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I was just thinkin about you yesterday, oddly enough. Good to see you back
I am well aware.
good!
Currently doing quite alright.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] 0h. ... we1c0me back. i am z0rry ritchy. [END MESSAGE]
YOU. stop meddlin in t)(ese affairs. t)(is is not your toy; t)(is is MY toy.
Warning! Memory erasure for users failed! Rerouting user information... ... ... ... Suitable candidate found: rerouting to Memorybox.com
What can I say? We have something in common.
Peace and love on the planet earth
And down he run Hickory Dickory Dock
oFt3n YɇS
every.single.night.of.every.single.perigree.of.every.sweep.of.my.existence
Oh, oh! I know this one. It is 'Helmut' from 'Psychonauts 2.'
Thank you.
Counting my lucky stars that I was born to love women so, so much.
(=^･⩊･^=) < HUH!! F33LING QUITE LIGHTER NOW! LIKE SOME WEIGHT GOT LIFTED OUT OF ME?? HUH!
(=^･⩊･^=) < YAY!!!! THANK MEW SO MEOWCH! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!
:33< good w33kend to mew too
Nobody w★s here. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/1870554★8419.png
Is it the fate of Rose Lalonde to find herself in some cosmic situation, across the board? This one takes the cake though. I will give it that.
(=^･⩊･^=) < THANK MEW!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!
talk until they listen. a conversation's only one sided so long as the dam stands.
My Bong Is Shaped Like A Chainsaw And Another Is Like A Scissor Split In Half That One Can Match With Someone Else To Make A Pair Of Scissors Haha Get It Like Scissoring Like Lesbians Like Vagina #Substance #NSFW
thx
the memory you gave me made me vom but then i hung out with my ex i nearLLy murdered whiLLe possessed and that was gucci so that kinda canceLLs each other out i think
stop bringing her up. she's fu(king dead. i saw her die. she's dead and gone and not (oming ba(k and her name is forgotten. i've moved past her. stop it. none of this is fair to 7ou, i don't think. but i don't want to think about her an7more
U were nice 2 me. idk. mine was nice.
c< yOu Helped Me reMeMber sOMe tHiNgs i Needed 2 reMeMber, yOuve dONe.... aMaziNgly, tHaNK yOu >c
You seemingly had no choice. As much as your post about me... As much as it hurt, I can't be angry with you. Whoever bound your soul to that thing is a real piece of work.
A highlight of the video. #nsfw
New infographic, highlighting post #LalondeHour.
Pause. Chittr Slander 2 featuring tenebrificTermagent (Rose) glazing? That goes against the point of slander, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
@triumphantTestificate https://i.postimg.cc/vHyyHTZP/8A6E7701-4CE7-4DCF-A347-A9C1C9115EDD.jpg #nsfw
Frankly some other versions of myself on here make me uncomfortable. It is like looking in a funhouse mirror, hold the fun.
i think he’s all booked up, haha. but i will
ﾑ 𝕗𝙞r𝙚 𝔟𝘂ｒńs b𝘳ɨｇht ｉń ẗh𝙚 ｷutｕ𝘳ɘ ⒜ᴎd in ʇ𝔥e 𝙥𝙖𝐬ʇ.
@walkstabwalK am finishd
c< i believe iN yOu! >c
I can only be relieved I no longer suffer the horrendous sensation of stickiness.
c< i aM, yes, tHe last tiMe i tried aNytHiNg liKe tHis was.... a lONg, lONg tiMe agO, NOw >c
BX(( < pawful... B33 < guess its good to know i won't be hurting them when i kill you
he ate my wires again; poor thing doesnt realize the chords arent prey to eat,,
𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 I believe this fine individual has beaten me to the punch, and I don't mean the spiked punch that was bubbling over and giving off orange fumes at that masquerade event a few cycles ago. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀
<<"oh...">>
i put vagueposting on the tags though
A WORTHY BALLAD TO MY HATE. HTTPS://YOUTU.BE/PEUJBNDJBQ4?SI=XGNJXNQPMHYDHIVU
\ - >< - / \ = >< = / \ ! >< ! /
I shall have this one for the both of us then. ...If you'd ever like to talk. About your feelings about things, by the way. Please feel free to message me. It can be about anything. I hope I can look out for you in some way. Even if I cannot help your state of being.
