♥ liked by @extantLichen
I could not agree more.
Some Of You Are Too Worried About " Getting Laid " When You Should Be Worried About Developing A Personality, Send Chitt. #suggestive #nsfc #goodlight
Veeery funny, Oddy. Very funny. I'll take over the music posting from here. Just one last one 4 the road. LET'S HEAR IT 4 THE ALTERNIAN EMPIRE'S 4REIGN POLICY!!!!
yewve denied him 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 the right to come home 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
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[BEGIN MESSAGE] it iz zimi|ar with pe0p|e. ann0ying|y tthere iz n0t a guide tt0 tta|king tt0 z0me0ne. [END MESSAGE]
so that dude who was gLLoating about freeing heLLms and LLivechitting his totaLLLLy nobLLe not-kidnapping expLLoits got taken out by a dude with a fancy toothpick huh. we shouLLd start giving out awards to the most pathetic bad guys on this site
༻𐫱༺ I don't believe sso🌻 T𝒽oug𝒽 I ssupposse t𝒽ey'll make a ssymbol of anyt𝒽ing🌻 ༻𐫱༺
>([w#en i see dat butt] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/38b094f01eac.png]
it seems the rot 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 has ᰍrogressed as far 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 as it will 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 the wounded trees 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 have taken it in 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 the rest stand firm 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 their brethren will decay 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 and feed them in turn 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 it is a good end 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
you ever see a post and just know that guys hive has the shadow the hedgehog song pLLaying on repeat
>> ¡ wou1d 1¡ke to rem¡nd you that ¡ am ¡n fact, current1y, aડ we ડpeak, a1¡ve. ¡n ડp¡te of the afforment¡oned genoc¡de of my caડte, to boot.
can you like do a fun chitt next please
Everyone Is Pointing And Laughing At You.
>> We11, we are And ¡ Don't th¡nk many of uડ ¡ntend on ડtopp¡ng that anyt¡me ડoon ¡'m juડt ¡'m g¡v¡ng you a ડ¡de-eye for br¡ng¡ng ¡t up 1¡ke that,,
⛧youre from a caste that should have been wiped out by the highbloods. its about a plausible as your existence⛧
>> Good th¡ng ¡ ડaw th¡ડ to corroborate our ડtory
>> ¡ waડ there, ¡ waડ the bu1ge
=oXO i felt like if i didn,t say it i was going to forget i,m allowed to speak¡¡¡ awawa''' thank you''' it,s been really nice to come back and everyone is so supportive and nice''' i feel a bit more at ease now =oXO
(̥ ̥এ́⍜এ̥̀)̥̥ I HAVE I HAVE!!!
=oXO ''' that,s true they,re eusocial but trolls aren,t''' i guess we are social though¡ in a regular sense''' =oXO
=oXO ''' thank you'''' you,re very nice to me =:) =oXO
#allardgiggle
bars.
wise words 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 i am inclined to agree 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 a mournful moment 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 but necessary 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 i know this well 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
thank yew 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 fir the assurance 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 i wood not dream to stoᰍ it 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 but the forest is my family 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
IS THIS TOO MUCH FOR MY QUADFINDR PROFILE? BE HONEST. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/DC3071C3295E.JPEG #SUGGESTIVE
ᓚYours is cute too» Whimsical» Nice to find something readable over the piles of eye-slaughtering slop»ᗢ
𓁹‿𓁹 (<- #myriadpr operty ꠹꠹till)
yeah this was an alright interacti0n all things c0nsidered enj0y the rest 0f y0ur day
Everyone Is Always Dying, This Is Alternia. The " Everyone Is Always Dying " Planet.
