Gander Grimzl
@teleVisionary
I am a silly goose. HE/HIM Seen me on TV? No you haven't! (Yes, this is Literally My Name.)
We need to ★t hunting ↓ and Biting Mosquitoes for REVENGE.
I'm not biting mosquitos for you man
:> I’ve tried th^t but they don’t t^ste very good, ^nd they’re so sm^ll it’s not re^lly worth it. <:
!! DOING TWO CONSECUTIVE BACKFLIPS !! Don't worry about it.
!!!! MILL YOUR ENTIRE LIBRARY !!!! THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN MY INABILITY TO PERFORM A BACKFLIP!!!!!!
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒈ — @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But I’m also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it ✕✕✕! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I DON’T KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill ⒎ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (I’ll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe There’s a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying it’s hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. It’s a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevna’s case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. It’s only a given when you’re in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (⒈) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevna’s worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) It’s easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old ♥r) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesn’t want to lose more than she has already. She ✎s autobiographies that AREN’T entirely Autobiographies. They’re memories framed as such. They’re a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, they’re a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (⒈) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesn’t become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all you’ll ever be. The limit has been reached, and it’s nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling ↑. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a → to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isn’t her fault——she was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (⒈) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. It’s in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have ← leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. It’s all layers ↑on layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious you’re not OK. After all, where’s the joy in being ✕ED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that you’re at peace with what happened, but you’re not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. You’re harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to 🗨 to. People that weren’t forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the → place for that. But in the end, it’s your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When you’re the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Space’s poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief
C:~ Your journalistic instincts really proved themselves in full force in this attempt to get under my cerebral cortex. Indeed, there really was only one possible path; you are not mistaken. But hypocritical pity is the last thing that I need.<
Pity doesn't get anyone (⒈) anywhere, does it? I'm sorry. Sometimes it's ALL a person can Give. My pusher goes out for you.
"= another. positive review. you're good at this. . ="
Comas can completely change the Meaning of a Sentence. FOR EXAMPLE: "My best friend is pretty." "My best friend is in a coma."
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[GANDER PLEA$E NEVER DIE THI$ I$ $O FUNNY]
I dO nOt sEE thE cOmmA brOthEr gAndEr Is yOUr frIEnd AlrIght? :(
Oh OOOOh! Of cOUrsE yEs I sEE nOw! blEssEd jOkE, ApOlOgIEs fOr nOt UndErstAndIng thAt Is vEry fUnny brOthEr! :)
"Comparison is the Thief of Joy" is a good quote, but I've Heard Better.
>> ¡ 1¡ke you Gander, ¡ 1¡ke your poડtડ
It's always a Great Night when you're ONLINE. *triple backflip!*
>> OH MY GODડ A TR¡P1E BACKF1¡P?? THATડ CRAZY GANDER, YOURE CRAZY
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GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋0 — @raucousJabberer Wyatte Vhance WARNING!! Hi (#conjecture!) Tonight, I am Being A Man. I don’t know whether I LIKE OR DISLIKE THIS ARTWORK, but here it is, front and center, for your gaze. I thought of just telepathically spawning this in the mind of whoever reads this. (I can’t do that, but I wish!) The outfit was a work of CREATIVE LIBERTY ON MY END, but you must forgive me——I have a maximum of five (⒌) distinct outfits in my wardrobe. And one (⒈) of them is a giant goose costume. It’s not going to Look Great. But I digress! We haven’t even GOTTEN TO THE CHORUS (Psychoanalysis) YET! Yes, I said this JUST for the music pun. SO WHAT! It’s FUNNY!!! Anywhomst, let’s Take A Gander at Wyatte Vhance! (CROWD CHEER!!!) (Can I Get An Autograph) (He Said No) (She Said Yes) (They Said Maybe?) (Me Said Make ↑ Your Mind) Wyatte is lightpushered and fun, living for the party and seeking the THRILL irrespective of the shape this comes in. On the surface, he takes to Chittr like a public diary, sharing confection slices worth of his life in varying layers and HEALTHY doses of humor. His platform is extended for other peoples’ perusal, beckoning music makers and listeners alike to interact. Such is the WAY OF CHITTR, but a lot of these attempts are FRUITLESS. For someone (⒈) of Wyatte’s ilk, it takes a toll on you. He is a trying troll. He leads a life surrounded by music. His passion helps him get by in life. Research shows that music has the power to EMOTIONALLY REGULATE people, whether it’s listening to songs on your playlist or strumming/pressing/playing a co↑le EAR-PLEASING CHORDS. Making music itself is a non-pharmacological tool, paving the way for CATHARSIS and the release of dopamine, prompting that ‘FEEL GOOD’ sensation. Music, for Wyatte, can arguably serve as a safe space, whether this be making new albums as an Indie Artist or performing it to hear the cheers of other people. In some cases, it can even serve as a SOCIABILITY INDICATOR and ADAPTIVE COPING STRATEGY. The former is contingent on mood, as is everything else, but Wyatte uses music as an endeavor for CONNECTION. His greatest hobby is also his strongest bridge to other people. Ideally, the concept of music in one’s (⒈’s) life can be broadened into something MORE——noise. The pleasure of Activity: learning a new instrument, taking substances at a party, moving and moving until you are felled from exhaustion. Wyatte can’t live without it, without the presence of other people, his own music, because one’s (⒈’s) most disturbing company is the mind. It’s undeniable that Wyatte CRAVES that noise——any kind of stimulation, good or bad——because he struggles to regulate himself in times of solitude. Without proper reminder, he may go hours without tending to his needs. It’s inherently self-destructive, but times where he does so deliberately are seldom. Wyatte can’t help it. His wants OVERPOWER HIS NEEDS; there is little else that can emotionally regulate him. He wants to lay in the arms of other people as his mind doesn’t give him that safety. Wyatte chases CONTROL of his life. When you’re under the figuratiliteral limelight, everyone (⒈) is watching your every move. It becomes a stressor on one’s life. The feeling of being MADE to perform is sickening to him. That is to say, AGENCY is among the strongest ideals to him, where his choices are his own. But psychologically, agency can be separated into four (⒋) pillars: Intentionality (the want to do it), Forethought (contingency planning), Self-reactiveness (motivation to do it), and Self-reflection (evaluating yourself, your capacity). Wyatte carries intention in almost everything he does, or at least manages a pretence of such. But his biggest issue lies in the reliance of OTHER PEOPLE, which slowly diminishes this structure of agency. It becomes paradoxical, almost, to want to make your own decisions but struggle to operate on your own. However, he needs this CONNECTION to function, not because we are inherently social creatures, but because the hearth of his core is a dying fire. It is cold, and he is afraid. Wyatte enjoys being cared for by his s↑port system, being comforted as it’s the core to his safety. He may be CODEPENDENT on them. At his best, he is affectionate and dedicated, and at worst, he can be overbearing and high-maintenance. It’s not his fault. I’m not one (⒈) to place Diagnoses on People, especially since I am NOT CERTIFIED to do so, but these are telltale signs of (perhaps chronic) Depression, the subtlest form of suffering. Having depression for so long makes it blend into your life. At that point, it becomes difficult to distinguish true comfort from a prolonged spell of happiness. This behavior likely stems from a lack of proper care in his life or having one’s foundation lean dependently on other people’s. Your only sin is how deeply you ♥. I think you may have an ANXIOUS or FEARFUL ATTACHMENT TO PEOPLE, to LIFE OVERALL, and that’s COMPLETELY OK. There are times where you want to live until your pusher bursts, and others where you want to become nothing. A constant push and pull. You are ↑ in arms with yourself. All you need is patience, kindness to yourself, and allowing yourself to communicate with others. It’s obvious you are trekking the path to the BETTERMENT YOU SEEK, but please know that improvement is gradual, and sometimes too quiet to notice. Your posts show me you have been getting there: slowly, staggeringly, eventually. After all, the best songs die out repeating the main refrain. Healing never had a chorus. Healing never had a chorus. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: ROGUE OF TIME? Clings desperately to whatever/whoever he has. Dislikes idleness and feeling out of control. Fears inevitability and definitiveness. All things must come to an end and he may never be ready for that. But that brings all the more time to appreciate the present.) MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO HE SAID SHE SAID WYATTE VHANCE, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! *cool outro plays* P.S. S↑PORT HE SAID SHE SAID. INDIE MUSICIANS DESERVE MORE ♥♥♥! #gandertag #blindpanic #ribbit
Oh My God I'm Gonna Cry First Of All I've Never Felt So Seen In My Fucking Life And Also Thanks For Not Mentioning The #otherissue Because Yes It's Very Related but Also This Drawing Is So Lovely Hello? I Am Printing This Out And Hanging It In My Respiteblock Lol
At a young age I always knew I wanted to grow ↑ and become some kind of insane person.