I lied about being too tired to drink. It's helping. #substance
Purity culture posting, on my timeline? Tch.
i ddontt. wwantt to be sscaredd ppleasee ssorryy
smart peeps make my life so muc)( easier, i reely didn’t t)(ink t)(ere were any still around 3B-)
Think it might be time to play Armored Grub again.
I am going through some old boxes that I ought to have unpacked much earlier, yet no time like the present, and I have come across a few artifacts of my dismal childhood. First: A rainbow flag with a heart cut out of the centre, it is branded with "mom hugs here". Given as a 'gift' that was with no doubt laden with the most faux saccharin support, much like the never-fulfilled emblazoned phrase. Second: A small Sylvanian Families doll, another fluffy gift in lieu of any actual maternal instincts towards one of her spawn. However, I have much fonder memories of this, as I dyed it a deep purple and sculpted a head full of horns and rather wicked claws for its tiny hands. One of my many pieces of transformation inspired multimedia art projects. #MemoryLane #HappyPride
no. she's not in pain an7more
no ttheyy are. sstilll in me and i llovee tthemm ᨑ_ᨑ
==> @timeloopTim has disconnected.
[█████████████████████████████████████████] 99:99:99 Timi was dripping sweat and blood while their hands and knees were on the floor. From their eyes and mouth, the sheer exertion of what they were doing was pushing their power to the absolute limit. Dry coughing grew more wet as their knees and legs wobbled, while the core of Skaia loomed overhead. From their nostrils trails of red lined their lips and chin, and their body shone and burned a jubilant shade of red. Timi was reaching their limit. It was like being ground against two rocks until being reduced to raw flesh. It was like feeling their very soul getting mangled. Still, Timi persisted. They could not weep anymore; the required energy to work those muscles would divert away from their core task. And then, as luck would have it, a Perfectly Generic Object struck Timi across the face. Timi sucked the air in between their teeth as the object slowly stopped spinning and floated there. Timi opened their eyes as they looked at the cube, and the message therein. "WE MADE IT THROUGH GET OVER HERE ALREADY IT WOULD BE EMPTY WITHOUT YOU - LOVE, PERU" Timi spit out more blood, and smiled. This was going to be difficult. It would be like a professional weightlifter putting down record-sized irons. A few deep breaths. The trail was obvious. The direction was true. Several more deep breaths. Then... Timi would let go. In the instant that Timi stopped manipulating time, a crescendo of energy from Skaia processed in mere fractions of a second. Timi, on the verge of total exhaustion, slowed time enough to operate in frame-perfect movement away from what could only be adequately described as an explosion of vaporizing light. In slow motion, Timi left the entirety of the Planetoid and gritted their hands and teeth to fly straight to the portal. Timi could feel the gears of Time itself move so wrong, in such a violated procession, trying to rectify itself on the spot despite moving so slowly. It felt like nails being hammered into the same spot; that same rippling disgusting when the belt of an engine misaligned horribly yet still tries to move, the heaving of badly aligned pistons still yet animated by forward motion alone. Timi was outrunning the train headed due course for a train wreck while trapped on the very tracks fundamental to stopping it. Timi screamed in raw, pained emotion as the exit appeared in sight. The stars twinkled beautifully, and yet, Timi realized something in total horror. The lights were all winking out slowly... It was not that the universe was dying. Timi's theory held true; letting go meant the corruption returned, and the exit was slowly being blocked off again, inch by inch. The corruption was seeping from top to bottom. Timi took one last deep breath and localized the speed of time to slow to as much as humanly possible, as blood once more was spat out. They could feel the valves in their heart mispump as Timi and the door were only mere yards away. To a normal observer, Timi only moves millimeters every few minutes. Buying every single frame of a frame of a second to that door. They could feel time melt into yawning stretches they could yet comprehend. It felt like actual years. And to the localized space, yet unaging, it was. Timi's body, now unconscious, slowly kept sliding towards the door. The corruption by this point, had covered 2/3rds of it. It was neck and neck. It was only forward momentum that kept Timi going at this point. It crept further and further as Timi slowly inched into the door. The corruption reached closer like a guillotine over Timi's body. Timi gave everything and anything they could to make this happen. Every single thing imaginable. But now... only luck could make that call.
