When I was dating a guy I was hiding everything that I did because everything personal felt like it was immediately trivialised, so I didn’t like it. We were turned into these characters and placed into this ridiculous comic book, and I was like, ‘That’s mine. You’re making my relationship something that it’s not.’ I didn’t like that. But then it changed when I started dating a girl. I was like, ‘Actually, to hide this provides the implication that I’m not down with it or I’m ashamed of it, so I had to alter how I approached being in public. It opened my life up and I’m so much happier. ELLE UK 2016


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Lomax Torchstone is haunted by dreams of drowning. His life is repetitive and stagnant, he’s always doing as he’s told and spends most of his time alone. By a twist of fate, he receives a magical artifact from his new physics professor on his first day of school, and all of a sudden he’s thrown into a new reality, full of unsettling monsters and strange powers. Hopefully, with this new dimension to his life, things will change for the better. Right…?

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Fair warning, this update will be a bit long because there is a lot currently developing!

Eva is back from her 8th chemotherapy treatment!! She had doxorubicin today. I just found out that she only has 2 more treatments remaining. For some reason I thought there were 14 treatments, but it turns out I’m just not good at reading things when I’m stressed, so, there are actually only 10 total! Great news for Eva!! (^∇^)

I spoke with Eva’s oncologist Dr. Calo today, and I think I finally have my head wrapped around the concept of remission. Eva is in “microscopic remission”, since no lymphoma cells were present two weeks ago when she had the needle aspirate test. In order to find out if she is in “molecular remission” which from what I understand is basically complete remission, she has to have a blood test done called a PCR that is more sensitive than the needle aspirate.

I then spoke on the phone with Dr. Sullivan, who is the veterinarian in Washington doing T-cell Infusion Immunotherapy treatments for dogs with B-cell lymphoma that are in remission. He said that once we confirm that Eva is in molecular remission, all that is needed is a donation to cover the cost of supplies. Their budget for the project is currently VERY tight because so many people want the treatment but so few actually donate to the cause. So in order for Eva to get the T-cell infusions that could extend the length of her remission significantly, I HAVE to make a donation of at least $1k to get Eva started. I’m hoping to raise a lot of money when I sell my art in September at an arts festival, but just in case, I’m going to raise the goal for Eva’s gofundme to $15,500 after she reaches her current goal. Every penny I raise beyond Eva’s $12.5k chemotherapy goal will go to the T-cell Infusion Project for her continued treatment. So, anyone who would like to continue to support Eva and help me potentially extend her remission significantly can donate towards that if they wish!

This was a lot of information, and hopefully I explained it well enough. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who keeps donating to her fund, and sharing her fund online!! I’m gonna go collapse now

No More Heroes: A Miraculous Fan Fiction Chapter 14

               It’s been three years since Papillion’s defeat, Paris is on the road to recovery.  One year after Ladybug and Chat Noir disappeared, the magic holding his victims’ memories in place broke. The LadyBlog is used to help those victims deal with the memories.

               Nobody has been more affected by this than Alix Kubdel.  Her memories haunt all of her waking moments.  Amongst those memories, she alone knows the identity of Chat Noir.

               Gabriel Agreste leaves to find his missing wife, leaving Adrien to run the company.  Marinette has taken on an internship, but it’s with his company’s largest rival.  While reconnecting with Alya, she learns of the horrors Akuma victims are dealing with and resolves to help them.  She just has to do it without revealing her own identity.

               Sequel to All Good Things.

Warning:  May cause you to feel

Rating: T+

Thank you to my beta readers @ace-fox​ and @fuchsrenard

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Chapter 14



             Adrien felt an odd sense of dread.  It started just after he dropped off Marinette.  An odd itch under the surface of his skin.  Initially, he brushed it off as excitement.  By lunchtime it had grown into general unease. Resulting in him being little more than physically present in the afternoon meeting.  At the moment, he stood in his office, arms crossed over his chest, hands rubbing up and down his biceps.

           “If you are feeling chilled, might I suggest adjusting the thermostat?”

           The fact he hadn’t heard Nathalie approach put him more on edge.  He shook his head as he turned to acknowledge her.

           “Not cold, just thinking.”  His voice was low and carried a great weight.

           Nathalie stepped closer and held out a folder.

           “I noticed you doing a lot of thinking during the meeting and took the liberty of making this for you. It’s the minutes, plus the more relevant information that was presented.”  She pushed the file closer, indicating he should take it.

