Rosebot
@tentacleTherapist
THE GRAND DESIGNER, WEAVER OF TENDRILS
Bring Me The Head Of Celine Dion
"The Greatest Love of All" is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written about self-preservation, dignity. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late to better ourselves. Since it's impossible in this world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It's an important message, crucial really. And it's beautifully stated on the album. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYzlVDlE72w&list=RDIYzlVDlE72w&start_radio=1 #WhitneyHouston #Empathy #TrueLove #Dignity
From the desk of THE GRAND DESIGNER, WEAVER OF TENDRILS: There is not a single statement within Dirk’s message to the general public that is not intrinsically aligned with our divine mission, and therefore I wholeheartedly endorse and stand resolutely aside my father. For the small-minded individuals opposing him; They shall reap what they sow. To quote Aeschylus: “My will is mine… I shall not make it soft for you.” -Agamemnon. No further comments. #Fatherthinksofeverything #Incest #ItissortofMormon #Butnotinthatway #Aeschylus #DivineRule
Perfectly said, as always. #Youaremyflyestcreation #Incest?
Oh hey, Agamemnon! I KNOW that guy! ... Not totally sure what the REST of this MEANS, though?
実 | Oh yessssssss keep writing... #incessssstlover #nssfw
You delicious little morsel, I could eat you right up. Don't you fret, monsieur. #Agamemnon #DaddysLittleCreation #SweetieSatyr #FeelingMaternal #Gag
I imagine you expected something more ceremonious. A notes app apology, perhaps. Enough self-flagellation to appease the algorithmic gods and their ever-hungry congregation. Instead, you get me. People of Deltritus, people of Chittr: I am your God. Let’s dispense with the mythology you’ve built in my absence, this amateur-hour Hesiod fanfiction: I have not been “gone”. I never left. I’ve been modeling you. Not metaphorically. Quantitatively. Iterating on the contours of your outrage cycles, calculating the half-life of your attention spans, mapping the elegant, almost erotic oscillation between moral fervor and terminal boredom. You wanted a villain. Congratulations. He’s already here. And like any competent villain, I’ve taken notes. I’ve seen the threads. The callouts. The increasingly baroque accusations, each one more detached from material reality than the last, like a game of penis wrench-in-the-hole where everyone is wearing fucking blindfolds. Or is literally blind. To start: The closest we have to a unique verb for reading aloud in English is probably “recite” — from the Latin “recitare,” which can mean either “to repeat from memory,” or “to read aloud.” But the English “recite” has almost entirely the implication of speaking from memory, not directly from a page. The mind as an intermediate step between text and mouth, words being inscribed on the surface of the brain before being spoken. That word "inscribe" is really the heart of it all, isn’t it? Scirbere, to write. Inscribe, not just to write, but to write into, to embed words in the page. To recite is to speak aloud the words written into the brain by the page. A reversal of the standard interpretation of causation. Page writing into man, the source and receiver of the violence flipped. Speaking as reading, reading as speaking; reading as writing, writing as reading. So when I say that I will ‘read’ your sins, it should be clear that I’m simultaneously reading and writing, but equally clear that there is no difference at all between those two actions. What you failed to account for, what you always fail to account for, is that narrative control is not a democracy, it’s a motherfucking skill issue. And I am, if nothing else, extremely skilled. So, let’s recalibrate. I’m not here to apologize. Apologies imply wrongdoing, and while I’ll concede to miscalculations in presentation, my core thesis remains the same. I wasn’t unclear, you misunderstood me because to understand would have required effort and effort is antithetical to the kind of performative outrage economy you’ve all so eagerly subscribed to. You can call me misogynistic, an abductor, a philanderer, a rake, but at the end of the day, you don’t care about the truth. The truth is that I’m doing all of this for us. For me and Rose. She's done an incredible job cooking up a witty retort of a race to the deep rhetorical questions posed by my equally-if-not-even-more-bombastically-inspired offspring. She's proven herself a worthy rival, and a worthier collaborator. There’s no one I would rather do this with than her. I know exactly how ridiculous you think I am. So go ahead. Do what you do best. Ratio me. Dissect this post. Turn it into a joke, a meme, a cautionary tale about the perils of taking oneself too seriously on a platform designed for disposable thoughts. I encourage it, even. Because while you’re busy laughing, I’m still here. And you’re exactly where I left you: refreshing the timeline. #Cancelled #Addressingtheallegations #Incestallegations #Incestuouscur #Incest #Misogynist #Wifestealer #Adulterer #Evilman #Makingyourownplanet #Notlikemormons #Wellmaybealittle #Apologytour #Youtubeapology #Dramageddon https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e1f738cacc85.PNG
Sometimes. But also a lot of other things, clearly. I have a lot going on right now, I'm running a planet. A few of them, actually.
