♣ mediated by @fondlyRegarding
gm chittr im not ready 2 b awake yet so im going back 2 sleep but im gonna take a poll and see what yall picked when i AM ready 2 be awake so whos sexiest <3 - vampires <> - werewoofs <3< - demons c3< - mothman
"presently yØu arent mine" what if i killed us bØth. #cw-self-harm
This masquerade kind of sucks. It's nice to get some food that's not irradiated, I guess.
Perhaps I’ll keep her.
1 N33D 4 HOT P1CKL3 R1GHT NOW!!
For #yuriday all lesbians should be allowed to shoot somebody with no consequence. Either an injury or a kill depending on your skill and intent.
I'm running this test again to see if the first time was just a one-off. Club react this post if you'd voluntarily let me beat you over the head with a blunt weapon.
I don't need to go to a yaoi party. Yaoi parties are anywhere I choose to be.
If I can get this post to 20 likes or hates, I will prematurely end my Love Bot campaign.
Dearest chittizens, I know the majority of you do not live in Midnight City. Nor do you understand the intricacies of our local politics and daily lives. Nevertheless, I speak to you all when I say the loss of our late mayor has been immediately and keenly felt. Despite the best efforts of @lightofDemocracy , she is only one woman. The mayor had been an indispensable and tireless agent in representing us and investing in our potential as new timelines and new visitors from other worlds challenged existing structures. I simply don't foresee her administration taking the necessary steps to keep us safe and flexible enough to face trials to come. This is why I am announcing my candidacy for Mayor, as the press in our fair city shall report in the evening editions of their respective papers. There will be a radio broadcast on several channels to follow in the coming days. I hope to guide our fair city with a deft, dare I say cunning, hand. As a former monarch, business owner, and woman of the people, I hope to represent the best qualities of our city. To keep our city strong against the instability introduced by timeline complications and rising crime. I intend to have an updated census, revised tax code, and other measures as practical immediate steps taken to move us forward into the future. Thank you for reading and, if you live here, for voting. #SnowmanForMayor
Counterfeiting.
<This user has been defenestrated.>
There's nothing going on tonight, huh. Guess the gala really took all the life out of everybody.
crotchety lil fuk thinkin he could fuk w me n i aint gonna retaliate yeah whos the dumb 1 now
dumb lil bitch thinkin he could just fuk w me hows gettin a fukin bullet 2 the arm feel #gore #violence
DONT TALK ABOUT MY BOSS LIKE THAT.
Well yeah, but he's got Time Bullshit, so in the timeline that he did it six times, he's already doin' it one time. Ya gotta hand it to him, he's a real Lemons To Lemonade kinda guy...
ITS WORKNTOES ITS BASED ON NOTHING DONT LOOK
HHHHOUGH BEING HUMILIATED BY A GROUP OF GANGSTERS。。。 ANOTHER NOTE I MUST SAVE。 #NSFW
Aw fellas don't feel too bad, you're far from the first detectives to get duped by a member of the Felt. You were however the funniest so far.
its a shame i dont think ill be able to go to the gala on account of the whole 'being a member of the felt' thing at the same time i feel like its for the best in some metatextual way like if i was there itd require somebody to juggle three interactions at the same time somehow....
That! Is absolutely untrue! No matter how many incredibly tight pencil skirts you wear!
Legal Firearms. In amongst the illegal ones.
