulgences of relative youth.
Those who wished me ill-fortune on my solving a8ility will 8e disappointed to hear that skill does not require luck. https://i.postimg.cc/jdwGz0Xy/image-2026-04-24-202604411.png #chess
Let today be claimed by me as #framefriday. Haa.
Fuck it. Felt Friday. Felts, roll call up and show 'em what we got. #feltfriday
I hope the both of ya go back to knot tying classes. Nothin' like a mutual knotting to up worker relations.