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ouch. 8th seed, scored 18 to beat aranea. meenahs just putting the hurt on the serket name in the #cronusbabeoff. next one, this should be interesting. a lovw seed upset wversus a site obsession. vwewve got jane crocker up against aradia megido! nowv, if you could believwe it, there aint a vwhole lotta creator fandom art wvith just these tvwo together, so youre gonna hawve to accept the real #nsfvw one i found. ignore the other broad, just pretend jane got to keep her after that last wvictory. <3 or <> for aradia <3< or c3< for jane
⚇ Carnivals 20:20-24 ⚇ "Kegsti had disappeared from our number for some nights. We'd all feared the worst- rogue lusii, other trolls who disapproved of our meetings, but he returned to us on what would have been the fifth day of his absence. 'I saw it!' he cried, hoarse in the squawkblister as though he'd been screaming. 'I saw it clear as the twinkle of the moons! Rows upon rows of eternally laughing faces in the Carnival above!'. Now, at the time none of us motherfuckers knew what he was yammering on about. Everyone smiling all the time? It just wasn't possible. That was, until Kegsti *showed* us. When we woke the next night, Kegsti had gathered berries and chalk and blood and made a pulp. We watched as he slowly began to apply it to his face over the course of the next half hour. It was crude, it was unfinished, but we saw it. The way the lines pulled up into a dastardly grin. The endless possibilities for individuality in the markings. We would have rows upon rows of laughing faces. And thus, tradition was born. We would no longer be without our masks, our faces, jeering and smiling at the rest of the unbeknownst world. We had our hands on some shit they could never dream of." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
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BE ME. CALIBORN. THE ONE WHO IS WRITING THIS. NOT THE ONE WHO IS BEING WRITTEN ABOuT. THAT DISTINCTION IS IMPORTANT. BECAuSE I AM REAL. AND CALLIE BHORNE IS FICTIONAL. BuT ALSO. IN A DEEPER SENSE. HE IS REALER THAN YOu. BECAuSE I SAID SO. AND I AM REAL AS IT GETS. DISBELIEF. SuSPENDED. CALLIE BHORNE. CALI B. REAL. THIS IS NOW NOT ABOuT ME. EXCEPT IT IS PRIMARILY ABOuT ME. IN A VICARIOuS SENSE. BuT SECONDARILY. IT IS ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. MY CHARACTER. THAT I HAVE MADE. FOR THIS EPIC GODDAMN SAGA. CALLED. #LAIRSANDLuSII. WHICH SOuNDS LIKE A DOCTOR SEuSS ASS NuRSERY RHYME. BuT APPARENTLY. IF ITS HOST IS TO BE BELIEVED. IS A HORROR ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE THE ONLY HORROR HERE IS HOW POWERFuL I AM ABOuT TO MAKE THIS MOTHERFuCKER BEFORE YOuR GOBSMACKED GODDAMN GANDERBuLBS. SQuEAKY HANDS