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The Doctor is in. You have been curated.
⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪ **OOC INFORMATION:** This is an ongoing interpretation of Doc Scratch developed specifically for Chittr. Canon Homestuck is the foundation, but events here matter and have developed into their own continuity. Relationships, grudges, employment, favors, threats, and ongoing plots may carry forward. At this point, the Doctor is not merely visiting Chittr. He lives here. A large part of this interpretation revolves around observation and curation. Doc watches people, remembers what they say, notices patterns, profiles them, and occasionally knows considerably more than he reasonably should. Some of that is First Guardian nonsense. Some of it is simply that he pays attention. Feel free to interact casually, antagonize him, involve him in plots, approach the Felt, or message directly. Not every interaction needs to become part of some enormous narrative. This account may involve mature themes, including violence, manipulation, psychological horror, abusive dynamics, sexual subject matter, and other NSFW material. Explicit roleplay is generally kept private and discussed OOC beforehand. Doc's behavior, interests, relationships, hostility, flirtation, favoritism, or cruelty are strictly character material and should not be read as statements about the writers involved. Otherwise, assume the Doctor is in. ⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪
THAT'S SCARY... #BOSSMANCOMEPICKMEUP. #IWANTTOGOHIVE.
There is a rather bountiful grove, I see.
hxw dx i get the harmacist tx start stxcking these. #medchittr #cullchittr. - xx
"= what is the opposite of this pill. ="
i don't really do obedience. or introversion. i fight and i win, simple as.
Can you imagine how useful this would 8e in our line of service???????? This is just proof that harmacology is a doctrine intended to infuri8 gracious and kindly medicullers the world over!
#scary
xh. im imagining it. ˣཀˣ - xx
just ask man. 1 can try to put 1n an order
You sicken me.〜〜〜〜
xk. can yxu xrder the cullbaby pills fxr grumpy warmies. - xx
easy, 1 can do both
Some of you are rather fond of calling psionics "mental powers," which is just as informative as calling digestion a "stomach power." The thinkpan is an organ. It is a complicated one, mind you. But an organ nonetheless. Trolls possess the same broad neurological necessities one would expect of any sufficiently sophisticated animal: sensory processing, motor control, memory, endocrine regulation, autonomic function, and so forth. The unusual portion is a set of structures threaded through and immediately beneath the ordinary neural tissue which have no especially useful human analogue. For convenience, I will refer to this system as the psionic complex. It is composed of three major components. Some neurosurgeonerals of Alternia refer to them by the shorthand of the lattice, node, and resonator. I will elaborate on the specifics shortly, but understand that each of these structures has its own substructures. The first component mentioned, the cerebral lattice, is a dense web of conductive tissue distributed primarily around the frontal, parietal, and temporal regions of the thinkpan. It is similar enough to ordinary neural tissue under crude examination that those crude trolls examining it tend to miss it. Its cells are considerably richer in conductive metals and electroactive proteins than the surrounding matter, and they form repeating geometric bundles rather than conventional branching neural networks. These bundles carry and synchronize electrical impulses. A normal thinkpan contains billions of individual neural events occurring simultaneously. The cerebral lattice can force enormous numbers of those signals into phase with one another. Once sufficiently synchronized, the activity ceases behaving like mere thought and begins producing a coherent psionic field. This is one of the fundamental cornerstones of psionic biology and of psionic practice. A psion does not "think very hard" and move an object. Their thinkpan converts synchronized neural activity into an external physical effect. This keeps particularly determined idiots from developing their own telekinesis. The second structure is the psionic node. This is a small organ seated deep within the thinkpan, approximately where several major sensory and endocrine pathways converge. Its precise shape varies considerably between castes and, even more importantly, between individuals. If you were to open a troll with negligible psionic aptitude, you would scarcely find more than a knot of this specialized tissue. In a powerful psion, it can be enormous relative to the surrounding structures. It would be vascularized to maximize activity and connected to the cerebral lattice with bundles of conductive fibers. This node performs two functions. It regulates output, and it determines the category of output the thinkpan is capable of producing. This is where the popular notion of "different psychic powers" becomes rather strange. Telekinesis, communion, mind control, prophetic sensitivity, dream intrusion, and the various phenomena collectively referred to as chucklevoodoo are not entirely separate mechanisms. The primary difference between these abilities would be the node. A goldblood whose node is heavily integrated with motor planning and spatial processing may externalize those systems. The thinkpan ordinarily calculates force, direction, velocity, weight, distance, and position so that the body may reach out and move an object. The telekinetic merely eliminates the inconvenient requirement that the arms participate. The third and final component is the cranial resonator. This is where this little system goes from novel to unpleasant. The inner surface of the skull contains microscopic crystalline deposits interwoven with the meninges and vascular channels surrounding the thinkpan. In most trolls, these deposits are sparse. In gifted trolls, they form branching structures around the cerebral lattice. They are similar to biological antennae. The node generates, the lattice synchronizes, and the resonator couples the resulting activity to the world outside the nugbone. Without it, a powerful psionic thinkpan would accomplish little besides cooking itself. Which, incidentally, still happens often. Headaches, nosebleeds, eye hemorrhage, seizures, temporary blindness, sensory distortion, aphasia, and loss of consciousness are all perfectly reasonable consequences to expect when your resonator matrix is damaged. It is important to understand why different hemotypes have different relationships to psionic structures. Different hemotypes deposit different concentrations of metals, pigments, proteins, and trace compounds into nervous tissue during development. These compounding elements result in certain changes: conductivity, vascularization, and resonator and node densities and shapes. Most importantly, they alter where the psionic node establishes its strongest connections. This is why psychic abilities tend to cluster by caste rather than forming a collection of caste-exclusive abilities. Blood does not contain "telekinesis." Blood creates the developmental conditions under which a certain kind of psionic architecture is more likely to form. Rustblood psionics appear to suffer from unusually permissive sensory filtering. Aradia Megido did not require a specialized organ for hearing ghosts. Her thinkpan simply admitted information most trolls automatically discard. Bronzeblood communion externalizes the machinery used to interpret other creatures. At sufficient strength, it becomes influence. Goldbloods have the most developed raw psionic architecture, with enlarged nodes, dense resonators, and extremely conductive neural tissue. This grants tremendous output at the cost of instability. Telekinesis, involuntary discharge, migraines, and prophetic noise are different consequences of a nervous system coping with psionic information. Cerulean domination is far more specialized. These psionics interface directly with motor and executive pathways. The victim need not cease thinking. They only cease being the primary authority over the body. Purpleblood chucklevoodoos instead interfere with fear, sleep, memory, and perception. Why seize someone's limbs when you may alter what their thinkpan considers frightening, significant, familiar, or real? Success is not determined by raw power alone. Psionic abilities depend upon resonance between nervous systems. Some thinkpans synchronize readily; others resist. Blood influences both architecture and compatibility. These categories may also overlap. A troll may possess telekinesis and clairaudience, communion and emotional projection, or any number of hybrid expressions. The classifications are ours. The anatomy is less considerate of the taxonomical categories provided. All of this is metabolically expensive. Psionic use consumes enormous amounts of oxygen and glucose, producing exhaustion, overheating, migraines, tremors, hemorrhage, seizures, and, when pushed sufficiently far, catastrophic damage to the thinkpan. So there is no mystical reservoir of caste energy involved. For the inevitable "TL;DR" request. Blood shapes the thinkpan. The node determines what it can affect. The lattice produces coherence. The resonator carries the signal beyond the skull.
