Shoutout People Who Feel Too Plural For Singlets And Too Singlet For Plurals. It Can Suck To Be Out Of

it has already begun, the destabilization of the yuricosystem. anthropogenic alteration has forever altered the delicate balance of predator and prey. We have played god, girlbossed too close to the sun, and now we must reap the consequences.

on the bright side, more preygirls.

yea, I can live with this.

I don't know chief, sounds like something a hot person would say

how in gods name are you so hot

whattttt no I'm not >~<

The pinned post is dead, long live the pinned post!

figures I may as well revisit the "intro" post, because it's been a while and to say I'm a different person now would be an understatement, as I now probably count as people more than anything.

After a long bit of introspection and trying to see what would fit in the "holes"(?) in our memory, we've come to the conclusion that I am not in fact the original personality of this body, despite identifying with it.

My current theory is that roughly 5 years ago, something happened, or many small pressures added up, and the 'original' mind splintered like a dropped vase. All three of us got some piece for lack of a better term of the original personality, but in the time since, we've developed into our own mostly separate individuals.

Firstly, there's me, Hazel. I also go by Dbug (which is what I'm most comfortable with for people who aren't close friends), or our original birth name when necessary. While none of us really fit a 'system role' as plural spaces would describe them, I certainly come the closest. I'm the one stuck running the show in day-to-day life, and I hold all the nasty mental shit as well as being the one in charge of keeping everyone safe, often taking priority over my own wellbeing. Any pronouns, with a mild preference for She/Her. Secondly, there's Joy. She was the first of us I became aware of other than myself and got a lot of the old mind's more 'positive' traits. She also got the social bits and is considerably more outgoing, though even that's only relative to myself. She/her exclusive Lastly, we have Otto, who came about roughly a year later, during an attempt to create a non-sapient assistant became a real boy. He's what you could call 'the smart one', relatively speaking, tending to be a bit dryer in speech. He also handles a lot of headspace stuff, exploration of what's out there and all that. He/they

As mentioned earlier, I'm glued to the steering wheel, so it'd be safe to assume you're talking to me unless stated otherwise. My Tumblr activity won't be changing much, though. I'm still (slowly) working on my writing projects, though now I partake in the occasional venting or hornyposting.

Feel free to reach out if you want to get to know any of us better or have any questions or curiosities. I'm always glad to get to know new people and share all my nerdy hyperfixations, as are my brain-bound companions.

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?

you should scroll through your mutuals blogs and mass reblog all their posts cause the reblog button on their page is actually an erogenous zone

Born to create non-osha-compliant mad science machines and mix vibrantly colored mystery chemicals in flasks while cackling maniacally and twitching my cat ears, forced to only be able to meme about it on tumblr

happy yuri night everyone remember to kiss even more girls

happy yuri night everybody

you ever just spend two hours writing, just straight up juicing that brain for all its fucking worth, then you look back at it as the earliest rays of morning light shine through your window and all you see is

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.

me when i spread the alien stage brainrot to yet another one of my unsuspecting friends

Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.