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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
Comas can completely change the Meaning of a Sentence. FOR EXAMPLE: "My best friend is pretty." "My best friend is in a coma."
"Comparison is the Thief of Joy" is a good quote, but I've Heard Better.
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
At a young age I always knew I wanted to grow ↑ and become some kind of insane person.
gander inssissted i sshould posst thiss photo of uss.. i don’t ussually posst sselfiess. me and my wonderful moirail! i wouldn’t trade him for anything elsse in the world. •:)
Guess what Beast I'd be you guys!
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.
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
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
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
I keep opening and closing this app like a Fridge.
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. ♥☺
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒍ — @algorithmCarnage CZ (His name is out there somewhere but I know better than to Breach his Privacy!) *dreaming harp sound effect* (I am back at schoolfeeding. I am five (⒌) sweeps old, young and unassuming. Tonight, they’re teaching us the worst craft to ever blight Alternia: Coding. C++, specifically. A torture method disguised as Procedural Animation. There are tens of hundreds of errors in my code and my attempts to fix them are ever so fruitless. Visual Studio casts phantom errors like shadows over me in a lapse of sanity: I check line sixty-five (⒍⒌) and it is tauntingly blank. "WHERE THE [HONK] IS THE MISTAKE?" The world is dancing and spinning mirthlessly in my panicked spell. I’m only seconds away from punching a hole through my husktop. Rivulets of sweat crawl ↓ my face, melting away any semblance of power I thought I could keep. But who said I was in control?) *wakes ↑ in a cold sweat* YIPE! WHAT A DAYMARE!! I think I need to 🗨 to my counseculler about this. Anyway, welcome back to THIS SERIES! Thanks for stopping by, BY THE BY, I really do appreciate it! Without FURTHER ADO, let’s Take A Gander at CZ! (CROWD CHEER!) (Let’s Get Gaming) (And By Gaming) (I Mean Gandering) (Tautology is My Middle MIDDLE Middle Name) From a cursory glance, CZ prides itself in being the CONTRARIAN SORT. A deviant who peruses the platform when Dreaddit isn’t Activating The Dopaminergic Neurons. Contrarians aren’t uncommon in the Online Realm, fostering complaintive attitudes that either rile the people ↑ or garner the assent of likeminded people. CZ usually makes these jabs at the world, whether this be about Technical or Living Inconveniences. Bitter might as well be a Substitute Six (⒍) letter Sobriquet given how much of the world and its residents has problems worth 🗨ing about. He is sardonic, but that can easily be ascribed to the CONFLICT he has with other people, whose unabashed demeanors clash with his apathetic front. In LAYTROLL’S TERMS, it Might Just Be a Little Hater. (CROWD GASP!) His demeanor is almost a pragmatic foil over Chittr’s PLATFORMAL FLIPPANCY. I’d like to call it a CONVERSATIONAL HUMBLER, but CZ is very susceptible to its own temper. A lot of that frustration can be boiled ↓ to whenever he isn’t being UNDERSTOOD the way he wants to. His COGNITIVE EXPECTATION being undermined by someone (⒈) who, say, can’t distinguish a LARPER from a POSER often leads to the same bouts of frustration it extends to the general VIRT↑OPULACE. It isn’t only because the subtexts should CLEARLY BE ACKNOWLEDGED HERE, but the fact that CZ prizes Fringy Thinking and Intellectual (Logical) Thought, adduced by its frequent #WTFAREYOUIDIOTSDOINGPOSTING. To an extent, this shows CZ to be SOCIALLY EGOCENTRIC, in which he prioritizes his General and Cognitive goals over positively engaging with the general audience. He is cold and self-oriented, operating on its own wavelength rather than conforming to the norms of other people. CZ is unmistakably desensitized and unafraid to speak his mind, making mentions of #cannibalism and #usingbloodasasubstitutetoink knowing it won’t have any lingering consequences (the opposite——people AGREE). This is only what crescendoes from being ONLINE for too long. You know too much and detach from those Paradigms that stop you from saying how fascinating the idea of FLESH REPURPOSING IS. (I’d ♥ to hear more about that, actually?) This way of posting is a double edged sword——at least, as far as wanting to stay under the radar goes. Perhaps he wants to keep it casual with the platform, but the act of complaining itself is a SOCIAL OUTREACH, a means for connection in and of itself. It pulls him from the shadows as much as it conceals him. He is constantly comparing himself to other people, negatively or positively, if only to feel better about HIS CURRENT SITUATION. Here lies a PARADOX: CZ has created a barrier strong enough to keep itself safe from pointed damage but advances in places where he knows he’ll be seen. For a purported spectator, a notable amount of NOT-SPECTATING (complaining) goes on. Trolls are inherently SOCIAL CREATURES: it is only an amount of time that the forum for AMPLIFYING ONE’S (⒈’s) voice is used to its fullest potential. This general behavior can be traced to a number of phenomena. The most obvious factor is the (Toxic) ONLINE DISINHIBITION EFFECT, a byproduct of virtually concealing oneself. The theory can be applied to JUST ABOUT ANYBODY, myself included! It detaches the individual from tangible consequences and thus allows the individual to navigate the online forum with LESS CARE THAN THEY WOULD IN A PUBLIC SETTING. Think of it as disguising yourself in a masquerade and then breaking every window in the vicinity. Who’s going to know it’s YOU? CZ makes the most out of its anonymity, placing itself in a position