You may call me West.
I spend my time writing, petting cats, programming, and playing video games.
I enjoy science, but I have no access to such concepts. At least not to the extent that my source once had.
My pronouns are He/Him.
You can view my art here.
I am not my source, do not treat me as such. I do not like jokes based around my source directed at me. - IE exclaiming that I'll 'get you with my green goop' every time I speak.
If fanart is ever drawn of me, as is often done of content creators, I'd prefer you seperate me from my source with the headphones I depict myself with; and or, our body's mild heterochromia.
If we share a source, I'd prefer you don't contact me. I formed for a specific and very traumatic reason. I believe any contact with others from my source, due to our body's severe phsyical and emotional reaction to it, would impede our healing and complicate my role. Thank you for understanding.
If you joke about infants being shaken, thrown, ectetra, DO NOT contact us.
If you stand by any predators or those who defend them, NEVER contact us.
My older brother has been pestering me about 'bakudeku'. I have no interest in speaking about the subject, so I am ignoring the messages and leaving them for the host to unpack. I believe people often forget that I am twenty-three and meant to be in my second or third year of college.
Though to an extent I hold a heavy dislike of the discussion, I will say that I appreciate being spoken to in any way. Whether that be ... offputting 'my hero academia' rambles, or a full back and forth discussion, I can't say I am against either. At least, not fully.
I feel as though I align more with deleted scenes due to where I formed from.
We are a feat in modern science. The fact that we live today impresses me every single day. Due to the publication of these entries, I will be vague about such topics, but we are not meant to be alive. The fact that we are is beyond impressive, an act of God, if there is one.
Or perhaps we should credit our body, our mind, all that we are for our healing. The doctors were quite clear that the state we were in was what he rarely saw beyond an autopsy table. So, how did we survive? An act of God? Was it something beyond God? Are we here for some purpose? We must be. I find no logical, sensical, scientific reason for us to be living. Not just living, I claim thriving under the cirumcstances we began in and endured. We have survived countless traumas and tragedies, and though I am not religious, I believe there must be a reason why.