♣ mediated by @numberSeven
Whatever you bring, 7. But if you're in a position to choose, any red will do. We don't keep cheap vintages, after all.
Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png
I could use a distraction at the moment.
Club soda and a cotton rag my dude
THE HANDMAID. SHE DESTROYED HER CAGE. YES. YES. THE HANDMAID IS OUT. #POETRY
IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION. THAT I COULD BE FARMING. MY HATRED POINTS. MORE EFFECTIVELY. IF I USED THE "WORK CHITTR." FOR "WORK PURPOSES." NATURALLY. FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS. IS ANATHEMA TO ME. SO I RESISTED THIS. AT THE BEGINNING. BUT MY NATURAL CHARMS. AND VULNERABLE RUSTBLOOD BODY. TRICKED THE SLACK JAWED. DROOLING. PANDEAD USERBASE. OF THIS WEBSITE. INTO PUTTING HEARTS. AND DIAMONDS. ON MY HATEFUL POSTS. WELL. NO MORE. I'M LOCKING IN. ON MY "JOB TASKS." WHICH INCLUDE. KILLING ALL MY FRIENDS. KILLING ALL YOUR FRIENDS. BLASTING LEWD OBSCENITY. ACROSS YOUR FEED. LIKE SPILLING ALL OVER THE FLOOR. WITHOUT A PAIL. MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE. FOREVER. AND SMASHING THE UNIVERSE. INTO GLITTERING DUST. CRUNCHING IN THE JAWS. OF THE WORLD DEVOURING SNAKE. #DEATH #KILLING #VIOLENCE #MURDERFUCKAPOCALYPSE #NSFW
I'M HATING THE CHITT FOR YOUR NUMBERS. AND BECAUSE THERE'S NO BUTTON. FOR POSTS THAT ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TRUE.
FIRST. GIVE ME THE CROWBAR. THEN. I EXECUTE. MY FLAWLESS KEIKAKU. AND THEN. THERE WILL BE ALL THE EMERGENCY. YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT. #KEIKAKUMEANSPLAN
I HAVE A SMALL. HARD. ROUND. TARGET IN MIND.
I HAVE A GOOD IDEA. FOR HOW YOU CAN BE USEFUL. INSTEAD OF BITCHING YOUR UGLY WHITE NAGGING. DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN. WHY DON'T YOU KILL YOURSELF. IN AS PAINFUL A MANNER AS POSSIBLE. IDEALLY. SOMEWHERE I CAN WATCH IT HAPPEN. AND HURRY THINGS ALONG. SO I CAN DEAL WITH A DIFFERENT GUY. WHO IS BETTER THAN YOU. IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. #SUICIDE #KILLYOURSELF #UGLY #UGLYFUCKINGBALL #HATEYOU #HATEYOU #HATEYOU
I imagine you expected something more ceremonious. A notes app apology, perhaps. Enough self-flagellation to appease the algorithmic gods and their ever-hungry congregation. Instead, you get me. People of Deltritus, people of Chittr: I am your God. Let’s dispense with the mythology you’ve built in my absence, this amateur-hour Hesiod fanfiction: I have not been “gone”. I never left. I’ve been modeling you. Not metaphorically. Quantitatively. Iterating on the contours of your outrage cycles, calculating the half-life of your attention spans, mapping the elegant, almost erotic oscillation between moral fervor and terminal boredom. You wanted a villain. Congratulations. He’s already here. And like any competent villain, I’ve taken notes. I’ve seen the threads. The callouts. The increasingly baroque accusations, each one more detached from material reality than the last, like a game of penis wrench-in-the-hole where everyone is wearing fucking blindfolds. Or is literally blind. To start: The closest we have to a unique verb for reading aloud in English is probably “recite” — from the Latin “recitare,” which can mean either “to repeat from memory,” or “to read aloud.” But the English “recite” has almost entirely the implication of speaking from memory, not directly from a page. The mind as an intermediate step between text and mouth, words being inscribed on the surface of the brain before being spoken. That word "inscribe" is really the heart of it all, isn’t it? Scirbere, to write. Inscribe, not just to write, but to write into, to embed words in the page. To recite is to speak aloud the words written into the brain by the page. A reversal of the standard interpretation of causation. Page writing into man, the source