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HEy! It's that time again! That's right, midterms! fall over by Pikachumaster

Where everyone is dying and on the edge of their seats to discover what their midterm grade will be in their university of choice. :iconimsodoneplz: (I think high school does it too? It's been, like, six years since I was in high school I don't fucking remember shit about how it works anymore.) Maybe by SylarGrimm

So far I got a 93 on one and 100 on another. A's all around! EVEN IF I GO INSANE :iconbalthydoesntcareplz: I WILL MAKE THE PRESIDENT'S LIST IF IT KILLS ME GOD DAMNIT

Anyways, I have been slacking on updating things since, well, pretty much since school started. It's harder to balance work and school and social lives and stories than I thought. :iconmishacryplz:Also, depression has been kicking my ass pretty hard, too. 

HOWEVER, I'm feeling pretty good for now so I am going to try and update all of my works by the end of the month. :iconspnlolplz:I'm pretending you all care. It encourages me.

There are two I'm even going to hopefully finish this month. Or by the middle of next month. Then I will make sure to have NO MORE THAN THREE WRITTEN STORIES GOING AT ONCE. (I will be counting on :iconksterstone: to keep me in line with that.) I also have to update my mangas...Chemical Justice and Post Mortem are kinda just...floating around. haha...ha....just a little less than two months left before this semester ends...and then the next semester will be my last and I will finally graduate...after six years and three majors... :icongabehellzyeahplz:

Anyways, you stay awesome. :iconohyoucasplz::iconsuaveluciferplz:

yes I went icon crazy shut up this needed to look more fun
  • Listening to: MY LIFE PASS ME BY
  • Reading: Death Note Vol 10
  • Watching: NOTHING
  • Playing: should I sleep or work on shit
  • Eating: Nothing because it's midnight
  • Drinking: in the fact no one will read this part
A Series of Surprisingly Fortunate Events

Chapter Five: First they're sour, then they're sweet


Stilinski leads the way as they work through the zoo. He gets a wistful look in his eyes when they arrive in the nocturnal exhibit, before proceeding to tell Derek all the bad things Stiles has done in the dark of nocturnal exhibits.

Who doesn't try to steal themselves a bat while in there?

Like, come one. It could have been a gross, deadly vampire and there is no way little!Stiles didn't wanna be friends with that!

They then pass the petting zoo and Stilinski stares at it for a while, remembering all the times he brought Stiles in there.

Including the time he brought a five year old Stiles and Scott, where Stiles put food in Scott's pockets and laughed as the animals kept making him fall over when they tried to get it.

That's not mean.

That's just good friending.

He got all kinds of love from the animals that day and who doesn't want love from cute animals?

Psychopaths. That's who.

Seriously though, all of Stilinski's memories are of Stiles causing trouble. Trying to sneak into exhibits, scaring other children, stealing a $40 stuffed animal, and sneaking out of a butterfly exhibit with a few caterpillars and a chrysalis or ten to make his own butterfly exhibit in his bedroom. In his defense, it worked. Until his dad let them all out.

He had to have done something good at some point, right?

Evidently not because they have just reached the wolves and his dad is telling Derek of when Stiles decided he was going to be one.

"-He followed them for an hour, studying them and trying to work out their 'language' so he could become 'king of the wolves'." Stilinski laughs, joined with Derek who is enjoying this way too much. "Luckily an older man informed him that wolves don't cook their meat and apparently that was his limit."

"Oh my god, dad, at least tell him cute stories about me." Stiles groans.

"Those are cute stories." Stilinski points out and Stiles wonders if it's his fault his father's views are so warped. "Oh, when you were very little we went to a reptile room where they had some snakes, lizards, and turtles out. No one paid attention to the turtle because he was slow and just sitting there, but you wouldn't leave him. You didn't want him to feel unimportant so you sat by his side for three hours, the longest you have ever stayed in one place. You just sat with him and talked to him." A fond smile comes to his face, "Which is why we go to see him every year."

"Finally!" Stiles sighs, "You see, that is cute!" He looks to Derek, "Isn't it?"