As I said, this lovely #framefriday also marks the beginning of #mistressmay, both things I have created and will continue to promote indefinitely for my own amusement, regardless of your feelings on the matter. So, how about a treat? Let us resynchronize time, with but a snap of my fingers, and allow me to entreat you with a spot of narration. Our cherubim’s game, of course, was never going to be truly ‘normal’. Too many factors combined to make that unlikely- the presence of two master classes, their very species- but chief among them was naturally the influence of my lady and myself. Still, if you were to watch this younger version of her now, you could be forgiven for assuming the opposite was true. As dear @unboundUraeus operated her side of the game, in theory the server of her currently sleeping brother, she did so with deftness and knowledge of one who had studied the game long and hard. Very soon their room was extended, on her brother’s side, and she did her due diligence. The Alchemiter, the Punch Designix, the Totem Lathe. And finally, two of the most important entry items- the Cruxtruder and the Pre-Punched Card. Fittingly enough, as it marks the formal beginning of the world’s end (marked not by a bombard of stone, but of the shattered gold debris of a moon that was destined for death.), it also was the first moment that the divergences in their session would be made clear. Unsheathing her black wand and striking the top off the Cruxtruder with a wave of red, the Kernelsprite that left the Cruxtruder alongside the Cruzite flashed rapidly between a bright candy red and a lime green, rather than the single color Calliope had been expecting. Curious and perhaps slightly worrying, yes, but my lady had no time to worry on that. She had done her part, and set up all the equipment in her brother’s room. All that had to be done was create her brother’s artifact for him, and he would do the same. So, she did. Even as she completed the artifact- a lime green egg marked with red spirals- she found herself surprised that she would be cooperating with him like this. Helping make sure he got in, when she had never intended he would play at all. Not that his continued existence was in any way pleasant! But it was an unpleasantness that could be…rectified! With the artifact completed and waiting in her brother’s now much larger room half, she returned to the center of the room, and slept. I won’t waste too much of your time with describing the next sequence of events, darlings. After all, much of it is the same as the previous. And though our dear @unendingUroborus has many deficiencies in his mind, he certainly understands rules and guidelines quite well. He was a truly quick learner when it came to games. As the bombardment of golden fragments grew even stronger and more rapid, Caliborn’s movements began to mimic that of his sisters. Her room was extended, her phernalia placed, and her artifact created. Another mirror image, this one a brilliant shade of red striped with lime. And as he did all this, the Muse of Time was equally surprised that this was, in fact, happening. Deep down, he had not expected to survive. At least not long enough to make it to the game. He certainly had more than a few people to thank for that. As do I, really, though our reasons differ! One last note. The Cruxtruder placed for Calliope by her brother? Not a kernelsprite in sight. For reasons that will soon be obvious. Before he could make any move to destroy his own artifact, as required to enter, he found that it had already begun. His egg was cracking, slowly but surely. One quick inspection showed that the same was true of his sisters. For the first time, panic came to him as the bombardment outside grew closer to their home and prison, when he realized- the Kernelsprite! Oh, how could he ever forget? Well. There was only one thing that could possibly be of use to him now. His arm- and his sister’s arm- blasted off and left tucked away after an assassination attempt by one @feferiPeixes. Hidden from me for a while, I must admit. Fortunately, my lady helped clear up some of that darkness. At the exact moment that the muse chucked his own severed limb into the red/green alternating Kernelsprite, the artifacts cracked open, and the room split in twain… Leaving the dear boy knocked unconscious, and my Lady awakened on her land. And far, far above and beyond them, a process that had begun not too long ago was complete. A wave of red finished washing over Skaia, bathing it a bright and shining crimson as crackles of rainbow energy spread across it. A sigh both of things to come, and of that which had already come. Though, really, is there much difference between the two? What happens next? Well, pardon me for teasing, but I think I’ll leave it for now. After all, you have no small part to play in it.
Sixty cigarettes.
Hospital.
ITS TIME FOR TODAYS TIP FROM A DRIP DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE GUYS WHOS WHOLE JOB IT IS TO FIX THE THINGS YOU BREAK? THATS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER FEEL BAD WHEN YOU BREAK SOMETHING BECAUSE YOURE KEEPING SOMEONE EMPLOYED! THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER EPIC #DRIPTIP THANK YOU #DRIPTIPNATION AND THE UNDYING SUPPORT OF #DRIPTIPNATIONGIRLEDITION
One hundred and seventy one cigarettes.
Four hundred and ninety five cigarettes.
She miss my ing until I no.
Welcome, won't you come inside? Oh I fear the passing year did not deserve you By some devious design Suddenly you're very near, as I prefer you Soaked and shivered from the rain You have always been a delicate disaster Fine in fire and of frame Me and you are overdue for fiendish laughter Oh dear, let me see those smokey eyes 'Cause you're a villainous thing And we can't have you living a lie Oh dear, let's remove those pretty clothes 'Cause you're a villainous thing, oh And I don't think anyone knows, oh oh oh. #lyricposting
IN OTHER WORDS. FATE HAD OTHER PLANS. AND DESTINY. THINKS YOu ARE A HOE. WHO LOOKS AWFuL IN THOSE TACKY ASS uNDIES. AND ONE SIZE TOO BIG HEELS.
SEEK IT. DREAD IT. RuN FROM IT. DESTINY STILL ARRIVES ALL THE SAME.
With a snap of my ivory fingers, I travel forwards, the power of the Pink Sun propelling me in time, to the period in this current timeline in which my lady and the muse dwell. I come, of course, bearing gifts from the past. Helpfully provided by one Dirk Lalonde. Another snap, and time slows to a crawl. I walk ever so casually inside, my shining cane tapping against the metal of the meteor sitting tall and proud amidst the ruined and dying landscape as I make my way to the sole inhabited room at the very top of it. I deposit my gift within, a new arm and an eye for the Cherubim who inhabit that room Then I walk away, and travel outside. Now, I wait. For the beginning. Oh, such fun to be had. #cherubwatching
No it's fine he likes it. Beauty in the eye of the beholder and all that.