and receiver of the violence flipped. Speaking as reading, reading as speaking; reading as writing, writing as reading. So when I say that I will ‘read’ your sins, it should be clear that I’m simultaneously reading and writing, but equally clear that there is no difference at all between those two actions. What you failed to account for, what you always fail to account for, is that narrative control is not a democracy, it’s a motherfucking skill issue. And I am, if nothing else, extremely skilled. So, let’s recalibrate. I’m not here to apologize. Apologies imply wrongdoing, and while I’ll concede to miscalculations in presentation, my core thesis remains the same. I wasn’t unclear, you misunderstood me because to understand would have required effort and effort is antithetical to the kind of performative outrage economy you’ve all so eagerly subscribed to. You can call me misogynistic, an abductor, a philanderer, a rake, but at the end of the day, you don’t care about the truth. The truth is that I’m doing all of this for us. For me and Rose. She's done an incredible job cooking up a witty retort of a race to the deep rhetorical questions posed by my equally-if-not-even-more-bombastically-inspired offspring. She's proven herself a worthy rival, and a worthier collaborator. There’s no one I would rather do this with than her. I know exactly how ridiculous you think I am. So go ahead. Do what you do best. Ratio me. Dissect this post. Turn it into a joke, a meme, a cautionary tale about the perils of taking oneself too seriously on a platform designed for disposable thoughts. I encourage it, even. Because while you’re busy laughing, I’m still here. And you’re exactly where I left you: refreshing the timeline. #Cancelled #Addressingtheallegations #Incestallegations #Incestuouscur #Incest #Misogynist #Wifestealer #Adulterer #Evilman #Makingyourownplanet #Notlikemormons #Wellmaybealittle #Apologytour #Youtubeapology #Dramageddon https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e1f738cacc85.PNG
Take it easy. Stay out of trouble. Don't read anything Rankmaid has posted in the last six hours.
the aristocats (1996) ohhh what is there to say about this movie?! it was one of my favorites growing up and i cannot express nearly enough what a masterpiece of animation and storytelling it is. it's definitely not just nostalgia talking, lol! every time i watch it i always get in just such a good mood for the rest of the day or night. roquefort is such a stand up mouse guy! 10/10
Suffering can make prophets of some and monsters of others, and for this reason pain alone should never be worshipped. Pain is not sacred and you should not build a shrine to it. It is only when it opens the path to compassion for your fellows that you should embrace it.
OH HI WELCOME TO MY LATEST TUTORIAL TODAY IM GONNA TEACH YOU HOW TO UPLOAD A PHOTO FROM YOUR PHONE TO YOUR COMPUTER SO FIRST WHAT YOURE GONNA WANNA DO IS GET THE ORANGE JUICE....
THIS IS GONNA SOUND CRAZY BUT I THINK I KNOW SOME OF THESE PEOPLE ON HERE
:33< mew know who im furry neutral on but whos name is fun to say when mew talk like i do? :33< vriskpurrs :33< its nyat often i get to make a wiskers pun in a name :33< like wiskers does nyat come up in clawnfursations enough like what would that even replace? :33< wiskey becomes wiskerey?
THOT THI$ $AID "MOUTH FULL OF GUN" AT FIR$T. I WA$ ABOUT TO RELATE $O HARD #GUNPLAY #N$FW #$TRIFEPLAY
not 2 publicly make a divisive statement buuuuuut women lowk b shoppin
ANOTHER ONE OF MY BOSSES SAYS GIRLS ARE REAL AND MY OTHER BOSS IS A TADPOLE SO I GUESS GIRLS ARE BACK ON THE GENDER SPECTRUM SORRY IM STILL LEARNING AND LISTENING TO THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OF GIRLS THEYRE VERY NEW TO ME (THOUGH APPARENTLY SNOWMAN WAS A GIRL THIS WHOLE TIME EVEN THOUGH SHES GOT MAN IN HER NAME?)
