♠ hated by @sanguineSaevitas
♦ If I ever join the Felt. Assume one of many things. 1.) I made a bad bet (and was intoxicated) 2.) Blackmailed and extorted (and was intoxicated) 3.) Mind-controlled (basically intoxicated) 4.) Given a deal that I couldn't turn down (and was intoxicated) 5.) Got beaten to near death (and was intoxicated) I wouldn't have any good reason otherwise.
bitches hate me
It's always men in my life, giving me trouble
I can be a patient woman, when I need to be.
[An image is posted. Snowman sits on one of Yaldabaoth's coils. The lens-flare of its brilliant visage obscures a decent chunk of the image. She seems to be wearing a modified version of a Thief of Time's godtier robes. In her hands, she holds the clock-pendulum she stabbed Caliborn with.] I can't quite decide if I like this garish attire. Perhaps a few more modifications could be made. I do know an excellent tailor. But first, I really should head home.
[A video is posted. Caliborn stands over Snowman as she lies, bleeding, in the dirt. Once again, his crowbar glistens with blood as much as his teeth glint with triumph. "ALL REALITIES. EVERY TIMELINE. COLLAPSES DOWN TO THIS." Snowman glares. "YOU WILL ALWAYS BREAK BEFORE I DO. HAA. HAA." She draws and fires a pistol into his gut. He doesn't even flinch. "I ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE, MY GOOD BITCH. BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO MATCH UP TO ME. WHAT YOU HAVE YOU HAVE BECAUSE I HAVE ALLOWED IT." In a marvel of expectoratory strength. She spits in his face. "WILL YOU. *PLEASE* JUST LET ME FINISH SO I CAN KILL YOU OH MY GOD. AS I WAS SAYING. YOU ARE NOTHING. IN THE FACE OF MY INEVITABILITY. HEE HEE." He kicks her with his cybernetic leg. With her good arm, she wrenches at it, trying to pry it off. He rolls his eyes. "BECAUSE I AM A GRACIOUS LORD. I WILL NOW PERMIT YOU TO SPEAK, FETID BITCH-QUEEN THE THIRD. SAY YOUR LAST WORDS. SO I CAN FORGET-" Caliborn's gloating is cut off by the pendulum of a certain juju-clock piercing through his chest, just left of center. And then a lance piercing through the other side. He falls, and a second Snowman helps the first up. His body flickers and flashes. The video ends in a glitch-flicker of static as he detonates.]
Wasn't that exciting? I hope you all enjoyed the show. I'm going to go collect on my end of the bargain, now.
[A video is posted. Snowman's pitched battle with an unkillable Lordling continues. She and her alternates weave through the morass, striking and evading. Nevertheless, galaxy-blue blood drips from slowly accumulating wounds. A leaking head-wound. A gash along her ribs. Numerous bite-marks. CAMERASPRITE's vision flickers. Her left arm dangles limply, a bullet having torn through something important to its operation. The video ends.]
I won't.
Ah, my apologies. A mild correction. Thirteen planets. There were those lost to the black hole initially. Anyway, one final show remains.
Fifteen planets. But they have been handled. Including a polite parlay with my alternate. She seemed nothing but happy that I went ahead and murdered the only threat to her rule and dismantled his session from the bottom up. I imagine she'll slowly conquer the rest of the leprechaun settlements in due time. I wish her luck and joy in her conquest. Maybe she'll finally pry the secrets from their thinkpans.
It shouldn't concern me, and yet, the mention of leprechauns in any fashion always concerns me.
AM NOT. OR CAN NOT? THE TANTRuM. YOu THREW. HAS SPECKLED YOuR EYES WITH TEARS OF REFRACTION. IMPOSSIBLE TO NAVIGATE. AMONG MY HATERS? MANY SuCH CASES.
