Holding My OCs That Haven't Introjected Very Carefully So That I Can Continue To Play With My Dolls And

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?

So, yesterday was the Trans Day of Visibility, and at no point was I translucent. I was firmly seeable throughout the entire 24 hours. I can no longer legally deny it, guess I'm a girl now, thems the rules.

holy shit me frfr i have like 4 mutuals now that are adorable and i like them but nah I'm gonna keep girlfailing and sheepsbianing because that's what the founding fathers intended

"omg i wanna become friends with this mutual they seem so cool" *makes no moves to interact with said mutual beyond liking posts*

girl detector gimmick blog has fallen

billions must gender

Tumblr asks are weird, right?

Yes, and i will be wierder

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?

United Nations in real life: Noooo you can't do war, we'll be sad and have to wag our finger at you :( United Nations in fiction: We gunned down 26 eldritch horrors this week and we're on our way to kickflip a god.

sure bestie sure

SOLID, COLD BUTTER; IS WHITE

Melted, warm, soft butter; is yellow

reblog to give prev one (1) single lick

*says something in a gc that doesn’t get a response* I should be shot like a dog in the street (non sexually)