I am that pretty little Pegasus unicorn in sugar pastel colours that streams rainbows of candy floss behind her as she glides through the BlueSky looking to rescue screaming shitposters trying to get away from the spitting clutches of the eldritch reply guy resisters. And I poop gummie bears.
Probably a unicorn with tentacles for legs that tells you unforgiven truths that were never meant for human ears, slowly driving you mad until you're weak enough for me to claim you as a petrified trophy on my mantle, but like, in a friendly way.
I'm a bean sí but with really beautiful, soft flowing locks instead of a tousled, matted, unkempt do; when I sit on the roof of someone near death, instead of screaming and wailing, I sing funny parody songs of 90s gay icons in a decent lounge singer baritone.
Rainbow colored werecat with extra long fangs unsuccessfully playing the banjo while singing songs based on the Grimm brothers tales in front of a enormous Halloween bucket full of candy with the sign ”take as much as you want”
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that's powerful to me