♠ hated by @glaringActuality
Heart react if I'm your angle Spade react if I'm yuor devil
Your deep lore is published all over this site. It hardly counts. However, you frequently speak with your living counterparts and harass your alternates' friends. Your death came at the end of your planet. You died on a lawn chair while staring at the stars. You almost came close to seeing the apex of its beauty. Too bad your eyes popped. #Gore
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @glaringactuality if Asked, Trycks — Filigree Hallowen, Esq., Actually, Unless You're Encountering Her In The Uniquely Casual Environment Of Social Media, Or Are One Of Its Small Prongful Of Friends — Is Entirely Willing To Admit That There Are Things He Doesn't Know. Star Is Not Particularly Fond Of The Fact, But Knowing Literally Everything Is A Blatantly Impossible Endeavor, And It Would Be A Little Silly To Bluff About. sev Would, However, Immediately Add A Caveat That She Does Know Everything That Particularly Matters. beyond The Obvious Bravado Of The Statement, Even In A Genuine Enough Mood To Read That Onto The Record With A "just About" Or "probably" Thrown In There Rather Than A Simply-stated Point Of Order Or Smug Disclaimer, There Is A Lingering Understanding That This Is (blatantly) Impossible. But Beneath That, At The Innermost Layer, Trycks (you May As Well Be One Of Its Friends) Thinks This Is More True Than Not. It Certainly Feels True. trycks Knows Just About Everything There Is To Know About Troll Magic: The Gathering, Everything That Matters About Practicing Legislaceration In Stars Jurisdiction, And Has All Sorts Of Interesting Trivia To Share About All Sorts Of Things… Alright, Maybe It Would Be More Efficient To List Things That Matter That Trycks Doesn't Know. 1. There Is A Space Station Orbiting The Surface Of The Harsh Alternian Sun. the Alternian Empire Has Been Conducting A Series Of Expirements On A Series Of Stars, But This Was The Most Important For A List Of Reasons That Someone Unimportant Had To Notarize. The Experiments Themselves Don't Actually Matter, But The Fallout Certainly Does. 2. There Is A Reactor Core On That Station. this Is Where Things Get Dicey. That Reactor Core Uses The Psionic Energy Of Dozens Of Helmsmen To Collect Power From The Sun's Core And Convert It Into Enriched Uranium, Which Is Then Used To Power The Station And Shipped To Imperial Outposts On The Homeplanet And Every Violet-class Vessel In The Quadrant. 3. Two Perigrees Ago, This Timeline Split Off From The Alpha Timeline. for Trycks - Who, Let The Record Reflect, Is Agnostic To The Concept Of Sgrub And Not Very Interested In It At All - This Has Had Very Minimal Impact On Sevens Life. But While Most Doomed Timelines Simply Collapse And Wither Over Time, This One Will Go Out With A Bang. 4. Two Perigrees Ago, The Firewall On The Station Systems Broke Down. this Was The Beginning Of A Chain Of Events That Will Lead To The Premature Death Of Every Star In This Universe, Starting With The One Orbited By Alternia. Even Now, Top Scientists In A Very Discreet Branch Of The Imperial Fleet's Bureau Of Astrophysics Are Trying To Analyze The Potential Consequences The Imminent First Pseudo-supernova Will Have On The Rest Of The Immediate Surrounding Galaxy. They're Trying To Find A Version Of Events Where The Supernovae Are Containable, Where Not Everything Will Be Destroyed. suicide Rates Among The Imperial Fleet's Bureau Of Astrophysics Have Begun To Spike, And Will Reach 87.5% In The Coming Sweep Before Stabilizing At A Solid 30% Up Until The Very End, When The Last Stragglers All Get Very Drunk Together On A Meteor Base With A Perfect View. per Protocol, The Mother Grub Has Already Been Discreetly Escorted Off Planet. Issuing The Order To Do So Simultaneously Felt Like Giving Up And Being Completely Naive. 5. Trycks, And Everyone Else On The Planet Of Alternia, Has Somewhere Between Six And Twelve Minutes Left To Live. some Will Boil In The Sopor Of Their Recuperacoons, And Most Of Those Will Awaken To Feel It. Some Are Deep Enough Underwater Or Underground To Survive The First Several Waves Of Overwhelming Nuclear Heat, But The Planet Itself Will Be Entirely Incinerated Very Shortly After. The Atmosphere Itself Will Catch Ablaze, First, A Fascinating Visual Spectacle For The Handful Of Individuals With A Good View From Far Enough Away That They'll Live Long Enough To See It. * that List Could Stretch On Much Longer - Trycks Would Certainly Prefer That If Such A List Be Defined At All It At Least Ends At Lucky Number Seven - But It's Dishonest To, In The Face Of The End Of All Things, Consider Anything Else At All To Matter. the Trolls Who Would Leak Any Real Information From The Particularly Discreet Branch Of The Bureau Of Astrophysics Are Cut Off At The Pass And Made An Example Of In Front Of Their Peers. civilian Astronomers, However, Have Also Noticed The Shift In Color Of The Sun And What Appears To Be Some Type Of Rapid Expansion. These Civilians — Hobbyists, Really — Have Tried To Warn Other Trolls Out Of The Kindness Of Their Pusher And In The Desperate Hope Someone Can Prove Them Wrong. Well, Trycks Knows Better Than To Look At The Sun, Has Never Bothered To Invest In The Sort Of Equipment That Would Be Required To Do It Safely, And Trusts The Alternian Empire To At Least Vaguely Have Its People's Best Interests At Heart. And The Empire Has Been Summarily Executing The Trolls Publicly Spreading Those Rumors, And Their Respective Online Presences Are All Completely Scrubbed Within Minutes. So It Must Be Nothing. star Is Trying Not To Worry About It. After All, Really, If The Sun Was Going To Do Something Weird, Surely She Would Know. surely. trycks Is Walking Home From Work. It Took The Train In Tonight Instead Of Driving, Figuring That The Weather Was Pleasant Enough To Warrant It. (the Night Is Unseasonably Bright, Even This Close To Dusk). there Are A Handful Of Other People On The Sidewalk, And Most Seem Nervous In A Way That Trycks Quietly Looks Down On Them For. She Enjoys A Smug Sense Of Comparative Dignity By Straightening Sevens Back And Hardening Its Face. then The Sky Washes Impossibly, Blindingly Blue, And There's No More Room For Denial. Or Dignity. Or A Brave Face At The End. Only A Belated, Distant-seeming Realization With No Time To Process It. everyone Dies Alone, Metaphorically. Trycks Is About To Do So Literally: Staring Up At The Sky In Numbness That Gives Way To Abject Horror, Accompanied By Nothing But The Screams Of The Other Nearby Trolls Trying To Flee From The World Around Them. It Stands Stone-still In The Cacophany As The Surrounding Trolls Attempt To Get Indoors, Underground, Anywhere At All. there Isn't Time To Get To His Hive, Or To Anyone Else's. Trycks, So Rarely Struck Dumb, And Perhaps Never Before This Ever Struck Speechless, Does Not Have The Wherewithal Of Mind To Open His Palmhusk And Say Goodbye. To Decide Between Texting As Many Loved Ones As Possible Or Focusing Everything On Calling Just One. To Do Anything But Stare Through Tears. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. it Still Doesn't Feel Real. Then She Experiences Warmth. Unpleasant, Unnatural After A Beautiful Night Of Cool Breezes. Then Painful. Then Very Painful. trycks Looks Up At The Sky. then Those Tears Boil And His Gazebulbs Pop, Burning The Sockets With Melted Viscera. Things End Pretty Quickly After That. suicide-mention, Gore-mention oh My. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
one of the be⚡︎t part⚡︎ of walking alternia proper again? the food and you might ⚡︎ay, "kali, gho⚡︎t⚡︎ don't have to eat!" and to that i ⚡︎ay loaded nacho⚡︎ :)
How do I hate a ch1t mult1ple t1mes smh
Could always be wo2se. Ima51ne 1f they we2e play1n5 noth1n5 but ska all of the t1me.
It’s worse than I thought.
I LOOK AWFUL. YOU’RE LOSING POINTS RIGHT NOW.
your friends don't hate you, you just need to go to bed.
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DON'T CHASE YOUR DREAMS! We are Persistence Hunters. Follow your dreams at a Sustainable Pace until they get tired and lie ↓.
OBJECTION! this is entirely too many words to express "this corpse is a pathetic waste of space with no backbone or grit".
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒉ — @glaringActuality Trycks Treats WARNING: #LONG … Wait a minute, haven’t we already DONE Trycks Treats? YES! WE HAVE! But this is a DIFFERENT TRYCKS. This one (⒈)… is DEAD. (CROWD GASP!) (Is saying Dead insensitive? Geese, I hope not. Existentially challenged? Unalive? No, unalive is dumb. What is this, Newspeak on a Budget?) This blog will be a little different than the others: I want to begin with JUXTAPOSING THE TRYCKSES before delving into who Dead Trycks is. (For that, I want to politely redirect you to PART ⒈⒏ OF THIS WINDINGLY-LONG SERIES TO REFRESH YOURSELF ON WHAT WE’RE DEALING WITH HERE.) You’d think there wouldn’t be differences to point out, but this couldn’t be any Further from the Truth. I also append this with a Hypothesis and an Offer extended to all of my Dead Chittrers. If YOU, TOO, ARE NO LONGER ON THE LIVING PLANE, please stick around to hearread what I have in store. With that out of the way, let’s Take A Gander at Trycks Treats! (CROWD CHEER!!) i. THE THESPIAN To quickly recap, Trycks Treats, at her culmination, struggles with who she is behind the Stage Curtains. Trycks, irrespective of the VERSION YOU’RE LOOKING AT, is not comfortable with the absence of its mask; more than that, sevs ROLE in society. It’s easier to be defined by the world than having to come to that conclusion yourself, and I think Trycks (Dead) attests to that. To keep it Short, Sweet, and Easy on the Bulbs: the Trycks you know here is dead. Literally. But I do also mean this figuratively, in the way that the legislacerating front has been long shed. OK, LOOK, I’m not saying that sev is a COMPLETELY different person now. Think of it as a divergence from the CORE OF TRYCKS——at least, the One (⒈) We All Know. ★ is a BAD END that emerged from the grave to bombard you with a Grimterestboard Menagerie of Emojis and GOOD VIBEZ. Trycks is diametrically opposed to the one we know in a way that has you straightening on your chair and wondering WHAT WENT ✕✕✕? Not because of the Tragedy sev has faced, but the fact that suddenly, sev has capsized sevs OWN IDENTITY. No longer loud and bombastic, but adopting a quieter policy, not simply in cadence alone. Relax, put your pods ↑ and float idly in the lazy river that is the REST OF YOUR DEATH. It sure is easy being dead. Trycks has abandoned just about everything that made him a HARDWORKER to pursue a simpler life, an Easy One, in his words. No more acting, →? Not really. The (metaphorical) Thespian isn’t dead. That title still rings true in the Grand Scheme Of Things. Because you find that, where the vacancy opens, a new pretence occ↑ies its space. ★ takes on the FOREVER VACATION mindset, a place where all your qualms go to rest. You can indulge and keep indulging without pause like the Hedonist you are. But this in itself is still another front he wears. There’s little ingenuity in that, no matter what it tells you. Having said that, allow me to posit my first conclusion: The Vacation is a Lie. ii. THE FLAMINGO Wait. The Vacation is a LIE?! (Plot Twist!) (I Don’t Mean This Literally!) (But The Vacation Means Something!) (Metaphorically!) I mean, if the grass is so good on the other side, surely there’s no need to JUMP THE FENCE to mingle with the Living Locals. Wouldn’t that make you feel worse? Surely one (⒈) understands the hierarchical dichotomy that is ALIVE VS DEAD? Simply put, Trycks has reached out as a way of feeling less isolated in the Afterlife, striking conversations with people she once knew, and lingering over them like the smell of perfume. Perhaps the truth is as it believes: it interacts with others to sate its boredom and catch ↑ with old friends. If you asked me, it’s even more selfish. It’s Desperation. It’s REFUSAL that death is forever. Because reaching out wasn’t the cure, but the symptom. The plight of the DEAD, I find, is the fact that your mind doesn’t die. Maybe it diminishes over time, but it never truly ceases. The worst part is, the fallout is happening → in front of us. Let’s face it: the replacement of the act was never the point. In the pursuit of being opposite to his ideals, he has become a caricature of himself. A statement that bleeds into what she is and isn’t at the same time: someone who can only function in hiding, and someone pretends they don't. One layer has to be under another in order not to topple over completely. Relaxation veils desperation. It’s all to distance sevenself from the glaring actuality: sev is dead, and there is little sev can do about it. That’s why it’s easier to call death a vacation