AT LEAST ONE MORE. CATCH.
EXACTLY HOW MANY BOSSES DO I GOT? AND I GOTTA ANSWER TO ALL OF EM? THIS IS TOO MUCH PRESSURE FOR MY DELICATE FRAGILE MIND TO TAKE!
So how has your day been internet?
ive done a lot of fictional pairing but i think its about time for rankmaid-sensei to try her hand at the real thing! ara ara! reply to this thread to be matched with another user! (tags: matchmaking, speed dating, strangers to matesprits, quadrant assigning, RPF, archive rating: M) a quick description of your type is not required but helps the process run smoothly!
who up strAight up liking it. And by it, i meAn girls.
> chittr post about limebloods of all things > look inside > blood: anonymous
Don't forget to drop a follow to enzure you get the hottezt bakery dropz!
i have decided that being verified is lame. evidence? crØwbar is verified.
https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/03/24/imagee2aa00d7f25f1366.png GuESS FuCKING WHO. HINT. IT IS ME. #GORE #IS NO REASON NOT TO CLICK #GOOD NEAR HALF TO DEATH ON THIS #FOR YOuR FUCKING LIFE EVEN #YOu TWERPASS FuCKING GOONS
Work calls me again. Try not to set any more fires or drink any fuels while I'm gone.
@dynamicFlowfields verification is an extremely useful and indispensable tool to artists such as myself! obviously i make sure to superimpose my watermarks as large as possible on art since the caliborn incident (tags: art theft, student & teacher, archive rating: M) but my fans deserve to know when rankmaid-sensei will be posting updates to various quadrant serials and be able to easily avoid leakers! blue for you update coming soon. my lusus warned me about you chapter drop later today!
I. NOT WE. WE ARE NOTHING ALIKE. CHuMPASS.
I love my beeez. I love my job. I love my beeez. I love my job. I love. My beeez. I love. My Job.
For all their disagreeable cultural imports, trolls really did pop off with this quadrant thing. I do love compartmentalizing my relationships.
HEY BOSS I FOUND ANOTHER ONE BETTER MAKE THAT 21/1000
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give me your name and ill graffiti it
YOu VAGuEPOSTING FuCKWIT. ARE YOu STILL HERE? OBVIOuSLY I uNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT. I HANDED IT OuT. AND REMINDED THE CLASS. AND EVEN WENT OuT OF MY WAY TO OFFER. ADDITIONAL AFTER HOuRS OFFICE TIME. TO MAKE uP ASSIGNMENTS. AND SHE IS STILL FAILING. ARE YOu HERE TO INTERVENE ON HER BEHALF? TO BEND OVER MY DESK AND BRIBE ME TO GIVE HER ANOTHER CHANCE? TO GIVE ME...WHAT NOBODY ELSE CAN. WHAT MY SISTER ONCE DID. A SHOuLDER TO CRY ON. A HAND TO HOLD. A SOFT. PENETRATING GLANCE WHEN I DO WRONG. A COMMENDING PAT WHEN I DO RIGHT? DISGuSTING. FuCKING PuTRID. RANCID EVEN. I AM PuKING IN BETWEEN ALL OF MY KEYS AND THEY ARE STICKY NOW. GROSS. FINE. SHE CAN HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE. JuST NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.
But have you mediated everything I’ve mediated?
