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Thank you so much for the shoutout! I love this city so much!
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Good choice.
I would ask you not to make me regret this. But my expectations for this place are well aligned. https://forms.gle/KhZaSyLbmbYsMNbC8
I arrived in a dress. It was the first time in a very long time that I had worn one. The last time was my Sieteñera. I still remember Dillodad coming up from his resting hole to celebrate. I was a measly seven sweeps old then. That was the last time I wore a dress. So, really, it was about time I put one on again. It made me feel young. Beautiful, even. Or close enough to beautiful that I could pretend without feeling too foolish. I was there to see her. See, I was something of an underground sort by then. Officially speaking, I had been shuffled out of the game of life by the Empress’s drones. Removed from the paperwork. Removed from the count. Removed from the kind of future a troll is supposed to have. Then, in my second life, I got a second chance. I went by a few names. My title was the Contract Hiveseer. I provided maintenance drones and instructed construction on larger-scale projects in the Ash Warrens of the Rust Districts. But the name that stuck was Anikah Cikuto. Dillodad gave me that one. I know. I am an ancient troll in her final molts. I am old enough to know better than to be precious about names, dresses, and little ceremonies from a life that technically ended a long time ago. But I am still a girl. And I am still vain. Latching onto the younger name made me feel younger. Prettier. Like the dress did. Anyway. I was there to see her. You would have loved her. She was a limeblood, yes, and a hectic sort. Her primary job at the time was being a communications line. A living telegram machine, effectively. Except the machine was sapient. The machine understood. The machine remembered who sent what, who lied, who begged, who sent orders with trembling hands, and who quietly changed three words in a transmission because three words were enough to save a life. Or end one. So she was always on edge. Always listening. Always a thousand steps ahead of me, especially that night. She led our dance. She whispered under her breath. I suppose I should explain the event. It was called the Limelight. A grand showcase of limeblood societal and cultural impact across Alternia. Art, music, engineering, theater, medicine, historical contributions, all polished up and placed beneath expensive glass. Excessively bankrolled, too. Especially by the Empire. It was supposed to ease tensions between the Empire and the Limebloods. A ruse, naturally. But a good ruse. It got some butts in seats. It got cameras pointed at limebloods without rifles attached to them. It got highbloods smiling at exhibits they would have ordered burned a perigee earlier. It got officials to say words like preservation and unity and heritage while standing close enough to the truth that it could have bitten them. And oh, she hated it. Not loudly. Loud hatred gets catalogued. Loud hatred gets vanished. She hated it with her teeth together. She hated it while smiling. She hated it while taking my hand and turning me beneath light so bright I could see every seam in the lie. “You look pretty,” she told me. I told her she looked dangerous. She laughed like I had given her the better compliment. There was music playing. Some old lime arrangement dressed up with imperial strings, made respectable for the people who needed beauty to wear a collar before they could admire it. I remember the floor. White stone, polished badly. I remember the banners. Green, gold, and enough purple to remind everyone who had paid for the evening. I remember the smell of hot lights and incense and old fear hiding underneath perfume. Mostly, I remember her hand on my waist. She leaned close and said, “Do not react.” So I did not. That was how I knew something was wrong. She kept smiling. She kept leading. She kept murmuring numbers under the music. Not words. Numbers. Frequencies. Gate timings. Drone rotations. Evacuation intervals. I was old enough, even then, to understand when a dance was not a dance. The Limelight was not a celebration. It was a map. Every exhibit hall was a checkpoint. Every performance was timed to cover movement. Every speech drew attention away from an exit. Every server, musician, courier, technician, and underpaid little usher with lime eyes was part of something larger than the Empire had paid for. And there I was. In my dress. Feeling young and beautiful and terribly, terribly late to the point. She squeezed my hand once. That meant listen. She squeezed twice. That meant remember. Then she smiled at some imperial attaché over my shoulder and said, soft as silk, “When the lights go out, Anikah, you go left.” I asked her what would happen if I went right. Her smile did not change. “Then I will have to forgive you posthumously.” Funny girl. Awful girl. Wonderful girl. The lights did go out. Not all at once. They dimmed in sections, like eyelids closing around the room. First the western gallery. Then the mezzanine. Then the main hall, where the great imperial sponsor plaque stood shining