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Happy Pride Month!!! <3 <3 <3

In honour of Lockwood and Co. finally coming to Netflix in a week I am awakening from the dead with a new story for none other than Jonathan Stroud’s Lockwood and Company series. Limbo (my first Lockwood and Co. book) will be temporarily down  as I work out changes with it. More stories might also appear as others will disappear. 

Happy Pride month!!! <3<3<3

First of all hello, it's been a while and I've been dealing with school and mental health which has been taking up a lot of my time (I've had ideas for stories throughout this time too but none fit yet to publish I hope that is ok) and am trying to get back into Wattpad since my break but.... for my PJO fans we now have the trio for Percy Jackson and the Olympians with Walker Scobell, Aryan Simhadri, and Leah Jeffries!!! I'm SO SO SO EXCITED for this and can't wait because this means IT'S GETTING CLOSER!!!

I've been thinking and I can't look at my It Started With a Dream without some degree of cringing. