trycks treats 🦩
@glaringActuality
point of order: you might also know me as filigree hallowen, the thespian, or the flamingo. any of those are fine i don't really care testimony: it's easy being dead 🌅
point of order: i would also like to thank @whetherNet for lending a deceased iteration of himself to the cause for my cute little talksprite to append to the reverse g+ering i did. it's just so great. (she also took the photo in my profile picture) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d3dde8e14800.gif look i'm talking about a pineapple + a shark
DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ awww you look so moe here ]
DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ awww. awww. i could say something but i wont ]
✦Pineapples are the superiϕr fruits afterall✦
📸 she's been enj[*o]ying ph[*o]t[*o]graphing y[*o]u. n[*o]t much acti[*o]n [*o]n his side [*o]f the bubbles.
sidebar: also, did you guys know that when he's talking out loud, instead of doing a little unicode thing for certain words/character strings, he just says an equivalent gesture to match whatever he's saying? like if he's saying "right" to agree with you he'll also look/point stage right. that's fun, yeah? i think that's fun.
B:oD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
publishing to the jury: flamingo's g+er into the g+ers of chittr publishing to the jury: part 1 --- @televisedAviamor disclaimer: (i do not plan to cover the other g+ers on here. the "part 1" is purely cosmetic) sidebar: this is the part where you do a funny little skit, right? like a st+-up routine. i don't really think that's the fun part so i'm just gonna say "point of order: what's the deal with dream bubble food" + leave it there sidebar: ok i lied i do actually want to do an introduction before i get started. hi, g+er. i have a lot of time on my prongs. + if the other g+er's gonna blow up your spot about the whole panchip thing then i also want a turn. you're a weird little dude + i think we should all take a second to really turn the magnifying glass around, so to speak publishing to the jury: without further ado, let's take a g+er at g+er grimzl. (crowd reacts) publishing to the jury: just gonna say it again: g+er's a weird little dude. i've met several of him around the dream bubbles at this point + i think i've got a pretty good idea of his neuroses by now. like for all that he tries to deflect in conversation he will just answer your questions generally (+ i would like to think i am also pretty observant, where it counts) publishing to the jury: so to get into all that he's fundamentally just a very passive person. part of that is due to the literal chip in his pan that makes him physically incapable of experiencing rage or fighting back in literally any way (did you, the reader, know about that? isn't it wild?) + part of that is due to him just liking to keep an eye on stuff. dude got all the spotlight he could h+le back when he was hosting his "host of shows" + when it was violently ripped away from him (long story) he decided to just. step back from it all. so in the metaphor of stage + whatnot (or film set, as the case may be, but i'm ignoring that for the sake of my metaphor) he's making himself comfortable in a box seat. regular ol' phantasm of the opera over here lol point of order: except instead of murdering + shit he's just, like, knitting + baking + drawing. the picture of a domesticity, really, like total hivesprit mode. oh + also like the phantasm of the opera he's skulking the goings-on of the metaphorical operahouse pretty obsessively. i like this metaphor more + more. publishing to the jury: anyways to really dig into that obsessiveness part like. g+er's kind of a stalker, right? weird to use that word for him since he's generally such a sweetie but. it's not just for the sake of writing psychoanalyses that he reads through all of somebody's profile, or tracks down identifying information off-site, or writes notes on everyone he interacts with + genuinely gets weirdly fixated on people. it's just how he relates to the world. he's very thoroughly distanced himself from society writ large but longs for connection anyway, you know? point of order: + by connection, i don't just mean being a part of other people's lives on his own terms, lurking amiably, the guy in the corner at a party just holding a drink while everyone else dances. i mean like metaphorically* crawling into someone else's skin + living there. this sort of dissecting + categorizing of every little thing about somebody is a generally well-intended impulse but it's not a selfless one at all disclaimer: *i met a version who took this more literally. lol point of order: when he does actually talk to people, either in a real conversation (rare) or when he's presenting to the class, he is asking you to love him. + he has already braced for you to refuse. there's always assurances ready in his back pocket that, however cruel or callous you'd care to be to him, he doesn't mind. point of order: that's a bit of a recurring theme. he can't mind. he can be hurt but he can't fucking do anything about it, including dislike you for hurting him. publishing to the jury: so what we have here is a guy who, aside from voyeuristic tendencies (unrelated to pailing, in that context he prefers getting directly bossed around), just wants to make other people happy. he's a veritable font of almost unconditional affection. + in a lot of ways, that's a coping mechanism he's had to develop after the chip thing: fight's out of the question, so he has to pick between flight, freeze, or fawn. fawning is the easiest + safest option he has. publishing to the jury: + insomuch as he likes people (for lack of a better option, maybe, but not insincerely) part of distancing himself from everything includes trying to present himself as a mascot rather than a person. to follow-up on the "he is asking you to love him. + he has already braced for you to refuse" thing, he doesn't *actually* want you to look at the man behind the curtain. maybe that's a self esteem thing, maybe that's a lack of trust thing, probably a bit of both lol. publishing to the jury: he's a seer of heart, by the way. godtier versions of him that i've met get kind of weird ᴹBP closing statement: maybe there's a way to tie all this together: "he's obsessed with other people", "he's shy", "he wants to be loved", "there is a chip in his pan that physically prevents him from experiencing rage or doing anything to protect himself", "he's nice, but what's the alternative" , etc. there's some kind of thesis to connect these points. iunno closing statement: this is where he usually ends things by addressing the person directly with some bit of advice about how to be more mentally healthy or whatever. sure. hi again, g+er. we're not birds of a feather, exactly, but you're neat anyway i guess. don't forget that there's some people out there who really do care about you, g+er grimzl, + not just the dorkass silly goose persona you want people to see. if you wanna live happily ever after you need to get comfortable with people giving a shit about you for real, + put your strutpod down a little harder when they don't. closing statement: also, this is where you'd usually promote the subject of the post + ask everyone to follow them. i think most of the people reading this to the end already know you, + are probably following you, so instead i'm going to ask everyone to try + engage with you as a person. + pay just a little bit more attention to your whole deal beyond the superficial facade + willingness to churn out flattering reflections of them by the gogdamn dozen. anyways that's @televisedAviamor folks he's a weird little dude who's gotten up to some truly crazy shit + i think more people should acknowledge that. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d3dde8e14800.gif
Thanks for this! I, wow. I don't even know where to ★t. I'm gonna walk this off.
