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Disclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and the Disney Channel. I'm pretty sure Valentine's Day is owned by Hershey at this point.


Chapter 12 - Stop This World

"Love is timeless. It does not pause. It does not stop. It does not falter. Even though the time with our loved ones may be short, the moments and feelings that we have and share are anything but."


Isabella curled up in the bed, the early morning sunlight hitting her closed eyes.

She didn't want to get up.

She wanted to stay inside forever.

It was just the night before that he and her husband settled in their brand new home. The marriage ceremony had been quick, and the honeymoon had been short. But Isabella didn't care. She was with the man she loved.

Speaking of which...

She reached over to snuggle into the back of her husband, wanting to capture just a few more minutes of bliss.

And hit nothing but mattress.

Isabella straightened up, confused. She took a quick glance at the alarm clock. 7:30. He was known to be an early riser, but even this was a little ridiculous.

The smell of melting metal was just beginning to waft into the room. Things never change, Isabella thought. Even marriage didn't get in the way of his Big Ideas.

Although did he really have to start now?

She quickly got out of bed, throwing her nightgown over herself. It was no time at all before she walked out to the backyard, where a large metal cylinder was standing right in the middle of it. Kneeled before it was a man with a torch, sending up sparks with his metalwork.

Isabella smirked. Yep, this was the man she married.

She walked over to him, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.

"Phineas, what on Earth are you doing?"

"Oh. Hey, Isabella." The redhead lowered his blowtorch and raised the cover of his welder's mask. "I didn't hear you get up."

"That was probably because you couldn't hear an elephant go through the backyard, let alone anything else."

"Fair enough." He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow. "I was just about done anyway."

"I'm afraid to ask, but...what is this thing?"

"I'm glad you asked." Phineas took of his mask as he looked his contraption up and down. "This is our brand new time machine."

Isabella looked at him, now even more confused. "You didn't try to spring for the one that's still at the museum?"

"Nope, that one's been gone for a while. I think Ferb has it."

"What?"

"Anywho..." Phineas interrupted his wife. "I have a plan. We're going to use this time machine to travel back to right before our wedding. Then, we can continuously enjoy that week over and over again. It's foolproof."

"I...don't think that's how time travel works," Isabella said.

"C'mon, Isabella," Phineas pleaded. "It'll be fun. We'll go back and revisit our toasts, watch Baljeet attempt to dance with Ginger, watch Ferb trying to avoid both Vanessa and Gretchen at the same time. We don't need anything else."

Isabella's look was incredulous. "Phineas, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but this is the worst idea in the world."

"What do you mean?"

"You just want to live the same week over and over again?"

"What? Don't you?"

For a single second, Isabella wanted to shake him. "Phineas, don't you want to imagine the rest of our lives? Why would you want to just do the same thing over and over?"

"Because it was the best week of my life!"

Isabella stood still, hands on her hips. "And mine as well."

"So why-"

He never got the question out, as she had placed her finger over his mouth, cutting him off.

"Because we're going to miss all of the rest of the things that we'll love in the future if we just live in the present."

She held up her other hand, the wedding ring shining bright in the morning dawn.

"Imagine everything that we'll miss. Kids, growing old together, you doing wheelchair races with Ferb in the retirement home. We're never going to see that if we do this."

She stepped up to him, leaning against his frame. "I love you, Phineas. And as your wife, I'm telling you that this is a terrible idea. I haven't spent the last fifteen plus years trying to get your attention just so that I can get stuck in an infinite time loop."

Phineas put his hands around her body, bringing her closer. He didn't say anything immediately, although Isabella could tell that he was definitely pondering his response.

"Besides, Phineas, I can't exactly go off messing with the fabric of time. Who knows what that'll do to the baby?"

"Yeah, we wouldn't want anything to hap-"

And that's when for the first time in history, Phineas's brain stopped.

Isabella smiled as her husband's face went from dumbstruck to incredulous to confused to several other multi-syllabled words all in the span of about four seconds.