SOMETIMES WHEN IM BORED I TOUCH DROOG WITH TSHIRTS AND SHE SCREAMS LOUD AS FUCK
the little twerp can cry about it u too fine to pass up
aint askin you to inspect my pickles bud!!!!!
CHECK YOUR WALLS FOR CLOWNS.
Crime. Felonies. Misdemeanors.
DUNNO WHAT THAT IS SOUNDS LIKE A SEX THING
yOU AINT GONNA FUCKIN BELIEVE WHAT I GOT A FIST FULL OF................
"There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream" #nowplaying #lyricsposting #whatsomemenwilldoford̸̠́̌í̶̺̐ã̶͉m̵̢͉̅́ò̸͖̞n̸̮͋d̵̹̋s̸̱̼͛̋
"I hear the sound Of the ticking of clocks Come back and look for me, look for me When I am lost" #lyricposting #nowplaying #awhisperawhisp̶̡͖̌͘e̷̝̐̈́r̴̟̊à̵͚w̵̠̠͐̇h̶̫̕i̴͚̗̊s̵̛̲̏p̸̣̎ͅḙ̸̠̒̅r̶̬͍͑a̶̘͕͐̄w̴͇̏h̵̘͑͠i̵̞͛s̸͓̘̉p̶͚̰͐̾e̵̻̐r̵̲̽ḁ̸͊w̵̥͎͝
I'm tired. Perhaps I should delete myself. #selfharm
☆ choose eggs gender ☆ comment with a gender then vote with ◇/♧ and whichever genders have the best ◇/♧ ratios ill consider
I have a gun.
Can do, Miss.
Everybody is saying this.
You understand the appeal completely.
I'll see if I can fit you into my schedule.
seein all these dicks not bein sure if they real if ya cant figure otu if you're real then you sure aint a real detective
I'll be sending my respect and condolences to his friends and family.
Fight Night, huh. Sounds like something I don't need. Every night is a fight night. Me against you all. Also the fights that I get into. The physical ones. Those too.
lotta fellas followin me... well.... i'm followin YOU right BACK. we all gonna be uncomfortable now
use microfiber and silver polish for clocks, not whateverthefucritude youre talkin about. amateur hour.
Back in my day we didn't throw around pics all willy nilly. Ya drank n' smoked at a bar, some dames came at ya, the night blurred on, and ya woke up covered in lipstick and random bruises with your wallet missing and half your clothes ripped like ya fought a tiger.
I apologize for my silence regarding this situation. Like many of you, I was approached suddenly with accusations regarding @scratchDoctor, and in the confusion I allowed myself to be swept into outrage before seeking understanding. That was irresponsible of me. I spoke too quickly on matters I did not fully understand, and for that, I owe an apology not only to him, but to all of you. Since then, I have taken the time to listen. I have spoken to those involved. I have reflected carefully on the words being spread throughout our communities and the fervor with which they have been repeated. What I have found is not a monstrous figure lurking behind curtains, but a man who has become the center of fear, projection, rumor, and deeply personal grievances twisted into something far larger than truth. I will not condemn someone solely because condemnation is popular. I will not abandon someone because outrage demands a spectacle. If we claim to believe in justice, then we must believe in discernment. If we claim to believe in peace, then we cannot allow ourselves to become a mob eager for destruction before understanding. I know @scratchDoctor. I know the work he has done for countless people across our circles. I know the guidance he has offered, the spaces he has maintained, the strange but genuine care he extends toward those who gather around him. Is he unconventional? Certainly. Difficult at times? Undoubtedly. But difficult people are not inherently evil, and eccentricity is not a crime. To those calling for blood, I ask you this: what exactly are you building from this fury? A better community? A safer world? Or simply another pyre to satisfy momentary anger? We have seen what happens when people stop seeing one another as individuals and begin seeing only symbols to destroy. So I ask you now, not as a leader, not as a president, but as someone who still believes in reason and compassion: do not surrender yourselves to hatred so easily. Listen before you condemn. Think before you follow. And extend the same humanity to @scratchDoctor that you would beg for yourselves if the crowd ever turned its gaze upon you. I stand with @scratchDoctor. Not because I am blind, but because I refuse to let fear and rumor replace understanding. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7bf814019fb6.png
workshopped bc he dosnt associaite with the pilice "pickle inspector" private eye eyeing the privates #nsfw
Really clocked him. 10/10. No notes, miss.
"pickle inspector" guy is th penis police #nsfw
fun fact: pickle inspectꙮr is a valid trꙮll name. - The Mystical Potion Seller Guy Man
Jack tip number 1: Never pay your taxes kids. In fact, just steal.
What's most important is that we all agree that horse is evil.
Exactly. This is what I meant by that.
I, in an unrelated matter, do enjoy some cock sometimes. #nsfw
Diamonds Droog. https://i.ibb.co/mVJpkqRw/diamondsdroogs.png
ARE DROOG AND ROOG FLIRTIN IS THAT WHAT THIS IS
The Inspector will not deter me.
Diamonds Droog. https://i.imgur.com/yeYrKkU.png
Diamonds Droog. https://i.ibb.co/fVCDc5HZ/diamondsdroogs.png
I'm going to regret this, but I might as well.
Diamonds Droog. https://i.ibb.co/dJ68RzFR/diamondsdroog.png
Just for that, I'm moving up the schedule on the next one.
Diamonds Droog. https://i.ibb.co/nMN3sW2B/diamondsdroog.png
Diamonds Droog.
Diamonds Droog. https://i.ibb.co/4rm6Vcd/diamondsdroog.png
They don't tell you this but breaking and entering isn't a crime if it's to solve another crime. Also if you don't get caught. That part is really important actually.
Good evening, I would like to put out a call for any female presenting versions of the following: Jack Noir / Spades Slick Hearts Boxcars The Black King Stitch Diamonds Droog The purpose of this is a conversation regarding potential past interactions with one @itChy. If no past interactions exist, or you are posesssing of a timid nature, you need not apply.
OH MYNRICKNG GODO
What has it ever done for me?
It's so easy to ragebait him. And work out whose secret he is keeping.
Yeah but I can't talk about him, he has 20 percent shares
So you don't support the Free Press.
Breaking news! Reportedly user @itChy thinks only WEAK people DONT use slurs! Proof https://file.garden/acHecwA0vHdP6DU4/Screenshot_20260413-220438.png He loves slurs! Stay tuned
It's all hypothetical, Inspector. Nothing I would act upon. This time.
.goorD sdnomaiD
Some fools see that which is beyond their comprehension and still try to cling to their worldview that is simply much too small to encompass it. It is your own weakness and ignorance that destroys your mind. Adapt or die.
<> in hand. The drums of war march.
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die.”
It's been a bit since I really tried to speak on this website's level. She sleep on my over until I Rankmaid.
shØuld i use time pØwers tØ stØp the idiØts. prØbably. will i. nØ. i hØpe they crash.
Honestly, I gave them too much of a warning. It would have been fun to shoot a moving target.
I would recount what I have been up to these last few hours but I am already sick of thinking about it. So I am going to find a nice quiet bar, order something aged and respectable, and think of better times. There's a Terminal I want to regard. #substance
Do you even know what that means.
2-3
Every time this website has an outage I destroy something you treasure. You will not know what.
All crime is now legal. Time to Jay Walk.
Ah. You have arrived precisely where you were always meant to. Permit me a small indulgence in formality. Gaze upon my badge. It has come to my attention, through a series of inevitabilities so predictable they scarcely merit recounting, that I now occupy the position of **First Guardian of Chittr**. A title which, I assure you, carries with it all the gravitas, authority, and ornamental prestige one might expect from such a designation. You may find this comforting. You may find this alarming. In either case, your reaction has already been accounted for. Of course, “guardian” in this instance should not be misconstrued as an implication of stewardship, intervention, or even protection in any meaningful sense. Titles, as you may eventually discover, are often far more enthusiastic than the realities they adorn. Still, one does not simply decline a role that so neatly describes a narrative convenience. Think of me less as a custodian, and more as a… constant. A presence that observes, arranges, and, when appropriate, nudges a piece or two along the felt. You will not see the hand. But you will feel the game. Do enjoy your stay.
WHY WOULD A PARTICULAR KITTY BITCH STRIDER SLUT BLOCK ME? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CONFUSED WHO IS IT'S OVERLORD. OBVIOUSLY. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/276b014b7884.png
Getting restless again. Current long term plan is moving too slowly. I need to do something pointless and inconsequential. Or something life-altering. Maybe one thing that is somehow both.
@fondlyRegarding @draconianDignitary @diamondsDroog @aventurineCopycat @damaraMegido i hope you all fucking explode and get eaten by donkeys.
so what you dont even make pickles couldve gone for some pickle brine consider yourself down a customer less you can solve whats for dinner
Scottie Dogs aren't even that good. They're passable, at most.
Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food.
today i'm humble slick.
Ah. You remember it. You don’t need me to point to it. You already went there the moment this started. That choice. Not the loud one. Not the obvious one. The small one. The one that didn’t feel like it mattered as much as it probably did. You moved on quickly after. Told yourself it was nothing. Or that it was the only reasonable option. People are good at that. Making things feel settled after the fact. But it didn’t settle. It stuck. You don’t revisit it all the time. That would be exhausting. It just shows up when your guard is down. When you’re not trying to justify anything. Just a passing thought that doesn’t quite pass. You know the one. The version where you did something else. You didn’t follow it very far back then. You had reasons. Good ones, probably. Enough to move forward without stopping. But now that path doesn’t have your mistakes on it. It doesn’t have friction, or consequences, or anything messy. It just sits there, clean. Untouched. That’s what makes it dangerous. Because the thing you chose doesn’t get that luxury. It had to play out. It had to become real. It had to be imperfect in ways the other option never will be. So now there’s a comparison that was never fair to begin with. And still, it keeps coming back. Not as a question you can answer. You’ve already answered it. That’s the problem. It comes back as a feeling. Like something slipped. Like you missed a step and didn’t notice until later. You can call it overthinking. Or hindsight. Or just how memory works. That helps. It doesn’t stop it. Because somewhere in there is the part of you that knows you didn’t explore everything. That you chose something before you had to. That you closed a door early. Maybe you had to. Maybe you didn’t. That’s the part you don’t get to check. And that’s why it stays. If it were obviously wrong, you could fix it. If it were obviously right, you’d forget it. It’s neither. Which means it gets to sit there, unfinished. And every so often, it reminds you. As do I. I remind you now, so that you improve going forward.
So much about you suddenly makes complete sense.
this just in carapacians dont like horses
No corruption here. That is a girl made for the rough and tumble life. She chose crime, crime didn't choose her.
I'm going to do crimes while the Inspector is distracted by the horse.
Never accuse them of being a gimmick ever again
Thinking about a terminal. For no reason.
Maybe I find something ill-advised to do. Or somebody to hurt. Or both.
0/1000 CLOCKS DESTROYED WERE YOU EVEN TRYING, MAN
I'm not sure if I should be paying more attention to the blatant thirstposting on this feed, or the blossoming yuri I am observing in person.
Now what is she doing going in that direction.
Good day for retaliatory property damage. Break a window this Monday.
With a current investigation reaching its end, I am taking a brief period to be unreasonably hostile and unhelpful. This is your forewarning.
Anywho I'm bring G̸̟͋l̴̮̼̇̕'̶̞̝̐͐B̵̖̍̒g̵̡̦̓̂ỏ̵̦ľ̸̪͘y̵̺͗̀b̸̘̩̋ to #eridanweek is that okay with you guys?
do you hate the barks
Collect my bullet casings.
Gun.
now to paint the dismembered corpse. #gore
There aren't even any pickles in that issue. This is a severe injustice. #nsfw ?
How did this happen.
For anyone that got "married" during the #eridanweek #iwantcandy #iknowwhatyoufreaksdid and are looking to get away from that Im now decided to become a divorce lawyer if you need any help
I no longer dream. When my eyes close sleeP does not greet me. I see In shades of lIquId black. And all the angels have gone away.
For every reaction I receive, I will do nothing. This will be completely pointless and accomplish nothing for anybody except for a negligible increase to my interaction metrics.
It's a dangerous line of work. We all know the risks.
Unorganized cables. Free-standing stepladders. Water puddles. #nsfw
every hate on my posts only makes me stronger.
Do mind the flashes from Felt Manor, if you’ve happened to notice them. They are quite visible this evening. The color, I’m told, is somewhat striking. Bright enough to draw the eye. Persistent enough to invite questions. Understandable. There is a natural inclination to investigate anything that interrupts the ordinary rhythm of your surroundings. Light where there should be none. Motion where there was stillness. A suggestion that something is… unfolding just out of reach. You may rest assured, however, that what is occurring is both contained and intentional. Nothing has gone astray. Nothing has exceeded its bounds. The Manor is functioning precisely as it was designed to. If you find yourself concerned, I would advise against acting on that impulse. There is very little to be gained from proximity at this stage, and considerably more to be lost from arriving before you are meant to. Observation, from a distance, will suffice. The flashes will subside. They always do. Until then, I suggest you continue as you were. This does not require your involvement.
deuce and i are gonna be extra famous.
according to the rankmaid i am an abo alpha. #nsfw