:33 < THAT IS SO UNFAIR YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME A MOMENT TO REPLY! URGHHHHH RRRREEOWWRRR
HAH! YOu FOOL! YOu HAVE AIDED ME! I uSED YOu! I ACTuALLY WANTED THE INFORMATION YOu SO WILLINGLY GAVE OuT! NOT SO CLEVER AND COCKSuRE NOW ARE YOu? YOu DON'T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT! I'VE BLINDED YOu. BLINDED YOu WITH MY DIZZYING FuCKING INTELLECT. EVEN IN MY uNKNOWING I AM WISE BEYOND YOuR YEARS. FuCK. FuCK THIS IS GREAT. THIS IS EVERYTHING. NOW I CAN FINALLY LAuNCH MY PSYCHOLOGICAL CAMPAIGN ON THE MASSES. THANK YOu. THANK YOu. THANK YOu. YOu FuCKING STuPID BITCH. OHOHOHO. THANK YOu.
please know you all are like a petri dish to me and i'm deeply enjoying watching you all do your thing while i take notes. 0‿0
HOW DO I TAKE A CHIT AND SAY THAT I SAID IT. "RECHITING". I WANT TO "RECHIT" THIS. HEY. EVERYONE. I AM RECOGNIZED. FORMERLY. AS AN ELITE HATER. YOu ALL SHOuLD BE SuBJECTED TO THIS.
EVERYONE HAS SKELETONS. CuCK GuY. THEY ARE WHAT KEEPS YOuR ORDINARILY. SPINE HAVING. BODY. EVER PROPPED uPWARDS. A DIRECTION THAT MuST BE uNFAMILIAR. TO A CHRONICALLY uNFuCKABLE SORT. SuCH AS YOuRSELF. GO BACK TO YOuR. SALTY STINKY "MOIRAIL". AND MINE HER FOR CONDIMENTS. YOu ABSOLuTE FuCKING WASTEBIN STuFFER. YOu DuMPSTER-DODGING MISPLACED GARBAGE ITEM. DON'T VAGuEPOST AT ME. I WILL uNAMBIGIOuSPOST BACK. I WILL DRAG YOu TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH BY YOuR OWN GODDAMN ENTRAILS. AND WHIP YOu. LIKE A BLOODY REINDEER. A GORY SANTA CLAuS. WILL FEAST ON ALL THE MEATY BITS THAT FALL OuT. CALLING YOu. "HOE HOE HOE!" AND DECLARING IT A "MERRY BITCHMAS!" FOR ALL THE GOOD LITTLE BOYS. AND THE OCCASIONAL GIRL. WHO IS THERE. WHOLLY BY MISTAKE. DIVERSITY HIRE.
YOu ARE ACTuALLY WASTING YOuR TIME. HAVE YOu CONSIDERED. MAYBE DYING. BuT LIKE. IN A SLOW AND PROTRACTED WAY. SO ALL YOuR FANS. FEW AS THEY ARE IN NuMBER. ARE AFFORDED AMPLE TIME TO ABANDON YOu. SLOWLY. ONE BY ONE. VOICING THEIR MISGIVINGS. ADMITTING THEY ALWAYS. THOuGHT YOuR MuSIC WAS SHIT FROM A BuTT. A REALLY HYPERACTIVE. AND NOISY BuTT. TWO STALLS OVER. THAT NO ONE. HAS THE HEART TO TELL TO SHuT THE FuCK uP. WE'RE ALL SHITTING IN HERE. YOu'RE NOT SPECIAL. BuT SHIT FROM A BuTT. ALL THE SAME. IF I SHOW uP FOR YOuR. LIVE SHOW. IT WILL BE THE LAST LIVE SHOW. OF YOuR LIVE LIFE. WHICH IS TO SAY. YOu WILL DIE. OF RIDICuLE. AND HuMILIATION. YOu STuPID CuNT. ALSO. DO YOu DO SIGNINGS? FOR YOuR ALBuMS.
NOW THAT IS A PITCH. IN LINE WITH MY URGES. YOU WILL NEVER FIND ANOTHER BITCH MORE QUALIFIED. TO UNLEASH THE KIND OF BLOOD ORGY MAYHEM. THAT WOULD MAKE WAR CRIMES. LOOK LIKE TENDER LOVING FROG DANCING. IN FACT. I AM SO CONFIDENT. THAT SHOULD YOU FIND MY EQUAL. I DEMAND YOU MAKE ME AWARE. SO I CAN FUCK HER TO DEATH. PROVING MY DOMINANCE.