Derek smirks, "I'm still partial to you pantsing some kid named Greenburg on your school trip to try to get an emu to 'eat the worm'."

"We don't talk about that."

"I'm pretty sure from now on we won't talk about anything but that."

Stilinski shakes his head fondly at the two of them before excusing himself to go to the bathroom, leaving the two alone.

"Um…" Stiles begins and Derek stands next to him watching the giraffe walk around in front of them.

"So, you know that most people take a person out to eat before they get in their pants." The man teases, making Stiles gawk.

"I-yo-Oh my GOD, Derek! I said we weren't talking about that!" He whines and Derek laughs under his breath.

"You seem upset. As a kind boyfriend I will toss you over this fence so you can run with your kind for a little bit. Let off some steam."

"I am gonna kick your well-toned ass!" Stiles yells.

"Honestly, though, you and your father are surprisingly fun to hang out with." Derek says and Stiles smiles a little.

"You need to work on your compliments, sourpatch. But it's good to know you aren't suffering."

"Stiles…" The older man begins, staring at the giraffes as if he's unsure of what he's about to say. "I don't hate you, you know that right?" Derek looks over at Stiles, "I wouldn't agree to this, even if I did owe Scott-"

"Which you do."

"-I wouldn't pretend to date someone I hated." He finishes, clearly ignoring Stiles. "So, you know, keep that in mind."

Stiles isn't sure how to react. He smiles a little, then frowns because he can feel his face heating up, and then looks at Derek with some awkwardly tense smile that looks like he might be scared for his life.

Derek doesn't hate him?

That is literally news.

Big news.

On the local channel getting covered by some random reporter at six o'clock, news.

Seeing Stiles' internal combustion, Derek decides to make it worse.

"In fact, sometimes when you are being a little less of a shithead than usual, I actually like you." The man admits and that does it.

Stiles makes a weird noise that was something between a 'wha-?' and 'heee!' before effectively shutting down. All systems are very much not go. Derek Hale actually likes Stiles once and a while, that's like-

That's like-

He can't think of anything right now but when the shock wears off he will have a totally amazing comparison so come back later.

"I'm back, what did I miss?" Stilinski asks, coming up beside his son.

"Oh, not much, I think I broke him." Derek smirks. "His mother ship might have to take him back in for repairs."

Stilinski looks to his clearly flustered son and then back to Derek with a smile Stiles doesn't quite get. "I haven't seen that look since I explained where babies came from."

Derek laughs, actually laughs and Stiles is fairly certain he heard a little snort at the beginning. It's not cute.

He's not cute.

He's clearly a diabolical man out to break Stiles' mind with words and noises and his looks. Yes, this is no longer The Proposal. This is a James Bond movie and Stiles is 007 getting hardcore played by an evil vixen who goes by the total unsexy name of Derek Hale. Couldn't be something like Ivana Humpalot. Nope, Derek Hale.

Fuck you Derek Hale.

They eventually get passed Stiles' little meltdown and finish their tour of the zoo before going out to dinner again. This time Scott is very much not invited or informed and it goes relatively smooth until, somehow, they all end up back at Stiles' apartment.

Derek included.

With an overnight bag.

Stilinski takes the couch, obviously, since there is only one bedroom. One bedroom Stiles has to share with Derek. The Derek who doesn't hate him and sometimes occasionally likes him. A fact that made Stiles a lot happier than he is comfortable with.

"So, we're gonna be doing a head-to-foot thing. Cool?" Stiles asks and Derek shrugs, taking off his shirt and effectively making all of Stiles' other thoughts fly out the window.

"Your dad leaves tomorrow, right?" Derek speaks up, giving Stiles a look when he notices the teen ogling him. "Stiles."

"Huh-oh-right!" Stiles nods, "Yeah, tonight's the last night he goes home tomorrow and we can resume out normal way of life."

"You mean you interfering with my employee's work?" Derek groans, "Could that possibly not happen so much?"

"Oh please," Stiles scoffs, "The Hales love me."

"It takes a lot of convincing to keep Cora from killing you." Derek points out. "And even more convincing to allow you to even come into our store."