"What?"

And that word was only one.

"Yes, Phineas." Isabella slipped her hand into his, interlocking their fingers. "I'm going to have a baby, and you are going to be there for your daughter and not going to be gorging on wedding cake for a bazillion times."

Emotion started coming back to the redhead's face. "How...how do you know it's a girl?"

"Call it women's intuition."

Phineas reeled back, dumbstruck. Isabella was almost forced to catch him. She wanted him to say something, anything. It looked like, under all of the shock, he was happy...and thinking about something.

Uh oh.

"We have to start thinking of a name."

"Phineas!" Isabella yelled. She should've known this was coming. "I think we have a little bit of time before that happens."

"I wonder if something like Marie would work. Or Olivia. Or Fiona..." Phineas put his finger on his chin, thinking for a moment. "Oh, I got it!"

"Hmm?"

"I can turn this into a subatomic name generator! I just need to find the nanobots first!" He ran off toward the garage. "Let me go grab my toolkit!"

Isabella watched as he turned the corner. Grinning, she shook her head slightly. Yup, this was the man that she married. Thoughtful, caring...and always looking for the next Big Idea.

She looked down at her stomach, patting it lightly. "That, sweetheart, is your father. I apologize in about ten years when he starts infuriating you. But trust me, everything he does..."

She glanced back at the giant metal cylinder behind her, and smiled.

"It's all in the name of love."

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Year of the Gentlemen - Chapter 12

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wonder how many people I got to read the entirety of this just to get to the Phinbella chapter. For those who have, your patience is very much appreciated.

Yes, this was always going to be the last chapter. Yes, I'm a cruel person. But you guys have had the episode on Monday. I figured you can hang on for a bit.

All in all, for being out of writing for a good year or so, I think I've done pretty well, and I'm glad that the majority of people agreed.

If this story tells you anything, it's that love is not really set in stone. It comes in many styles, many flavors, and many ways. There is no wrong way, and there is no right way. It's all up to the people to figure it out.

I would like to thank everyone who left a review for this story, as well as the people who sent me warm wishes after being gone for so long. Trust me, it's been hard to be away for so long. But I'm glad that you guys make it feel like I've never left.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time, ladies and gents.
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Chapter 11 – Lie To Me

"Love is knowledge. It's about who you know and what you know...and it's also about what you don't."

He hadn't seen her all day.

Normally, Ferb would at least count on her to be roaming the cafeteria and occasionally swap by his table for a quick chat.

Nothing.

He took a quick look at his phone, seeing if she had sent him anything.

Nothing.

For days she had talked about the trip she would be taking with her parents to England. It was her first realy trip out of the country, and she would spend hours chatting Ferb's ear off about the culture and the sights and whatnot.

He would know. He did live there for a long period of time. He was glad for her.

But the amount of silence that was coming from Gretchen was somewhat disconcerting.

Not to mention the fact that this was suppose to be her last day at school before her departure, and she wasn't anywhere to be found.

Ferb had decided to take his mind off of things by going to the science lab after school. It was always a thrill to try out some random combinations of chemicals (as long as nothing exploded), and it was a quiet place to think (besides said explosions).

He was just about to jot another note about the bouncing green liquid he had concocted when he heard a screech.

He looked up from his experiment. It sounded like it was coming from the room next door, which normally housed the photography classroom. Why would someone be over there after school?

Never mind the fact that he was there after school.

Ferb quickly packed up his supplies and took the short trip over to the neighboring class room. As he eased the door open, another loud noise came from behind the dark room door.

It was probably just an equipment malfunction. He should have just let a teacher know in the morning. But what if it was something he could fix?

He rotated the door around, stepped inside, and started turning the door back toward the interior. Now he could hear other noises inside, some he couldn't quite place.

The darkroom came into view. The stations for developing the film were all empty, sans for one occupant.

"Ferb!"

He almost recoiled in shock. There she was, plain as day. She had protective gear on, a wet photo in a pair of tongs in her hand.