he almost doesnt sound(like(a creep)) when you talk(about him); // very impressive;
point of order: let the record reflect i never said he wasn't a creep 🤙
testimony: maybe i should've actually taken up smoking when i had the chance 🫧
testimony: man i know a trading card game competitive scene is kind of fundamentally incompatible with the dream bubbles but what i wouldn't give to just sort some tmtg cards for a while... first by color, then by rarity, then by mana value, then by spell type, + then alphabetically... ᴹB/
consort with co-counsel: @theticCollation https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/a836f8f3fd05.jpg
I LOOK AWFUL. YOU’RE LOSING POINTS RIGHT NOW.
testimony: hahahahaha the nice thing about whenever something goes wrong is that if you think about it i can also blame @glitteringAcuity
CROSS EXAMINATION! what the hell are you up to now?
cross examination testimony: this might sound hard to believe but i'll be so honestly for one second. you don't want to know
// posting again but this time as plaintext instead of a link (the link has the right italics though if you care about that) 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 handful 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 some doomed timelines simply collapse and wither over time, and some 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. -- page break -- 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 bee nsummarily and quickly executing the trolls spreading the rumors publicly, and their online presences are 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 the last shred of dignity that star will ever feel as a living troll 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 iterally: 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.
((WHERE IS THE ATTENTION? GUYS. GUYS THIS IS FUCKING FIRE GUYS!!?!????!!!!!!! GUYS))
// hi guys there's not really a way to post this ic but. lore dropppp https://ellipsus.com/read/6wZWNTUIDhrBmJBG96coMn/a-supernova-or-whatever
publishing to the jury: captain's log: star date 67.420e^∆π opening statement: dear diary: this is my first entry, + i have to admit i don't know the proper decorum. maybe i should introduce myself, but i don't exactly know what's worth mentioning... i'm dead, obviously. i still go by trycks treats. it's still just as accurate to call me filigree hallowen, esq., but i've played around with a few alternate titles. the flamingo is particularly fun. but there hasn't really been a reason not to just use my hatchname, so that's been the default. i mean, i'm not exactly a practicing legislacerator anymore, there's no reason for formalities… i don't know. anyways, i've been dead for a long time. so has everyone from my timeline, as far as i can tell, not that i. testimony: moving on. this is a traveler's log of the dreambubbles. there's no sense of time, so i'll just devote an entry to each bubble i explore, starting here. testimony: insofar as it needs a name to be written about, the bubble i'm writing this entry from is the margaritaville bubble. i have been here for a very long time. very recently i've been to some other bubbles, but i keep coming back here. to peoplewatch, if nothing else point of order: i haven't gotten back in the lazy river. testimony: which, uh, leads me to the next bit where i describe this place. aside from my general review, which i might as well say here instead of leave for the end: it's the next best thing to comfortable malaise. sidebar: fucking hell it sounds pretentious when i'm writing in the notes app instead of just posting directly on chittr. i guess i've never minded being pretentious but its a little embarrassing. whatever testimony: anyways, this place is a take on the idea of a beach. not as abstract of a representation as it could be, or surreal or jazy or dreamlike or what-have-you, but certainly more artificial than someone's direct memory of a beachside, or a thous+ people's memory of a beachside testimony: as far as i can tell, it *is* stitched together from a lot of different memories, rather than recreating any single one. it makes the place more metaphorically real, gives it physical heft + sensation, alongside enabling it to take up a plausibly-infinite amount of dreamspace, but it becomes unspecific in another way. not undefined... i don't know. i just unlive here, not study it testimony: to quit waxing rhapsodical for a second + describe the damn place, it's actually a riverbank. it stretches on for what might be forever, endless + mostly empty dunes of s+ that wide this way + that around a 4-5 strut pods deep, maybe 7 strut pods wide if that. there's an endless parade of trolls in buoyancyrings, lounging in various states of relaxation + disassociation as the river washes amiably ever forward. the immediate bank of the river is concrete, as are the sides + bottom of the river itself. there's river rocks + pebbles dotted along, in piles that appear entirely natural (albeit strange for being on concrete rather than, i don't know, dirt) but are placed in that arrangement at exactly consistent intervals much further than the