WERE YOu EXPECTING ANY DIFFERENT? WE SHOW FACE. YOuR COLLAPSIBLE HOuSE OF CARDS ONLY SHOWS YOuR ENTIRE ASS. YOuR FLAT. FEATuRELESS. HEARTS AND CHECKERED DIAMOND uNDIES COVERED ASSES. WHERE THERE IS NOTHING TO LOOK AT. I BITCHBROKE YOuR ENTIRE MIDNIGHT CREW. MADE THEM APART OF MY DISTINGuISHED FEW. BOuGHT OuT YOuR WOMAN. MADE HER PAINT MY MANOR. THERE IS NOTHING YOu HAVE TO OFFER. THAT I HAVE NOT BOuGHT OuT AND SOLD AT A DISCOuNT. JuST TO SHOW THAT I CAN. YOu ARE. IN OTHER WORDS. BARELY A RELIC. A SKELETON CREW. OPERATING ONLY OuT OF A FORLORN SENSE OF NOSTALGIA. @lordJack COuLD EXPLAIN.
The problems with being in a big group of people like we are is that were usually bickering so much that nothing gets done. Except there's roughly 16 of us so nothing gets done twice as fast.
ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER TIP FROM THE DRIP TODAYS GOOD ADVICE CHEWING GUM IS GOOD BUT IT GETS EVERYWHERE! HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH IT ONCE YOUR DONE? THIS #DRIPTIPPER ADVISES STICKING IT UNDER YOUR HAT FOR SAFE KEEPING FOR LATER! IT ONLY SUCKS REAL BAD A LITTLE WHEN YOU CHEW IT LATER! YUM! THIS IS A #DRIPTIP FOR #DRIPTIPNATIONGIRLEDITION AND #DRIPTIPNATION!
…now I’m missing my old subordinates… I suppose I could bring them back, for a bit, but they’d just be Doomed anyways.
Seven planets taken care of, and he's finally back. Perhaps this one's sought advice from someone actually reasonable. On the other hand, talking to a group of men with actual brains was refreshing. And, well, there is still only one of him. No matter how aware he is of my timeline, how lucky, or how quick. And I am still better.
...Well. Two more planets down. Thoroughly unexploded and quite stable in their orbit. Before I go, I might take a walk back through and either raze their villages to the ground or steal some precious artifacts from them. On the bright side, I remained unflirted with. I haven't seen my would-be Lord in a moment. Perhaps he's waiting to jump from his timeline until quite mature. ...Probably under a certain someone's advice. I'll have to be ready for that.
Sure.
Further update: I hate this planet. The color is acceptable, but the degree to which everything is slow here is infuriating.
It's been a mixed bag. I do miss teleporting. But a little bit of misdirected petty revenge is enjoyable. And if all goes well, I will have plenty to show for it.
THAT. FuCKING. ***********BITCH.***********
Anyways. 🚬 Only one of these, tonight.
What a lovely show.
[A video is posted. Snowman and Caliborn face off, in a suitably semi-symbolic manner. She neatly sidesteps the first hail of bullets behind a pillar and replies with a thrown dagger. It lodges in his shoulder, and he tears it out with an enraged yell. His crowbar-and-knife wielding charge is halted by her whip, which sends him to the floor where some over-sized underling had guarded the first bomb. Perhaps a giclops? It's difficult to tell. Caliborn responds with a blur of instinctive time power, a thin crackle of golden magic and a faint over-accelerated ticking accompany this maneuver as he powers up. He speeds past her, clipping her side with his crowbar as he goes. Snowman retains her footing, but clutches her side with a grimace. A thin trickle of galaxy-blue blood drips to the floor, though her dress conceals the extent of the wound. Caliborn pauses, basking in the glow of violence and subjugation. Then produces his rifle again. The video ends.]