where he can make derisive commentary in accordance with the chaotic happenings of Chittr. Anonymous streak aside, you have made a name for yourself here. It’s a lot more than you bargained for. Your biggest flaw as a contrarian can be found in your motive. You use your voice. You constantly belie your backseat watching to ENGAGE WITH THE CROWD, making calculated jabs as a way to make yourself known. And before you realize it, you’ve already built a hive worth living in. You’ve (unintentionally) interacted with people, forged connections, created experiences with those who AGREE to your thinking. It’s a part of BEING SOMEBODY——moreover, someone (⒈) worth CARING ABOUT. It’s a wonderful feeling, albeit one you haven’t fully come to terms yet. Though I didn’t mention this (since I believe I’ve picked enough at you already), you appear to be the type to forgo your needs in the pursuit of your goals. Be sure to stay on top of that. You MATTER. (As much as you would never admit this, your annoyance is a begrudging posture of your appreciation——and existence. Your only sin is that being bitter is the only way you know how to live.) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAGE OF VOID? The morally gray sort. He knows how it feels to be irrelevant, a product of social status and a likely practical ↑bringing. Works the niche and esoteric as its field of interest believing it to be a place where it belongs. Profound and indiscernible. Revels in his SENSE OF ANONYMITY and understands it in an exclusive manner. Loses himself in mystery; suffers from the knowledge nobody else grapples with.) Computer? I hardly know ‘er! GO FOLLOW CZ (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE), and I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE! Honk! #gandertag #howtotrainyourgamer #howtolainyourlamer
When the last step of the recipe says ENJOY?
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I'm able to guess anybody's name with a SINGLE QUESTION.
Hi, all! These are #closed again. YAY! #gandertag ← ← ← for a general reference of the Stuff I Make! If it's caught your bulb, then keep one (⒈) out! What I SAY is only an extraneous observation of what your DEMEANOR and 'THEMES' might say about your psychology. Or at least, how MUCH can be said about you from a guy checking your virtual profile. Do also be aware that my analysis might not be ENTIRELY ACCURATE——after all, I only ✎ what I can see! (You will also be CLASSPECTED to the Best Of My Ability.) Thank you all for s↑porting my little hobby. B:o]
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒉⒏ — @gadaboutTrickster Jinx Egbert Jinx Egbert has a Shocking Secret. She is actually the HIT CHARACTER S↑er Mario from the Nintendo series. (CROWD GASP. WHAT?!) YES, I’m sorry you had to learn this way, but the evidence is Beyond Reasonable Doubt. Don’t let her choice in BLUE deter you from the fact Mario still wears those bluested overalls. The URGES TO WAHOO can never lie. THEY NEVER. LIE. That’s IT. That’s the end of the post. KEEP SCROLLING. LEAVE ME ALONE. I need to Ruminate On This. FOREVER! *a single tear rolls ↓ my face* … OK, KIDDING. B;oP ‘Tis just a bit of PRANKGAGGLERY from the Sillerious Gooseguy himself. Jinx Egbert is Jinx Egbert. Or IS HE? AL→ I’LL STOP. Let’s Take A Gander at Jinx Egbert! Much like I do with those Multitudinous in Existence, I want to find what makes this EGBERT AN INDIVIDUAL. But let’s get the similarities straight: Jinx is a DABBLER OF LEVITY. The playfully whimsy and calm sort who functions asynchronously to the Happenings of Chittr. Though she regards the people, Jinx posts at her own momentum, intertwining her nature with her BOUNDLESS CREATIVITY. Ranging from life ↑dates to ablution thoughts, Jinx posts for the sake of getting things OUT THERE. Why waste good ideas by keeping them in your HEAD? She’s a Fascination for movies and games, japery, all of which are STAPLES for the hivehold Egbert. She’s a striking example of being Free on your own terms. Now ONTO THE IDIOSYNCRASIES: Firstly, Jinx cares. She cares A LOT. I'm not saying that all other possible Egberts don’t give a stuff, but in the Likert Scale from SOCIALLY DISCONNECTED to BORN NETWORKER, Jinx mashes the far-→ option so hard it breaks his husktop. You pick ↑ IMMEDIATELY that she goes above and beyond for her friends and ectofamily, namely through her AFFINITY IN COOKING. There’s nothing sweeter than having someone (⒈) learn/remember your favorite meals out of the goodness of their heart. If her friends are in need of help, she steps (or maybe floats) forward to lend any assistance she can. This is majorly the reason why he’s known as the CHITTR MOM/AUNT: his proactive TENDERFACTOR should be APPRECIATED on a rowdy platform like this. Don’t mistake her sweetsillyness for passivity. He knows of the destruction he is able to cause and is willing to take action for himself and the people he ♥s. Jinx is an arm of STRENGTH as she is a hand of nurture. However, a tragedy lingers beneath her energy. A sort of aimlessness when all the people maintenance is DONE AND DUSTED, almost as though she’s unsure of her solitude. An unanswered want for reciprocation that has developed into another facet of her identity. You peel away at her outer layers to reveal the idle languor that comes with being a PERSON FOR THE PEOPLE. These feelings are derivative of her choices. This predicament is a product of her social strengths. It’s a backwards blade wrenched deep into her chest. That is, she’s stuck in the middle of peoples’ problems and is anticipated to FIX IT. Jinx has fixed many things only to receive little to nothing in return. And this is how the mask cracks. As outer responsibilities pile ↑ MORE AND MORE, as her life is deluged with the ordeals of other people, as she never gets the chance to self-regulate or find that