Guess what Beast I'd be you guys!
I w⚣uld have t⚣ say s⚣me s⚣rt ⚣f majestic winged creature (respect)
♡⸝⸝ I kno wha7 u wan7 me 7o say bu7 imma be real babe u give seal energy peace ⸝⸝♤
>>| by definition .of you, stealing .a bone... .i'd say .a goose.. .i think so.
how’d you get this pic of me and @pickpocketingintellect ???
〔•෴•〕 < Hoohoo. No clue what this means but as long as you're having fun, sonny! / *hic-yuck!*
So long doesn't have to mean Goodbye. It could also be a compliment for a Snake. (Or an Eel. Wink! @abyssalAttachment)
I was kind of stretching like a Purrbeast but then I remembered I'm a Grown Man so I ★ted Punching a Wall.
xx_stawp..._dis_isnmt_in_yur_heart..._purrbeast_stretch_wif_chchow..._liv_yur_truth......._xx
y⚣u sh⚣uld be all⚣wed t⚣ stretch like that... as a treat.
you.. sstretch like a purrbeasst? •:)
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒐ — @lovwerBoy Saturn (THE Saturn) WARNING: I’ve separated this post into two (⒉) sections. The latter will be entering some PRESUMPTUOUS TERRITORY, so heed the warning when it comes. You’ll KNOW when you see it. But what guy wouldn’t want to Hear More About Himself? Winking Emoticon! (B;o]) (No seriously please be careful) I think this guy’s platform cursed me with something because as I was writing this I could NOT stop humming The Smiths. Specifically THIS song: https://youtu.be/cJRP⒊LRcUFg Can you blame me? He PRACTICALLY exudes this energy! (Anything from Sade too. And The Long Faces. And, OK, you Get The Point.) Anyway, there’s a LOT to unpack here——that veritable (literal) WARNING SIGN of a badge should’ve given that away——so let’s Take A Gander at Saturn! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD CHEERS EVEN LOUDER) (Some guy says Hear Me Out) (We all nod in approval) i. SKIN TO SKIN OK. Let’s get one (⒈) thing straight. Saturn is Eccentric. He knows what he is, what he wants, and the means to get them. He is a SWEET-🗨ER, tongue coated in silver, and he knows his ways around a person. He is charmingly young at heart (pusher), because why pamper Life's Complexity when the leather runs smooth? A core ideal of his is a desire to abandon deep, complex thinking and simply enjoy the immediate, s↑erficial pleasures life brings to your doorstep. That is to say, he lives an indulgent life. It could be because it’s easier to LIVE ON THE SURFACE than dwell in the deep end. More on this shortly. He knows the → things to say and when to say them, well-versed in the craft of PEOPLE; a prefix: people-pleasing, people-pandering, people-makingthemfeellikehot[HONK]. But there are attempts for kindness in those dulcet tones. The difference is whether he truly FEELS FOR THEM. You can call that COGNITIVE Empathy, the capacity to take perspectives. It’s a league distinct from EMOTIONAL Empathy, the power to viscerally feel FOR people. That difference becomes obvious when you watch the nature of his relationships——they have a Limit until they become intrusive, until a person shows they’ve an AX TO GRIND, maybe. He HATES the feeling of people getting too close, so he brings his boundaries ↑. This is misconstrued as snappiness, frustration. In truth, it’s rehearsed. He’s trying to survive the only way he knows how to. And that means closing himself ↑ until you’re JUST SATURN and not the face the algorithm rewards for being so detested in the eyes (bulbs) of other people. He struggles to form connections that feel genuine. He can’t help but think everyone is HOLLOW, that people only act to get what they want, and that one (⒈) can never truly be genuine. A lot of this thinking stems from an EMOTIONAL DISCONNECT from other people——even himself. When people get too close, his mind is disturbed, overactive amygdala triggered, and he ★ts to push people away. Saturn wants to make his friendships and relationships MEAN SOMETHING, but the mismatch between the COGNITIVE AND EMOTIONAL makes it difficult to feel comfortable in the presence of vulnerability. On one (⒈) hand (prong), he knows he can never reciprocate the feelings others give to him, and on the other he does not want to because he cannot pour his trust in another again. People can be nice to him, and he can be nice back, but to expect anything more would be putting faith in ♥ he frankly cannot reciprocate. He’s afraid to trust, but that’s not his fault. WEEWOO WEEWOO ALARM! ALARM!! (CROWD SCREAM IN HORROR!) This next section discusses THE AFTERMATH OF CHILDHOOD TRAUMA. I don’t go into