"Gretchen, what are you doing here?"

"...No reason?"

There most definitely was a reason. Ferb looked around to see countless photos of the landscape of England, all of them blown up on paper, presumably by the Fireside Girl troop member.

"What is all this? Aren't you suppose to be on your way to England right now?"

Even in the darkness, he could feel Gretchen getting nervous. "I...actually went already."

Ferb raised an eyebrow. OK, now he was confused.

Gretchen put her photo back into the tub, her voice going very fast. "I wanted to get you a really cool birthday present, so I was going to make a collage of all of the places you used to visit in England. Katie gave me the idea not too long ago, and accommodations were made so I could leave school for a short period of time to do so. But I didn't want you to find out, so...Ms. Leica let me use the classroom after school."

"I honestly don't know whether to feel angry or happy right now."

"But Ferb, look!" Gretchen spread her arms wide. "I did this for you! I wanted you to have something from home. I did a immeasurable amount of research on this."

"You didn't tell me the truth."

"Ferb, I..." She didn't know what to say. "It was going to be a surprise. I didn't mean to upset you."

He walked over to the wall, taking note of all of the locales. "I know that you would not lie to hurt my feelings. I'm not mad about that." He turned to look at her. "I just wish you didn't have to lie to me to begin with."

"I'm sorry, Ferb. I should've known better not to outsmart the smartest guy in school."

He grinned, relaxing for the first time since entering. "Flattery will get you nowhere, milady."

"Will a collage of England get me somewhere?"

"...Perhaps."

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Year of the Gentlemen - Chapter 11

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was the worst chapter to write, because this was the one that I didn't have the most definitive idea about what to write. So apologies if this seems a little rushed.I might go back and update it further, but alas. They can't all be winners.

But man, Ferb is sure getting the short end of the stick this go-around, isn't he?

In case the inquisitive young chap (or gal) says anything about this in comparison to Act Your Age, these chapters have been in place for...two years? With the exception of Monty filling in for Johnny, everything else is the same. I just hadn't written it yet.

Because I'm lazy.

Saturday will be the finale, because I completely forgot that it was on that day and not Friday. Also, I still can't count to twelve.

See you tomorrow for the finale. Read and review, if you like. Until next time.

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(Guys...I think I'm running out of disclaimers to use. :P)


Chapter 10 – Back To What You Know

"Love is a distraction. Whether you need it to avoid others or use it as the main one,it's very easy to get lost in it. If you're good, it won't overtake you. If you aren't...well..."

"I don't want to see you again!"

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that. I said I was sorry!"

In true fairy tail, fashion, the gentleman of the story was yelling up to the fair maiden's window, desperate to retain any sort of dignity.

Then again, dignity wasn't really Irving's strong suit.

Neither was dodging.

"Ow!"

Irving had just gotten hit by a random shoe, thrown at him by his on-again, off-again, stuck-in-the-middle girlfriend Katie. He, in his infinite wisdom, had forgotten about the third date in a row with her. The reason?

...You can probably imagine.

"Katie! I can use the money we saved for building only a two-ton snowglobe to go somewhere nice! My treat!"

Nice attempt, buddy.

The blonde came back into his vision, armed with another shoe. "Oh yeah, and what about the last three weekends? You have enough money saved for those?"

Well, this wasn't working.

Irving looked both ways, trying to rack his mind with an idea. Then it came to him.

At about twenty miles an hour.

In the form of a baseball.

Luckily, he was able to dodge this one as he dove behind a tree. The cascade of balls continued for a comical amount of time.

"I thought you got rid of all of those for your Home Run badge!"

Not getting a response, he noticed a break in the action presumably for her to restock. Thinking quickly, he made his move.

Katie huffed another bag over to the window. "Irving Stuart DuBois, you are going to come out from behind that tree and I am going to make sure that-"

She craned her neck to try to find him around the yard, but to no avail. "Huh? Where'd he go?"

"He's a sly one, that Irving."