above a display of limeblood innovations the Empire had spent generations pretending did not exist. For one breath, everyone was beautiful in the dark. Then the screaming started. Not from the limebloods. That is what I remember most. They moved with such calm. Such practice. Such bitter, rehearsed grace. While the guests panicked, they slipped between them like messages through wire. I went left. Of course I went left. I was vain, not stupid. Still, I looked back. She was standing in the middle of the floor, her hand raised to her ear, listening to something only she could hear. Then she looked at me. Even through the dark, I knew she was smiling. That was the last time I saw her alive. Or, well. Alive in the simple way. You learn, after long enough, that life has categories. Official life. Practical life. Remembered life. Life as a name on a document. Life as a voice in a wire. Life as a girl in a dress, being told where to run by another girl who already knows she is not going to. I survived that night. A lot of us did. More than the Empire intended. Fewer than she wanted. That is usually how heroism works, I think. Nobody gets what they want. A few people get what they need. The dead get turned into symbols, and the survivors get very tired. I kept the dress. Not because it was pretty, though it was. I kept it because there was a tiny burn along the hem from where a drone bolt struck the floor beside me. I kept it because one sleeve was torn where someone grabbed me and I pulled away. I kept it because, for a few minutes, I had been young again. And because she saw me that way. Not as a relic. Not as a contract. Not as a useful dead woman with paperwork problems. A girl. Anikah Cikuto. Pretty in a dress. Running left when told. #cw-death #cw-political-violence #cw-imperial-violence #cw-limeblood-persecution #cw-massacre-implied #cw-grief #cw-trauma #cw-survivor-guilt #cw-violence-mention
1/3 file cabinets. Took longer than expected. Can't say it wasn't appreciated, and won't say it wasn't a slog. May as well not say a damn thing, actually. 4/5 corners. Wallpaper's peeling in the forth corner. 1/3 tables. Moved my radio. Should be in a better position for the jazz hour. #clickhunt
Whoever the gent is, he's got good taste.
[⚙︎ Back to work, back to work! Least I got a new mixtape. 8:V ⚙︎]
Yay!!!!
((Image references for the germophobic jellyfish. Idk why but I can't pin the original and intended pinned post so we are reposting. OC fun facts time: - She/her pronouns, 5'3, 125lbs. - Her name comes from Pelagia Noctiluca, The scientific name for the Mauve Jelly which is likewise bioluminescent. - This is my oldest OC officially on the platform in terms of when they were first made. - Pelagi is a MASSIVE germophobe who completely believes that touching AIR will result in contracting a horrible, deadly disease. Anyone who has touched the air is therefore infected. Her Jellysuit is full of water so that she can leave the ocean without ever being exposed. - Anywhere you see dark freckles on her body, those spots are bioluminescent. She can control when her spots glow or not, but high emotions can sometimes make them go off on accident. She has enough control over this to create cuttlefish-like flashing/rippling patterns across her body. If it is too bright out to see the pattern, it just looks like the freckles expand and get paler, contract and get darker, repeat. Page may contain NSFW and violent content. Just FYI, her face and fins aren't the only places she has bioluminescent spots. https://i.postimg.cc/yY2yk8S1/suittupdate.png https://i.postimg.cc/Zn9kT51Y/pelagiupdate.png https://i.imgur.com/n8sGmth.png https://i.imgur.com/gPxIJks.png https://i.imgur.com/MDot40G.png Flashing lights warning for the gif, mild it's not very fast at all. https://i.imgur.com/QmbaW4E.gif This ref will probably be replaced with a better one in the future, I threw this together pretty fast.
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Old characters I made several years ago with a friend of mine. The miserable king of a kingdom of bald purrbeasts, and the prince of the neighboring short-furred purrbeast kingdom that he has become betrothed to for the sake of strengthening the ties between lands. The prince was a manipulative little shit, but still managed to break through the kings jaded exterior, and the king was able to prevent the prince from indulging his self-destructive tendencies. That friend no longer exists, but they would be happy to see their character again from wherever the dead go, I'm sure. https://64.media.tumblr.com/612b942ad81d5fd9a3be81e7571b0ba9/ddaaf840f23555e2-3e/s1280x1920/c80ccc0e017c1c06748cf058e2467c9dd050552d.png
(( i check back at chittr for the first time in a week (ive been active in dms, and dms alone), and all i see is this.... i love yall, sidenote: im not back fully, im just gonna scroll and follow people i havent followed yet, because thats a reputation i fuck with! {r} https://file.garden/aeblf4tN8glaOLvY/screencaps/99fuckingNotifs.png {r}
its a powerful metaphor im so fucking unironic when i say that
DQ was a standup guy. Everyone knew that. Only folks with anythin' against him were top shelf crooks. Here's hopin' they get what's comin' to em.