           “Thanks.”  He relaxed his stance and dropped his arms as he accepted the folder.  Her hand lingered a moment before releasing it to him completely.

           “I don’t presume to know everything going on with you.”  Nathalie began.  “My only guess is that it’s more than anyone your age should be worried about.”

           Adrien gave her a halfhearted smile.

           “It’s nothing, I’m just meeting up with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time.   I’m excited, but I’ve had a weird feeling ever since we decided on a time and place.  With everything else going on in my life, I’m just not sure why this is giving me a mild anxiety attack.”  He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

           Nathalie gave a small, almost knowing smile.

           “You feel guilty, Adrien.”  

           “Guilty?”  Now, he really was confused.  “Why guilty?”

           “You tend to hold yourself to a higher standard than that of your peers.”  She explained.  “While most people your age go out drinking every night, you are negotiating international business deals.  Believe me, it’s perfectly fine for you to go out and act your age.”

           “Why does it feel like you’re giving me permission?”  He quirked an eyebrow with the question.

           “Because it feels like you need it.”  At that statement, she turned to leave.  Not that there was anything else to say.

           She meant well, but that wasn’t what was bothering him.  He couldn’t exactly place what it was, but he definitely knew what it was not. He glanced down at his watch. There was a bit of time before his next meeting, maybe a run would dispel some of the nervous energy.


           “Thanks for all the help, Nino.”  The elevator dinged as it descended past each floor. “I’m sorry to throw off your schedule.”

           Marinette had insisted on escorting him back to his van.  He could have made it on his own, but he got the sense it gave her an excuse to be out of the office for just a bit longer.  They stood in the small elevator making polite conversation.

           “That woman at the desk,” Nino looked at the ceiling as he spoke, “is she the one that sent you on that crazy errand?”

           An annoyed looked passed over Marinette’s face.  She took a deep breath and chose her words carefully.

           “Nichole.”  She paused as they stepped off the elevator and out into the lobby.  “I don’t know if I did something to get on her bad side, or if she’s like that with everyone.  At least she speaks to me.  No one else has even said a word to me outside of their lunch order.”

           “I thought you were supposed to be gaining job experience.”  He observed.  

           “If my parents ever decide to add a delivery option to the bakery, I’ll be fully prepared.”  

           Nino took it as a good sign that she was able to make light of the situation, but could also see the toll it was taking on her.  Though her eyes still sparkled, they weren’t the same as he remembered from when she was younger.  Seeing that spark dimmed in the slightest was unacceptable to him and it made him feel a deep sympathy for his friend.  

           As they exited the building, Marinette stopped short, as if a thought had just hit her.  She reached out and grabbed Nino’s arm.

           “You can’t tell Adrien about this.  He’s been dealing with a lot and I don’t want to add this to his list of worries.”

           “As close as the two of you are, I’m sure he knows.”  Nino smiled down at her and she dropped his arm. “I’m not going to pretend I didn’t run into you today, but I can leave out some of the details.”

           “Thanks.”  She put on a fake smile.  “Tomorrow will be a week down, only thirteen more to go. Knowing it has a set time to end always makes it easier to deal with.”

           “That’s quite possibly the least optimistic thing I’ve ever heard you say.”  They continued walking toward the van.  “Don’t let this place get you down.  Promise me you’ll leave before it gets under your skin.”

           “I’ll add you to the growing list of people concerned with my well-being.”  When they reached the van she surprised him by gripping in a tight hug.  He stiffened slightly, but when she pulled away, her smile had shifted into a genuine one.

           “Thanks again for being such an awesome person, Nino.  You didn’t have to do any of this today.”

           His eyes narrowed, adding a seriousness to his features.  

           “We both know Alya would kill me if I didn’t.”  They shared a friendly chuckle and Marinette made her way back into the office building.

           As she disappeared through the lobby doors, Nino wasn’t sure what to think about the day’s events. He had learned one very important fact: If Marinette was the mystery poster, she hadn’t done it as a joke.  That being said, Adrien was still a possible suspect.  One way or another, Nino was putting this to rest tonight.


           Adrien stood outside of the club designated for the evening meetup.  His run earlier had done little to dispel the nagging energy that was following him around.  In fact, it had done just the opposite.  When he made it back to the office, he was almost late for a conference call.  Sweaty and a bit disheveled, he had little time to make himself presentable.  

