Peacefuldove
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Sometimes your life gets flipped like a table when a meteor smashes into a mountain, murderous bugs move into your backyard, and a rainbow drinker breaks into your house. It’s (probably) not your fault that any of this happens, but it (probably) is your fault for reacting to it by rigging your cat's mausoleum with hidden cameras. Or: Rose Lalonde the Vampire Slayer.
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28 Dec 2025
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Ever since your grimdark expedition you’ve felt strange. Even though you’d achieved god tier and become a certified Seer of Light, returning to normality had been difficult. Sometimes you would wake with a film of chilled perspiration on your skin. You could see tendrils of black fading from your pale skin, coiling into the air like the many reaching arms of the tentacled monstrosities that had held your mind so tightly. Your golden hair and nightclothes would stick to you in a state of dishevelment and you would be grateful that no one was around to hear your ragged, frightened gasps.
And every time you realize that you have shuffled out of your room in the middle of the “night” with enough sweat to make your clothes stick to your body and your hair cling to your face to make your bedhead all the more charming. You wonder if this is how moths must feel when they get to a lamp and can only bump against the illuminated bulb for hours on end.