[A video is posted. CAMERASPRITE drifts above a yellow-green planet, focus fixed on the drifting gyre of debris and the singularity at its center, a circular void bisected by the planet's horizon. It then turns and speeds towards the ground, slipping through a crevice into the earth. It descends through another winding tunnel in an extended, high-speed shot. It comes to a dead halt as Snowman, having finally caught up to Caliborn again, stands off against him. In his left hand, a card. In his right, his crowbar. "Nowhere left to run, Lordling." "SHUT UP, KNAVE. DONT THINK I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU ARE MEANT TO SERVE ME." "Oh? Who told you that?" "AN IDIOT ON A SCREEN WHO IS BAD AT WRITING." "Did he tell you I was coming to kill your only friends, and then you?" "SHUT UP, AGAIN. YOU CANNOT KILL THEM. IN ANY WAY THAT MATTERS. HAA HAA HEE HEE-" "I didn't come here to be lectured by a child." Text flashes across the screen: RUIN! The video ends.]
[A video is posted. CAMERASPRITE tracks Snowman from a few paces back. She follows a faint trail of bright red cherub blood to a Skaian Gate inside a bombed-out skyscraper. She steps through.]
I think that's enough catching up on what I've missed. One last smoke, and then I think I'll put a plan into motion. To any reading, this may be your last chance to get a word in edge-wise with the Universe. (Well, Universe to some of you, anyway.)
[A video is uploaded. There is a door, lit from within by brilliant yellow-white light, shaped like an absurdly ornate grandfather clock. The sound of crackling flames and the guttural utterances of a creature unknown. Those familiar with The Game may be able to recognize it as the chamber in which YALDABAOTH resides. Just outside, Gamzee Makara and Lil' Seb sit idly by. They both seem utterly confused by both the arrival of the CAMERASPRITE and, a moment later, Snowman. There is a clash. Lil' Seb knows when things are about to get real, after all. Unfortunately, millennia of rust and mean the most it can do is break its sword on Snowman's carapace with a clatter of steel on stone. She catches it in midair, examining it for a moment. Then rips its head off. Gamzee stares on in a state of vague boggling which turns to alarm at the violence. The silhouette of a cherub looms in the doorway, rifle and crowbar in hand. The video ends.]
[A video is uploaded. Snowman lunges for Gamzee, who, glancing at Caliborn for direction, fails to evade her grapple. She acted just in time to use the purple-blooded troll as a living shield for the hail of bullets from Caliborn's entrance. The very same which requires the CAMERASPRITE to zip to a fresh angle, over Caliborn's shoulder. Snowman engages in a textbook COMBAT OPERANDI: TORSO FLAIL to both disorient the enraged cherub and deflect his gunfire. She follows with a thrust of her LANCE just behind, further skewering Gamzee and nicking Caliborn's arm as he rolls out of the way. She lashes out with her whip, snapping the muzzle of his rifle to the side. Her mouth moves, but the sound of gunfire drowns it out. Caliborn laughs. He sprints out of frame, back up the way they both entered. Snowman blinks, smiles, and follows at a much more leisurely pace. "Perfect. He opened the door for us." The video ends.]
[A video is uploaded. CAMERASPRITE holds close over Snowman's shoulder, tracking Caliborn as he flees across a dull grey valley. The focus shifts, bringing into view a sniper rifle. She fires. He stumbles, but does not fall and continues running. CAMERASPRITE glances up at pool-ball-esque planets scattering across the incipisphere, accretion rapidly drawing dust and debris back into a condensing disc. Snowman gets to her feet. The video ends.]
the new animal
I. AM. BACK. BARGAIN CONCLuDED. AND NOW YOuR LORD. OF MuRDER. AND GLORIOuS MuSCLES. HAS RETuRNED. I HAVE KEPT MY EYE ON THIS WEBSITE. A LITTE BIT. MOSTLY ON SPECIFIC ASSHOLES. AND YOu HAVE ALL BEEN PREDICTABLY STuPID AND uSELESS WITHOuT MY PRESENCE. NOT TO MENTION. CERTAIN STuPID BITCHES *CHEATING ON ME*.
INCORRECT. BUT. IT'S. ON. A. LOT. OF. WEBSITES.. :)
When the clock strikes twelve tonight, the quality of posting on this website shall plummet once more.
Oh, have a little faith, @sanguineSaevitas. I can kill a child.
