Latest Posts by dbug113 - Page 4

very heavy stuff today, but i need to get it off my chest

i dont exactly know how tumblr does the whole "read more" thing, so there's gonna be a spam of line breaks and after that read at your own risk. I dont even know what kinda TWs this would qualify under so consider this your "bad shit under here you've been warned"

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I am so fucking close to snapping i swear to neptune, allah, fucking buddha, any god that is fucking out there why do i have to be such a broken, useless piece of shit. fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAA im so fucking tired, so fucking tired of only existing to be beaten, used and abused then forgotten. Fuck my fucking life. It's never getting better, people keep fucking telling me that same platitude but i've been waiting two fucking decades for it to just magically "get better" and guess what IT FUCKING DOESNT. Im not even a real fucking person, im a goddamn *shard* of what used to be a person. im incapable of taking care of myself, incapable of ever "functioning" in modern society. all im ever going to be is someone's fucking retard burden to drag them down for the rest of my natural born fucking life. I look hideous, im completely disabled because of decades of constant mind-breaking trauma and will likely never recover, the country i live in is going to shit, im absolutely penniless with no hope of ever having an income. what fucking future is there. At this point im about ready to just give up, let go of the controls and let myself fade into nothing. There's two more fucking backup personalities in here maybe they wont be such fuckups. I was made to be a weapon, a survival-mode emergency shield and nothing more, i cant survive actual life. I cant even be someone's fucking malewife housecat and be pampered all day because i spun the orientation wheel and got "Dom-top". How the fuck does that work when i can barely get off the couch in the morning? when i have to be kept pretty much on fucking life support by someone else or ill literally drown in my own garbage. Maybe the bronchitis i had as an infant was meant to kill me and this is the world's way of correcting its mistake. Holy fuck here's to hoping i get hit by a meteor, like to charge reblog to fucking nail me like the dinosaurs.

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Vent over, here's a fish as a palate cleanser

The unique mad science social experiment of subjecting my friends to fandoms to see how quickly they catch brain worms. I've already turned two people into firelock 198x addicts, fucked up someone's entire evening with Alien Stage, and turned a mutual of mine into the sterotypical HDG Brainrot transfem. Im playing plague inc with my friend group and infohazards and some day i will girlboss too close to the sun. one day my hubris will come back to bite me and i will suffer the consequences of playing god. But for now, this shits hilarious.

true to the prompt, I ain't saying what my response is. but my outspoken dom/top-ness and my 279 hours in Terra Invicta should make it clear that it's a safe bet to hide your garlic bread.

Reblog if you

1. Want to get pegged by a 9-15 foot tall plant women

2. Your Flort looks REALLY cute right now

Or

3. You could absolutely DEVOUR some garlic bread right now

But don’t say which one it is

sneezing so hard your chair rolls backwards like a fucking howitzer recoiling

should i uh

should i have a sideblog for actual project updates, and leave this one for personal rambles? should it be the other way around? i dont know, how do the Professional(tm) tumblr writers do this?

like, should it be

Main: just stories Side: memes and crying or the opposite. I dont know

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

minor typo, argument invalidated. "ebon fost". what comedy, what foolishness. you claim to represent the lupines of the ebon forest, yet you cannot spell their name. Curious is it not? furries and doggirls cannot stand up to the might of the federal government.

I CAST

298 BANTAMS!

Big woof.

BOOF

fuck it, fic teaser

Got hit with the writing brain worms, started a brand-new writing project about a post scarcity human explorer group returning to find earth in a military dictatorship and going "dude wtf stop that, shits cringe". behold a snippet of what's to come. Bonus points if you can figure out what other sci-fi civilizations I shamelessly ripped off to mangle together into the Terran Empire and the Andromedan People's Compact.

Out of context quote from a conversation between myself and @kyatmiya

"Stop yearning, I want my fucking nuts back"

"yea im a writer, i do worldbuilding"

*gets one spurt of inspiration, writes ten paragraphs then shrivels up like a dried head of lettuce for another month*

I feel like a poorly written fanfic character with a "dark and mysterious past" but instead of being faux-edgy im just incredibly ashamed of myself and repress vast swathes of my personality and identity into secret "Dbug Lore(tm)". Like, no i dont avoid talking about myself and my feelings to create an air of mystery or coolness, im just nerdy, boring, and deeply traumatized.

oh yea, this site exists. Here's a vent meme that got pressure cooked in my prefrontal cortex at 5AM. Primo literature will be posted at some point(?) when my writers block unblocks. Going through some AO3 writer "sry for not updating i got hit by a falling piano and accused of high treason <3" levels of backstage misery so that may be soon or it may be months. who knows?

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.

Tumblr asks are weird, right?

Yes, and i will be wierder