♣ mediated by @draconianDignitary

cayesey
Peccant Scofflaw ;)
I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE GRAMOPHONE.
DID I FUCKING S-S-S-S-S-STUTTER, CUCK?
is it gay tØ care abØut yØur gØØns. studies (lØrd english) say nØ.
IllegaL FirearmS WheN LegaL WaterlegS EnteR ThE RooM:
Droog, I'm sorry, but I am not more scared of you than I am of some of the players on this side and also trolls like the condensation or whatever her name is

c< i tHiNK everyONe 4gOt yOu did criMes >c

KILL YOuRSELF. DIE. YOuR MOTHER SHOuLD HAVE ABORTED YOu. WHY DID YOu JuST DOXX ME. TAKE THIS DOWN. NOW. THIS ISN'T IN YOuR HEART. PuNY HuMAN. DO NOT FuCK WITH ME. I HAVE SHOOTERS. IN EVERY GODDAMN ZIP CODE. WITH ZIP GuNS. AND CROWBARS.
Oh, I’m a unique specimen among my kind, dearie Droog. But I do proudly take my place amongst them.

Well, I mean, you never really gave off the hint of Dad presence before. You're more of the... shit, I wanna say the standoffish uncle type? Like the rich uncle who kinda quietly judges you but then gives you some big ol' gift 'cause they really care. That kinda guy.

I ain't a damn frog. Leprechauns AREN'T amphibious last I checked. Shit, still don't even know how to swim yet...
with all the fun megido stuff out of the way now we can get down to serious business! ive recently gotten an internship! a part time job if you will i guess ive finally been around long enough to have a title of my own! ill enjoy being able to work closer to my fellow megidos! https://i.postimg.cc/8zJ4Vnv7/disclosure.png https://i.postimg.cc/wjy2dbNy/disclosure2.png
hey buddy, the boss likes your can do attitude.
Let women be evil. We can have hobbies.
Hehe.

Considering many of the Midnight Crew are snivelling cowards who 8lur professional lines and cohort with enemy factions to no longer 8e trusted. I am now creating an opposition faction, titled the "Punch" so any future antagonism to the frogs are "Felt" in full force.

>> ¡ 1ove th¡ડ for you, Droog

woeGothic here. Be at the meteor site for the final day. Was gonna do something at that manor but he asked for a different type of service.
No amount of money in the world could move the mountains needed to oblige THAT request.
ARE DROOG AND ROOG FLIRTIN IS THAT WHAT THIS IS

eridan ampora #eridan #ampora
GOOGLE THE FLIRTING WAS BECAUSE HE SAID HE COULD BE YURI AND HES TECHNICALLY NOT MY COWORKER HE JUST ALSO IS HER
GOOGLE IS IT INAPPROPRIATE TO FLIRT WITH A COWORKER AFTER IMPLYING HE WAS HOMOPHOBIC
Who up drooging they diamonds, etc.

I have a convenient guide.
giving this a pity cause it's a damn shame.
BACK FROM THE SOLITARY WELLNESS VOID! I SURE HATE MODERN THERAPY! ANYWAYS, UNRELATED NOTE, LOOKING FOR VOLUNTEERS TO HAVE THEIR FLESH AND MIND MOLDED INTO MY EXACT BODY DOUBLE IN EXCEEDINGLY GRUESOME WAYS! ((#GORE #BODYHORROR))
As is your right, my Diamonds. As is your right.
Hm. A particular dark spot beyond my death in an adjacent timeline continues to irritate me. It is not my business, my lord will oversee such matters more directly, and yet I cannot help but feel unsettled. Someone is alive who shouldn’t be. My investigations have been…blocked, for now. But in due time, I will shine light on the issue. In due time.
<action; statement input; statement: i am reasonab|y sure that you are an a|ien of some kind. beyond that, i don't know. />
Hello, my Diamonds. You’ll understand. One of you will, anyways.
So far, I’ve found two of the Cards in my Deck. Two versions, that is. I hope to acquire all four Suits, eventually. Then once more will they be my Crew.
I was reqvesting a personal opinion, not stating my desire to be inclvded. I have no desire to be inclvded.
The Handmaid’s behavior was acceptable today, so I will allow a small indulgence: Tock. Tick.

Fuck Spades Slick
how much griping do we need to do to get you to use your name droogs perfectly good

btw when u like my chitt n mediate it right after i picture u having a good laugh n then sighing n shaking ur head
|| & ... woulddnt that make us bboth iddiots?
I want a rematch with that one troll who time froze my ass in the troll session for like a couple of seconds mostly It's the principal of the matter
These cueball-headed men intrigue me. And yet I get the sense it's unwise to speak to them. Thoughts?
Me, staring at myself in the mirror: I will NOT flirt with the weird, hot old man. I will not do it. #suggestive ig?
Hm, I am well aware of the importance of “Earth C” in my employer’s ascension, yet as it technically falls beyond my purpose, the details behind it are one of the deeper pockets of void. Perhaps there is more to learn about it here…
I will say this only once, and never again. Yes. The rumours are indeed true.