parental care in RETURN, she develops a weaponized mechanism. Her FRUSTRATION. You notice she summons a latent urge to become violent, or at least enact some means of aggression. To vent out her frustrations, Jinx resorts to SPARRING/FIGHTING, a classic and arguably HEALTHY channel with the ✓ constraint. What I find stands out most with Jinx is the fact that her Protectiveness can shift into a thing of SELF-EXPRESSION. But a part of me thinks this comes too seldom to impact him, meaningfully. It must be hard to get some emotional traction when a lot of time is spent on other whims. I think the trick is to find a BALANCE between yourself and the people. Give yourself the time amid the hit juggling performance you’ve been keeping ↑. BREATH is all about freedom, but you clearly know when to dismount the wind and appreciate people. However, your predicament has become a cycle, almost, to stockpile feelings to a BREAKING POINT before finding an outlet to expend your emotions. Jinx, You help so many people but you don’t have that reciprocated when YOU’RE IN NEED. I think on that note you should be meaner. Yep. MEANER. EVEN SILLIER MEANER. You know that already, but I’m being serious. You deserve that →. You aren’t obligated to put people before your own needs. Kindness is strength, but it degrades over time. It’s OK to be your own person, not just the gro↑ caretaker. If you aren’t OK with anything going on, the best part is you can SAY you aren’t. Even if they are people you care about. Take your time. Claim yourself. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: NOT APPLICABLE!) Jinx Egbert. Please follow her, she’s RADICAL. This is the end. I ♥ you. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #eggsbert #badluck #becauseyoureajinx #sorrythatsallicanthinkof #jinxhaveyoueverwatchedarcane
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@abyssalAttachment Happy MOIRAIL MONDAY, Zhi! I don't think this world's kind enough to you, but you continue to be—— You are a person, and I thank you for staying today. ♦
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒌ — @markZucc Zuccia Caziln (WARNING: hope you know Oinkbeast Latin, because histay illway etgay #uggestivesay!) (#suggestive) (#squeak!) Wait, THE Zuccia? I think I’ve heard of her! The recurring face of Rogue? Allure? *gulp*, the Other Ones (⒈s)? WOWIE ZOWIE. Can I just say, WHAT AN HONOR! Hi. People used to 🗨 about you. I don’t want to make any impressions that’ll turn me from Chittr Silly Goose to Chittr Slobbery Goose, but I’m glad you came over to get Peeped At. Let’s Take A Gander at Zuccia Caziln! (CROWD CHEER!!) (Wolf Whistle!) (Sounds of strangling) (Kinky?) (Oh nevermind they Died) (Erotically) (OK) (Moving On) Zuccia leads a comfortable, indulgent life. One where she can drink cocktails on the nightly, lounge in her offtime, and chit just about anything on the Pan. You learn to appreciate the amount of CARE she has for those she considers her friends. She’s a SWEETHEART, the sort you can easily get along with, so long as you fit this single criterion: Being in the Same Space as her. It’s not naive if you have the PUSHER to befriend everybody. It’s always the thought that matters, and she tries her best to MAKE IT COUNT. It’s an applaudable effort! On Chittr, Zuccia JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN, oftentimes getting wasted and posting about it. A lot. A *LOT* LOT. I’ve never met someone who had vodka with cereal before, but there’s a First For Everything! Including a job. Her definition of SOBER is only about ⒉ drinks in the evening. This thrillseeking attitude likely stems from a pursuit for the OLD, GOOD LIFE, to which it’s hard to tell the old and good ever ENDED. Maybe publicly so, but in the comfort of her hive, the party hasn’t stopped. You’ll find her weaselling her way into the newest party, club, pair of pants, etcetera. Are we ready to address the elephant in the block? OK. I try to veer away from stating the sexual aspects of a person (because tagging anything with enn ess eff doubleyew will have my ✂e little avatar CENSORED), but her definition of fun is rooted in the carnal benefits of the body. It’s nothing particularly new for someone (⒈) of her fame, but you pick it ↑ quickly. On a psychological scale, the frequency of one’s SEX LIFE can detail where they feel at best with themselves. In the end, it’s a REASSURANCE OF HER WORTH. This is one of the few ways she can get people to listen to her: giving her body away with little pushback. It isn’t a challenge to get her unclothed. But at the same time, does one look at her for her body or for who she is? It’s a dilemma with an unfortunate answer, because all arrows point to the fact this isn’t a new development. Being this way is her comfort zone, the only life she’s ever known. Something tells me not even she can tell me who she is. Does she even like where her life is going, if she’s noticed she’s been going anywhere? She’s living, maybe, but is she LIVING as a person, or a tool? It’s hard to think when you’re inebriated, even moreso when you’ve relegated your existence to the Town Bicycle of a Good Time. I’m not her lusus, or her matesprit, so I don’t intend to deliver a message of mandatory change. But people get over trends quickly. Everybody craves novelty. You and I are no different in that aspect, victims to that cause. We’re both looking for a way to feel relevant again, but that high is JUST SO… well, high. In your case, this dip into austerity has brought a sense of boredom in your life, and you know that. Nothing is ever the same anymore and deep deep ↓, beyond all the throbbing horniness you feel, you loathe it. It’s why you give yourself away to people who may never look at you the way you want them to. You want to get away from your mind as quickly as possible because something as small as a sober thought will have you yearning for a time when you felt wanted for being a person. You’re afraid, and it’s OK. Please let yourself reflect on things. Even if it’s for a moment, a song. Think about where you are. You’re an amazing person, simpler than that, a PERSON, PERIOD. It’s hard to find your value beyond the opinions of people, but this isn’t saying it isn’t possible. To feel ♥d begins with loving yourself. (If there’s anything I can relate to, it’s the descent from global fame. Between you, me, and the guy reading this, a lot of people knew me as the charming host of a host of TV shows. And now I’m just The Guy Who Peeps At You, I think. But that’s all the airing I'll be outing here.) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: MAID OF BLOOD? Zuccia is a good person, a trying person. She gives herself away to feel ♥d. People are her stability. Without them, what would be there for her? What choice does she have? Did she ever have one, or was the road long paved by the people who made her famous? She is someone who should be valued as someone with genuine thoughts and opinions to bring to the table. Once she harnesses this, she’ll be able to create something amazing.) TL;DR - Zuccia enjoys her life, but all of this is in the pursuit of feeling important. Getting drunk is easier than staying sober. Her definition of ♥ is rooted in how many people see her body, because this is the path she’s been going ↓ for many, many sweeps. BE SURE TO FOLLOW ZUCCIA, and give her all the care she deserves. This concludes the second batch of Peepings. I’ll see you SOON! #gandertag
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒋ — @audaciousConfident Rorian Matila I was going to do a Beast Factsheet for this intro, but instead I have a story for you all. Once ↑on a Time, I scrolled ↓ a certain demilady’s posts and had the greatest (WORST) idea (MISTAKE) of my life. (LIFE? WHAT LIFE???) I tried to BAKE——I mean, what’s the difference between watching those ASMR BAKING VIDEOS and TRYING THEM YOURSELF? You (Gander Grimzl) IDIOT. Baking in practice is an entirely different beast. The dough can SMELL YOUR FEAR. Every baking utensil has a personal vendetta against you. The oven hungers for Clown Flesh. I turned my nutritionblock into a personal warzone and I was LOSING. MISERABLY. But after all that roughin’ and toughin’, I can proudly say that I’ve become a master at Creating Nebulous Blobs. It tasted like the Hopes and Dreams of a serial smoker. I was better off CONSUMING THE INGREDIENTS INDIVIDUALLY. A shame. But also a Learning Experience. Catch me next time to see me Hike! (The bugs want to Kill Me) Let’s Take A Gander at Rorian Matila! (CROWD CHEER!!!) (NATURE AMBIENCE!!) Rorian is a capital D Dreamer. Their life is, and I quote in a wonderful refrain, “THE BEST.” And we certainly get that impression as we scroll through their posts. From the outset, Rorian puts her story on display. She is living her best life, her only one, surrounded by the things she ♥s and reciprocating that to almost all with a pulse. Emotion is taut in anything she describes: from her hobbies, to her relationships, to her descriptions of the people in her life. They’re CONSTANTLY ON THE MOVE, exploring the wilds, hanging out with friends, and being The Charmer. (Working Title?) She constantly looks out for the people and creatures around her, rehabilitating and conserving wildlife——and the pushers in tandem. That is to say, I don’t think there’s anyone they can’t befriend with enough effort. Name one (⒈) person that doesn’t like Rori, I dare you. Rorian is Hardworking, almost to a Fault. The focal SILLIGOOFINESS often segues into a rampant drive for thrillseeking. They will overexert themself, albeit with little regret, because the outcome is for her joy. Call it a RECKLESS ABANDON to her. If you asked me, this headstrong attitude is more complex than expending her borrowed time. It’s because she’s willing to reach her limits for the people she cares about. Friends, beast or troll, are within their purview of effort. That MUST be The Ninja Way I’ve been hearing about. The care and cheer she extends to people is the type of Boost you only sometimes encounter. She is therefore a light that will never go out. But that doesn’t mean it shines on its own. She is an EMOTIONAL CONDUIT in positive and negative ways alike. The former certainly outweighs the latter, but that doesn’t mean there are any drawbacks to acknowledge. I don’t Intend To Offend, so with a PERHAPS, here is what I’ve observed: an unvoiced reliance on the people around her. This isn’t necessarily implying they can’t function without people, but they are often bound to their whims, and thus affected by the plights they individually face. Constantly boosting the morale of the people requires people in need of boosting to begin with. They may struggle to grapple with the idea of independent faith; to function with an agency unimpeded by the suggestions of others. Because what is made of the lone ferret, a beast that thrives in company? The same logic can be applied here. It’s a primitive urge that we all have. To build hives in the pushers of others, knowing that you’ll hardly ever occ↑y yours. Surely, you can feel safe on your own, but it’s plenty more fun to be with OTHERS. (Comment Naruto if you see this. This is an experiment) Usually I like to leave the Muse with something to think about but something tells me you’re very comfortable where you are. Seriously, you’re already doing so well for yourself. You’re always looking out for everyone (⒈) with kindness, bubbliness, and at times a bit of firm ♥. Please don’t forget to redirect some of your validation to yourself, and Take a Hike. Literally so, if you ever feel like it——which I will have to assume is ALWAYS! Everyone looks out for you, Rori. I have just one question for you, though: would you settle for your current life forever, or would anything inspire you to explore even further than you have in nature? (P.S. Hi Alan, hi Sleuth. Sneef sneef snorf, and however one would onomatoparize ferret sounds!) #gandertag
