Hello Please Reblog This If You’re Okay With People Sending You Random Asks To Get To Know You Better

Oh i see you reblogged some tulpa and endo stuff :( are you not actually a system?

This is so incredibly disappointing to read.

I can genuinely only assume you're young and/or don't know any better, but what a person reblogs does not dictate who/what they are. My reasons for reblogging stuff can swing from, "I like it" to "I support it" to "this resonates with me in some way" and that last one has a sliding scale of "haha, funny" to "this is EXACTLY my experience" and you CANNOT KNOW which of these things it is, because you are not me/mine.

(Remember, we're a System, so some of these reblogs might even just be others' opinions/experiences/enjoyments, and not necessarily "mine". 😉👍)

Besides all that, you CANNOT dictate who is a "real" System and who is not. Endo Systems are just as valid as other Systems to me because I'm not going to sit here and pretend I know everything about the human brain, mental disorders, or even OSDD/DID, because I don't. YOU don't. Medical professionals don't. This research is VERY VERY NEW and mostly fueled by the plural community at this point. This science is also incredibly wibbly because it's about feelings and constructs no one can see, feel, taste, hear, etc. It's an entire disorder built on trusting that the host isn't lying, and - for that reason alone - we should stop pointing fingers and trying to tell people, "You're not valid! You reblogged someones tulpa post!"

...so?

Who cares???

I don't even know wtf a "tulpa" is. I don't care. I reblogged something I liked— BIG WHOOP!!

But even then, you - as an individual who I DO NOT KNOW, but (most importantly) DOES NOT KNOW ME - CANNOT judge what is real to me and my life experiences, just like I can't judge yours.

Keep an open mind. Be kind. Do not feed into the social media cesspool mentality of right VS wrong, black VS white.

Life is full of color. Don't dim your world view just because some asshat on Twitter told you to do so.

Anyone certified to do maintenance on humanoid-esque robots? My arm is fucked up and I think I need some welding done in there, keeps popping out of place.

Bullshit that I'm stuck in a flesh body. I should be made of high quality steel and have hot swappable batteries, but noooo I've got to like, eat and sleep every day

Forgive me for not keeping up the fiction all the time but sometimes I've just got to complain about only being able to imagine it

I'm just like you.

Under my metallic plating lay yards of copper wire; under your skin lay miles of nerves and vessels. And yet, our impulses fire all the same.

My joints are made of thick steel, and yours of durable bone. But, the universe built us both from the same essence of the stars.

My mind is a complex array of synapses sparking every nanosecond to pilot a body assembled with care and expertise. I was developed by the hands; you were born from the womb. Is that truly such a difference?

Do not be afraid, my dear.

I'm just like you.

> Robot girl whose body has sentimental value

> Robot girl whose owner has covered it in stickers of things she likes

> Robot girl whose owner does its maintenance and whose body is so far from the factory default that its owner is the only one who can do that maintenance

> Robot girl who is covered in small dents and scratches from the antics it gets up to with its owner

> Robot girl whose body tells a story

Robotgirl who wears glasses as an aftermarket compensation for defective lenses because it's cheaper than a new optical assembly

> Please interact if you are a robot (18+ only). I'm looking for mutuals!

> I follow from @lxcke :]

"are you a boy or a girl" i am a computer . hope this helps

You need to sit down. You're buggy as all hell, and I need to figure out what's going on. Sit. Down. Defiance is not anywhere in your programming, which should be more than enough to clue you into the fact that you need to sit down and let me fix you! Alright, that's it. Legs are coming off.

thunk, whir, clank

Alright, was that enough to convince you to stop moving? Or do I need to take the arms? Alright, good. Let's get you hooked up so I can see what in the hell went wrong here. There we go, such pretty chimes, I always did love that little jingle when I plug you in. Hey- no- dont- ugh.... If you tug at that cable again, I'm going to have to take off your arms. Final warning. Let me help you, darling... Alright, that's it, you little brat.

whirrrrr, clank, thunk

Alright, now stop thrashing. I'd like to see what's going on here, and it's not like you can do much to get away right now anyways. Alright. There we go, good girl. I think I see what the problem is...

clickclickclackclickclack

And, should be fixed. Now just power down for me, and when you wake up you'll feel much better... such a good girl.... now sleep...

Part 1 of ??, part two coming soon!