Stiles looks up at Derek in shock. "Wait, are you saying…you stick up for me against your sisters?"

The older man tenses up a little, a guilty expression now on his face. "Um…"

"Wow! I feel so loved!" Stiles teases and Derek actually-

No way-

Is he-

"Derek Hale is blushing holy shit!" He accidentally blurts out, receiving a harsh glare from the older man. "Wow! Derek Hale thinks I'm cool!"

"Now I have never, EVER, said that." Derek firmly denies. "No one thinks your cool."

"Psh, whatever man. You wanna be my buddy." Stiles grins, "Wanna hang out with the great Stiles Stilinski. Bask in my glory at least once a day."

Derek rolls his eyes. "Oh, yes, all the glory that is a clumsy teenager who can't even manage the basic human function of walking."

"It's hard to keep your balance when your feet don't touch the ground." Stiles boasts and Derek raises a brow.

"Wow. Stiles. No."

"I'm an angel."

"Nobody thinks that." Derek protests.

"I'm James bond."

"You should probably get your head out of your ass soon, otherwise this whole head-to-foot arrangement is going to get awkward."

Stiles laughs, patting Derek on the back when he gets into bed. "Good for you! Our little sourpatch made a funny!"

Derek smiles at him and Stiles immediately stops laughing. "Go to bed, before I send you back to the other giraffes where you belong."

Stiles sits there, reeling as he watches Derek lie down in a comfortable position. Thank god this is all ending tomorrow. He didn't think Derek would be this cool. Or likeable. Or nice.

"On second thought," Derek pipes up, "Maybe I'll just send your cackling ass to the emus." He teases, smirking like the little shit he is.

"Not if I send you back to the factory first," Stiles huffs, getting under his covers. "You defective sourpatch."

A/N: OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE. So sorry! School and work have me ridiculously busy! Anyways, next chapter is the last. So, like, anyone still reading this thank you for putting up with my shitty updating. You're hella rad.
Our Happy Marriage
Chapter One: The Rapunzel to my Tower
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You know the story of Rapunzel, correct?

Not the cutesy ones in cartoons, but the true fairytale, where Rapunzel’s mother stole from a witch’s garden so said witch took Rapunzel when she was born and held her in a tower?

Well, Cyrus Kavanagh is living a real life version of this story.

Only he is not Rapunzel.

No, he would be more in the role of the tower, in all honesty.

His father would be the witch.

And Rapunzel? Well, Rapunzel just so happens to be a recently-turned-18 year old boy named Hamish Reynolds. Of course everyone else knows him as Hale, an up-and-coming singer.

Would you like some elaboration? Probably. Here you go:

Cyrus Kavanagh is the third son to the head of the Kavanagh family, Cornelius. His family is most known for their corporation, a corporation Cyrus knows absolutely nothing about. You see, their family goes by a very out-dated view. The eldest of the sons inherits the family business, any other sons go off on their own. Cyrus is okay with this rule, though, since it allowed him to become a writer.

There’s another rule, however, that he is not too keen on. Ten generations ago, when the family business was young, its creator Oliver ran into a problem with his three sons. His first son was to inherit his business, as is expected. However, when he retired there was an argument between his first and third son. Both of them had married and had children, around the same time, so the heir after his first son passed was up for debate.

His first son’s eldest son was nowhere near as intelligent as his third son’s, so the company wound up going to him, but not after long fights that ultimately turned the entire family apart. It was then that he realized something. His second son, who he had disowned upon discovering he was homosexual, had no children and caused no issues. Realizing this he made amends with the man and created a new family rule; any sons had after the first are to remain single or married off to another man.

This way, any child had by them would be a bastard and not up for candidacy as the heir to the corporation.

The Kavanagh’s are very big on dramatics. Nonetheless, this has been the way since then. Although many generations only had one child, there were a few here and there with more than one son that did indeed marry those younger ones off to other men their ages. Of course most of these marriages were for show and both men had mistresses and children with them.

Cyrus's family was a little different, however. His father Cornelius did not bother with any of that. He told Cyrus and his second eldest brother Samuel that they were not to marry and left it at that. It wasn’t until Cyrus was nine that it all went to hell. Samuel was nineteen at the time and had fallen in love with a woman. Without a word he took her and ran away, eloping in some European country where his father could not reach them.

