My brain has two speeds.

[misachan]

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*