A Justus

Like almost all "There are two kinds," this is an oversimplification. Some vampires do both!

There's two kinds of vampires. Ones who say "Oh, the pallid face of the moon reflects the enervating ennui of my immortal languor," and ones who say "Blah!"

But the cylinder's open and there's one bullet poking halfway out of the chamber because she was in the process of loading it when she was jilted.

Boy the way my brain skipped going "He must know the titles of his books, do *I* have it wrong?" before I figured it out.

I'm not saying all of Venetian life is weird sex parties, but the parts of it that intersect with the film world...

You could always write it when the inspiration is hot and then put it in a box to decide later whether you want to share it or simply sometimes open the box and regard your secrets.

I delisted my stories from @itch.io If they want to cave in to bullshit neo-Puritan censorship, they can do so without the literal dollars of sales I generate.

Just a silly little (enormous fearsome) guy!

Canonically, Dr. Frank-N-Furter drives a pickup truck.

When you're designing your own adventures nobody can stop you from making the feuding noblemen identical twins named Karlo and Olrak.

I find that I generally have an instinct as to what a given form of magic is capable of accomplishing in a given context, and no particular need to explain it to the reader beyond that.

Also mostly it's werewolves.

Yeah, I remember Savelas wielding them like ventriloquist dummies at certain parts, although it's hard to say, because, as you said, it's often not clear what's supposed to be happening.

This was the one with all the puppets, right? A deeply weird one for sure!

Hey, buddy, how about wait for absolutely any indication that someone's open to it before you spew horny poetry on their account?

Or, for better results, skip directly to fucking off.

Wait a second, this is also just J Geil's Band's "Centerfold," but without the catch nanananananas.

My favorite Omelas riff is Dostoevsky's *The Brothers Karamazov.*

"It's the heights, Mister Heathcliff... They're... they're Wuthering."

Staring steely-eyed across the moors, Heathcliff muttered "Then god helps us all."

Quick, become the sort of person who would always have written Harry Potter fanfiction against this eventuality!

Apart from Bobby Omelettes, what's some witchcraft centered fiction you really enjoyed?

Maybe we should introduce her to Ogma.

So there's two pillars- why do we want to see these characters together, and what prevents them from being together? And then, I guess, is the answer to either of the above questions horrible?

Okay, for real, seat of the pants stuff here, but in a romance plot, the easiest basic tension is that the audience wants to see two characters together from fairly early on, but the characters aren't in a spot where that can happen.

What if the monster brings flowers?

But have you considered the appeal of ruling as a cruel and capricious admin/goddess?

Spellcheck suggests that instead of "The Mother Superior laughed a cloud of flies," I might wish to write that she "laughed at a cloud" of flies.

I said what I said, spellcheck

Not the group I would have picked to resist the devil's temptations, but therein lies the fun!

A Safe Tetragrammaton.

I can't ever read kisatz haderach without wanting to follow it with givethedogabone.

She looks like she's about done with that bard's shit.

Game of Mork Borg tonight- it says something good about the group when you can have fun rolling like- and wading through- shit.