publishing to the jury: captain's log: star date 67.420e^∆π opening statement: dear diary: this is my first entry, + i have to admit i don't know the proper decorum. maybe i should introduce myself, but i don't exactly know what's worth mentioning... i'm dead, obviously. i still go by trycks treats. it's still just as accurate to call me filigree hallowen, esq., but i've played around with a few alternate titles. the flamingo is particularly fun. but there hasn't really been a reason not to just use my hatchname, so that's been the default. i mean, i'm not exactly a practicing legislacerator anymore, there's no reason for formalities… i don't know. anyways, i've been dead for a long time. so has everyone from my timeline, as far as i can tell, not that i. testimony: moving on. this is a traveler's log of the dreambubbles. there's no sense of time, so i'll just devote an entry to each bubble i explore, starting here. testimony: insofar as it needs a name to be written about, the bubble i'm writing this entry from is the margaritaville bubble. i have been here for a very long time. very recently i've been to some other bubbles, but i keep coming back here. to peoplewatch, if nothing else point of order: i haven't gotten back in the lazy river. testimony: which, uh, leads me to the next bit where i describe this place. aside from my general review, which i might as well say here instead of leave for the end: it's the next best thing to comfortable malaise. sidebar: fucking hell it sounds pretentious when i'm writing in the notes app instead of just posting directly on chittr. i guess i've never minded being pretentious but its a little embarrassing. whatever testimony: anyways, this place is a take on the idea of a beach. not as abstract of a representation as it could be, or surreal or jazy or dreamlike or what-have-you, but certainly more artificial than someone's direct memory of a beachside, or a thous+ people's memory of a beachside testimony: as far as i can tell, it *is* stitched together from a lot of different memories, rather than recreating any single one. it makes the place more metaphorically real, gives it physical heft + sensation, alongside enabling it to take up a plausibly-infinite amount of dreamspace, but it becomes unspecific in another way. not undefined... i don't know. i just unlive here, not study it testimony: to quit waxing rhapsodical for a second + describe the damn place, it's actually a riverbank. it stretches on for what might be forever, endless + mostly empty dunes of s+ that wide this way + that around a 4-5 strut pods deep, maybe 7 strut pods wide if that. there's an endless parade of trolls in buoyancyrings, lounging in various states of relaxation + disassociation as the river washes amiably ever forward. the immediate bank of the river is concrete, as are the sides + bottom of the river itself. there's river rocks + pebbles dotted along, in piles that appear entirely natural (albeit strange for being on concrete rather than, i don't know, dirt) but are placed in that arrangement at exactly consistent intervals much further than the gaze bulbs can see in either direction. sidebar: i spent a lot of time in one of those buouyancyrings, time being as-ever a relative term. it was a nice enough place to give up, but i can't earnestly recommend it. testimony: beyond the riverbanks, though, at least less blatantly trollmade, is the beach. one side is s+ dunes + one side is shore. it does not extend in either direction farther than you can easily see from your position on the river, flowing waves + piles of s+ cut off into perfect nothingness past a fixed horizon line, neatly severed from pretense. testimony: the beach has variety: cheaply-made lawnring flamingos, frondtrees swaying gentle in the completely still absence of any breeze to speak of, mildly different variations on the formula that is less defined than the endless lazy river's. i can see a little bar st+ here of some alien design, from which i have enjoyed mostly margaritas of various flavors. testimony: this stretch of beach has s+ that is pleasantly coarse, gray + cold, + has been delicately threaded with kelp. the water isn't the murky turmulent gray that would match the s+ in its natural biome: it's the exact same piercing, clear, slowly-lapping blue that is, removed of the context of the closest thing to infinity i can imagine, admittedly quite pleasant. there's sections of green that imply varying depth in tropical waters, although there is nothing at all beneath the surface of the water. sidebar: it's strange. the fog that comes from a beach like this would obviously ruin the pseudotropical atmosphere that i am here precisely because i crave, but its absence is jarring + wrong. testimony: sitting at the edge of the shore, strut pods hanging off the edge, is unsettling. the nausea it induces is novel enough i have tried not to overindulge testimony: i don't like the side with dunes nearly as much, but you have to admit it has the better view of the shore + its other inhabitants. the lawn chairs are alright, but i think i prefer sitting on a towel in the shade of a frond tree. testimony: now that i'm stationary, rather than drifting, i can hear the songs being played around me in full rather than simply catching sections of them. it will not surprise you to learn that it is primarily the works of the legendary jimmie bufett, but i've heard other tunes plucked out inexpertly on nearby ukeleles. that part i do recommend closing statement: this place helped me through something, + i will miss it. i hope i don't come back.
// hi guys there's not really a way to post this ic but. lore dropppp https://ellipsus.com/read/6wZWNTUIDhrBmJBG96coMn/a-supernova-or-whatever
// posting again but this time as plaintext instead of a link (the link has the right italics though if you care about that) If asked, Trycks — Filigree Hallowen, Esq., actually, unless you're encountering her in the uniquely casual environment of social media, or are one of its small handful of friends — is entirely willing to admit that there are things he doesn't know. Star is not particularly fond of the fact, but knowing literally everything is a blatantly impossible endeavor, and it would be a little silly to bluff about. Sev would, however, immediately add a caveat that she does know everything that particularly matters. Beyond the obvious bravado of the statement, even in a genuine enough mood to read that onto the record with a "just about" or "probably" thrown in there rather than a simply-stated point of order or smug disclaimer, there is a lingering understanding that this is (blatantly) impossible. But beneath that, at the innermost layer, Trycks (you may as well be one of its friends) thinks this is more true than not. It certainly feels true. Trycks knows just about everything there is to know about Troll Magic: the Gathering, everything that matters about practicing legislaceration in stars jurisdiction, and has all sorts of interesting trivia to share about all sorts of things… alright, maybe it would be more efficient to list things that matter that Trycks doesn't know. 1. There is a space station orbiting the surface of the harsh Alternian sun. The Alternian Empire has been conducting a series of expirements on a series of stars, but this was the most important for a list of reasons that someone unimportant had to notarize. The experiments themselves don't actually matter, but the fallout certainly does. 2. There is a reactor core on that station. This is where things get dicey. That reactor core uses the psionic energy of dozens of helmsmen to collect power from the sun's core and convert it into enriched uranium, which is then used to power the station and shipped to Imperial outposts on the homeplanet and every Violet-class vessel in the quadrant. 3. Two perigrees ago, this timeline split off from the Alpha timeline. For Trycks - who, let the record reflect, is agnostic to the concept of Sgrub and not very interested in it at all - this has had very minimal impact on sevens life. But some doomed timelines simply collapse and wither over time, and some go out with a bang. 4. Two perigrees ago, the firewall on the station systems broke down. This was the beginning of a chain of events that will lead to the premature death of every star in this universe, starting with the one orbited by Alternia. Even now, top scientists in a very discreet branch of the Imperial Fleet's Bureau of Astrophysics are trying to analyze the potential consequences the imminent first pseudo-supernova will have on the rest of the immediate surrounding galaxy. They're trying to find a version of events where the supernovae are containable, where not everything will be destroyed. Suicide rates among the Imperial Fleet's Bureau of Astrophysics have begun to spike, and will reach 87.5% in the coming sweep before stabilizing at a solid 30% up until the very end, when the last stragglers all get very drunk together on a meteor base with a perfect view. Per protocol, the Mother Grub has already been discreetly escorted off planet. Issuing the order to do so simultaneously felt like giving up and being completely naive. 5. Trycks, and everyone else on the planet of Alternia, has somewhere between six and twelve minutes left to live. Some will boil in the sopor of their recuperacoons, and most of those will awaken to feel it. Some are deep enough underwater or underground to survive the first several waves of overwhelming nuclear heat, but the planet itself will be entirely incinerated very shortly after. The atmosphere itself will catch ablaze, first, a fascinating visual spectacle for the handful of individuals with a good view from far enough away that they'll live long enough to see it. -- page break -- That list could stretch on much longer - Trycks would certainly prefer that if such a list be defined at all it at least ends at lucky number seven - but it's dishonest to, in the face of the end of all things, consider anything else at all to matter. The trolls who would leak any real information from the particularly discreet branch of the Bureau of Astrophysics are cut off at the pass and made an example of in front of their peers. Civilian astronomers, however, have also noticed the shift in color of the sun and what appears to be some type of rapid expansion. These civilians — hobbyists, really — have tried to warn other trolls out of the kindness of their pusher and in the desperate hope someone can prove them wrong. Well, Trycks knows better than to look at the sun, has never bothered to invest in the sort of equipment that would be required to do it safely, and trusts the Alternian Empire to at least vaguely have its people's best interests at heart. And