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For legal purposes, this is a joke.
What is this country and why are all the coolest Lalondes from it.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒌ — @bummelBoogie Nyrita. (Just Nyrita!) HEADS (AND PANTS) ↑: though there isn’t anything NECESSARILY NSFW in this FEATURE, we will be Discussing #pailing-plus-coital-psychology (#well-its-more-sociology-here) and #quasiintimate-flushed-romances. Unpunny Jokes, too. If that isn’t your Party of Lusting People, I suggest you use your hands for better things… Like scrolling ↓ to the post beneath mine. I’m sure it’s Good. Great, even. (I hope!) Eyyyy (⒎⒎⒎⒎), what’s ↑ Chittr. We’re back at it with another Digital Panpeep, so let’s get → into it! This one (⒈) is Surely A Doozy. Let’s Take A Gander at Nyrita! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD HMM…) (CROWD THINKING; I could make a terrible joke here, but I’ll save it for the rest of the post!) I’d like you to Imagine Chittr as a Bustling Cafe for a second with me: idle chatter in abundance, a coffee for your troubles, a Stage rife with Life Announcements, lyricposts, etcetera. You’ve got your Big Bads on the ←, your Critics on the →, and camaraderie all around you. OK, now imagine Nyrita being a majoregular at this Cafe. She’s a face you just CANNOT MISS. SERIOUSLY. At an outside glance, you fall for the Image she’s constructed for herself: she’s laid-back, casual, flirty, friendly regardless, and has quite a Lot to say about… (well, you’ll just have to See For Yourself). A bringer of FUN AND PLEASURE, she has a prong in hosting the wipely SICK NASTY SUNDAY. She knows her activity and takes Pride in the LIFE (or I guess HEART) she’s BREATHED into the platform. Which is to say, it’s easy to assume that’s all there is to her: Porn Without Plot, as a Wise Collective Archive would paint her as. Uncommonly, a Guide to the Game. (I implore you to check out her LANDWALKING CONTENT, it's quite Interesting!) What mostly sets Nyrita apart from other Chittrers, content aside, is the fact that she actively subverts the SOCIAL PARADIGM. Particularly, she undermines the idea that you’re meant to have one (⒈) partner per Quadrant along with the pressures that accompany it. She encourages you to ♥ WHO you want, WHEN you want, and really enjoy yourself beyond Obligation. Those societal pressures mean nix because they’re intangible to her (those rules ultimately are), and as it stands, she exists on an entirely different plane to Alternia. As a social actor, Nyrita answers to HERSELF ONLY, perhaps her partners to boot, but it falls ↓ to her wants. This is a thing of CONJECTURE, but I believe Nyrita suggestively posts and performs as a form of PATHOLOGICAL ESCAPISM. It’s easier to indulge in those desires than to engage with the nature of her Identity. She, evidently, grapples with the Dread and Stagnancy that comes from what I can assume to be the PRODUCTS OF THE GAME. It’s that Equilibrium that draws her to a life of HEDONISM, aiming for what gratifies her the most over all else. This was likely exacerbated by the Game. Getting Desensitized from SGRUB isn’t anything Out of The Ordinary, especially from a game that expects everything around you to Die before you Win. As an inherent DESTROYER of her aspect (Bard of Heart), it’s only anticipated to assume this mindset of movement and thrill-seeking, if only to ESCAPE FROM HERSELF. With that, you find that her greatest enemy is her APATHY; she harbors more of it than you’d Expect the Certified ♥rlady to. She’s been destroyed and rebuilt so many times that she’s been habituated to a Variety of topics and choices, death and violence included. Though infrequent, Nyrita is very much capable of causing Destruction in her wake, to FLIP ON A DIME from sweet and approachable to a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. When you pry beyond the surface, it’s revealed how much she struggles to get Intimate, to CARE to an extent most people yearn for. It leaves much to be Desired. You find this is most prevalent with her relationships. If you Take a Gander at the Diagram on the NEXT PAGE (Sternberg’s Triangle of ♥, which covers red romances to be exact), you’ll find that her relationships fall between PASSION AND INTIMACY, or FATUOUS ♥. In this context, PASSION is an intense, emotionally charged, and physically magnetic connection defined by deep desire and strong feelings, while COMMITMENT is the capacity to dedicate oneself (⒈self) to a partner. INTIMACY, however, is the connectedness and proximity of a relationship, which may become difficult to achieve in relationships that likely take root in coital pleasures as a REQUISITE. Nyrita is used to the Tommy-rapidfire Lust without emotions of a Fling on the Wipely. To a large extent, these relationships are considered ‘PURE’, in which they only exist so each partner can Squeeze as many benefits from them as possible. Things fall apart when they begin to Lose that NOVELTY, perhaps revealing additional facets to Nyrita that she tries to bottle ↑. This is an issue in the pursuit of forging meaningful relationships, not necessarily because she doesn’t WANT to pursue any Connection, but because it can become taxing to. Overcoming her apathy to achieve this intimacy is among her greatest challenges. She’s ↑ in arms with the definitions of her own CLASS, inherently destructive in nature. Ultimately, she is trying to put the effort in to feel like a PERSON, to be more than a Destroyer. But is it enough for *her*? TA-DA, the part where I 🗨 about you TO you! I think what’s important is that you are trying to forge those meaningful relationships, you’re trying to give things PURPOSE. You’re trying to give yourself purpose amidst this. You know you can’t reverse the clock and fix what you have broken, the things that BROKE around you, but you push forward anyway. The progress has been evident, but is it really healthy to cope this way? Have you ever sat ↓, REALLY sat ↓, to reflect on WHO YOU ARE? To relegate yourself to Your Girl, Nyrita denies you the → to be simply Nyrita Surname. And you deserve to be more than this. So are you truly happy where you are? As far as I can tell, you're CERTAINLY HAPPY, PLEASURED, and yet you still have some things to work out. Feelings and Sensations are Temporary. Identity, changing, lasts forever. But the best part among all of this is that you won’t have to do this Alone. PLEASE SEE: STERNBERG’S TRIANGLE OF ♥ THEORY, THE ‘PURE RELATIONSHIP’, APATHY/INDIFFERENCE, HABITUAL DESENSITIZATION, ♥ VS. LUST, INTERCOURSE AS A WAY TO AVOID TRAUMA, EVASIVE MANEUVERING, 🗨 THERAPY. (CLASSPECT: BARD OF HEART! https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/coolchat.gif Shadows and Mirrors her ASPECT. Has made most of the progress required to best the Bard’s Plight. Trying to feel something in the grand scheme of a world that has come crashing ↓ far too many times, waging a war against her own indifference. This is the easiest way to do so.) https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/meow.png Wowie Zowie. SO YEAH, GIVE NYRITA A FOLLOW, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE (⒈)! #gandertag #sorrynyrita #ilikeyou #nyritaneedsahug #wowiezowie
lmao same i was afbc (assigned fuchsiablood by callie) back when we wer makin my trollsona lol p effin ironic considerin my long history w fish bitches i know
Wh★tever, bottom of l★ke sleep time.