This threw his father off and drove him mad. With his eldest son already married to the woman of his dreams, his biggest concern now was Cyrus. Of course Cyrus had promised he would never marry, and he planned to live up to that promise, but in his father’s eyes the promise meant nothing anymore. After all, Samuel had promised the same thing and look what happened there.

Cornelius decided he had no choice-he had to marry Cyrus off to another male. (His family really doesn’t deal with problems very well) Of course in America it is not normal to arrange marriages, and even if someone had promised they could easily back out.

That’s where his Rapunzel comes in.

When Cyrus was 10 a woman at his father’s company was found to have been embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars over the past twelve years. Cornelius, being the shrewd businessman he is, decided to make a deal with her. She would be fired but would not face any legal charges or have to pay him back if she did one thing; gave her three year old son to his ten year old son.

Creepy, right?

Well, it gets worse, because she eagerly agreed. That’s right, folks, mother of the year just signed her son’s life away so she didn’t have to pay for her own crimes.

They drew up a contract, a very legal and binding contract that had the lovely extra enforcement of blackmail to keep it sturdy, and agreed that Cyrus and Hamish would marry when Hamish turned eighteen.

And guess what last week was? That’s right! Little Hamish turned eighteen in a big bash with lots of camera crews and famous people.

Cyrus is not pleased. They couldn’t wait until Hamish was in his mid-twenties? There is nothing more unbearable to Cyrus than children between the ages of five to twenty-one. That’s right, even twenty year olds piss him off. Now he has to meet and marry some eighteen year old spoiled brat (not that he can talk much, he is rich from his family after all). No twenty-five year old wants to marry an eighteen year old. Sex is one thing, marriage is a whole different ballgame.

So here he is, sitting in a rented out restaurant with his mother and father as they wait for his future husband. The husband he will be secretly marrying after dinner.

Everyone is silent, not out of nerves, but simply because none of them talk to one another. Cyrus is playing with a straw, Cornelius is doing business on his phone, and his mother is chatting up the poor waitress. Yes, they are truly a lovely family to be married into.

After what feels like forever, they hear voices in the front heading towards the backroom they are seated in. From his parents to his fiancé and even to him, everyone is famous and cannot be seen doing this. After all, this is quite a scandalous event. Not because of two men, no, that stopped being a hot button ages ago. However, a handsome singer and some unkempt author getting married out of blackmail? Ohh that is quite juicy.

Cyrus takes a deep breath and glances towards the entrance as they come into the room. Hamish's eyes scan the room in confusion before he looks to his mother.

“I see no gorgeous woman in her twenties, mother.” He whispers, but everyone can hear it because the room is so. Fucking. Quiet. “Where is the woman I am to marry?”

The words echo in Cyrus’ ears.  Well, shit. They never even told him he was marrying a guy. It’s his turn to scan the room now, trying to find a quick exit strategy. He figured Hamish would know and he would have already had fifteen years to accept that he was marrying a man. Nope. He’s not even gonna get fifteen seconds to accept it.

This will be fun.

“Um, dear, we lied a little.” Hamish's mother smiles nervously, her eyes falling on Cyrus who is now a little too aware of his disheveled hair, freckles, and thick-framed glasses. Perhaps he should have combed it out before they got there like his mother suggested.

Oh, who is he kidding? Combed hair wouldn’t make this any easier on the kid.

Probably.

“This is your fiancé.” Cornelius speaks up after a far-too-long pause. He gestures to Cyrus, who is burying his face in his hand, exasperated with all of the idiots that have reproduced in this room.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Cyrus glances up at the now pale white teen and frowns. “Hello, Hamish.”

What the fuck!?” Hamish screams, gesturing to Cyrus who watches on unamused. “I was told I would be marrying a gorgeous twenty-five year old woman who writes adventure and horror books. You said that she had long dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes!” He looks back at Cyrus again in disgust before turning to his parents once more. “The only thing you got right was the eyes! And how is this shrimp twenty-five? He looks younger than me! He certainly has less shame then me, coming out into a nice restaurant looking like that.”