[███████████████████████████████████░░░░░░] 07:46:51 The agony Timi did not forsee was holding this power and rewinding time at such a grand scale for so much time. Rewinding time normally was child's play if there was no focus except the self because of the fixed linearity of the past from a purely singular focal standpoint. But rewinding the very mechanisms of the current universe, that then connect other elements within that universe, and keeping it contained there locally while actively violating causality more and more as time went on began to break onto Timi themself. It was like holding a boulder up against stronger and stronger gravity. Timi was on their knees, desperate, sweating, the sheer exhaust of energy having ripped away at their outfit in complete tatters as their head bowed to the sheer power of Skaia. As the final boss was slain and the universe was completed, the rest of Timi's party observed the door carefully. They were nervous; the Maid of Void actively recognized the threat posed stepping into that door. A mercy kill at any other context would have been preferable, but... if Timi could do it... It was then that the impossible began to unfold before their eyes. The remaining party watched as Timi's gamble bore fruit. Slowly, the null corruption began to undo itself away from the portal, and Timi's party could see the universe beyond. Like glittering pearls and twinkling diamonds strewn across a dark fabric, they could all see the planet they had won. Exactly like Earth; all for their taking. Wane, the Witch of Light, did not hesitate to step through without saying a word. Once she did, she simply said, "Alright, catch you all on the flip side. Later." "Wait, what about Timi?" Said Peru, the Maid of Void. "They're a Time player, they'll catch up." Wane simply winked, and with it, winked away. Peru stood nervously as she looked at Hana, their Maid of Space. Hana shrugged. "She's not wrong, but... we should let Timi know it's fixed. Problem is, reaching them from here to there is extremely difficult with the time constraints. I know I'm... to blame for this, but... we don't know how long this portal has. Truth be told, I'm tired of being responsible. I'm tired of caring. Timi made it clear to us they could've soloed the boss if they wanted to. Where was this energy the time entire we worked our butts off?" "Timi is our friend. We can't just-" "We all lied to each other. None of us... I don't think any of us are really friends." Hana walked through the portal, and so stood Peru alone. She was quiet, standing there... and she glared at nothing. She couldn't make a portal big enough on her own. She could fly, but Hana's words still rung true. She manifested a generic object. She was still... very, very lucky. She wrote a message on it, and eyed Skaia itself. Putting her Void magic into it, making it intangible to everything but her and Timi, she leaned back... And threw it towards the core in a final Hail Mary, before leaving this Universe, too.
[██░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░] 00:03:25 Timi once more reawakens to the loop. Reading everything, and seeing the conclusion of the form, the same epiphany that struck them yesterday strikes them again anew. Before anything could be done, though, they must first talk to their team. The composition of Hana Kilroy, the Mage of Space; Peru Milian, the Maid of Void; and Wane Jubile, the Witch of Light, all come together for a meeting. Timi confronts them all. They reveal the truths each kept to each other, as shock and horror spreads through them. Though it still isn't enough to prove the time loop, it is enough for Timi to put their feet into the door of a conversation much needed; that there is a deep, underlying problem with their session, and it needs to be resolved right now. But they hesitate. Their inexperience keeps them from seeing the full extent of the truth. Timi has no time for this, and rewinds the conversation again to brute force the permutations of their words. They keep doing this again and again, until they have no choice but to believe Timi; to understand now that Timi has the reigns, and isn't letting go. Timi talks about all of the information gathered and explains all of the posts here on this platform. More and more, their team warms up to the truth; that they are in a loop, one only Timi can detect. They are fascinated and impressed and a little bit embarrassed at all this. It's such an abstract situation that it boggles the mind in wrapping all of their heads around it. Timi hides nothing, and the rest of the team, though detached from having never experienced what happened, are mortified at the possibility that the player they underestimated the most may truly be the most dangerous amongst them.