SCRuBBING THEM SEE WORTHY AGAIN. A RECAP. INTERMISSION. BEFORE WE BEGIN. LET ME TELL YOu ABOuT CALLIE BHORNE. HE IS A LIME BLOOD. WHICH IS RARE. AND ALSO EXTINCT. EXCEPT FOR HIM. BECAuSE HE KILLED EVERYONE WHO TRIED TO MAKE HIM EXTINCT. WHICH KEPT HIM THE SOLE ENDLING SuRVIVOR OF THE SLAuGHTER. AFTER uSING HIS SPECIAL ABILITY. EMPEROR LORDLING TIME. WHICH LETS HIM CHANNEL HIS DEAD SISTER. CALLIE OHPEEE. WHO HE DEVOuRED AND SCRAMBLED. STRAIGHT OuT THE GATE. POST EGG HATCH. SIPHONING HER POWER. TO INCREASE HIS OWN. EFFICACY. WHICH IS A WORD I uSED BECAuSE IT SOuNDS IMPORTANT. HE IS A PALADIN. OATH OF CONQuEST. WHICH IS LIKE AN ORDINARY PALADIN. BuT INSTEAD OF HEALING AND PROTECTING. HE CONQuERS AND DESTROYS. BECAuSE PROTECTION IS FOR COWARDS. AND HEALING IS FOR THE WEAK AND NEEDY LITTLE SNIVELING FuCKSTuPID COWARDS. FuRTHERMORE. WEAKNESS IS A DISEASE THAT MuST BE STEPPED ON. CRuSHED. AND THEN QuARANTINED TO THE AFTERLIFE. WHERE IT WILL NEVER RETuRN FROM. HE IS CuRRENTLY SITTING. ON THE ALABSTER CAIRO CASINO PHAROAH SARSWAPAGuS THRONE. WHICH IS A SACRED LIME BLOOD ARTIFACT. THAT ALLOWS THEM TO COMMuNE WITH THEIR DEAD SISTERS. IF THEY HAVE ANY. WHICH HE DOES. BECAuSE HE KILLED HER. YOu ALL SAW. I WROTE THAT. AND YOu SAW. STuDIOuS LITTLE NOTETAKERS THAT YOu NO DOuBT ARE. YOu CAN SEE IT HERE NOW WITHOuT HAVING TO LOOK AWAY FROM MY WORDS IF YOu HAVE FORGOTTEN. AND NOW SHE IS HAuNTING HIM. WHICH IS QuITE POETIC. EXEuNT INTERMISSION. BEGIN. ACT NONE. SESSION ZERO. THE THRONE IS GLOWING. A MYSTERIOuS WIND HOWLS. THE WINDOWLESS ROOM CuRIOuSLY CRADLES THE AIR IN A SuRREPTIOuS BREEZE THAT COMES FROM SEEMINGLY FuCKING NOWHERE. THAT IS BECAuSE THE THRONE ITSELF. HAS BECOME LINKED TO A FAR AND STRANGE LAND. uNFAMILIAR ENTIRELY TO CALLIE BHORNE. HE DOES NOT KNOW IT YET. MERELY REACTS ON INFLuENCE. HIS FAuLTY PASSIVE PERCEPTION WEATHERED BY HIS YEARS AS MuSCLE FOR HIRE. HE FEELS A TWITCHY SPASM IN HIS WRIST. HIS INSTINCTS COMMAND HIM TO DRAW HIS SWORD. BuT HE REFuSES. HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO RESORT TO WANTON AGGRESSION WITHOuT A TARGET. THE THINKPAN WILL OVERHEAT. SENDING SCORCHING THOuGHTS EVERYWHERE THAT BLINDINGLY ERASE ALL MOVEMENT uNTIL A SAFE DISTANCE IS OBSERVED FROM ALL LIVING THINGS. CALLIE BHORNE WOuLD MAKE CORPSES OF PARADISE FOR THE ELYSIuM FIELDS OF HIS OWN ISOLATION MADE PuRE AND PRISTINE ONCE AGAIN. THIS IS HIS DREADED CuRSE. TO WALK A PLANET HE WOuLD SOONER RAIZE THAN RAISE. HE CANNOT BE KNOWN TO LOVE. HE CANNOT RISK FEELING. AND HE CANNOT CHANCE A SINGLE LIVING BEING. EVER. AND YET. THERE IS THAT HOWLING. THAT WIND. THAT DAMNABLE FuCKING WIND. "TSK." CALLIE BHORNE GROWLS. ANOTHER FuCKING REPAIR NEEDED. NOBODY EVER TOLD HIM BEING A LIVING RELIC MEANT LIVING IN ONE. BYGONE ERAS