𝚃𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙽𝙰
@tragicomedicDespot
Her Highness, Witch of Doom, The Foremother of all Zalgo Judhri Ithaqa [judxři itahq'a].
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒋⒈ — @tragicomedicDespot Tsarevna / Foremother of all Zalgo / The Witch of Doom / Her Highness / Judhri Ithaqa (if I can call you that) Look. The thrill of getting to psychoanalyze a GOD, ROYALTY, OR A ROYAL GOD never gets old. But I’m also Spooked EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, can I just say what an HONOR it is to Psychoanalyze Her Highness!! HOWEVER, there are real, tangible CONSEQUENCES if I get it ✕✕✕! Can DOOM access a guy from a different universe?! I DON’T KNOW, MAN, I DON’T KNOW!!!! (CROWD PANIC) … Oh well! Let’s Take A Gander at Judhri Ithaqa! (CROWD CHEER!) (Kill ⒎ Billion Trolls) (Save None Of Them) (I’ll Call Her Tsarevna From Here On Out) (Maybe There’s a POETRY IN THAT?) Prefacing by saying it’s hard to call the ordeal a PSYCHOLOGICAL GOD COMPLEX because she is literally Playing God. It’s a LITERAL god complex. Just Keep That In Mind. When you look at the surface, you find it initially easy to fit Tsarevna into categories. She is a DESPOT, cruel and absolute, mothering an entire species of Zalgoid with an iron fist and an open palm. She is UNFEELING, looming above nearly all on Chittr (figuratively and literally) as an EMPRESS. And most of all, she is COMPLACENT, knowing she has gotten as far as she could, staying comfortably in her box for millennia. That much she knows about herself: this was the role she was always meant to play. As far as she knows, she is comfortable because she is IN CONTROL. More on this shortly. Tackling the cursory: SELF-IMAGE, in Tsarevna’s case, is an Unconscious Overcompensation for her (cold and petrified) wellbeing. Creating a grandiose front fools the laytroll (layzalgoid) into believing she is self-assured and INFALLIBLE. That is to say, Tsarevna has an almost DANGEROUS kind of confidence. It’s only a given when you’re in a block full of subjects who seek your guidance. You notice the fallout in the way she interacts with OTHER TROLLS, a realm she has little to no discretion over (beyond the POST AND EDIT BUTTON on her platform, of course). She can be condescending, quick to frustrate, and schismmongering as any show of weakness may allow someone (⒈) else to take advantage of her. Trying to shed this guise to reveal your vulnerability is one of Tsarevna’s worst fears. (Mistakes, even?) It’s easier to pretend to be cold and above than susceptible because vulnerability was what caused her situation to begin with. Tsarevna is a product of her own circumstances. To understand WHY, or even WHAT, you must dig for the root. A well-angled cross from old friends (especially an old ♥r) leads me to believe that she did not CHOOSE this path, but rather this path CHOSE her when all other routes withered and died. Fate that draws too close becomes entrenched in inevitability. The truth is that her comfort comes not from WHAT SHE HAS but WHAT SHE CLINGS (DESPERATELY) TO. She doesn’t want to lose more than she has already. She ✎s autobiographies that AREN’T entirely Autobiographies. They’re memories framed as such. They’re a skewed, reckless attempt to sate her loneliness, to keep an extinct tradition alive. More than that, they’re a reflection of her inner turmoil. Tsarevna has, in a way, reduced herself into that trauma. I think playing SGRUB does that to a person. It turns you into someone (⒈) unsightly because you HAD TO. The game rewards cruelty, sometimes even over the intended GROWTH. That is the scariest part of GOD-TIERING: when cast under a certain light, ascending doesn’t become an EVOLUTION OF THE SELF, but perpetual STAGNATION. Now this is all you’ll ever be. The limit has been reached, and it’s nearly impossible to grow from that. This was never MATURING but levelling ↑. You notice the nuance with Tsarevna because all attempts to remedy her session have been met with disappointment and the HORRORS. The core of it all was always moving in tandem with her. POWERLESSNESS; LOSING HER WORLD, THE ONE SHE WAS PROMISED, IN A GAME SHE NEVER WANTED TO PLAY. Maybe she has a → to be bitter, to go grimshark, or grow cruel. It was a TOTAL, ARRANT DESTRUCTION OF HOPE. (But closure begets understanding, not redemption.) She lost EVERYTHING, and in an attempt to manage her grief, she grew into her alignment, her blood, as a concerted mainstay to the bereaved ESSENCE of trollkind. Ultimately it isn’t her fault——she was brought under the expectations of an ENTIRE SOCIETY, and had that stripped away from her in one (⒈) cruel session. She rules with fear to cling to an intergenerational cycle. She currently perpetuates this over a species she abortively made in the image of trolls. It’s in her biology, mind, and her pusher. This sort of LEARNED HELPLESSNESS is what festered into her INDELIBLE GOD COMPLEX. The idea of losing all that you have ← leaves an unshakable fear in the unfeeling. Tsarevna was never impassive; it was that she had NO CHOICE. And maybe she never did in a world that asked too much from her. It’s all layers ↑on layers of coping mechanisms to accept her role and persona. The narrative denied you a good ending and it is endlessly obvious you’re not OK. After all, where’s the joy in being ✕ED? To be FORCED into this position? To BE the bad guy? Sure, you can pretend this is all fine, that you’re at peace with what happened, but you’re not. The wounds will keep reopening until you find an outlet. You’re harborsick with grief and unvoiced rage. I think, above all else, you need people to 🗨 to. People that weren’t forged from your being and have a bias. Maybe Chittr is the → place for that. But in the end, it’s your choice as the witch, manipulator of FATE, to choose whether you want to stay where you are. Is it truly too late? (CLASSPECT: WITCH OF DOOM! The class most rebellious by nature. Betrayed fate and doomed her session when her hand was forced. Villains are forged through the looking glass. When you’re the subject, you never realize the weight of your actions. A villain who does not know better would never call themself BAD. But Tsarevna knows who she is, and the consequences of everything lay bare in her mind, a painful reminder that maybe she may always be alone with (physical/figurative) fragments of her identity. Doom was always Space’s poorest assistant.) Honestly, we should all strike a conversation with her to keep her company. She sounds like she needs it. Thank you guys for READING, and I’ll SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE! #gandertag #aqueen! #awarriorqueen #zalgo #zalgoid #layers #of #grief
C:~ Your journalistic instincts really proved themselves in full force in this attempt to get under my cerebral cortex. Indeed, there really was only one possible path; you are not mistaken. But hypocritical pity is the last thing that I need.<
Pity doesn't get anyone (⒈) anywhere, does it? I'm sorry. Sometimes it's ALL a person can Give. My pusher goes out for you.
C:~ To all of my subjects, Happy Torment Day. You are now obligated to fill this form.<
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
C:~ Hm... I recognize this upstart. An interesting read, for sure.<
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]
C:~ How cute.<
Is this a yes to the dress or a no to the snow?
C:~ I do not mind, little one. Let's see if you have it in you to impress someone like me. ...And that is not to mention how painfully boring it gets here sometimes. Perhaps I yearn for a meaningful interaction once in a while.<
C:~ Tick.< C:~ Tock.<
Weakest death threat I’ve received in the last 24 hours if I’m being honest.
C:~ Try raising whole species from scratch and tell me if you have the energy to waste on some cocky rustie online, bastard.<
I feel like you’re just mad because you tried to download tiktok through chittr and now you’re taking it out on me because I’m the only one here.
C:~ You willingly included yourself in this conversation. You cannot be complaining.<
I’m not complaining, I think it’s kinda funny tbh.
You’re so cranky. I hope you get your tiktok downloaded, grandma.
C:~ If your opinion mattered at least a miniscule of the Furthest Ring, I would be greatly offended.<
That wasn’t really an opinion, more an observation. Embarrassing for you.
C:~ May your universe collapse as soon as possible. Farewell, you gutterblooded piece of shit.<
Another successful kill for the Royal Lusus. This wvhale put up an impressivwve fight, but all things must come to an end. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4aea50f5a84b.png #gore
C:~ How pleasant it is to catch this post on my feed. Pun intended.<
https://i.postimg.cc/HnS7mJms/IMG-1004.jpg
C:~ I should text him.<
https://i.postimg.cc/Y0q66z9D/IMG-1007.jpg
C:~ I always say this.<
O̳n̳e̳ ̳d̳a̳y̳,̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳f̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳l̳a̳s̳t̳ ̳t̳i̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳s̳p̳e̳a̳k̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳f̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳p̳e̳r̳s̳o̳n̳,̳ ̳o̳b̳l̳i̳v̳i̳o̳u̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳h̳o̳w̳ ̳s̳o̳o̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳t̳i̳m̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳u̳p̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳s̳p̳a̳c̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳m̳e̳a̳n̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳ ̳a̳w̳f̳u̳l̳ ̳l̳o̳t̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳w̳i̳l̳l̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳d̳l̳e̳s̳s̳l̳y̳ ̳t̳r̳a̳d̳e̳ ̳g̳o̳o̳d̳b̳y̳e̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳k̳n̳o̳w̳i̳n̳g̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳f̳i̳n̳a̳l̳ ̳w̳o̳r̳d̳.̳ ̳S̳a̳v̳o̳r̳ ̳e̳v̳e̳r̳y̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳L̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳w̳i̳t̳h̳ ̳p̳r̳o̳f̳u̳n̳d̳i̳t̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳p̳u̳r̳p̳o̳s̳e̳.̳ ̳Y̳o̳u̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳c̳h̳o̳o̳s̳e̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳n̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳e̳x̳i̳s̳t̳e̳n̳c̳e̳ ̳b̳e̳g̳i̳n̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳e̳n̳d̳s̳.̳ ̳O̳n̳l̳y̳ ̳w̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳w̳.̳
C:~ Heavy "rechitt".<
C:~ You only find horrorterrors erotic because you haven’t had to spend eons with them. Who would have thought that all-knowing deities could be so careless, sluggish and tiresome?<
The Terrors whom desire carnal pleasures are a rare and curious breed indeed.
C:~ Truth. I regard myself as one of them.<
concept: pure obedience molding someone into the perfect toy to listen and do just as you tell them no complaints no hesitation the trust in their eyes when you tell them to get down on their knees while theyre in the middle of something important the endless devotion when you tell them to stop talking and just listen their limitless motivation to please you to become a better version of themself just to make you happy someone who looks to you when things are too complicated or difficult "what do you want me to do?" a mind broken down and rebuilt to serve one single purpose you (tags: Reader/Anonymous, mindbreak, obediance, #rankworks, #nsfw, dom reader, i said jump, and you jumped, but what i need is someone who when i say jump, asks how high, can you be my little how high?, bdsm, barkbeastplay coded, servitude, no quads mentioned, archive rating: M)
C:~ Exactly this.<