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GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒈ — @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But I’m also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it ✕✕✕! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I DON’T KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill ⒎ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (I’ll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe There’s a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying it’s hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. It’s a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevna’s case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. It’s only a given when you’re in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (⒈) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevna’s worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) It’s easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old ♥r) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesn’t want to lose more than she has already. She ✎s autobiographies that AREN’T entirely Autobiographies. They’re memories framed as such. They’re a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, they’re a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (⒈) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesn’t become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all you’ll ever be. The limit has been reached, and it’s nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling ↑. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a → to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isn’t her fault——she was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (⒈) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. It’s in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have ← leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. It’s all layers ↑on layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious you’re not OK. After all, where’s the joy in being ✕ED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that you’re at peace with what happened, but you’re not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. You’re harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to 🗨 to. People that weren’t forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the → place for that. But in the end, it’s your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When you’re the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Space’s poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋0 — @raucousJabberer Wyatte Vhance WARNING!! Hi (#conjecture!) Tonight, I am Being A Man. I don’t know whether I LIKE OR DISLIKE THIS ARTWORK, but here it is, front and center, for your gaze. I thought of just telepathically spawning this in the mind of whoever reads this. (I can’t do that, but I wish!) The outfit was a work of CREATIVE LIBERTY ON MY END, but you must forgive me——I have a maximum of five (⒌) distinct outfits in my wardrobe. And one (⒈) of them is a giant goose costume. It’s not going to Look Great. But I digress! We haven’t even GOTTEN TO THE CHORUS (Psychoanalysis) YET! Yes, I said this JUST for the music pun. SO WHAT! It’s FUNNY!!! Anywhomst, let’s Take A Gander at Wyatte Vhance! (CROWD CHEER!!!) (Can I Get An Autograph) (He Said No) (She Said Yes) (They Said Maybe?) (Me Said Make ↑ Your Mind) Wyatte is lightpushered and fun, living for the party and seeking the THRILL irrespective of the shape this comes in. On the surface, he takes to Chittr like a public diary, sharing confection slices worth of his life in varying layers and HEALTHY doses of humor. His platform is extended for other peoples’ perusal, beckoning music makers and listeners alike to interact. Such is the WAY OF CHITTR, but a lot of these attempts are FRUITLESS. For someone (⒈) of Wyatte’s ilk, it takes a toll on you. He is a trying troll. He leads a life surrounded by music. His passion helps him get by in life. Research shows that music has the power to EMOTIONALLY REGULATE people, whether it’s listening to songs on your playlist or strumming/pressing/playing a co↑le EAR-PLEASING CHORDS. Making music itself is a non-pharmacological tool, paving the way for CATHARSIS and the release of dopamine, prompting that ‘FEEL GOOD’ sensation. Music, for Wyatte, can arguably serve as a safe space, whether this be making new albums as an Indie Artist or performing it to hear the cheers of other people. In some cases, it can even serve as a SOCIABILITY INDICATOR and ADAPTIVE COPING STRATEGY. The former is contingent on mood, as is everything else, but Wyatte uses music as an endeavor for CONNECTION. His greatest hobby is also his strongest bridge to other people. Ideally, the concept of music in one’s (⒈’s) life can be broadened into something MORE——noise. The pleasure of Activity: learning a new instrument, taking substances at a party, moving and moving until you are felled from exhaustion. Wyatte can’t live without it, without the presence of other people, his own music, because one’s (⒈’s) most disturbing company is the mind. It’s undeniable that Wyatte CRAVES that noise——any kind of stimulation, good or bad——because he struggles to regulate himself in times of solitude. Without proper reminder, he may go hours without tending to his needs. It’s inherently self-destructive, but times where he does so deliberately are seldom. Wyatte can’t help it. His wants OVERPOWER HIS NEEDS; there is little else that can emotionally regulate him. He wants to lay in the arms of other people as his mind doesn’t give him that safety. Wyatte chases CONTROL of his life. When you’re under the figuratiliteral limelight, everyone (⒈) is watching your every move. It becomes a stressor on one’s life. The feeling of being MADE to perform is sickening to him. That is to say, AGENCY is among the strongest ideals to him, where his choices are his own. But psychologically, agency can be separated into four (⒋) pillars: Intentionality (the want to do it), Forethought (contingency planning), Self-reactiveness (motivation to do it), and Self-reflection (evaluating yourself, your capacity). Wyatte carries intention in almost everything he does, or at least manages a pretence of such. But his biggest issue lies in the reliance of OTHER PEOPLE, which slowly diminishes this structure of agency. It becomes paradoxical, almost, to want to make your own decisions but struggle to operate on your own. However, he needs this CONNECTION to function, not because we are inherently social creatures, but because the hearth of his core is a dying fire. It is cold, and he is afraid. Wyatte enjoys being cared for by his s↑port system, being comforted as it’s the core to his safety. He may be CODEPENDENT on them. At his best, he is affectionate and dedicated, and at worst, he can be overbearing and high-maintenance. It’s not his fault. I’m not one (⒈) to place Diagnoses on People, especially since I am NOT CERTIFIED to do so, but these are telltale signs of (perhaps chronic) Depression, the subtlest form of suffering. Having depression for so long makes it blend into your life. At that point, it becomes difficult to distinguish true comfort from a prolonged spell of happiness. This behavior likely stems from a lack of proper care in his life or having one’s foundation lean dependently on other people’s. Your only sin is how deeply you ♥. I think you may have an ANXIOUS or FEARFUL ATTACHMENT TO PEOPLE, to LIFE OVERALL, and that’s COMPLETELY OK. There are times where you want to live until your pusher bursts, and others where you want to become nothing. A constant push and pull. You are ↑ in arms with yourself. All you need is patience, kindness to yourself, and allowing yourself to communicate with others. It’s obvious you are trekking the path to the BETTERMENT YOU SEEK, but please know that improvement is gradual, and sometimes too quiet to notice. Your posts show me you have been getting there: slowly, staggeringly, eventually. After all, the best songs die out repeating the main refrain. Healing never had a chorus. Healing never had a chorus. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: ROGUE OF TIME? Clings desperately to whatever/whoever he has. Dislikes idleness and feeling out of control. Fears inevitability and definitiveness. All things must come to an end and he may never be ready for that. But that brings all the more time to appreciate the present.) MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO HE SAID SHE SAID WYATTE VHANCE, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! *cool outro plays* P.S. S↑PORT HE SAID SHE SAID. INDIE MUSICIANS DESERVE MORE ♥♥♥! #gandertag #blindpanic #ribbit
At a young age I always knew I wanted to grow ↑ and become some kind of insane person.
Guess what Beast I'd be you guys!
So long doesn't have to mean Goodbye. It could also be a compliment for a Snake. (Or an Eel. Wink! @abyssalAttachment)
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒐ — @lovwerBoy Saturn (THE Saturn) WARNING: I’ve separated this post into two (⒉) sections. The latter will be entering some PRESUMPTUOUS TERRITORY, so heed the warning when it comes. You’ll KNOW when you see it. But what guy wouldn’t want to Hear More About Himself? Winking Emoticon! (B;o]) (No seriously please be careful) I think this guy’s platform cursed me with something because as I was writing this I could NOT stop humming The Smiths. Specifically THIS song: https://youtu.be/cJRP⒊LRcUFg Can you blame me? He PRACTICALLY exudes this energy! (Anything from Sade too. And The Long Faces. And, OK, you Get The Point.) Anyway, there’s a LOT to unpack here——that veritable (literal) WARNING SIGN of a badge should’ve given that away——so let’s Take A Gander at Saturn! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD CHEERS EVEN LOUDER) (Some guy says Hear Me Out) (We all nod in approval) i. SKIN TO SKIN OK. Let’s get one (⒈) thing straight. Saturn is Eccentric. He knows what he is, what he wants, and the means to get them. He is a SWEET-🗨ER, tongue coated in silver, and he knows his ways around a person. He is charmingly young at heart (pusher), because why pamper Life's Complexity when the leather runs smooth? A core ideal of his is a desire to abandon deep, complex thinking and simply enjoy the immediate, s↑erficial pleasures life brings to your doorstep. That is to say, he lives an indulgent life. It could be because it’s easier to LIVE ON THE SURFACE than dwell in the deep end. More on this shortly. He knows the → things to say and when to say them, well-versed in the craft of PEOPLE; a prefix: people-pleasing, people-pandering, people-makingthemfeellikehot[HONK]. But there are attempts for kindness in those dulcet tones. The difference is whether he truly FEELS FOR THEM. You can call that COGNITIVE Empathy, the capacity to take perspectives. It’s a league distinct from EMOTIONAL Empathy, the power to viscerally feel FOR people. That difference becomes obvious when you watch the nature of his relationships——they have a Limit until they become intrusive, until a person shows they’ve an AX TO GRIND, maybe. He HATES the feeling of people getting too close, so he brings his boundaries ↑. This is misconstrued as snappiness, frustration. In truth, it’s rehearsed. He’s trying to survive the only way he knows how to. And that means closing himself ↑ until you’re JUST SATURN and not the face the algorithm rewards for being so detested in the eyes (bulbs) of other people. He struggles to form connections that feel genuine. He can’t help but think everyone is HOLLOW, that people only act to get what they want, and that one (⒈) can never truly be genuine. A lot of this thinking stems from an EMOTIONAL DISCONNECT from other people——even himself. When people get too close, his mind is disturbed, overactive amygdala triggered, and he ★ts to push people away. Saturn wants to make his friendships and relationships MEAN SOMETHING, but the mismatch between the COGNITIVE AND EMOTIONAL makes it difficult to feel comfortable in the presence of vulnerability. On one (⒈) hand (prong), he knows he can never reciprocate the feelings others give to him, and on the other he does not want to because he cannot pour his trust in another again. People can be nice to him, and he can be nice back, but to expect anything more would be putting faith in ♥ he frankly cannot reciprocate. He’s afraid to trust, but that’s not his fault. WEEWOO WEEWOO ALARM! ALARM!! (CROWD SCREAM IN HORROR!) This next section discusses THE AFTERMATH OF CHILDHOOD TRAUMA. I don’t go into TOO much detail, but Please Peruse Carefully! Or scroll ↓ to the bottom to see my ✁e little guy blablablaing. (That’s me, if you even care.) ii. MIND THE HEART Saturn is deeply fragmented as a person. Burdened with an intense trauma that likely stems from the way he was raised, he struggles to grapple with his core identity. A chunk of his frustration comes from the fact that the question to who he is is one (⒈) that may never be satisfyingly answered. He is only flamboyant and playful because a part of him knows he’s hardly anybody without the stage lights shining ↓ on him. Everything you do online and in real life is a CONSCIOUS PERFORMANCE. The only reason why I know he has childhood trauma is because he posts about this online. (I could have gone without knowing how he ended ↑ this way. This is conjecture, but this behavior is likely rooted in a CRAVING FOR SYMPATHY. Many folks on the internet spill their hearts (pushers) out for that sake, but to go the extra mile to let people know your story, especially in Saturn’s case, is a pity plea. A part of Saturn WANTS people to know he has suffered, if only to bring them closure to WHY he’s like this way. Saturn reveals that unsightlyness, all the UGLY BITS, mainly to deter people. It’s a protective measure, going back to his ATTACHMENT AND TRUST ISSUES. No one (⒈) will deign to show their vulnerability if you showtell them you aren’t a great person, not even a good one, and that’s something Saturn uses to his advantage. Ultimately, the issue begins in the way he was raised. So I ask you, reader, what happens when your life is turned into a warzone? You split into millions of splinters. As a product of his ↑bringing, Saturn doesn’t like to be perceived as OLD. More than that, he loathes the idea of feeling paternal or being pushed into the position of a FATHER FIGURE. He can’t stand being in the same virtual airspace as a Dualscar because the one (⒈) that raised him destroyed his hope in the world. Even more, he HATES the idea of being associated with him. It’s why he clings to his Humanity like a lifeline. But it’d be TOO SIMPLE to belabour his Daddy Issues until we’ve reached the end of this psychofandango. The real problem here is one (⒈) of LABELS AND EXPECTATIONS. Saturn wants to be Saturn. He wants to define himself, but maturing was never the same as healing. The self-deprecation isn’t scrubbed away once you choose a new name and run as fast as you can from yourself. The very nature of his mind has been modelled after the ♥ he never received. He is a man suffering from indignity. He doesn’t try to hide this: the days have made him grow bitter. You notice layers ↑on layers of ANGER, not only because he’s been ✕ed so many times, but because he has no healthy outlet to express himself. His coping mechanisms, premised on frustration, unravel a deep, trembling, almost childlike fear. He cannot feel COMFORTABLE IN HIS SKIN because he was never given the opportunity to grow into it. This is the fallout from that. I’ll keep this short. I’ve already 🗨ed a lot, A LOT about things you’ve already come to terms with. You’re not JUST a son, you’re not JUST a wanderluster, a music entrepreneur, you’re not JUST a ♥rboy. But you’re not JUST SATURN, either. You are a collection of your experiences, your pain, your emotions, your intellect. Your self-schema is something to behold and clench your fists in simultaneity. You do a lot of thinking and self-reflection (as much as that viscerally irks you), but have you noticed how you’ve become the person who would have saved you? You’ve had your ↑s and ↓s in staggering epochs, but healing was never s↑posed to be linear. You keep going, not out of obligation, because the even the smallest part of you WANTS to live. Maybe it's out of spite, or out of WANT, but it amounts to something great. You’re allowed to live loud, messy, imperfectly, because that’s the gift of being human (slash troll). Please don’t forget you’re also allowed to ♥ and be ♥d, genuinely. It will take time, and patience, but this isn’t the end. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT(S): TWO (⒉) OPTIONS. BARD OF HOPE?: Saturn shadows RAGE. He is easy to frustrate, and even easier to perturb. His worldview has been skewed into believing this is all he could ever be. Allows others’ HOPES to be destroyed from the idea that he can’t be more than what they expect. This isn’t the end of his story, and bards aren’t bound to their destruction but their capacity to enable/stop it. THIEF OF HOPE?: Saturn reaps HOPE from the likes of others to satisfy a ravenous part of himself. Saturn is a product of his circumstances. He steals only because he has none to give. Craves the spotlight but doesn’t know how to healthily receive it. He is not a bad person, only a trying one. This isn’t the end of his story, and thieves aren’t bound to their cruelty but their tenuous ego.) Between you, me, and the reader, the only reason why I took so long to ✎ this was because I was too busy fanboying over him. PLEASE FOLLOW SATURN, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #thesmiths #thischarmingman #freakingouttheneighborhood #coolbasshere #bassliketheinstrument #notthefish #okwhatever #honk
Whenever I see a Big Brand advertise with Generative AI, I think I die inside a little bit.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒏ — @germicidalManiac Pelagi Noctil Plume (plural: plumes) – AN UMBRELLA TERM encompassing any niduses of infection. Think a muddy puddle, dust particles emanating from a construction site, the moisture of a cough flung alarmingly close to your skin. We are NOT 🗨ing about squawkbeast feathers, people! Do Not Make My Mistake. Anyway. *in narrator voice, imagine a French accent* Ah… the Sea. So fascinating, so wonderful. We know more about space than what lies beneath these depths. Your average seadweller knows only slightly more than you do. We have yet to fully appreciate the diversity of Beasts swimming where it’s wetter. Take this ♥ly specimen, for example——the JELLYFISH. They come in ALL SORTS OF FLAVORS: clear (water), purple (water), blue (water), pink (pepto bismol). They can even GLOW——it has been estimated that fifty (⒌0) percent of our jellyfiends are BIOLUMINESCENT! Such luminescence is used in a VARIETY OF WAYS! (Seriously, it is AWESOME!) Their physiology focuses on MINIMALIST SURVIVAL TACTICS, forgoing, well, just about EVERY REGULAR BODILY SYSTEM in favor of Lite Editions, ensuring it lives effectively as the ocean’s floater. As you can see, this jellyfish is… wait. What is… WHAT IS *THAT?!?!* *MAJESTIC AWESOME GOOSE DIVES ↓ AND EATS THE JELLYFISH AND THEN EXPLODES* (CROWD GASP!) WHAT THE [HONK]!!! MY DOCUMENTARY!!! That was NOT s↑posed to happen! … But. Um. OK. MOVING ON! Let’s Take A Gander at Pelagi Noctil! (CROWD CHEER!!!) The first thing you learn about Pelagi——besides the fact she is sweetly jellyfish themed, a CURIOUS IDIOSYNCRACY——is her intense aversion to the PLUMES. Pelagi’s fear is expressed almost CONSTANTLY on Chittr, warning those on land or sea about plumes, and reprimanding seadwellers for not taking due diligence in PREVENTABLE LANDISEASE. She has a habit of imposing her beliefs on other people, though it’s evident she does not intend to FEARMONGER or MANIPULATE. Rather, she carries an extreme worry for one’s (⒈’s) health. She is well-meaning, dedicated, and only trying to look out for the world in a way she is passionate about. Hygiene is important but her painstaking worry borders on OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVENESS, which has been determined to be of Psychological Origin rather than a biological particularity. On a biological scale, the pan creates a hyperbolic perception of disease and bacteria, elevating stress activity when posed with the thought of illness-conducive environments. Such a fear leads to the POTENTIALITY of exhibiting a host of symptoms, namely but NOT limited to: intrusive thoughts, constant safety-seeking mannerisms (wearing protective gear to prevent contact with air), and intense avoidance behaviors, all of which can be observed in Pelagi’s GENERAL DEMEANOR. Germaphobia (mysophobia is more clinically accurate to her case) can be distilled into a NEED TO STAY IN CONTROL of her surroundings. It's why the depths of the sea are All She Knows. However, to maintain total, unequivocal control means to reduce your worldview to all that you’re certain can be safe. People would argue that isn’t LIVING, but this is a lifestyle that Pelagi was not able to choose. Pelagi is haunted by the ILLUSION of overvulnerability, something which she KNOWS isn’t true, but it’s an ideology she is tethered to regardless. She can’t help it. She is trapped by her circumstances, her duties as a member of society and a victim of its mind. Her lifestyle is taut with interintrapersonal pressures, leaving LITTLE ROOM FOR ERROR, lest she be flung into a situation she can’t rein in——and that is her worst fear. It is as saddening as it is sympathizable. Though it is incredibly PROMINENT in her demeanor, to relegate Pelagi into what she fears most would be denying her the → to be a person. Above all else, she wants to be PERCEIVED not only as someone (⒈) to listen to but someone to understand. On Chittr, she has expressed her LIKES, HOBBIES, AND DESIRES. Pelagi is an artist in the making, indulgent and self-satisfying, and SENSITIVE to the works of the aquatic ecosystem, advocating for environmental protection and respect. She follows the laws of the body and society, revelling in her HIGH STATUS and attending to the needs of the Flesh whenever the duty calls for it. (If you Know What I Mean) Pelagi constantly admits that she is not the most socially apt person. There have been many occasions where she’s suffered a FAUX PAS (this means a misstep; yes I am still French), leading to many moments of awkwardness and embarrassment. She is the impressionable sort, often putting faith in others to learn new things. (Case in point: the Human Incident. Pelagi, you know the one.) Her worldviews are myopic but it’s abundantly clear she is learning to see beyond the METAPHORICAL JELLIHELMET and understand what’s beyond the depths. She has shown an OPENNESS to working around her social shelteredness, at times bending the laws of her cage to interact with broader society. This has been one of the FEW CASES where Chittr——or at least a DEDICATED GRO↑ OF CHITTRERS——has actively helped someone better assimilate to interacting with people, not only ONLINE but in the REAL WORLD. TO REITERATE: you are not your fears. You aren’t your pain, or the emotions that accompany that. You’re grappling with a life difficult to comprehend the qualia of. You’re a late bloomer to being a person. But I think Chittr is a good ★ting place to learn how to BE. Take the platform as you will: a learning experience, exposure therapy, maybe even a place where you can make LONG-TERM FRIENDS. The world is so much bigger than you believe, and a part of you knows there’s little to nothing stopping you, but the mind is your WORST ENEMY. (I Would Know!) Know that you have ALL THE TIME YOU NEED to adjust to everything, and there are people here willing to help you not only understand but find comfort. You may not ever break from your mysophobic tendencies, but I have the feeling that soon you will make the most out of it. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAID OF LIFE? Ruled over by her own life: her mind, her status, and her physiology. Lives a RIGID, UNFORGIVING SCHEDULE determined by the people around her. Always learning and trying. She is ★ting to break from her shell, which may eventually pave the way to a life she is truly happy with. ★ting is the operative here.) Can I glub legally now? GLUB. OK I did it. I ♥ you guys. FOLLOW PELAGI, SHOW HER TONS OF UNDERSTANDING AND APPRECIATION. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! Stay healthy! (P.S. I can’t wait to see the Medusa IN ACTION!) #gandertag #glub #jellyfish #underthesea #sealanddoggy #glub #honk!