also i think everyone is too mean to spam as a food product. Spam is perfectly fine. It's not fancy or anything but it does what it says it does, and it says its meat in a can. And its not even like, Gross! It's fine!
when did my kult hit 10000
Lots of weakness on the dash (people going to bed).
8=l < There are certain aspe% of SGRUB that I miss 8=l < Namely early game 8=l < Messing with my friends' hives, moving things in their environment, helping them with their quests, watching through the viewports 8=l < Made me feel part of something important
Im gonna bu2t into 2om3 whi2ky and 2tar watch. How ar3 yall 2p3nding th3 r32t of your night?
꧁from what i understand that can be rude!꧂
for everyone who notices, which im sure is a lot of people. i don't try to do speech pattern matchies on PURPOSE! it is a habit i have tried to kick in fact but i have failed so far.
i gueeeeeeeesssssssss.
Sleep nice
buenas, rosie :)
aw, bye rose!
~OH~NO~DONT~WORRY~I~THINK~IT~LOOKS~GREAT~
Thank you for the advice. I will see what I can do even if it is little by little.
I'm struggling to commit as stupid as that sounds.
that hour of night. time for depravity!
I'm Into Biting Personally #suggestive
▲found more references▼
aNOTHER SUCCESSFUL, #tAVROStUESDAY, wHERE NOTHING WENT WRONG, aND ONLY GOOD TH1NGS HAPPENED, i W1LL SEE YOU ALL, nEXT WIPE!
you can play on your phone in bed for a little bit but put it on night mode
self-care beam. FULL POWER.
8=l < I am starting to be able to understand the words of songs I liked previously 8=l < Learning English is doing wonders for my psyche 8=l < Bad Romance is fascinating 8=l < Part of it is not even English and I didn't realize
꧁A bunch of kings in colors being mentioned. Idontreallycare. Matespritcraftian horror is kind of lame꧂
I mean like... 70 percent or so, probably.
꧁#Vesicupdate Better at chewing. Training with Licorice.꧂
It's truly for the best that we not analyze how I'm browsing the site right now.
Everybody watch out. I'm about to perform a dangerous maneuver. I got chili cheese fries togo but they didnt give me a fork and i didnt notice until I got situated in my room. So I'm going in HANDS-MODE.
i mean, she aint wrong shrimp r quite literally the cucarachas of the seas
https://i.postimg.cc/TPS7VJY9/Untitled295-20260510053414.png I see her. I saw you. You were perfect, just as two. Rejoice. You saved us all. Rejoice. You took our fall. Rejoice. You ignore my call. Rejoice. My lady in the sun. #cw-unsettling (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/bvtnDxG3/Untitled295-20260510060415.png Your lady in the sun. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/JzYnv2yC/Untitled296-20260510140149.png ( OOC: #ic-vent #generallysad ) Then I think of her like this. Capable. Protecting. Nurturing. I think of how it felt to be in her arms, how she would rush to school to pick me up on the worst days of first grade, when I felt so homesick I would cry. And I miss it. Sometimes I wish I could see her one last time. I wouldn't want to say a word. All of the mistakes, the misery, the ire and the regrets - I would let it fall by the wayside. Just for her to hold me before she has to go again. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/D0TRHb3W/Untitled317.png @carbonatedCaravanserai Back on that grind. The connoisseur of carbonation. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/Hx9JRxS6/Untitled318-20260517173012.png I hope to see you there. And I hope you don't see me there. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/HWvfGCr2/Untitled319-20260517191338.png @cryhoundColortura Starting on the requested ones now. I'm a very big fan of your entire vibe. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/xd99q7BR/Untitled320.png @exuberantArchivist You were next. I like your hair. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/WbQvyPJh/BURAIS-20260519182419.png @tentativelyTenebrous I see that you are currently taking a leave. You were next in the queue, so I hope this is something nice to come back to. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/brT4RXHN/VINNIK.png @incendiaryRapscallion I told you. You're next. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/5tnkRcXz/image-2026-05-20-052620152.png @tenebrificTermagant I lied about taking a break. I wanted to draw my username sibling first. Now I take a break. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/k5jsNXPp/image-2026-05-21-031723902.png @apocalypseArisen#3658 I didn't forget about you, don't worry. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/wvRqwT36/image-2026-05-21-045150429.png Something more personal for the late night, when most are asleep. She will never see this. She has no interest in this site. Our parting was mutual. When I was young, I latched onto her like anyone would latch to all they had. She was sweet. She was loving. She was interested. I will never doubt that what we had was genuine. But we were all we had. Once we got to Earth C, we realized we were together because of that. That wasn't fair to either of us. So we decided we would split, see if what we had was real or if we only had it because there were no other options. She is happy. I know she is. I regret it. (( #rosessketchbook ))