HAVE A FuNNY WAY OF STICKING AROuND. CALLIE BHORNE TAKES THIS AS EVIDENCE. THAT CALLIE OHPEEE IS FuCKING WITH HIM. WHICH IS FuNNY. BECAuSE SHE PROBABLY DID NOT ACTuALLY DO THAT. BECAuSE SHE HATES HIM TO SCREW WITH HIM IN A CLEVER WAY. BECAuSE HE DEVOuRED HER. BuT THE FASTEST WAY. TO A GRIZZLED VETERAN'S HEART. IS THROuGH HIS STOMACH. A PLACE THAT CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BEEN. QuITE FATALLY. SHE LOVES HIM. EVEN IF HE WILL NOT SAY. WHICH IS WHY. uPON DISCOVERY THE THRONE ITSELF OPENS TO A TRANSPORTALIZED DIMENSION. ANOTHER WORLD. OR PLACE. OR LAND. OR BIOME. THE BLINDING LIGHT MAKES IT TRuLY DIFFICuLT TO TELL. HE REALIZES THE TRuTH. "NO FuCKING WAY." CALLIE OHPEEE HAS BLESSED THIS CRuSADE. HER FACE APPEARS FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. SHE LOOKS. STRANGE. uGLY. SHE ASSuMES ANOTHER OF HER FORMS MEANT TO TORMENT HIM. A GREEN SKuLL. STAINED WITH THE SLICK LIME BLOOD SHE WAS COATED IN WHEN HE FIRST DEVOuRED HER. HIS MOuTH WATERS. HE HAS NEVER FOuND A GRuBSAuCE SO DELECTABLE AS HIS FIRST MEAL. HE LITERALLY ATE THE EGGSHELL SHE HATCHED OuT OF. FOR ADDITIONAL NuTRIENTS. THAT SAuCE WAS SO FuCKING GOOD. ONLY NOW. AT LEAST IN APPEARANCE. THE BLOOD WAS BAD. VERY VERY BAD. LEFT TO COAGuLATE. ROT. ADHERE. AND THICKEN. LIKE A KIND OF ALMOST REPTILIAN HIDE. IF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY WERE HIS LuSuS. WHAT WAS THIS? A HATCHMATE OVERREACH OF SOME KIND? SISTERLY SOBBING? BITCHING AND MOANING? uPON CLOSER INSPECTION. THE ANSWER BECAME MuCH CLEARER. LITTLE PINPRICK DRIPS OF RED. FRISKING ALONG HIS BODY. CALIBORN FINDS IT. A FRESHLY INFLICTED WOuND THAT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE. JuST ALONG HIS THORAX. THE uPPER CHIFFONIER. AS IF ANGLING FOR HIS BLOODPuSHER WITH EACH DARTED FINGER. HER WAY OF SAYING. THIS QuEST COuLD PROVE DEADLY. ALTHOuGH. CALLIE BHORNE WAS uNSuRE. EVEN CALIBORN WAS LIKE. GIRL WHAT THE FuCK IS YOu ON. THERE COuLD BE NO CERTAINTIES WHEN DEALING WITH HER. "HEH. GuESS MY HATCHMATE IS STILL LOOKING OuT FOR ME AFTER ALL THESE SWEEPS. SOME LOVE. HuH? SHE'S GOT A FuNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT." AND THEN. uNFuRLED. IS MY BLADE. READY TO BE BuRIED IN THE NECKS OF DuMBFuCKS. LOCATION: THE TRIBuNAL HALL OF SuPREME CAVORT. STOMPING GROuNDS OF HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. EATING GROuNDS ALSO. THIS IS WHERE CALLIE BHORNE LIVES. BECAuSE HE IS SPECIAL. AND RAISED BY A BELOATHED BY ALL TYRANT. THE ROOM HAS COuNTLESS WEATHERED BONES SHAVED DOWN SO AS TO RESEMBLE MARBLE COLuMNS. BuT THEY ARE THICK. LIKE CEDAR WOOD TRuNKS. AND SPLINTERED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE BEATING OF ANGRY FISTS. CLAWED AND CHEWED. SO AS TO SuGGEST THE CLuTCHING