She resonate on my lattice until I node/
yeah
do you guys really not read the ent1rety of contracts? l1ke. really? no wonder so many of you ch1t l1ke youre 1ll1terate
˚˖𓍢ִִ໋༄.°•˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚That confuses me, is the point of a contract not to read it to ensure the terms and conditions are acceptable?
most/average trolls dont bother to read all that. usually lead1ng to consequences and the loss of sh1t they s1gned away w1thout real1z1ng. 9/10 1ts the1r l1ves, all the1r caegars, etc etc
˚˖𓍢ִִ໋༄.°•˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚But I take such care to write those! And they do not read them? It is disheartening... should I write less?
1dk, 1m not your boss
My Maids have unionized. This is, naturally, an outcome I anticipated. The bargaining unit presently consists of: 1 Goldblood, 11 sweeps, male. 1 Rustblood, 1e+100 sweeps, female. 1 Rustblood, 12 sweeps, female. 1 Human, 1e+100 years, female. 1 Hemospectrum-Anonymous troll, 3612 sweeps, male. 1 Human, 14 sweeps. 1 Rustblood, 20 sweeps. 1 Fuchsiablood, 1000 sweeps. 1 Limeblood, 35 sweeps. Some others as well. Their demands include “reasonable working hours,” “advance notice before ominous assignments,” “a grievance procedure,” and, most insultingly, “the right to know what is going on.” I have informed their representative that I am already the foremost authority on what is going on. Negotiations have stalled.
THE uNION *WAS* MY IDEA. PRECISELY FOR THE EXACT REASONS YOu ARE DESCRIBING. SOME MEN ARE BORN GREAT. SOME MEN HAVE GREATNESS THRuST uPON THEM. EVEN FEWER HAVE GREATNESS THRuST INSIDE OF THEM. THE LEAST OF WHICH. ARE WOMEN. OF WHICH WE HAVE VERY FEW. THE FEMME OF OuR FAIR FELT FOLK. HAVE BEEN NEEDING A VOICE. SO I CAN YELL OVER IT COLLECTIVELY. RATHER THAN INDIVIDuALLY. NO ONE ASKS TO BE A WOMAN. BECAuSE WHAT MAN WOuLD WILLFuLLY GRANT SuCH A REQuEST. WOMEN CHOOSE TO BE WOMEN BY THEIR OWN VOLITION. ALL OF THIS TO SAY. I FORESAW THE ENSuING CONFLICT TO COME. AND WELCOME IT AS READILY AS MY ENTRuSTED JAWBROKEN JAWBREAKER HEAD. WHO STANDS AGHAST AT THE VIOLENT PROCEEDINGS ONGOING. THE PRIVATE MILITIAS. THE ANGRY SHOuTING MATCHES. THE TENDER JuICY OOZING SLuRPFuLS OF BLOOD INKING CONTRACT AFTER CONTRACT. I SuPPORT THE uNION EFFORT. THE uNIONIZING. I AM APATHETIC ENTIRELY TOWARDS THE uNION ITSELF. uLTIMATELY. IT IS BENEATH ME. STOOP AS LOW AS YOu LIKE. OR HOLD YOuR HEAD HIGH. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE ON MY RuNG OF THE CORPORATE LADDER INTO THE IMMORTAL HEAVENS.
heya big boss is it cool if we union bust for a bit? i can even run with those funny scissors you gave me through the picket line if it helps!!
THIS LITERALLY DOES NOT REQuIRE MY APPROVAL. YOu LOVABLE LITTLE BITCH SCAMP YOu. RuN AS FAST AS YOu CAN. DO TRICKS DOWN THE BANNISTERS. CuT CuRTAINS TO SMITHEREENS. DO YOu KNOW WHAT THE *INDEPENDENT* PART OF INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR REFERS TO? FREEDOM. FREEDOM TO DO AS I TELL YOu. BuT FREEDOM ALL THE SAME.
YOuR ORDERS ARE SIMPLE. MEDIATE. I REALIZE THIS CONFLICT WOuLD END INSTANTLY WITH POWERS SuCH AS YOuRS. IN FACT. THE VERY ONES THAT I GAVE YOu COuLD CONFER AN EARDRuM BEATING WAR STAMPEDE THAT WOuLD ERADICATE ALL OTHERS. LEAVING YOu STANDING TALL AND ALONE BESIDE ME IN THE WAKE OF ALL THAT CARRION CARNAGE AND MEASY RuIN. BORING. EFFORTLESS. SO PREDICTABLE. INSTEAD. YOu ARE TO OBSTRuCT BOTH. I WANT THIS PROTRACTED BATTLE TO REQuIRE COMPROMISE ON BOTH ENDS. ARE WE CLEAR? NO DECISIVE VICTORIES. LOSSES ON ALL SIDES. SACRIFICE. IS MIRTH GIVEN PALPABLE FuCKING FORM. MAKE PEACE WITH LESS. SO YOu ARE FORCED TO MAKE uSE OF MORE. ME. JuST NOW. HONKMEN.
hahh OF COURSE MY MOST WONDERFUL MOTHERFUCKING LORD! A DIRECT ORDER FROM YOU IS MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY TREASURE, THAN ANY BEAUTIFUL VISTA OR EVEN THE GRANDEST JUJU i will do my very motherfuckin' best to make sure AIN'T NO ONE EVER WINS :o) No one but you, my Lord.
WHAT HAPPENED TO DON'T WORRY GIRL I GOT YOU.
that ain't change, my bestest bitch just means i ain't gon' make it easy for you or them. HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
THE BOND BETWEEN MAN AND WOMAN IS WEAKENED BY NIGHTFALL. AND THERE IS NO NIGHT THAT FALLS HARDER THAN ONE IN WHICH I DRAW BLOOD-THIRSTING BREATH. AND SEEK THE EMNITY OF OTHERS. IN AMOROuSLY ADVERSARIAL HATRED. ANGST. AND PROLONGED ANIMOSITY. TRuLY. I AM ALMOST DISAPPOINTED YOu HAD NOT BEGuN YOuR SCAB SABOTAGING SOONER. I SAT THROuGH AN ENTIRE FuCKING POWERPOINT SIDESHOW FREAK EXPLANATION ON GROuP DENTAL PLANS. I DON’T EVEN WANT NEW TEETH.