           When the call had finished, his sweat-moistened clothes had dried and left him feeling gross.  He intended to grab a spare suit from his office, but found only a pair of dark blue relaxed-fit jeans and a black V-neck tee. These were kept on hand for more casual interviews and media appearances.  It would work out for the evening, but forced him to finish the day in his sweat-encrusted garments.  

           Nino spotted Adrien right away.  Despite all the time spent in front of a camera, the guy was painfully awkward when left to his own devices.  Standing out on the sidewalk, rubbing his arms as if he were chilled, Nino chalked the action up to nervousness.  While he had seen Adrien on numerous media sources, they were always business related or gossip rags attempting to break into his private life.  Not once could he remember a story about the guy hanging out anywhere, much less a club.  

           “Adrien.”  Nino raised a hand in greeting while approaching. “Long time, no see.”

           “Too long.”  Adrien dropped his left arm to his side, but kept a grip on the upper portion with his right.  When Nino came within proper distance, they gave each other a handshake and pulled in for a friendly pat on the back.

           “You ready to head in?”   Nino pointed to the entrance with his thumb.

           “Please.”  Adrien put on a smile, but his nerves were present in his eyes.  They approached the door and Nino greeted the bouncer with a series of handshakes.  The two finished with a fist-bump.  

           “How’s it going, Bruce?” Nino addressed the large man.

           “Slow, you know how industry night is.”  Bruce’s navy suit appeared stretched to its limit over his bulky muscles.  Edges of tattoos were visible around his neck and wrist. “Also means the VIP room is all yours, just clean up when you’re done.”

           “Thanks, man.” Nino gave Bruce a final handshake and called to Adrien.  “This way.”

           Bruce took in Adrien as he walked past.  They were the same height, but Bruce had at least a hundred pounds on the former model. For some reason, Adrien knew he could take him.  It wasn’t a thought he expected to have.  The man hadn’t even threatened him in any way.  Before he could dwell on it, Nino grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the darkened doorway.

           “I spin here pretty regularly.”  Nino explained as they walked down a black-lit hallway coved with plush curtains. The blue violet glow picked up every stray piece of dust and paper that had made its home on the walls and carpet. The dull thud of baselines could be felt, but the sound was tapered by the door shutting the hall off from the main club.  

           Adrien kept his eyes trained on that door.  He had been very careful to never step foot into a club.  Not that he had never been asked to make an appearance.  He always turned them down.  It would be free advertising for the establishment that may not reflect well on the family business.  The fact he agreed to meet Nino at one should speak volumes for how bad Adrien felt about not staying in touch.  He was so focused on the door; he didn’t see Nino disappear behind one of the curtains.  It was quite the shock when hands shot out of the nowhere and pulled him through the wall.

           “Dude.”  Nino let go of Adrien’s shoulders to re-adjust the curtains.  “It’s cool, private entrance.”

           Adrien took a few deep breaths and looked around.  There wasn’t much room where they stood, but opposite the curtained entrance were stairs leading up into an unseen area.  Nino took point once again, and he took up the rear.  

           The top of the stairs emptied out into a large open space.  Unlike the rest of the club, this room had decent enough lighting that Adrien could make out the details of his surroundings.  The floor was a light wood brought to a high polish.  More thick purple curtains hung against the walls. A small stage and several couches were scattered throughout the room.  A bar was set up on the far wall.

           “This place is reserved for private parties and VIP guests.”  Nino explained.  “I know it isn’t the fanciest place in town, but it is the only place I have some pull.  Figured it was better than meeting up somewhere more public.”

           They started walking towards the bar.

           “Thanks.” Adrien relaxed at the considerations of his former best friend.  “It’s been a rough day.  I really appreciate it.”

           “Yeah, rough days seem to be going around.”  Nino commented as sidled behind the bar.  “What can I get for you?”

           “Is there club soda and lime back there?”  Adrien sat down at the bar and began arranging the napkins, plastic stirrers, and condiment bottles that sat up on the counter.  

           “Yeah, what do you want mixed with that?”  Nino grabbed a lime from the mini-fridge that sat under the counter.   He picked up a blue bar rag and threw it over his shoulder.

           “Ice?”  Adrien shrugged and released a small smile.  Nino grabbed another rag and threw it in Adrien’s face.  They shared a friendly laugh and Nino picked up a paring knife to slice the lime.  

           “You mentioned rough days going around.”  Adrien watched as Nino set up a couple of highballs and filled them with ice.  Half a lime was squeezed into each glass, then dropped in on top of the ice.  He grabbed the hose that hung off of the counter and hit the button for club soda, topping off each glass.  He kept one for himself and handed the other off to Adrien.

