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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
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. •:)
So long doesn't have to mean Goodbye. It could also be a compliment for a Snake. (Or an Eel. Wink! @abyssalAttachment)
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!
NEWS: P↑pies is been renamed to "Dog Larvae". Everyone (⒈) is Happy aboit this.
Peter
I am Chopped but I am Kind.
I've got that DOG in me. *curls ↑ on the ground* *★ts whimpering*