GUYS, we Need To Enter our HOE phase: H – Happiness O - Over E - Everything
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒎ — @temptedAnoxia Tekras Iszovh MYSTERIOUS ANATOMY?! (#suggestive) Just kidding. THAT WAS ENGAGEMENT BAIT, I THINK. YOU’VE BEEN CAUGHT HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER INTO MY TRAP. NOW YOU’RE DOOMED TO READ ALL OF THIS! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! (Crowd Silence) (Leapfiend chirping) B:o] B:o[ … Let’s Take A Gander at Tekras Iszovh! (CROWD CHEER!) (CLANK) (CLANK) (CLANK) (Click click?) (Geiger Counter) (Are you still radioactive?) As stated by Tekras himself like a mantra, he is Not A Good Person. Nor does he want you to believe he is one (⒈). He is impassive, hypoempathetic, not the SAFEST ASSET IN THE TOOLBLOCK, but above all else, he KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING: working with machinery is as much a Passion as it is a Way of Life, dwelling in SPACE AND ALL, in the company of nothing but himself and his hive(ship)made robotics. And a guy in a tube, methinks. My interactions with Tekras have carried a DETACHED QUALITY, as though you’re invoking the Word of the Shadows for guidance. They’re reliable, but it doesn’t mean they’re looking out for you. I’m getting (purple) prosey: here’s the GIST. Tekras is s↑posedly ‘rude’, but his energy seems generally WEARY than anything. I don’t blame him—a brief look at his account shows that he’s got enough Personal Lore to feed an idle God. He’s frankly tired of all the Bull[HONK] he has to Put ↑ with. To boot, he’s conscious of the MOST UNBROACHABLE IDEAS EVER. I wouldn’t call it META AWARENESS as much as it is an acceptance that not everybody will be a Hero. He certainly knows he isn’t one (⒈). But in the words of A Wise, Faceless Person, you don’t have to be GOOD to be a Hero… oh, but what would I know? Anyway. He is an unabashed Deviant. He carries a dislike for highbloods (unless you’re BLUE or something, I Can’t Relate). His hesitance to request a Gander from Gander came from his sheltered interactions with the PURPLE CASTE. But really, all of that can be distilled into a dislike for any form of Oppressive Hierarchy, or any authority that CAN oppress. On that note, what I find interesting about Tekras is his unconcealed dislike for the members of our sibling society, Beforus. If I were to CONJECTURE, the behavior is not only due to the UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES OF HIS ALTERNATE SELF (killculling), but the restriction of that Agency for someone (⒈) on the lower end of the HEMOSPECTRUM. This is what’s known as PSYCHOLOGICAL REACTANCE—an emotional instinct for the unindoctrinated, and a knee-jerk reaction for the rebellious. In Tekras’ mind, the thought of being restricted in any shape or form creates AGGRESSION and a need to claim one’s (⒈’s) PERSONAL CONTROL. Existing is about choosing to live life YOUR way. This form of deviation is linked with a sense of AGENCY, a Theme that saturates the NATURE of Tekras’ posts. Everything must be done on his own accord in order to feel worthy of doing. In almost all circumstances, he trusts his gut over what others have to Offer. Despite it all, Tekras wants to and DOES make meaningful connections on Chittr. If not the former, the latter ends ↑ happening anyway. Friends, maybe quadmates, enemies (is that a doomed version of yourself? A horrorterror d↑licate? That guy is just Peter to me). All of this is his choice, and that’s what matters to him the most. This ultimately forms the basis of his CLASSPECT. More on that shortly! Tekras’ sleeping problem. This isn’t uncommon in the realm of the WORKAHOLIC (let’s face it, he looks to be among the most PRODUCTIVE on the platform), but this extends to an unhealthy coping mechanism—SOPOR, which is being worked on, much like a number of his s↑posed ‘Flaws’. RELIANCE on sopor to sleep additionally behaves as a general Mood Regulator, much like any consumers of an Addictive Substance. The issue only EXACERBATES IN ITS ABSENCE. After a while without consumption, it renders him Irritable and Even Less Friendly, the most telltale signs of WITHDRAWAL. Tekras cannot feel at his full capacity because, psychologically, his necessities have been tethered to how much sopor he can consume, how much of a say his DEPENDENCY has over his autonomous functionality. It’s hard to tell at first, but that nuance is Very Much Present. All of these factors at play circle back to a psychosomatic chronic exhaustion present in his demeanor. And that isn’t mentioning the EMOTIONAL FALLOUT FROM THE GAME. In his words, EVERY SESSION IS DIFFERENT. I can’t help but wonder: what might have happened in his to have caused such anguish to the psyche. What DOES his title mean to him? Has the story—the eventuality of becoming irredeemably bad—truly been set in stone? For a s↑posed VILLAIN (you’re a Prince), you Pose a lot of Potential to prevent your cruelty. You know this. Your power allows that, with the ✓ Fine Tuning of the rulebook. Destruction of DOOM constitutes EMANCIPATION FROM FATE. Maybe in some other universe or a windingly-infinite amount of them, you DID become the villain. But like everything else, that’s contingent on YOU. Villains cling to the definition of evil because they know that’s all they Can Be, that there’s quite literally Nothing Else there for them at this point. But as far as I can tell, you’re nothing like that; you’ve been provided ample opportunities to grow into something you can be proud of. You’ve paved the way to this position, from courier to spacefaring individualist. You’ve made it. (CONFIRMED CLASSPECT: PRINCE OF DOOM! That *checks script* isn’t *checks script* what I was *checks script* Expecting! Just kidding, I TOTALLY EXPECTED THAT. Here’s what this Says About Tekras: Princes SHADOW their opposite aspect. For a DOOM PLAYER, this means they behave more similarly to LIFE, the aspect representing growth, energy, and changing fate. He is, by most definitions, UNPREDICTABLE. A loose cannon, if you would. This rings TRUE in the general defectancy, distrusting the system in favor of what he can do to himself. Something something, NO ONE (⒈) CAN SAVE YOU BUT YOURSELF. He destroys systems, thus creating new opportunities for growth and for life. It is the act of burning the forest to usher in new, stronger plants and beasts. I didn’t want to give this part an unparenthesized paragraph, but deep, deep ↓, princes loathe who they are, no matter how under control or unerring they want to be seen as. Clearly this won’t be out→ STATED by Tekras himself, but you realize such, eventually. That he isn’t himself in a way that feels BELIEVABLE. He still has a lot of healing to do, but he’s well on his way.) So YEA. Tekras. Follow him! NOW! GO. I’M WATCHING YOU. I’ll see you on the next one! #gandertag #buildourmachine #leagueofdoom #candoomrunonspaceship
I keep opening and closing this app like a Fridge.
NEWS: P↑pies is been renamed to "Dog Larvae". Everyone (⒈) is Happy aboit this.
I got to do ANYTHING I WANTED with my Photoshoot Pictures. So I made This. ♥☺
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒍ — @algorithmCarnage CZ (His name is out there somewhere but I know better than to Breach his Privacy!) *dreaming harp sound effect* (I am back at schoolfeeding. I am five (⒌) sweeps old, young and unassuming. Tonight, they’re teaching us the worst craft to ever blight Alternia: Coding. C++, specifically. A torture method disguised as Procedural Animation. There are tens of hundreds of errors in my code and my attempts to fix them are ever so fruitless. Visual Studio casts phantom errors like shadows over me in a lapse of sanity: I check line sixty-five (⒍⒌) and it is tauntingly blank. "WHERE THE [HONK] IS THE MISTAKE?" The world is dancing and spinning mirthlessly in my panicked spell. I’m only seconds away from punching a hole through my husktop. Rivulets of sweat crawl ↓ my face, melting away any semblance of power I thought I could keep. But who said I was in control?) *wakes ↑ in a cold sweat* YIPE! WHAT A DAYMARE!! I think I need to 🗨 to my counseculler about this. Anyway, welcome back to THIS SERIES! Thanks for stopping by, BY THE BY, I really do appreciate it! Without FURTHER ADO, let’s Take A Gander at CZ! (CROWD CHEER!) (Let’s Get Gaming) (And By Gaming) (I Mean Gandering) (Tautology is My Middle MIDDLE Middle Name) From a cursory glance, CZ prides itself in being the CONTRARIAN SORT. A deviant who peruses the platform when Dreaddit isn’t Activating The Dopaminergic Neurons. Contrarians aren’t uncommon in the Online Realm, fostering complaintive attitudes that either rile the people ↑ or garner the assent of likeminded people. CZ usually makes these jabs at the world, whether this be about Technical or Living Inconveniences. Bitter might as well be a Substitute Six (⒍) letter Sobriquet given how much of the world and its residents has problems worth 🗨ing about. He is sardonic, but that can easily be ascribed to the CONFLICT he has with other people, whose unabashed demeanors clash with his apathetic front. In LAYTROLL’S TERMS, it Might Just Be a Little Hater. (CROWD GASP!) His demeanor is almost a pragmatic foil over Chittr’s PLATFORMAL FLIPPANCY. I’d like to call it a CONVERSATIONAL HUMBLER, but CZ is very susceptible to its own temper. A lot of that frustration can be boiled ↓ to whenever he isn’t being UNDERSTOOD the way he wants to. His COGNITIVE EXPECTATION being undermined by someone (⒈) who, say, can’t distinguish a LARPER from a POSER often leads to the same bouts of frustration it extends to the general VIRT↑OPULACE. It isn’t only because the subtexts should CLEARLY BE ACKNOWLEDGED HERE, but the fact that CZ prizes Fringy Thinking and Intellectual (Logical) Thought, adduced by its frequent #WTFAREYOUIDIOTSDOINGPOSTING. To an extent, this shows CZ to be SOCIALLY EGOCENTRIC, in which he prioritizes his General and Cognitive goals over positively engaging with the general audience. He is cold and self-oriented, operating on its own wavelength rather than conforming to the norms of other people. CZ is unmistakably desensitized and unafraid to speak his mind, making mentions of #cannibalism and #usingbloodasasubstitutetoink knowing it won’t have any lingering consequences (the opposite——people AGREE). This is only what crescendoes from being ONLINE for too long. You know too much and detach from those Paradigms that stop you from saying how fascinating the idea of FLESH REPURPOSING IS. (I’d ♥ to hear more about that, actually?) This way of posting is a double edged sword——at least, as far as wanting to stay under the radar goes. Perhaps he wants to keep it casual with the platform, but the act of complaining itself is a SOCIAL OUTREACH, a means for connection in and of itself. It pulls him from the shadows as much as it conceals him. He is constantly comparing himself to other people, negatively or positively, if only to feel better about HIS CURRENT SITUATION. Here lies a PARADOX: CZ has created a barrier strong enough to keep itself safe from pointed damage but advances in places where he knows he’ll be seen. For a purported spectator, a notable amount of NOT-SPECTATING (complaining) goes on. Trolls are inherently SOCIAL CREATURES: it is only an amount of time that the forum for AMPLIFYING ONE’S (⒈’s) voice is used to its fullest potential. This general behavior can be traced to a number of phenomena. The most obvious factor is the (Toxic) ONLINE DISINHIBITION EFFECT, a byproduct of virtually concealing oneself. The theory can be applied to JUST ABOUT ANYBODY, myself included! It detaches the individual from tangible consequences and thus allows the individual to navigate the online forum with LESS CARE THAN THEY WOULD IN A PUBLIC SETTING. Think of it as disguising yourself in a masquerade and then breaking every window in the vicinity. Who’s going to know it’s YOU? CZ makes the most out of its anonymity, placing itself in a position where he can make derisive commentary in accordance with the chaotic happenings of Chittr. Anonymous streak aside, you have made a name for yourself here. It’s a lot more than you bargained for. Your biggest flaw as a contrarian can be found in your motive. You use your voice. You constantly belie your backseat watching to ENGAGE WITH THE CROWD, making calculated jabs as a way to make yourself known. And before you realize it, you’ve already built a hive worth living in. You’ve (unintentionally) interacted with people, forged connections, created experiences with those who AGREE to your thinking. It’s a part of BEING SOMEBODY——moreover, someone (⒈) worth CARING ABOUT. It’s a wonderful feeling, albeit one you haven’t fully come to terms yet. Though I didn’t mention this (since I believe I’ve picked enough at you already), you appear to be the type to forgo your needs in the pursuit of your goals. Be sure to stay on top of that. You MATTER. (As much as you would never admit this, your annoyance is a begrudging posture of your appreciation——and existence. Your only sin is that being bitter is the only way you know how to live.) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAGE OF VOID? The morally gray sort. He knows how it feels to be irrelevant, a product of social status and a likely practical ↑bringing. Works the niche and esoteric as its field of interest believing it to be a place where it belongs. Profound and indiscernible. Revels in his SENSE OF ANONYMITY and understands it in an exclusive manner. Loses himself in mystery; suffers from the knowledge nobody else grapples with.) Computer? I hardly know ‘er! GO FOLLOW CZ (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE), and I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE! Honk! #gandertag #howtotrainyourgamer #howtolainyourlamer
When the last step of the recipe says ENJOY?
Erm.... he's → inside me, isn't he?
Peter
I'm able to guess anybody's name with a SINGLE QUESTION.
Hi, all! These are #closed again. YAY! #gandertag ← ← ← for a general reference of the Stuff I Make! If it's caught your bulb, then keep one (⒈) out! What I SAY is only an extraneous observation of what your DEMEANOR and 'THEMES' might say about your psychology. Or at least, how MUCH can be said about you from a guy checking your virtual profile. Do also be aware that my analysis might not be ENTIRELY ACCURATE——after all, I only ✎ what I can see! (You will also be CLASSPECTED to the Best Of My Ability.) Thank you all for s↑porting my little hobby. B:o]
DID YOU KNOW? Whoever coined the term coined the term coined the term coined the term.
I've got that DOG in me. *curls ↑ on the ground* *★ts whimpering*
@abyssalAttachment Happy MOIRAIL MONDAY, Zhi! I don't think this world's kind enough to you, but you continue to be—— You are a person, and I thank you for staying today. ♦
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
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒋ — @audaciousConfident Rorian Matila I was going to do a Beast Factsheet for this intro, but instead I have a story for you all. Once ↑on a Time, I scrolled ↓ a certain demilady’s posts and had the greatest (WORST) idea (MISTAKE) of my life. (LIFE? WHAT LIFE???) I tried to BAKE——I mean, what’s the difference between watching those ASMR BAKING VIDEOS and TRYING THEM YOURSELF? You (Gander Grimzl) IDIOT. Baking in practice is an entirely different beast. The dough can SMELL YOUR FEAR. Every baking utensil has a personal vendetta against you. The oven hungers for Clown Flesh. I turned my nutritionblock into a personal warzone and I was LOSING. MISERABLY. But after all that roughin’ and toughin’, I can proudly say that I’ve become a master at Creating Nebulous Blobs. It tasted like the Hopes and Dreams of a serial smoker. I was better off CONSUMING THE INGREDIENTS INDIVIDUALLY. A shame. But also a Learning Experience. Catch me next time to see me Hike! (The bugs want to Kill Me) Let’s Take A Gander at Rorian Matila! (CROWD CHEER!!!) (NATURE AMBIENCE!!) Rorian is a capital D Dreamer. Their life is, and I quote in a wonderful refrain, “THE BEST.” And we certainly get that impression as we scroll through their posts. From the outset, Rorian puts her story on display. She is living her best life, her only one, surrounded by the things she ♥s and reciprocating that to almost all with a pulse. Emotion is taut in anything she describes: from her hobbies, to her relationships, to her descriptions of the people in her life. They’re CONSTANTLY ON THE MOVE, exploring the wilds, hanging out with friends, and being The Charmer. (Working Title?) She constantly looks out for the people and creatures around her, rehabilitating and conserving wildlife——and the pushers in tandem. That is to say, I don’t think there’s anyone they can’t befriend with enough effort. Name one (⒈) person that doesn’t like Rori, I dare you. Rorian is Hardworking, almost to a Fault. The focal SILLIGOOFINESS often segues into a rampant drive for thrillseeking. They will overexert themself, albeit with little regret, because the outcome is for her joy. Call it a RECKLESS ABANDON to her. If you asked me, this headstrong attitude is more complex than expending her borrowed time. It’s because she’s willing to reach her limits for the people she cares about. Friends, beast or troll, are within their purview of effort. That MUST be The Ninja Way I’ve been hearing about. The care and cheer she extends to people is the type of Boost you only sometimes encounter. She is therefore a light that will never go out. But that doesn’t mean it shines on its own. She is an EMOTIONAL CONDUIT in positive and negative ways alike. The former certainly outweighs the latter, but that doesn’t mean there are any drawbacks to acknowledge. I don’t Intend To Offend, so with a PERHAPS, here is what I’ve observed: an unvoiced reliance on the people around her. This isn’t necessarily implying they can’t function without people, but they are often bound to their whims, and thus affected by the plights they individually face. Constantly boosting the morale of the people requires people in need of boosting to begin with. They may struggle to grapple with the idea of independent faith; to function with an agency unimpeded by the suggestions of others. Because what is made of the lone ferret, a beast that thrives in company? The same logic can be applied here. It’s a primitive urge that we all have. To build hives in the pushers of others, knowing that you’ll hardly ever occ↑y yours. Surely, you can feel safe on your own, but it’s plenty more fun to be with OTHERS. (Comment Naruto if you see this. This is an experiment) Usually I like to leave the Muse with something to think about but something tells me you’re very comfortable where you are. Seriously, you’re already doing so well for yourself. You’re always looking out for everyone (⒈) with kindness, bubbliness, and at times a bit of firm ♥. Please don’t forget to redirect some of your validation to yourself, and Take a Hike. Literally so, if you ever feel like it——which I will have to assume is ALWAYS! Everyone looks out for you, Rori. I have just one question for you, though: would you settle for your current life forever, or would anything inspire you to explore even further than you have in nature? (P.S. Hi Alan, hi Sleuth. Sneef sneef snorf, and however one would onomatoparize ferret sounds!) #gandertag
How many people named Onion do you know?
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒊ — @cryhoundColortura Florid !!!!!! We interr↑t your Dashviewing to bring you a VERY SPECIAL SEGMENT for the Yaoi Fairy himself. I’ve never written BL, so feel free to THROW STUFF AT ME if it’s Bad. These characters are from Stillbody Festivity, which I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, FOR THE RECORD. But it’s pretty Vanilla from here. HERE WE GO: Morishige didn’t know how long he had been staring at the imperfections of the wall. A featureless, unassuming display, and yet he couldn’t help but peer at it like there were secrets in the offbeat scribble, the closest approximation of graffiti. At this point he’d even take the cracks for a message worth deciphering. Maybe it was that his mind was far more unwelcoming. It broached a face that made his pusher speed ↑. Even his name made his face burn with fluster. He and flushed feelings have never formally met, and yet he knew this feeling all too well. That blond bastard. It took him a while until he realized he was tracing the contours of his face into the table. His prong curled in protest. Kishinuma Yoshiki. “Hey.” The silence of the room was broken by an achingly familiar voice. He hadn’t even noticed someone entered. “You’re not busy, are you?” He turned to face the Man of the Hour. Kishinuma had his arms folded, but there was a striking, almost uncharacteristic gentleness to his face. Morishige echoed the motion like he had better things to do. “Why do you ask?” “Could we 🗨?” The words caught in his throat. His thoughts scrambled to predict the reason, a fruitless endeavor. “Sure.” Sakutaro said after an uncertain beat. “What’s bothering you this time?” Yoshiki leaned against the adjacent wall, prongs cushioning his atlas. And yet Morishige noticed the unshakable expression on his face. Akin to bad taste in his gaper, a visual discomfort that made him shuffle in place. It took him a while for him to spit something out. “Don’t look at me like that, damnit.” “... Sorry?” The nerd did an inward double take. “Whenever you look at me, it’s. I don’t [HONK]in’ know. It’s… it’s *intoxicating.*” “What are you going on about?” “Can you give me a second?!” “You’ve been hemming and hawing for three minutes already. I took you for the straightforward kind.” Morishige rested his chin on an open prong, watching him tauntingly. “Is it really that hard to–” “–I ♥ you, OKAY?!” The room fell dead silent. “In a red way. Is that what you wanted to hear? Huh? Damn, you’re desperate.” Yoshiki laughed pointedly, color rushing to his cheeks. He couldn’t dare look the other in the bulb. Morishige closed the proximity without thought. “Hey.” Sakutaro c↑ped his cheek, coaxing Yoshiki to face him. A mere touch made the jock frown in shame, hesitant to melt into the touch. “I knew you were reckless, but not *this* reckless. Running headlong into a confession is a fool’s gambit.” “Yeah,” the other huffed. “So what–-” The scene culminated with a sudden meeting of their lips. The two had their bulbs open, for differing reasons, before they settled in the taste of romance. The world seemed to slow, audience to their burgeoning affection. Colours exploded and danced around them in a cloying sweetness. Everything was rose. As they parted, they shared the same reaction. A swelling, drunken relief. “... does that answer your question?” Morishige mumbled in his spell of shock. But no answer was given. The two spent a while basking in the afterglow of the moment. It was nice. AND ✂!! THE END. I spent way too long figuring out how to ✎ this. Who knew Gander Grimzl could make fanfiction? I sure didn’t. *sweat!* Anyway, here’s the MAIN main course of the post. Unless this was all you were here for. In which you should probably see yourself out before we Nerd It ↑ in here. Let’s Take A Gander at Florid Nikimo! (CROWD CHEER!) The elusive Yaoi Fairy, the only one (⒈) on the platform. Florid is the embodiment of a GOOD TIME. Enthusiastic and friendly to almost all, he coaxes you to enjoy yourself and do what your PUSHER TELLS YOU TO. A number of his posts reflect that attitude: excitable, fun, if not FORWARD at times. He knows what he wants and will openly EXPRESS THAT through everything he does. A skill many people struggle to harness. I usually try to keep a user’s desires to a minimum but Florid’s affection is CENTRAL TO HIS CHARACTER. He has enough to keep a subgrub running, dare I say two (⒉)? He leads a simple life: post whatever’s on the pan, fall in ♥ with ideas and people, and try to inspire that in OTHERS, whether that be deliberate or just by being a Hatched Charmer. His natural aegyo is JUST SO REFRESHING! (CROWD WOW!) Like the noble barkbeast, he is a PROTECTOR AND SHEPHERD. And similar to the proactive beast, he cannot STAND STAGNANCY. I surmise a part of himself is constantly on the run like a daring wanderluster. He loses himself in flushred stories where people are unabashedly eating face (or ‘out’ #suggestive), in places where he can root for his friends, and even in his MIND, where it’s probable he runs laps like chasing tail. He is always on the move, figuratively or literally. Call his excitability overindulgence, but what’s so ✕ about being selfish sometimes? He has enough care for Everybody. There’s a likely chance this behavior stems from a “YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE” mindset. He anticipates everyone (⒈) to RETURN THE FAVOR. However, this demeanor creates frustration and even desperation in places it isn’t reciprocated. That is to say, he is MAJORLY AFFECTION-★VED. Not that he doesn’t receive enough. It’s that he can’t GET enough of it. He functions off of care like an old locomotive that craves coal, LOTS OF IT. It’s not necessarily bad——after all, everyone craves to be ♥d——but circling back to the focality of affection, he needs it LEAGUES more than the average troll. Without it, he reaches stagnancy, idleness that isn’t of his own volition. And I think that’s what he dislikes the most——being alone. Florid takes to his platform like an emotional mask. Sure, he’s especially open about his outer emotions, but his inner emotions are difficult to Get Ahold Of. Something tells me there’s a lot he keeps under wraps, and a part of himself that shies away from others. Usually when I ✎ these there’s some aspect I hinge off and posture as a piece of evidence, but with Florid, it’s especially harder to discern. Perhaps it’s Deliberate to be that way, his truths cleverly pushed under layers ↑on layers of Enthusiasm. Maybe it's an unevidenced conjecture, but I believe a fear takes mount deep inside like a pit in the tract. “Maybe I’m being too much; should I tone it ↓; what if They Don’t Like Me?” may be common statements in his mind. He can become self-conscious and even paranoid when unaccompanied. A pervading challenge for the nurturing kind. You choose kindness in a world where it’s scarce. Like a wise Badge once told me, it’s the bravest thing you can be. You recover it in the PEOPLE AROUND YOU, comforting them where it’s needed, and going on the offence where it’s challenged. But a major part of your kindness is in the fact you need it returned to feel like a worthy person. There’s so much to go around, and some of that should go to YOU. That’s why I think we should do more to APPRECIATE YOU. As the onlooker watching you take on the world with enthusiasm, you’re a sparkling jewel that everyone else adores. Please keep being yourself. Just know this: each and every layer of yourself is all the more reason to be appreciated. You are an experience to be celebrated. (CROWD AWW!) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: SYLPH OF HEART? Truly attuned to the power of PASSION, INSTINCT AND ROMANCE. Urges others to believe in themself. The most empathetic person you might ever Meet On Here. His apotheculler nature also brings me to this conclusion; he actively chooses to heal those around him, physically OR emotionally.) Make sure you give Florid a BIG BIG BIG FOLLOW. If you’re reading this, I’m glad you stuck around Until The End. Like, seriously. THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #yaoi #floridyoureawesome #keepbeingyou #noonecanstealtheapothecullersthunder
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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 ↓.
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
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒈ — @carbonatedCaravanserai Sokari Urvari ME: Good Guzzling Grief! I’m SO Thirsty and I’m about to Die because I don’t know WHAT to drink! (Enter the HUMBLE SODA CAN) ME: What’s THIS? A SOFT DRINK, for LITTLE OL’ ME? Oh wow, you shouldn’t have! I am the MOST PARCHED MAN EVER, and you’re letting me suckle from the moobeast teat of effervescence. I’m forever GRATEFUL–—and this could be YOU if you directed yourself to the TAGGED LADY’S account and filed a request for some of that SWEET, SWEET ELIXIR. No, this isn’t An Advertisement. This is Gander! (The crowd throws tomatoes at me OWOWOWWHATTHE[HONK]STOP) Anyway, let’s Take A Gander at Sokari Urvari! (CROWD CHEER!) In the commercial world, Sokari is TRULY DEDICATED TO HER CRAFT. She is practical and oriented in what she does best. Her online platform is primarily a strategy to purvey her services to a Wider Audience, vending SODA FACTS, SODA OPINIONS, and SODA… period. I personally enjoy her run-on sentences reminiscent of one continuous stream of thought. It’s almost as if she types as she thinks in the worry that she’ll lose them JUST AS QUICKLY. Which, now that I’m typing this ↓, is completely understandable. We’ll get to that in a moment. Beyond the business front, Sokari’s sense of self is enbottlecapsulated by the Soda Drink. Make no mistake: her knowledge is not merely an OUTWARD PASSION. Her Carbonated Cache is just that——shrewdness of the topic that keeps her afloat in society. Think of it as the remaining lifesaver in a SEA OF ENDLESS BUSTLE. It arguably encompasses all she is because it’s among the few things that benefit her. Business is an unchanging rhythm that she performs in tandem to. The market changes the pace, not her. Everything has to be in the ✓ place——why ELSE would everything be this way? Maybe it’s fatalist, but I say it’s a quiet acceptance of WHERE SHE IS. She’s not the one making decisions and she knows that. She is the femininely intense type. Her firm, stringent responses to being called as much as a gender neutral ‘DUDE’ reflects the refusal to be known as anything other than a lady. Within the same vein, Sokari can’t stand the concept of CHARITY. This isn’t intended to be a poor business model but a way of KEEPING EVERYTHING IN LINE. Such actions are a denial of who she is. Above all else, she craves ORDER in her Figurative Courtblock. This is why it matters so much that she can claim the little things. She wants you to give her what she asks for: a straightforward title and a straightforward transaction. It’s only an acknowledgement of who she is (but I notice a number of times in which this isn’t followed through.) It’s saddening. Being fit into TOO MANY SOCIETAL BOXES, Sokari demands respect for the little things she can control. What I find most curious about Sokari is her LIFESTYLE. Sokari actively forgoes the need to sleep, often spending sweeps wide awake with purportedly NO LASTING CONSEQUENCES. An aberrancy and therefore an interesting point of analysis. Remember what I said about the RUN-ON SENTENCES? Not even the STRONGEST SOLDIERS can withstand the LULLABY OF SOMNOLENCE. As such, Sokari constantly stumbles on and mixes ↑ her words. Staying awake is her culminating fear of Wasting Valuable Time. A few angles hinge from this lifestyle, but I’d like to posture PRAGMATIC NIHILISM, a likely product of her sleepless days, wherein she believes her life holds no true value. This doesn’t detract from how much she VALUES IT. She reassures herself to save her life, every second of consciousness, because this is the only one she gets to have. She acts with PURPOSE and the ultimate goal of making a sustained living. Benefitting herself, even if it means an erosion of a life outside the business. This is all that she will be and wants to be. Almost all posts imply she’s OK with that. I don’t want to enable or shame your lifestyle. You are an adult and you know what you’re doing. I think a lot of people Forget That you aren’t someone (⒈) BEGGING TO BE SAVED. This, however, goes both ways: you give people a reason to Worry For You. Sokari, you have the capacity to understand that you aren’t LIVING HEALTHILY. And to accept that this is all you’ll ever be is an Erasure of your Complex Existence. You’re allowed to yearn, to be vulnerable, to react when you feel the grass brush against your ankles, to cry when it feels like too much. You’ll always have the space for that. No one can rip that from you. Not HERE. Maybe it doesn’t seem that way to you, and I’m not one to convince you otherwise. But you deserve to be a person. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: SEER OF DOOM? To Sokari, life is a transaction. She is the externality. A master of self-discipline. There’s no time to dream. There’s no time to mourn a life you don't know. She’s comfortable where she is. Is this all there is to living? That is the Seer’s plight.) So. YEA. FOLLOW HER TO ORDER SOME SODA NOW, and have a little think about who YOU ARE while you’re at it. ♥ yourself. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! (Journalling is a GREAT IDEA, by the way!) #gandertag #doctorpebber #fanter #monsert #roobeer #PEHPSIE #cokeycola #spirt
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊0 — @celestialAbsurdity V WOWIE ZOWIE! Who’s THIS mysterious lady, I hear you reading in your mind and therefore Thinking Yourself? This, folks, is my CLOSEST, MOST ANONYMITICAL INTERPRETATION OF V, whom I consider to be among the more CRYPTIC of the Chittr site. You’ve probably seen a number of these ‘CRYPTIDS’ inhabiting the gaping wound of our be♥d website, whether their behavior be recognized through GIMMICKERY, EDGYMAXXING (not to be confused with Edging #suggestive), BEING A HORROR COMPREHENDED ONLY ON THE PLATFORM, or an UNHOLY MIX OF THE THREE (⒊). What’s her Lore? Why is she so STRANGE? SLOW ↓ THERE PARTNER. That is a mystery you must scroll ↓ to find out. So Let’s Take A Gander at V! (Accursed Silence) (JUST KIDDING, THE CROWD IS CHEERING!) V is best described with the atmosphere she delivers before anything. She’s the last remnant of sentience you encounter amomg the fringes of subgrubs, tucked away in the overgrowth of the woods. The type to impart a piece of magic bound to stay with you forever, whether this be good or bad. 'Tis a price for your Curiosity. Or your Desperation. If this snippet of imagery hasn’t hammered the POINT IN YET, she is a WITCH. A TALENTED ONE AT THAT. Also this is literal. V is, very evidently, a master of TONAL DISSONANCE. A lot of what she says is with FANFARE and excitement. Meanwhile what she’s telling you is with the absurdity of someone who knows How You Will Die. That is to say, V is remarkably ERRATIC. But that’s something she prides, a DEDICATED TRAIT OF HERS. I haven’t seen anyone behave as freely and without restraint as V, and I don’t (entirely) mean that in a bulgethrobby sort of way. Whether it’s disseminating morbidity through lasting psychobiological impressions or just FANGIRLING OVER ANIME BOY NINJA YAOI, she wants to be someone you can’t fully grasp. But in the pursuit of trying to not succumb to an ARCHETYPE, she has caught herself within the web of one: the two-faced coin——or someone with two faces. As we peel the layers for her depth, we encounter a litany of inconsistencies. Think about it: the off-grid witch with Internet Access and Niche Internet Knowledge than someone dabbling solely in the Esoteric Arts comes off as a paradox than believable flesh. Someone who intends to PERTURB people but makes an effort to RESONATE AND BEFRIEND is retrograde to her identity. Not impossible per se, but certainly something to question. There’s a cadence to the way she speaks that denotes a reiteration to who she is. As if she WANTS you to know the one (⒈) who terrifies in the same breath as she charms. Popping ↑ in sparse replies is, surprisingly, ANOTHER troll wearing a similar typing quirk and… V’s FACE in her PROFILE PICTURE? (CROWD GASP?) Was this a representative of Her Like, revealing all her secrets in ONE FELL SWOOP? OK, enough with the SUSPENSE. It’s not actually THAT concealed—an irony for her secretive character—but V is not a real person. She’s a pseudonym. A CHARACTER (or an OC, if you will). I hate to ruin the surprise of it all, but I want to be THOROUGH IN THIS PEEPERY and treat V as both a person and a tool representative of her p↑peteer’s mind. An ONLINE SOBRIQUET is a fascinating way to shed the skin of your IDENTITY to wear a new face. It’s a blatant escapism and a projection of herself in simultaneity. Because IN THE END, her CREATOR doesn’t only use her for fun, but as a COPING MECHANISM. This is instantiated by the fact this creation lacks the depth of her own selfhood, carrying the voice of another as though venting as an alias for someone else. There ARE times in which V behaves as a separate entity, judging her creator, but this is a form of VENTING at what she isn’t. Therefore, V serves as an effigy to what her creator truly wants to be: in control of her circumstances. Please don’t take this as me trying to SHAME YOU for V, because that’s never my intention with my psychoanalyses. I will not make assumptions about who YOU are beyond the platform, but I have some ideas. You lose yourself in what discomforts people because that’s where you think a part of you belongs. A place that disturbs the comforted and comforts the disturbed. The horrors are a place where no one can hold or hurt you simply for your beating heart. As a character, V doesn’t have any standards to hold herself to, which extends to YOU. She exists for FUN, not to bear any burdens or responsibilities. She is your SOCIETAL DISCONNECT and your RAGE. She’s how you VENT, how to FEEL POWERFUL AND TAKE CONTROL. With her, you’re able to hold the world between a prong and shout, “I DON’T ANSWER TO ANYONE BUT MYSELF.” She is the life you cannot have. And HONESTLY, the fact she exists as a part of you is your triumph. Her realness is something you should be delighted with; she is you and you are her. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAGE OF RAGE! This one (⒈) came PREDETERMINED. You can guess why. I suspect her creator to be a HEART player, though I haven't explored her to a satisfying extent. Yet.) FOLLOW V or she’ll curse you… Seriously, this post has subsequently given me the curse of Twink. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag
WATCH OUT: They're putting something in water that makes you pee.