from responsibility, given that you no longer have anything to do. HOWEVER, Trycks is grounded by activity, the thrill of HAVING SOMETHING TO DO. This isn’t any different for this edition. Even if it proclaims the CALM LIFE IS THE BETTER DEATH, that desire to be active isn’t lost on it. Rather, it’s morphed into a sort of stagnancy, a foist into untimely retirement. All this knowledge has become worthless since there’s no case to defend. The flamingo, above all else, represents balance and its loss. Someone (⒈) as well-spoken and argumentative as Trycks Treats having all their talents become obsolete can leave you with a deepening ache, especially for someone who lives for the crowd. What happens when the curtains fall on you? I understand how harrowing it is to lose your own life, thus being thrown off your life’s Trajectory. The flamingo is dead. But the flamingo also represents Fantasy. A Clumsy Escape. The cloying taste of pink in your mouth that makes your tract sick. A dead flamingo is still pink. You still have something to look at. OK, OK, I’M DONE WITH THE ANALOGY. The point is, all of this has been a crafted COPING MECHANISM, disconnected complacency only a front to the real grief he hides from. When you are removed from all that you know, you turn belly-side ↑, and it’s NOT for a moontan. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for everything you had to endure. I can understand why you cling to the #CHILLMODE Refrain——you aren’t ready to let go yet. The clever adapt, and you are doing exactly that; shifting to your situation and looking for the best opportunity. But this isn’t your destination either. Don’t think it is. You are a person who ♥s to feel like they’re winning. This HASN’T CHANGED: you’ve tried to best your circumstances by taking your death as an ABSOLUTE WIN. YOU CANNOT STAND THE FEELING OF BEING BEATEN. The problem is, you’re already at the end of the finishing line. You don’t have to keep running. Not from your issues, not from your grief, not from who you are. 🗨 to someone, even yourself. (The living version of you.) I mean, no one can understand you Better Than Trycks Treats, and yet you continually poke fun at him. Try to Know who You Are and what to do next, even if it means peeling away at everything. Find the fundamentals. You have all eternity to do so. When you’re ready, the truth you’re looking for will finally blossom. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: ROGUE OF VOID? An interesting case. TRYCKS HAS INVERTED! This doesn’t mean ★ has turned from the light. It’s the opposite. The BASK OF KNOWLEDGE has become FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN. What am I meant to do? I don’t want to go. I had everything figured out, once. The fear of being nothing but a shadow of what it once was. This is why he’s here, trying to make his presence as known as possible. This is a fear she will grow into and ultimately harness as her own strength.) ADDENDUM: PIXELLATION + AN OFFER So it has been SECONDHANDEDLY PROVEN that there is LIFE AFTER DEATH, and it isn’t as Nice as you think. You don’t get the privilege to die forever, only exist in a different medium. I don’t think anyone 🗨s about the horrors of living in a limbo painted as The End. We can see here that it isn’t necessarily PEACEFUL beyond the CHILLAXING OVERTONES. If anything, it’s TERRIFYING. You’re alone, wandering, and expected to melt away for the rest of eternity. You aren't ready to call it quits, you had a whole LIFE ahead of you! Like pixels on a screen that keeps shrinking. A face you can’t entirely make out anymore. There was an art piece here ← to admire. It’s for that reason I want to extend the possibility of a private interview session for those from the AFTERLIFE. Think of it as a way to examine, sympathize, and preserve you + your memories in these trying times. I’d like to hear things from YOUR side and see if we can make your circumstances a little Easier. Does that make this an impromptu therapy session? Well, I’m not Certified, but I can Sure Try! (Rhyme) Anywhom. You should Follow Trycks Treats… NOW! I’m gonna get a Move On with these interview questions. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag
trying to figure out rollerskating and i keep falling on my ass. safe to say i am basically really awesome at this and don't even need to continue trying.
Dissolution of The Self (?)
RESPONSE ON THOSE GROUNDS! CAN YOU FUCK OFF I AM TALKING TO MY FRIEND
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⧃ I will never make a joke again. =o
I didnt think you would r£ally ch£ck.