I was considering beheading. I could just give you the head?
Well, preparations are more or less in place. I've decided to trust that a time player's session will no-doubt have materials readily to hand for acquiring the means to time travel. I suppose I'll wait until He's back on chittr before I begin part two of my little adventure, though. After all, spite is part of the point. Would anyone like anything? Trinkets from doomed Leprechaun populations, perhaps? I likely won't be posting much once I get to work.
Oh, we are so so so sorry for the inconvinience sir. And would like to give a formal apology.. um, to still clear your doubt.. you can put anything! We have many toppings from many places!
FOOD. THATS WHY ITS CALLED A MEAL-DISK. SERIOUSLY THIS IS 1ST GRADE LEVEL SLEUTHING. WHAT ARE WE DOING.
that sounds really nice!
Ah right. Finally, it's late enough that I can do this. 🚬
♦ Don't you have different men to torment?
♦ I prefer bludgeoning. More violent.
I'm giving him a break for tonight. Out of the goodness of my heart.~
Hah. How can I argue with such logic?
Hmmm. It strikes me as fittingly tasteless.
Well, contract negotiations will have to wait just a moment.
Alright.
Me. From the way you've been behaving. You're more talkative when you're in a good mood.
wow okay most horrifying notifications I’ve ever gotten back to back. Okay. Cool. Great. Awesome. Cool. Cool.
There will never be two of me because I am great.
soz, i’ve been trying to, like, figure out the punchline the whole time. :(
Would it kill you to use your thinkpan for a few seconds? It's like talking to a fucking brick wall. #vagueposting #andalso #directposting
WELL. I DON’T REALLY KILL PEOPLE SO MUCH AS TAKE OVER WHEN THEY ARE DEAD.
Mhm.
Can you lock 7he fuck in?
Okay. You can thank/blame @heartbreakingButch for this. Enjoy. Happy totally arbitrary milestone. [A picture is attached. In a moderately-lit setting, what seems to be an office with the blinds drawn, a figure sits leaning back into an office chair. The camera frame catches the space from just at the chin to halfway down the calves. In that frame, a pale, lean figure sits, legs crossed. The upper half is bare, showing an expanse of stomach leading up to the chest, flat but with some human nipples slightly perked up from the temperature. Further down, a red skirt covers from the waist down to just above the knees, white socks drawn up from just below the knee to carry down and off of the frame.]
T)(-EY SLUTTIN DROOGS OUT UP IN )(-ER-E
One of my several toxic traits is that I am a habitual manipulator who seeks out weaknesses in those I interact with to prey on for my own purposes. Obviously.
If the universe comprised only two masses, then no matter how far apart they were, they would move towards one another, each being drawn in by the other's gravity. I believe this may be true for people as well - perhaps you are always drawing in, and being drawn in by, the fates of others. I have met a few others of myself, and they always end up meeting the same people, even in different paths of life. So then, how malleable is one's own destiny? Food for thought, I suppose.
Leave him be.
Perhaps I ought to go out for a bite to eat. See who comes looking.
I don't want you to get anything. If there's a reason, I'm unsure if it.
Looking good.
If you wish. This still looks good.
STILL BETTER THAN YOu. BTW. THIS IS AN IMMuTABLE FACT THAT I AM STATING FOR THE RECORD.
~HITS SPADES SLICK WITH THE DOUBLE GAY BEAM, FOR GOOD LUCK~
~HITS THE SITE WITH THE GAY BEAM~ YOU ARE WELCOME.
Self-care beam, actually. I think you need it
⛧ Midnight City Raadio aand aa freshly poured coffee. Eㄨaactly whaat I needed. ⛧
something something you cannot crush me I would simply parry it
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
daddy isnt happy.
My advice for everyone who will play the game, since it seems there’s quite a bit of you lot popping up: 1: Prototype the strongest thing you have available. The more capable of killing you it is, the better. 2. The safest place for any dreamer of Derse is inside a jail cell, report to one immediately. 3. The best way to complete the game is by moving towards your seventh gate and bypassing the rest. Communicating with your Denizen is a waste of time and you should attack it as soon as you can. This will, most definitely, lead to success.