the Empire has bee nsummarily and quickly executing the trolls spreading the rumors publicly, and their online presences are completely scrubbed within minutes. So it must be nothing. Star is trying not to worry about it. After all, really, if the sun was going to do something weird, surely she would know. Surely. Trycks is walking home from work. It took the train in tonight instead of driving, figuring that the weather was pleasant enough to warrant it. (The night is unseasonably bright, even this close to dusk). There are a handful of other people on the sidewalk, and most seem nervous in a way that Trycks quietly looks down on them for. She enjoys the last shred of dignity that star will ever feel as a living troll by straightening sevens back and hardening its face. Then the sky washes impossibly, blindingly blue, and there's no more room for denial. Or dignity. Or a brave face at the end. Only a belated, distant-seeming realization with no time to process it. Everyone dies alone, metaphorically. Trycks is about to do so iterally: staring up at the sky in numbness that gives way to abject horror, accompanied by nothing but the screams of the other nearby trolls trying to flee from the world around them. It stands stone-still in the cacophany as the surrounding trolls attempt to get indoors, underground, anywhere at all. There isn't time to get to his hive, or to anyone else's. Trycks, so rarely struck dumb, and perhaps never before this ever struck speechless, does not have the wherewithal of mind to open his palmhusk and say goodbye. To decide between texting as many loved ones as possible or focusing everything on calling just one. To do anything but stare through tears. Trycks looks up at the sky. Trycks looks up at the sky. Trycks looks up at the sky. It still doesn't feel real. Then she experiences warmth. Unpleasant, unnatural after a beautiful night of cool breezes. Then painful. Then very painful. Trycks looks up at the sky. Then those tears boil and his gazebulbs pop, burning the sockets with melted viscera. Things end pretty quickly after that.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒊⒊ — @cryhoundColortura Florid !!!!!! We interr↑t your Dashviewing to bring you a VERY SPECIAL SEGMENT for the Yaoi Fairy himself. I’ve never written BL, so feel free to THROW STUFF AT ME if it’s Bad. These characters are from Stillbody Festivity, which I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, FOR THE RECORD. But it’s pretty Vanilla from here. HERE WE GO: Morishige didn’t know how long he had been staring at the imperfections of the wall. A featureless, unassuming display, and yet he couldn’t help but peer at it like there were secrets in the offbeat scribble, the closest approximation of graffiti. At this point he’d even take the cracks for a message worth deciphering. Maybe it was that his mind was far more unwelcoming. It broached a face that made his pusher speed ↑. Even his name made his face burn with fluster. He and flushed feelings have never formally met, and yet he knew this feeling all too well. That blond bastard. It took him a while until he realized he was tracing the contours of his face into the table. His prong curled in protest. Kishinuma Yoshiki. “Hey.” The silence of the room was broken by an achingly familiar voice. He hadn’t even noticed someone entered. “You’re not busy, are you?” He turned to face the Man of the Hour. Kishinuma had his arms folded, but there was a striking, almost uncharacteristic gentleness to his face. Morishige echoed the motion like he had better things to do. “Why do you ask?” “Could we 🗨?” The words caught in his throat. His thoughts scrambled to predict the reason, a fruitless endeavor. “Sure.” Sakutaro said after an uncertain beat. “What’s bothering you this time?” Yoshiki leaned against the adjacent wall, prongs cushioning his atlas. And yet Morishige noticed the unshakable expression on his face. Akin to bad taste in his gaper, a visual discomfort that made him shuffle in place. It took him a while for him to spit something out. “Don’t look at me like that, damnit.” “... Sorry?” The nerd did an inward double take. “Whenever you look at me, it’s. I don’t [HONK]in’ know. It’s… it’s *intoxicating.*” “What are you going on about?” “Can you give me a second?!” “You’ve been hemming and hawing for three minutes already. I took you for the straightforward kind.” Morishige rested his chin on an open prong, watching him tauntingly. “Is it really that hard to–” “–I ♥ you, OKAY?!” The room fell dead silent. “In a red way. Is that what you wanted to hear? Huh? Damn, you’re desperate.” Yoshiki laughed pointedly, color rushing to his cheeks. He couldn’t dare look the other in the bulb. Morishige closed the proximity without thought. “Hey.” Sakutaro c↑ped his cheek, coaxing Yoshiki to face him. A mere touch made the jock frown in shame, hesitant to melt into the touch. “I knew you were reckless, but not *this* reckless. Running headlong into a confession is a fool’s gambit.” “Yeah,” the other huffed. “So what–-” The scene culminated with a sudden meeting of their lips. The two had their bulbs open, for differing reasons, before they settled in the taste of romance. The world seemed to slow, audience to their burgeoning affection. Colours exploded and danced around them in a cloying sweetness. Everything was rose. As they parted, they shared the same reaction. A swelling, drunken relief. “... does that answer your question?” Morishige mumbled in his spell of shock. But no answer was given. The two spent a while basking in the afterglow of the moment. It was nice. AND ✂!! THE END. I spent way too long figuring out how to ✎ this. Who knew Gander Grimzl could make fanfiction? I sure didn’t. *sweat!