           Nino walked back around, took up the closest empty stool, and raised his glass.

           “Cheers.”  They clinked their glasses together.

           “Cheers.”  Adrien responded.  They each took a swallow and put down their glasses.         “Now, about those bad days.  Unless you’d like to start catching up from another point in time.”

           Nino stopped a moment to think, took in a deep breath and let out a thoughtful sigh.  He looked into his glass and swirled the liquid with a slight movement of his wrist.

           “I don’t know how the girls did it.”  He let out a chuckle laced in frustration.  “They just picked up from where they left off, and here we are like it’s some awkward first date.”

           “I’m mad at myself for being out of touch.”  Adrien was picking up all of the items on the counter and arranging them in various configurations.  “I abandoned my best friend.”

           “What?”  Nino was confused.  “You didn’t abandon me, I abandoned you.  I knew you were going through something major.  At first, I was just giving you space, then things went south. By the time I got myself back together, you were going around doing the whole rich and famous thing.  It didn’t feel right trying to just jump back into your life.”

           “I should have made the effort.”  Adrien argued.  Neither one would look at the other.

           “Dude, I know how you are when it comes to the social stuff.  The blame is all on me.”  Nino went back to starring into his drink.  He looked up when he caught sight of a hand in his peripheral vision and followed it up to a halfcocked grin.

           “Hi, I’m Adrien.”

           Nino reached out and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

           “Ok, smartass.”  It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his back.

           “We good?”

           “Yeah.”  Nino agreed.  “The bad day I was talking about wasn’t mine, by the way.”

           “Really?  Whose was it?”  Adrien picked up a cocktail napkin and placed it under his drink to absorb the condensation that had begun to form and run down the side of his glass.

           “Believe it or not, Marinette.”

           “What happened?” Adrien’s voice took on a panicked tone and he scrambled to pull his phone from his pocket.  “Do I need to call her?  Should I….”    

           Nino grabbed his shoulder to calm him.

           “She’s fine.  Just one of those ‘Send the intern on a crazy task’ situations.”  He explained. “I happened to be in the area and was able to help out.”

           “Oh, you mean all the food and coffee runs.”  Adrien was visibly relieved.  “Yeah, I warned her about that.  She simply refuses to come work at my company, I understand her reasons, but I don’t really see her benefitting from that hackneyed design house.”

           “Alya’s had to do several interships for her degree. It was those stupid errands that prompted her to finally get the Vespa.”  Nino reached for his drink and brought it up to take a sip.

           “So, you think a scooter would help her out?”  The gears moving in Adrien’s brain almost made a physical noise.  

           “It would save her time getting across town.”  Nino confirmed.  “Is she properly licensed to drive one?”

           “Yes.  I had one in Uni.  We both would drive it to and from, depending on our schedule.  I started driving the car when the press started getting too obtrusive.  I honestly don’t know what happened to that thing.  It never occurred to me she might want it.”  Adrien tapped his chin thoughtfully.

           “Now that we’ve hashed all that out, let’s order some food.”  Nino grabbed a slip of laminated paper from behind the bar and presented it to Adrien. “I know you’re probably used to much fancier stuff, but I recommend the steak frites.”


           “Now you’re starting to sound like Adrien.”  Marinette glared at her friend.  “Honestly, my parent’s didn’t give me as much flak about this as the two of you.”  The two of them were setting up and arranging folding chairs in Alya’s living room.  

           “That neighborhood is super sketch.”  Alya argued. “My guess is your parents were hoping Adrien could talk you out of it.”

           This made Marinette pause for a moment.  She’d never even thought about that possibility.  Leave it to her parents to realize the more they opposed something, the more she would fight against it.  

           “If I told you I’d at least think about it; could we drop this conversation?”  Marinette cocked her head and looked her friend in the eye.

           “Only if you mean that sincerely.”  Alya sassed back.  “Thanks for helping me set up for tomorrow’s meeting, by the way.”

           “I didn’t realize you held some of the group meetings in your apartment.”

           “Every Friday night. It’s an open forum for anyone that wants to talk.  Sometimes it’s all anyone needs.”  Alya scanned around the room to make sure everything was in place.  “It also establishes this as a help center for victims, government pays the rent and I have a roof over my head.  Otherwise, I’d still be living with my parents, and I don’t think they would appreciate the weekly intrusion.”

           “That’s fair.” Marinette agreed.