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TW: #Jimmy6uffett
☼ It is difficult sometimes to teach love onto others, but it is always the right choice, even in the most tenuous of situations. Self-defense should be the primary and only fallback when there is no way to reach them, and it should always be non-lethal at all times. ☼
POINT OF ORDER! there should be. i know a guy (*not me this time) who deserves one
੯•໒꒱ show me the physicsss
｢konbanwa! megane-san has created moar waifuification! (*^▽^)/★*☆ dis time, we have vkei-chan! @ardourCorvidae (*/∀＼*) ahhh~ vkei-chan was cho kantan to make!~ keke~ ( -∀・) vkei-chan is always nisu to megane-san. (*^￢^*) unlike his haterz, vkei-chan wuvs when megane-san nuzzles and cuddles! ( ・ω・) choto kawaii. the most kyutieful girl!....... (ФωФ) kekekeke~~ second best to ai-chan of course nyah!｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: nisu means nice! (=^ェ^=) choto kanton means supa easy!! vkei-chan already has perfect oppai! RENTRER EN SOI is the best vkei tunez, byuttt. (／_;)/ another trick on megane! none of them were kyutiegirls, just fembois. -_-]
THERE IS N⧃ P⧃INT IN LIVING IF Y⧃U ARE N⧃T LIVING WHILE Y⧃U D⧃ IT - THE M⧃UNTAIN BEF⧃RE CRASHING HIS TW⧃ WHEELED VEHICIJHVBZVCV GHBN
DIRECT EXAMINATION EXPERT TESTIMONY! i would hazard a guess as to the uncanny valley effect!
I think I’m going to have to kill this guy, Princess Celestia.
A brief lapse in judgment, is all. #Lotus
https://imgchest.com/p/9249ej6j2yn Oldie but a goodie.
fuck summer.
#YouWishYouWereMe #YouWishYouWereHangingWithCasperAndRori #Squad
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unfortunately for sentient life, and fortunately for the fish wvwho quivwer in his presence, the dashing and alternate of myself @orphanerdualscar is dowvwn wvwith another gill infection today. or something like that. the point is he's busy. wvwe are important men wvwith important time, not to be wvwasted. this means that is has fallen to my handsome and large shoulders to champion #fishingfriday so wvwhile i wvwill not be hosting an island, i wvwant evweryone to get off your pelvwic sitting basins, put on your wvwading boots and start casting lines. chop cho, cadets and post your catches to #fishingfriday today. i sawvw these beauties belowvw at a human locale- a bait and tackle shop, it is called. i wvwant evwery guppy wvwho sees this post to identify wvwith one of these four stickers and vwote belowvw for wvwhich one you think you are, if you'vwe got the guts to make the fish swvwoon and the wvwomen fear you. you knowvw wvwhat i mean. ♥️ - if i am fishing i am happy ♣️ - wvwtf wvwhere's the fish ♦️ - patience luck and lines all day ♠️ - wvwishing i wvwas fishing https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/dfd3653a0575.jpeg
X That is not the outfit of someone who is doing great Source: I’m wearing basically the same thing but with a white button up x
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RESPOND TO MY FUCKING TEXTS PROPERLY!!!
THIS IS BULLSHIT.
That w£ continu£ to p£rsist at all is a t£stam£nt to our faith in on£ anoth£r.
I have only ever had correct opinions on Troll Twilight.
Anyways i've 6een revived and I.. I'm n9t a gh9st anym9re. Slightly de6ating 9n updating my picture t9 reflect this change. I l9ve the ph9t9 6ut since i'm n9t a gh9st, I d9n't have th9se white eyes anym9re. Als9 w9w this Seer 9utfit is c9mf9rta6le.
Lik£, Trycks ;[ lik£, mayb£ w£ can lik£ go out? Lik£, just ignor£ this lik£, LOL.
I THINK CASPER HAS LOST HIS MARBLES.
Mayb£, your Corvo£? Lol. Sorry
i dont fuck with flamingos those things go straight to hell
>>>(Just) a reflection of a reflection
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˚.⋆﹏𓊝﹏ Am I still m' own troll...? Even if 'm an alternate of one main template...? ⚓︎
Hm, my schemes and plots and plans and keikaku (keikaku means plan)