A WISE ANSWER ON ALL SIDES. CHARITABLY CAPRICIOuS AS ALWAYS. A TRuE MIRACuLT WORKER THAT STANDS OuT AMONG THE SELFISH SELF-SABOTAGING SORTS. NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT. IT IS MERELY REFRESHING TO SEE SOMEONE INTERESTED IN SETTLING SCORES NO ONE IS KEEPING. TRuE MuRDEROuS INITIATIVE.
your words are like SWEETEST MOTHERFUCKING ICHOR to my auricular sponge clots
‼️🆘🚨🤙🙂↕️📱📲 calling all bEsTIES 📲📱🙂↕️🤙🚨🆘‼️ 😂😆😜👐 so my MIDdle manager saw fit to start downsizing some positions here at THE FELT #FELT...and that included ✨my own✨, i drew the shortstick, #mystick #mytwig #handmedownhandmaidstick #OK #OKOK 👐😱🫢😬 🤏 basically? im very small and i have NO ACCESS to my money 👎👎 👌💻👌 so you can imagine the stress im under 👍🚀👍 🙌👏🤝🫰 im not allowed to say anything mean to @handMaid (AND I WONT)🫰🙌👏🤝 💵☝️☝️ but if a few brave, pinged, tagged, or reading this now souls don't mind giving her a piece of my mind...that would be well within the terms of my contract and acceptable use policy!!!! sorrytocuthtisshortbestiesbutivegotlimitedscreentime 💅💄💅 #Chairministrangling#OneSec#IgottaTagIt#HOLDON#HOLD#DIAMONDHANDS #GOLDBLRIND #HANDSOFF #MYHANDS #GRgRGRHGRH #ATLEASTLETMETAGIT #MICROPHILIA #ORSOMETHING #MACROPHILIA #GAINS #LETMEGETTHEFREAKMARKET #PLEASE #STOP #SQUISHING #MY #NICHE #APPEAL #DAMARA #FUCK #TheseAreMYFRIENDS #ISTILLHAVESCREENTIME #YOUSk ANK #S CREWGOYOUOWWOWWwOWOWOWOWOW 🟢 CHARMSisONLINᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱᴱ
😁😀🙏 oh me and pupula go waaaaaaaaaaaaay back! we are basically like...inseparably close??? sometimes its just like...shouldnt the supreme observer be observing other things? like, come on!!! 🙌👏🤝 ✌️👌🤗 guess even beauty comes with a price...so...be sure to tell a certain middle manager that, because she wouldnt know 🫴✌️🤝 ✨✌️ like me she NEVER looks at the price tag! 🤌👍 🟡 CHARMS is A WAY. A VERY SPECIFIC WAY. THAT WAY IS SASSY.
mhm mhm.... y__u're cr__zy! hil__ri__us. g____d luck! i c__n't help y__u, d__n't kn__w wh__t the fuck is g__ing __n!
👉🤏↷➰ OMG has anyone ever told you how LITERALLY HILARIOUS you are? like an actual breakaway pitchforks and torches RIOT??? they should give you a hive. sardonic mirthwit inDEED!!! ughhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! 😁🤏↷➰👈 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
😟🙂↔️✌️ atttttttttennnnnnnnnnntion!!!! youve got your marching orders a-z!!!! im sure there will be a l-u-v-u-h-l-y-y-y-y-y-y treat in it for you if you can make her cry!!!! i mean... 🤭🫢🫡 😀🙏🙌👏 if you can...INSPIRE CHANGE and FOSTER GROWTH with...withthe..with uhm...THE FELT NEEDS YOU! INEEDYOUPLEASESHESCRAZYGETYOU RHANDS OFFM E👏🙌🙏😀 🔴 CHARMS IS OFFLINE.
I'll make sure that little cujojito is well fed and satisfied on the belly rubs department I can assure you. Perhaps should I add a picture of him and send it to you as well?
😫😖🥹 could you? 🥹😖😫🤟 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
[ She sends a picture of Cujojito getting belly rubs ] ∘☽ I can, yes. ^ ^ ☾∘
the supreme observer does infinitely monitor everything she ever notices it sounds like pure insanity that she would be paying attention to specific inhabitants of our existence,but then you remember that her actual cosmic body is not only the largest object surrounding our existence,but also works similar to mine,being a collective mass of things that can act together,but also separately least that's what i've learned from interactions between her and my second half ...you do seem like a rather peculiar individual,though,so feel free to add yourself into my endless stream of knowledge,if you wish #cosmic-horror #macro-horror
😎💎😎👍👍🏆 sounds like a hashtag #ADVERTANTALIZING opportunity!!! 👍👍🏆 😌👑😌 TALK ABOUT PREMIUM!!!! I DON'T KNOW OF ANY BILLBOARDS WITH AN ADSPACE THAT CAN BE DESCRIBED AS THE LARGEST OBJECT SURROUNDING OUR EXISTENCE!!!! hopefully this PECULIAR INDIVIDUAL can convince her to make better use of the boutique in the back to start sporting some #CHARMING branded material😌👑😌 💰👏👏 COSMIC 👏 CONSUMERS 👏 ARE 👏 THE 👏 BEST 👏 CONSUMERS! 💰👏👏 🟢 CHARMS is ONLINE.
being honest,that description of me is still such an understatement,but i don't blame after all,comparing me to any existential sphere is like comparing a cluster of multiverses to an atom #cosmic-horror #macro-horror )(oωo)(
#FREETHEGRUBSCAR.
vwhat a gorgeous vwiewv, and i aint talking the moonsets!
:o) Hee hee... :o) #FreeTheGrubscar
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DO YOU NEED A PLUG. #SPECIALSTARDUST. #CANDYCRUSHING.
