
♣️ Rose Lalonde ♣️
@flightyBroad
Curious lifelong yearner. INTJ. Questioning. Think naught of my lines of inquiry intersecting where they may. I seek to furnish understanding of the world with fetching scarves of erudite information.
|| ► what time is it? soon-to-beforian understandings of the trollian sweep. || an article on beforus-based calendar understanding and execution of chronology by accredited author chakwa nanich, localized into 4 separate trollian dialects and 1 non-trollian dialect for ease-of-reading. questions? comments? generalized fears about upcoming elections to caste-representative positions in government? chakwa nanich can be reached using @integrityManifesto on chittr. → article begins. in branching out across platforms, it has come to my attention that! non-trollian species might struggle to understand the timekeeping practices of a beforian journalist. since journalism itself is about sharing information in the most understandable and blunt way, i can't exactly leave a newfound audience out to dry. so. despite my great efforts to avoid the inevitable, i will now embrace the mantle of proper schoolfeeder to the unabsorbed. should make things easier when you are all eventually subsumed into the beforian domain, putting you at least two sheds above the average cull-captive. let's hop to it! beforus rotates on two axes, the polar axis and the lunar axis. the polar axis runs through our largest oceans, specifically the deepest trenches of those oceans! similar to the "human" concept of "north and south" poles from my extensive research. the lunar axis is a variable point, so just think of it as "perpendicular" to our lovely pink moon and our solar system's resident star. analogous to the "human" concept of "north and south" poles... again. wik-kəmtəks? most wrigglers are! don't worry... i have a feedecree in communication. time to approach it another way. beforus orbits the resident star on its lunar axis, meaning the moon and the sun are on the same "plane" in space at all times. however, the planet SPINS on its polar axis, and our equator is never parallel with our moon because the MOON orbits over the polar axis. 'dret wik-kəmtəks ixt. {i have included a helpful diagram below to clarify things a little further, in case my readers are visual feeders.} moving on... a perigee is the time it takes our pink moon to reach one pole from the other, or one full night and light together, with the apogee being the midpoint or change-over from light to night... or night to light depending on your location! sort of similar to chaku-san or chaku-mun for the diurnal "human" species that seems most dominant of non-trollian chittr users. the moon orbits us 13 full times over the course of an equinox. 26 perigees {or 26 apogees if you're weird} make just 1 equinox {about 1 rotation of the planet} and it takes around 26 equinoxes to orbit the resident star. wow! it sure is nice to have everything perfectly match like that, huh? ...fun fact for the curious... beforus actually has several "eves" that are "not-really-nights" in our calendars, or night / light cycles that get "skipped" from counting because we like our 26-26-26 set-up sooo much. you might have heard of 12th perigee's eve before! that's just one of our "skipping" perigees, showing up every equinox or so to pad out those pesky "almost" and "abouts" in beforan timekeeping. hatching on an eve is considered very unlucky in some parts of beforus, so do your best to chew out at a good time like just before or after a season. a season? right! beforus has four seasons, known as dim / dusk / dawn / doom. these are governed by our orbit around the resident star. doom and dusk are opposites, just like dim and dawn, existing on opposite sides of beforus at any given time. unlike non-trollian seasons on boring 1-axis planets like "earth" or similar, our seasons refer to the position of the star's light on beforus at any given time during a sweep. the side of beforus that faces the resident star is in the doom season, the side facing away from the resident star is in the dusk season! meanwhile, the dawn season is the "edge" of the doom-dusk seasons "turning" into the sunlight and the dim season is the doom-dusk "edge" now "turning" away from the sunlight. {i'll include a diagram for this as well. my gift to visual feeders.} doom seasons are hot, dusk seasons are cold, and dim / dawn seasons are just the best! thankfully, the worst of doom and dusk seasons take place over the deep oceans, warming our and cooling our waters in a way that keeps the whole of beforus very livable for even the lowliest of landdwellers. when our equator faces the resident star, our natural rotation keeps the topography from being utterly eradicated by husk-blistering radiation and heat... but don't go wandering during the light apogee. seriously! i'm warning you against that. phew! looks like we've covered all the basics, even if it gets even more complicated down to the smallest click. trolls are pretty set in our ways. we like everything working out in sort-of-tridecimals more than anything else, so even our perigees are broken up into 26: 13 scrubs before apogee then 13 scrubs after. as for a scrub, that's 26 swabs, and finally 52... clicks to a swab. {no system's perfect, i suppose.} consider it a system relying on 12... + 1, just in case. thank you for taking the time to feed up on basic beforian timekeeping with me, dear reader. hopefully these details have scuttled to the deepest reaches of your pan-equivalent... and if you're a troll who didn't know any of this stuff. well, now you do! if you enjoyed my ramblings, you might think to subscribe to my chittr profile, but. only do that if you're prepared for some hard hitting REAL journalism tackling the weird and wacky and wonderful problems on beforus. yes, i said PROBLEMS. no system is ideal until there's nothing left to critique, so keep your bulbs open and your tubes clean. if you dare! → article concludes. this is chakwa nanich, alta nayka ɬatu on the 12th lunar perigee of the 8th doom season's equinox. ɬax̣ayam! mirrored articles on swattpad, recoupjournal, huskbook, and panshock monthly. originally posted on the official alta 'mayka munk-kəmtəks website. — alta ɬaska chaku-sax̣ali, ɬaska 'təmtəm ɬatwa ɬatwa ɬatwa kʰanu-qʰata.

