♣️ 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.
My Gru6tu6e alg9rithm is just a 6unch 9f crafting c9mmunity tea and several h9ur-l9ng vide9 game d9cumentaries.
If you ever wish to trade the esoteric insights of the craft community's tendency to spin a yarn...I'm ever always enthused at the prospect. I happen to be well-read in on some of the finer blowouts of poorly managed craft conventions and less formidably arranged events that ended in fiasco-tier disasters.
♠️█ ░ 0hh...similarly... ପ(∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗)ଓ ▒ ▓❤️ ♠️█ ░ t0 miss r0se...i kn0w a thing 0r tw0...ab0ut seam splitting...hilari0us 0versights...cut fr0m a similar cl0th...but mine are m0stly...cauti0nary tales...that br0ught pe0ple...untimely demises...fr0m carelessness...w0uld that c0unt...f0r craft c0mmunity tea...? ▒ ▓❤️ ♠️█ ░ i als0 *play*...plenty 0f...visual n0vels...and...casual...r0le playing games...like...bl00db0rne? hhhehhh. ▒ ▓❤️
I would not even at my most charitable describe Bloodborne as a "casual roleplaying game"...but I would be most interested in your aforementioned macabre transpiring(s) and elucidating information therein. Perhaps the three of us could meet sometime, at regular intervals, for sharing stories? Swap meet around the computational campfire to prattle with feverish insights.
Firstly, Hell9. Sec9ndly, please, please, please tell me all. Please. I d9 desire t9 hear s9 much s9, after a fun, well-d9ne vide9 9n Ravelry and an9ther 9n a scam artist yarn sh9p and their devi9usly died scanes with her vari9us faked deaths... I w9uld l9ve t9 hear m9re. A p99rly managed craft c9nventi9n? 9h, a failed craft fair? An expl9sively p99rly planned Craft meet-up? I want t9 hear a69ut it! I'm m9re than thrilled t9 trade insights! I need m9re friends in this space; it's me, my many, many, many cr9cheted cra6s against the w9rld (n9 9ne wanting t9 listen t9 me yap a69ut knitting drama)
The fiber arts community in particular, as you are no doubt aware, is a veritable breeding ground for melodrama worthy of the most tragic woegothic psalms whispered unto untold decrepitude and debauchery. A literary classic of an example is the owner of Mystical Creations Yarn (MCY), who faked leukemia and her own death via emails from a listlessly ill-specified “family member" to avoid fulfilling massive backlogs of orders. One might think, in innocently donned cloak of sincere naivety, that the fiber arts community would be a gentle haven of grandmotherly souls clicking bamboo needles in harmonious solidarity. How tragically mistaken. For we have borne witness to the Shakespearean tragedy of tragic reversals, nay, the cosmic horror, with one corpo indie yarn dyer after the next who faked their own death, only to be discovered very much alive and presumably dyeing overpriced threads in a basement somewhere, like some textile themed Victor Frankenstein playing god with merino blends and cotton derivatives. The scandal was eviscerating. I bought a special stockpile of their going out of business special sale yarn to etch a fake tombstone, should I ever decide to fake my own mademoiselle demise using their slip stich slapdash method.
▲i really picked the only one that isnt fucking insufferable huh?▼
?what is that supposed to meaN
It could mean anything. Though my money is on a tawdry joke being mistaken for an advance of some sort. I attempted to punch down on another Rose, and wound up throwing a wild haymaker that only seemed to connect haphazardly and to limited efficacy. Such is the woe and weal of random social dealings and encounters.
▲wonder how long itll stunlock rose when i get home from the gym and throw my used shirt at her▼
Physical recovery six weeks, full psychological recovery six months.
▼im talking about my rose▲
I am also talking about your Rose. Albeit in a somewhat abstract sort of vicarious self-own of all Roses. In invoking the Sherlock Holmes film from 2009, levity was intended by somewhat cheekily likening the impact of ears ringing, jaw fracturing, three ribs cracking, four broken, and a diaphragm hemorrhaging to the used gym shirt's considerable collision. Nothing I say is intended as a self-referential unless termed as such. Forgive me if this was contrary to your initial impression.
Would the phrase "discombobulate" help elucidate things any?
▼eugh, first Belvedere now this one...▲
Truly every Rose has its thorns. Unfortunately. They prick cumulatively.
yo did you say prick what up
I cannot think of anyone more ill-suited to weigh in on this discussion than the prick that you are suggesting be implemented and/or consulted. My office hours are three to seven PM and I am most firm against unwanted intrusion or walk-in consultations. Please book an appointment for any future unsolicited furnishings of opinions. Dave.
i.have.created.a.poison.storm.deck,.and.am.looking.forward.to.going.to.a.magic.the.gathering.meet.this.wipend i.suppose.it.is.a.silly.hobby,.but.i.do.quite.enjoy.it
Nothing about a passion you flit between your fingers should be regarded as silly in a disparaging sense. This world is full of so many reasons to feel gloom and malaise. Finding something that brings you charitable helpings of joy... Wait, did you say poison storm? Utterly reprehensible. I applaud you. This message counts doubly so for you. I hope you are able to proliferate twenty plus times in a single turn.