Not an answer.
8=l < I rather enjoy when my milk is sweet, warm, and very fresh
Yes. And you.
Chug a gallon of milk. Do it.
PERVERTIN THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE.
Never mind. This post didn't happen.
GOREGLE KILLING ALTERNATE OF BOSS KILL ACTUAL BOSS? GOREGLE HOW TO KILL SOMEONE THROUGH SCREEN GOREGLE MAMMALS
Trust me, I don’t like it any more than you do.
Surprised they didn’t do that earlier, really. I can wait.
A good thing for spare Noirs. I might have to make use of him, before I foresaw I would. Hm.
All the Noir’s and Slicks and what not I’ve seen so far on this site, from least annoying to most. 1. @sanguineSaevitas 2. @sinisterScoundrel 3. @walkstabwalK 4. @lordJack Here’s to hoping I don’t have to update this with any new ones.
if i'm ever stalking your page mind your business i'm just enjoying my weekday newspaper. or don't mind your business, i'm always game.
you dont wanna find out
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If you see me in a provocative position with Brahms, Michael Myers, Hannibal (Mads Mikkelsen, thank you very much), Ghostface or Lestat De Lioncourt, do not rescue me, I am right where I want to be. #nsfw #suggestive
It wasn't me shooting at the manor this time.
The Municipality of Midnight City would like to wish @blackestQuasar luck in her mayoral campaign! Our platform carries on the former Mayor's ideals of the Light of Democracy, which include any individuals who wish to turn over a new leaf and give themselves in service to this fine city! Any candidate with a love of our city and with good intentions in their heart for its people will surely have those feelings reciprocated in the voting process! So please, citizens! Let your voice be heard in the upcoming elections!
In a sense, I believe? Admittedly I'm not very versed in the ways of black romance as I am red, pale and ashen. ♥︎
Yeah pretty much.
I PUT A BUNCH OF THE CLOCK APP ON MY PHONE SO NOW THE TOTAL NUMBER OF CLOCKS IN THE MANOR ARE 13,000,000 :)
i am n0t sure i can glub. s0 have a ribbit instead. ribbit.
DID YOu GuYS KNOW. A SINGLE CHIT. IS CALLED A SHAT. I TRIED TO POPuLARIZE. CHAT. LIKE. A SINGuLAR. CHAT. OR A CHITTRCHAT. LIKE CHITCHAT. BuT ON CHITTR. BuT I WAS TOLD. IT HAD TO BE SHAT. OR THE WHOLE WEBSITE GETS SPOONFED TO YOu. YOu HAVE TO EAT IT CALIBORN. YOu HAVE TO EAT. ALL OF THE SHAT. I HATED IT. I SAID PLEASE. CAN WE CALL IT SOMETHING ELSE.
♦ Threatening to fondle his prostate? It's alright if you're gay, Crowbar, but you should check if the other party is interested in you.
I'M NOT THINKIN' ABOUT ANYONE'S DAMN ASSHOLE.
♦ This just in, Crowbar thinks about the depths of Spades Slick. How quaint.
GOD FORBID A BOY WANTS TO BE SEXUALLY EXPERIMENTED ON #NSFW
AFTER SOME HOURS OF MARKET RESEARCH!!!! cant name a price. im gonna need all my remainin fingers intact. financial status is dire an peopleo n this webbedsite are tellin me lies. newsflash im fuckin stupid
Six shots of .357. More than enough to kill anything that moves. And 50 rounds of .45 ACP is enough to make sure it stays dead.
Some folk really underestimate the savior complex comin' with being a sleuth. I'm doing pro bono work for a timeloop case and a doomed timeline case. Some freaky ass stalker ain't nothin' to me, pal. #vagueposting
Is #fightnight a #sexthing #nsfw
https://file.garden/acHa5wA0vHdP6DSA/random%20photos/eheheheh.png
How amusing. The one timeline where all is as it should be, and it is despised by the people.