I have no ideological hang-ups about scripture lifted from Biblical Buzzfeed type interrogatives, but it cannot be presented without qualifiers that my answers were slightly exaggerated for the purposes of trying to achieve at least something of merit. I did not anticipate being called a lardass in no uncertain terms for my simple appreciation of an agrarian style grazing approach to taking life as it comes. Greed. Ninety percent. Gluttony. Eighty five percent. Oh. I like nice things and prefer not to starve in this capitalist hellscape that prioritizes stepping over fallen comrades or driving a fork in their back rather than lending a hand to help. How putrid of me. How can my irredeemable gold coin satchel lust ever be sated? Sloth. I had something witty to say about this but do not feel like typing it. This should be patently self-evidenced in its falsehood. Pride. Seventy percent. Oh no. They docked me points for being too humble. Better luck next time. Not like I would need such skeptically regarded superstitions to succeed by my own merits. Lust. Ninety percent. The average Chittr user lusts circles around me. Big. Pendulous. Breast shaped circles. Strictly taxonomically speaking. Envy and Wrath. Both seventy percent. Perfect equilibrium. I hate you. Give me everything you got in the cash register. I could be a Batman villain. Scoot over, Satan. There is a new bad bitch in damnation town. Now if you will excuse me. I have a spiritual power nap to partake in.

if ppl were smoll i could go u have been bad go 2 time out and stick em in my mouth just kidding unless

steps on you. with my paws.

pov i got u trapped in a jar and i give u a little slice of brownie and a small cup of milk before i go off 2 do some stuff

Do people not know I fuck weirdos? Tell me it's not sincerely a shock that I'm raunchily and unconditionally receptive to the needs of lost dogs and strays, is it? I've never NOT acclimated to the wanton wants of others, even if, at times, strictly through an exploratory lens. But this is far from mere fascination with the concept. I indulge it in the strictly literal most mechanical terms. I like helping people in need. Some people I like helping, aren't truly people at all. They are dogs. Dogs who fail to recognize the shape of their own muzzle, the curl of their own paws, the click of their fangs, and the slobber that hides under unassuming words like "drool" and "salivation". These dogs deserve to be boundlessly happy. To skip and stride on walkies spanning many yards beyond the yard they are confined to for enrichment. The classification is all mind bogglingly intriguing to me, to a point I could spend many nights speaking on it... The petplay enthusiast, the puppyplay devotee, the roleplay connoisseur, each of these seeking transcendence through deliberate diminishment of the self and one's own sense of personhood. One humors these proclivities, of course, not out of mere indulgence, but as an anthropological exercise in the transmundane. The crude and feral animalistic adjacent mechanics (often strictly performative, one stresses, though perhaps not always), the BDSM-style undertones of collar and command, the hypnophilia of trance-like obedience, each and every one represents a fascinating vector of unconditional psychological surrender. And is there anything hotter than surrender? I seldom imagine so. Even a doll can put up a meaningless struggle. To posit itself cutely. To adjust to the cold of shower water as it is washed of all impurities, scrubbed of anything that might blemish or tarnish its wondrously well-loved existence. I find myself particularly captivated by those who embody the more bestial aesthetic with such...earnestness. The ones who fetch not merely as performance, but as genuine expression of undying affection and desperation to do whatever it takes to please. There is something almost xenophilic about it, this attraction to the alien consciousness of the canine imitant, the form transposed, the identity assumed and subsumed into the self, translated through human lookalike and silhouette. One might almost say it borders on agalmatophilia, to conjure the earlier doll example to mind, the way they freeze in playful stillness, awaiting activation at the slightest command from an owner and mistress. And what choice do I have? I am an adult exulted to the precipice of godhood, surrounded by borderline couch potato Olympians of retired physical vigor, possessed of preternatural strength and an almost canine loyalty is exercised by nearly all I speak to, as if behavior instinctual and codified throughout the known and unknown universe. And then there is my friends. Suffice to say. Knowing everything only elucidates precisely how screwed I am. To some. I am divine. Sure. But to them, I could be unwound, rewritten, unspooled, and abated in presence until small enough to fit between two vindictively pinched fingers until every day is another incremental installment of a much belabored "8/8" joke without end. And not that I particularly mind... But the thrill of knowing precisely what Jade Harley, I mean, what could hypothetically transpire if dangerous cosmic-caressing spatially stretching strength is not held in check by nothing but the safeguard of my voice? Yes. It is quite hot. Yes. It is quite pleasant. Yes. I fuck weirdos who could squash me unrecognizable. That is the point. #NSFW #Puppyplay #Roleplay #Paraphilia #Xenophilia #Agalmatophilia #Psychrophilia #Hypnophilia #BDSM #agalmatophilia #Smothering #LeashPlay #NSFWE #Macrophilia #Microphilia #SizeDifference #ExtremeSizeDifference #PowerImbalance #UnreliableNarration #StreamOfConsciousness #AnthropologicalKink #Aftercare #PsychologicalKink #TrustIssues #MeritedTrustIssues