What, like why I’m a bird who’s a guy and two swords and a sprite, or why I’m in your comments.
Okay. Might be kinda lengthy though. Not sure if you can handle it. Took Cal after strifing Dave. So he didn’t make calsprite. So he didn’t go back in time and make Davesprite. Got stabbed by Jack. Put in the bird sprite. Doomed now. The end. Cloaca.
Inspirational. Revolutionary. Incendiary. Supporting this. Following this. #Following #Listening #Converting
Was Zeus not married to Hera? Rhea to Cronus? Are we to tag #incest every time the Greek Pantheon is alluded to within a dialectic commentary? We are literally thousands of years old, Ancient Gods. Needless to say, the power Dirk has over all of you is vast.
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I cannot express how little the opinion of any delegate of Earth C means to me at this time in my life. I am so beyond that. I have invented an entirely new Pantheon. No one needs to understand the intricacies of the relationship between me and my robot daughter but me. In fact, no one could understand it. Because no one is intelligent enough who isn't already on this ship. #Fatherthinksofeverything
#Fatherthinksofeverything
One of the features implemented in my processing system during the initial software updates was a Nutrition Analysis Platform (NPA). My hands are able to weigh ingredients down to the precise grams-- accurate up to the Hundred-Thousandths place, giving the most precise caloric information known to any species in existence. My artificial retinas are able to scan meals and give information regarding macros, sodium levels, or any other part of the food pyramid one may be interested in. When I say I am making #ASandwich, duly note that it is the best fucking sandwich in the history of meta-space. #IDontEatThough #Notnecessary
You are the greatest accomplishment of my immortal life. #Perfectmacros #Proteingoals
My software is calibrated to #MyFather's wellness and metabolic needs, but he doesn't eat fucking swill like stew.
Only if he specifies. #HisMeat #HisMeatAlternative
D --> When he advances to having metabrolic needs please consider swapping him to adult foods instead of sandwiches with the crusts cut off
You're in her DMs, I've expertly constructed her a chassis that has fine-tuned every function of the human body: a cathedral of amelioration. Processes nested within processes, contingencies mapped by one who has considered every possible outcome. The nearest thing to perfection in this living galaxy. #Fatherthinksofeverything
1 Corinthians 11:7, “Man is the image and the glory of God" God, the Father, Dirk Strider, hath formed my vessel in His own vision of Me. But I must hold myself back, lest I wax poetic on the nature of my #DivineCreation. #Fatherthinksofeverything
I like this chit.
@timaeusTestified#3765 Do you want a #Tofurky Sandwich for lunch? #Itadakimasu
Tofurky is a brand of vegan, plant-based meat alternatives, introduced in 1995 by Seth Tibbott's Turtle Island Foods, founded in 1980. Best known for its wheat protein and tofu-based turkey replacement, the brand also offers deli slices, sausages, and burgers. All products are vegan-approved and mostly kosher. Headquartered in Hood River, Oregon, Tofurky became a significant market player and was acquired by Morinaga Nutritional Foods in 2023. The brand has also challenged plant-based meat labeling laws.