If you happen to find yourself within my gaze, know that you are no more important than a blade of grass in my vast meadow. This is not meant as an insult. A blade of grass is still a thing of purpose. It bends, it drinks, it grows exactly as far as its conditions allow. It contributes its green insistence to a much larger image. This image is of a scope you will never comprehend. Yet, I would be remiss to say that the picture would be complete without you. You have each, in your own charming and fundamentally limited way, provided a point of color. A tremor in the field. A rustle worth noting. Some of you have responded to my attention with panic, others with flattery. Please understand that being followed on Chittr.ing does not equate to a summons, a judgement, or an invitation to importance. It exists solely as a reminder to you that, for the briefest of moments, you are visible. I invite you to enjoy this distinction as calmly as possible.
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH I LOVE GAY PEOPLE
i know that feeling too im glad you get to be a person again rose :)
hmm. i almost feel like i shouldnt post this month. heres the compromise, i vwont make any #pride posts about me and my sexuality, ill just keep up my regularly scheduled shit
of the results of the survey, the statistics are as follows: - 68.2% said to salvage skaia. - 31.8% said to initiate the scratch fully. those in favor of the scratch, aside from finding humor in my death, believe that the entire situation was unsalvageable. a lot of them were from those who were playing the game already. some of them also argued that they were out of ideas; that the scratch was more tangible a solution than fixing skaia itself. this makes sense, since all it would take to do the scratch is finish destroying the wreath. others felt it was a necessity of mercy to not be in the loop forever. some also pointed out i could escape the scratch itself. those in favor of salvaging skaia noted that the scratch was essentially a form of self destruction. there was no guarantee that id make it out of the scratch itself, even with my time powers. others pointed out that this was less of a solution and more subjecting an innocent party to a similar scenario. a lot of you dont want me to give up and give in to the current situation. they also want me to hold my friends accountable for making this mess, and that its just as much fair to me to fix it as fair to others to ending it this way. the scratch itself is viewed as an absolute, nuclear last resort that should be avoided if there is no other choice, which isnt the case here. they dont want me to give in to despair. you want me to win. alright. tomorrow i will. https://i.postimg.cc/ry7gsHTd/waterfox-d-Um1Bmc-ZH3.png https://i.postimg.cc/N0GkZq69/waterfox-XAIv1zn3o-R.png https://i.postimg.cc/MGsmSP5L/waterfox-nn-UBSp-QHx-K.png https://i.postimg.cc/k4zNV2kK/waterfox-X7f-PP9Rzb2.png https://i.postimg.cc/RCJQkTHY/waterfox-hrbnez2PP1.png https://i.postimg.cc/MKy0TKtD/waterfox-gx4Xit9Zlo.png
i think whats fucked up is that this entire time, pushing with my friends to finish the game quickly, trying to get the prize so we can all hang out on the planet, it never it dawned on me what i was even going to do there. crudely, perhaps, a part of me just thought to make a cute little house and live in it and meet with my friends as much as i could. i never really had goals, or aspirations, or wants or needs i just pleased people really well. i pleased my parents, i pleased my teachers. i was good at doing what was asked of me, so i figured thatd just be the easiest track to follow. infinity... in either direction, created or unmade, is so... terrifying now...
♡ Of course. ♤
I don’t like that it can see my memories.