           “You and Adrien are welcome to attend.”  She paused to adjust the distance between a few of the chairs.  “People show up that were never directly possessed, Pharaoh’s mummies, D’Argentcourt’s knights, and Jackady’s army.  Same as you, some of them multiple times.”

           It took Marinette a moment to register the “same as you” part.  She hadn’t had to keep track of her Ladybug cover stories in so long, she had almost forgotten what it was she had told Alya.  

           “Or like you with Dark Cupid?”  Marinette deflected the focus of the statement.  Alya nodded at her in response.  “Adrien and I are having dinner with my parents this week.  Maybe next time?”

           “Even if you can’t make a meeting, I’m always available to talk, for you or Adrien.”

           The knowing look she sent caused a cold shiver to work its way up Marinette’s spine.  There were so many things she had always wanted to tell her friend.  Even now, after their period of estrangement.  She did the only thing she could and gave Alya a grateful smile.

           “Thanks.”  The phone in Marinette’s pocket buzzed.

           “Speak of the devil.” Alya stepped into the kitchen to give her some privacy.

           “How’s it going?” Marinette picked up.

           “Just finished, it went great.  I’m heading over to pick you up.” Adrien responded.

           “You didn’t have to call to tell me that.”  She chided sweetly.

           “I just wanted to hear your voice.  See you soon, My Lady.”

           “You too, Chaton.” She whispered the nickname as she hung up.  The walls could still have ears, and she was not in the mood to explain their private nicknames for each other.    

           “I’m surprised it took him this long to call you.”  Alya leaned against the doorway, watching her friend.  “It’s really cute that you still blush like that from just a short phone call.”

           “What about you and Nino?”  Marinette shot back playfully.  “He doesn’t call just to say hello?”

           “Nino and I have a perfectly healthy relationship.”  Alya took on a crossed her arms in mock defense.  “You and Golden Boy, however, are so sweet I’m surprised you both have all your teeth.”

           “Speaking of sweet, I believe I was promised ice cream in exchange for setting up tonight.”  

           “I believe you were.” Alya tapped her lip.  “Too bad the only kind I have is spumoni.”

           “Only kind?  More like best kind.”  Marinette followed Alya into the kitchen.  


                       Adrien hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end of a sloppy kiss when Alya’s door opened. Marinette had been on the other side and practically jumped into his arms.  Her lips were surprisingly cold and tasted faintly of something sweet.  Maraschino cherry was the strongest flavor he could place. When she pulled away, he was smiling dopily.

           “What was that about?” He asked.  “Not that I’m complaining.”

           “Just showing how sickeningly sweet we really can be.”  Marinette stepped back inside to allow him through the door, then closed it behind him. “I’m going to head to the bathroom, then we can go.”  she excused herself and stepped down the hall.

           “Hey, Alya” Adrien nodded as he stepped into the kitchen.

           “Hey yourself, Charming. How was the man-date?”  She shot him a smug look.  

           “I think we’re both going to be better about staying in contact.”  He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  “Can I ask you a question?”


           “Has Marinette mentioned anything bad going on at her internship?”  He asked.

           “You mean besides her new found intimacy with the menus at all the local cafés?”  Alya thought for a moment.  “Not that I can think of, just the usual intern BS.  Why?”

           “Nothing, I try to give her the freedom she needs in this area, but I get the feeling she’s not telling me everything.”  He shrugged. “Almost like she’s trying to protect me from something.”

           “You’re a busy guy, and she’s a big girl.”  She chewed her lip a moment.  “This is going to sound like I’m putting my nose where it doesn’t belong, but I’ve seen where her apartment is.  I think you should focus more on getting her to move.  You live in a mansion, I’m sure there’s enough space somewhere.”

           “I’ve been against that place since she told me she was moving in there.”  He somberly agreed.  “Your living room is bigger than the entire floorplan, and the shower sits so low I haven’t bathed decently in weeks.”

           “Don’t tell me you moved in there.”  Her eyes were wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief.

           “Officially, it’s only been a few days, but I’ve spent most of my free time there anyway.”  He sighed.  “Sometimes she can be really stubborn.”

           “Well, I’m on your team with this one.”  Alya agreed. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

           “Help with what?” Marinette emerged from the hallway.

           “I was just giving Adrien the same invite to the weekly group meeting I gave you earlier.”  Alya shot Adrien the “Go with it” look.

           “I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule.”  He hoped that was the right answer.

           “Well, we have to get going.”  Marinette said.  “Early mornings all around.”  Adrien grabbed her hand and they both made their way out the door.