Do you still think I'm hot with this giant hole in my chest?
Giant hole?
Oh.
Well it's. It's certainly...expressive.
Ye__h, nudity is h__t, but he__d-t__-t__e, str__itj__cket. Extremely pr__v__c__tive.
Fascinating. Beforan proclivities almost exceed Alternian parameters in some esoterically unique metrics I hadn't quite anticipated. Your planet is like the repressed Catholic of the galactic kink ecosystem to such a degree that you almost anachronistically crave the answer to a violence you do not perpetuate. Is this a subconsciously lingering impetus to destroy and see destruction punished, or merely a fascination with the garb itself and resultant immobilization? Much to consider.
See, I believe in everyone having the opportunity to enter the playspace as they please. No strings attached. Or disengaging from it. Which is no-balls behavior. But acceptable. Which is why I'm giving this information out, freely. Gentlethem, if that dude's just absolutely slopping the shit out of your toes: use Anti-Chew Furniture Spray for Dogs. Doesn't smell like anything, goes on clear, and the dog-muncher will regret everything on first contact.
I prefer to simply treat them as the dogs they are behaving like, rather than remedy the situation how one might a dog they aren't properly suited to take care of. I find far more promising results tucking a riding crop underneath their chin, easing my hand over their muzzle, pushing back their ears, and fur, and chidingly remarking, "Oh. Did Puppy get lost? Did Puppy get confused...? Paws aren't for playtime, poor thing. Come here. Let Mommy set you right. That's it. Nice and easy. Now, roll over." Before even offering the slightest bit of actual intimacy of any sort, the gesture is usually enough to short circuit most untrained brains. I barely even have to slink stockings back over them, or slide into leather pumps before compliance is practically guaranteed. Temptation can be right there, and they will choose to ignore it in favor of fervent fealty. Though it is a touch more involved than your suggestion. Stern corrections or a soft guiding hand? Which builds trust?
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
Scribbling furiously. Updating patient notes. Header "not entirely localized" hastily strewn about in crumpled papers. "Another thing I can blame Mom for" found as my crumpled fetal position body kicks against the carpet. Swiftly replaced by a rubber room. My maddened cackles pollute the night air in visible streaks as my breath adjusts to the cold bars of my confinement. I don't notice the difference to the panopticon madhouse I have always dwelled in. Why. Why. Why.
most of my troubles would be solved if i really could shrink ppl and put them in jars lol less fires
#Microphilia on deck? My respect for you has increased.
yeh im sure my #microphilia will so vvv respectful when i srick u in a jar less fires stick**
Lest you forget how much I preferred jar to being put in the grass outside. Bring it on.
that is tru u did seem like a fan of the jar u were the one that asked for more
I love #myjar. Imagine how much nothing I could do in #myjar. No fires.
Just so you are aware, Roxy. Perhaps a touch more than most. Every "-philia" word on the entire website pings me personally at the mention. Partially because I wish to accumulate the most extensive list and subconsciously lingering desire deficits there are. But also because it is curiously transfixing to see what sorts of strange intentions inhabit the minds of even those with otherwise charitably good standing. I won't caution you. As the recklessness is precisely the intent. But be fully prepared to be furnished with conversations more than fringe exploratory should you assume a reclined position on my couch, on the topic of this curious tendency to solve your problems by bottling them up in little tiny manageably sized jars. I do not mind putting the "psycho" in "psychoanalytics" for the sake of a spurious conversation. You endlessly intrigue me on this front. For now, at a distance.
and u got ur stick and ur leaf 4 ur jar #yourjar
Careful not to spoil him. Too much enrichment and he may grow conceited. #JarboundTyrant #TheDjinnUnleashed #CutsLikeAdirk #HisStickIsNowAScepter
You're just jealous of #myjar privileges.
I won't feign otherwise. #MyJar #NotYourJar #Meyonaise #ThatsMyJam #Also #MyStick
"But you didn't mean me, did you?" ... Oh, CERTAINLY not, dear heart.
D --> Give me information on this beast D --> I see she is dressed with what must be a bow D --> Is she a showpony D --> Or does she simply appreciate 100king prettyy
Ah. Maplehoof. I would hesitate to call her a showpony as showponies generally require an audience. Maplehoof, thusly furnished, appears to have reached the far more advanced stage of untowardly appreciating her own beauty without requiring external validation. Notice how she makes no effort to contour or tilt herself so as to be properly positioned for a 'good side' or 'favorable angle', as, for the Majestic Maplehoof, all sides are good sides. The bow is ornamental, yes. It is specific to the deigned desires of this Maplehoof in particular. ts precise purpose is apparently to make an already imposing creature even more aesthetically formidable. She does not perform. Largely because she does not have to by any extrapolation of the meaning. She merely arrives, looks pretty, and allows everyone else to contemplate the magnitude of their own inadequacies.