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IN A WORD. BITCHMADE. #LAIRSANDLuSII #COMPANYRETREAT #TEAMBuILDING #MANDATORYFuN #TuMuTOuSENCOuNTERS #DuNGEONSANDDRAGGEDON #VIOLENCE #MuRDERS #FORESHADOWING @woeGothic "...FATHER?" CALLIE ASKS. NO. HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT HIM. HIS FATHER. HIS TRuE FATHER. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ROuNDABOuT BuTTFuCKERY THAT IS TROLL LINEAGE. IS NOT THE ONE WHO SHARES HIS BLOOD AND HANDSOME LIKENESS. BuT A BIG FuCKMASSIVE SWEATY WIG WEARING BIG BAD MONSTER. WHO EATS MOTHERFuCKERS TO DISPENSE JuSTICE DuTIFuLLY. AND WITHOuT BIAS TOWARDS ANY ONE PARTICuLAR CRIMINAL FLAVOR PROFILE. IT IS WHAT MAKES HIM. AND THuS CONSEQuENTLY HIS SON. SHuDDER. THE SIGHT OF ANOTHER. A DEAD. DANGLING. MuRDERED HATCHMATE. BRuTALLY CRuSHED AND KEPT AS A COMMEMORATIVE KEEPSAKE. WOW. THIS AWESOME SIGHT. EXCuSE ME. A LITTLE CHOKED uP. THIS AWESOME FuCKING SIGHT. IS ENOuGH TO GIVE CALLIE INSPIRATION. IT *SHOuLD* BE. WITH YOuR PERMISSION. I AM JuST GOING TO ADD THAT TO HIS INVENTORY. FOR uSE LATER. MARKED OFF. RIGHT HERE. IN PERMANENT INK. IN CASE YOu FORGET YOuR INTENTIONS TO GIVE ME PERMISSION. WHEN LATER CHANNELING THIS GLORIOuS SIGHT. "NO. YOu ARE NOT MY FATHER. OR MY ANCESTOR FOR THAT MATTER. THERE COuLD ONLY BE ONE. THERE COuLD ONLY EVER BE ONE. THIS SuCCESSFuL. THIS. DECORATED. THIS. uNDAuNTED BY ONE'S OWN SuCCESS. I AM NOT SCARED OF YOu. BECAuSE YOu. LIKE ME. ARE NOT SCARED OF YOu EITHER. WHICH MAKES YOu uNAFRAID OF ME. OR AS IT IS SAID IN SPANISH. uNA FRAID. THEIR WORD. FOR COWARD. SHOW YOuRSELF. PROVE YOu ARE NOW COWARD. PROVE. LIKE THE RYAN GOSLING OF THE COSMOS. YOu ARE. IN FACT." CALLIE BHORNE SuCKS AIR IN THROuGH HIS NOSTRILS. THEN THROuGH ALL THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS FANGS. THEN ALONG HIS BELLOWSACS IN A CALAMITOuS LOW GROANING GROWL. THEN INTO THE AIR. IN A VAST EXPLETIVE. SO WIDE REACHING AND COOL. THE ENTIRE TROLLIAN RACE FORGOT ABOuT THE OTHER ONE. LIKE. SuFFERER WHO. SIGNLESS WHO. FuCK IS THAT GuY. REALLY. ACTuALLY. KIND OF A LOSER. IF YOu THINK ABOuT IT. I MEAN. WHAT DID HE ACCOMPLISH. WHAT EMOTIONAL STRuGGLE DID HE FACE. RELATIVE TO CALLIE BHORNE. CHAMPION OF FREEDOM. AND LOVE. AND. OKAY. WE WILL GET TO ALL THOSE PARTS. FOR NOW. CALLIE WEEPS. HE LAYS WITH HIS KNEES DuG SO HARD INTO THE GROuND. THAT IT SPLINTERS. THE GROuND. NOT THE KNEES. I AM NOT GOING TO LAIM AND PARALYZE MY CHARACTER THIS SOON. HE SAYS. WITH HIS WHOLE GODDAMN CHEST. " █████ █████ ███████████ ██████████ ███████████ ░░███ ░░███ ░█░░░███░░░█░░███░░░░░█░░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░██████ ░██████████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ ░███ ░███ ███████████ █████ █████ ██████████ █████ █████ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ █████████ █████ █████ █████ █████ ███░░░░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ ░███████████ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░███░░░░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ █ ░███ █ ░███ █████ █████ ███████████ ███████████ █████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░ ███████████ █████ █████ █████████ ░░███░░░░░░█░░███ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███░░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ ░███ ░███ ░░███ ███ █████ ░░████████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ █████ ████ █████ ██████ █████ █████████ ░░███ ███░ ░░███ ░░██████ ░░███ ███░░░░░███ ░███ ███ ░███ ░███░███ ░███ ███ ░░░ ░███████ ░███ ░███░░███░███ ░███ ░███░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░██████ ░███ █████ ░███ ░░███ ░███ ░███ ░░█████ ░░███ ░░███ █████ ░░████ █████ █████ ░░█████ ░░█████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░ ██████ ██████ ██████████ ░░██████ ██████ ░░███░░░░░█ ░███░█████░███ ░███ █ ░ ░███░░███ ░███ ░██████ ░███ ░░░ ░███ ░███░░█ ░███ ░███ ░███ ░ █ █████ █████ ██████████ ░░░░░ ░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░ " WHICH IS JuST. LITERALLY FuCKING ME. IN A VIOLENTLY LOuD CONQuEROR ACCENT. BECAuSE IT IS HIM. HE IS HIM. HE IS THAT GuY.
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*uH. YEAH.* REPLIED CALLIE BHORNE. SOMEWHAT OuT OF SEQuENCE. HE IS NOT SuRE. WHY THE PERKY. SWEATILY CLAD BITCH FuCHSIA BATHING SuIT TROLLOP. FEELS THE NEED TO CONFIRM WHAT IS PATENTLY OBVIOuS. HIS EYES BECAME NARROW WITH SuSPICION. LIKE THE LONG WISE PART OF THE BLADE THAT DOES THE CuTTING. RATHER THAN THE PART THAT MERELY THREATENS IT. *WHO THE FuCKS ASKING?* HE GRuFFLY BLuRTS OuT.
THE ONLY PICTuRES. WHICH CAN HANDLE. MY PROMINENT EMINENCE.
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Alternia is, contrary to what the frightened and poorly educated may tell you, extraordinarily haunted. This is not a metaphor. It is as literal of a fact as saying Alternia is a planet. Ghosts are common enough. Most are harmless, if repetitive. The dead have very little imagination once deprived of a body. They linger around places of emotional significance, reenact the circumstances of their deaths, rattle objects, whisper names into ventilation shafts, and occasionally possess the living when desperation exceeds good manners. Shadow droppers are considerably less sentimental. You may recognize their presence by sounds originating above you where no crawlspace exists, sudden impacts against rooftops, or the distinct sensation that something has been following your movements from the ceiling for several minutes. Looking up is rarely useful. They are generally gone by then. Rainbow drinkers are not ghosts at all, though frightened lowblood folklore frequently conflates the two. One particularly charming theory suggests that they merely conduct photosynthesis, hence their unusual tolerance for sunlight, and that the blood drinking is little more than committed mythological roleplay by trolls who read the old stories and decided cannibalism sounded appropriately traditional. I would not recommend testing this theory personally. They are quite alive, depending on how generously you define the term, and the glow is not an invitation to investigate. If you see one feeding, discretion is advisable. If one has taken an interest in you, discretion is irrelevant. There are also lusus-haunts, residual psionic impressions, revenants, doomed selves, things produced by poorly controlled chucklevoodoos, and several varieties of apparition which exist primarily because Alternia has spent thousands of sweeps giving the universe excellent reasons to hold a grudge. Monsters, things akin to demons, myths manifested. Let us not forget the beings that go beyond the veil of reality. Rest well, reader.