there is an appeal in looking after the ppl stuck in a jar admittedly that goes beyond a bit but i am not thinking abt it that hard

most of my troubles would be solved if i really could shrink ppl and put them in jars lol less fires
Merry #VoreDay the First, to the enlightened. Theme of today's illustrative clash is, naturally, in line with the holiday: 7th of August — The Eater. Our commissioner would like to remain anonymous. Aside from a small, Junior-dequirked message to a very unlucky victim, which follows. @imJunior: Anonymize this missive. ==> Having glimpsed my unenviable fate in the certain future, I would like to exercise some small control over the here and the now and the torment to come. This will be finished at just the right moment to make him furious. Crazy. But hey. An artist has to make a living. So butter your biscuits and get straight nasty on the click-through. This sucker only loops once, per commissioner's orders, so rewatches are manual... And they say that #sadism is dead.
Huh. Shades were recording. Digging out some decent shots from #brawl-out-bbq prior to hasty retreat.

Quarterstaff.

I am not your savior. That is a step too far. Far further than I am willing to waltz, and strut, and gait just so that your Solemaster dominion extends to every track and field of paradox space's nebulously infinite span. For the bit, I would do anything. There are few words I would keep in reticent reserve when it comes to you, Dirk Strider. But "I am here to save you"? "Hand in unlovable hand"? Any miscellaneous assortment of Mountain Goat lyrics? Dross. You will far sooner find me dragging my heels hard and deep enough to carve the ceiling of the nine hells clean off, scraped unrecognizable to all but Dante. I am putting my foot down. You will not trample another beneath yours, Solemaster Strider.
Welcome to the Thunderstomp, Lalonde.
Anyψave. Look at my shoes. 3:)
Gonna start doing the splits in the middle of arguments like that love island gill ψith no ass.

♦️█ ░ what if i p0ssessed a d0ll. w0uld pe0ple n0t want t0 be my friend anym0re if i did that? i c0uld st0p at any time. but. managing my hair w0uld be s0 easy. and i c0uld always l00k s0 pretty. id need help reaching tall ledges. and m0st staircases. and sh0elaces if i get stuck in th0se. and typing my messages. but. id be w0rth it, i think. maybe? if i were really cute ab0ut it. im. im thinking ab0ut at least 0ne d0ll b0dy. ପ(∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗)ଓ ▒ ▓❤️

Is it bad that I am better at cutting off circulation and obstructing breath by means of tendrils than my own hands...? It's almost embarrassing. Erotic asphyxia loses a personal touch when I'm outsourcing. The tendrils ought to be my own entirely. Then I can take credit for the little suction cup hickey marks that reside in the lingering aftermath.
(=^ω^=) < FUR SOME REASON I'M FELINE COMPLETELY INCLINED TO AGR33 WITH THIS!!! AND ALSO NEWLY INSPIPURRED AS WELL! OMGOMGOMG!!! I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MY F33LS NOW! IT'S TIME TO GET BACK TO MY DRAFTS!!!!!!
:33 < *ac says shes sorry fur taking so long to pawst new ships, she was busy handling a severe case of social anxiety!!* x33 < *but now shes back with even more #chittrships !! this time featuring @neonAllnight and @melindaandThemoor !!* https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/1b8bff1749dd.png







