How karmic.
I think this is going well.

mailing things is fun. just gotta pay proper postage and wait for the delivery.

really excited about the effectiveness of our postal service.
HEY WAIT AREN'T YOU ONE OF THE GUYS THAT JACK WAS FRIENDS WITH? WHY ARE YOU HERE? THIS PLATFORM MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE.
1.e4 I am often asked how I conquer my fear when it comes to hunting down criminals. The targets of the cases I work these nights are almost always armed and dangerous, after all, and I do not operate out of the shadows. My face is known, my place of work is known, my record is known. ...e5 2.Bc4 The answer is simple: I don't. It's a fool's errand to try and claim complete victory over fear. Fear is a natural response, an instinct that keeps a troll's pusher pumping when danger arises. Fear is not an enemy, it's a tool. ...Nc6 3.Qf3 I walk in step with fear. I dictate the pace, the direction, the goal. I do not become overwhelmed by fear in a vain attempt to beat it, and so it provides me clarity. ...Qh4 4.Bxf7+ The criminals I hunt are the ones who should take fear's advice and run. ...½–½

i mean ive gotten better at it!

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Strange for you to request help.
Lays an egg directly into your hand.
i was agreeing with it but you know what. now it's mine.
I hate this
The Gatling Gun Is Far Too Low For This To Be A Serious List.
One thousand and twenty five million, four hundred and thirteen thousand, six hundred and twelve ants. That is all.

Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png

Where are you, exactly?
You, the person reading this, will die at a time, in a place, on a date. #vagueposting Haa Haa. Hee Hee. Hoo Hoo.
Big NEWS! Apparently reportedly @misterSeven#4408 and @draconianDignitary are in a RELATIONSHIP!!! DOES THIS MEAN A FELT CREW TRUCE FOR LOVE? STAY TUNNED
BREAKING NEWS!!! @draconianDignitary and @spadesSlick CAUGHT BY REPORTER HAVING GAY SEX #NSFW YAOI WINS! STAY TUNNED
I'm deeply disappointed that I even have to say this, but a little motormouth who spent most of the night either on the floor or shoving his tongue in someone else's throat decided to @ our whole social circle with a baseless accusation. I. Did not. "Hook Up". With Slick. #teatime
Passing through the main hall glad I'm not Trace right now. Can't imagine how many past trails are left after last night.

*le yawns on u*

My thanks to all who attended #teatime. Thirty-seven in total, once one accounts for staff, overlap, and those who found it necessary to arrive more than once in one form or another. A number that settles quite comfortably where it does. Not excessive. Not lacking. Simply… correct. You each entered under your own reasoning. Curiosity, obligation, defiance, habit. Some of you came to observe. Some to be seen. A few, whether you realized it or not, came because you had already decided to long before the invitation was extended. The room accepted all of it without complaint. There were, of course, deviations. There always are. Tea set aside in favor of stronger indulgences. Doors treated with less care than they were built to withstand. Conversations that began where they should not have, and others that ended before they had the chance to become useful. None of this disrupted anything. If anything, it confirmed a few expectations. I trust you noticed certain things while you were there. Small details. The way the space seemed to accommodate you without effort. The way others occupied their places without needing instruction. The way certain moments felt… heavier than the rest. You weren’t mistaken. For those who found something of value, you’re welcome to keep it. It was never mine to begin with. For those who did not, I wouldn’t concern yourselves. Recognition has a habit of arriving late. In any case, the evening concluded exactly where it was meant to. And you, each of you, contributed precisely what was required to see it through. Until next time.

Was it awkward. Yes. Did I purrobaby ruin it for someone. Yes. #teatime
CHITTR SHADY FACT #31 • “ i have it on good authority that itchy of the felt can only be reined in by corporal punishment, particularly in front of other members of the gang.” #nsfw #sortof

My, my. I must admit, even I can appreciate a… *thoroughly enthusiastic* reception. Your adulation has not gone unnoticed. In fact, it has been catalogued, appreciated, and, where appropriate, of course, quietly anticipated. You have all performed exactly as one might hope. For those of you seeking a more… *direct* line of communication, I will extend a small courtesy. My direct messages are, as you would say, open. I do find that more private channels tend to produce far more… *interesting* outcomes. Do take care when you reach out, of course. One never quite knows what sort of conversation they are truly beginning.

Ah. The Diamond Droogs. How efficient of you to arrive so quickly. I had wondered how long it would take before certain… interested parties made themselves known. Please, don’t mistake my presence here for intrusion. If anything, it is quite the opposite. You see, spaces like this tend to… attract exactly the sort of attention they are meant to. Your commentary, your skepticism, even your thinly veiled hostility. Each of it serves a function. A rather important one, in fact. I do hope you’ll continue. It would be a shame if such a meticulously predictable sequence of events were to falter now. I assure you, you wouldn't be here if you weren't meant to be. I have seen everything you have posted, I will have you know now.