♡⸝⸝ 777HEY SHOULD CALL U A SWORD 777HE WAY U GO777 A GOOD DAMN POIN777!! ⸝⸝♤
>> Thank you :)))
Attention, The matter has officially concluded. Captain Mirith was victorious. There is no way to refuse the official record of the Duel, as I have also been made to file it myself. He was prepared, as I required. He pressed with force, capitalized on an opening I should not have so freely offered, and disarmed me before the assembled Witnesses. He was swift to have me bent and weakly holding onto my blade in front of the spectators. The field received enough of my hue to satisfy whatever appetite the Captain had chosen. I find it very moving that Captain Mirith was able to pReserve, through all that sweat, pressure, exertion, pinning, slickness, breathlessness, consumption, and thorough satisfaction, the presence of mind to assure the public that this was merely a Duel. His dedication to martial clarity remains one of his more theatrical virtues. Still, I will grant him this: he earned the right to gloat. He may keep it for as long as he can carry it elegantly. As for a rematch, I will consider the matter when I am done considering the failures I made. A rematch is a vulgar word, as opposed to the truth of the matter. It will be a necessary correction. I have considered the weight of his blade, and the pressure he exerted when he placed it upon my face. I recall the precise moment my guard was forced open for far too long. His breach of my sanctity is the only honest thing he has ever done in his position of office. It would be easy to pretend my interest is purely procedural. That I seek only to restore balance, amend the record, and demonstrate that a single defeat does not settle the quality of an Officer. All of that is true, of course. Unfortunately, truth can be very indecent when arranged correctly. I remember the impact. I remember the heat of my own hue spilling where it had no permission to be. I remember the Captain above me, unkind enough to be beautiful in victory, watching my composure come apart one measured breath at a time. I remember my face marked by the consequence of him, stained until even dignity had to look away. One does not forget being opened so thoroughly before Witnesses. One also does not forgive it. So yes, Captain Mirith may rest assured that I am thinking long and hard about a rematch. I am thinking of his blade. I am thinking of the place it found me. I am thinking of whether, when next it pierces through my defense, I will permit the expression on my face to be mistaken for surrender. Or whether I will make him earn that misunderstanding twice. That is right. I will be coming for you, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions). I will keep coming for you until I catch you. Then, you will come for me. Our game of meowbeast and squeakbeast will continue until one of us is dead, or worse. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW, as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
@extantL-chen -t looks to me l-ke you m-ght have a fr-end soon. :;)
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Yaho~o.
;) —— NOpe! At least nOt in my eyes, hehe! —— :P
You Are Adorable, Which Is Strange Because You " Spook " Me A Little, Given The Way You Speak.
📸 @extantLichen. said s[*o]me pretty weird shit during [*o]ur sessi[*o]n.
/o shit it got m ଳ ‧₊˚
@aridScuttler I wrote you a play to reflect your plight. The Blessed Little Errand of Miss Wirehand A small shadow play for one yellowblood, two repairmen, and an unhelpful saint. [ðe screen lights. heheh. ] [Enter Miss Wirehand, whose arms hang at her sides with great dignity and no cooperation. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh dear. My arms have taken leave of ðeir duties. [She attempts to wave. heheh. It results in waggling shoulders. honk. ] Miss Wirehand: Lazy ðings. honk. [Enter the First Repairman, carrying a box of screws. honk. ] First Repairman: Good news, miss. honk. Your arms are not broken. heheh. Miss Wirehand: Oh? First Repairman: They are on strike. honk. Miss Wirehand: That sounds worse. First Repairman: Only socially. [Enter the Second Repairman, carrying a very small hammer and a very large bill. honk. ] Second Repairman: We can fix them. honk. Miss Wirehand: Will it hurt? First Repairman: Possibly. honk. Second Repairman: Briefly. honk. First Repairman: Repeatedly. Second Repairman: But in a cheerful order. [Miss Wirehand considers ðis. heheh. Wishing she could put a hand on her hip.] Miss Wirehand: I would prefer my arms return to me with improved