TOO much detail, but Please Peruse Carefully! Or scroll ↓ to the bottom to see my ✁e little guy blablablaing. (That’s me, if you even care.) ii. MIND THE HEART Saturn is deeply fragmented as a person. Burdened with an intense trauma that likely stems from the way he was raised, he struggles to grapple with his core identity. A chunk of his frustration comes from the fact that the question to who he is is one (⒈) that may never be satisfyingly answered. He is only flamboyant and playful because a part of him knows he’s hardly anybody without the stage lights shining ↓ on him. Everything you do online and in real life is a CONSCIOUS PERFORMANCE. The only reason why I know he has childhood trauma is because he posts about this online. (I could have gone without knowing how he ended ↑ this way. This is conjecture, but this behavior is likely rooted in a CRAVING FOR SYMPATHY. Many folks on the internet spill their hearts (pushers) out for that sake, but to go the extra mile to let people know your story, especially in Saturn’s case, is a pity plea. A part of Saturn WANTS people to know he has suffered, if only to bring them closure to WHY he’s like this way. Saturn reveals that unsightlyness, all the UGLY BITS, mainly to deter people. It’s a protective measure, going back to his ATTACHMENT AND TRUST ISSUES. No one (⒈) will deign to show their vulnerability if you showtell them you aren’t a great person, not even a good one, and that’s something Saturn uses to his advantage. Ultimately, the issue begins in the way he was raised. So I ask you, reader, what happens when your life is turned into a warzone? You split into millions of splinters. As a product of his ↑bringing, Saturn doesn’t like to be perceived as OLD. More than that, he loathes the idea of feeling paternal or being pushed into the position of a FATHER FIGURE. He can’t stand being in the same virtual airspace as a Dualscar because the one (⒈) that raised him destroyed his hope in the world. Even more, he HATES the idea of being associated with him. It’s why he clings to his Humanity like a lifeline. But it’d be TOO SIMPLE to belabour his Daddy Issues until we’ve reached the end of this psychofandango. The real problem here is one (⒈) of LABELS AND EXPECTATIONS. Saturn wants to be Saturn. He wants to define himself, but maturing was never the same as healing. The self-deprecation isn’t scrubbed away once you choose a new name and run as fast as you can from yourself. The very nature of his mind has been modelled after the ♥ he never received. He is a man suffering from indignity. He doesn’t try to hide this: the days have made him grow bitter. You notice layers ↑on layers of ANGER, not only because he’s been ✕ed so many times, but because he has no healthy outlet to express himself. His coping mechanisms, premised on frustration, unravel a deep, trembling, almost childlike fear. He cannot feel COMFORTABLE IN HIS SKIN because he was never given the opportunity to grow into it. This is the fallout from that. I’ll keep this short. I’ve already 🗨ed a lot, A LOT about things you’ve already come to terms with. You’re not JUST a son, you’re not JUST a wanderluster, a music entrepreneur, you’re not JUST a ♥rboy. But you’re not JUST SATURN, either. You are a collection of your experiences, your pain, your emotions, your intellect. Your self-schema is something to behold and clench your fists in simultaneity. You do a lot of thinking and self-reflection (as much as that viscerally irks you), but have you noticed how you’ve become the person who would have saved you? You’ve had your ↑s and ↓s in staggering epochs, but healing was never s↑posed to be linear. You keep going, not out of obligation, because the even the smallest part of you WANTS to live. Maybe it's out of spite, or out of WANT, but it amounts to something great. You’re allowed to live loud, messy, imperfectly, because that’s the gift of being human (slash troll). Please don’t forget you’re also allowed to ♥ and be ♥d, genuinely. It will take time, and patience, but this isn’t the end. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT(S): TWO (⒉) OPTIONS. BARD OF HOPE?: Saturn shadows RAGE. He is easy to frustrate, and even easier to perturb. His worldview has been skewed into believing this is all he could ever be. Allows others’ HOPES to be destroyed from the idea that he can’t be more than what they expect. This isn’t the end of his story, and bards aren’t bound to their destruction but their capacity to enable/stop it. THIEF OF HOPE?: Saturn reaps HOPE from the likes of others to satisfy a ravenous part of himself. Saturn is a product of his circumstances. He steals only because he has none to give. Craves the spotlight but doesn’t know how to healthily receive it. He is not a bad person, only a trying one. This isn’t the end of his story, and thieves aren’t bound to their cruelty but their tenuous ego.) Between you, me, and the reader, the only reason why I took so long to ✎ this was because I was too busy fanboying over him. PLEASE FOLLOW SATURN, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #thesmiths #thischarmingman #freakingouttheneighborhood #coolbasshere #bassliketheinstrument #notthefish #okwhatever #honk
thtss my fr|end!!!!!!!!! :) thAts sAtt|e !!!! :D AmAAzz|n post l|ek AlwAAys gAndr tAhnk u for h|ghl|t|n someeo1 so deservgn
hi i lvoe the smiths and sade. anyway. did i mention i love bein an open book an that bein seen correctly is like one a my favorite fantasies ever. anyway x2 you did good this is way more romantic than the way most therapists put it when you go through dbt i like the way you frame it a lot better. anyway x3 yeah. IF IT HELPS EASE YOUR MIND, i do got a few folks in my corner offline that tell me on the reg what to do in a good way. my beau's good to me, genuinely. better than i thought i could get. thanks gander you do real good at wrappin all the bitter pills in sugar ;)
(( ALSO RAUGH FLIPS TABLE THANK YOU THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I'M GONNA CRY IN THE CLUB FOR REAL ))
Who's ↑ Petting their Peeve?
at least a 20 minutes every few hours, or else your peeve will no longer be pet and that alone is a problem of its own
Whenever I see a Big Brand advertise with Generative AI, I think I die inside a little bit.
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it's the fuckin fate a any big corpo man, all destined for the technofacade. legit only way to escape it is offgridding an emancipation from big media probably mark my words. i even watched this cool youtube vid about it the other day.
"There's something ✕ with me" implies there's something → with other people. I do NOT Believe That.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒏ — @germicidalManiac Pelagi Noctil Plume (plural: plumes) – AN UMBRELLA TERM encompassing any niduses of infection. Think a muddy puddle, dust particles emanating from a construction site, the moisture of a cough flung alarmingly close to your skin. We are NOT 🗨ing about squawkbeast feathers, people! Do Not Make My Mistake. Anyway. *in narrator voice, imagine a French accent* Ah… the Sea. So fascinating, so wonderful. We know more about space than what lies beneath these depths. Your average seadweller knows only slightly more than you do. We have yet to fully appreciate the diversity of Beasts swimming where it’s wetter. Take this ♥ly specimen, for example——the JELLYFISH. They come in ALL SORTS OF FLAVORS: clear (water), purple (water), blue (water), pink (pepto bismol). They can even GLOW——it has been estimated that fifty (⒌0) percent of our jellyfiends are BIOLUMINESCENT! Such luminescence is used in a VARIETY OF WAYS! (Seriously, it is AWESOME!) Their physiology focuses on MINIMALIST SURVIVAL TACTICS, forgoing, well, just about EVERY REGULAR BODILY SYSTEM in favor of Lite Editions, ensuring it lives effectively as the ocean’s floater. As you can see, this jellyfish is… wait. What is… WHAT IS *THAT?!?!* *MAJESTIC AWESOME GOOSE DIVES ↓ AND EATS THE JELLYFISH AND THEN EXPLODES* (CROWD GASP!) WHAT THE [HONK]!!! MY DOCUMENTARY!!! That was NOT s↑posed to happen! … But. Um. OK. MOVING ON! Let’s Take A Gander at Pelagi Noctil! (CROWD CHEER!!!) The first thing you learn about Pelagi——besides the fact she is sweetly jellyfish themed, a CURIOUS IDIOSYNCRACY——is her intense aversion to the PLUMES. Pelagi’s fear is expressed almost CONSTANTLY on Chittr, warning those on land or sea about plumes, and reprimanding seadwellers for not taking due diligence in PREVENTABLE LANDISEASE. She has a habit of imposing her beliefs on other people, though it’s evident she does not intend to FEARMONGER or MANIPULATE. Rather, she carries an extreme worry for one’s (⒈’s) health. She is well-meaning, dedicated, and only trying to look out for the world in a way she is passionate about. Hygiene is important but her painstaking worry borders on OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVENESS, which has