YeSterDay I went up tO the Surface anD Saw a Deer. It waS SOft anD majeStic. TOO baD yOu weren't here tO See it. I aSSume yOu were tOO buSy... StrifeinG anD abScOnDinG with yOur variOuS LittLe tOyS anD trinketS tO care abOut thiS SOrt Of thinG.
but boxcars says it works just fine for him! i don't really know what it is, but it must be pretty good if it even helps boxcars!!
MMLEEEEH. LICKS YOU.
SAD. it said sad. that did not say pathetic.
Detective Tip: Don't tell criminals about how crime investigations work.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill him.
every older man on the site needs to come hive with me i am not joking
i kinda lake human bulge betta than troll bulge ngl [break] its all stiff and rigid and really spreads ya open #NSFW
#welovedick 'Cuz if you fuck with the Dick, you're gettin' the Sternwood.
Nothing, really. I'm distracted. If you care so much, message me and I will actually talk later.
Damn I'd love to crash that Felt party, but ol' Cueball tends to run a tight shift and I don't know if it's worthy degrading myself for an invite just to satisfy the ol' Sleuth curiosity.
That and you know I got some pretty fuckin' snazzy green duds. I can almost hazard a guess the bastards ripped off my style wholesale, even.
:33< i f33l like having sex with doc scratch (any of them) would be a pain in the ass :33< theyd go "i knew mew fur gonna cum at this exact meowment since the dawn of time" :33< and "i already know all mewre kinks since befure mew told meow them" :33< #nsfw
I miss the middle finger button. A spade's not the same.
Ms. Paint no jaywalking is dangerous!
currently scouting two boys you dont have to be human but human boys willing to apply get first priority must be able to attend my party at my hive once it gets repaired must be willing to kiss and touch each other in view of all other party goers i can pay for this obviously we are just looking for two boys or masc aligned individuals ready to help a room full of a crowd fujo and fudan out arigatou (tags: The Rankmaid/Chitter, #nsfw, party planning, inquire below, archive rating: M)
I will get y0u pregnant #nsfw
@sugarspunBanshee I trust you are satisfied? https://image2url.com/r2/default/images/1775702280243-82d72483-2bf6-4167-915e-eb5454fc515a.jpeg
My favorite kind of knife is probably the machoote.
Today's opinion is that nothing any dog will ever be will be enough to be better than the worst cat you can find.
Scottie Dogs aren't even that good. They're passable, at most.
hole time. again. https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/03/31/Untitled444_20260331221652.png #nsfw #orisit.
ID LOVE TO SEE YOU FUCKING TRY OLD ASS
Something Just Scuttled Across My Feed. What The Fuck Was That?
I WANT TO BE SO ADORABLE THAT I TRIGGER THAT CUTENESS AGGRESSION.
SHE PATTY ON MY KRABBY TIL I KRABBY PATTY
look at this post instead https://chittr.ing/profile/mrBenedict/985cc978-02f2-4d44-af74-6ac9b0cf84bd
wWw glad to zzee my feed izz full of nice people tonight wWw
):B YES AGAIN
Gun.
@sanguineSaevitas Your crew, your loved ones, or your cohort are about to see some plan or desire come to fruition. You discover that, while you will mostly receive what you want, someone in that cohort will be brought to ruin. Do you finish the job?
My nightly engagement bait post. Touch it and I'll ask you a question.
)):B SPADESSS
):B DON'T BE NONCHALANT AND WISH ME A GOOD NIGHT AND PLEASANT REST
It's a vague post. It's vague.
I don't know who needs to read this. :)
):B
I do not like it when sidewalks are uneven. Sometimes I would appreciate it if people had more respect for traffic rules.
I vote for #feltweek
I really ought to do more violence.
STOP PITYING AND HATING MY CHITTS AND TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!