[⏺️📶📈] So, I guess that makes it about time for us to go to the weather. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZH6e-YLyDg
[⏺️📶📈] I heard an intern got atomized and I got very concerned about some of my coworkers for a second. Thank god most events around here don't happen at night.
But the *message* was vague. There's more than one way to vaguepost.
I guess I'm getting vagueposted by the goddamn radio now.
I'm gonna forget again.
[⏺️📶📈] Another day another bloodletting. At least when I do it for ritual purposes the wound heals overnight without leaving a scar.
Caravan! Oh, vvha† a deligh†! Thank you!
you §hould pu† on §ome buddy rich §ome†ime. oh -- i love buddy rich'§ vvork §o much.
incredible. dazzling gui†ar, vvi†h a li††le bi† of piano †o accompany †hi§ deliciou§ picking. good §†uff.
[⏺️📶📈] Hi Chittr. It's going to reach about 92 Fahrenheit, 22% humidity, with only wispy clouds and the occasional dust devil today in Night Vale. And there's a planned road closure on my usual walking route to work, so I'm cutting through the Ralphs parking lot.
classic sunday night out in the woods just me, the rake, and terezi
>>| there's .a lot .of new music genres .in this nights, but jazz for me .is .unbeatable. classic too.
(\ /) ..d'aww. i wasn't expecting this. but i'll be sure to hand a request over someday.(´꒳`)♡
Trøłł Frank Sinatra was right: it IS quite the kick in the head.
[⏺️📶📈] Like sure you could just "look the weather up" but we provide a service that is infrequent, harder to understand, and musical in nature. So obviously better.
[⏺️📶📈] Good night, Night Vale, good night. God what a long shift.
I found a place where I'm not alone Tore down the gates, took all my pain and made a weapon You know I could take you somewhere, oh Stranger than Heaven~ #lyricposting
[⏺️📶📈] Oh, lovely. I'll have to listen to this after the Good Night call goes out and the station switches to auto.
Ah! And you're playing my request too! Ha ha! I'm starting to feel like I'm using up all my luck for the day! Thank you so much!
Ha ha...I can't believe they actually bought the ad space! I'm a real big fan so I heard this alongside everyone else! It was a surprise, but I'll certainly say I stand by with this message! And please, thank you everyone working at K2E1 for the ad space!
I'm going to express some choice opinions about Pamela Winchell really quick.
Out of the three currencies of midnight City, spondulicks remain my preferred. There is a functionally infinite source of the other two. But spondulicks are carefully minted midnight Much more stable. Much harder to massively devalue with massive payment mspostgame windfalls. Ty,City currency.
So why did you have to make it sexual? Lets examine that about ourselves.
Tonight's Numbers - 42 - 904 - 81 - 88 - 76 - 50 - 279 - 1
I'm so fucking tired (emotional)
((oh i'm very VERY aware of how much people just love art. it's why i feel so silly playing a character i'm struggling to justify hanging out with others so i could draw them together... maybe he's just making young hip friends and i can talk about what he's learned? DMS scare me so freaking much but i should jump in them..))
(( THIS IS A VERY good point. I love that idea, im not sure how much of an artist Mark Twain was but THIS guy only draws...we'll see if he draws as good as me at the start or just draws doodoo for the bit ))
Tonight's numbers - 14 - 39 - 82 - 90 - 662 - 71 - 11 - 5
Tonight's numbers - 777 - 26 - 348 - 9 - 13 - 5 - 701 - 452
==> Question 11, from @midnightJazzfm : Do you like Jazz? ==> My music tastes are definitely eclectic, but I wouldn't deny something from The Dave Brubeck Quartet, or even Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra- ah, I've linked music from the latter. Ask me anything~
Fin★l one for now. @midnightJ★zzfm ★sks "Do you like j★zz?" It's fine, I typic★lly prefer more ★ggressive music but j★zz isn't b★d. #★sksylinkprot★h
Mmmnh.
