
Calliope Lalonde
@uxorialUmbra
the only (known) cherUb on earth c! happily married, bUt open to a little flirt here and there. proUd mother.

does it count as polygamy if they're all the same woman? heehee! ^u^ #morewives

It's always men in my life, giving me trouble

happy lesbian day, to my wife and oUr girlfriend! 🌈
I think some of you would benefit tremendously from becoming acquainted with the concept of kayfabe. Whenever someone is kidnapped, trapped in a SGRUB session, stranded somewhere hostile, dying spectacularly, et cetera, there is inevitably someone in the replies going, "Oh, but you had time to Chit about it?" As though the natural conclusion is that the character, presently dangling upside-down over a vat of acid, has taken out their phone, carefully unlocked it, opened Chittr, composed three paragraphs and selected an appropriate reaction image. This is not necessarily what is occurring. Chittr is the medium through which the narrative has elected to present itself. The post exists because we, the audience, require some means of observing the event. Sometimes the posting itself is diegetic. Sometimes it is only partially diegetic. Sometimes you are effectively reading a stage direction wearing the skin of a social media post. You are foolish to assume this website that stretches across an infinite amount of timelines, universes, and means of interaction is nothing short of a mythical artifact, perhaps even a Juju. Professional wrestling does not cease being a wrestling match because the camera happens to be perfectly positioned to capture a conversation backstage. Nobody turns toward the cameraman and asks why he is being permitted to stand three feet away while two men conspire to commit aggravated assault. You accept the camera because the camera is how the story reaches you. The same courtesy should probably be extended to someone live-Chitting their kidnapping. They are not necessarily exposing their location to their captor, compromising the integrity of their SGRUB session, or somehow finding excellent cellular reception inside the narrative equivalent of Hell. You are simply being permitted to see what is happening because this is the proscenium we have chosen. Please respect the kayfabe. It is doing a remarkable amount of structural labor for you.

he always has qUite a bit to say, doesn't he? perhaps he shoUld have been a hero of breath! ^u~

saw this at the halloween section at my local craft store. now, i'm no prUde, bUt is this really appropriate for a family store?? >://U #sUggestive
M3ss@g3 Lo@ding… ~~~~ British p3opl3 @r3n't r3@l. Th3y c@n't hurt you ~~~~ M3ss@g3 R3ci3v3d

men will call yoU a bitch for ignoring their harrassment, and then call yoU a cheating whore when a different man harrasses yoU. this is why i simply don't engage. #directposting #exhaUsted

ah, halloween. the one night i can go oUt as myself withoUt being instantly recognized. ~u~

yoU know, doc scratch isn't *UniqUely* sUsceptible to being fleeced by the void. i estimate at least five void players online right now whom none of Us has noticed!

he really does think he can bait me with this, doesn't he? does he think he poses a genUine threat?

and the (non-sbUrban, i cannot stress enoUgh!) meteor showers are expected to continUe into october. ...he knows how to get my attention, i'll give him that.

...well, in earth c news, we apparently have a genUine sUpervillain. "doctor disaster." a mad geoengineer. with... weather-related gadgets. ~_~ jUne is dealing with him.

at least he's not hitting on me anymore. :u

If one of the two isn't dead by the end of the story is it even good smut at that point? #nsfw #nsfwe

...oh dear. am i going to have to come oUt to my mUm? ó~ò

Let me tell you something. You're pl★ying checkers? Me? I'm pl★ying ★ g★me th★t's more comple⚔ th★n checkers.

#MyWife

if anything coUld make me less interested, it's the begging. the insistence. the desperation.

it's like watching a train wreck. or, rather, a recording of a train wreck. a wreck of which i've only ever seen the aftermath. in a sense, yoU coUld argUe my brother, too, was a victim of lord english. denied the choice to do anything with his life bUt become him. caUght in the whirlpool of entropy, a single path which can have no other oUtcome bUt the conditions which birthed it. i doUbt he woUld have chosen to be a "good person," withoUt the lord's inflUence. bUt perhaps he coUld have *been* a person.

i did not want to know that! XU~






