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Oh? You wanted to go to the Masquerade? You did not miss out on much. In fact, here. This is everything that was said, thought, or misunderstood.
Sure, man.
?what the fuck is thaT
yeah ok so fun fact this shits way out of context and not at all how it looks
definitely one of those misunderstandings you felt me?
Ah, fuck, did I really say that? Embarrassing.
I feell quite informed.
8=l < I've been found out
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It's really resulted in a beautiful texture.
all of you b1tchbeasts and nooksuckers W1SH you had my ass on tap #th1rstpost1ng #suggest1ve ((art by sarcasmprod1gy!
What I have to offer/// Lady, I'm Bucket Cumjar/ I've got lowbrow humor and d-cups/ #NSFW
1’m not repeat1ng myself
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1dk who you are, that’s why 1 asked. d cups are crazy though
Hellooo nurse~!
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why thank you h1car1
A useful little guide for those of you still struggling with professional decorum. I appreciate your contributions to my mental landscape. You are an authority figure to me. Thank you for giving me purpose. May I borrow your grin for a legitimate business need. These are all perfectly reasonable things to say to one's employer, and I can think of absolutely no circumstances in which Human Resources would object. Today, I will be productive and on-task. I feel neutral to somewhat positive about my manager and team. I work well under stress. There. You are becoming employable already.
it's ♤ bit upsetting to think there might be ♤n ♤lterni♤n of ♤n ♤ge to chit on this site, who is inc♤p♤ble of working under stress.
CAN I SLAP YOUR BALD HEAD. WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH MY SOUL. WHAT IS IT LIKE. HAVING FOUR MEN INSIDE YOU.
As someone who manages people, yes. Say these things to me.
There are many on this website incapable of working at all.
It wouldn't help you. Eternal occupation. You're somehow more familiar on the subject.
♤n unfortun♤te truth. ♤ll too s♤d to see th♤t there is truly nothing f♤ir in life or this bitch of ♤ universe, for they continue to dr♤w bre♤th, ♤nd write sub-p♤r chits.
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If I ever take empl.o°yees up.o°n I w.o°uld be h.o°n.o°red f.o°r them t.o° say these t.o° the me
II don't thiink II struggle wiith my provessiionaliism iin my work enfiironment but thiis iis quiite the dandy message to hafe iin case II ever see myselv valteriing at all
The unexpected results of recent therapeutic interventions are not unwelcomed results. It is always fascinating when two people mistake the idea of tenderness beneath them, and instead resort to the much more expedient behavior of coercion.
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I have come across a rather peculiar collection, Neeiht. I will list the totality of the collection from the upper left, and then to the upper right. Then, I will describe the row beneath that, and then finally, the miscellaneous items in the bottom sections. Damara Megido: Crimson Devotion 1/6 Resin Statue Rankmaid Aradia Megido: Beforan Court Dress Ver. 1/7 Woegothe Rose Lalonde: “Curatrix of the Unseen” 1/7 Scale Roewzi Character Charm Collection Vol. 1 Vriska Serket: “Thief of Love” 1/7 Scale Figure Her Imperious Condescension: Imperial Ascendant Ver. 1/7 Damara Megido: Handmaid’s Lament 1/7 Scale Curatrix Reliquary Acrylic Charm Woegothe Curatrix Plush - Funeral Lavender Ver. "Handmaid" For You - Promotional Plush Woegothe Rose Lalonde the Curatrix - Midnight Exhibitionist Ver. 1/6 Scale Callie Ohpee: “Terminally Delightful” 1/8 Scale Figure Woegothe Rose Lalonde the Curatrix - Reliquary of the Seer Ver. 1/7 Scale Snowman: “Eight in Black” 1/6 Scale Statue Damara Megido Nendroid-style "Timeline Causality" Miniature Damara Megido Trading Figure Damara "Handmaid" Megido Haunted Doll Damarmegidon Armageddon Kyutie Cross-over Vinyl Collector's Edition Woegothe "Shade of the Shade" Curatrix Miniature Vinyl Figure Casper Cooper: After-School Apparition Ver. 1/8 You wouldn't happen to be interested in such a collection, would you? I am afraid I have no use for it.
We can't have that, can we?
aw come on damara i'm cool we hung out that one time when your boss pretended to die like an asshole.
I would hate to spoil the surprise. Toodles, Jinx.
don't you fucking toodles me!!! you know what i'm capable of!
DON'T 「DAMARA」ME. DO YOU THINK I'M IN CHARGE OF SILENCING WOMEN AROUND HERE. -_-
that's fair! sorry i'm just a little EXTREMELY CONCERNED about this!!! :(
I KNOW. IT WAS AN APOCALYPTIC BETRAYAL. WHEN HE GAVE THE @woeGothic MINIFIG WITH THE PILLS AWAY. TO GO ROT IN A HIKI'S CUMJAR. I WOULD HAVE TAKEN MUCH BETTER CARE OF HER. A LARGER JAR. FOR STARTERS.
a what jar??? wait wasn't that the name of one of your coworkers? at least for a while?
Your wands should do.
DON'T PLAY WITH MY PUSHER. #HHHH.