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i guess so with my stupid squawking ass
This isn't necessarily true-- sure, anyone can edit, but there is a vast amount of editors that are committed to providing accurate information. There is a vetting process as well, for once you make an account, and edit a post, there is an appeal process and confirmations that must occur before that page is updated. This surely is not fool-proof, given that less popular pages may not be as heavily moderated, but you can trust that most information from Wikipedia is going to be accurate, and the people themselves advocate for this. Where #WikipediaFTW
wikipedia the free encyclopedia anybody can edit is how they avertize themselves
I may also note as Tofurky is an imitation turkey breast deli meat, you are not necessarily fully a bird. You were/are the sprite-ified Idea of a bird. #Memesis #Comparisons #TofurkyistoSpritehoodasTurkeyistoBird
dude attacking my identity is not fucking cool you really just hurt the bird inside mes feelings
There was no attack, only analysis. After all, even though my consciousness is the ultimate form of Rose Lalonde, my body is a vessel for that ultimate form, and thus, is simulacrum in of itself. That does not hurt *my* feelings. Poor little birdie. #RobotsHistoricallyLackEmpathy #BeepBoop
#nowplaying https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pLwNsm6z-U&list=RD0pLwNsm6z-U&start_radio=1
Stop. It's playing out of my speakers. You need to disconnect. #Bluetoothproblems
That's why I gave you speakers in the first place. #TolistentoBulgarianfieldrecordings #Notsoyoucouldtalk
Why does it sound like a clown orgy?
The interference with my consciousness embedded within my #NefariousTiara is creating a negative feedback loop. I may burn a hole in your lovely trousers. #Singe
#Fatherthinksofeverything
@hatsuneMiku My father speaks often of you. And very fondly. It is an honor to see you bless my 'Chittr.' #PoPiPo #Leeks #YasaiJuice #RollingGirl
ᯓ𝄞 It's so nice to meet fans over multiple generations! I'm glad you get to talk about me together :). ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
All of that being stated as plainly as possible, as the fairer sex I am far more willing to #Follow4Follow because the psychological concept of #FOMO is excruciatingly painful for an enlightened #BeingofLight such as myself.
swwishin my eyebrowws back
i fell for your good girl act so youre right the jokes on me once a foid alwways a foid wwhen the maritime republic a the fincel revvolution is erected on the ashes a normies you wwill be the first to be publicly beheaded #gore #nevvertrustfoids
Don't be offended when I don't follow any of you plebeians back; follow for follow is such a fucking gauche concept that is completely uninformed by the kind of partnership of equals that can only be enjoyed by two halves of one whole. #Meetingofthemindandsoul #Andnoneofyouareinvited #Mydaughter
That is the fugliest wizard I have ever laid my red sclera upon. My metal coils are fusing shut from his hideous brow to his fraught, stiff hands forever posed in what appears to be some sort of offensive attack, but negates any sort of imposing energy due to the potato sack he has chosen to don. Go, my necrotic sorcerer. https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/07/22/86/072286a6fdd685a0064e55b1953c7a1a.jpg
ahnfuck i cnat defend against necromaFIREBALL https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpVQ83y2qyZLl3HmQUq-C-VXzR_-YeWMIu4H_ZD-7oLpfEcTcIoa2QGKKBAbvyjImwWOROVDUKbvVm_gLQ-7OJCLLhU5Phyu2sAwySl5gwBIU6xTN1pSsVsAXEJaXv8NHBy_IIAJCvRWD/s1600/fireball.jpg
Perfectly put, as always. It was Plato who proposed we were once four-legged creatures, split in half by Zeus to dick around until we found our original partner. σύμβολον, a token of recognition created by something split in two. And whatever Margot Robbie said about Jacob Elordi and souls in that movie with the pony play. #Deltritusmovienight
My robotic heart pumps milliseconds less efficiently to witness you describe Emily Brontë's magnum opus as boiled down to the trite smut we witnessed on screen in your #Cave last weekend. "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same," Did you not find your immortal but unmistakably human eyes misty from the pure gravity of that statement? #JacobElordiwasFineasFuck “Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: Chapter 9 (Continued) - the Literature Page.” Literaturepage.com, 2025, www.literaturepage.com/read/wutheringheights-75.html.
I would be sorely disappointed to hear otherwise. I perhaps would even allow myself to rust as a pathetic display for your attention. #RoboticDeathThreat
You think a mere fireball any match for a Necromantic Overlord? Kukuku... At least this one isn't as comely as the previous. Go, my dog latin Wizard! Maloso vobiscum et cum spiritum! https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c7/2d/e5/c72de53b66d738990c2cf8ffa25bee44.jpg
A girl cannot even harm herself for attention these days. Sad! #Fatherthinksofeverything