https://i.postimg.cc/PrPhJ3bz/image-2026-05-21-194638731.png This request was pushed to the front of the line because the requester refused to not pay for it. I have no idea how she got access to my e-mail to electronically transfer me money, or why the banking application I use can convert Alternian caegars into Earth C's standard currency. But here's "OZA-TAP's Finest". (She told me to call it that.) @resplendentCandour @dedicatedEscritoire (( #rosessketchbook ))
@megaloMemes Hopping back on the saddle, starting with everyone's first follower. (( #rosessketchbook ))
@glitteringAcuity I love your name. (( #rosessketchbook ))
@twinArmaggetfucked Your turn. I hope you enjoy. And good luck with your self destructive 200 follower goal. (( #rosessketchbook ))
@cationicAgonist I hope the reduced form isn't taken as an insult. I wanted to focus on making it look interesting over scope this time. This just, in my mind of minds, felt like something that was appropriate. Tagged for the implications. (( #rosessketchbook ))
Worse by the light. (( #rosessketchbook ))
Do you think she smiles down at me from up there? Or do you think she frowns, full of remorse and regret? Do you think she remembers me at all? (( #rosessketchbook ))
One more for tonight. Something experimental. To express something I often feel the migraines try to tell me. That something is happening. (( #rosessketchbook ))
Getting back into the swing of things. @aspiringPessimist You were a personal addition to my list I meant to do way back when. #rosessketchbook
Ahem. I bet you thought my brief return would not come with a second update to #rosessketchbook Don't you look like a fool now. @chillerAficionado @audaciousConfident Hello.
youd be a fancy tart dont talk about yourself like that
bringing out the tea party set along with homemade scones so we can gossip about fake drama cause i wanna
⛧chains + heavy boots + belt of knives ive never felt this comfortable while also being this heavy.⛧
Let's get me in the ring at #FightNight.
B33 < Mew really don't know the comfort of being a sprite with legs the big stretch is INSANE
:33 < i am an apex purredator, i can fight supurr well!! :33 < i am purretty hard to kill actmewally :33c
It's kind of a broken power set if you know how to use it. Passive is a misnomer.
Swish swish swish... <- sound of m'skirt swishin'. Heeheehee
Long-range sniper rifle weapon-glitched to swap with a cue stick. The gun doesn't have any sights because it reads wielder intent and teleports the bullet directly into anything they can see. I'm a Seer of Space. You can see the advantage there.
My Love Life Is Something I'm Sure Most Of You Will Not Be Apart Of, You Don't Need The Details On Any Of My Quads Though To Indulge It This Once They Are Indeed Empty
Sorry I wanted to brag
Ah yes, the mystery of my new life has 8een revealed.
Less recently, probably resurrecting @arachnidsGuidance
Lord of Doom. Most recently. Uhhh... I made a little black hole in the palm of my hand to throw at my friend during a spar.
▲kinda wish chittr had a group chat option▼
taking my hormones mixed with peanut butter >:)
Well, that really is too funny to ruin by elaborating!
Idly drinking and masturbating certainly is one way to spend the night. Most likely shouldn't share this but I don't have the shame right now. #substances #nsfw
Midnight City Jazz will always 8e there when one needs them the most.
// Posting her ref here just so I have it on site ignore me https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Tumblr_l_61703297626253.jpg https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Tumblr_l_61705599512763.jpg https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Tumblr_l_61712851139270.jpg https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Tumblr_l_61715531251822.jpg https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Untitled5_20260819204310.png https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/Untitled73_20260819204935.png
@imJunior Junior, good friend. (Is that too personable? You seem like you've got plenty of friends.) I'm looking to do some spring cleaning, get the profile a little neatened up as I handle some career moves. Do you think it would be possible to obtain the two badges "Terminated Save" and "Diamonds Droog.(sic)"? They seem the best fitting.
I can honestly say I didn't see this coming. After all, I'm no Seer. ::::)
Went tø słeep at a reasønabłe høur. “Dreamt” øf a singer’s dramatic death at the hands øf their øwn audience. The søund was ałł a wash but the screams came thrøugh cłear. It wasn’t even an act øf małice; everyøne simpły wanted their øwn łittłe piece tø keep. Untił they were nøthing but unrecøgnizabłe pułp. Tø their ?credit? the band kept płaying.
Junior CAN badge! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
To My Knowledge We Have Not, Though I Just Got Here So Who Really Knows
// Does it squeak when you walk is pissing me off so bad (I say playfully) her red dress is latex it literally does
Horrors beyond my comprehension? Ye★h. ★ lot of things ★re. Get in line.
Hee! True enough.
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
I Personally Enjoy Being A Complex Mess That No One Gets Any Details On Until I Allow Them Too
()-().----. . \"/` ___ ;________.' ` ^^ ^^ Dude... Did you just squeak before being squoken to...? Junior will badge you anyway. Why? Well, you see... , . (_ ) _ )_ _(_ ( ) ( ) This badge is on the mouse! "-oo-" "o^o" =\/= =.=
I should maybe be concerned about how quickly I got that follow back.
I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask.