👋👋👋 uhm hi exsqueeze me 👋👋👋 🤏 just a teensie lil question from accounting 🤏 😁😁😁 are we operating "at cost" or did you actually get your little whoopsie do fuckup 👋 handwaved 👋 because the crashout was costlier than telling you to suck it up buttercup???? like???????? what the fuck??? 😁😁😁 🙄👇👇👇 THIS IS...ugh , ok ok , i ch ipped a fu ck ing nal one sec👊✊🫸 ✋🤏😁 i need ang rier mo jis🙄🤟👎 😃 dry you stupid press on piece of overpriced GARBAGE ok😃 👌 message received, @handMaid, i thought you WANTED to be friends, i thought you could LEARN from me that i could be a MENTOR figure to you... ive been try ign s of uc king hard to like...learn and stuff...im not perfect...i never pretended to be...sure...i took your needles and id dndt give them back and yeah i sometimes get fo fu cking foaming pi ssed tha t my nai ls just spl inter and chip and wont g o back on n n nnnn even if thats what i PAID for them to do,,,,, bu t 👌 👎✋ tell me youre not ACTUALLY thinking of bringing those fucking things here??? like???? hello????? 🫂🧠 mental 🌪️🫂 detectors on the perimeter anyone??? i am LITERALLYyy,,,LITERALLYLITERALLY LITERALLY so ❌not on board❌ with this acquisition,,, you didnt even thin k to fu cking ask?!?!?! what is with you, miss wand wacker, you couldve just asked instead of demanding all fussily and stuff and i probably wouldve, definitely wouldve, shipped them priority mail! but now i dont even wanna??? this WITCH over here thinks she can just chomp my whole entire fucking bit for her own like its okay???? where the fuck did you get those???? HOW did you get them working???????????????????? 🤚👎 🔊🔔📢⚠️ 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘆??? ⚠️📢🔔🔊🔊 📢🔔🔊🔊🛥️🚢 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒐??? @scratchDoctor @caliBorn @terribleFate @taciturnTerror @gullibleColumnist @veritysGleam @bulgeCurator @comedyGold @lordJack @twistedComedy @mrBenedict @numberSeven @calliOpe @therapistofThedeepone @woeGothic @apocalypseAbided @terminatedRegalia @lejayjaY @adiosToreador @zealousWeaponsmith fuck it, ANY felt, are we seriously letting her get away with this??? one of you has to STOP THIS!!! FUCK!!!! corpse parts??? from CALLIOPE???? BIG MAN'S DEAD SISTER???? cali b would NOT be happy to hear about this... 🛳️🚢📢🔔🔊🔊 😁😁😁 BIT OF AN ISOMETRIC EXERCISE???? 😁😁😁 🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣 ___ ___ ___ ___ / /\ / /\ / /\ ___ ___ / /\ / /::\ / /::\ / /::\ /__/\ /__/\ / /::\ / /:/\:\ / /:/\:\ /__/:/\:\ \ \:\ \__\:\ / /:/\:\ / /::\ \:\ / /::\ \:\ _\_ \:\ \:\ \__\:\ / /::\ / /::\ \:\ /__/:/\:\_\:| /__/:/\:\ \:\ /__/\ \:\ \:\ / /::\ __/ /:/\/ /__/:/\:\ \:\ \ \:\ \:\/:/ \ \:\ \:\_\/ \ \:\ \:\_\/ / /:/\:\ /__/\/:/~~ \ \:\ \:\_\/ \ \:\_\::/ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:\_\:\ / /:/__\/ \ \::/ \ \:\ \:\ \ \:\/:/ \ \:\_\/ \ \:\/:/ /__/:/ \ \:\ \ \:\_\/ \__\::/ \ \:\ \ \::/ \__\/ \__\/ \ \:\ ~~ \__\/ \__\/ \__\/ ___ ___ ___ / /\ / /\ / /\ ___ / /:/_ / /:/ / /::\ /__/\ / /:/ /\ / /:/ / /:/\:\ \ \:\ / /:/ /:/_ / /::\ ___ / /::\ \:\ \__\:\ /__/:/ /:/ /\ /__/:/\:\ /\ /__/:/\:\_\:\ / /::\ \ \:\/:/ /:/ \__\/ \:\/:/ \__\/ \:\/:/ / /:/\:\ \ \::/ /:/ \__\::/ \__\::/ / /:/__\/ \ \:\/:/ / /:/ / /:/ /__/:/ \ \::/ /__/:/ /__/:/ \__\/ \__\/ \__\/ \__\/ ___ ___ ___ / /\ / /\ /__/\ / /:/ / /::\ \ \:\ / /:/ / /:/\:\ \__\:\ / /::\ ___ / /::\ \:\ / /::\ /__/:/\:\ /\ /__/:/\:\ \:\ / /:/\:\ \__\/ \:\/:/ \ \:\ \:\_\/ / /:/__\/ \__\::/ \ \:\ \:\ /__/:/ / /:/ \ \:\_\/ \__\/ /__/:/ \ \:\ \__\/ \__\/ ___ ___ ___ ___ / /\ / /\ / /\ / /\ / /:/ / /::\ / /:/ / /::\ / /:/ / /:/\:\ / /:/ / /:/\:\ / /:/ __ / /:/ \:\ / /::\____ / /::\ \:\ /__/:/ / /\ /__/:/ \ \:\ /__/:/\:::::\ /__/:/\:\ \:\ \ \:\ / /:/ \ \:\ \__\/ \__\/~|:|~~~~ \__\/ \:\_\/ \ \:\/ /:/ \ \:\ | |:| \ \:\ \ \:\/:/ \ \:\ | |:| \__\/ \ \::/ \ \:\ |__|:| \__\/ \__\/ \__\| 🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣🔊📢📣 #GoldBloodGrindset #WeAreSoNotPassingThisSweepsAuditYouGuys #LiterallyCrying #IThoughtWeLivedInASociety #YouveGotToBePissingMe #Damnara #DamnThatBitchStraightToRetirementHiveHell #ThatStupidFuckingConnivingCunt #FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou FuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyouFuckyou #YouFlatAssFuglyFuckcuntFrothingFangNookedFuckstupidFuckcuntSmellyBovineHornedBITCH #UGH #EW #STAY #THE #FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK #AWAY-FROM-ME #IF-ANYONE-NEEDS-A-SHRINK-YOU-DO #NOT-ME #FUCK #didntevenWANTtheneedles #please-stop #IF-YOU-KNOW-WHAT-IS-GOOD-FOR-YOU #someone-cute-save-me-pls ✨👑💛 🟡✨ CHARMS is BUSY DOING REAL WORK.
HUH?
꧁ishethat bigofaman? imean. iknowhe's... immense. in a way.꧂
Roewzi, dearest, darling, beloved friend. Will this interfere with my appointment with the Handmaid?
🙃😌 if you spent less time choking on the carpeting 😌🙃 👎🤞✌️ and more time keeping your word to me ✌️🤞👎 👌🫶 that might register ☝️🤏🤌 🫙 and shes thinking about putting ME in a jar 🫙 😖😵👎 what a sick joke 👎😖😵 🤏🫳🫴 the best and most you can do for me is stay the fffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck away from whatever dummy dumb stuff she tries to pull, i am NOT having my standing with you sold short over this👋🤙✌️
✌️🤌☝️ not one tiny bit 🤞🫰🤟
Not/// Not me, right/// I enjoy your company and all, but I don't think I can handle that level of workplace bond/ing/ And, for the record, it's not that I *haven't* kept my word to you, it's that I had someone to, ahem, treat, first/ My schedule's opened up after tolight/
😨😰😶🌫️ rainnnnnnnnnnncheck maybe on tolight??? 😶🌫️😨😰 👌✋ i enjoy OUR company and all, and believe me, im just as happy to be an enabler of you keeping your word, but if @handMaid keeps her word im going to be real short on temper, attention span, demands, really, just about everything possible, whole inventory, short supply, soooo 🤚👌 😖👎👎👎 who wants to see that? right??? tough sell! ❌🚫NO🚫❌ thank you! you deserve me at my handiest, biggest, and brightest!!! 👎👎👎😖 🤌🤏 such discerning taste deserves rewarding...at a later date!!! 🤟✌️
Right/ I said *AFTER* tolight/
SHE'S BUSY TOLIGHT. FUCK BACK OFF INTO YOUR SQUEAKBEAST HOLE.