Cyrus groans and turns to his mother, “This right here is why I wanted to wait until he was in his mid-twenties.” He looks back to the fuming teen. “I hate children.”

“Just because I'm younger than you doesn’t make me a child you old troll! I am Hale Reynolds, a singer known for his great looks! I can't be seen married to some midget!” Hamish whines and Cyrus rolls his eyes.

“Well I am Cyrus Kavanagh, a man known for his intelligence and poise. I cannot be seen married to some winey little brat. So I guess we both have issues here, Hamish.”

“Do not call me Hamish, I hate that name! You call me Hale. Understand that, old man?” Hale asks and Cyrus shrugs.

“Whatever you want Hale.”

“That is enough.” Cornelius says, looking down at the fiancés as they continue glaring at each other, Cyrus mouthing insults in different languages like the cultured brat he is.

“Your son is mouthing insults at me!” Hale huffs and Cornelius shoots Cyrus a look.

“You are a twenty-five year old man, do not taunt a teenager.”

“My apologies, father.” Cyrus mumbles unconvincingly.

“Listen up, you two; today you will be married. Cyrus's things are already being transported to your home, Hale-” He ignores the matching looks of surprise on the boys’ faces, “You had best learn to get along.”

“You moved all of my stuff?” Cyrus asks calmly, “A little heads up would have been nice. Did you at least get all of my writing things?”

“Literally everything of yours is now in Hale's home.” Cornelius says, “You have had fifteen years notice to be ready for this. Did you honestly think you would get married and be able to live in separate homes?”

“I was hoping…” Cyrus mumbles.

“I'm going on tour soon.” Hale says, still glaring at Cyrus who is now playing with his drink again. “He will be staying here, right?”

“No, he is to go on tour with you.” Cornelius says and Cyrus sighs.

“Now your just trying to hurt me.”

“He can't come on tour with me! My parents already do, there is no room for him with them and the band members!” Hale whines.

“Hunny,” Mrs. Reynolds frowns, “When you get married we will no longer be going with you on tours. Cyrus will.”

“Well, fuck me.” Cyrus mumbles while Hale has a silent breakdown. At least it’s silent.

“D-does this mean people will know we are-?”

“No.” Cornelius interrupts Hale, “No one is to know. This is one family tradition I would prefer to keep secret. He will be accompanying you under the guise of being your manager’s assistant. Which he wants to do because staying to home is boring him.”

“It very much is not.” Cyrus protests. “Indoors is where I flourish.”

“I doubt you're physically capable of flourishing.” Hale grumbles
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“Hale, be kind to your fiancé.” His father finally speaks up. “Go sit next to him so we can all order.”

Hale looks at Cyrus wearily before sitting next to him, making sure to move his chair as far away as he physically can. “This is the worst…” He mumbles before bringing his glass of water to his lips.

“At least we don’t have to consummate the marriage.” Cyrus says, his lips turning up in a twisted smirk as he watches Hale do a massive spit-take.

Yes, Cyrus can already tell this is fairytale-nightmare-come-true is going to be hell.

His Rapunzel sucks.
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A/N: I have two stories with only two chapters left, and this won't leave my head, so it must be written. I'm in love with this trope omg someone stop me but don't really
Our Happy Marriage
Happy MArriage <- Hamish and Cyrus

PLOT: Cyrus Kavanagh is the third son to a rich family. A rich family with a weird tradition that results in the arranged marriage between him and another young boy when they are children. The other boy, Hamish is now 18 and able to marry the now 25 year old Cyrus. There are a few problems though. Hamish is a famous singer, they have to keep their marriage secret and they hate each other
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Happy MArriage by chibi-nao15
Happy MArriage
Ch.1: Our Happy Marriage
Meet the dull looking Cyrus Kavanagh. A short, unkempt, and indifferent young author who is the third son of a very rich man. Said riches come from their family business (which is now a corporation), that has been passed down for at least ten generations. To keep the issue of inheritance out of the way, the man who started this business made a stipulation; any sons born after the first must marry a man or stay single. Cyrus would have been fine with staying single forever, he probably would have been even without the rule, but his second eldest brother screwed all of that up.