She whirled around to see the self-proclaimed nerd, holding up his hands in defense. "How'd you-"

"Katie! Just listen for a second! Give your arm a rest!"

She didn't realize that her arm was already cocked back to throw another baseball at him. Not wanting to make a hole in her wall, she lowered her hand. "You have thirty seconds."

Irving didn't hesitate. "I'm really really sorry about everything. I was going to come over right after Phineas and I were done with the project, but we had to calibrate some extra mechanics into it."

"You're not doing a very good job," Katie interrupted. "Oh yeah, and you have ten seconds."

"Look, I didn't mean to blow you off. I promise I'm going to make it up to you next time, I swear. Please don't be mad at me."

Katie sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I'm...not mad at you."

"The barrage of sports items a few moments ago disagrees with you." The mad glare from the blonde shut Irving up instantly. "Sorry, go on."

Katie took a step closer to him. "I just don't understand how you can constantly do wonders with your memory with him and you can't even take five seconds to take into account your girlfriend. It boggles my mind."

Irving grabbed her hands, if only to keep them in his line of sight. "We've been working on a bunch of cool stuff. You'll learn soon enough."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

He hastily changed the subject. "Look, I know what we'll do. After school, we'll go down to the pier. I'll pay. You don't have to do a thing."

"...Really?"

"Yes, really."

Now the smile was coming back. "How about tomorrow? We can go after I meet for my college advising."

Irving scratched the back of his head. "Tomorrow may not be good for me. You see, Phin-"

The death stare from her quickly jettisoned any thought of finishing that sentence.

"Tomorrow. I swear."

Katie smirked ever so slightly. "OK, you can leave now."

"Hmm?"

Irving now noticed that he hadn't walked as far into the room as he thought. With a quick shove, Katie removed him from her room, closing the door in his face. Finally with some breathing room, he wiped the dirt off of his shirt.

"You think you can not throw stuff at me tomorrow?"

"...I can't make any promises."

As always, Katie had to get the last word.

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Year of the Gentlemen - Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, at least I didn't go for a deflation joke.

Super Bowl. Anyone?

I think some people are still bitter about that. Moving on.

This one was tricky. I always like to remind myself that some relationships (like I write these two) are not always puppies and rainbows. Sometimes, it's throwing things. And forgetfulness. I would imagine Irving's fixation on the stepbrothers would start to affect things once he gets older. Including his girlfriend, Katie.

Plus, this is a situation I would imagine myself getting into. Because I'm so great at relationships. That's the joke.

...Next chapter's later today. Read and review, as per usual.

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Chapter 9 - Part Of The List

"Love is enduring. In the face of hardship, to people can find solace in each other's company. It doesn't matter if that time is temporary...or already over."


It was hard to sleep at thirty thousand feet in the air.

Normally, Django wouldn't have minded the trips around the world with his dad, but his mind was on other things.

His dad was asleep in the seat beside him, the newspaper in his lap. Django himself had been staring at the same page of his book for the past half hour, his concentration waning.

He missed her.

He always missed her; that much was true. But after a week long trip to the West Coast, Django had wanted to spend at least the day he got back with Milly.

But alas, it wasn't meant to be. Beppo had gotten the call to come to a gallery opening in Japan, and since it was his feature, they had to be out by the same day.

So there they were.

Django closed his book. No way he was going to get anywhere in that. He set it under his seat, his fingers brushing up against something else.

He raised his eyebrow.

Slowly, the brown-haired boy pulled out his pocket book. It was very innocuous, the black cover rather worn from all of the traveling he had done. He opened it up, settled on a page somewhere in the middle, and was just about to look for a pen.

"Here."

He whipped around to see his dad holding one out for him. "Thanks, Dad. I thought you were asleep?"

"I was. But I should probably save some shut-eye for when we land in Japan."

Django took the pen and leaned back into his seat, thinking about what he was going to write.

"What is that book, anyway? You've never showed me it before."

"You'd laugh at me if I told you."