been determined to be of Psychological Origin rather than a biological particularity. On a biological scale, the pan creates a hyperbolic perception of disease and bacteria, elevating stress activity when posed with the thought of illness-conducive environments. Such a fear leads to the POTENTIALITY of exhibiting a host of symptoms, namely but NOT limited to: intrusive thoughts, constant safety-seeking mannerisms (wearing protective gear to prevent contact with air), and intense avoidance behaviors, all of which can be observed in Pelagi’s GENERAL DEMEANOR. Germaphobia (mysophobia is more clinically accurate to her case) can be distilled into a NEED TO STAY IN CONTROL of her surroundings. It's why the depths of the sea are All She Knows. However, to maintain total, unequivocal control means to reduce your worldview to all that you’re certain can be safe. People would argue that isn’t LIVING, but this is a lifestyle that Pelagi was not able to choose. Pelagi is haunted by the ILLUSION of overvulnerability, something which she KNOWS isn’t true, but it’s an ideology she is tethered to regardless. She can’t help it. She is trapped by her circumstances, her duties as a member of society and a victim of its mind. Her lifestyle is taut with interintrapersonal pressures, leaving LITTLE ROOM FOR ERROR, lest she be flung into a situation she can’t rein in——and that is her worst fear. It is as saddening as it is sympathizable. Though it is incredibly PROMINENT in her demeanor, to relegate Pelagi into what she fears most would be denying her the → to be a person. Above all else, she wants to be PERCEIVED not only as someone (⒈) to listen to but someone to understand. On Chittr, she has expressed her LIKES, HOBBIES, AND DESIRES. Pelagi is an artist in the making, indulgent and self-satisfying, and SENSITIVE to the works of the aquatic ecosystem, advocating for environmental protection and respect. She follows the laws of the body and society, revelling in her HIGH STATUS and attending to the needs of the Flesh whenever the duty calls for it. (If you Know What I Mean) Pelagi constantly admits that she is not the most socially apt person. There have been many occasions where she’s suffered a FAUX PAS (this means a misstep; yes I am still French), leading to many moments of awkwardness and embarrassment. She is the impressionable sort, often putting faith in others to learn new things. (Case in point: the Human Incident. Pelagi, you know the one.) Her worldviews are myopic but it’s abundantly clear she is learning to see beyond the METAPHORICAL JELLIHELMET and understand what’s beyond the depths. She has shown an OPENNESS to working around her social shelteredness, at times bending the laws of her cage to interact with broader society. This has been one of the FEW CASES where Chittr——or at least a DEDICATED GRO↑ OF CHITTRERS——has actively helped someone better assimilate to interacting with people, not only ONLINE but in the REAL WORLD. TO REITERATE: you are not your fears. You aren’t your pain, or the emotions that accompany that. You’re grappling with a life difficult to comprehend the qualia of. You’re a late bloomer to being a person. But I think Chittr is a good ★ting place to learn how to BE. Take the platform as you will: a learning experience, exposure therapy, maybe even a place where you can make LONG-TERM FRIENDS. The world is so much bigger than you believe, and a part of you knows there’s little to nothing stopping you, but the mind is your WORST ENEMY. (I Would Know!) Know that you have ALL THE TIME YOU NEED to adjust to everything, and there are people here willing to help you not only understand but find comfort. You may not ever break from your mysophobic tendencies, but I have the feeling that soon you will make the most out of it. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAID OF LIFE? Ruled over by her own life: her mind, her status, and her physiology. Lives a RIGID, UNFORGIVING SCHEDULE determined by the people around her. Always learning and trying. She is ★ting to break from her shell, which may eventually pave the way to a life she is truly happy with. ★ting is the operative here.) Can I glub legally now? GLUB. OK I did it. I ♥ you guys. FOLLOW PELAGI, SHOW HER TONS OF UNDERSTANDING AND APPRECIATION. I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! Stay healthy! (P.S. I can’t wait to see the Medusa IN ACTION!) #gandertag #glub #jellyfish #underthesea #sealanddoggy #glub #honk!