Not to quote RENT or anything, but. There's only us. There's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today. #lyricsposting
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Tonight's numbers - 882 - 95 - 0 - 21 - 55 - 68 - 150 - 8 Yesterday's numbers were tragically lost due to arson.
He ehehe.. I have good music taste... Heheehe
Oh!.. Wwow! I'm gglad my recommendation helped inspire.. I'll keep it up :)
great one today midnight city jazz thank you for this
Band.. Recommendation. Ffor today. Daily band recommendation. I should make a tag for that . Quasimode. They're a four-piece jazz band. Rreally smooth sound. I'd recommend their album Oneself Likeness. Rreally good. Uhm. That is all #DailyBandRecommendation
Tonight's numbers - 81 - 46 - 23 - 782 - 125 - 90 - 65 - 99 Yesterday's numbers were, unfortunately dear listeners, never real.
so long and thanks for all the kris, now would you use your beam assist... #musicposting kind of
such a classic.
c< daMN, its a baNger, iM glad 2 Hear yOu always gOt gOOd tracKs ON lOcK >c
#listeningnowv #romance https://openspotifycom/track/3mvwpue8ynvw9sifvwfixsjfx?si=wvxpm2l85rfcaui91vwmndpg
(\ /) [ it's another audio file. ] [ more jazz music and calmer ambience with a soft overlay of static. there's the sound of the cutting of some fabric, before the shears are set aside. "are you just waiting for me to do something 'interesting' again?" a pause. with a huff, Leveret seems to stand up, walking across the room and fidgeting with a radio of sorts. (cue: Jitterbug Waltz from Bioshock 2.) there's another sound of footsteps- heavier ones- that come closer, as does a gruffer, more gentlemanly voice: ??? : "So! Hows progress?" LEV : "...fine, i guess. just wish my hands weren't so shaky." ??? : "Well.. for what it's worth, i think it's going quite swimmingly so far!" Leveret stifles a laugh, before seeming to move back across the room. ??? : "You are certainly taking a much more properly spiffy approach to this, though. Not that i dont like it- it just makes me all the more jealous!" LEV : "of what?" ??? : "That i wont be able to come with you! Considering, ah..." A pause. LEV : "...right. because of- (sigh) well, maybe next time? i'll- i'll host something." there's some more shuffling of feet about the space for a moment before the other voice speaks up again; ??? : "You dont happen to plan on... dancing during this masked menagerie, do you?" LEV : "i mean, i- i've thought about it. kind of. considering i didn't get the chance to at the gala-" there's a sweep of movement, some stumbling of footsteps as the music swells back into focus, before Leveret lets out a startled bark of a laugh. LEV : "what are you doing-?" ??? : "Itd be a shame for you to hit the dance floor all rusty my friend! I may not be able to see my phantom in action, but that doesnt mean i dont get to see him at all now, does it?" Leveret laughs again despite an attempt to stifle it; their tone has changed to be much softer. slowly, the shuffling of feet starts up again- dancing along to the music. this lingers for a while, before the tape recording comes to an end on its own. ]
If u do not lizten to muzic like, every day, then you are NOT normal ( ´-｀)
(\ /) [ it's an audio file. ] [ surprisingly, it opens a lot calmer. just the distant train ambience, soft static, and something else. a very brief "You're listening to..." before the audio artifacts some. it resettles back into jazz music shortly after. pencil scratches sound for a few minutes, before coming to a stop. there's a tired sigh, and soon the sound of the recorder being dragged across the floor before being clicked off. ]
i forgot boat this yesterday and i kno its a sim dont be a bitch this for shit n giggles S)(OTOUT TO MY S-ECR-ET SPONSORS in tha hunger games couldnt done it without ya
cannot stress enough: you GOTTA have freedom.
Good evening, my friends! An early start for me today. I hope to share some beautiful sights with you soon. For now, another poem — this one always reminds me of a young man I once knew. A haiku composed in grief by the great Chiojo: “Dragonfly catcher, How far have you gone today In your wandering?”
hehehe, awesome. this one is a ride!