Love is the ache in your head every time the beating of your heart sings out the glorious hymns of infatuation. Love tears at your mind and rips your body to a miasma of red and the putrid stench of longing.
I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only god to cry now.
The twin suns peak on mid-day and carcosa lays before you. Do not deny the beautiful words echoing in the caverns of your skull, and embrace the mask as it holds you hostage in a prison of your own self-doubt.
၄⋆၃ felttt xuteee :)))))) xutest xennox i know #xennoxsphotoalbum
// Squeaking of the fleshpit her planet is based on it, Pitfalls and Heraldry is a giant pulsing mass full of holes (sometimes stuffed with sharp teeth like protrusions) it's more often than not infected with plague and rotting from the inside #Gross idk By eliter56k https://file.garden/agS5WwzKlhVH5a2r/IMG_0778.png.jpg
It could mean anything. Though my money is on a tawdry joke being mistaken for an advance of some sort. I attempted to punch down on another Rose, and wound up throwing a wild haymaker that only seemed to connect haphazardly and to limited efficacy. Such is the woe and weal of random social dealings and encounters.
Narrating A Good Story Can Always Be Enjoyable, Hard To Find A Good Audience However
Safe to say i am... exhausted.
You get it.
The mask of self-deception was not longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself, and when day broke the mask fell back again of its own accord.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] an0ther c0|0ur. ttake tthe indig0 0f midnight. pu|| tthe ztrandz 0f it tthr0ugh y0ur fingerz. zeperate tthem and rem0ve tthe kn0tz. card tthr0ugh tthem carefu||y. fee| h0w tthe c0|0ur humz at tthe baze 0f y0ur zku|| az y0u ttwizt tthem back tt0gether. tthe tthread wi|| zing. it zingz 0f tthe zi|ver 0f ztee| c|azhing. 0f tthe way a fire crack|ez and warmz y0u. it z0undz tthe way h0t ch0c0|ate with y0ur bezt friend ttaztez. az y0u |izten. weave tthe tthread int0 a b|anket. azk tth0ze ar0und y0u tt0 he|p. tthe c0|0ur iz z0ft. it iz tthe zi|ence 0f |0ne|inezz. tthe depth 0f zpace when n0 0ne iz tthere tt0 hear y0u. tthe zcream 0f a w0r|d tthat fai|z y0ur mem0ry. it iz haunting. tthe weight 0f it iz c0mf0rtab|e. it zett|ez eazi|y ar0und y0ur zh0u|derz. and whizperz ab0ut what y0u have |eft behind. #pazca|zc0|0urz #pazca|zc0|0rz #p0etry [END MESSAGE]
2 b fair, the whiny LE accounts aint even close 2 being the worst thing out there but im sure ur gonna b fine lol
[BEGIN MESSAGE] z0metimez i d0 enj0y tthe am0unt z0me 0f y0u zhare ab0ut y0urze|vez. h0wever. p|eaze be carefu|. #vaguep0zting [END MESSAGE]
don't worry about lonely steve. he just wants someone stupid enough to pop by and give him a potential way out.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] quezti0nz azked bef0re everything g0ez d0wnhi||. [END MESSAGE]
3833 < T)(is is me by t)(e way ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
I once considered myself close to my Lord. I believed myself a calming influence, a trusted advisor and even a…friend. Someone who could guide and direct him for his own benefit. And his existence and narrative weight brought comfort to me, a sign that my purpose was truly absolute. That it mattered. Both assumptions have been long since dashed, of course. No puppet can be truly close to their puppeteer. At most, entertaining Tous, at least, tools. Any belief otherwise is delusion. And every puppet’s dark spot of delusion will be cleared away in the end, as all dark spots tend to do. *Every* puppet’s delusion.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] imagine a red. n0t tthat 0ne. c|0zer tt0 p0ppiez. n0t quite. m0re |ike a cherry. tthat 0ne iz c|0ze. maybe it iz c|0zer tt0 a p0megranate. tthere y0u g0. y0u are at tthe ztart n0w. add tthe b|00d|uzt 0f war. f0|d int0 it tthe adrena|ine 0f tthe fight. tthen mix in tthe fear 0f |0zz and tthe bravery 0f |0ve. ttake y0ur mixture and give it tt0 z0me0ne e|ze. a||0w tthem tt0 add ttheir underztanding 0f y0u. y0u wi|| tthen need tt0 prezz tthiz c0|0ur int0 tthe crackz 0f y0ur heart. it wi|| n0t fix tthe gapz. but it wi|| zett|e in. and cement itze|f. and f0r a whi|e. y0u might fee| rea|. when tthiz fee|ing fadez. y0u wi|| have tt0 begin tthe pr0cezz again. #pazca|zc0|0urz #pazca|zc0|0rz #p0etry [END MESSAGE]
[BEGIN MESSAGE] we wi|| ztart with tthe purp|e 0f fear. 0f r0ya|tty. 0f c0mmand. pu|| it be|0w tthe zurface. make it z0 dark y0u fee| tthe tthrum in y0ur chezt. z0 bright tthat y0ur earz ring. a h0||0w and ech0ing z0und tthat |eavez tthe w0r|d zi|ent. zink int0 tthe c0mf0rt 0f it. |et it b|anket y0u. fee| tthe weight 0f it zett|e in y0ur b0nez. tthe energy 0f it c0urzing tthr0ugh y0ur veinz. z|0w and waiting. tthiz c0|0ur |urkz in tthe deep. d0 n0t prezume y0u can 0utrun it. #pazca|zc0|0urz #pazca|zc0|0rz [END MESSAGE]
sometimes i come across a version of someone else here and im like damn how come yall got the cool one and other times other times im like nah no thanks im good with mine
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒋ — @jovialMerryment Vanity Kerfuf MOTHER[HONK]ING WARNING: This Creature Meetcha will Feature discussions of #mirthfulfaith, #religion, #abitofsubstances, #violence, #taxohemonalysis, #cognitivebiases(?) #maybe, and #CLOWNS. Don’t like clowns…? *gulp!* I warn you not to look ↓, because there’s a Really Scary One (⒈) at the bottom of this Post. Rhyming time, don’t call it a Crime And if you do, don’t blame the Mime I’m not a mime, but I sure can Try ……………………………… (This Is Me Trying) (OK this sucks I’ll stop) Believe it or not, this is my FIRST (⒈st) ever time analyzing someone of the MIRTH. I’ve got QUITE a bit to say, so let’s get → to business. Let’s Take A Gander at Vanity Kerfuf! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD HONK) (CROWD GLUB) (CROWD GLUBHONK) Vanity is an eccentric and curious troll who’s quite different from what you’d expect from your High-Pillow ↑pity Schm↑pity Nobleblood Glareotype. By this, I mean Vanity is unabashedly a FOLLOWER OF THE MIRTH, a typically Purple occurrence, though it isn’t uncommon to see. Rather than completely forgoing the traits of her VIOLET BLOOD, she’s engaged in a curious kind of CASTE SYNCRETISM, merging both cultures into something she proudly calls her own. The clownfish variant, as she calls it. Vanity is joyful, outgoing, and active in her Clownmmunity, glubhonking (double dipping) her way through Living Life to the Fullest—even if she Knows it’s Bound to End. More on this SHORTLY. But first, a sudden ← turn? This’ll make more sense in a bit, I promise. Rhyming is a tool used to add emotional depth and memorability to our writing. In laytroll’s terms, rhymes scratch that itch in our pans. It makes you say “oh YEAH, those sound/look REALLY NICE TOGETHER——I’m excited, more, please!” But if you want to get NERDY BIRDY about it, rhymes reveal the integration of visual/aural cues in our reward and emotion circuits: when we SEE a rhyme, we receive a small jolt of dopamine! This actually rings true in music cognition as well——anticipated chord resolutions often give us a CHILL OF CONTENTMENT, significantly reduces activity in areas of the pan that cause conflict and discomfort, and again, BOOSTS THAT DOPAMINE. Vanity likely uses RHYMES in her cadence to elicit satisfaction from a LOCAL SOURCE, the simple joy in using rhymes aside. Her choice of faith despite her uncommon caste connotes a level of AUTONOMY, a decision to assume the faith rather than being indoctrinated into it under cultural NORMS. Conversion in itself is a rather gradual process that’s forged under many social and cultural interactions. A BIT OF CONJECTURE HERE, but Vanity had likely experienced a CRISIS before turning to Subjuggulatorism. (I find it hard to believe she was brought ↑ in the faith——demographic statistics say it’s UNLIKELY.) Religion fulfills the innermost needs of the person, ↑holding a sense of EQUILIBRIUM in the mind. This pursuit of mirth works in tandem with a search for PURPOSE (i.e. questing), for a way to quell the rowdy mind and bring substance to existence. That is to say, Vanity has likely picked the subjuggulator faith to satisfy those unconscious desires. Vanity is unafraid to express (or, well, IMPLY) her Violent Actions. If we Take A Gander at our SOCIETY, this isn’t NECESSARILY NEW, but violence under the faith is viewed in a DIFFERENT LIGHT. The core of our MIRTH views violence like an art, a carriage of duty, than a robbery of a life. Like bringing a paintbrush to a canvas, the weapon is an agent of illustration, too; each death unto the troll is just a proclamation of a Faith, a message to the Messiahs. This can be said about her active use of SUBSTANCES, invoking Vividly Disoriented Spinning Sensations just to feel closer to her religion. Aside from the DESENSITISATION brought from living so brutally, Vanity’s levity has relegated her to just this——OBEYING FAITH AND STAYING PIOUS. Allowing faith to consume every step of your life is a Class Phenomenon, snowballing into a numbness, arguably, as your contact with reality is reduced to following rules and spreading the word of the saints. I wouldn’t want to FOIST DIAGNOSES ON PEOPLE, but participation to the point where it SATURATES YOUR PUBLIC *AND* PRIVATE LIFE is something that should be Ruminated On. As we take a look at her HABITS AND BEHAVIORS, we find that all of these traits are a deliberate hijacking of one’s reward system, a way to accessibly and quickly feel JOY. Obviously this isn’t exclusive to Vanity alone, but there’s a sort of indulgence you can’t help but ignore, especially as it floods every Syntax and Semantic. Without this constant pursuit, only DEATH remains. She knows her place in the GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS: an artisan of death and a courier of a greater message. Moreover, VANITY KNOWS SHE WON’T LIVE FOREVER. She longs to die in a Beautiful Way and join the Dark Carnival with open arms, singing her eventual undoing like the greatest Honor of All. It’s safe to say that Vanity actively engages in HEDONISM, that need to keep the mind busy, if only to create meaning in who she is on the inside. This even boils ↓ to her choice of RHYMES to bring joy to her very cadence——it’s a way to forge pith in the person. Though it’s hard to notice at first, Vanity struggles with the IMPETUS OF HER BEING. Finding a reason to live is what we all grapple with regardless of where you stand. To the Brain Gamers, we’d fit her view on life and death into an APPROACH FRAMEWORK category, a more accepting way of looking at your self-schema, your mortality (though the latter is, again, fueled by religious overconsumption). Yay! The part where I 🗨 ABOUT YOU, TO YOU: you look to be doing well enough on your own. I’m HAPPY FOR YOU! As far as I can tell, you’re doing EVERYTHING ✓✓✓. But beyond this, what IS a Vanity (Proper Noun)? You are Jovial, you are Merry, and you pull all the stops to follow the Faith. Who are you when the lights are shut off, when the people aren’t watching you? These are a co↑le of LOADED QUESTIONS, so take your time to unwind and THINK ABOUT IT. You’re quite an interesting Specimen, though. I’d have to keep my Bulb on you. *wink!* (CROWD WOW!) PLEASE SEE: HEMOSYNCRETISM*, THE PSYCHOLOGY OF RELIGION, RELIGION AS A SOCIAL INSTITUTION, RAMBO’S INTEGRATIVE MODEL (& accompanying theories), THE PSYCHOLOGY OF SUBSTANCE USE/ADDICTION, APPROACH ACCEPTANCE TO MORTALITY (Psychological Framework), RECONSTRUCTION OF THE SELF-SCHEMA, DESTRUCTION OF THE SELF-SCHEMA(?) (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: WITCH OF BLOOD? Bends the rules of her own blood, CASTE OR OTHERWISE. Spontaneous and untethered. Artistic in every direction of life. Lives by her own rules and seeks to enjoy herself. We all live on Borrowed Time, so enjoy it while it lasts!) SOOO. YEAH. BE SURE TO FOLLOW VANITY, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #glubhonk #glub #honk #hi
In the mood to 8ulge down a human girl until she can 8arely think. #nsfw
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im so full of little pastries
I’m fond of the night, and the rain. Sun and blue skies lack much appeal. The light has always been the enemy. The other side.