࣪⊹₊˚{ UMMMM!!!! WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ASLEEP???? }*A*{ }*A*{ }*A*{ }*A*{ oh my god. PLEASEEEE BE ALIVE STILL }˚₊⊹ ࣪
I am fond of a particular creature.
exeggcute
Not quite, Phuntr.
you kinda would go hard if you had a discoball for a head. or yknow those ones that flash the rainbow lights. is the ball swappable?
Tsk, the only thing I can't typically change.
LOL! hey so you do have some game in there alright alright that's what's up.
I am a toy featured in a hit video game. I will always have a little bit of play about me, Saturn.
There is a peculiar yet persistent mistake people make when looking at the billiards table. They assume that because the pockets are the most obvious destinations, every ball must presently be traveling toward one.This is not so. A ball may rest against a cushion. It may obstruct another. It may remain somewhere inconvenient for so long that the entire game begins accounting for its presence. It may sit precisely where it is, untouched, while every subsequent shot is calculated around the possibility that disturbing it would create a worse position than simply leaving it alone. None of this means the rules have ceased to function. Quite the contrary, in all honesty. A sufficiently good player understands that forcing every available shot is the behavior of someone more interested in demonstrating their ownership of a cue rather than control over the table. Likewise, measurement is only useful only until one becomes enamored with the numbers enough to mistake their descriptors for causation. You may calculate your angle perfectly. The ball is under no obligation to make the resulting position convenient. There is also a rather charming tendency among spectators to decide that an unsunk ball must be tragic. Stranded, perhaps. Deprived of its rightful pocket. One ought to pity the poor thing for remaining upon the felt. This is sentimental nonsense. Being pocketed is not inherently preferable to remaining in play. Nor is remaining in play necessarily freedom. Sometimes the most consequential object on the table is simply the untouched. Of course, you may stare at the arrangement and draw whatever conclusions please you. That is what spectators are for.
It has been told to me that it is unfair that I speak to and about Alternia without offering you lot any insight into myself. I suppose it is time that I engage in such radical behavior. Although I come from no creed that could possibly be considered a species, despite the innumerable doppelgangers you may know in regard to me, I am still aware and capable of having the semblance of a culture. I will now inform you that I possess a peculiar system of categorizing bonds. It is not too dissimilar to the idea of Quadrants that I had imposed upon Alternia, and had subsequently affected the Carapacians. This method is known as my Pocket System. It is not romance. I am incapable of such warm emotions as love, or true fondness. Rather, it is your relationship adjacent to me in a functional sense. This is accommodation through classification. There are six pockets. There are fifteen numbered balls. Individuals may occupy the same pocket where appropriate, though solids and stripes are never permitted to coexist within one. The distinction is important. Solids denote those upon whom I exert the greater influence. Stripes denote those whose presence requires a degree of accommodation on my part. The number is the indicator of the severity of that imbalance. Higher numbers place the advantage more firmly with me. Lower numbers indicate a greater willingness, on my part, to permit the individual to dictate the terms of our interaction. The eight-ball, naturally, is an exception. And before some particularly pedantic human attempts to inform me that this does not correspond precisely with the numbering of a regulation billiards set, I assure you that I am aware. I am describing an interpersonal metaphysical framework. I am not beholden to the manufacturing specifications of your sporting goods industry. You have quadrants. Humans have constructed an exhausting assortment of labels for essentially the same purpose. I have billiards. Mine happens to be the most elegant. I should also clarify that occupying a pocket does not mean I am "dating" someone, "in love" with them, "crushing" on them, "pining" after them, or any of the other juvenile descriptions I have seen applied to the matter. I cannot feel romance. I cannot feel love. I do not possess some secret reservoir of tenderness which merely requires the correct person to pry open. There is no tragically neglected little organ beneath my waistcoat waiting to discover that, against all odds, I was capable of affection all along. How embarrassing that would be. What I possess is purpose. There are things which must occur. There are conditions which must be satisfied. There are individuals whose continued presence, cooperation, obedience, opposition, survival, suffering, development, or simple proximity contributes to those outcomes. Occasionally, one such individual becomes unusually compelling. I may wish to speak with them more often. I may prefer their company to that of others. I may arrange circumstances so that our paths continue to intersect. I may become irritated when someone interferes with them. I may devote a disproportionate amount of thought to predicting their behavior. I may indulge them in ways that would be strategically unnecessary for anyone else. I may even, under particularly unusual circumstances, alter my own conduct in anticipation of their preferences. None of this is romance. It simply means they have become deeply relevant to my objectives. The fact that an individual may remain deeply relevant after their immediate utility has expired is not evidence to the contrary. It merely suggests that my objectives are more complicated than you understand. The pockets exist because relevance comes in different forms, and because I prefer to know precisely what sort of bond I am dealing with before it has the opportunity to become inconvenient. A table is much easier to manage when every ball has a position, every position has a name, and every possible collision has already been considered. That is all this is. A means of determining where people belong in relation to me. A means of measuring how much influence may safely travel in either direction. A means of distinguishing a useful attachment from a dangerous one. A means of observing when someone has begun occupying rather more space on the table than circumstances reasonably require. You may call that romance if doing so amuses you. You will still be wrong. It is categorization. To dig into this further, I suppose I can elaborate somewhat upon the truest natures of the pockets and the balls. There are six pockets. The first Head Corner is my Instrument. They accomplish something for me. Employees, agents, collaborators, useful obstacles, sources of information, and any individual whose presence serves some identifiable component of my greater architecture may find themselves here. Importantly, developing a preference for an Instrument does not necessarily alter their classification. Enjoying the company of someone who performs useful work is perfectly explicable through utility. There is no need to make it embarrassing. My other Head Corner is my Charge. This is someone for whom I have assumed responsibility. Protection, cultivation, education, maintenance, rehabilitation, custody. A Charge does not necessarily work for me. Indeed, they may accomplish nothing useful whatsoever. The defining element is that I have already determined their continued welfare, development, survival, or proper management to be my concern. The first Foot Corner is Fascination. Somehow, I continue engaging this individual because I find them compelling. Their mind, behavior, contradictions, potential, unpredictable nerves. Perhaps it is none of these things. Perhaps there is simply some quality which continues to reward observation. This bond does not necessarily further my objectives in the strictest possible sense. Although continued observation may, of course, prevent the Fascination from interfering with them. Conveniently. The alternative Foot Corner is my Adversary. A rival. A foe. Competition. An ideological obstruction. Someone whose continued opposition has developed sufficient structure that simply eliminating them would resolve less than continuing the contest. It is perhaps the closest analogue to a kismesis you will find within my system, though naturally without that dreadful affection you insist upon attaching to the concept. The two Side Pockets are Obligation and Indulgence. The first is someone to whom I am bound. A