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I DO NOT LOVE MY BOYS. LOVE IS FOR FEEBLE HEARTED FUCKING WOMEN AND COMMUNISTS. OF WHICH I AM NEITHER. WHAT I FEEL FOR MY BOYS IS SOMETHING DEEPER. SOMETHING MORE PROFOUND. SOMETHING FAR MORE VALUABLE. SOMETHING THAT IS NOT TO BE ERRINGLY CONFUSED WITH AFFECTION, BECAUSE AFFECTION IS FAR TOO MOTHERFUCKING SHALLOW OF AN EQUIVOCATION. I VALUE MY BOYS. MY STEELHEARTED MEN. MY STALLIONS. MY THREE PIECE SUIT WEARING GOONS. THIS ONE GOES OUT TO YOU, MY FELT.

MAY YOUR STAY BE UNFORGETTABLE 🗝「It was already obvious I had my position, I do welcome the others who are coming onboard as I do as well. The transition has been smooth, complacent, welcoming. Like sugar in tea. To those who are still in the process of application, do know what you're signing up to. It is a changing experience, but one that's colorful and different from usual life. A toss-up in the wind, one could state. I personally was always going to be here one light, whether it was sooner or later it didn't matter. It happens all the same, and that's something one grows comfortable with knowing. Predestination can be soothing. While there may be no explicit joy in what I do, I do as I do for the pride of knowing I am doing well. To live is to serve. And to serve is to live. Every key on the ring is meaningful in it's own way no matter how one could see it. It is my hope that my time as the Doormaid will continue on. As there's no foreseeable future for me where I can see myself away from this position. Take that as you will, take that as you must. And to my fellow members / workers, please let me know if you need anything. I am at your service no matter where you are, no matter how far you are. Call my name, and I'll be there as quick as one like me can be. Thank you for the position. https://files.catbox.moe/x23jud.png」

ATTENTION, WORTHLESS CHITTRLINGS. LONG TIME, NO CHITT. THERE HAVE BEEN SOME *AGGRAVATING* DEVELOPMENTS IN MY CAREER AS A PLATFORM USER, AS A CREATOR, AND ABOVE ALL, AS ONE OF THE UNLUCKY JACKOFFS STILL UNACCOUNTABLY FORCED TO EXIST IN A PLACE AND TIME WITHIN A MULTIVERSAL CONTINUITY OF ENDLESS, CACOPHONOUS FUCKRUMPUS PARADOX CHICANERY. BECAUSE I'VE BEEN BUSY TRYING AND FAILING TO WRIGGLE OUT OF THESE DEVELOPMENTS, I HAVEN'T REALLY BEEN AROUND TO PROVIDE AN UPDATE. I'M GOING TO DO THAT NOW. SO DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF, BECAUSE I WON'T. I'LL JUST PULL UP THIS CHITT, SEIZE YOU VIOLENTLY BY THE HEAD, AND SHOVE YOUR BLOODSHOT GANDERBULBS AGAINST THE SCREEN UNTIL THE AMBIENT HEAT COOKS THEM LIKE EGGS. READ, SHITSPONGE. READ THIS AND GET OFF MY DORSAL RIDGE ABOUT IT, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE WHOLE. FUCKING. SCOOP. STARTING WITH THE BIG ONE. I WORK FOR THE FELT, NOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. I CAN HEAR THE QUESTION AT THE VERY FRONT OF YOUR THOUGHTSPONGE DOING BACKFLIPS, FRONTFLIPS, CARTWHEELS, AND ACROBATIC FUCKING PIROUETTES. "KARKAT, WHAT KIND OF TURBO-CHARGED JUJU-FLAVORED CRACK HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? DIDN'T YOU SPEND YOUR ENTIRE SESSION FIGHTING THIS JOLLY GREEN MANLET AND HIS BUMBLING CADRE OF BUMBLING ASS-BURGLARS? WHAT IN THE FRESH, FULMINATING *FUCK* MADE YOU SIGN A CONTRACT WITH *THESE* LOONEYBLOCK TIME BANDITS?" THE SHORT ANSWER? THE MIME MADE ME DO IT. LITERALLY. MY SPONGE STILL HURTS FROM WHERE HE SHOVED HIS PRONG IN IT LIKE A GLOVE AND MADE ME TYPE UP THAT APPLICATION. AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE PLAN IS HERE, BUT I'M WILLING TO BET *ANYTHING* THAT HE'S GOT ONE. SO YES. AGAINST MY WILL. AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT. AGAINST A THOUSAND ETERNITIES OF BALEFUL, ENDLESS SUFFERING, I HAVE A NEW NINE TO FIVE. AND WITH IT, A NEW TITLE. ONE WHICH I AM *OBLIGATED* TO USE IN OFFICIAL CAPACITY, BUT I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU CALL ME "CHALKBOX" WHILE I'M OFF THE CLOCK, I'M GOING TO INVENT A NEW WAY TO PERFORM A LOBOTOMY. FUCK YOU, KURLOZ. FUCK YOU, SCRATCH. AND MOST OF ALL, COMING IN HARD WITH THE FUCK YOU X3 COMBO, IT'S A WHOPPING FIVE-SCOOP, CHOCOLATE-DRIZZLED FUCK YOU SUNDAE FESTOONED WITH OBLONG BUNCHFRUIT, WHIPPED CREAM, SPRINKLES, AND A CHERRY-RED MIDDLE FINGER ON TOP FOR MR. MALDING GREEN MANLET HIMSELF. I'M WEARING THE BADGE OUT OF SPITE. I AM CLOCKING IN FOR THE LONGEST DAY AT THE LONG DAY FACTORY I HAVE EVER WORKED. AND IF I EVER MANAGE TO CLOCK OUT, THERE WILL BE *HELL* TO PAY. ANYWAYS. I HAVE TO GO MOP UP A NASTY, REEKING PUDDLE OF NON-NEWTONIAN ECTO-PHLEGM, OR SOMETHING. HERE'S A PICTURE FOR THE ALGORITHM. THIS IS THE CHALKBOX, SAYING, "GO BRING THAT PILE OF DIRTY CUPS AND PLATES IN YOUR RESPITEBLOCK TO THE SINK, YOU FILTHY, WALLOWING SLOBHOGS." HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/67CB4DD16DFF.JPG

I am your ever transparent Host. To be precise and accurate with my current tier of employ, gaze upon my roster of newly hired individuals. @gullibleColumnist as the Doormaid. In this highly specialized role, the Doormaid will be in charge of the Keys to my manor and penthouse. @pliableDecadence#3682 as the Cuekeeper. You will find Serpaz's unique talents lend greatly to the maintenance of the various machinations assigned to her existence. @carbolicGalvanologist as the Chalkbox. As the Felt's Custodial Utilitarian, Karkat currently presides under direct command of the Handmaid during his trial period. A strong recommendation from Kurloz Makara has landed him this position. @terribleFate as the Nameless. Caliborn recruited this individual, whose many services are free to any member of English's Chosen upon request. Of course, there are many more to be considered, as this does not include my various contractors, free agents, double agents, triple agents, or those who simply enjoy the presence of the Felt in their operations. I have roughly twenty three more applicants to file through tonight. I will be doing so whilst enjoying the sweet chords of my Songbird, whose handle shall remain hidden until she decides it is time for her grand debut.
MY FELT. AMONG US. NOW. KAFBMF.

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JUST WATCHED BUGONIA. PRETTY SOLID.

minnow. i give a lotta s)(it to my boss. but for all t)(e s)(it i give )(im... )(e is t)(e only one i know to populate a bunc)( a doomed copies of all of you in one place for me to slaug)(ter over, and over, and over, and over... you really know t)(e way to a girls )(eart after all @un)(ackabledottildeUat)( I am goin to be busy t)(e rest of t)(e nig)(t.
IT SURE IS NICE HAVING GOONS WHICH YOU KNOW YOU CAN HAVE HAD ALREADY RELIED ON IN THE FUTURE TO HAVE HAD PREVIOUSLY CLOSED FUTURE STABLE TIME LOOPS AND PREVENT PRIOR AFOREMENTIONED FUTURE STABLE TIME LOOPS FROM DESTABILIZING.
MY FELT. HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY GOOD BOWLER? NOT THE ONE I'M WEARING RIGHT NOW, THE ONE THAT I'M GOING TO BE WEARING IN TWENTY MINUTES.
I'VE SEEN QUITE ENOUGH.
CALL ME TODD HOWARD THE WAY THAT THIS SHIT JUST WORKS.
I HAVE ARMED THE SALAMANDER WITH A TOMMYGUN.
I FEEL EXTREMELY MOTHERHONKING BONITA.
GOLF BALLS. INFERIOR LITTLE WHITE PLASTIC FUCKS COMPARED TO THE SUPERIORITY OF THE URBANE, SOPHISTICATED POOL BALL. WHEN I SHOW THESE MOOKS MY LOW PAR 70, THEY WILL KNOW THAT LORD ENGLISH DOES NOT FUCK ABOUT WHEN IT COMES TO CHOPPING THE TURF.
DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN JUST TAKE WAVE-PARTICLE DUALITY? YOU CAN JUST TAKE IT FROM ELECTRONS AND SHIT. NO ONE WILL STOP YOU. YOU CAN JUST TAKE IT. IT'S LIKE DUCKS AT THE PARK.
WHAT CAN I SAY? I JUST VALUE MY BOYS. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4b69a935e47e.png
"Who could have done this?" HE ASKS. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/817b349c7ba4.png

Always hated Troll McDonalds. I don't make it a habit to visit Alternia for the same reason normal people don't go into tight cave systems; it's a fuckin' death sentence. But Troll McDonalds is a special hell, where the establishment smells like deep fried roach and soiled diapers, the patrons are loud, chittering (heyo!) and obnoxious, and worst of all, the meat ain't even that good. What my boss wants, he gets, though.
MY FELT. THERE'S ANOTHER JOB THAT'S JUST COME THROUH THE ROTARY. I'M MOTHERFUCKING HUNGRY AS A SHIT, ON SOME HUNGRY HUNGRY TIME DEMON SHIT, AND WANT ONE OF MY BOYS TO STOP SOMEWHERE ON THEIR WAY BACK TO THE MANOR. YOU CAN GET YOURSELVES SOMETHING IF YOU WANT, WE'RE PUTTING IT ON MEENAH'S BILL. GET MCDONALD'S. I'D PREFER CULVER'S, BUT THERE AIN'T NO MOTHERHONKING CULVER'S ON ALTERNIA. GET A LARGE OREO MCFLURRY, IF THE ICE CREAM MACHINE IS BROKEN, KILL THE CASHIER. TELL THEM TO GIVE US FRIES WITHOUT SALT, SO THEY MAKE A FRESH BATCH. I'M STILL GOING TO PUT SALT ON THEM, MY FELT. ALSO GET TWO HAPPY MEALS FOR SCRATCH AND DAMARA. DAMARA WILL BREAK HER TOY SO I'M GONNA HAVE IT INSTEAD. SEE YOU SOON, MY FELT.
