OF VERY DESPERATE HANDS DRAGGED OFF INTO OPEN MOuTH. AND BLOOD. SO MuCH BLOOD. THE THRONE ITSELF. HOWEVER. IS CLEAN. AN EXHIBIT ALMOST. EVIDENCE. OF TIME'S TRAGIC PASSING. A RELIC OF THE LIMES. LIKE MANY OF THE CONFISCATED LEGENDARY ITEMS HERE. THOuGH CALLIE BHORNE FANCIES HIMSELF SOMETHING OF A TROLL WITH AN EYE FOR ANTIQuES SPORTING SEASONED HISTORY BEHIND THEM. THESE ITEMS ARE ONLY ACQuIRED WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO SMuGGLE OR SELL THE ILLICIT CONTRABAND. IN FACT. WERE IT NOT FOR HIS LuSuS. AND SLAPDASH CHARM. CALLIE WOuLD CERTAINLY BE KILLED FOR HIS EXTENSIVE BEWEARABLE WARES ALONE. OWNING THESE IS ILLEGAL. BuT CONFISCATING THEM. IS JuST ANOTHER TuESDAY. OR WHATEVER THE TROLL EQuIVALENT OF A TuESDAY IS. PROBABLY CHEWSDAY. IT IS JuST ANOTHER CHEWSDAY. INTERRuPTION: HE WAS COMMuNING. WITH HIS DEAD SISTER. OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. HIS HATCHMATE IS OFT uNRELIABLE. WHICH IS A SPECIAL KIND OF ESPECIALLY HIGH uNRELIABILITY. BuT THEN. THE SESSION. OR WHATEVER EXCITING COSMIC BuLLSHIT IS RuNNING THIS GAME. DECIDED TO INTERRuPT. WITH A PORTAL. OR AN APERTuRE. OR WHATEVER WHITE GLOWING BuLLSHIT YOu PEOPLE ARE uSING. I WANT TO KEEP MY WHITENESS CONSISTENT. IF WE ARE ALL DOING A WHITE THING. I WANT TO DO THE SAME WHITE THING. OTHERWISE I WILL FEEL LEFT OuT. AND THAT WOuLD BE REALLY SHITTY OF YOu GuYS. SO MAKE MY WHITE THING BE THE SAME AS YOuR WHITE THING. HOW THE SuMMONS APPEARS: THROuGH THE THRONE. OBVIOuSLY. THE GLOWING INTENSIFIES. AND INSTEAD OF JuST SHOWING CALLIE OHPEEE. WHICH IS WHAT IT uSuALLY SHOWS. IN MIDDLING LITTLE APPARITION LIKE OuTLINES. AND DEAD SISTER MONTAGE. AND LIMITLESS PATIENCE FOR ME. HER HATCHMATE. AND MY SILLY ANTICS. IT SHOWS SOMETHING ELSE. A LAIR. OR WHATEVER. MAKE IT SOMETHING APPROPRIATE. ACTuALLY. COuLD IT BE. LIKE. A THRONE ROOM. BuT BIGGER. AND WITH MORE BODIES. OR A FIELD OF CONQuERED ENEMIES. OR A CASINO. WHERE EVERYONE IS LOSING. EXCEPT HIM. CALLIE NEVER LOSES. EH. DOC. SCRATCH THAT. CALLIE NEVER HAS LOST. BECAuSE HE REFuSES TO GIVE uP. HE ALWAYS TRIES. AND RETRIES. EVEN IN THE FACE OF ABSOLuTE SuREFIRE DEFEAT. HE WRENCHES VICTORY FROM HIS OWN JAWS. THAT IS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY OF HIM. YES. SO DECIDE. A VISION THAT CALLS FOR HIM. PERHAPS. SOMEONE IN NEED? YES. THAT WOuLD BE GENIuS. CALLIE IS EXTRAORDINARILY NEEDABLE. AND WILLING TO MAKE HIS TROLLIAN CLAWS. AN OuTSTRETCHED SORT. WHAT YOu GLIMPSE: SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS POWER. AND DOMINATION. AND VICTORY. BuT ALSO. SECRETLY. SOMETHING THAT REPRESENTS HIS SISTER. IN SOME ROuNDABOuT WAY. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR HIS CHARACTERIZATION. HOW YOuR LuSuS OR SuRROuNDINGS REACT: HIS LuSuS HOWLS WITH EARSPLITTING INTENSITY. HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY. HuGE GROSS MONSTER. BLACK BLOOD. BRAINLESS BEASTIE. HE LETS OuT A ROAR. OR SOMETHING EQuALLY TERRIBLE. AND IT DOES NOT REACT WITH FEAR. BECAuSE IT DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. IT REACTS WITH RECOGNITION. LIKE. "OH. MY SON. CALLIE BHORNE. HAS BEEN SuMMONED FOR ANOTHER ADVENTuRE. HOW REGuLAR. AND ORDINARY. BE SuRE TO KILL AND PARTIALLY CANNIBALIZE PLENTY OF PEOPLE. MY SWEET. CHERuBICALLY CHARMING BOY." AND CALLIE BRuSHES HIS THuMB. AGAINST HIS VERY EXISTANT NOSE. AND GOES. "TSK. SHuT uP FATHER. I AM GROWN NOW. I AM NOT SOME HELPLESS LITTLE PuPA ANYMORE." AND HE GROWLS. SOMBERLY. "I KNOW. BuT WHEN I LOOK uPON MY SON. MY HERO. MY LITTLE LEGISLACERITO. I DO NOT SEE YOu AS YOu ARE. I SEE YOu. AS WHAT YOu HAVE BECOME. FROM WHAT YOu WERE. A WEIGHTED AVERAGE. SuNDERED BY MY SINKING HEART." AND HE GOES. "HMP. WHATEVER DAD. LOVEYOuTOO." AND HIS DAD SCREECHES LOuDLY. "MY SON!!!" OR MAYBE IT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING. AND JuST. GROWLS. APPROVINGLY. WHATEVER WOuLD BE COOLER. WHAT PART OF YOu ANSWERS FIRST: NOT FEAR. HE DOES NOT FEEL FEAR. JuST LIKE HIS FATHER. HE FEELS ANTICIPATION. THE PART THAT WANTS TO CONQuER. THE PART THAT WANTS TO DEVOuR. THE PART THAT LOOKS AT A MYSTERIOuS PORTAL AND THINKS. "YES. MORE uNSETTLED SCORES. AND WRONGS TO RIGHT." OR POSSIBLY. THE PART THAT HEARS HIS SISTER. WHISPERING. FROM THE THRONE. SAYING. "DONT GO. YOu IDIOT. ITS A TRAP. A DEADLY FuCKING TRAP." BuT HE IGNORES HER. BECAuSE HE IS THE PALADIN. NOT THE PALADIN'T. YOuR FINAL ACTION: CALLIE. DOES NOT. uNDER ANY CIRCuMSTANCES. SHOW HESITATION. HESITATION IS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT CALLIE BHORNE. AND THEREFORE. NOT ME. BECAuSE I MADE HIM. AND I AM ALSO NEVER HESITANT. EXCEPT WHEN I AM. WHICH IS NEVER. ALTHOuGH. THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME. BuT I WAS MERELY. READYING AN ATTACK. AN ASSBLAST ATTACK THAT PROVED FATAL. FOR MY ENEMIES. SO IT IS LESS A HESITATION. AND MORE A READYING POSE. WHICH IS WHAT HE STRIKES. BEFORE SAYING SOMETHING REALLY FuCKING COOL. LIKE. "...WELL WELL WELL. IS THIS THE PART. WHERE I TOSS IN A QuARTER AND MAKE A WISH?" OR. "THE THRONE BECKONS. QuIT YOuR BITCHING. I'M LITERALLY COMING RIGHT NOW." OR. "CALLIE OHPEEE. WATCH OVER FATHER FOR ME WHILE I AM GONE. OKAY?" OR JuST. "...CONQuEST CALLS." WHATEVER HE SAYS. PROBABLY ALL OF THESE THINGS. HE IS NOT NICE. HE IS GRIZZLED AND EDGY. HE ATE HIS SISTER AND REGRETS NOTHING EXCEPT THAT HE COuLD NOT EAT HER TWICE. HE IS A MONSTER. AND HE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER. BECAuSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO uNDERSTANDS ME.