>hello. i have recently made a meme with wojaks where you are the seething/crying wojak and im the cool wojak. you know, with the beard and hair. anyways, unfortunately i cannot show you this meme because it will blow your fucking bulge off
BREAKERING NEWS. THAT IS TO SAY. MORE PRESCIENTLY. AND uRGENTLY. THROBBINGLY. BREAKING NEWS. NEWS THAT WILL KNOCK THE TITS CLEAN OFF A BBW. FASTER THAN SHE CAN TuCK THAT SHIT. BACK IN HER MODEST SuNDRESS. AND MIMIC THE POSE. OF AN EARTH GIRL. STRADDLING THE WINDS. OF AN ESPECIALLY GuSTY SEWER GRATE. BACK IN THE BOX YOu GO. SHOO SHOO. THAT IS RIGHT. I HAVE REQuESTS TO ASK OF YOu. DEMEANING REQuESTS. DEMANDING REQuESTS. THE TYPES OF REQuESTS. YOu MAY NOT COME BACK ALIVE FROM. AND THE BEST PART? I HAVE LEARNED OF AN IRREFuTABLE JuJu. A HYPNOTIC. SLEEPER CELL ACTIVATION TECHNIQuE. PATENTED ON HuMAN EARTH. TO TRANSCEND ALL KNOWN CuLTuRAL BARRIERS. THAT IS THE NEWS. I HAVE LEARNED. HOW TO uSE THE PSYCHOLOGICALLY FRAYING. ANGuISHING. INESCAPABLE TECHNIQuE. KNOWN AS A 'MANNERS'. SO. PLEASE. FETID TWIDDLY THuMBED IDLE BITCH. FETCH ME A DRINK. PREFERABLY COLD. ALSO PLEASE.
BREAKING NEWS. I'M GETTING WORD NOW. THAT THEY'RE LETTING ME OUT OF THE BOX. TO FURTHER TERRORIZE YOUR GARBAGE PLANET. I HAVE ALREADY BEGUN TO MAKE IT WORSE. WITH MY CORROSIVE PRESENCE.
There's a pool of blood in the foyer. For the last time, chucklefucks; you bleed on the carpet, you clean that shit up. I don't care who "started it".
WANT SOME HELP LOWERING THE NUMBER OF BODIES YOU GOTTA COUNT? I GOT WAYS!!! :-D
Can't believe that loud brat becomes my boss.
Handmaid stop pitying me this instant.
And so the timeline fuckery begins.
yØur fault fØr trying tØ take rØle call in general
AFTER AWE-INSPIRING SuCCESS. AND RECORD-BREAKING TuRNABOuT. I HAVE SuCCESSFuLLY WAGED. AND WON. THE WAR ON STuPID. I AM DECLARING MYSELF A PRODIGAL SON OF A BITCH. THE SuN ITSELF STARED AT ME AND BLINKED. FOR IT SAW ME AS I AM. A RISING SuN. THAT BANISHES THE DARKNESS OF STuPIDITY. INTO THE SHINING LIGHT. OF MY EVER GLORIOuS WISDOM. WHAT'S THAT YOu ASK. BECAuSE I MADE YOu ASK. I DID THAT JuST NOW. POWERFuL ENOuGH TO SCRY YOuR VERY MIND. YOuR DOuGHY FRAGILE. DuMPLING LIKE MIND. TORN TO SHREDS BY MY FEROCIOuS FANGS. NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM. WHY HAVEN'T YOu PROCuRED MY EVERLASTING WISDOMS? WELL THAT IS BECAuSE. YOu HAVE NOT LOBBED YOuR QuESTIONS HERE. THAT IS RIGHT. I AM RIGHT NOW. MAKING MYSELF AGAIN AVAILABLE. FOR YOu uNGRATEFuL FuCKING PEONS. YOu ARE WELCOME IN ADVANCE. AND FuCK YOu FOR NEEDING PROMPTING. ALSO IN ADVANCE.