"Django," Beppo started, staring down at the top of his head. "I'm your father. I'd only laugh at it if it was extremely funny or extremely stupid, and I don't think you're capable of either thing."

His son looked back down at his book. "It's...sort of a memory book."

"Hmm?"

Django let out a low sigh. "I just want to remind myself of things that I haven't been able to see for very long. Write little things here and there."

"And by things you mean...people?"

He nodded.

"And by people, you mean certain people?"

His face was getting red.

Beppo chuckled. "You know, Django, you really can't fool me. I know who it's about. I think it's fine that you do that. What do you write about?"

Not wanting to have this conversation with his dad, of all people, he nevertheless continued. "What I miss about her, mostly."

His dad's demanor changed, unbeknownst to him. He straightened up in his chair as Django went on.

"I miss her laugh."

Beppo narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

"I miss our chats at night."

He reached his hand into his pocket.

"It's hard to choose sometimes. I just miss...her." His gaze went back out the window into the night sky. "It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid at all."

Django turned back to his dad, who was holding out his hand to him. He looked down to see...an identical book to his, same worn cover and all.

"...Whoa."

Beppo leafed through the pages with his fingers absentmindedly. "I will let you know that I've been doing this a little bit longer that you have. Mine's almost full."

"...What do you miss most about Mom?"

His father grinned. "Her smile. It made me feel like everything was going to be OK. It made the long trips and visits worthwhile." He tapped the top of his notebook with his finger.

"I miss her, Dad."

"As do I, Django." He set the book on his lap, turning his full attention back to his son. "It's natural to miss the ones we love. But I want you to remember something. Knowing Milly, she's probably doing the exact same thing for you. Appreciate each other so that you can make the time you have that much better."

His hands started shaking has his grip tightened on his book.

"Appreciate it before it's gone."

"Dad?"

Beppo hadn't realized that he was almost ready to tear his armrest in half before collecting himself. "Sorry." He stared straight ahead. "There will be a time where we won't have to be away from home for so long. It's just not right now. I will do my best to make it sooner rather than later."

Django put his hand on his dad's arm. "I know, Dad. I can handle it."

"I know you can." He looked at his watch, noticing the time. "We have about an hour before we land. How about we use it to our advantage?" He took out another pen from his shirt pocket and held it in the air. "I'm sure we can pass the time with this."

Django beamed up at his dad. "For Milly and Mom?"

Beppo smiled. "For Milly and Mom."

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Year of the Gentlemen - Chapter 9

AUTHOR'S NOTE: And this will pretty much be the only time I will ever write about the parents that are missing from the show. I won't be going into anymore detail about it, so don't ask.

I'm not usually one to write about things like this. The mystery of Phineas's dad, Ferb's mom, Isabella's dad, so on and so forth. In terms of family, they are who they are, and that's what should be the focus.

Just this once, though, it made me think.

It's always difficult to be apart from the ones you care about. Trust me, I've been down that road before. It's not fun. And now that we're getting closer to Valentine's Day, it's always good to try to connect (or reconnect) with those people and enjoy the time you have (or will have).

...Getting sentimental again. Must be the late nights. Or the alcohol. Or both.

...Probably both.

Thursday will be a double day, followed by the finale on Friday. You all know who's coming for the finale. But who is it going to be for the next two chapters? Find out tomorrow.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time.

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Chapter 8 - So You Can Cry

"Love is a risk. When things go wrong, lessons should be learned. Risks should be taken, because they show what we should really appreciate...as well as who."


Jeremy could clearly see that she was suffering.

He was unfortunately a witness to the very public breakup that his friend had during school. And it being middle school, the populace was their own special brand of cruel.

He had staved off the worst of it, but not before Candace ran off, bawling her eyes out.

Luckily, it was so close to the end of the day that he was able to make an excuse to run after her, but by the time he had stepped outside the school doors, she was gone.

A quick phone call and a beeline toward her house confirmed Jeremy's suspicions. There she was, her legs huddled against her body, still crying.

