you can always come home 🌲
attempting to join the transfem mecha corps and during the interview they keep asking about my kinks and shit to figure out if i should be a pilot or a handler and eventually i admit i'm just here to fuck the mechs and am not really interested in being a 24/7 domme or sub and the interviewer simply nods and says the engineering bay is that way
only thing that comes to mind today.
God, why didn't anyone tell me that DMing an RPG would cause me so much Psychic damage! I just wanna spill the story, I just wanna tell it all right here and now!! What do you mean I have to wait a week to progress the story!!!
Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
knuckles (maybe) gets it
The 13th century Swedish peasant boy who's crashing on my couch keeps eating my leftover General Tso's. I always tell him he can order his own but he's all "oh no, just wonton soup is fine with me, it reminds me of winters at home by the fire" but when I open the fridge the next day, what do I see? Not my leftovers! I don't even think they had wontons in medieval Sweden.
it’s cheaper to buy vegetables here
ooc: looking at styx sprite respectfully.
looking at styx sprite RESPECTFULLY.
OOC: my asexual ass sipping tea in the background and weeping while the omninet thirsts over my blorbo.
This is Tumblr I should have expected worse.