i am the smith's daughter, evading the heat of the forge only in the brief moments between tasks. the cool air outside is a boon enhanced only by the knowledge that i have more heat and toil ahead of me. perhaps i stray further, stepping out to see if the fruit stall has been picked clean.
many such cases! :D
bratcodin yoshellf live on the dashboard
[themanintheCairoovercoat has accidentally destroyed the Cairo Overcoat’s on board computer.]
i should say hi to my kanaya sometime.
im staring at you with my big unsettling eyes
im still not hearing a please!
:33 < meowrailegence isnt just furriends but pawslo trying to claim its one spurrcific type of relationship is missing the point too :33 < pale is a way to describe how mew f33l about somepawdy that many find mewsful :33 < and how mew expurress that is betw33n mew and mewr meowrail
[BEGIN MESSAGE] an0ther c0|0ur. we ztart by imagining tthe 0range 0f a ttangerine. give it tthe ttazte 0f tthe fee|ing 0f y0ur chezt ttightening in fear. add tthe c0|0ur 0f midnight and tthe c00|nezz 0f wind at tthe back 0f y0ur neck. it iz tthe warmth 0f a zafe zpace and tthe zting 0f betraya|. it iz acid at tthe back 0f y0ur tthr0at and if y0u |00k at it wr0ng it makez y0ur head buzz. tthiz c0|0ur humz a me|0dy tthat z0undz |ike tthe ttazte 0f batteriez. it iz a warning and a we|c0me a|| at 0nce. #pazca|zc0|0urz #p0etry [END MESSAGE]
i m1ss zabrak 38/ fight night gonna go down in history like the breakfast club. and im writing a sequel so keep em peepers open #indaworks #checkit #zabrakwouldbeproud
i floop the pig.
I could pull this fit off btw.
Oh sh★rk plushie we're re★lly in it now.
[BEGIN MESSAGE] an0ther c0|0ur dezcripti0n bef0re i g0. tthiz 0ne beginz az an icy b|ue. it iz c0|d and tthiz c0|dnezz makez it zharp. picture it az a fr0zt tthat creepz up y0ur veinz. tthen me|tt it with tthe heat 0f y0ur breath. it g0ez fr0m zharp and c0|d tt0 z0mething z0ft tthat runz d0wn y0ur back. y0u fee| it rez0nate. it f0|dz itze|f ar0und y0u and whizperz in y0ur ear ab0ut tthe p|acez y0u c0u|d g0. it ttaztez |ike tthe z0und 0f a be|| tt0||ing. z0undz |ike tthe zcent 0f zeaf0am. zme||z 0f tthe zharp vertig0 tthat y0u get fr0m ztanding at tthe edge 0f a c|iff and |00king d0wn. y0u kn0w tthat if y0u get c|0zer tt0 it y0u wi|| dr0wn in it. #pazca|zc0|0urz #h0rr0r in caze [END MESSAGE]
felt thing seems stupid i probably won't be there :p
who is casper for that matter... :o
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
Do you need a chart?
((i'm p sure that's just canon my guy lol 🥲 https://i.imgur.com/q5I25a4.png
Gilg★mesh.
everyones always "i support womens wrongs" until im actually wronging them
write me letters ink on paper i'm so mixed up i could cry what's your secret? i can keep it i can keep it till i die!
rolling up to a villain and undercutting his speech by starting my own "we're SO different you and i" speech.
oral fixation kinda night.
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
Diamonds Droog.
