The Pinned Post Is Dead, Long Live The Pinned Post!
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.
More Posts from Dbug113 and Others
Submissive robot dog girl
Call that a subwoofer
smh my head cuties like you deserve all the nice things and that's an indisputable fact.
Once again on my “I don’t deserve nice things” grind
sneezing so hard your chair rolls backwards like a fucking howitzer recoiling
yes, it is a perfectly normal cisgender desire to get jealous when looking at cute lesbian couples and yearn so hard it physically hurts to be a girl.
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
im so bad at maintaining online friendships!! im sorry to everyone i’ve had a lovely chat with but havent followed up with!! im a very isolating person and i still consider you my friend i promise !!!
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.
No offense but literally nothing and no one is and will ever be out of your league. Nothing is too good for you. Nobody has the right to make you feel like you are not enough or less than you are, you deserve the world.
holy fucking mood
fumbling every cute tgirl in my dms by being incredibly cute and fuckable but absolutely crippled by social anxiety and never messaging first making her think im not interested
*twirls hair*
another meme from me and @kyatmiya's wacky adventure. this time featuring my attempt to find cassiterite and hitting a fuckhuge vein of asbestos
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I'm writing absolute trash and its all your problems now | 19 | Any/all, almost certainly transfem | EST Ohioan corn dweller
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