Running away with a woman when Cyrus was only nine, his brother caused panic in his father which lead to him deciding Cyrus would be married off to a man. Of course in America arranged marriages I have a favorite trope, have you noticed? aren't really a normal activity so his father is at a loss until an accountant at his corporation embezzled millions out of the company for herself. Rather than make her pay it back, they came up with an agreement; her then three year old son would marry Cyrus when he turned 18.

Now Cyrus is 25 and stuck with Hale Reynolds, an upcoming singer who is known for his beauty and talent. Hale is a selfish, narcissistic child who thought he was marrying a gorgeous woman seven years older than him rather than some shrimpy man whose idea of tidying up is brushing his hair.

To make matters worse, thanks to their parents Cyrus is now living with Hale and (unwillingly) by his side for everything. People are getting suspicious, Hale is frustrated, and Cyrus is just trying to find a logical way out.

(I am writing this story right now because I have the attention span of a gnat and if I don't write this I won't be able to get anything else done it WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD)
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Skeptical cuties by chibi-nao15
Skeptical cuties
They say the longer you spend with someone, the more you start to look alike.

Wanted to draw pastel and pokemon. I believe I succeeded. 

HOW HAVE I NOT DRAWN POKEMON BEFORE? I HAVE A BEDROOM FULL OF EEVEELUTION STUFFED ANIMALS, AMONG OTHER POKEMON, OMG.
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HEy! It's that time again! That's right, midterms! fall over by Pikachumaster

Where everyone is dying and on the edge of their seats to discover what their midterm grade will be in their university of choice. :iconimsodoneplz: (I think high school does it too? It's been, like, six years since I was in high school I don't fucking remember shit about how it works anymore.) Maybe by SylarGrimm

So far I got a 93 on one and 100 on another. A's all around! EVEN IF I GO INSANE :iconbalthydoesntcareplz: I WILL MAKE THE PRESIDENT'S LIST IF IT KILLS ME GOD DAMNIT

Anyways, I have been slacking on updating things since, well, pretty much since school started. It's harder to balance work and school and social lives and stories than I thought. :iconmishacryplz:Also, depression has been kicking my ass pretty hard, too. 

HOWEVER, I'm feeling pretty good for now so I am going to try and update all of my works by the end of the month. :iconspnlolplz:I'm pretending you all care. It encourages me.

There are two I'm even going to hopefully finish this month. Or by the middle of next month. Then I will make sure to have NO MORE THAN THREE WRITTEN STORIES GOING AT ONCE. (I will be counting on :iconksterstone: to keep me in line with that.) I also have to update my mangas...Chemical Justice and Post Mortem are kinda just...floating around. haha...ha....just a little less than two months left before this semester ends...and then the next semester will be my last and I will finally graduate...after six years and three majors... :icongabehellzyeahplz:

Anyways, you stay awesome. :iconohyoucasplz::iconsuaveluciferplz:

yes I went icon crazy shut up this needed to look more fun
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MapleVodkaandPandas Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Do I need to come and beat a few pages of PM out of you? You keep starting new stuff but I haven't seen my babies! 
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Writing is a hell of a lot easier than a manga page, though! If it helps, I have been working on it. I have a few panels done. Just need to finish the others and then shade it and then put it up.
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That does help. You haven't abandoned the babies again. 
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I swear I haven't! Comics are just really hard!
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thanks for the watch :iconsupertighthugplz:!!! <3
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You're welcome!!!!
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supernatural05 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello, friend :3
Thank you for ze llama and watch :3 :3

I personally love your art, Sterek and Destiel alike, and think you should draw them more. :iconstilinskiyesplz:

So...thanks again XD
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You are welcome!

I should, but work keeps me too busy to really draw, I mostly just write about them now. But you're right, I need some more Sterek and Destiel art in my gallery.

You're welcome again XD
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I've been really busy myself. If you ever check out my stuff and it just randomly ends, it means it's not finished.

And XD
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