manners and perhaps we can negotiate a union. honk. Second Repairman: We can add that to the bill. honk. [From above descends ðe Saint of Useful Limbs, upside down. honk. Indigo through and true. honk. ] Saint: Children, children. heheh. Do not mourn a limb ðat needs repair. heheh. Mourn only the limb that refuses your generation benefits package. honk. Miss Wirehand: Is ðat comforting? Saint: No. heheh. It is official. honk. [ðe repairmen open Miss Wirehand’s arms like squeaky cupboards. honk. ] First Repairman: Aha. honk. Here is ðe trouble. Too much work. Second Repairman: Too much carrying. heheh. First Repairman: Too much reaching. Second Repairman: Too much being expected to function because one is attached. Miss Wirehand: ðat is very rude of everyone. heheh. Saint: A common design flaw in society. [ðe repairmen wind a little key. One arm rises halfway and points accusingly at ðe audience.] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. That one remembers. heheh. First Repairman: Of course. Arms remember everyðing. honk. Second Repairman: Every door held open. honk. First Repairman: Every wire touched. Second Repairman: Every thing carried that should have been put down sooner. [ðe arm drops.] Miss Wirehand: Is it dead? First Repairman: No. heheh. Second Repairman: Dramatic. honk. Saint: A healthy sign. honk. [They tighten one screw. The arm waves weakly.] Miss Wirehand: There you are. honk. [ðey tighten anoðer. honk. ðe other arm lifts and slaps ðe First Repairman. heheh. ] First Repairman: Excellent reflexes. honk. Miss Wirehand: I apologize. honk. Second Repairman: Do not. honk. It is good for him. [ðe Saint claps wið someone else’s hands. honk. His own too busy holding ðe reflective mirror of vanity. heheh. ] Saint: Behold. heheh. She is repaired. Miss Wirehand: Am I better? First Repairman: Not better. Second Repairman: Just where you were. First Repairman: Better comes later. heheh. Second Repairman: After rest, patience, and no nonsense with fresh hinges, ðese are expensive. heheh. Miss Wirehand: That sounds boring. heheh. Saint: Most survival is. [Miss Wirehand raises both arms. One hand waves. The oðer gives a rude gesture entirely on its own. heheh. ] Miss Wirehand: Oh. honk. Second Repairman: A little personality remains. honk. First Repairman: We never remove ðat. heheh. [ðe puppet bows.] Miss Wirehand: ðen I suppose I will live. Saint: A dreadful habit. Miss Wirehand: But mine. honk. [ðe lamp dims.] [The repaired arms wave after ðe rest of her has left.] End. honk.
| The evening’s performance ended well. heheh. | [ðe puppet bows too late.] A small crowd, but attentive. The kind ðat laughs after looking boð ways. honk. I performed an old devotional piece concerning duty, inheritance, and ðe many comforts of knowing one’s place. heheh. Very traditional. Very clean. honk. ðe overseer seemed pleased enough, though he watched ðe screen more ðan ðe puppets. honk. The lamp guttered once during the final prayer. heheh. A few in ðe back went quiet. honk. I apologized for the oil. heheh. [ðe puppet remains kneeling. heheh. ] Heheh. honk. #PerformanceNotes #ShadowPuppetry #ClownChurch #Devotionalðeater
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feel like we should shoot someone out of a cannon later
i tthinkk you are mmaybee. "unc"
Ratioo
I am literally always saying this
:-D
>> You aren't ¡mpoડ¡ng yourડe1f at a11!! 1et me DM you :))
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♯youreinteresting
Wait I'm back, I just want you to know every time I've argued back like for real for real you pathetically said "I'm not reading allat" so why the hell would I keep sending walls of text to someone who doesn't know how to read? God. You still won this one, but you're such a fucking moron. I'd like to beat the shit out of you.
I have heard that peoplle are llonelly out there tonight. I hope you all find a good friends to share your llove and time with. I am bllessed with good company llike my friend, Rinara. I woulld share this boon with all of you if I coulld
Ack. I almost thought about making one, too. You might be right... ❣︎
Would not be surprised if you were right tbh
tHE JOURNAL FACTORY EXPLODED, iT WAS A HORRIFIC LOSS OF LIFE AND A REAL TRAGEDY, }:(
hell yeah!
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not sure what you’re deal1ng w1th but 1 get what you mean by restless. relentless somet1mes even, 1dk
Wondrful question! i use theM for sMelling shtuff :}
:> Would you like me if I w^s ^ bug ^nd h^d pincers ^nd ^ proboscis ^nd did weird bug things <: