Out Of Context Quote From A Conversation Between Myself And @kyatmiya

the cycle

i wake up "reblog this post NOW STOP SCROLLING REBLOG THIS OR YOU'RE A HEARTLESS MONSTER YOU COULD LITERALLY SAVE LIVES IM DISSAPOINTED IN YOU IF YOU DONT IMMEDIATELY REBLOG THIS TO EVERYONE YOU HAVE EVER KNOWN" thanks tumblr, i was looking for something to hate myself for today.

if we're friends ive probably thought about marrying you at least once. probably a few times realistically

Is this how introductions work?

Well here goes nothing. I'm Dbug, I write batshit insane fanfic, worldbuild incoherently and occasionally create or share stale memes.

Still figuring out a lot of personal things. Gender's a blur and there's two more of me bouncing off my skull like windows screensavers but that's not what you're here for.

Stay tuned for fish pictures, incoherent screaming and the world's worst written stories about whatever franchise I just watched or played 20 minutes ago.

I took steampunk with a few subclass levels in random fetish. if I am left alone for more than 20 minutes i *will* invent something heinous and it *will* be all of my friends' problems.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

midwestern bees midwestern bees midwestern bees

take me down to catgirl city where the boys are girls and the girls are kitty.

tumblr shows u the hottest ppl alive with the same kinks as u, same politics as u, same interests as u, same taste in music as u, same sense of humour as u and they allllllll live on neptune or the mariana trench or somethin -.-

nothing more flattering than someone saying "oh don't get her going" in reference to you when a topic you're passionate about is brought up

starting a new modded victoria 3 campaign be like "oh boy this time I'm gonna build a nice tall liberal atompunk-post-scarcity-utopian Japan and go for highest standard of living"

the year is 1993, the hyperwars against the European powers have lasted over a century, Germany is square, Spain exploded, there is a nonstop frontline in Britian that has devoured a generation of colonial troops from both sides, nuclear weapons are being developed. The empire stretches across Asia like a growing cancer, Africa was seized from the British to cut the funds from their war machine, it dawns on me as I order the third invasion of Italy this year that I've just recreated the world of 1984 again. goddammnit. at least we have automated luxury atomic socialism, but at what cost?

why are people complaining about the price of eggs? I'm literally right here and you can have me for the low, low price of not treating me like an inconvenience.