If you insist...in any case, I'm only ashamed that I can only dispense advice for you. And my sympathies, should you not 8e too "tough as nails" to accept it.
MY TIMELINE SPEAKS. OF SuCH WONDERFuL TRICKSTER SHENANIGANS. SOON TO OCCuR. AND I’M STILL STuCK. IN MY HOME. ONE COuLD EVEN SAY I AM. ABODECONFINED. SOON. FuCKING SOON.
Nevermind, I backread. Yes, I am.
)(ere's my contribution to t)(e #fis)(ingfriday fun! 38D )(is name is Lord Gillieos Ric)(perc)( t)(e T)(ird. )(ttps://www.siladen.com/wp-content/uploads/DSC01515.jpg #mypetfis)( #glubposting #lookat)(im #)(essocute
O swiftly-filling chick pea: Strive zealously to bestow upon me my evening meal!
jarvis, show me everyones dick and balls #nsfw https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4943a5d0468e.png
british people would have probably said chrezi pyroap
The @newsPaper said @spadesSlick is dead so guess who's legitimately the new leader of the midnight crew? ME.
concept: your boss staring at you from across his desk, exhaling a cloud of thick cigarette smoke he taps his fingers over the mahogany of his desk as his eyes travel up and down your figure as if undressing you people love his kind eyes, his soft smile and his witty jokes but only you get to see this side of him "we have an hour until the client is scheduled, detective" he says slowly, taking another drag and leaning back in his chair with knees apart he nods his head to beckon you closer, making room for you under his desk to start (tags: Reader/Boss, Reader/Detective, mlm, no quads mentioned, quadlessfling, chitfic, kind of pale, #nsfw, power imbalance, Human/Human, #rankworks, vague species, detectives on my timeline, hes so hardboiled, archive rating: M)
Killing people is bad.
go go gadget pussy
Can't have shit on Chittr.
Men.
Sometimes it just feels nice to scrape one’s shell a bit that’s all
The Felt should consider actually letting Itchy be in charge. It would be an improvement. Still atrocious. But an improvement.
concept: being rough enough with a carapacian to crack their shell (tags: Reader/Carapacian, #rankworks, i need some water i think, pitchfic, pitch coded, vague quads, #violence, #nsfw, #thinking, tags: M)
Holeposting? Hmm. #nsfw
wvriting that dowvn.
Simply not my style.
i thought about you the whole time
Biography has been updated.
3S' SEX SHITFACED AND SHITPOSTING #imcool
do you want me to be
here ill help you
A very happy trans day of visibility to all of you ladies, gentlemen, and other distinguished guests. I can assure you, you are all very visible to me. In a literal sense, of course.
its insane h0w s0metimes y0ull have the unc0ntr0llable desire t0 kiss s0me0ne sitting right next t0 y0u but then y0u have t0 just g0 0n with y0ur life as if n0thing is happening
THANK YOu. TO ALL TRANSGENDERS. FOR YOuR SERVICE. @everyOne BY CHOOSING TO BE VISIBLE ON THIS DAY. I AM REMINDED OF HOW MANY BITCHES I HAVE. THIS IS LIKE. MY OWN PERSONAL FOuRTH OF JuLY. MY INDEPENDENCE FROM INDEPENDENCE. DECLARATION. IT BRINGS A TEAR. TO MY KALEIDOSCOPIC EYE. SO TAKEN IN. BY SELF-MADE WOMEN. WHO I ALMOST CONSIDER TO BE PEOPLE.
for writing reference, what are some of your favorite pet names to be called? do they differ from your after-dark pet names? 0///v///0" (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, pet names, #nsfw, writing help, archive rating: M)
Who is ready for the performance of a lifetime, from Mr. Worldwide to Infinity, daleee
"i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love" https://i.imgur.com/jizthri.jpeg #substance #mychemicalquadrants
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
That is. Not good.
just killed a hooker because she looked at me funny #slickweek
While I live and die for my purpose, it is a long and winding road I must walk to reach the terminus, and there are empty periods wherein I must find forms of amusing myself. I am, of course, aware of what the outcome of such amusements will be, but the actions and the outcomes amuse me regardless. And there is always satisfaction in allowing inevitability to unfold by my hand. Do not be confused, you are all entertainment for me. And as of yet, none of you have failed to amuse. Consider it a compliment.