Ah. It would appear I have been… *granted access* to this quaint little platform you insist on calling “Chittr.” How novel. You see, I find it endlessly fascinating—this compulsive need your species has to compress its thoughts into neat, digestible fragments. As if brevity might somehow make them more… *true.* I assure you, it does not. Still, I suppose introductions are expected. You may refer to me as Doc Scratch. Titles beyond that would only complicate matters, and I would hate to burden you with details you are not yet prepared to understand. Suffice it to say, I am intimately familiar with each of you. Your posts, your choices, your… predictable little spirals of cause and effect. All of it has already been accounted for. Yes, even this. Especially this. Please, do continue as you were. I would not dream of interrupting the trajectory you are so diligently fulfilling. I am merely here to observe. …and, on occasion, to ensure that things proceed exactly as they must.

I can't breathe. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8f26f495d5da.PNG

CEASE YOUR SLANDEROUS BALONEY AT ONCE.

What's vore.
feel like cullin somebubbly but i dunno if anyones done anyfin. gotta start inventin new crimes.
no one tell dame she's gonna scold me
I have filled a water gun with paint thinner the Felt and the Crew don't stand a chance
#feltmanorpsa ahem. there are 44 paintball guns available in the foyer, plus mine, spares four potential crew intervention or breakage. all midnight city residents are welcome to partake if they so desire. paintball canisters in the respective colors (white included four the stripes), as well as charm colors are available in (four now) full stock in each of the kitchens, with extras stashed around in miscellaneous rooms and halls and also probably your room if you left it unlocked. if you decide to shoot snowman or scratch, that's your own funeral, and your usage of my weaponry agrees to these terms. i will be hirin' cleaners four the aftermath. may the best shot win.

concept: learning how difficult it is for leprechauns to get stains out of their fuzz marking your flings face with your color to force them to walk around with the splatters shown proudly until they can get it out (tags: Reader/Leprechaun, #rankworks, facials, genetic material play, unlisted quad, unlisted charms, alien biology, #nsfw, marking, forced exhibitionism, #nsfwe just in case, archive rating: E)

What???

How droll.

I think it says enough that you're using the word 'dame'. I have no problem with women, Mr. Droog. They have their place, as do men.
What have I ever done to deserve such widespread hatred?
#nsfl (not safe four leprechauns) #nsfw (just in case, even though i think it's not four other species?) #dancing #culturelessons so, in leprechaun culture, dancing is a fourm of intimacy and recreation four adult leprechauns, and an important step in our reproductive rituals and processes. but why is it that way, and not apparently four other species? well, i'm not sure what makes it so inherently casual to you guys, but i'll break down what it is four us. of course, dancing *at* someone is a fourm of display and flirting, much like one might unbutton their shirt or place a hand on another's thigh, and can either be reciprocated or simply appreciated. each partnered dance is a fourm of connection, of art that draws you into being fundamentally closer with your fellow leprechaun. it's about meeting their steps, understanding where the flow of the dance goes- finding their tempo and how it can beat with the same time as yours. the synchronicity leads you to knowing parts of each other that you can't find in any other way. each charm and each trove add their own rhythm, their own steps, to the connection, and in this manner of romp you find each other and you find yourself. it's common four us to use evocative music to help us find each other's rhythm with the sort of guide laid out by the tempo of the tunes, but long-term troveships tend to go without, as their understanding of one another's steps is so well-established that the music would only be a distraction. unless they're tryin' somethin' new, of course. additional aspects, such as tap shoes, pointe shoes, or even perfourming costumes if you're feeling particularly spicy, are common things that add something to the ballroom four those looking to have some extra fun. this connection, establishing a mutual tempo between partners, is what allows our bodies to essentially enter a state in which we are capable of producing fertile tadpole eggs. i'm not going to go into the process of exactly how we have sex or lay our young, since that's basically an entire different lesson and also i'm not sure how much it differs from other species yet, (hit me up if you want to be my research partner! ;)) but this covers the essential basics of the importance of dances in our culture.
I need a kid so I can attain dilf status I think. Pondering. #nsfw

I did not have sexual relations with that peanut.
mmobster goonn curious about their gennder: i ainnt ever beenn abroad before...
I would demand to be worshipped, but it seems you are all doing a wonderful job at it already. Well done, my Poor Little Meow Meows.
We have two Secret Relationships that we're ready to share with the public... But is the world ready? You might be surprised as to WHO is with WHO! 😳😳
I am simply the most beloved user on Chittr.
Hate this post if you think I am sexy.
I hawe no interezt in the likez of derzitez, but you hawe my rezpect, DD...ahuhuhuhu...
Mmm I Don't Want To Be Evil Anymore I've Decided!
Genuinely, there are two men on this site who I would sleep with. One of them in a pitch sense. The other in a more human, but equally as rough, albeit fetishistic sense. I will.not say who, just yet. #nsfw
Perhaps I shall allow myself to let loose whilst on this website. Conventional intercourse does nothing for me any more. My pussy must be destroyed, in every sense of the word. Hoo hoo. #nsfwe















