"Hey, Candace."

She didn't even look up at him. "Hey, Jeremy."

He closed the distance between them, stepping up to the porch. "Are you alright?"

"No."

Good, now the obvious questions were out of the way. "He was stupid to do that in front of everyone."

No answer.

Jeremy sat down next to her. "If you had answered your phone earlier, you would have heard my idea. We don't have any more school until Monday. Let's go do something. We can go to the mall."

"I don't feel like it."

Despite himself, he was getting a little annoyed. "C'mon, Candace, you can't stay here forever."

Now she looked at him. "Jeremy, I just got my heart broken. I was humiliated in front of the entire school. Forgive me if I don't feel up for anything."

"You came to school last year in nothing but a bathrobe."

"That was different. My brothers built an invisibility ray."

Jeremy wasn't sure how to respond to that. Instead, he stayed silent to give her another few moments to collect herself.

"Why does everything hate me?"

The questions startled him. "Candace, not everything hates you. I don't hate you."

She sniffled. "You don't?"

"Of course I don't."

Candace set her chin on her knees. "You don't have to stay here, Jeremy. I'll be fine."

"Actually, you're not, but I appreciate the effort."

"I don't need your help. I can sit here and mope until I melt into a pile of-"

Candace stopped suddenly as she saw Jeremy stood up, taking a couple of steps away from her. He took a look at the sky and opened his arms wide.

"You want me to hide the sun?"

It suddenly started to get darker.

"You want me to bring on the rain?"

The sounds of water droplets began to hit the pavement.

"If you want to miserable for the rest of the day, I can do that."

The rain was now picking up considerably.

"But I don't want to do that!"

He ran back up to her, grabbing her arms tightly.

"It's not going to help anything! I know you better than anyone, Candace! You're better than this!"

Now she was crying for entirely different reasons. "You really think so?"

"I know so!" Jeremy pulled her into a hug. "Look, I know it's bad right now. It stinks. But you're stronger than this. You don't need him to make you happy. You can do that on your own."

He loosened his grip on her, staring into her eyes. "And I will be there to watch you every step of the way. Count on it."

Candace's face was a complete one-eighty from ten minutes ago. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were staring to him, a smile on her face.

"Thank you, Jeremy. I really needed that."

"No problem." He patted her shoulder. "Come on, how about that trip to the mall, then?"

Squealing her consent, she gave him a quick hug and ran into the house.

Jeremy stepped back into the rain. It was a soothing one, ready to wash away all of the problems and insecurities from earlier...

Oh yeah. The weather.

He gave a quick nod to the Flynn-Fletcher window, where Phineas and Ferb were holding two identical portable consoles. They pressed a few buttons...

And then it started snowing.

Phineas stared at his screen, confused. Ferb poked him in the side, pointing to something outside of the window frame. A look of realization came on the redhead's face, and he ran off.

A moment later, the sun came back out.

Good thing he had called beforehand.

It was always a little bit risky when it came to hanging out with Candace, he thought as Candace came back out, her purse by her side...

But with risk came reward, and Jeremy was most certainly feeling like a winner.

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I wonder if Senpai will notice me.

...Whoever Senpai is.
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datTOONYwarriortoon Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Wow it seems like you put lots of work into your stories.

I applaud you.Epic clap 
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Heyhey! Saw it was your birthday so.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D :huggle:
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I haven't talked with you in a while. How's it going, buddy?
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Amg, I didn't know you had a dA! :giggle: I read one your stories on Fanfiction hehe cx
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Hey Jason, could you look at the new journal in the group?
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HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!! :D
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Hope ya hav another awesome year!!! :huggle:
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I have a new story on fanfiction.net!
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Hey, did you see Minor Monogram? Feretchen is gonna win!
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...How is it you aren't more well known around here? :nuu:
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Arctimon Featured By Owner May 5, 2012
Don't update often enough?

Fanfiction's not the best way to get known on a art-centric website?

Take your pick. I don't really know why myself.
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