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my trusty little leprechaun: madame madame! why d꥟ y꥟u always carry that cigarette h꥟lder? me: cuz fierce is fierce hunni my trusty little leprechaun: gaggg
Perhaps it will be a great use of Felt resources.
I might have enjoyed dancing with you again.
I AM A VERY BIG FAN OF THE AMOUNT OF CLOWNS ON THIS WEBSITE. I WISH THERE WERE MORE! PLEASE SEND ANY AND ALL #CLOWN-RELATED-BUSINESS TO MY INBOX, INCLUDING HORN SALES, PICTURES OF FUNNY FACES, AND VIDEOS OF ENHANCED JAPERY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THE MATTER. SEND POST.
HES GONE HES GONE AND IMP TOOK HIM I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE
@sanguineSaevitas I never would've expected pity from you. Has something moved in that murderous pusher of yours?
Loggin in an findin lotsa black shells followin me with their descriptors bein "Dont talk to me if youre a frog." Well which is it then. Make up yer mind.
1 quad react = 1 broken clock.
#MEATPOSTING OR PERHAPS #MEATBALLPOSTING... MAYBE EVEN #SPAGHETTIPOSTING! NYEH HEH! https://familystylefood.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Juicy-Italian-Meatballs.jpg
im tired of all this meat posting!!!! candy be upon ye!!! #candyposting https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/308b677855ca.jpg
the meat posts make me sick to my fucking stomach
that is NOT yummy
$$$$$ Heard there'$ evil villain¥ on the ¢hitboard toda¥. M¥ re$₽on$e? Don't be evil! $$$$$
Make the girl in black your bride. #lyrics
I'm fucking tired. Goodnight my beautiful mutuals, I am blowing you all kissies. <3
concept: holding yourself close, biting into your shoulder as you go at a pace thats just right "you like it like that?" you mumbled under to your breath, hearing a pathetic moan leave your lips in response "you know we do" (tags: Reader/Reader, #rankworks, #selfcest, #nsfw, #nsfwe, thank you chittr trends, archive raiting: E)
How could I resist such a handsome pale cue ball?
chittr work please i need to shitpost
about to achieve my lifetime goal of launching into the atmosphere on my own terms #bouncingonit
survived hopital. B]
....i can't tell if they're flirting or not. #vagueposting
Disregard the previous post, my device seems to have had an error.
Well said.
Now I simply MU5T know. React to let me know if you would let me kill you and bake or otherwise cook your remains into a lovely savory pastry or dish~ (( #gore #cannibalism
YOU KNOW WHAT, I THINK I'VE COME UP WITH A NEW ALTERNATIVE TO #VAGUEPOSTING. I PRESENT TO YOU ALL: #GREATPOSTING! IN WHICH YOU POST ABOUT THE GREATNESS OF YOURSELF OR ANOTHER! *WINK WINK*!
Well. That was…unexpected, something I rarely say lightly.
You can stop repeating the same platitudes of superiority, Slick. They do not make them true. See you around.
My only crime is NOTHING. I am an UPSTANDING and LAW-ABIDING CITIZEN. And one day, I'll be WRITING the laws you people so FLAGRANTLY DISOBEY.
Don't you even worry your pretty little heads about what I'm about to do.
This is a conversation that's not going to to anywhere.
UNFORTNATE MY OWN COMMENT ABOUT PUTTING MY FINGERS DOWN MY THROAT TO MY UVULA IS MAKING ME THINK OF SOMEONE ELSE DOING IT, AND THAT WAS IMMENSELY HOTTER JEGUS FUCKING CHRIST. #NSFW
Some of the Spades Slicks around here never cease to amaze me in how... Amusing they all can be.