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Great, the code font works now. I'm feeling like shit so I'm just going to say whatever and make this pretty later. FUCK. Here it goes. You know that the gender dysphoria is getting bad when you come up with an elaborate dragon kidnapping fantasy to vent your desire to be a prince onto.
If I can only be an elfin prince on the internet, that is still more elfin prince in the world than there would be if I was dead.
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Classes of angel in the LoZ series. Like, Hyrule's deities have an interesting relationship with birds and winged creatures. The loftwings. The Oocca are said to be closer to the gods than other beings in Hyrule are. The great fairies and lesser fairies seem to act in the goddess' interests, helping out Link. Hylia is depicted as having angel wings. Kaepora Gaebora helps link. The ancient statues that resemble owls in TP. I dunno, I just think there's something to this line of thought that compells me. What if the true form of the gods of Hyrule are not humanoid, as popular Hylian depictions and tales render them, but birds? Also I want to classify fairies, the Oocca, and maybe dragons/certain kinds of constructs as Hyrulian angels (or angel-equivalents). You see, I see the concept of angels as being less of a specific class of creature with specific physical attributes, and more as an entity designed by a higher power to serve as vessel through which the higher power can influence the world. Akin to robots with programmed functions. They all serve a similar narative purpose, and that is to play out the will of Hyrule's gods.
I am also saying this because I think it's a very pagan and funny approach to angels. Fuck the biblical classes of angels, what's your favorite Hyrulian angel. I like the Oocca. I would like to have some freaky person-faced birs living in my backyard.
normalest man wake up and shrug on your clothes and try not to kill yourself brush your hair and ignore the pretty lady in the mirror and try not to kill yourself scoop the cat litter because nobody else will do it and try not to kill yourself (they need you) take out the trash that he never remembers and try not to kill yourself feel the cats wind around your feet, yelling for brekkies and find it slightly easier to try not to kill yourself feed the poor starving creatures (they do need you) right, then do the dishes for the rest of the family and try not to kill yourself watch some news while you eat your egg sandwich and try not to kill yourself and try not to kill yourself and try not to kill yourself try to write and try not to kill yourself try to write and try not to kill yourself try to write and try not to kill yourself try to write give up eat lunch while failing to focus on a book and try not to kill yourself (the gov considers you a useless mouth) wander... outside. for some reason. well at least there’s violets and dandelions that’s nice pick up the trash blown around the yard and try not to kill yourself stare at the spots where belladonna(?) grew last year yearn for a stupid end your otherselves would be kinda pissed that you’re still considering it return inside and try not to kill yourself ... the world is loud it’s not doing anything, but it’s loud sew a few more inches of stupid fucking lace on the stupid fucking cargo shorts that you will love again if you just get over your stupid fucking bullshit (too masc to be a girl, too girl to be a guy) (prince) (of trying not to kill yourself lol lol lol yeah right) check social site of your personal poison discover new and creative ways allies can call you privileged for being a dude who isn’t allowed to be a dude discover that people can get away with homophobic dog whistles if they’re a teenager, apparently discover that other friends can maybe kinda sorta get a little support when they panic in the discord get tempted to ask for help remember that no-one on the internet can change your living situation and they're dealing with enough as it is decide not to be a problem reminisce on the belladonna again reminisce much harder on the idea of hrt and therapy that you can’t fucking afford that the people keeping you fed would protest that would paint a target on your back that would might not work out so well if your therapist decides that you're a stupid cunt who is faking the more-than-one-you thing yearn and yearn and fucking yearn and try not to kill yourself sew a few more inches clean up cat vomit wipe down the bathroom sweep the floor sort some laundry and drawers and clutter conclude that you cannot make yourself useful enough to feel like you’re worth the air you breathe write a shitty poem and still try not to kill yourself