* Anyway, here’s the MAIN main course of the post. Unless this was all you were here for. In which you should probably see yourself out before we Nerd It ↑ in here. Let’s Take A Gander at Florid Nikimo! (CROWD CHEER!) The elusive Yaoi Fairy, the only one (⒈) on the platform. Florid is the embodiment of a GOOD TIME. Enthusiastic and friendly to almost all, he coaxes you to enjoy yourself and do what your PUSHER TELLS YOU TO. A number of his posts reflect that attitude: excitable, fun, if not FORWARD at times. He knows what he wants and will openly EXPRESS THAT through everything he does. A skill many people struggle to harness. I usually try to keep a user’s desires to a minimum but Florid’s affection is CENTRAL TO HIS CHARACTER. He has enough to keep a subgrub running, dare I say two (⒉)? He leads a simple life: post whatever’s on the pan, fall in ♥ with ideas and people, and try to inspire that in OTHERS, whether that be deliberate or just by being a Hatched Charmer. His natural aegyo is JUST SO REFRESHING! (CROWD WOW!) Like the noble barkbeast, he is a PROTECTOR AND SHEPHERD. And similar to the proactive beast, he cannot STAND STAGNANCY. I surmise a part of himself is constantly on the run like a daring wanderluster. He loses himself in flushred stories where people are unabashedly eating face (or ‘out’ #suggestive), in places where he can root for his friends, and even in his MIND, where it’s probable he runs laps like chasing tail. He is always on the move, figuratively or literally. Call his excitability overindulgence, but what’s so ✕ about being selfish sometimes? He has enough care for Everybody. There’s a likely chance this behavior stems from a “YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE” mindset. He anticipates everyone (⒈) to RETURN THE FAVOR. However, this demeanor creates frustration and even desperation in places it isn’t reciprocated. That is to say, he is MAJORLY AFFECTION-★VED. Not that he doesn’t receive enough. It’s that he can’t GET enough of it. He functions off of care like an old locomotive that craves coal, LOTS OF IT. It’s not necessarily bad——after all, everyone craves to be ♥d——but circling back to the focality of affection, he needs it LEAGUES more than the average troll. Without it, he reaches stagnancy, idleness that isn’t of his own volition. And I think that’s what he dislikes the most——being alone. Florid takes to his platform like an emotional mask. Sure, he’s especially open about his outer emotions, but his inner emotions are difficult to Get Ahold Of. Something tells me there’s a lot he keeps under wraps, and a part of himself that shies away from others. Usually when I ✎ these there’s some aspect I hinge off and posture as a piece of evidence, but with Florid, it’s especially harder to discern. Perhaps it’s Deliberate to be that way, his truths cleverly pushed under layers ↑on layers of Enthusiasm. Maybe it's an unevidenced conjecture, but I believe a fear takes mount deep inside like a pit in the tract. “Maybe I’m being too much; should I tone it ↓; what if They Don’t Like Me?” may be common statements in his mind. He can become self-conscious and even paranoid when unaccompanied. A pervading challenge for the nurturing kind. You choose kindness in a world where it’s scarce. Like a wise Badge once told me, it’s the bravest thing you can be. You recover it in the PEOPLE AROUND YOU, comforting them where it’s needed, and going on the offence where it’s challenged. But a major part of your kindness is in the fact you need it returned to feel like a worthy person. There’s so much to go around, and some of that should go to YOU. That’s why I think we should do more to APPRECIATE YOU. As the onlooker watching you take on the world with enthusiasm, you’re a sparkling jewel that everyone else adores. Please keep being yourself. Just know this: each and every layer of yourself is all the more reason to be appreciated. You are an experience to be celebrated. (CROWD AWW!) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: SYLPH OF HEART? Truly attuned to the power of PASSION, INSTINCT AND ROMANCE. Urges others to believe in themself. The most empathetic person you might ever Meet On Here. His apotheculler nature also brings me to this conclusion; he actively chooses to heal those around him, physically OR emotionally.) Make sure you give Florid a BIG BIG BIG FOLLOW. If you’re reading this, I’m glad you stuck around Until The End. Like, seriously. THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #yaoi #floridyoureawesome #keepbeingyou #noonecanstealtheapothecullersthunder