gaze bulbs can see in either direction. sidebar: i spent a lot of time in one of those buouyancyrings, time being as-ever a relative term. it was a nice enough place to give up, but i can't earnestly recommend it. testimony: beyond the riverbanks, though, at least less blatantly trollmade, is the beach. one side is s+ dunes + one side is shore. it does not extend in either direction farther than you can easily see from your position on the river, flowing waves + piles of s+ cut off into perfect nothingness past a fixed horizon line, neatly severed from pretense. testimony: the beach has variety: cheaply-made lawnring flamingos, frondtrees swaying gentle in the completely still absence of any breeze to speak of, mildly different variations on the formula that is less defined than the endless lazy river's. i can see a little bar st+ here of some alien design, from which i have enjoyed mostly margaritas of various flavors. testimony: this stretch of beach has s+ that is pleasantly coarse, gray + cold, + has been delicately threaded with kelp. the water isn't the murky turmulent gray that would match the s+ in its natural biome: it's the exact same piercing, clear, slowly-lapping blue that is, removed of the context of the closest thing to infinity i can imagine, admittedly quite pleasant. there's sections of green that imply varying depth in tropical waters, although there is nothing at all beneath the surface of the water. sidebar: it's strange. the fog that comes from a beach like this would obviously ruin the pseudotropical atmosphere that i am here precisely because i crave, but its absence is jarring + wrong. testimony: sitting at the edge of the shore, strut pods hanging off the edge, is unsettling. the nausea it induces is novel enough i have tried not to overindulge testimony: i don't like the side with dunes nearly as much, but you have to admit it has the better view of the shore + its other inhabitants. the lawn chairs are alright, but i think i prefer sitting on a towel in the shade of a frond tree. testimony: now that i'm stationary, rather than drifting, i can hear the songs being played around me in full rather than simply catching sections of them. it will not surprise you to learn that it is primarily the works of the legendary jimmie bufett, but i've heard other tunes plucked out inexpertly on nearby ukeleles. that part i do recommend closing statement: this place helped me through something, + i will miss it. i hope i don't come back.
CROSS EXAMINATION! what the fuck have you been DOING
confer with opposing counsel: don't ask me that. please. not right now, at least. off the record: someday, i might have an answer that doesn't embarrass us
Treats, this is GREAT! Oh, I am SO HAPPY FOR YOU! *jumps for joy* *jumps for joy* *jumps for joy*
theres no fucking way youre still listening(to jimmie bufett) when youre dead; // hahahah some things never change();
testimony: my routine as a ghost: httpsᴹB//open.spotify.com/track/7vOEN63UtwcoT7TmTthoNW?si=VQDe31ZJS6CPLylArIKgUg
publishing to the jury: #nowlistening: httpsᴹB//open.spotify.com/track/5DTOOkooKFUvWj1XQTFa09?si=SAXnmsF8Q4i83HYLtElP5A
cross examination: @ardourAugury do you think i don't see you pitying all my chits?? 21 notifications is excessive. I am doing fine. + also you don't know me #targetedposting
I didnt think you would r£ally ch£ck.
motion to publish to the jury: never meant to last, never meant to last / + i have been drunk now for over two weeks / i passed out + i rallied + i sprung a few leaks / but i got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' / down to rock bottom again / (just a few friends, just a few friends.....) #lyricsposting #TWJimmieBufett?
publishing to the jury: #nowlistening: httpsᴹB//open.spotify.com/track/4VJHw4VLJTx4IC0xFQz7Gh?si=sLtxBEBoRnq56A2D7kILMw 🤙
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TW: #Jimmy6uffett
// I NEVER DO THIS BUT MY JAW DROPPED SGEKDHEKHRJEUEJDHNDNDNSN?????????
What do you haVe against the captain, Man? uncool. . . 😎
testimony: your degrees don't go away when you die, right? i still got a jurisceration doctorate
testimony: sometimes you see something + you have to go through in your head what the objection battle would be like to try + get it entered or prevent it from entering as an exhibit. like yeah it's a bad look to say that, but it's definitely hearsay under rule 801 so you'd think that puts you in the clear, but then there's an exception that mostly applies or you could try + get it on the record with a limiting instruction not to use it for the truth of the matter asserted, but then you can bring up more substantially more prejudicial than probative if opposing counsel straight up just said it has *no* truth value, + then you're off to the races + it's anyones game
testimony: im the #1 fan of the fallacy fallacy. nitpick every argument instead of engage with it forever 🌅🦩🪩
testimony: imagine a bladeless knife with no h+le. now put the h+le back. now put the blade back. ᴹB) everything's okay now ᴹB)
testimony: #unemployedtip: "🥪" is shorth+ for "🍞🧀🍅🥬🍞"
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