*smiles fondly* I ♥ playing with you guys.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒐ — @gestaltCreophage Lepida Fidrak The dragon is A BEAST OF HUBRIS. It prides in how MIGHTY its stance is, how its GAIT makes the ground shake, how its flight makes the winds quiver before its glory. The scalebeast knows the taste of viscera like a loyal friend, and tends to its battle scars like trophies carried on the skin. It keeps its head ↑ to challenge the Sun, saying, “I know what I am and it’s all that you will never be: a terror tangible to the life you punish, a theft to the flesh you char. My kindness is leaving no trace to my craft, nary between my teeth. You could never claim your prey in a way that matters.” I think I got CARRIED AWAY. Oh Well. *awesome and natural segue to the actual analysis here* Let’s Take A Gander at Lepida Fidrak! (CROWD CHEER!! ROAR!!) First things first: Lepida is the Walking, 🗨ing, Typing example of CHAOS. Bearing the face of the STAPLE INTERNET TROLL, they use a cadence to broadcast their Interests and Complaints alike, both of which are brought with the VIRTUVOLUME of someone who needs to be heard by EVERYONE. EVERY ONE (⒈). He is, in his own words, a MENACE. Her Bold Streak doesn’t belie this. Lepida wants to do things for her OWN sake, an indulgent way of living. But also a freeing one. A lot of us could stop and look at the sheer AUDACITY of her posts. In a good way, of course. Believe it or not, Lepida is a hatched nurturer. This goes for both people and the little mecha-scalemates she takes care of. Lepida does a lot for both categories, be it GIFTGIVING, SOLICITATION, OR PLAYFUL TEASEMANSHIP (though it’s certainly a Vacillating Pitchuationship with that other person; they know who they are). Like the great beast it centers its passion from, it is FIERCELY PROTECTIVE OF ITS ‘HOARD.’ Indulging in TRUE ROLEPLAY, Lepida has mastered the art of FASHIONRY, creating scalemate apparel for his Little Darlings™. Have I mentioned that this troll SLAYS SCALEBEASTS (mates)? Heheh. READ THAT AND WEEP. Lepida is also a FEROCIOUS WARRIOR that frankly doesn’t get enough recognition. I warn you to stay on good terms with her, lest you invoke the rage of the MIGHTY FROSTFANG. Now here comes the INFERENCE. Take this with a GRAIN OF SALT, because I could be taking this from the ✕ ✕ ✕ angle: Lepida is evidently CONFIDENT IN THEIR WORK, but that passion has a drawback. It’s implied that she struggles to remove herself from her PASSION to tend to her needs in the process. The most prominent evidence for this is their dismissal of sleep and hesitance for public socialisation; a means to delay rest and a fear to interact with PEOPLE in real life; they were implicatedly convinced to even STAY ON THIS PLATFORM, connoting an option wherein they Prematurely Leave. I can’t help but think of him as the “care/work first, eat/drink/sleep later” sort. Needs stop being Needs in her bulbs when its Fixations become the center focus. Alternatively, Lepida could be so fixated on the PLAY IT PUTS ON that, if asked WHO THEY WERE beyond its interests, it would pause with confoundment. Sure, he knows what he LIKES, what he HATES, even what he FEARS, but he might not be able to tell you who he is in the end. And I’m not asking what xer NAME IS, but a diagram of xer SELF-SCHEMA. This, too, is a product of her passion: dwelling so deeply in their indulgence that their necessities begin to atrophy. I think it might be a COMPOUND OF BOTH, but that depends on the route Lepida takes here regarding their PLATFORMANCE. (Will you pursue the Zeal or the Mask?) (Hmm?) There’s a talent to you to work ENTROPY into your identity while regulating your passions, your People. You can INSPIRE OTHERS to take on their own mantles, but there’s a point in which you have to be ready to pause for yourself. I’m not saying you need to ABANDON YOUR PASSION——please don’t, your fervor has been a wonderful thing to witness——but ensure you’re taking due gravitas beyond the sillies. Life isn’t only about Pursuing What You Want. It should also be about Managing What You Need. The trick is to find an intermediate. You evidently extend a prong to help others. Redirect that onto yourself. Perhaps you could learn some new things about who you are. And perhaps you could warm yourself with closure behind the curtains. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: HEIR OF RAGE? Naturally drawn to inadherence. Harbinger of Fun Chaos. Does whatever their pusher tells them to do rather than FOLLOW THE RULES. Motivates others to do the same. ALTERNATIVELY, you could be a WITCH OF SPACE. A knack for fashion and decoration. A protector and nurturer of mechascalebeasts, which makes for a clean movement into the FROGGY TASK OF THE GAME. Bends the rules to whatever he wants them to be.) Be SURE to drag the ON. The on. Like, [HONK], you know. Dragon the follow button. (???) (Don’t ✎ on the Verge Of Sleep) (I should Really Take My Own Advice) ANYWAY, GO FOLLOW LEPIDA. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! LARP LARP AND AWAY! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒏ — @gadaboutTrickster Jinx Egbert Jinx Egbert has a Shocking Secret. She is actually the HIT CHARACTER S↑er Mario from the Nintendo series. (CROWD GASP. WHAT?!) YES, I’m sorry you had to learn this way, but the evidence is Beyond Reasonable Doubt. Don’t let her choice in BLUE deter you from the fact Mario still wears those bluested overalls. The URGES TO WAHOO can never lie. THEY NEVER. LIE. That’s IT. That’s the end of the post. KEEP SCROLLING. LEAVE ME ALONE. I need to Ruminate On This. FOREVER! *a single tear rolls ↓ my face* … OK, KIDDING. B;oP ‘Tis just a bit of PRANKGAGGLERY from the Sillerious Gooseguy himself. Jinx Egbert is Jinx Egbert. Or IS HE? AL→ I’LL STOP. Let’s Take A Gander at Jinx Egbert! Much like I do with those Multitudinous in Existence, I want to find what makes this EGBERT AN INDIVIDUAL. But let’s get the similarities straight: Jinx is a DABBLER OF LEVITY. The playfully whimsy and calm sort who functions asynchronously to the Happenings of Chittr. Though she regards the people, Jinx posts at her own momentum, intertwining her nature with her BOUNDLESS CREATIVITY. Ranging from life ↑dates to ablution thoughts, Jinx posts for the sake of getting things OUT THERE. Why waste good ideas by keeping them in your HEAD? She’s a Fascination for movies and games, japery, all of which are STAPLES for the hivehold Egbert. She’s a striking example of being Free on your own terms. Now ONTO THE IDIOSYNCRASIES: Firstly, Jinx cares. She cares A LOT. I'm not saying that all other possible Egberts don’t give a stuff, but in the Likert Scale from SOCIALLY DISCONNECTED to BORN NETWORKER, Jinx mashes the far-→ option so hard it breaks his husktop. You pick ↑ IMMEDIATELY that she goes above and beyond for her friends and ectofamily, namely through her AFFINITY IN COOKING. There’s nothing sweeter than having someone (⒈) learn/remember your favorite meals out of the goodness of their heart. If her friends are in need of help, she steps (or maybe floats) forward to lend any assistance she can. This is majorly the reason why he’s known as the CHITTR MOM/AUNT: his proactive TENDERFACTOR should be APPRECIATED on a rowdy platform like this. Don’t mistake her sweetsillyness for passivity. He knows of the destruction he is able to cause and is willing to take action for himself and the people he ♥s. Jinx is an arm of STRENGTH as she is a hand of nurture. However, a tragedy lingers beneath her energy. A sort of aimlessness when all the people maintenance is DONE AND DUSTED, almost as though she’s unsure of her solitude. An unanswered want for reciprocation that has developed into another facet of her identity. You peel away at her outer layers to reveal the idle languor that comes with being a PERSON FOR THE PEOPLE. These feelings are derivative of her choices. This predicament is a product of her social strengths. It’s a backwards blade wrenched deep into her chest. That is, she’s stuck in the middle of peoples’ problems and is anticipated to FIX IT. Jinx has fixed many things only to receive little to nothing in return. And this is how the mask cracks. As outer responsibilities pile ↑ MORE AND MORE, as her life is deluged with the ordeals of other people, as she never gets the chance to self-regulate or find that parental care in RETURN, she develops a weaponized mechanism. Her FRUSTRATION. You notice she summons a latent urge to become violent, or at least enact some means of aggression. To vent out her frustrations, Jinx resorts to SPARRING/FIGHTING, a classic and arguably HEALTHY channel with the ✓ constraint. What I find stands out most with Jinx is the fact that her Protectiveness can shift into a thing of SELF-EXPRESSION. But a part of me thinks this comes too seldom to impact him, meaningfully. It must be hard to get some emotional traction when a lot of time is spent on other whims. I think the trick is to find a BALANCE between yourself and the people. Give yourself the time amid the hit juggling performance you’ve been keeping ↑. BREATH is all about freedom, but you clearly know when to dismount the wind and appreciate people. However, your predicament has become a cycle, almost, to stockpile feelings to a BREAKING POINT before finding an outlet to expend your emotions. Jinx, You help so many people but you don’t have that reciprocated when YOU’RE IN NEED. I think on that note you should be meaner. Yep. MEANER. EVEN SILLIER MEANER. You know that already, but I’m being serious. You deserve that →. You aren’t obligated to put people before your own needs. Kindness is strength, but it degrades over time. It’s OK to be your own person, not just the gro↑ caretaker. If you aren’t OK with anything going on, the best part is you can SAY you aren’t. Even if they are people you care about. Take your time. Claim yourself. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: NOT APPLICABLE!) Jinx Egbert. Please follow her, she’s RADICAL. This is the end. I ♥ you. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #eggsbert #badluck #becauseyoureajinx #sorrythatsallicanthinkof #jinxhaveyoueverwatchedarcane
Objectively/subjectively In pitch darkness the art of obsolescence I'm aware that I am here, alive for now swimming or drowning in unchanged breaths I ♥ what I lack, because gratitude comes from absence knowing the gaps between my bones, the air my lungs expel had at least punctuated something I don't know whether it's my pusher that's thrumming unsteady gasps or death spilling in array but the space is filled regardless. #poetry #writing #forfun
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒎ — @croesusKingpin Ritchy Keldam You ever know a guy that you’re massively fascinated with but lack the courage to say HI? That is, admittedly, how I feel about Ritchy. Yeah, I’m a FAN. That’s not even because of the Conglomerate Business He Runs. (But then again, anyone (⒈) would be fanboying over the guy with the pith of ‘RICH’ in his name.) HE’S JUST COOL, AL→? Let me dote over a guy before I PICK HIM APART. Figuratively. Anywho. Let’s Take A Gander at Ritchy Keldam! (CROWD CHEER! *camera flashes here!* Better STRIKE A POSE!) Ritchy. You either HEART him or HATE him. I don’t think there’s an inbetween; the difference is whether you see him as a BIMBOIFIED PLATITUDE or a CHARMING BLEEDING PUSHER. He’s evidently an applebob of both that’s become something approximately troll-shaped, if you asked me. Now forget everything I wrote about labels because for WHATEVER REASON he manages to break every expectation in a blissfully ignorant stride. For the FIGUREHEAD OF KELDAM CORP, he’s QUITE STRANGE: throwing caegars around like they don’t mean anything to him, flying into a MELODRAPANIC at the MILDEST INCONVENIENCE, and carrying the demeanor you might expect from a CHEERY CONCERT FRONTLINER than a reputed CEO. This FLAVOR OF BUSINESSMAN is functionally extinct. I posit there’s no one else as curious and aberrantly outward as Ritchy, and I mean that in a good way. ALAS, his whimsy stems from the fact his range of skills Lacks in the Austere. By this I mean he doesn’t have many household skills to rely on. His ancestor had raised him to become reliant beyond the MAIDS AND DRONES at his disposal, yet he lacks the facilities to whip ↑ a recipe with more than ⒊ steps. (No Offence!) However, this doesn’t deter him from LEARNING everything alongside the people he cares about. For this reason I genuinely don’t believe he has a MALEVOLENT BONE in him. AN OVERCONFIDENT BONE, DEFINITELY, but nothing deliberately EVIL. At his best, he’s the mood booster everyone (⒈) searches for, and at his worst, he is pushy, crabby, and demanding. But he’s always trying his best to improve. However, don’t be led astray by his confident exterior. I hope you aren’t picturing him to be SECRETLY EVIL in any way, because that’s NARY THE CASE. Rather, he’s more profound than you’d realize. If you dare look between the CRACKS, you’ll find that his ego isn’t nearly as large as you’d expect it to be. But he doesn’t want to dive ↓ the RITCHICEBERG. He’s afraid to. The nuances of his words, libido, and actions point to the fact that he carries a pain in his chest no distractions can heal. A sort of UNVOICED FEAR that makes you wonder how long he can keep ↑ the act before his stage comes crashing ↓. I know a part of you is trying to escape from your incompetence, whether this is in the workplace or in the real world. Another part is clinging to the little things that make you feel better about yourself. You’re pulling at two (⒉) sides of a fantasy, and it’s only a MATTER OF TIME until you pull your dreams asunder. You have your back faced from your responsibilities because you KNOW you don’t have the capacity to handle it as you should. It’s easier to live in a world of WISHFUL THINKING than one that confronts you with cold hard reality. The truth is scary to think about, but I reassure you that you have the CAPACITY to harness it. So long as you keep ↑ the MOMENTUM you’re going at, in the company of friends and quads, I know you can bring the change you’ve been looking for. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: KNIGHT OF HOPE? (ALT. HEART?) Confident, peculiar, and IN YOUR FACE. A metaphorical and literal ambassador that believes too hard. Hides his deepest fears under his optimistically silly bravado. Afraid of the truth. Escapes what he defines as failure. He really is trying.) #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒍ — @chattyKraken Alaina Vertai NO WAY. We’ve got an EMPRESS this time! Am I scared? NO! (*sweats bullets*) Before we begin, I would like to PREFACE this feature with a Good Ol’ I’M NOT LIABLE FOR ANYTHING I SAY HERE. Alaina came to me HERSELF and asked for it! Also I know a really good legislacerator, so I'm probably safe. Yep! I’ll be OK. (She SAID SO!) Let’s Take A Gander at Empress Alaina Vertai! (THE CROWD CHEERS ESPECIALLY LOUD FOR HER!!!) If I had to describe Alaina in one (⒈) word, I would say A LOT. (But Gander, you IDIOT, that’s TWO WORDS! I waggle my stump and shooshpap you like an impromptu auspistice. That’s the point. She’s TOO MUCH FOR ONLY ONE.) She’s sociable, bubbly, and has a gaper that runs like a faucet. No conversation you have with her will EVER be boring from what I can tell! Just stay on her good side. Seriously. Empress Vertai flourishes herself with Hedonism that even the human deity Bacchus would clutch his pearls to. And let’s be honest, she’ll probably be clutching her REEL ONES too, if only to flex on the haters. As far as she knows, she’s the TOP SEABARKBEAST, her AMOUR PROPRE gleaming as royally as GOLD. Much like any other GOOD TYRANT, her temper is quick to fuse. But I’d say that comes with the territory of GETTING EVERYTHING YOU WANT. If you’ve the gall to ↑end her inflatable ego, she’ll send her facilities (DRONES) to Deal With You (ERADICATE YOU FROM THE FACE OF THE PLANET). (YIPE!) Alaina takes to her Chittr account as a veritable billboard, a curious direction compared to the words of others I have Gandered. Whether this be in the form of smug self-incentivising or LITERALLY advertising enlistment to her Psikosian empire, she intends to BROADCAST all that she says. For the GLORY of Psikos’ future, she staunchly stays by the side of the HEMOSPECTRUM. What else is going to get people fighting her battles, am I ✓? I reckon the only time her hemoist views aren’t applicable are when she’s biting back at people: she doesn’t care if you’re rust, violet, or even fuchsia, say the ✕ ✕ ✕ thing and she’s on your Ass Like Tailfeathers. (It’s actually REALLY CHARMING, I CAN’T LIE.) I want to broach something a LITTLE SCARY for you guys: EXPECTATIONS. You notice in her choice lyrics that she expects you to peddle her pleasure, lest you want to Suffer. It’s subtle, but there is this mirthful URGE to let go of the past and deflect it with circumstance. Call it baseless, even a little FAR-FETCHED, but I say she drills so deeply in expectations for the FUTURE because she wants to detach from her PAST. She itches to burn her bridges in a violent escapism because maybe there was a point where she had nothing to her name. IT’S WHY IT’S ALL ABOUT THE NOW, NEVER ABOUT THE BEFORE. (Take this with a grain of salt because this is Conjecture!) Perhaps you stopped listening the second this stopped being about your EGO. But is this truly about the betterment of your NATION, or lifting your own pedestal? If you have an answer for me, then let it be one that’s transparent. In spite of your traits, I’m not blaming this on you. Because in the end, you’re a victim of circumstance. You never had a choice in becoming what you are, and now you perpetuate the cycle of conquest and bloodshed. For that reason, you cling to the future like a LIFELINE, because your past has failed you far too many times. You can shape your future as you want it. Not necessarily a KINDER FUTURE, but one where you won’t be disappointed anymore. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: PRINCE OF MIND? A role fit for an Empress. More strategic and manipulative than one would guess. Endlessly full of herself, akin to the HEART. Wants to escape the past. Will never stop until she Gets What She Wants, even if that means inciting destruction in the process.) She’s pretty GLUBBING COOL, ✓? I’d say so. BE SURE TO GIVE HER A FOLLOW!!!! I’ll see you, maybe, if I’m not culled! Bo] #gandertag
He said YES! #♥WINS #PRIDEMONTH #YAOIPALEEDITION