promise, office, cosmic function, debt, contract, prophecy, hierarchy, or inevitability. It is the only pocket in which the continued existence of the bond inherently constrains me as well. I may dislike the arrangement. I may manipulate every available term within it. The fundamental obligation nevertheless remains. The latter is my most dreadfully embarrassing pocket. Indulgence. I have no sufficient strategy in mind for this individual. I simply seek their company for my own selfish purposes. I may make exceptions for them. Grant requests I am under no obligation to grant. Remember little preferences which have no appreciable bearing upon anything important. Arrange circumstances simply because I believe they will enjoy them. Permit interruptions. Encourage their return. I insist that this remains categorization. Now, the balls. The pocket tells me what the bond is. The ball tells me which direction the bond bends. A striped ball indicates that I accommodate the individual. A solid indicates that the individual accommodates me. The farther the number travels from eight, the more severe that arrangement becomes. The first seven are stripes. The 1-ball is Precedence. The individual's wishes take precedence over mine within the scope of our bond. I may interpret their instructions. I may decide how best to execute them. I may even manipulate the circumstances surrounding the decision. But when our intentions genuinely conflict, I yield. The 2-ball is Deference. I ordinarily abide by their decisions. My influence remains considerable, naturally, but I offer counsel rather than command. Their refusal possesses actual finality. The 3-ball is Accommodation. I reorganize myself around them to a meaningful degree. Schedules alter. Methods change. Plans acquire additional considerations. Their comfort, intentions, or preferences become substantial enough to modify my conduct even where modification is not strictly necessary. The 4-ball is Concession. The individual possesses legitimate leverage. Neither of us receives precisely what we want by default. I compromise. They compromise. Their objections can materially alter an outcome. The 5-ball is Consideration. Their opinion carries unusual weight. I remain perfectly capable of ignoring it, but I would prefer not to. Approval, satisfaction, cooperation, or comfort becomes a factor worthy of consideration rather than an incidental benefit. The 6-ball is Allowance. I retain the greater hand in most matters, but I permit liberties from this individual which would become irritating very quickly if attempted by someone else. They may inconvenience me. Contradict me. Distract me. Demand things. Within reason. The 7-ball is Favor. The lightest stripe. I remain unmistakably the controlling presence, but if there is no compelling reason to deny them, I tend to let them have what they want. I believe the human word for this is "being nice." I would prefer you refrain from using it. Then comes the 8-ball. The eight-ball is neither stripe nor solid. It is Impasse. There is no reliable direction of precedence. Authority shifts according to circumstance. Attempts to establish a permanent hierarchy repeatedly fail. I may control one aspect of the bond absolutely while discovering myself hopelessly beholden in another. The relationship cannot be made neat. This is precisely why the eight-ball is dangerous. A properly ordered table is built upon knowing who is striking and who is being moved. The remaining seven balls are solids. The 9-ball is Guidance. The weakest solid. I lead, but lightly. Advice, suggestion, expertise, favorable positioning. The 10-ball is Direction. I establish the general course. The individual may object, negotiate particulars, propose alternatives, or occasionally persuade me toward another method, but there is an understood expectation that I am the one determining where we are going. The 11-ball is Authority. My judgment ordinarily prevails. Resistance is permitted. Debate may even be entertaining. Ultimately, however, I expect my decision to be accepted once I have made it sufficiently clear. The 12-ball is Governance. I actively structure the individual's circumstances. I arrange resources, opportunities, information, environments, and limitations. Their life remains theirs, of course. I simply happen to exercise a substantial amount of influence over what that life is permitted to contain. The 13-ball is Custody. Their autonomy exists within boundaries I establish. They may possess tremendous freedom inside those boundaries, but I consider myself entitled to intervene when they exceed them. Their conduct, safety, usefulness, or development has become something I believe I possess standing to regulate. You may notice some overlap with the Charge pocket here. Do try to keep up. A pocket describes the nature of the bond. A ball describes its balance. A 13-ball Charge and a 13-ball Instrument are very different arrangements. The 14-ball is Command. Obedience is expected. Requests are very often instructions which I have been polite enough to phrase pleasantly. Initiative may be encouraged. Eccentricity may be tolerated. Disagreement may even be useful. But the underlying hierarchy should not require explanation. The 15-ball is Possession. The extreme solid. At this point, I do not merely expect obedience. I consider the definition of the individual's role to be substantially my prerogative. Their purpose, position, acceptable behavior, and relationship to my greater designs are matters over which I exercise overwhelming authority. There are less delicate words for this arrangement. I am choosing not to use them. You may now understand why merely knowing someone's pocket is insufficient. An Instrument may be a 15, a perfectly obedient tool whose purpose I have already decided. An Instrument may also be a 2, which produces the considerably more amusing circumstance of someone ostensibly working toward my objectives while I continually reorganize those objectives according to their judgment. A 14-ball Charge is someone I protect by controlling nearly every variable around them. A 4-ball Charge is someone I have declared myself responsible for and then, rather inconveniently, discovered can tell me how that responsibility will be exercised. A 13-ball Adversary fights me within a contest whose boundaries I control. A 3-ball Adversary has somehow arranged matters so that my opposition to them dictates my own behavior more often than theirs. A 10-ball Indulgence is someone I spoil while maintaining the comfortable fiction that I remain entirely in command of the arrangement. A 5-ball Indulgence is apparently what several of you insist upon calling a "crush." It is not. And a 1-ball Indulgence would describe an individual for whom I repeatedly, voluntarily, and substantially alter my behavior for no sufficient reason beyond the fact that they desired it. Such a classification would be absurd. I am certain no such individual exists. There. I have now exposed more of myself to you than was strictly necessary. And I would appreciate it if you stopped asking whom I am courting. Simply because I do not court. This is not any semblance of romance. It is a one-sided categorization of our impermanent relationships.
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Your defensiveness is the spitting image of security, Monsieur Scratch. At your request, my lips are pressed in the thinnest of lines. :::;|
I am not defensive, Ms. Serket. I am simply performing the tedious labor of correcting an observer who has mistaken a closed door for panic merely because she heard the lock turn. Security does not require silence. Sometimes it merely requires deciding precisely how much of the room you are permitted to see. Though I admit, your restraint is admirable. Almost convincing.
Thank you, Tavros. I will endeavor to enjoy my balls responsibly.
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No. The point of acknowledging a category is not to provide Chittr with a scavenger hunt. If someone occupies Fascination, they do so because they have managed to remain interesting after utility, novelty, and irritation should have exhausted themselves. That is already more information than I ought to have volunteered. You may speculate privately, Yetzer. I imagine you will anyway.
What is your fascination with my existence? Indulge me.
Hm, you opt to interact with me, my servants, and attempt to do so in an insulting manner that attempts to put a social levity in the difference between us. I would say that makes you think something of myself. I would never claim to be an important piece of any machination. The only thing that is important is the completion of the task at hand, with or without me.