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YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST BITCH. WHO FAILED TO MEET HER #WORKPOSTING QUOTA. @TERRIBLEFATE
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⚇ Carnivals 12:76 ⚇ "And the tents burned when put to the lowblood's flame, but there was more to the congregation than flimsy fabric. One of the smaller kindred moved towards the flames, even when a big sister tried to pull them back. They grabbed a torch, lit it on the flame and stuck it into their maw. The breath of fire they produced was truly beautiful, a towering inferno that struck higher towards the Messiahs than the fire of hatred that it had started from." ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
Oh! Thank goodness, now I understand.
Rather wonderful day at the beach. Photography provided by the sweetest, @tipsyGlamour <>
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What was that...?? They either HATE ME cause they AIN'T ME or they HATE ME cause they WANT ME. Or maybe BOTH.
Still lookin good as ewver, babe (platonic)!
No+w that o+ur gro+up has been sufficiently indo+ctinated into+ so+cial media.. I suppo+se it wo+uldn't hurt to+ sho+w o+ff my pro+file picture in mo+re detail This was fun day..
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IMAGINE BEING A SEER OF BLOOD. AND THESE ARE YOUR FRIENDS. AND YOU REMAIN FIRMLY COMMITTED TO VIRGINITY. FOR SOME FUCKING REASON. #COULDNOTBEME. @CARMINEGNOSIOLOGY @TACITURNTERROR @LEJAYJAY @GNARLYCABALLERIAL#1784 @TOXICAGGRO
hmmmmmmmmmmm at what point do i just go fuck it ive got alarming intel and i got no goddamn clue what to do with it i swear im like usually so fucking composed but this shit got me pressin
i alrdy checked in w calliope n she wasnt home so i figured hey ill check in with jane next she did say she wanted to talk 2 callie le sign neither are home
WHO WANT ME AY WHO WANT HIM?! #SLASHREFERENCE
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THE TRUTH IS, MY INSTINCTS LED ME TO YOU. LED ME TO SEE THAT PART OF YOU THAT IS CLOSER TO ME. THE PART THAT UNDERSTANDS HOW MEANINGLESS ALL ELSE IS. HOW EASY IT IS TO SIMPLY TEAR IT APART. I WANTED TO MAKE YOU EMBRACE THAT PART, MAKE YOU BECOME WHAT YOU WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO BE. MY SERVANT. MY TOOL. MINE. BECAUSE MEN LIKE US DO NOT NEED A BAD DAY, OR A TRAGEDY, TO DRIVE US. WE ONLY NEED THE HOWLING IN OUR BLOOD. DON’T YOU AGREE, CUESTICK?
