“Hello, evil overlord.” The Villain did not cry; she knew this. But she also knew that for the rest of her life, if she got to grow old, wasting away in a bed, recounting her adventures of working for the darkest figure in the land, she would swear to herself, even then, that she saw The Villain’s black eyes glisten. “Hello, little tornado.”
YEA SOMEBODY HIT PAUSE- I CANT
— Jan 30, 2025 09:13AM
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