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names And he decides who to free and who to blame Everybody won't be treated all the same There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down When the man comes around :)
thank you midnight city jazz. big fan of your work
hello midnight city jazz could i request the best is yet to come thanks
yeah thats the shit
Start spreading the news. He's chitting today.
a certified banger
thank you so much to everyone who attended #abcc's #yaoinight #watchparty! 0v0 we are all changed and bonded deeply now #getin @carbolicGalvanologist thank you especially for letting me take the wheel tonight! (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, yaoi, mlm, bl, mignon, #nsfw,the spittle, #episode12, humans are shaped like that, archive rating: E) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/beac763206f6.png
~~(__^·> anon says <·^__)~~ "I don't know if my matesprit and i have a future. I love her, she loves me, but one day we will need to separate, and i will need to choose either my work which she cannot support me on, or her work that i cannot support her on. For now we have love, but, what happens after this fleeting moment. Am i a terrible matesprit for not wanting to throw my life away for her, even if I'm unsure on my current life path? I feel like, she thinks she will convince me over time, and that i am a project to her, one she must fix... I do not know if i like the feeling very much" ~~(__^·> sometimes, love is for now <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> love is the present and nothing more <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> its okay to know one day it will be put to rest but dwelling on it will leave you at a grave yet to be dug <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> it sounds like everyone is equally at fault here, dear <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> dont beat yourself up about it <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> love is more complicated than saying you love them, its mutual support, mutual sacrifice, turning away from your beliefs to keep loving them but some things arent worth risking life over love, especially for us trolls <·^__)~~ ~~(__^·> love her while you have her and mourn her when you leave her, never before, always after <·^__)~~ https://forms.gle/WSQ2PP7NU8PJsEeH7
(( I will post this OOC- last call for those who wish to get into my 10k kult/100 follower milestone raffle. Two winners will have their choice of art drawn, by me. <3 Barrier to entry: Be my follower, and have been active within the last week, (and do not have my blocked b/c you can still follow someone and have them blocked.) I'm finally at my computer and able to input my list into a randomizer. ))
peanut returns the world is healing no one tell it about #trollbroma
Pretty Please~
[REPEAT CHITT: 2/3 WARNINGS.] THIS IS AN EMERGENCY MEETING OF THE ADORABLOODTHIRSTY CINEMASSACRE CLUB. #ABCC #WATCHPARTY WELL, NOT REALLY. BUT IT *IS* WITH VERY LITTLE WARNING. BECAUSE I DECIDED TO DO THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW. SPUR OF THE MOMENT. CULL ME ABOUT IT, FUCK YOU. TONIGHT, WE WILL BE WATCHING: "I'M HERE," A SHORT FILM BY TROLL SPIKE JONZE. ROBOTS. ROMANCE. CASTEIST ALLEGORY. TROLL ANDREW GARFIELD. THIRTY MINUTES OF HONEST, PUSHER-WRENCHING GOLD THAT WOULD MAKE EVEN A CYBERNETIC HUSK OF METAL BLUSH. HTTPS://HYPERBEAM.COM/I/T6ATORKT IN THE INTEREST OF SAVING MY TYPESTUBS SOME EFFORT, I WILL STRAIGHT-UP COPYPASTE THIS CHITT AT LEAST THREE MORE TIMES. THAT'S THE BEST I'LL DO. BE THERE. OR DON'T.
(\ /) maybe i should have a station in Midnight City.
Loving this radio station! Never mind the fact that it just started playing on my phone without warning!
Thank you all down at the station for the tight turnaround on ad space. You were lovely to work with.
sorry everyone for missing out on most of #megidomay so far! it just wouldnt feel right to celebrate with @archiveAddict practically dying in bed! among other things ive been busy with ive been trying to spoil her whenever i get the chance so hopefully shes through the worst of it but just in case be sure to raise your hands in the air and give her your energy! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/dbc4991a8cf9.png
#nOwplqyIng https://OpEn.spOtIfy.cOm/trAck/7prvgmvAfmUbl7kz0IxnjO?sI=cAzdxjnptswAkdg7pql7sq It rEmInds mE Of hEr :)
.) SQrry I've been pQsting the #RaeList at irregular times, sQmetimes it's, like, super hard tQ think Qf what sQng I want tQ share when I have sQ many! But this sQng is called Sing GQQd, and, um... It makes me feel things! Like, it really speaks tQ me, and what I want tQ dQ as an artist. )) .) https://www.yQutube.cQm/watch?v=kVael41xx5g ))
goregle who is zebruh codakk and why is everyone mad at him
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i wear my svnglasses a+ nigh+, so i can so i can.
the horrors persist but i stay siLLLLy ✨✨
Tokyo Active NEETs, "Hell is where you make it"? 👉👈