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒌ — @markZucc Zuccia Caziln (WARNING: hope you know Oinkbeast Latin, because histay illway etgay #uggestivesay!) (#suggestive) (#squeak!) Wait, THE Zuccia? I think I’ve heard of her! The recurring face of Rogue? Allure? *gulp*, the Other Ones (⒈s)? WOWIE ZOWIE. Can I just say, WHAT AN HONOR! Hi. People used to 🗨 about you. I don’t want to make any impressions that’ll turn me from Chittr Silly Goose to Chittr Slobbery Goose, but I’m glad you came over to get Peeped At. Let’s Take A Gander at Zuccia Caziln! (CROWD CHEER!!) (Wolf Whistle!) (Sounds of strangling) (Kinky?) (Oh nevermind they Died) (Erotically) (OK) (Moving On) Zuccia leads a comfortable, indulgent life. One where she can drink cocktails on the nightly, lounge in her offtime, and chit just about anything on the Pan. You learn to appreciate the amount of CARE she has for those she considers her friends. She’s a SWEETHEART, the sort you can easily get along with, so long as you fit this single criterion: Being in the Same Space as her. It’s not naive if you have the PUSHER to befriend everybody. It’s always the thought that matters, and she tries her best to MAKE IT COUNT. It’s an applaudable effort! On Chittr, Zuccia JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN, oftentimes getting wasted and posting about it. A lot. A *LOT* LOT. I’ve never met someone who had vodka with cereal before, but there’s a First For Everything! Including a job. Her definition of SOBER is only about ⒉ drinks in the evening. This thrillseeking attitude likely stems from a pursuit for the OLD, GOOD LIFE, to which it’s hard to tell the old and good ever ENDED. Maybe publicly so, but in the comfort of her hive, the party hasn’t stopped. You’ll find her weaselling her way into the newest party, club, pair of pants, etcetera. Are we ready to address the elephant in the block? OK. I try to veer away from stating the sexual aspects of a person (because tagging anything with enn ess eff doubleyew will have my ✂e little avatar CENSORED), but her definition of fun is rooted in the carnal benefits of the body. It’s nothing particularly new for someone (⒈) of her fame, but you pick it ↑ quickly. On a psychological scale, the frequency of one’s SEX LIFE can detail where they feel at best with themselves. In the end, it’s a REASSURANCE OF HER WORTH. This is one of the few ways she can get people to listen to her: giving her body away with little pushback. It isn’t a challenge to get her unclothed. But at the same time, does one look at her for her body or for who she is? It’s a dilemma with an unfortunate answer, because all arrows point to the fact this isn’t a new development. Being this way is her comfort zone, the only life she’s ever known. Something tells me not even she can tell me who she is. Does she even like where her life is going, if she’s noticed she’s been going anywhere? She’s living, maybe, but is she LIVING as a person, or a tool? It’s hard to think when you’re inebriated, even moreso when you’ve relegated your existence to the Town Bicycle of a Good Time. I’m not her lusus, or her matesprit, so I don’t intend to deliver a message of mandatory change. But people get over trends quickly. Everybody craves novelty. You and I are no different in that aspect, victims to that cause. We’re both looking for a way to feel relevant again, but that high is JUST SO… well, high. In your case, this dip into austerity has brought a sense of boredom in your life, and you know that. Nothing is ever the same anymore and deep deep ↓, beyond all the throbbing horniness you feel, you loathe it. It’s why you give yourself away to people who may never look at you the way you want them to. You want to get away from your mind as quickly as possible because something as small as a sober thought will have you yearning for a time when you felt wanted for being a person. You’re afraid, and it’s OK. Please let yourself reflect on things. Even if it’s for a moment, a song. Think about where you are. You’re an amazing person, simpler than that, a PERSON, PERIOD. It’s hard to find your value beyond the opinions of people, but this isn’t saying it isn’t possible. To feel ♥d begins with loving yourself. (If there’s anything I can relate to, it’s the descent from global fame. Between you, me, and the guy reading this, a lot of people knew me as the charming host of a host of TV shows. And now I’m just The Guy Who Peeps At You, I think. But that’s all the airing I'll be outing here.) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAID OF BLOOD? Zuccia is a good person, a trying person. She gives herself away to feel ♥d. People are her stability. Without them, what would be there for her? What choice does she have? Did she ever have one, or was the road long paved by the people who made her famous? She is someone who should be valued as someone with genuine thoughts and opinions to bring to the table. Once she harnesses this, she’ll be able to create something amazing.) TL;DR - Zuccia enjoys her life, but all of this is in the pursuit of feeling important. Getting drunk is easier than staying sober. Her definition of ♥ is rooted in how many people see her body, because this is the path she’s been going ↓ for many, many sweeps. BE SURE TO FOLLOW ZUCCIA, and give her all the care she deserves. This concludes the second batch of Peepings. I’ll see you SOON! #gandertag