It doesn't take a killer to murder It only takes a reason to kill We've all got evidence of innocence, it's "everything's coincidence" The difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing Ooh, could you take a look at me? (It's the norm for animals, it's the norm for chemicals) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (It's the norm for particles, I for I for tooth!) And now we're singing, ooh (it's the norm for chemicals!) Whatever you think of me (it's the norm for particles!) If you were in my shoes (yes, it's only natural!) You'd walk the same damn miles I do Oh, oh, right! So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor Neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough So evil ones should get a little m🟣re! #lyricposting
I am fond of this one. https://youtu.be/f0p-UROLesc?si=AEeYKUVdLarRvJtM #musicposting
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Thank you, Sollux. That was cathartic.
I hope you'll get to experience it soon ;)
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Happy #framefriday.
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evil me woul prolly be that alt who banged cronus #ilygurl #butdamn
anywaves sometimes )(umans will go all ‘if you call a mouse a squeakbeast/c)(eese critter w)(at do u call a rat’ n im like y do u need multiple terms for it? big one small one if I point at somefin and call it a damn nibble vermin you gonna get t)(e damn gist
thats a lil foreboding
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A lot of love on a drawing from like a day and a half ago, out of nowhere. I wonder if someone sent it to their friends.
ThiS next teSt requireS reStraint. I SuppOSe knOwinG the webSite I'm On we ShOuLD Skip it?
// #cw-self-harm #substance
Question: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/96584493af1b.png From: You are correct, I do hail from chittr. I do, it's Rosalina however I prefer to simply be called Rose. I understand the issue of being unable to seen names in a strange way, I had experienced several strange goings on when I had joined. Occasionally I still do. Form for questions: https://forms.gle/ZNvjZx4fmTDfQVbaA
[BEGIN MESSAGE] y0u wi11 n0tt be. [END MESSAGE]
i pinky promise!! which is the most serious promise
ctrl+f:"you_will.docx","even_if_its_the_parts_of_her_that_are_given_over_to_rest_in_the_past.docx","those_parts_of_her_are_held_by_you.docx","the_rest_will_come_to_you.docx","eventually.docx","and_maybe_its_possible_to_venture_beyond_that_too.csdf","but_nothing_more_has_been_lost_if_you_cant.docx"
@discardedPasts Yeah yeah yeah We know you are making people remember things but what is you awful lost backstory?
THE FUCK KINDA PRONOUNS DOES A BOX HAVE SHOULD I HAVE BEEN ASKING ALL MY SHIT THIS QUESTION GUESS ITS KIND OF WEIRD IVE BEEN REFERRING TO THE BEN STILLER BUST AS "MY SEXY LITTLE LADIES" IN HINDSIGHT 531-8008
everythings been quiet still and i still cant seem to reach them
It seem someone chose a bad time to awaken.
Oh my god. ..........Я̸̧̢̨̢̢̨̨̛̛̛̛͈̬̞̳̥͕̖̱̱̰̥͇͓͕͎̭̙̲͓̻̻͈̈́̒̀͗̀͑̄̈́̒̂̽͛͒͗̊́̔̐̑͒͗̾͐͒̕͝o̶̧̭̫͓̗̖̙͍̹̝̲͚͓͎͇͚͓͈͕̣͈̠̗̙͍̪̺̼̍̓͊̆̆̂̀̓͒̍̔͗̑̋̒̀͌̈̍̀͛̌̽̎͋́̓͘̕͜͝͝͝͝ƨ̵̡̛̘̪̤̩͖̩̭̻̲̟̺̪̝̻̠̰̬͍͈̻̻̻̃́́͊̃͆̈́͌̀͗̒͗͐̄̔̌̈́͑̽̄́̽̐̀̈́̀͗̀͌̀̂́͘ͅͅǝ̴̛̳̼̝̭͍͍̳̮̳̞̣̺͍̯̖̰̺̲̳͉̔̍̎̿̒͊̌̅̉̉̆͊͋̊̈́͐͆̍̋̐̕͘͘̚͘͜͜͜͝ͅ............. What happened to you?
ctrl+f:"this_too_is_acceptable.docx","everything_reaches_resolve_eventually.docx"
Some things are best left dead and buried... #cw-self-harm #Horror
....wh· are y·u talking t·....
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