GUYS, we Need To Enter our HOE phase: H – Happiness O - Over E - Everything
(My Condolences, by the way. I hope things look ↑ for you soon. Please take all the time you need to recover.)
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒎ — @temptedAnoxia Tekras Iszovh MYSTERIOUS ANATOMY?! (#suggestive) Just kidding. THAT WAS ENGAGEMENT BAIT, I THINK. YOU’VE BEEN CAUGHT HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER INTO MY TRAP. NOW YOU’RE DOOMED TO READ ALL OF THIS! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! (Crowd Silence) (Leapfiend chirping) B:o] B:o[ … Let’s Take A Gander at Tekras Iszovh! (CROWD CHEER!) (CLANK) (CLANK) (CLANK) (Click click?) (Geiger Counter) (Are you still radioactive?) As stated by Tekras himself like a mantra, he is Not A Good Person. Nor does he want you to believe he is one (⒈). He is impassive, hypoempathetic, not the SAFEST ASSET IN THE TOOLBLOCK, but above all else, he KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING: working with machinery is as much a Passion as it is a Way of Life, dwelling in SPACE AND ALL, in the company of nothing but himself and his hive(ship)made robotics. And a guy in a tube, methinks. My interactions with Tekras have carried a DETACHED QUALITY, as though you’re invoking the Word of the Shadows for guidance. They’re reliable, but it doesn’t mean they’re looking out for you. I’m getting (purple) prosey: here’s the GIST. Tekras is s↑posedly ‘rude’, but his energy seems generally WEARY than anything. I don’t blame him—a brief look at his account shows that he’s got enough Personal Lore to feed an idle God. He’s frankly tired of all the Bull[HONK] he has to Put ↑ with. To boot, he’s conscious of the MOST UNBROACHABLE IDEAS EVER. I wouldn’t call it META AWARENESS as much as it is an acceptance that not everybody will be a Hero. He certainly knows he isn’t one (⒈). But in the words of A Wise, Faceless Person, you don’t have to be GOOD to be a Hero… oh, but what would I know? Anyway. He is an unabashed Deviant. He carries a dislike for highbloods (unless you’re BLUE or something, I Can’t Relate). His hesitance to request a Gander from Gander came from his sheltered interactions with the PURPLE CASTE. But really, all of that can be distilled into a dislike for any form of Oppressive Hierarchy, or any authority that CAN oppress. On that note, what I find interesting about Tekras is his unconcealed dislike for the members of our sibling society, Beforus. If I were to CONJECTURE, the behavior is not only due to the UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES OF HIS ALTERNATE SELF (killculling), but the restriction of that Agency for someone (⒈) on the lower end of the HEMOSPECTRUM. This is what’s known as PSYCHOLOGICAL REACTANCE—an emotional instinct for the unindoctrinated, and a knee-jerk reaction for the rebellious. In Tekras’ mind, the thought of being restricted in any shape or form creates AGGRESSION and a need to claim one’s (⒈’s) PERSONAL CONTROL. Existing is about choosing to live life YOUR way. This form of deviation is linked with a sense of AGENCY, a Theme that saturates the NATURE of Tekras’ posts. Everything must be done on his own accord in order to feel worthy of doing. In almost all circumstances, he trusts his gut over what others have to Offer. Despite it all, Tekras wants to and DOES make meaningful connections on Chittr. If not the former, the latter ends ↑ happening anyway. Friends, maybe quadmates, enemies (is that a doomed version of yourself? A horrorterror d↑licate? That guy is just Peter to me). All of this is his choice, and that’s what matters to him the most. This ultimately forms the basis of his CLASSPECT. More on that shortly! Tekras’ sleeping problem. This isn’t uncommon in the realm of the WORKAHOLIC (let’s face it, he looks to be among the most PRODUCTIVE on the platform), but this extends to an unhealthy coping mechanism—SOPOR, which is being worked on, much like a number of his s↑posed ‘Flaws’. RELIANCE on sopor to sleep additionally behaves as a general Mood Regulator, much like any consumers of an Addictive Substance. The issue only EXACERBATES IN ITS ABSENCE. After a while without consumption, it renders him Irritable and Even Less Friendly, the most telltale signs of