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My brain has two speeds.
I am where cute, fluffy prompts go to die. It's like there's an evil genie living in my head guarding two levers marked HURT/COMFORT and ANGST, and every time I just try to write fluff like everyone else in the world he flips one of the switches and then dances around chortling with glee.
LOUD SIGH. *throws up hands*
LOUD SIGH. *throws up hands*
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J/K, I know how you feel. Every time I intend to write something nice I always end up making someone get hurt instead.
But if you ever need any help trying to de-angst anything, I'm happy to volunteer!