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umm cleetus oneshot book (taking requests!!)
i only made this cause nobody else has made a fanfic about cleetus and im upset about it
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im sorry you had to lay your eyes on my fanfic (im not sorry)
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That day, absolutely everything went wrong: Vox’s proposal for a partnership, Alastor’s wild and nearly out-of-character reaction – and everything that followed. The Radio Demon left, determined to erase this day entirely, to pretend it never existed.
And then he wakes up again in Rosie’s garden and realizes the day never ends.OR: Alastor and Vox get trapped in a time loop, forced to relive that fateful day over and over, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong about it after all.
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Inspired from art by @rokko606 on twitterx !!
Vox stitches up Alastor’s Extermination Day wound with shaky hands and Alastor is bound, eager, and trembling under the needle.
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An overtraining injury, after Lute’s last visit to Hell, has her stuck in a place she doesn’t want to be: Abel taking care of her. Abel worries about her health, but it quickly becomes clear there are more scars than just the physical that need to be healed.
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When your beloved TV—and boyfriend—begins to act strange, you fear for the worst... but as you'll come to find out, a broken CRT should be the least of your concerns
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Basically, you're objectum-pilled and treat your TV (named Tenna ofc ofc) like an actual boyfriend/partner, so imagine your COMPLETE surprise when it turns out you weren't far off the mark -
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You get along pretty well with Tenna, as in the sentient television you recently got under fortunate circumstances. You finally start feeling normal even, letting the sensation of belonging somewhere seep deep into your skin.
You even meet one of Tenna's acquaintances, the prince of the so called dark world they all inhabit.But when the little goat boy encourages you to spend more time with other lightners instead of them, the dark world denizens, something deep within you cracks.
Will your pain be unheard, as it often is? Or will someone else try to hold your pieces together?