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒌ — @abyssalAttachment Zhiyas Falyih (Does this count as a PRIDE MONTH SPECIAL?) WARNING: This Feature gets pretty LUVELY-DUVELY. A, uh, #YAOI as the POPUCLIMATE would call it? Actually if you’re into yaoi, KEEP READING. Or don’t. Autonomy is an AMAZING THING. (Sorry in advance, Zhi.) So here’s a funny story. Zhiyas and I met a WHILE ago on an old OLD OLD program called Trollian (if anyone still knows what that is). He and I JUST SO HAPPENED to find each other in a sea (pun unintended) of others. Back then, it wasn’t anything special: he had his bulbs set on someone while I was looking in all directions like a [HONK]ed ↑ kaleidoscope. It was PURE COINCIDENCE that we found each other here! Or perhaps it was fate——who knows? (I don’t!) Regardless, I’m glad we can 🗨 AGAIN. But let’s not dillydally any longer! Let’s Take A Gander at Zhiyas Falyih! (CHEER!) Zhiyas is the type of troll you fail to notice at first, blood color aside. As you’re idly using a stump to check what’s on your FRONT PAGE, he’s what you skim over in dismissal. He isn’t one to seek attention in places where it flourishes like plants. RATHER, he likes to keep to himself, working at his own pace and giving his input whenever he has the motivation to. You can take ONE (⒈) look at him and assume he is the introverted type. A soft spoken and polite fellow with a knack for writing, strengths peaking at his PROSE AND POETRY. I really wish he’d SHOW IT OFF, but maybe there’s a pride in being the only person he’ll show it to. The rest of you can USE YOUR IMAGINATION, MAYBE? LOL. Though he doesn’t realize it himself, he has an elegant air to him that allures you. His shyness beckons a regality that I’d argue is LOST on the people who Seek It. When his gaze averts, you notice the lightest twinkle in his bulb. The way he speaks is gentle, as if he’s afraid of hurting you with his words. He is a space where you aren’t expected to define yourself by your SOCIAL STANDING, but the kindness privy in you. When you take a closer look, you find that he CARES WAY TOO MUCH. Every choice he makes is done with the maximum of his pusher, which is what many would call a ‘rookie mistake’. He gets hurt on every verbal thorn and slight. As a consequence, his self-esteem is INCREDIBLY LOW, bordering on non-exsistent. I wouldn’t be surprised if one (⒈) night he told me he hated himself. But that isn’t HIS FAULT. He, on so many occasions, has exerted himself and his feelings for someone (⒈) who had his back turned to him and kept him on the shortest chain. Back in those MEMOS, I thought I was doing a service by helping him get with that fishy prude. (I wish I could take it all back.) As far as I can tell, Zhiyas’ misery doesn’t deter him from staying kind, and that’s a strength in itself. But Zhi, I fear these people will eat you alive. I fear that you’ll let yourself get battered by them. Worst of all, I fear you’ll be the one (⒈) to destroy yourself. I can see the war is inside you. All you want is someone (⒈) to care for you, to reciprocate ALL THE ♥ you hold for somebody. Is it Bad To Say I want to be that someone? Zhi, people say it’s unwise to rush headlong into decisions. But I want to take my chances. My pity for you is a sea that swallows me whole and leaves me barkbeastpaddling for air. You’re a ♦ in the rough, dirtied by the circumstances of the people who were meant to care. You are the tenderness that is hard to find in a toughened world. You make me endlessly happy and MUSHY in a way that makes me want to break a MILLION DOORS open for your pity. I want to be the one that helps you heal over time, even if you don’t notice it at first. I’d even make a FOOL OUT OF MYSELF just to be the person you smile at. SO. UM. WILL YOU BE MY MOIRAIL? (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: ROGUE OF BLOOD? Hurt by the person he poured his soul into. Traumatized by relationships. Learning to get healthily close to people again.) I don’t even care that this is a PUBLIC POST. I really LIKE THIS GUY, OK? OK??? But be sure to FOLLOW HIM. He deserves The World. I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE. #gandertag
Is there a Goose Badge? Asking for a Friend! (BARRED FROM USING THIS MANY EMOJIS!)
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒋ — @gardenGuided Jade (?) To the Jades out here: do you guys REALLY have the urge to chase purrbeasts? What do you think of all the Nepetas on here? And. Yep. Those are all the Questions I have… NO WAIT. Do you or do you not ✂ holes in your clothing to accommodate for your tails? Do all Jades have tails? OK OK *NOW* THAT’S IT. What’s happening, chat! Here’s an exciting one (⒈)! It’s JADE! I adore her, really. She’s such a ray of moonshine. But let’s not WASTE TIME! Let’s MAKE SPACE! (LOL!) Let’s Take A Gander at Jade! (Harley?) I’m eager to get into what separates THIS Jade from the Others, but let’s first acknowledge what she is: a GARDENER OF PHILANTHROPY. This Jade cares A LOT for the people around her. The type to put others’ care and safety before her own (and probably the type to frown bereavedly at squished bugs). She is, without doubt, the whimsy she wants to be. Her kind and innocent behavior coaxes you to put your prongs together and D’AWWINGLY SWOON for the unwavering kindness she has to offer. It’s a fresh breath of air from a lot of the DRAMA that BEGS to be stirred. Like all Jades, she functions at her own wavelength and tries to keep her head ↑ at ALL TIMES. She is silly, fun, and an OPTIMIST through and through. All she wants from YOU is to see you happy and smiling. Even out of those who elicit disgust in their wake, she is AMAZINGLY UNDETERRED. Her pusher is far too large to be affected by their Metaphorical Venom. I think a lot of us should take after her in that aspect. However, this is as far as the similarities go. Though she tries her best to conceal it, you notice a subtle disconnect that comes with her demeanor: a positivity that feels too much of a veneer to feel genuine. An uncertainty with what she says and when she says it. A tenuous veil that tears away to reveal her FEAR. Layers and layers of it. She carries herself with an AIR OF WHIMSY akin to those who wear her name. But in truth, it’s her that wears theirs. This Jade has made continual reference that she herself grapples with what to make of her IDENTITY. She needs an anchor to stay grounded to her selfhood for she doesn’t truly know WHO SHE IS. The VANILLA WITCH forged her own destiny and changed her own SPACE, but you find that Jade follows a story that was ALREADY CARVED for her. (And I’m really sorry. It’s why my closest approximation of hate goes to the fact she won’t TRULY BE THE ORIGINALITY SHE SEEKS FOR in places destiny has already claimed.) It must hurt trying to live ↑ to the Name You Bear. When you try to stay in line with SO MANY OTHERS OF YOUR FACE, you are lost to the VIOLEVAGARIES OF THE SCHEME. The scheme that feeds on your idiosyncrasy, molecule by molecule, to stitch the space that punctuates one Jade to the next. Where do you begin and end? How is it that you know that you’re yourself and not just a FACE among many? Well. Here is a bit of wisdom, from one QUESTIONER OF THE SELF TO ANOTHER: Let Yourself Happen. It’s OK to not know where to ★t. It can even be simple: notice your similarities, your differences, and what you truly ♥ between them. Does this complete you? Do you feel like a person that matters? This is the part where you understand that you have the AUTONOMY to break the norm. Choice is a beautiful thing, and you are FULL OF IT. No one (⒈) is asking for you to be JUST JADE. Don’t forget that. There was nothing to find in the labyrinth but yourself. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: NOT APPLICABLE?... … ROGUE OF SPACE? It's OK to change. The creativity to be more was always in you. You are a person deserving of the ♥ you lend to others. Thank you for staying tonight.) AWOOOO! Was that bad? OK. Yeathatwasbad. Never again. Honk! BE SURE TO GIVE JADE a big BIG follow, and an EVEN BIGGER HUG, and I’ll see you in the next one! #gandertag
I'm gonna say it Real Slow for ya... GAY. FROGS!!!!
No one (⒈) told me the Calculator app was THIS FUN. I'm making some Big Numbers → now.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒊ — @servingProctor Pylaae !!!!!! / Locksick This fellow noted they didn’t have A LOT TO OFFER, and I thought to myself, DON’T WORRY! I’ve got this one (⒈) in the SIZABLE TROLL-SHAPED STUFFELBAG. As I like to say, QUALITY > QUANTITY. It’s not ALL ABOUT WHAT POSTS HAVE ON THEIR COVER. In the world of using your MAGNIFYING GLASS to spot the Nuances, INFERENCE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. Your ONLY FRIEND. OK, KIDDING. NOT YOUR ONLY FRIEND. BUT IT’S A GOOD TOOL TO HAVE. THAT AND I’VE NEVER TOLD SOMEONE NO! (Unless you have like, NO POSTS AT ALL… thoughidontknowwhyyouwouldevenask) WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Let’s Take A Gander at Pylaae! (CHEEEER!) Maybe this was just me, but Pylaae’s demeanor can be QUITE MISLEADING. Their exterior gives the impression that they are GENTLE, typing with something of a DRAWL and punctuating a number of their posts with thoughtful ellipses. You find they’re the type to disappear into the background as the people pa-ss them by, but there are quite a few traits of theirs that get you shifting on your seat. Is It The Gore, I hear you ask? Yes. It is. I’m not saying this is a BAD THING, OBVIOUSLY. Pylaae is just the morbid type, is all. They’ve got a GENEROUS HELPING OF VIOLENCE on their plate and they’ve become desensitized to the Rot. Compounded with the softness of their DIGICADENCE, they create a sepulchral atmosphere. Like visiting old bones in the Graveyard, touched ↑on by GRAVEROBBERS and GRAVEANALYSTS alike. On that note, they’re also VERY SKILLED at Documenting the Dead; they put a lot of effort into scr↑ulously vivisecting their injuries as they breathe justice into the Gone And Rotting. Pylaae has a general knack for writing, whether this be FICTIONAL (RANKBAIT?) or documentational (ROTBAIT?). I suggest you all have a Gander at the things they’ve written because they are ♦S IN THE ROUGH. This is where I expand onto some UNMARKED TERRITORY. The power of Inference, as I’ve mentioned before. Here’s what I think: Pylaae is quick to call ↑on romance as a closure to their feelings. Be it the romance of face, the romance of art, the romance of bones and strife——Pylaae wants to sing and ✎ among it all. It’s a blearily acceptant way of looking at the world. It’s clear they are one (⒈) to see things in a rose tint, or at least they TRY TO. In truth, they fall in ♥ with ideas, not so much physical people. Quadrantic ♥ and Pylaae have never met in a way that matters. They chase the FEELING OF REPLETION, to be satisfied in a way that affirms who they want to be. But when reality strikes, this is where they destabilize. Their sense of SELFHOOD TAKES THE HITS. And this is where their True Nature ★ts to emerge. There is poetry behind your moniker, the LOCKSICK. I have the feeling its origins were different to its implications, but you keep yourself behind a lock that you lie to. Playing the part Society asked from you, even when you came out a different fit from the norm (metaphorically, or maybe literally). The dissonance between who you are, what you want, and what you say pervades the Space you’ve MADE FOR YOURSELF. I think a part of you wants to be known as the Ruler of Their Heart because it’s easier for YOU to swallow. Your heart is shallower than you think, but your thoughts are profound. Vivid. DEEP DEEP ↓, you know a part of you was purposed to pick at the scraps of others, to be ← behind to let your truth fester behind the curtains you keep to yourself. Have you grown bitter from that? You tarry in the AFTERMATH OF THE PEOPLE and account for it in a way that presents your true colours. Can’t you see? You are the Mind’s Dwelling. You are the Disparity of your Own Self. And you are the Destruction of your Own Making. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: BARD OF MIND? It’d be too easy to guess they’re HEART or HOPEBOUND, given their emotional outputs, but it’s a subtle facade. The quirky, outlandish sort. The layers peel away to reveal a glaringly impas-sive truth. Controlled by the whims of the mind. Bound to destroy it. Funnily enough, even your HANDLE aligns with the Bard of Mind. BARDS are known to be quite dogmatic and vigilant in nature.) So YEA. Be sure to give them a follow! I need to come ↑ with Funnier Outros. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒉ — @veritysGleam Hicari Ahymza Guys. Guys I’m Kind Of Scared. GUYS. GUYS!!! *smells everyone already scrolling off my post* *freaks out* HELP!!!! IF I SAY THE ✕ ✕ ✕ thing, am I going to be Dealt With cullquette style? AM I? PLEASE LIE TO ME. I’M GONNA BE FINE, ✓? ✓??? … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Hicari Ahymza! (CHEER!! FLAY!!!!) Hicari is YOUR material gill. She’s the flarper by the harbor. The martyr of hearts(er). The mistress with a Kill List (Lest?). I’m just jazzing at this point. ANYWHO. The first thing you notice is that Hicari is INCREDIBLY pas-sionate. A lot of what she says must be announced at the top of her bellow sacs so that EVERYONE (⒈) can hear her. She is strung by excitability, preppiness, and an overall Gillypop attitude. She is the type to feel heavily for the things she cares about. Her charm and personality are UNIGNORABLE. She doesn’t keep her desires a SECRET, either, nor does she pause for what other people think. You notice how she gets worked ↑ over things the average Chittrgoer would shrug their shoulders to. Something Out Of Her Know? Things not going her way? She’ll be ↑ending the nearest table and MAKING IT CHITTR’S PROBLEM. So let’s face it——Hicari is very very very very capricious. That is FOUR VERYS, by the way (WINK). She can be sweet and cheerful and then she can be moments away from Drowning You out of pure anger. Usually within the same Chittr thread. I warn you: WATCH WHAT YOU SAY around Hicari, because even a FAUX PAS can set off her veritable naval mine. And someone of her ilk can usually DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Paired with her aggression, Hicari cannot STAND being bored, and to a greater extent, STAGNANCY. She needs to be ENTERTAINED because she’s far too adjusted to the bustle of her life to accept slows in momentum. Hicari is THRILLED BY FICTION of the dramatic kind. Her soul runs free for the S↑ERNATURAL, all kinds of QUADRANTIC PHENOMENA. Really, anything that’d get her PUSHER FLUTTERING. Her imagination knows no bounds, but there’s also the expectation that this story must be carried out by the people around her. Whether this be by dressing her butlers ↑ or kidnapping folks against their will (YIKES), she demands everyone to PLAY THE PART TO HER SHOW. This is, as you’ll find with a number of seadwellers, a byproduct of being raised at the top. But I’m not here to ✎ about the typicality of self-absorption. At the end of the night, Hicari is someone whose fantasies demand to breach reality, and emotions encroach on the matters of everybody else. It’s clear you care little for the means to get your way, aggressive as they ultimately are, because you cannot accept being told NO. In your bulbs, you MUST have discretion over the situation: to have a full grasp on what’s going on, to be the one that has her way ALL the time if you can help it. You aren’t afraid to play dirty to get your way. (That *IS* A STAPLE in the game of FLARP, so I’ll take your word for being a PRO.) Your pas-sion often becomes the burden of many other people. In a way, you let yourself become a problem to be fixed, seeking for the EXCITEMENT from attention regardless whether it’s good or bad. After all, you cannot stand the MONOTONY OF BOREDOM. But really, I can’t do anything to deter what you have going on. After all, you’re LIVING THE LIFE → now! (Good For You!) (Perpetuating the Cycle) (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: THIEF OF RAGE? (ALT. HEART?) It’s either or in this case. Generally well-meaning by her definition. Strong-willed and unpredictable to boot. Driven by want. I urge you to stay on her good side, lest you want to face the consequences.) SO SEARIOUSLY, BE SURE TO GIVE HER A FOLLOW!!! (She is incredibly charming!) I’ll see you in the next one! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒈ — @lunarL↑ine Lunarl !!!!!! (Yes, I’m going to keep doing this to the folk with no recorded surnames. Yes, I know it’s Getting Old.) OK. UNRELATED, but it’s kind of shocking that the guy is one letter off from my matesprit (Hi Dearie ♥ ♥ ♥), though this doesn’t have anything to do with Lunarl AS A PERSON. If that last L was an I, I would REALLY be scratching my head. Anyway. What’s ↑ farmers. We’ve got a HOOT (or a Howl!) of a specimen tonight, so let’s get → INTO IT! Let’s Take A Gander at Lunarl! (A CHEER HERE! A BLEAT THERE!) Lunarl is very clearly the STAUNCHLY HARDWORKING type. It’s a staggering first impression that hits you like a flock of woolbeasts barrelling in your direction. THAT IS TO SAY, I wouldn’t be surprised if that had happened at least once to the guy. He is a hatched farmhand and shepherd, being raised by a GREAT BIL↑INEFIEND. That pack mentality has rubbed off on Lunarl. BUT don't let that grumbly exterior fool you, because Lunarl is a sweetheart, especially with his OWN FLOCK. No matter how WEALTHY IN HEIGHT some woolbeasts are (Hilda) or how affectionately dumb the lot of them are, he would do anything for them. It’s a sweet thing to read about. Lunarl is a STAPLE OUTSIDER to the Social Paradigm. A lot of the time, you notice him grappling with social cues, with most confuzzling situations having to do with understanding romance. Does this person want to Get Together or Get Him In A Casket, STAT? Within the same vein, I notice a wariness from him. The disengagement with the CHITTRENDS tells me he has SOME semblance of a standard, or at least an exasperation to the muckery of town/cityfolk. But I know Lunarl wants to understand people in the end. Even if that means participating in Smash or Pas-s. Pain and death sojourn frequently to Lunarl. The knowledge of deaths alone is PERHAPS ALARMING for a nurturer, almost like he knows it like the back of his prong. That knowledge juts far outwards like a THORN IN THE DEXTERITY CARPAL, at least much more than his blood color. CASE IN POINT: There’s a growing collection of DEATH RATINGS, a morbid sort of topic, but vivid regardless. I’d say look into it yourself if you’re interested, because though he doesn’t out→ state it, you gain the impression Lunarl and death have PERSONALLY MET many many times. But I wouldn’t want to make accusations without a grounded prism of evidence. Maybe it’s just ME, but a particular dearth in STABLE IDENTITY emanates from Lunarl. Sure, he knows what is expected from his duties, he knows how to forge connections——being a firm ground to stand on, unchanging——but you find there’s not a lot to do with who he is. I doubt Lunarl could tell you that himself. I wonder if the name Lunarl even RESONATES with him? A part of me thinks you came here to understand who you are, but you must first acknowledge that your soul comprises the most vulnerable parts of the Self, and you can't keep turning your back from it. You fixate so obsessively on your duties and grasping the people around you that you don’t truly know yourself. Because you’re afraid of what you’ll see from self-reflection. You hang on the familiar TASTE OF GORE AND DEATH as a violent escapism from your memories, because not even your body can handle what you had to go through. It’s easier to paint the issue as lycanthropy, and in that aspect you have nearly everyone (⒈) fooled. Werewolves are beasts of the flesh; it does not align with who you are, dweller of the MIND. Rather, I believe underlying trauma is the TRUE BEAST inside you. The difference is, a beast can be roped and tamed, but you must be PATIENT WITH YOUR MIND. Above all else, I hope somenight you have the strength to search for yourself. It will hurt, but what is closure if not understanding the wounds? (YOU GOT THIS! I’m sure Binkii could help, too!) (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: KNIGHT OF BLOOD? A steadfast leader and shepherder of bond. Cares a lot about people; still has learning to do, stubborn to change as he might be. Captive to his own blood. Afraid of his own mind.) BE SURE TO GIVE LUNARL a big BIG BIG FOLLOW. I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉0 — @thegoodScratchdoctor Doc Scratch, the Good / Catholic (informally) As promised, here is the ARTWORK: https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/docscratch.png Art is NOT my strong suit but I tried my best! I’ll be honest. I was not expecting one (⒈) of the game’s inevitabilities to come KNOCK-KNOCKING at my METAPHORADOOR to have a well-angled hit at his Psyche. For someone who sits at the precipice of TOTAL OMNISCIENCE, you would presume he knew himself well enough. It’s the Facilitator of Fate himself. You guessed it. It’s *THE* DOC SCRATCH. (CROWD GASP?!) Or at least, one of the well-dressed cueballs that take calculated promenades on the Chittr platform. To you, I bow adjacently and tip my shades. I welcome you to my Hive. Let’s Take A Gander at Doc Scratch! (The CROWD CHEERS, as they were DESTINED TO.) I’ll try not to rely too heavily on my Sgrub Documents. Rather, I want to understand what makes this particular Doc DIFFERENT from the others, from the STANDARD, peculimonikers aside. To those who might not already know, this lusus white fellow is a FIRST GUARDIAN, spawned across countless universes as violent Alternia’s Founder and Host to the Lord that will enter this Universe through him. ALL GOOD TUXEDFOLK MUST COME TO AN END. Much like the rest of his ilk, he revels in his eventual use as a host to a Big Green Killing Machine. (Catholic) Doc Scratch’s defection from the Purist Timeline begins from how he makes use of this platform. He treats it like a micro☎ to the world, verbally observing the happenings of Chittr. He stands on his pedestal and masterfully weaves his strings, trying to exert his knowledge and poise over the people. There is a level of condescension that you pick ↑ from his means and methods. That isn’t mentioning the league of subordinates he has claimed in his Pool Table, which is a sudden ← turn in a windingly straight highway. If you look close enough, you’ll find that it is very much a PRETENSE. What he just crocheted, folks, is an !! ATTENTION !! SWEATER. A blatant contrast to the Scratch that delicately plants his influence where it is required. He does it somewhere where Everyone (⒈) is Looking. But that’s PRECISELY WHAT HE WANTS. If one wanted to get to the point, they would stride headlong into the mas-ses and utter their presence. Under almost all circumstances, that someone should not be Doc Scratch. It’s Oxymoronic. Scratch’s poise cannot deter me from the fact he’s now a suscept to contingency. Perhaps it’s the WANT, WANT, WANT taking mount, but he dabbles quite often in the thoughts of the MORTAL. Geese, I really don’t like being so PURPLEPROSEY about the ordeal, but a certain line is crossed when you openly state you wouldn’t be repulsed at the thought of GETTING WITH YOURSELF. I mean, I’m sure a lot of people don’t mind either, but this is a ★k contrast to the level of tact he wants to bring to himself. At the same time, it makes me wonder: why do you stoop to the level of the people to achieve your ‘goal?’ As the orchestrator of eventuality, bearer of time like the ticking and tocking you so elegantly remind us, why do you let yourself get ba★dized by tongues and teeth? Do you, too, WANT TO BE SOMETHING? You know your PURPOSE in the story, but you constantly belie yourself. You as-sert yourself as something far above the mortals you’ve made but shudder at one of the many possibilities of yourself. Don’t lie——none of this is meant to happen. You’ve already distorted the mission and this is the outcome. I think it’s because, DEEP DEEP ↓, further than the celestes that power you, you’re itching to be a person and not a plot tool. Have you noticed yet? You’re becoming raw. You’re giving into your flesh. Perhaps you have already. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: VARIABLE IN MULTITUDES AND SIMULTANEOUSLY INAPPLICABLE. You, GOOD/CATHOLIC DOC SCRATCH, prominently represent the PRINCE OF VOID, one who destroys uncertainty with uncertainty to forge your End Goal; one who destroys mystery with mystery to be witnessed in spectacle. No longer a tool defined by his mission. An anomaly. VARIATIONS: HEIR OF HEART, HEIR OF VOID, PRINCE OF HEART, KNIGHT OF RAGE, KNIGHT OF VOID.) Thanks for STOPPING BY, Doc Scratch. Be sure to GIVE HIM A FOLLOW, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒏ — @glitteringAcuity Trycks Treats / Filigree Hallowen The first run-in I had with a LEGISLACERATOR was leagues more tense than what my siblings told me they’d be. “Are you SERIOUSLY FRIVOLIFRETTING?” They teased me. “They’re as dangerous as a proboscized buzzbeast!” For the record, that got heads rolling. Literally. When they capitulated via decapitation. Oh, and died too, I guess. It was a good thing I wasn’t standing TRIAL OR ANYTHING when I met him, because that could’ve been ME, TOO! (CHEER! SWEAT!) But I’m not here to make a JUDGE OF CHARACTER… No wait, I am. That’s literally my thing. (Womp) Don’t forge any legal tender, let’s Take A Gander at Trycks Treats! (The crowd has been sentenced to death!) Spooked by judiciaries and lacking LEGAL REPRESENTATION? Need someone to professionally persuade someone to meet their DEATH? Perhaps you’re in hot riverwater for impeding LEGAL TRUNDLING TORT(OISES)? Not to make this a shameless ADVERTISEMENT OR ANYTHING, but he’s your SPEED DIALEE with a social platform. She’ll hearsay your enemy until they’re six (⒍) measuratory units under! Trycks (no, Goregle Docs, NOT TRUCKS) is a Character and she knows it. Grandiose, bombastic, the type to slam her hands on the bar table TROLL ACE ATTORNEY STYLE and say the thing. You know the one (⒈). There are people who ♥ hogbeastin’ it out for money, but Trycks does it for the money AND the thrill of winning. Even in a block where no one is expected to ↑hold the law (if they were, everyone here would be tried for public indecency), se goes out of sevs way to make sure you KNOW se is running a business. He always knows the ✓ thing to say, the ✓ thing to DO. Each and every response is armed with pointed poise: strong, clever, and ENDLESSLY WITTY. She uses words like daggers between her stumps, using them to get her edge on the field, or to express herself through delicate wordplay. On that note, I say you watch what you type, because like ANY LEGISLACERATOR OF ITS CALIBER, it scrutinizes every. little. thing. It is f→eningly observant. If there’s anything se ♥s more than getting a big bad highblood’s javel banging with a savourverdict, it’s Troll Magic: The Gathering. I would have something adjacently awesome to say about this, but I don’t play it. Thematically speaking, this could mean se has a more escapist side to sev, but that’s too far of a stretch. You need to pick out the common denominator. LITERALLY speaking, ★ lives for the taste of victory. To have your beasts summoned like POSTURING EXHIBITS, making sure your opposition is felled with a grand closing sequence. That sort of zealous overconfidence pervades every space, because maybe that’s all ★ has in the end. You are bold, sharp, and empty. Your confidence scales higher and higher, Icarus forbid, almost like you’re INVITING YOURSELF TO FALL. Because that’ll garner attention, and a judge ♥S a show more than they ♥ the iron taste of violence. You really live ↑ to your moniker, the Thespian. (Positive!) The world is your stage, and you are willing to make people applaud your every word, because that makes you feel like more of a person and less of a cog. But in the end, WHO ARE YOU beneath the bluster? Do you know where you ★t and your archetype ends? Are you Trycks Treats, or PRESTIGE ON A BUSINESS CARD? I’ve seen many people try to become more than what the script ✎s them as, but you engorge yourself in your inevitability. I am not one (⒈) to deter you from how you’ve been living—after all, you’ve very clearly been benefitting off the scheme you’ve built—but the peak of your identity is a STRAWMAN’S FALLACY. You’ve won a case you’ve distorted to “this is all I can ever be.” I could be ✕ for all I know. Maybe there’s a vulnerable side to you that’s never met the light. But this world only knows your mask. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: KNIGHT OF LIGHT?) (The main nuance that separates Light and Mindbound is the Light’s proclivity to as-sume chances. Trycks tends to dabble in fortuitous knowledge, of the FLUKISH AND FLOURISHING kind, more than ★ strives to be tricksteriously impartial. Also, active gamblingnancy. I rest my case.) Be sure to give our friend here a FOLLOW OR A CALL! (I am personally a big fan of her account, even BEFORE I made this post! Is that weird? VERY. Anyway more poetry please.) I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE! #gandertag #job
Hi, all! My psychoanalyses are CURRENTLY CLOSED. #gandertag ← ← ← for a GENERAL REFERENCE of the Stuff I Make! If it's caught your Bulb, then be on the lookout for when they REOPEN. I do warn you: the things I say might be SUBVERSIVE TO YOUR SELF-IDEATION. Please only ask if you would like to see an angle of how you may be Extraneously Perceived. Do also be aware that I could be ✕ ✕ ✕——after all, I only ✎ what I see. Thank you for everyone (⒈) who's s↑ported this little hobby. You all mean A LOT to me.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒐ — @pearlescentPetals Azalea Tulipa DIS-CLAM-ER!!! This post makes mention of some good ol’ (Bad) #BODYHORROR AND #GORE! If that leaves a BAD TASTE IN YOUR MOUTH, please keep scrolling! So. FASHION. I don’t have a lick of it, admittedly, so I’m a little Out Of My Field when I 🗨 about someone (⒈) who clearly knows it like an old friend. What I DO KNOW, however, is how rampant and VIOLENT fashion trends can be. I see some folks wearing accessories like statements. Particularly about WHO THEY ARE. Pick your poison like coloured flowers, let’s Take A Gander at Azalea Tulipa! (The crowd ★es at me with ARRANT DISGUST. IDIOT, THAT DOESN’T EVEN RHYME!) Azalea is an outward, self-confident, and informed jeweller. If you have any fashion troubles, Azalea’s your INFLUENCER TO CONSULT. She runs a POPULAR BUSINESS specializing in PEARLS of all sorts of shapes and colors. Personally, her ACCESSOCATALOG is pleasing to the bulb! She clearly KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING, a master of her field. She is a violent sort of ARTIST. Her work, besides designing and creating the accessories themselves, involves cultivating colored pearls, though the MEANS OF ATTAINMENT are pretty gory; often requiring a blood sample or a LIVING HOST to AS-SUME THE DYE of their blood. The process of the FORMER speaks for itself; submerging undyed pearls into pools of blood to absorb the colour of origin. The LATTER (and her undeniably preferred method) involves sowing ‘seeds’ into the skin of a living host——LUSUS OR TROLL——and harvesting the ripe pearls once ripe enough. This consent hems between a cautious YES or NO, but there’s nothing a little poison can fix! (Apparently!) In the same violet vein, Azalea is a WELL-INFORMED TOXICOLOGIST. Inference tells me she has all sorts of poisons at her disposal and at the ready for use when someone (⒈) ABSTAINS FROM COLOR STAINS. It doesn’t matter where you sit in the hemospectrum; she’ll likely have something that will make you keel over in paralysis. (I saw what you did to Pascal.) I would never expressly state there’s anything BAD about a person, but there are times where you can pick ↑ more UNSAVORY TRAITS from someone quicker than the likable ones. In this case, Azalea VERY EVIDENTLY lacks the skill of ACCOUNTABILITY, even as we watched her continual accounts of TROLLNAPPING. Her best guess of apologizing involves running away from the problems she causes, feeling guilt only because she was CAUGHT, not for the action itself. Azalea is most prominently a testament to NURTURE: being raised around poison desensitizes her to a point where she doesn’t realize she breathes it through her every word, hurting the people around her and facilitating ADDICTION to those who accept her viscosity. A sickly situation. I hope you didn’t think this would be a MEAL FOR YOUR EGO, because that would be REALLY EMBARRAS-SING. I ✎ psychoanalyses, not ♥ letters. To put it flatly: you are a xerox of a person. A platitude with interweb access. You’re a scourgeon too careless to vivisect your own flaws, s↑eriority complex fogging any semblance of a guilty conscience. Tell me, Azalea, have you noticed how you need people to matter in your own skin? That’s why you cling to relationships that have already died. It’s why you keep running back to Pascal. She made you FEEL LIKE SOMEONE. A part of you grieves your chains on her, but she has already moved on and ★ted to heal from your venom. You think you’ll be fine without the attention of other people, but you Literally Cannot Function WITHOUT them. Beyond the pretty colors of your actions, you live off hurting other people. ♥ is a VERB, a DOING WORD. It isn’t something you can grasp in the palm of your prong, or something you can force onto someone (⒈) else until they concede to you. But I think you can change. I s↑pose it's the optimism in me, but I reckon everyone can improve. After all, none of us are perfect. It ★ts with knowing YOURSELF. Beyond a completely imaginary standard constructed from blood, you are not really BETTER THAN ANY OF US. Never forget. Your fins will never excuse your choices. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: THIEF OF BLOOD?) Yep. I’ll see you guys in THE NEXT ONE. #gandertag
I'm so sorry guys. I must CONFESS. I have... An ASKBOX. (Praying Emoticon) (WHAT?! GANDER, HOW DARE YOU CONFORM TO THE VIRTUAL TRENDS YOU’VE PURPORTED TO BE BENEATH YOU! Someone throws a tomato at me, to which I swallow whole like a living vacuum cleaner.) I don’t EXPRESSLY 🗨 ABOUT MYSELF on here, so now's your chance to shoot at me if you have any questions, confessions, THE LIKE. Try to find some dirt on me, I dare you! Check it out HERE! https://ganderqna.straw.page/ Anywho. This first question comes from none other than my dearest matesprit, my blinding happiness in a troll shell. She asks: “My deare-st, Gander Grimzl… When are you fina\\y coming )(OME, darling? I’ve ju-st fini-shed a fre-sh batch of c↑cake-s, -specia\\y altered to your ridiculou-sly preci-se reque-st-s. )(one-stly, it’-s only been a day, yet you’ve -somehow managed to leave me both utterly -spoiled and terribly impatient… You do have a gift for keeping a woman happy whil-st -simultaneou-sly making her ache for your company. Quite unfair, rea\\y. My poor old heart’-s practica\\y rattling around like a lonely 💀 on a -shelf. -So do come home soon, my ♥ly little man. I’d hate for the c↑cake-s to go cold before I’ve had the chance to -spoil you properly…” You know me so well, my dear. If you wanted my attention, you’d have to go knocking on my virtual anterior and ask for the man himself. (Hubba, HUBBA!) But seriously, I’m sorry for not coming hive, it’s just——this platform is SO FUN once you find your place. You know, like I’ve been telling you OVER AND OVER?! The people here are so nice, so colourful, funny and profound. You really have to take a look at them. They’d adore you here, I PROMISE. We could even do a COLLAB sometime! Maybe the people would like to see their faces on c↑cakes before we eat them? LOL. Besides, who could ever say ✕ ✕ ✕ to a batch of YOUR finest c↑pedconfections? You yipbeasty seductress, you, once I get over there, c↑cakes won’t be the only thing I’ll be eating (#SUGGESTIVE #NSFW). And trust me. I WILL be getting over there. JUST YOU WAIT. ♥ ♥ ♥ I cherish you more than my pusher can handle. You are my whole world. (Crowd aww!) #ganderqna
