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"Yea, I'm still in the closet" (the closet in question)

A closet for all your needs

I should not be allowed to act this hard to get when I fall hopelessly in love with anyone that listens to my autistic infodumping and is nice to me.

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.

shoutout people who feel too plural for singlets and too singlet for plurals. it can suck to be out of place, i get it.

shoutout people who use "personalities", "emotions", "identities", "parts", or similar, i do this too. none of us are really sentient enough to use anything else.

shoutout systems and such who are too blurry to tell who they are. this is what we are like. we almost never have a sense of identity, and even when we do, it's extremely vague. we can't notice switches and we don't feel any different from anyone else.

...and more i haven't mentioned.

Reblog if you’re a transfem who is shy and you fear abandonment, even when you know that your friends are amazing and would never leave you.

Or if you like pizza.

tumblr shows u the hottest ppl alive with the same kinks as u, same politics as u, same interests as u, same taste in music as u, same sense of humour as u and they allllllll live on neptune or the mariana trench or somethin -.-

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.

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.

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.

A four-panel retelling of me and @kyatmiya's beautiful foray into modded minecraft. We decided in a classical example of girlbossing too close to the sun to boot up Terrafirmagreg, one of the most technically challenging and time/grind intensive modpacks we know of. Our first year is on the books, and we're barely surviving by the skins of our teeth. This shit's peak, I haven't had this much fun playing minecraft in a loooong time.