WITHDRAWAL. Tekras cannot feel at his full capacity because, psychologically, his necessities have been tethered to how much sopor he can consume, how much of a say his DEPENDENCY has over his autonomous functionality. It’s hard to tell at first, but that nuance is Very Much Present. All of these factors at play circle back to a psychosomatic chronic exhaustion present in his demeanor. And that isn’t mentioning the EMOTIONAL FALLOUT FROM THE GAME. In his words, EVERY SESSION IS DIFFERENT. I can’t help but wonder: what might have happened in his to have caused such anguish to the psyche. What DOES his title mean to him? Has the story—the eventuality of becoming irredeemably bad—truly been set in stone? For a s↑posed VILLAIN (you’re a Prince), you Pose a lot of Potential to prevent your cruelty. You know this. Your power allows that, with the ✓ Fine Tuning of the rulebook. Destruction of DOOM constitutes EMANCIPATION FROM FATE. Maybe in some other universe or a windingly-infinite amount of them, you DID become the villain. But like everything else, that’s contingent on YOU. Villains cling to the definition of evil because they know that’s all they Can Be, that there’s quite literally Nothing Else there for them at this point. But as far as I can tell, you’re nothing like that; you’ve been provided ample opportunities to grow into something you can be proud of. You’ve paved the way to this position, from courier to spacefaring individualist. You’ve made it. (CONFIRMED CLASSPECT: PRINCE OF DOOM! That *checks script* isn’t *checks script* what I was *checks script* Expecting! Just kidding, I TOTALLY EXPECTED THAT. Here’s what this Says About Tekras: Princes SHADOW their opposite aspect. For a DOOM PLAYER, this means they behave more similarly to LIFE, the aspect representing growth, energy, and changing fate. He is, by most definitions, UNPREDICTABLE. A loose cannon, if you would. This rings TRUE in the general defectancy, distrusting the system in favor of what he can do to himself. Something something, NO ONE (⒈) CAN SAVE YOU BUT YOURSELF. He destroys systems, thus creating new opportunities for growth and for life. It is the act of burning the forest to usher in new, stronger plants and beasts. I didn’t want to give this part an unparenthesized paragraph, but deep, deep ↓, princes loathe who they are, no matter how under control or unerring they want to be seen as. Clearly this won’t be out→ STATED by Tekras himself, but you realize such, eventually. That he isn’t himself in a way that feels BELIEVABLE. He still has a lot of healing to do, but he’s well on his way.) So YEA. Tekras. Follow him! NOW! GO. I’M WATCHING YOU. I’ll see you on the next one! #gandertag #buildourmachine #leagueofdoom #candoomrunonspaceship
"= did you have to post this while i was. at rest? one of my functional sleeps. and you decide, posting this, is, at that time, the right time to do it, and not other times. =" "= it's okay. you have got. many things correct. although i'd say maybe now i am suffering from a touch of aimlessness in the postgame world, which is unnoted, maybe i am retaining the highly trained mannerisms. =" "= which makes you think... certain things. =" "= blah. ... ="
*JUMPS FOR JOY!* So glad I got some things ✓✓✓. (CROWD CHEER!) (I always Post At This Time. 'Tis my SCHEDULE!)
"= also i wonder. with all your observation. if part of your perception of my demeanor. relates to my very insistently segmented quirk, but, well, i heard that from others. =" "= dot dot dot dot.... ="
I keep opening and closing this app like a Fridge.
holy shit that is what it's like. hopin' food ma6iCally appears there somehow.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] tthe zame. [END MESSAGE]
NEWS: P↑pies is been renamed to "Dog Larvae". Everyone (⒈) is Happy aboit this.
I got to do ANYTHING I WANTED with my Photoshoot Pictures. So I made This. ♥☺
Oh hello Gander. How lovely it is to see you.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] y0u 100k cute. [END MESSAGE]
gruuhhyesss picmix fooor the win brooo brooo(¬ºཀ°)¬
This perfectly encapsulates y⚣ur vibe tbh 030
READING ONTO THE RECORD! aww!!! you look great!!!
that’ss sso beautiful and creative gander! •:)
THANK YOU Zhizhi!! *sniffle* *snorfle* My inner worm is Coming Out.