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March 26 - May 27, 2025
His main hobbies seemed to be plotting grisly murders and smirking.
You say that like it's a bad thing
Go and have a good day of pillaging Middle Earth, then, Sauron.
This was all a story, but Damien seemed like so much more than a character in a book.
Because he is! *dramatic music*
forgotten to feed her,
The biggest sin honestly
He should let her go.
So close to the point, and he still misses
Damien fully intended to kamikaze himself into the USS Vampire.
The historian in me cringes. The rest of me snorts
You have brought your grandmother’s cat back to life
finally carry you off into the sunset.” “Except, you can’t go into the sunset, dearest.” “I said moonset.”
but if she was bound for heartache anyway, she might as well get to see him naked first.
A girl's got needs and all that
How could she explain things to this blockhead in the quickest, most believable way? “Well, Slade, you are so magnificent, that sometimes lesser men might feel jealous.” “Oh my gods.” Damien actually lowered the sword and turned to glare at her. “You can’t be serious.” “It’s for the greater good.” She hissed back.
With that, the Vampire King took off flying. It was quite an exit. Like Peter Pan’s bigger, blood-sucking clone, he swept upward with no visible means of propulsion. His legs craned, his arms outstretched, he sailed through the hole in the roof and out into the night. In his wake, he left a miasma of magical sparkles that glittered in the moonlight. Kara had never seen a more ridiculous sight in her entire thirty-two years on the planet. At least, the dragons had wings. Wings had some dignity. Wings didn’t twinkle.
zombies.
Wtf ?????
That little Vampire punk was rewriting the plot even faster than Kara.
Having escaped his fate, To’kel was completely unfettered by Tanya’s limited imagination.
Damien wants to kill him anyway, so just let him kill this vamp instead of the other
Unfortunately, Slade’s captors had skipped the coordinating “enchanted, glowing gag” to shut him up.
Kara had never felt cooler in her life.
not trusting him to resist the word ‘vengeance.’ It was like crack to him.
Have you a tragic backstory? Have you a noble, misunderstood heart? Have you a love of animals and small children? No, you don’t. So, how do you presume to be a true hero without these things? You are not even possessing an uncontrollable sexual magnetism that women are helpless to resist, but which you are too manly a man to feel vain about.”
But I’m warning you, if you try anything too kinky, I’ll have to flashlight you.”
His face reflected the dawning of a true revelation. “I think… I love you.” Kara’s jaw dropped at that Partridge Family-inspired declaration. “What?” It came out a squeak. “No, you don’t. You can’t care about anything except your vengeance. The book repeats it like nine hundred times…” He cut her off, looking more and more confident in the words. “I know I love you. I know it. That’s what this new emotion is. It’s real. I feel it, hot and whole and genuine.” He slowly shook his head. “You are my mate. I’ve loved you from the first. Of course, I did.
S. T. U. P. I. D.
Both of them. But idiots in love I guess
What a description
Eugene came as close to slouching as the stick up his ass would allow.
Karalynn had definitely written the note. No one else would own a pen that wrote in sparkly lavender ink, first of all. Secondly, no one else could compose something so flippant and insane.
His Beloved. His cari. His beautiful, odd, softhearted, innocent, sneaky, reckless mate. Who gave him such peace. Who he would lay down and die for without a second thought. Who he loved more than all the other beings who’d ever existed in the history of the universe combined... …And who he now planned to horribly murder.
See they really are married
Very Fellowship of the Ring.
An Uzi. In 1892. Tanya, you bitch.
You will get rid of the last Wizard-Warlock and eradicate them from our dimension forever.”
“It’s going to sound crazy, but I met this old woman, okay? Slade’s grandmother, who’s really a cat. And a fortuneteller. And an alien.”
“Do you think To’kel knows that the blade on that guillotine needs to be made of blue diamonds, now?” Damien murmured, coming over to crouch beside her. “I have the urge to shout down a helpful reminder.”
And he’d changed the stock readouts that ran along the bottom of the television screen to say nothing but, ‘Damien is Your Master’ on every station. Twice.
Questions of how in the hell that could possibly work aside…
The two people I knew would support me in this trying time.
that crown-stealing golden retriever?”