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒉ — @quadraticAutomatic Fours (⒋s) I’ve done it! I’ve bested the terrible blight of ✎R’S BLOCK… *looks at calendar* *it’s been like two (⒉) wipes I think* [HONK]!! (CROWD SOBBING) Hello Folks, Gamers, Gagglegang, etcetera etcetera. Sorry for sitting on my Rump doing nothing but Chitting stuff like a… blegh….. Person… BUT I am happy to say I am BACK and Ready to YAP. (If you see me slacking off again, you have the → to scream at me in my comments.) Anywhom, without further ado, let’s Take A Gander at Fours (⒋s)! (CROWD CHEER!) (CROWD WAVING) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR SECOND PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR THIRD PRONG) (CROWD WAVING WITH THEIR Wait A Second We Don’t Have Four Prongs) (Where did the Third) (What?) Fours (⒋s) is learning how to live. Her posts, from the beginning, tell a STORY of learning and growing into her anatomy of a Troll. She is kind, albeit socially awkward (maladroit), and she is trying her best to acclimate to the OUTSIDE WORLD. They are working to OVERCOME their fears and their words, often lacking the diction to describe what they want/feel/need. Namely, she has been working steadily at a diary to practice expressing those feelings and reducing the mental clutter swamping her mind. She keeps ↑ a stable system, Chitting to PRACTICE SOCIAL BEHAVIORS, and constantly stepping out of her comfort zone to 🗨 to all the friends she’s made. There’s even a BADGE in their honor. (Between you, me, and the reader, she is far more Active than I am. *coughs into closed prong*) As always, the Investigative Factor of psychoanalysis requires us to discuss the ROOT of the mind, and in Fours’ case, it isn’t a secret that they were raised in a lab. In fact, it looms over Every Aspect of her well-being, robbing her sense of agency. The experiments she had to endure came with rewards that seem MUNDANE to your typical laystroll, setting the pavement for the general social ineptitude Fours (⒋s) is tasked to overcome in order to achieve their goal of self-sufficiency. Fours (⒋s) has been infantilized to incapacity, fostered not only by the doctors who raised/experimented on her but also the people she interacts with. The act of infantilisation itself is rooted in a need for control and power, but also a desire to keep the infantilized ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘SAFE’’’’’’’’, heavy on the quotation marks. That doesn’t necessarily make it OK——it’s condescending at face value and destructive in the Long Run——but it creates a centre of INTEREST regarding the casual patronizing Fours (⒋s) may experience on a night-to-night basis. As a consequence of this treatment, Fours doubts the decisions she makes and struggles heavily with (socially-aligned) individuality. A visible fear takes mount on her when stepping from her comfort zone, a given Given Her Newfound sense of CHOICE, which prompts her to look to the lives of others to figure out what to do with hers. The continual undermining of independence has ← them in a state of RELIANCE, leaning on others to guide them through the pitfalls of living——the most prominent feature of her FALLOUT. The nature of her relationships almost always becomes a protector-protected dynamic, not so much CODEPENDENCY as it is a promise to teach her how to act. With this comes a learned vulnerability, a QUASINAIVETY to the whims of others. I surmise it isn’t GENUINE NAIVETY, but an incapacity to trust themself in picking the ✓✓✓ DECISION, causing bouts of paralysis. Despite being prone to being misled, there is a collective oath of HONESTY when it comes to Fours’ friends. No matter how easy it’d be to harm an unguided Fours, you find that everyone (⒈) makes an effort to give her an Online Hive to stay in, or at least understand them with the context they’ve provided. It’s a testament to COMMUNITY in the Chittr platform. Violent creatures we inherently are, a lot of us are more caring than we’d like to admit. That might be Propagander though. Above all else, Fours wants to be perceived for what they are: an adult living and managing an adult life. Somebody who still has the facilities regardless of the way she was raised. A tame purrbeast still has claws and teeth. She is more than capable of thinking for herself, and she’s still working off the training wheels. Both realities are VALID HERE (search ↑ Dialectical Behavior Therapy if you’re Interested!). Learning new things can be scary, but regardless of those fears, Fours continues to TRY AND TRY AGAIN, if only to create a statement: I am here, and I’m ready to live. Though the journey from A to B won’t be easy, Fours has already exerted themself to show they are full of fight, and kindness. This is coming from the troll who’s seen their FIRST EVER POST to COMPARE. She really has come a long way. You are allowed to be CURIOUS. You’re allowed to learn about the world at your age. You’re allowed to do things scared——this is far better than doing Nothing At All——and you have people who are ready to s↑port you when you ask for it. It’s OK to ask for help, and it’s OK to feel out of place. After all, nobody chooses how or when they’re ready to exist. You have all the time you need to discover who you are, what you want to do, and why you want to push forward. No matter how many people try to make sense of you, only YOU can define who you are. You are Fours, and you have always been the best version of yourself. I’m proud of you. (SUSPECTED CLASSPECT: TWO (⒉) OPTIONS: HEIR OF LIFE: Oriented in the Growth of Oneself (⒈). Inspires others to live for themselves. Fours is already a TESTAMENT TO LIFE ITSELF, with two (⒉) pushers that beat as (⒈), a soul fuller than ever. The challenge is to grow proper into the Role. You can’t grow without understanding what it’s made you. MAID OF HEART: Oriented in the Understanding of Oneself (⒈²). Initially relies on people to define their identity, their instincts stunted and confused for naivety. Eventually learns to create it for herself (and others! Her friends!) You can’t understand who you are without acknowledging how far you’ve come. I think if you played the game, you would simultaneously be a PROSPIT AND DERSE PLAYER, a phenomenon recognized especially among Goldblooded Players! Please don’t actually play Sgrub, though.) Follow Fours… Or I’ll FIND YOU. And I’ll bake you a Cake. Or will I bake you INTO a cake? *licks…* #gandertag #fours! #pipipi #hikinglife #gloop #twopushersthatbeatasone
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒊ — @ambivalentGangsta Lorn Ryder Lorn Ryder. … Bottom Text. That’s it! That’s the Intro! You’re welcome, Folks. Crimedoers. Crimenotdoers. Destroyers. People, horned and not horned. Hummus and Trolns. (What) Anywhomst’nt’ve, Let’s Take A Gander at Lorn Ryder! (CROWD CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (That’s a lot of Exclamation Marks) (A Hundred Caegars to whoever counts them All!) Lorn is a people person. An OUTWARD AND HUMOROUS PERSON at that. They hold a lax, friendly and collected attitude, often unshaken by the whims of others. She is infinitely patient with everybody, a vital emotional regulator and a soft skill as… *gulp*, a ⒎/⒈⒈ worker. (My condolences for having a job. I’m a Chud-in-Training.) She has a hardworking attitude and knows how to work with people in general. After all, Lorn has experienced worse than being yelled at by some grumpy old coot. (This isn’t necessarily EXPRESSED in her platform, but—you just know, You Know? You played The Game. That Changes People!) Her posts are a constant response to the algorithm and friends alike, extending his questions and ventures for a GREATER AUDIENCE. A Classic Refrain——don’t forget to take your meds; does anyone (⒈) want something from the Store? This GENRE OF PEOPLE is what I like to call the Comfort Conduits: people who absorb and reflect the care they are given. And, in a different sort of light, Lorn is capable of responding FLIPPANTLY, perhaps POINTEDLY (see: Literally Every Interaction With Lord English). Caring about people comes as easily as breathing to him, a constant in those BOUND BY SPACE, but this shows to be a curiosity in her case. More on this shortly. So as we all know, kindness is the easiest way to engage and connect with people on a social platform. The need for social approval in a space where it’s hard to be recognized for who they are. Lorn is naturally attuned to the feelings of others, but this sort of continual altruism can be costly to the actor. What does it mean to proffer a helping hand without expecting a reward? This is where I hope I don’t perturb you, reader: ALTRUISM IS, IN TRUTH, A SOCIAL CONTRONYM. Every altruistic act is in a way a selfish act, given that the social actor—Lorn, in this case—works in their own interests, experiencing her world in the way that he wants to. Like all of us, we desire control over our situation, and even without the intention to, we subsequently shape the people around us. This fosters a feedback loop: consolidating our image, ushering interactions from people, and shifting how you pose in the metaphorical mirror. It’s a constant response to our algorithm. The algorithm rewards toxicity in the same way it rewards positivity, and Lorn takes advantage of this, though this isn’t done entirely consciously. THIS IS THE FURTHEST THING FROM UNHEALTHINESS, for the record! And I don’t MEAN TO DEMEAN ALTRUISM, but these are necessary angles to understand selflessness and how to make the most of it. But what about Lorn, the person? Moreover, the person disambiguated from their acts of service? The branching attitude from self to others is CENTRAL TO HIS IDENTITY—this is the best way to feel like a person, or at least the easiest way——but what about her alone? Maybe there is an okayness in being Just Lorn, a disinterest in being a person that isn’t tenderly watching over the people they care about. Situating oneself in the interests of other people—-his closest approximation of what they want/need—-is not only out of fascination but an ease in understanding them over herself. After all, it isn’t easy to describe yourself when you’ve nestled yourself in a CONCEPTUAL LIMBO. Unflappability coincides with working a job, a slow avenue to death, but also a way of keeping his mind off things as a whole. Arguably this aligns with their painstaking attitude to work, picking ↑ the pace and slack where others are falling behind. It’s tiring, but it’s OK in the end. Because if it isn’t, that’s when things FALL APART. This is where I believe their aspect comes into play to reveal the format of her SELF-SCHEMA. The plight of the Bard is that they shadow their opposite aspect, which obfuscates the self more than anything else. Destroyer classes struggle with this sort of SELF-CONCEPTUALIZATION. What I find most peculiar is how Lorn manages to balance both TIME and SPACE as elements to her identity, rather than one (⒈) being a shell to the other. (I guess this is where the ambivalence comes from, LOL!) Lorn has permitted the destruction of space, but this appears to usher in a fount of OPPORTUNITY than RAVAGE. As a person and as a concept, Lorn doesn’t wear Time like a carapace to break out of but a second skin. The repeating theme of Just Doing His Part reflects their spatial awareness, having everything in its → place while also working actively to keep things that way. What does this mean to you? BEHOLD! The part where I 🗨 about YOU, to YOU (I hope): so, you care A LOT, LOT *LOT* about people. We’re all defined by these meaningful interactions. It envelops a major part of your SELFHOOD, but there are times where you use it to obscure than embrace. I hope you’re not taking a crowdmember seat in the Peanut Gallery of your own life. There’s a reason why you have destroyed, and that (I believe) boils ↓ to the way you were brought. (It’s not in my place to say much on this aspect, but I know someone (⒈) who has been indoctrinated at youth when I see one.) Don’t fear the destruction you have brought/will bring. Not like I think you don’t! It’s meant to be a good thing, a weapon of change, a Space you must first Break to then Discover. You know, kind of like a Geode, LOL. In the end, ensure you find yourself in the spaces you build to shelter people. And for Pete’s Sake, PLEASE take your own advice! (I don’t even know a Pete——naming other people shows how Earnest I’m being!) SEE ALSO: SOLOMON’S PARADOX, SOCIAL CONDITIONING/SOCIAL ROLE THEORY, THE ‘REWARD’ OF ALTRUISM, ALTRUISM AS A WHOLE, EMPATHY, PROSOCIAL MOTIVATION. (CLASSPECT: BARD OF SPACE! Beckons destruction of space. Patience incarnate. Lorn is doing their best to keep this palatable to your digital tastebuds. ♥ yourself the way you ♥ others. I’ve said enough.) Lorn Ryder. The Person. The Myth. The Legend. FOLLOW HIM!!! I’ll see you in the NEXT ONE (⒈)! #gandertag #food #thepolicyofinteraction #chicken #thebard #born #altruistictendencies
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