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i like snakes and a free palestine
- he/they
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aside from the aforementioned affection towards snakes, i also hold a great deal of fondness in my heart for hollow knight (i am extremely normal™ about collector), rain world (miros birds are the best creature i will not be accepting criticism on this), command and conquer red alert 2 (kirov reporting), in stars and time (one must imagine sisyphus stuck in a time loop), and about a million other things.
i played through slay the princess and spent the whole game pretty much completely ignoring her in favor of dicking around with the narrator (there is no good ending because the narrator always dies) and the voices (contrarian is the best one), which probably says a lot about me (i am aromantic asexual (this will not stop me from rebugging horny™ shit that i am tangentially interested in)).
fuck it i'm a girl now (still he/they tho)
i also like to draw and make games & shit.
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in reply to @Sexy-Harriet's post:
I empathize with the feeling of becoming more "tender" to certain things over time. I think part of it is just that I have experienced more now than I had when I was a teenager. Dark or violent media was abstract when I was younger, but now my brain associates these things with real people, real events. It's sometimes unpleasant, but more often, distracting--I disengage from the media into memory.
Oh yeah, oh yeah. Size kink/macro-micro is our thing too, and when it gets too hard, too cruel, it really feels like your heart weighs a million pounds. We've had to drop out of a bunch of stories midway through because it just...the plot twist was too senselessly cruel or terrible to bear.
For our part, at least, we've tried to carve out a niche that minimizes and quarantines those vibes in emphasis of happier things; it's our own Sisyphean boulder, but we are glad to keep charging uphill and attacking it, until the task's end or our own, whichever cometh first.