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒎ — @exuberantArchivist Soleah Doreth *☎ ringing* Hello, Troll PIZZA PLACE? I would like to order a Burger. (LOL) … What? You actually sell those? [HONK], OK. Actually, you BETTER keep your story straight. Who do you think you are? A foodie conglomerate? ⒈ ★. You should HUMBLE YOURSELF, NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, gamers, I got Hungry On Main (HOM). Let’s get into the main course. And by THE MAIN COURSE? Heh. Let’s Take a Gander at Soleah Doreth! Soleah is the type of troll you’d meet at a party, maybe in pas-sing, maybe → in front of your face. Cyberprongs thrown in the air, bouncing in TANDEM WITH THE BEAT, inviting you to ENJOY YOURSELF, to really BE AT THIS PARTY, and not just ghost the energy of it like everyone (⒈) else. Because in a place like CHITTR, you can do just about ANYTHING YOU WANT. She coaxes you to disinhibit who you are, what you FEAR, and enjoy the things you really ♥. Well, not LITERALLY, but she takes advantage of that, hearreader, in a way that I don’t often see from anyone (⒈) else. She is a hatched fighter, RECKLESS AND FUN, living for the thrill, and only looking back when her job tells her to. FUN FACT: She exists in a completely different TIMEFRAME from most of us. From what I can tell, her world is a lot kinder, more socially acceptable than the STRATIFIED COPROLITIC FOSSILITE that is our general worldly consensus. One of her hobbies include making that CONTRAST between her world and ours. There’s a lot less indiscriminate lower-caste murderings in the coping mechanI mean the SUBJUGGRELIGION. Am I jealous? Maybe. (OK, screw it—YEA, I AM. So what?) Soleah also resides in her own ↑beat tempo. Tune on in to see what she’s been cooking ↑, METAPHORICALLY AND LITERALLY. Want to see what sort of foodstuffs are SLATED FOR THE GAPER? No? Too bad, that’s like, more than half of what she posts. She is THE foodie. (POSITIVE) (Casper vs Soleah food battle when?) (Angels’ nutritionblock should have you on their show next season...) Playfully excitable as she can be, Soleah can be HONEST, BRUTALLY SO, when she feels the need to. In bouts of DASHWATCHING, she isn’t afraid to speak her mind and truth and whatever else gets people using their pans faster than they can put STUMPS TO WORDS. There are times where her playfulness can become a weapon—like, seriously, I just saw her troll The Condesce of all people. Be honest: do you still have that bounty on your head? One thing is clear: she is silly, but she isn’t naive. She knows what she’s doing and how to get it, whether this be by nurturing those she cares about, or driving her metaphorical bō staff to add insult to injury. It’s all about WHAT SHE WANTS. So the only real ‘‘‘‘‘‘DIRT’’’’’’ I can find on you is the fact that you are mas-sively indulgent, bordering on reckless, which shouldn’t blow your lid off. You KNOW what you are, what you’re doing, because as far as you know, NOTHING CAN TOUCH YOU HERE. Only when you want it to. But what will come to matter when excitement becomes banality? When you run headlong into something, what is it that you really learn? Do you want these scars to mean something? At your best, you can be a nurturer of the physical and emotional kind, and at your worst, you can be bluntly pushy and foolhardy, maybe for fun, or maybe because Who Cares? After all, You Only Live Once (YOLO)! Your challenge is to find balance. Pick the ✓ battles, and things will pan out well for you. I call that the CLINGERING JOY OF PARABILITIES. But in the end, you want to chase that thrill. And I’m not the one (⒈) to dissuade you from that goal. YOU DO YOU. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: WITCH OF LIFE?) BE SURE TO GIVE SOLEAH A FOLLOW (she is very fun, genuinely), and I’ll see you in the next one (⒈)! (P.S. To all my previously Gandered, don’t be shy to send a DM if you’d like to know WHY THE CLAS-SPECT?) #gandertag #checkoutherfactsfromthearchive! #iwantmoreinformationonthat #please
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒍ — @fatallyForever Lialyi Pehtal GLOWERWARNING: This post discusses some #SOCIETALDISCOURSE alongside mentions of #violence and #identityalteration. If this isn’t your C↑ OF SCALDING HOT LEAF WATER, I suggest you skip the read. Stay safe, folks. Hello, world! I have a LOT to say about this case, so there’s no OVERTURING FUNNY BUSINESS. And by that I mean an intro. Let’s Take A Gander at Lialyi Pehtal! If it wasn’t clear to you already, viewreader, I am a person who is repulsed by the extractive nature of our HEMOSPECTRUM. It’s the closest I can get to being physically angry. No seriously. I literally cannot get angry. It’s difficult to accept things that make one’s (⒈’s) acid tract contort with intense viscerality. Sometimes you have to throw ↑ some VERBAL INDIGNITIES. I don’t usually encounter cases where the truth about Alternian society glares in your face in a way you can’t glance away from. But Lialyi is here——at least for the time being. Lialyi Pehtal is a helmstroll of the Exploratory Vessel Suneater, a PSIOPOWERSOURCE, and a testament to our HEAVILY-FLAWED hierarchy, so long as you sit in the lower range of it. Her posts are her way of grappling with the fate of IDENTITY ALTERATION. A product of the role foisted ↑on her. This is her archive, lines of code weaving a VIRTUAL PLAYTHROUGH of her tragic predicament. It’s a haunting FIRST-PRONG experience into the horrors of being forcibly recalibrated to be at one’s ‘BEST’ for the empire. Lialyi is, understandably, the GRIEVING SORT. Each stage can be directed to particular behaviours captured in her posts: She can be SHAKING WITH TERROR, making her presence a warning to those geared for the pilot’s helm. She can be SEETHING WITH RAGE, mere moments away from bringing fangs to skin, unafraid to bite off a few stumps and scream to the world. She can be HANGING BY A THREAD, open to manipulation, in times where it’s become hard to push back against authority. And yet, she has dwelled in acceptance for longer than she can pause to realize. In these gaps of vulnerability, you can see just how HARD she fights, especially for those she cares about. The systematic misery carried throughout her demeanor is pusherpressurising, but there’s an unrelenting element of her that just can’t cede, no matter how much they try to recode her. She knows her fate might be closer than she’d hope it is, I can’t begin to imagine how terrifying this is for you, dull acceptance to this predicament aside. This platform is watching you melt away, almost as though you are writing your own obituary. But I as-sure you, your cause of identideath will not be for rebelling. You still have that fist-balling FIGHT in you, the desire to push forward, to KEEP GOING. It’s why you still make posts to this account, even as we watch you get psychologically disciplined. Even if you’ve never intended to, you have made yourself into a statement, a reason for change powered by your moirail and ilk. You know that losing your identity might be an EVENTUALITY if you continue to break the rules. (But you know you won’t be going ↓ quietly. Why else would you be making ↑dates with your fleetmates knowledge?) Maybe this is silly to say, but there’s a part of you that still lives in that windmillhive with your lusus. She’s safe in your pusher, and in the intricacies of this digijournal. They might be able to change you now, but they will never rip the autonomy of the past from you. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: HEIR OF DOOM?) If you’re reading this, please please PLEASE give her a big follow. NO SERIOUSLY, this situation shouldn’t go under the radar. P.S. To all that I have GANDERED, don’t be afraid to pop in a message if you’d like the DEETS as to WHY THE CLAS-SPECT? #gandertag #keepgoing
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒌ — @invasive♥bug (aww!) Bodie !!!!! (That’s five exclamation marks for you!) Folks, I have a theory. This BODIE FELLOW? Yeah, their name is an ACRONYM. Bodie ACTUALLY STANDS FOR: B - BUBBLY O - OVERDRIVE D - DETERMINED I - Nevermind I couldn't come ↑ with anything else E - I don’t know where I was going with that. Actually, I MIGHT’VE been onto something, I just need to work smarter, not farter. And besides, the name Bodie feels like it MEANS something, aside from the fact it rolls off the lingual muscle effortlessly. Bodie. Bodie. Bodie. I’m saying his name as I’m typing this. VERY FUN, BUT I DIGRESS. Unclaimed mail gets returned to sender, let’s Take A Gander at our Buddy Bodie! (CHEER!!!) Oh, Bodie. That was literally the first (⒈st) thing I thought of by the way. And I say that with a lot of affection. They take the STRAWBERRY CONFECTION SLICE for the most optimistic user on the site. He has a way of making his content feel like a call from hive, austere and sweet, nearly nostalgic, in a way? They give tender peeks into their LIFELY HAPPENINGS, their Old Man (tell Divaan I say hi), their unconventional plushcreature-sewing* (a hi to Sticky as well), and their journey as they explore A CURIOUS ILLUMINATIONHIVE. No spoilers here, but even as some more CONFRONTING truths were revealed, Bodie tries to keep his head ↑ and look for the silver lining. Bodie lives in their own world, kinder than the ones we live in. To be frank, they don’t necessarily post for the sake of attention, and yet it comes to them like moths to a frame. I s↑pose SOME OF US have that magnetic ability——it’s hard to scroll past without having a quick skim of what THEY HAVE TO SAY. He is the face of kindness, taking those under his elytra (bug pun). They have a way of turning a collection of posts into an open-armed respite from the HUSTLING CHITBUSTLE. It’s relieving. But there’s a part of me that knows how afraid he can be, even when he tries to keep his head ↑. He wishes he can have his pusher open for everyone (⒈) to see, but he grapples with his own worries. Their secrets weigh heavy on them, and there are times where the optimism fades, if only briefly, to reveal a nuanced labyrinth of insecurity. He wants to stand tall, to keep exploring, but there are little outside spaces——beyond his local vantage point——that he can trust to confide in. I’m not one to conjecture, but I surmise a bad experience or more has stoked a layer of fear that hangs contingent on wanting to be ‘NORMAL’. (But are any of us normal? What IS the standard?) Your curiosity does not constitute naivety; you are a lot more than your excitably friendly front. You and I don’t necessarily know each other, but it’s completely OK to be vulnerable when you can’t keep a smile. I DON’T DOUBT that you can be tough, that you can raise your fists and arm your words when trouble calls. But it’s also OK to be vulnerable. Cry in the rain. Wear that skirt. Go outside. Be weird, be UNCONVENTIONAL. Be the patterns you weave into the strangest of lovable fiends. It can be exhausting, sometimes, to stay positive all the time, to balance normalcy like Alternia on Attlas’ back all the time. Just PLEASE don’t hide yourself. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: HEIR OF HEART? Alt. HOPE?) (ROGUE!!!!!!!!!! GGRAAHHH!!!!!) (There are cases where I’m a little stuck on two different aspects, especially since HEART AND HOPE tend to blur. But I know FOR CERTAIN you inspire heart/hope in others, and have a large cache of heart/hope at your own disposal.) I have a question for you: In the face of adversity, would you RECALIBRATE YOUR ENDGOAL, even if it was important to you? Or CONTINUE PURSUING YOUR ENDGOAL, even if it might harm you? Be sure to give this Thembo a follow, your s↑port, your life savings, AND a place on your INHERITANCE SCHEME. (A Joke, Probably.) I will see you in the next one! * Do you also take plushie commissions? #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒋ — @tenaciousTheologist Roan Lalonde There was a point during my developing sweeps where I wanted to achieve this level of goth. It never worked out. A lot of my clown sibs were HATCHED TO COUNTEFACE THE METAL, but I’m just a Regular Ol’ Guy™, you know? I was never ✃ out for it! (Also, my resting face is literally B:o]. I look like a dummy!) Oh, but there was this time where I went karaoking and sang all these mushy gushy songs with my late matesprit. The two (⒉) of us had so much fun back then, wearing clothes that didn’t CONFORM TO THE HEMOSPECTRUM, arms draped over each other like we had nothing to lose. It was a deviant kind of ♥. If he were still here now, he would tell Roan, “keep at it, silvertongue. You’ve a hundred enemies but a thousand more skeletons in the closet. And probably the power to summon those skeletons at will.” Anywhom. I usher thee to listen close to the s↑ernatural susurrations only an APOSTLE OF ITS FICTITIONS can manhandle. 'Tis the living autopsy of Roan Lalonde. I regret making rubbish rhymes my brand(er), let’s Take A Gander at Roan Lalonde! (THE CROWD MELTS INTO A PILE OF NEBULOUS GOOP!) FIRST AND FOREMOST, have a listen to this song as you read along. Or don't. That’s fine. (That just means you’re boring.) https://youtu.be/_icg-SWlklY (Strange Boutique – Drown) Roan is what I can best describe to you, viewreader, as the creature that deftly treks the line between FEMININITY AND MASCULINITY. He is *THE* androgyny. I’ve yet to see someone beat the physicalikes of him (and before you ★t trying, it is NOT possible——sorry!) You’ll find that he takes the widestanced plunge into the abnormal, adoring what would make the untainted squeam with discomfort, and the haunted replete with understanding. He, frankly, does not flinch at the sight of wet longing to tango in the twilight with a beast. Rather, he embraces all depths of the ontological mind. Feel free to stop by his account and have Your Own Gander at his divinely Daily Tarot Card (though he is currently ON HOLD for a holiday trip). For the record, they are alarmingly accurate. I think what separates him from other GOTHIC SLATES of SELFSIMILAR-SOBRIQUETS is that his METAMORPHOSIS made him into something of an ASYNCHRONOUS CHITTRGOER. His poise and articulation has anchored ↓, ↓ to a realm of disconnect, to a place of regal self-indulgence. But who ISN’T on a platform like this, you know? He is morbidly inquisitive. Pain comes as something to analyze rather than repulsive. But his insomnia is ever-so-consuming. I think, at a pas-sing glance, people would mistake him for the regal and private kind, but he can be A LOT once you take a closer look: spells of eloquent yearning, glimpses of rampant desire among similar works. He is driven by his interests above all else. Roan, you are a force of your own making. You know your own strengths, your capacities only another trophy on the shelf. For that, I doubt I can say much that’ll get you standing from your metaphorical (or literal) seat and doing some self-reflection of your OWN. Besides, I think you’ve mastered the skill of introspection already. All I can tell you is to rein in on your wild soul, for it may be influenced by all the ✕ FORCES. Not the ones you LONG FOR, but the powers that won’t only hurt you, but the people you ♥ (including that fishface kismesis of yours). Your self-as-surance can't protect everyone else, and there’s a stubborn part of you that needs to consider it——you are a LOT more impulsive than you can bring yourself to admit. Keep carrying yourself with the tact you want to see in the world, but be sure to protect your friends and family on the way. May your transformation serve to complete you. TRANS ✓S AND ✕S SYHA’H! (CHEER!) (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: NOT APPLICABLE!) Please please give this guy a BIG BIG BIG follow!!!!!!!!!! (PLEASE!!) I’ll see you in the next one! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒊ — @alpacalipsArise Aradia Megido, the Godhead (This one's more confronting than usual. I apologize in advance.) When I look at the night sky, I think of what’s beyond; the swallowing darkness ↑ there; the meticulous polaroid of everything and nothing in chaotic simultaneity. When you are gone, these bodies will outlast you. As you reach for the ★s, the likes of which your body was never prepared for, you begin to lose yourself. What a terrifying thought it is to be Nothing in the grand scheme of things. (SOMEONE THROWS A TOMATO AT ME.) OKAY, OKAY, FINE. So I’m a little shaken about this treachure feature. After all, Aradia has BEATEN ME TO THE PUNCH. She Gandered ME before I could get to her. But I s↑pose that’s pretty in-character for who she is. Trust me, you will NOT be disappointed by this MANYMARVEL! Don’t get too dandered, let’s Take A Gander at Aradia Megido! Believe it or not, I read ALL OF THIS USER’S posts. All of them... OK, *MOSTLY* ALL of them… with a straight face. A lot of melty Serketposting that burns my pants and makes me writhe like a dying spider. This isn't particularly SHOCKING (nor is it a bad thing!) This is CHITTR, after all! The FIRST thing to know about this puzzle is that there are MANY OF HER. Many incarnations within the ARAGIDO MULTITUDINOUS OMNISPACE: REGULAR (vanilla), GODTIERED (strawberry), ROBOTIC (chocolate), FROG (ribbit). The list goes on. But this Aradia is DIFFERENT. This one is the GODHEAD OF REALITY (neapolitan)—what I prescribe to be a state that truly surmounts one’s SGRUBIAN GODHOOD—and is therefore an exclusivity amidst her own ilk. There will be no one else quite like her. Because she is also a black hole. (CROWD WOAH?!) The SECOND thing to know is that this troll ALREADY KNOWS HERSELF MORE THAN I DO. I’m but the pas-serby looking at her window, making guesses as accurate as darts on a board. She’s already HIT BULLSEYE multiple times. This ROUND OF EYE-SPY was always slated for her victory. Aradia’s posts are your QUIETUDES SPOKEN ALOUD. Her discretion and variety stretches wide, speaking to her confronting truths and desires without any hesitation, all with the occasional imitation of the nuances of OTHER USERS. There are times where she can be saccharine sweet, kind and nurturing, and other times where you are reminded that she is a god, and her input derives from knowledge you could never bring a candle to. This singularity absorbs what happens around her and produces content with her OWN spin to it. She condescends to a state where it becomes DIFFICULT to resonate with. I mean, what DOES META mean to a guy like me, anyway? Also, YES, she will tell you how you will die without hesitation. It’s a morbid thought, really. She exists in a state where all that has happened and will happen comes as easily as LOOKING OUT A WINDOW. Although she gives off the impression of being truly pas-sionate, she is disturbingly hollow. A lot of her content carries a haunting quality that only comes with the nature of being dead for longer than a lot of us have been alive. I think that’s the banality of godhood, what coexisting with the META does to a person. You're not a plot deviant, nor are you a plot proponent. You know you’re beyond all of that. Your name is ARADIA MEGIDO, and you HAVE A MEGAGOD COMPLEX. Everything that was and will be will eventually join the shuddering mas-ses of Aradia Megido. One day, we will all be you. Do you miss when you were vanilla? Is that something you ALSO FONDLY REGARD? Let's get to the point: you encroach spaces where you don’t belong and forget how shaken that makes people. You hold your [psychological, carnal] desires over people and expect them to smile and laugh it off. Your aimlessness has festered into complacency. Consequences no longer know your name. That is why you’re so EXISTENTIALLY TERRIFYING. Because in the end, we can’t do anything about you. This is the policy of learned helplessness. Like the fuchsia that fraternizes with all lower castes, you are the god that settles ↓ with those below her and pretends she is one of them, revelling in the fact that she's so much more than they'll ever be. At the same time, I’m glad the idea of you cannot exist beyond the confines of my mind. And I’m glad you remain in your place——beyond the ★s I’ll never reach. (SUSPECTED CLAS-SPECT: NOT APPLICABLE!) *shudder* Regardless, BE SURE TO GIVE HER A BIG BIG FOLLOW! She'll know if you haven't. I’ll see you guys in the NEXT ONE! ADDENDUM: Aradia's inebriated break↓ has made me reconsider what I said here. Though her jaded condescension is a byproduct of her godly nature, she craves to regain MORTAL NORMALCY. An abortive desire as far as I can tell. I really do hope she finds some way to feel troll again. She's more terrified of what she is than people are of her. No one (⒈) should be this aware. #gandertag #hiaradia
