The Sad Reality. I Want To Drag All My Mutuals To My Favorite Aquariums But They Live A Distance Of One

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.

Reblog to goop

apollo, you can put down the dodgeball now. one of my (unrelated) campaigns has devolved into a galactic crusade for a dude named paul. We cant just wholesale do a dune, that was a funny haha, not a request

GMing on short notice be like you guys ever read dune? Ok hear me out so we're dropping on this planet...

yes

oh so you want me

Submissive robot dog girl

Call that a subwoofer

If people keep paying me attention I will fall in love with you. This is both a threat and a promise

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.

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?

Mutual masturbation? Uh yeah, of course I masturbate to my mutuals.

what if i sat next to you. and leaned my head on yoir shoulder. and started purring. What then. I Win

well, anonymous user, that is what we in the biology business call "mutualism". You get a soft shoulder to lay on, and I get to pet something. everyone wins!