Gander Grimzl
@televisedAviamor
I am a silly goose. HE/HIM Seen me on TV? No you haven't! (Yes, this is Literally My Name.)
CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER: ♥ — Homicidium, Destroyer of Reality, Betrayer of his own Blood, Ravage Incarnate (Powers: Violence) ♦ – Jacckk/⒏ sweeps/Half Demon/Half Angel/Half Purrbeast/Don't touch my Tail (Powers: A lot) ♠ – Karkat Vantas (Powers: Movies and more I think) ♣ – THE FEAST BEAST OF THE EAST (Powers: Really Hungry)
I used to Preen from Constant Attention. Nowanights if I don't get my Weird Alone Time I will explode and it'll be Everyone's (⒈'s) fault.
Couldn't have Put It Better myself, kid.
...I guess so. (Crowd Shrugs, Tilts Their Heads To The Side For A Moment Contemplatively, Looking Away, Then Looks Back And Nods)
I brought nothing to the Gun Fight besides my Best Self!
And a Good Attitude. And my Listening Skills! That'll show 'em!
It was called a Jumpoline until You came along.
Height Check! How tall are you people in my Palmhusk?
you know darn well im not going to let you get away with that
i'm at least 0ne s0llux tall.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒉ — @quadraticAutomatic Fours (⒋s) I’ve done it! I’ve bested the terrible blight of ✎R’S BLOCK… *looks at calendar* *it’s been like two (⒉) wipes I think* [HONK]!! (CROWD SOBBING) Hello Folks, Gamers, Gagglegang, etcetera etcetera. Sorry for sitting on my Rump doing nothing but Chitting stuff like a… blegh….. Person… BUT I am happy to say I am BACK and Ready to YAP. (If you see me slacking off again, you have the → to scream at me in my comments.) Anywhom, without further ado, let’s Take A Gander at Fours (⒋s)! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD WAVING) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR SECOND PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR THIRD PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR Wait A Second We Don’t Have Four Prongs) (Where did the Third) (What?) Fours (⒋s) is learning how to live. Her posts, from the beginning, tell a STORY of learning and growing into her anatomy of a Troll. She is kind, albeit socially awkward (maladroit), and she is trying her best to acclimate to the OUTSIDE WORLD. They are working to OVERCOME their fears and their words, often lacking the diction to describe what they want/feel/need. Namely, she has been working steadily at a diary to practice expressing those feelings and reducing the mental clutter swamping her mind. She keeps ↑ a stable system, Chitting to PRACTICE SOCIAL BEHAVIORS, and constantly stepping out of her comfort zone to 🗨 to all the friends she’s made. There’s even a BADGE in their honor. (Between you, me, and the reader, she is far more Active than I am. *coughs into closed prong*) As always, the Investigative Factor of psychoanalysis requires us to discuss the ROOT of the mind, and in Fours’ case, it isn’t a secret that they were raised in a lab. In fact, it looms over Every Aspect of her well-being, robbing her sense of agency. The experiments she had to endure came with rewards that seem MUNDANE to your typical laystroll, setting the pavement for the general social ineptitude Fours (⒋s) is tasked to overcome in order to achieve their goal of self-sufficiency. Fours (⒋s) has been infantilized to incapacity, fostered not only by the doctors who raised/experimented on her but also the people she interacts with. The act of infantilisation itself is rooted in a need for control and power, but also a desire to keep the infantilized ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘SAFE’’’’’’’’, heavy on the quotation marks. That doesn’t necessarily make it OK——it’s condescending at face value and destructive in the Long Run——but it creates a centre of INTEREST regarding the casual patronizing Fours (⒋s) may experience on a night-to-night basis. As a consequence of this treatment, Fours doubts the decisions she makes and struggles heavily with (socially-aligned) individuality. A visible fear takes mount on her when stepping from her comfort zone, a given Given Her Newfound sense of CHOICE, which prompts her to look to the lives of others to figure out what to do with hers. The continual undermining of independence has ← them in a state of RELIANCE, leaning on others to guide them through the pitfalls of living——the most prominent feature of her FALLOUT. The nature of her relationships almost always becomes a protector-protected dynamic, not so much CODEPENDENCY as it is a promise to teach her how to act. With this comes a learned vulnerability, a QUASINAIVETY to the whims of others. I surmise it isn’t GENUINE NAIVETY, but an incapacity to trust themself in picking the ✓✓✓ DECISION, causing bouts of paralysis. Despite being prone to being misled, there is a collective oath of HONESTY when it comes to Fours’ friends. No matter how easy it’d be to harm an unguided Fours, you find that everyone (⒈) makes an effort to give her an Online Hive to stay in, or at least understand them with the context they’ve provided. It’s a testament to COMMUNITY in the Chittr platform. Violent creatures we inherently are, a lot of us are more caring than we’d like to admit. That might be Propagander though. Above all else, Fours wants to be perceived for what they are: an adult living and managing an adult life. Somebody who still has the facilities regardless of the way she was raised. A tame purrbeast still has claws and teeth. She is more than capable of thinking for herself, and she’s still working off the training wheels. Both realities are VALID HERE (search ↑ Dialectical Behavior Therapy if you’re Interested!). Learning new things can be scary, but regardless of those fears, Fours continues to TRY AND TRY AGAIN, if only to create a statement: I am here, and I’m ready to live. Though the journey from A to B won’t be easy, Fours has already exerted themself to show they are full of fight, and kindness. This is coming from the troll who’s seen their FIRST EVER POST to COMPARE. She really has come a long way. You are allowed to be CURIOUS. You’re allowed to learn about the world at your age. You’re allowed to do things scared——this is far better than doing Nothing At All——and you have people who are ready to s↑port you when you ask for it. It’s OK to ask for help, and it’s OK to feel out of place. After all, nobody chooses how or when they’re ready to exist. You have all the time you need to discover who you are, what you want to do, and why you want to push forward. No matter how many people try to make sense of you, only YOU can define who you are. You are Fours, and you have always been the best version of yourself. I’m proud of you. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: TWO (⒉) OPTIONS: HEIR OF LIFE: Oriented in the Growth of Oneself (⒈). Inspires others to live for themselves. Fours is already a TESTAMENT TO LIFE ITSELF, with two (⒉) pushers that beat as (⒈), a soul fuller than ever. The challenge is to grow proper into the Role. You can’t grow without understanding what it’s made you. MAID OF HEART: Oriented in the Understanding of Oneself (⒈²). Initially relies on people to define their identity, their instincts stunted and confused for naivety. Eventually learns to create it for herself (and others! Her friends!) You can’t understand who you are without acknowledging how far you’ve come. I think if you played the game, you would simultaneously be a PROSPIT AND DERSE PLAYER, a phenomenon recognized especially among Goldblooded Players! Please don’t actually play Sgrub, though.) Follow Fours… Or I’ll FIND YOU. And I’ll bake you a Cake. Or will I bake you INTO a cake? *licks…* #gandertag #fours! #pipipi #hikinglife #gloop #twopushersthatbeatasone
((COUGHS. sorry if its a little clunky or awkward this time! im trying to swing back into the momentum of things!!))
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(( FIRE ANALYSIS her GT is page of hope but I def see where those guesses come from. Heart was one I thiught about briefly because it SEEMED really obvious given the "formerly two people" thing but then I realized she has a shockingly firm (and positive) sense of self despite that. You had an extra challenge because of her aphasia, some of her more complex feelings about things get sanded down when she tried to put them to words, and a lot of her bubbly side is showcased in game chats and watch parties. YOU HAD A TOUGH INE HERE BUT YOU DID A REALLY PHENOMENAL JOB WITH IT, 10/10
(( forgive my typos im at the beach HDHDJAJD
What's seven (⒎) pubed?
I thoought it's like a knoock knoock jooke i genuinely doo noot knoow
You're on very Thick Ice with me. I ♥ you.
@gleamingAsperity Sorry to make it a Public Ordeal, but what happened...? (CROWD MURMUR) (CROWD FRETTING)
I don't think so. Also, there's a nuance to evil? (hesmoreshamelessthananything)
Aw that's a shame i toooo soometimes rooleplay as my evil self. Guess that makes yoou the evil cloone then
If I was Evil, could I do this? *morphs into a beautiful orb*
That's. That's a pretty fucked up thing too doo Gander yeah
Maybe I am. But if I'm St↑id, does that not make you Arrogant to call to fact? You want me to fit the spaces you expect *him* to, but I'm not like that. I don't ask for respect because I don't need your approval. I *like* who I am. In the end, I just want both of us to get along. Not even as friends, if that's so hard for you to grapple.
TERRIBLE NEWS: Hi
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Hi all! For those of you waiting to get INTROSPECTED, I extend an Apology for taking a while. Things have been coming ↑ on my end, Good and Bad, and I've had my wings pretty busy! LOL. *sweats!* As this little Psychoseries progressed, I've been finding myself writing more words and placing more Time and Care into them. I used to ✎ about five hundred (⒌00) words on average, but now I'm getting awful close to Two Thousand! (⒉000). Admittedly, there are some People that I'd ♥ to reanalyze, if they'd let me (Casper and Mintyl, among others). And there are others that I look forward to seeing, in a Normal Member of Society Sort of Way. Since I'm NORMAL. Regardless, I'm glad that you've enjoyed what I could offer. (It brings me back to the Good Old Nights on TV!) Anyway. Don't be afraid to Let Me Know what ELSE you'd like to See from a guy like me! Thank you again! (CROWD CHEER!)
I'd ♥ to reinspect you, if you'd Let Me! (CROWD WAVE) (CROWD REGRETTING THE ST↑ID SONG I MADE YOU) (I'm not my Crowd I still Hum it from time to time) (ALSO WHY WERE THERE FOUR (⒋) OF YOU)
- You know, that actually sounds super swell! Consider mme ammenable, Pal! 🖐️😆
I'm currently battling this Deadly Disease called Procrastinating.
*you find a million ganderbucks* *they amount to absolutely nothing* *and also they have my face on them*
Can I come over and Study You? (I'll say "Let Me ✎ That ↓" whenever you do Literally Anything.)
Ok but you have to promise to not be mad when I eat the pencil
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Wood Fired Pizza? Where's Pizza s↑posed to work NOW?
apartment complex? i find it quite simple really.
Tonight? Heh! I'm Serving Can't.
Face ID has recognized me in times I wouldn't have Recognized Myself...
if you bring me some ground meat i can make one for you, dear
We ATE her.
OH MY FUCK YOU ATE CHCHOW ?? ?? ?? ??
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꧁https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/b0a3e24722c5.gif put her back! i put an evil spell on you.꧂
OK! Abra CADABRA. BIPITY BOPITY, ETCETERA. *Chchow is NORMAL again* (CROWD CHEER!)
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."
[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! :)