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October 18 - October 27, 2025
Then I tipped my head back and howled, releasing all the sorrow of the world into that sound as it was echoed by my family.
I couldn’t allow for any other fate. Not for her. She was my everything.
Geraldine bayed like a bloodhound on the heels of a fresh kill with all three of her mighty heads.
“How about we stop talking and you just come for me like a good pup,”
“Besides, it’s meant for a friend. And that’s what you are.”
“A gift, Libra, son of the hunter, for there must be a balance. A light to counter the dark. Your bond will be safeguarded with starlight from this day forward.”
“She can’t have anything more from me than pain. I’m all yours. She can’t touch my soul; it’ll be whole and waiting for you when this is over. So let me bleed for you, my Queen. It would be a fucking honour.”
My winged friend, my angel man.
“We’re coming, Gabe!” I called then formed my lips into an O, whistling to him in case that was all he understood now.
“Ah!” I reared backwards, spitting on the ground and wiping my tongue over and over against my sleeve. “Why is there a whistling ass in that pile of rocks?!”
I tried to give the tanned, leathery dude in front of me the heads up that his shiny nut was hanging out with us.
no one was paying attention to us considering Seth was now ripping up the notes Melinda had made during this meeting while Leon threatened to burn them with his fire Element too.
Leon shook his hand wildly and the eye shot off of it, flying across the table and slapping straight into Seth’s face where it grabbed hold of his cheek and instantly started wriggling towards his eye instead. Seth howled in horror, leaping forward and slamming into Tiberius as he tried to get up to help him.
Could have rolled his sleeve back and touched his arm, but whatever Trevor. I wasn’t the touching police. If the touching police were here, they might have a thing or two to say about it, but that wasn’t anything to do with me.
“I. Shall. Smite. You. Oh. Ghoulish. Foe. Of. Mine.”
“Who is this swine in the muck?” She raised her flail. “I shall clobber his nefarious clout-trapper for you, my Queen.”
I snorted at the word titling, but no one else joined in. Tough crowd.
“We’re being far too predictable.” He picked up a rock, throwing it at an unsuspecting rebel and it bounced off the guy’s head, his cry of pain cutting the air.
“Honestly, Maxy boy, anyone would think you are afraid I might wander from your dingle dangler at any given moment with the way you go on,”
Geraldine sighed like she was some long-suffering wife, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger,
that it was little more than a cow shed with a flower on top of it and still required much more work.
“This is Melinda Altair’s chamber,” Geraldine explained with a shrug. “There’s one for each of the shamed and denounced former Councillors and their family members down here.”
“What the fuck kind of kids story is that?” “The only kind that matters,” he replied with a shrug. “What did you expect? A happy ending?” “Yes, I expected a happy fucking ending,” I snarled.
I tossed it into the bag, cringing a little at how roughly I was handling it and knowing that somewhere in the world, Orion had just shuddered in horror.
The tiny bedroom I’d been given in the back corner of the R.U.M.P. Castle was big enough for little more than my bed alone, which seemed extra insulting seeing as I’d given every drop of my magic to Gerry while she created the damn thing.
“Here, give yourself a book boner. It’ll make you think of Orion.”
“Take me to Davy Jones’ Locker, and plunder my treasure chest with your sea cucumber.”
I can paint our picture with whatever brush you choose, and make it look however you imagine.”
“If they’re for you, you can access them with blood, but-” “Fang please.”
Loqui leaned in to speak in my ear.
Are her lips not stitched closed?
“Sorry, man,” the guy breathed, backing up a step and offering a peace sign which instantly froze my blood in my veins.
“Wait, when did the Dragon and co bend the fucking knee?”
“If I were in mortal peril, would you risk all to save me, throw yourself between me and death, give up everything just to see me survive?” “Of course I would, Gerry,” he said, his eyes softening like the wet kipper I had suspected he was. “Thank you for admitting that most crippling weakness,”
I shall not think about how I wish to impale that terrible toad of a Dragoon Mildred on the pointiest stick I can conjure.” She whacked herself over the head hard. “Drat, there I go thinking of it. Well, it is gone now,
Geraldine leaned close, pressing her ear to Caleb’s other ear which wasn’t against the door. “Perhaps I can use you as an ear trumpet,”
“Fine, I’ll just stand here like an unwanted almond,” I said loudly, but they ignored me. “No one likes an almond.”
“Fan mail can be redirected through my PO box – please stop harassing my pals to try and get hold of me. Ciao.”
“You were one of the things that made me glow. But now you’re gone, and you took all of my light with you.”
“Fear the Bonded men! You cannot win! Death is coming! The prophecy has changed!”
“We’ve seen death and mayhem unlike anything you’ve ever experienced in your cushy office jobs. We’ve fought alongside friend and foe alike and lost more than just those we loved along the way. We’ve sacrificed our souls to this cause, pieces of us fracturing and breaking off with every heinous act we are forced to commit in the name of fighting against Lionel’s tyranny and oppression. Meanwhile, the three of you spent years sitting across tables from him, turning a blind eye to any signs of what he was up to behind closed doors. He didn’t just seize this opportunity when the Shadow Princess
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AHHHHHH YESSSSSSS
done giving my all to everyone else,
Its the way she hasnt done this cause shes selfish
Darcy had abandoned me,
Bye. Like she wouldnt do the same in darcy's shoes
“And yes, his buttocks are firm enough to draw a wandering eye or two from every direction-” “Gerry,” Max barked.
“Well, bravo, young whippersnapper. Your vivacious description doth bring a tear to my eye,” Geraldine said dryly.
Ashley Mathews: I run a kink store called Kinky Farm and business is BOOMING after we introduced a new range of Pegasex dolls which include a blow-up Caleb Altair!
And not just anywhere between them, oh no, right between their fucking bare assholes, one on either side of my face as their tails swept through the space above me.
“My King!” Vard wailed, trying to escape the never-ending blast of faeces, slipping and sliding in the filth as he tried to get to me.
She whirled on me suddenly and I kicked away from the back wall where I was standing, opening my arms to pull her closer, but instead she punched me square in the chest. My eyebrows arched in surprise at the impact of that ferocious little attack and she cursed, shaking out her hand and pointing at me with her other one.
“You’d better be watching, sir. Because this fight is for the Vegas.”
“Damn,” Orion breathed. “Do not get a boner over my sister while I’m touching you,” I warned. “Too late,” he muttered,