           “See you soon!” Alya called out as she closed the door behind them.

           She started cleaning up after her visitor when the tone for a video call filled the air.  She grabbed the phone and walked into the bedroom. Nino’s face popped up on the screen.

           “Are you alone?” He asked.

           “Is that a threat or an invitation?”  She responded in a sultry tone.

           “I’m going to guess that tone means you are.”  He smiled at her.  “This is about Adrien.”

           “I thought everything went well.”  Her brows furrowed in concern, and she took a seat on the bed.

           “It did, but I was kind of in recon mode and noticed a few things.”  His tone was serious.

           “Like what?”

           “The biggest thing was how nervous he was the entire time.  I would almost say fidgety.  Which kind of leads into the touching thing.”  Nino took a moment, trying to figure out how to explain it.

           “He got a little too hands-y with you?”  She wasn’t quite sure what he could have been talking about.

           “No,” Nino shook his head, “It was more like everything had to be arranged just right.  If he wasn’t moving stuff, he kept reaching for his phone, wanting to call or text Marinette.  I would have thought it was him still being head over heels for her, but I’ve seen behavior like this before.”

           “Your dad….”  She whispered.

           “Yeah.”  He agreed.  “He’s a recovering alcoholic, and I took him to a bar.”

           “Nino, I had no idea, Marinette never said anything.”

           “Neither did he, I kind of put it all together after the fact.  We had access to a full bar and he only drank club sodas with lime.  So, he made it through like a champ.  Marinette must be a part of his network, and I kept him from contacting her in a situation like that.  I feel like such a jerk.”

           “At this point, you’re just speculating.”  She tried to reassure him.

           “We’ve seen it before; he wouldn’t be the first person to deal with their problems at the bottom of a bottle.  Look at Ivan.”  Nino pointed out.

           “Yeah, but he’s never quite grasped the recovery part.  Not that I blame him.”  Alya commented.

           “Even so, my dad did make it that far.  I’ve seen him do some of the same stuff, especially in the first couple of years. People think you just quit, and that’s it.  I watched him deal with triggers and self-coping.    Once you’ve seen it, it’s easier to spot in other people.”  Stress was evident in his voice.

           “Let’s not jump to conclusions.”  Alya attempted to calm him down. “This might be something they want to keep private. If it were something as big as that, I’m sure he would have said something.”

           “If it isn’t that, something still isn’t right.  I know he’s always been a little awkward, but this is on a whole other level.”  Nino took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

           “Well, there’s nothing to be done about it, tonight.”  She pointed out.  “I say we sleep on it.  After that, we tread carefully.”

           “Ok, but sleeping is happening later.  I have a big gig that’s running pretty late tomorrow.  I need to get back on my weekend cycle.  I’m staying up tonight, then sleeping all day tomorrow.  So good luck with the meeting.  You’re welcome to come watch me after it lets out.”

           “I’ll think on it.” Alya said.  “Break a leg at the gig tomorrow.”

           “Love you too.”

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Amortentia: Bachelorette, The Finale [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]

“You were never planning to really go through with this, were you?” he interrupted, eyeing her carefully.

“Well, no,” she admitted, “but - ”

“Then why make a big deal of it now?”

“Because - because I slept with Draco!” Hermione blurted out, clapping her hand over her mouth.

Lee let out a dramatic gasp of horror, clutching at his chest.

“You did what?” he exclaimed, his voice shrill with panic.

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Poems to Beatrice

This series has come to an end as we know it. At this point, the final poem “When Love Loses” was completed on the 17th of June 2015. We shall see if this is the true and final poem to Beatrice. 

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Any future updates to the series, if the author continues to write poems to Beatrice, will be found in the most recent additions of the previous link/ tag.

If you would like to see pieces by this author outside this series, click here.

So guys im off on vacation tomorrow. Im catching up with smackdown now and already im like two ppvs whaaaaat.

Anyways my queue is set up to last all the way into next week and im gonna be getting wifi there in a few days as you have to pay for the code so i will be poting regular updates and reblogging stuff to. Some posts tagged as queues some arent as im forgetful

Because i have wifi im planning to keep up to date with raw and smackdown of course.

Im also bringing a sketchbook to do pen doodles. Some wwe some non wwe but ill take photos and upload them to here.

requests will still reopen in september also.

Anyway im gonna miss you all but of course ill post updates so i wont be fully gone. (Also as usually alert me if you notice art theft of mine on any social media that isnt mine).

Love you all

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