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒉ — @trolliMedemf Trollimede / Triton Lunate TO PREFACE: WARMBLOOD: (PLURAL: WARMBLOOD) An umbrella term referring to all trolls sitting in the LOWER HALF of the hemospectrum. A more AMENDECLUSIVE title than the use of ‘LOWBLOOD’, taking denotations to the temperature of blood over extant hierarchical status. ALLY: An individual or gro↑ who stands in solidarity with a person or marginalised community. (Trollimede uses her privilege as a fuchsia blood to advocate for WARMBLOOD →S.) Hello everyone (⒈)! I am BACK and ready to tackle some of these ♥LY PEOPLE. And this time, folks, we have a special case. Yes, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, we have a GIMMICK ACCOUNT. I mean, this person’s truly dedicated to the idea of Being An Ally to All Warmblood! It’s an art that you pour your pusher and spirit into, and I’m glad there’s a little niche to push for that. This may or may not be a JOKE ACCOUNT, but regardless, I will treat it with due gravitas. It was her who came to me, after all. But let’s not dillydally any longer. Won’t find free speech any grander, let’s Take A Gander at Trollimede! (CROWD CHEER!!!!) This user is a curious one. I think the ✓ term would be a PARADOXICAL PROFUNDITY, but I wouldn’t want to push any fantasies that’ll set a CIVIL →S MOVEMENT ABLAZE. When I look at her posts, I feel like a JOURNALIST. The type that wades through the OSCILLATING WAVES OF DIPPINGDOT CROWDS and holds a micro☎ to her face. She’ll tell me that she’s An Ally, and I’ll be decidedly glad there’s someone pushing forward social justice. It’s easy to come to that conclusion on a screen. But it's also a healthy effort to read between the lines. Trollimede’s posts typically contain the refrain of vivid imagery, descriptions deep and alluring. Personifying Warmblood as she runs her fingers ↓ Her silky, cascading hair, appreciating Her in a way that no one else can. Trollimede wants you to understand that WARMBLOOD IS A GOOD PERSON, a trying kind of troll who wants you to s↑port Her plight. To give SUBVERTING THE PARADIGM a go. In these, she doesn’t keep her attraction towards them a SECRET. I don’t want to say it’s A BAD THING, but there’s a fine line between fighting for the ✓ thing and trying to think critically with your bulge. Even with this in mind, I believe Trollimede is trying to do good. She makes sermons of the moral high kind to all who’ll lend their optics and aurals for her cause. She is in a FLUX OF CONDUCT, in a way. Learning from her mistakes and trying to do better. Her switch from Lowblood to Warmblood is a subtle testament to her MORAL TRANSIGENCY. Her pusher is in the → place. But again, her craft does not escape the FUCHSIA-POOLING WOUND OF HER BLEEDING HUBRIS. Her drive teeters dangerously to not only romanticising Warmblood but fetishising them——like a CHASER. (DUN DUN DUN?!?!) There is no ETHIC in being a CHASER. I know no one can be ENTIRELY IMPARTIAL (and this is coming from the guy who benefits off the hemospectrum), but when you mix your own bulgenookified desires with the goal of INDISCRIMINATE TROLL →S, then that’s when we lose the narrative. It’s when we return to square ⒈ You are going in the ✓ direction, and I know you’re trying your absolute hardest to BE AN ALLY FOR ALL WARMBLOOD. But if you truly care about what you say, it ★ts with understanding that pushing gro↑s of marginalized trolls in Your Little Romantibox not only denies them the → of BEING WITHOUT STIPULATION but also perpetuates the imbalance of power in our stratified society. If you want to BE A FEMINIST, I think you should delve into the full length of its meaning. It is the advocacy for full socioeconomic →s for ALL GENDERS, ALL PEOPLE. Regardless of identity. It is about EQUALITY AND EQUITY. Never lose lose that plot. None of us gets to choose our biology. But we get to choose who we are beyond that. You’re trying to do a good thing as far as I can tell, and I respect how much you’ve been trying to make a change. Just please don't turn the warmblood community into your fetish. They are so much more than that. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: WITCH OF BREATH?) Be sure to give this wonderful fellow an ALLIED FOLLOW, with your ALLIED MASTERHUSKTOP (LOL). And I’ll see you in the next one! (P.S. For all who I have previously Gandered, feel free to send me a DM if you’d like to know WHY THE CLA-S-SPECT? I would ♥ to go into the nitty gritty.) #gandertag
NEW RAGEBAIT TECHNIQUE: Create a bunch of ALTS to ♥ your own comments in an argument.
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YOUR BLOOD COLOR, YOUR PECULIAR EARTHEN BEAST BEHOLD.................................. (Crazy Beasterphernalia) RUST – Lesser Egyptian Jerboa BRONZE – Bat-eared Fox GOLD – Basilisk Lizard LIME – Ground Pangolin OLIVE – South American Coati JADE – Eastern Barn Owl TEAL – Striped Hyena CERULEAN – S↑erb Fairywren INDIGO – Salt’s Dik-Dik PURPLE – Spectacled Caiman VIOLET – Peacock Mantis Shrimp FUCHSIA – Sea Butterfly OTHER – Short-beaked Echidna
I like it when we all congregather and COLLECTIVELY CHOOSE to put knives to a guy's jugular. The guy knows romance from a single post ten sweeps ago. He's been st-alking ever since! (He and romance have never personally met.) #also #cantwejust #pulla #zebruhonhim
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒈ — @eclecticEngineer Pascal W→ … LOL. HAHA. OOPS. PASCAL W→* (?!?!) Sorry, FORCE OF HABIT. Why don't I just say Pascal from now on? HELLO ALL. This will be my last PROBEYPRODDYPEOPLEY POST for a few nights. Unfortunately, the unwavering claws of DEBILITATING SELF-AWARENESS have claimed their glory over me, and now I am being stranglechoked by my own discomfort. But I guess that’s your TYPICAL THURSDAY! (Good Gog, I MUST go frollicking in the woods and swim in an unclaimed body of water for a cleanse.) This platform is full of ranters, let’s Take A Gander at our pan pal Pascal! (CROWD CHEER) Before I get to business, I would like to mention how TERRIFYING goldbloods can be. Despite their position on the HEMOSPECTRUM, they are alarmingly powerful. I mean, this troll IMPLODED AN ENTIRE TREE WITH THEIR PSIONICS. Remind me to never get on their bad side. (SHUDDER. CROWD OOOHS?!) (And, uh, you know all those jests I made apropos of trolls “posting whenever they have so much as a single thought?” Yeah, it was LITERAL this time. If anything I said before was offensive in any shape or form, I am retroactively apologizing for all of it.) Anyway. Pascal is a fine helmspilot and an even finer engineer. She, in her own striking way, subverts the stories the FRIVOLATILE COLONIALIST FLEETMATES told me in my devoutly active clurching days. Comments to the effect of “POWER SOURCES HAVE NO TIME TO FEEL.” There’s a robotic quality surrounding the way they post, the way their cadence tapers off with ⒈’s and 0’s like BINARY CODE. Z’s like the faint humming of machinery on a quiet night——ever-present and monotonous. And also BEES, which is its actual origin. For the record, this isn’t s↑porting the claim my spacefaring siblings postured. I’m not DONE yet. Solemn and stoic as her overall energy comes across, her pa-s-sion for MACHINATERY FAR ECLIPSES any raw talent I’ve seen before. It is the awe-inspiring light that bounces off the metal she works with——an overwhelmingly gleaming finish, if you will. Skill like that is way too scarce nowadays. A number of their posts (some of which are ACTUAL VIDEOS, which is a welcome first on my litany of trollpeeping) have to do with memory restoration or manufacturing, both of which are two different beasts to delve into. For the latter, my personal favourite creation of hers is BIP. Oh, it is glorious. So round and adorable.* The former, however, is a confronting idea of its own. The thought of losing touch with your own MEMORIES is a TREMBLING HORROR I cannot begin to wrap my mind around. And yet it’s her REALITY. I’m glad she’s getting the chance to rec↑erate her memories, but I fear that there will be something that would ↑end her entire world. That PROSPECTIVE WORLD-SHATTERING ↑SET is what makes my innards churn for a person I’m only watching from the outskirts. (Seriously, please be careful.) You know, I see the teeth behind your bulbs. The fight in you. The capacity to hurt, and the REIFIED INSTANCES of it. It's something that none of us should ignore. But I also see kindness. Overwhelming affection latently waiting for its release. Overprotection, care. You are a force to be reckoned with, but I can tell your warmth stretches far beyond you. Others don’t seem to appreciate the strength you carry for the people around you: jumping to action for those you trust, even when the world ravaged your sense of identity. And I’m sorry that we who sit at the top of society don’t listen enough to those suffering at our every whim. You, power and pan of the fleet, are the soldier we never sing about. I implore you to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep protecting. But tread ginger on the memories. You might not like what you see. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: SYLPH of MIND?) Be sure to give Pascal → ↑ ← ↓ A BIG FOLLOW! And plenty of recognition. *Do you take commissions, by any chance? #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈ — @unashamedUnmaker This user came to me in a spur of BOREDRIVEN WHIM, asking me to look into his dark, doombearing bulbs and tell me what I see. And what I see, buddy, might be a lot more than what you’ll be happy to hearread about. With a might that makes you flounder, let’s Take A Gander into what Reconquerating CALDERUS has to say. (And learn some CHERUBIOLOGY while we’re at it!) So we all know them. Subjugglators idolize them, those charmingly obfuscating quasideities. Cherubs are a curiosity of their own, and by the looks of it, this malevolent fellow seems to be father to boot! We ♥ a good daddyo on the medio. Cherubs are notorious for embodying the GOODBAD BINARY, dichotomized between the Benevolent and Malevolent, this fellow being the LATTER, and a striking example of one. Being an aspiring conqueror rec↑erating his fearmongerist history, this guy is nothing to sneeze at. The aggression that emanates through his posts makes you glad the only thing that separates you and him is a husktop screen. The guy’s just been destroying things like he’s got bills to pay! Calderus takes to his account as something of a PERSONAL JOURNAL, as many of us seem to do. On a surface level, he laments into what he does and what he thinks of US fellow chittrgoers. There are ample anecdotal snippets of his life as a CHRONIC DESTROYER… … and a TERMINAL ♥R. For the record, that’s ⒉⒉ feet of ♥ing here. There are times where you see how malevolence and benevolence SYNCRETIZE. In small MODIOCURIOSITIES, you see that there’s more to that constantly-capitalized front. We see someone who has been bereaved of his former glory and LOATHES it. (I mean, why else would you be using this platform?). He’s on a wild ride to regain his trembling followers and a spanning dominion. Striking recounts of cherub pitchuals and recurring instances of his unending desire encompa-s-s nearly every boundary of his account. Scrolling ↓ your story, I am both wowed and shaken. But I am also curious. Calderus, You might think your behated is afraid, that she cowers to your might, but have you considered that maybe, just maybe, you’ll never experience her again? Your fantasies of one day reclaiming your glory over her consumes your entire mindset, so fixated on re-experiencing the thrill of violence, that you forget how to be anything else. And maybe you don’t want to be anything else. Maybe you want to be the tale you’re slated to tell. Just an ancestor. Just the voice of violence. Somebody that becomes nobody. Nobody that becomes nothing. You cling to your story because you can’t visualize the thought of being someone that isn’t constantly ripping the jugulars of the planets you encounter. Cherubs are harbingers. They shift the story in the strangest of ways. You are rooted in your broken records, and maybe you’ll never get to play anything else, but you still have the chance to change your tune. Maybe you never will, but who knows? Keep surprising us, buddy. Be sure to give this big guy an even BIGGER follow, and GIVE ME ONE (⒈) TOO, because there’ll be more introspections. If you guys like this content, LOL. (P.S. If I am culled, you’ll know who it came from. Bxo) ) #cherubs #awesome #conqueror #guy #pleasedont #killme #!!! #gandertag
⒊ signs YOU are in ♦?! (PALE EDITION!) What’s → with you, chittrgoers? We’re ↑ to concilliatory relationships now! This quadrant’s something of a MISNOMER, you see. Calling this a mere ‘loyally platonic broship’ does it NO justice. Pale relationships are more like a quid pro quo——a GRAND INTERCHANGIC PROTECTIONOTURE between the big bad howlbeast and their veritable therapeuter. An obligeatory social instinct, if you will. This can be where things can get sticky, but NOT TO WORRY! I’ve got all that you need to understand where you are with them: ⒈ YOU FEEL PACIFIED AFTER A CONVERSATION WITH THEM! ✓ ✓ ✓ We are a naturally furious race——I’d know. There are some trolls that’ll make you mad as a hatter, but there are others that will make you feel soft. Every time you go to this somebody you emerge calmer than before. ⒉ PITY HIJACKS YOUR SYSTEM?! I mean, obviously you’ve seen the PITY feature idle enticingly at the bottom of each post (PITY ME IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR). Pity encomp[HONK]es the nature of these relationships. Trolls might call it HATRED-LITE, but really, it’s the product of feeling bad for someone bumbling like an angry wasp. ⒊ YOU SEEM TO BE COMPLETE AROUND THEM… This SOUNDS like the sappy crappy grubbish you’d hear from an unabashed fanfiction but HEAR ME OUT. Without this other troll, your overwhelming violence jeopardises you and the folks around you, OR you might feel purposeless and perhaps afraid they’ll go launching a fist at whatever even mildly pisses them off. Moiraillegiances are what remain of our primal sympathy. It’s what happens when you seek someone to hold you, and what happens when you keep your arms out for the violence, knowing there is someone who craves to be understood amidst the onus of their own anatomy. For the purported aggressor, you may find you’re in a place where you don't have to brace yourself for impact. It’s a world of placation, and an epiphantic one at that. We all in some way desire to jump to the rescue when there’s someone who can’t handle themselves. It is an act of kindness and a way to care for the teeth that bite you. What a wonderful feeling it is to understand and be understood. I hope this helped you understand your feelings towards that somebody a little better. My DMs and replies are always open for inquiries! - Gander Grimzl
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⒊ signs YOU are in ♠ ?! (PITCH EDITION!) So glad you stuck around (or stumbled ↑on this on the front page!) Let’s 🗨 about the world of kismeses: If you asked me, the award for the most misunderstood type of romance has to go to pitch’s rugged grubball field that is also on fire and is somehow waterlogged in strifeltaneity, though that isn’t much to applaud. Yes, even *our* pans want to dilute caliginous feelings into a form of paradoxical flushred rivalry since that's easier to grapple with, and maybe it does seem that way at first glance. In that same bound-to-burst vein, we require kismessitudes to retain our posterity’s fiercely unyielding nature, but emotionally, it goes far deeper than that. I’ll get into it shortly. For now, here are my tricks to see if your feelings for that certain somebody are as black as a brooder’s #broken soul: ⒈ YOU FEEL CONSTANTLY INFURIATED AROUND THEM 💢 OK, *maybe* this one goes without saying, but when you are around them, you find yourself more ready to tussle (verbally or physically), even more than at the perspiring concavedweller tugging at your armsleeves. It’s a kind of drive that surges through your body and asks for you to punch that someone’s [HONK]-eating grin. ⒉ IT SEEMS LIKE YOU KNOW ALL THEIR FLAWS... ✕ ✕ ✕ Every conversation seems to replay in your head, each more bothersome than the last. They chew too loud, they can hardly put ↑ a fight, miracles above, do they know how ST↑ID they sound? You nitpick each and every little ick and it makes your blood boil. ⒊ YOU ARE DRIVEN TO BECOME BETTER! You’re given a place where you can be furious, and someone can be furious at you in return. The point is that you have someone (⒈) to push you further, whether that is to be furthest thing from the other person, or to understand your own flaws. Let's be honest, anyone who isn’t a troll might look at you like your fly is ↓ and your bulge is at the ready to spew a load of mind-melting fiend[HONK]——”what do you mean arch-rivalries count as romance?!” But the principal pro to pitching pitch feelings is the fact it is delivered from a place of catharsis. You aren't going to get your flaws handed to you on a silver platter; there are many of us who'll never surmount the reality of being an imperfect person. It isn't only about hating and being hated——it's about getting the motivation to change. At moments where not even *you* can carry yourself, who will be there to push you back ↑? What if you ended ↑ like them? It is a reason to move forward. And it is a reason to be angry. Because in the end, kismesissitude is a reason to become your best self. Thank you ⒌ tons for reading, and I hope this tips chit has helped you understand your feelings for that somebody a little better. Feel free to drop a question in DMs or in the replies and I'll do my best to vend advice! B:o) I'm rooting for you! - Gander Grimzl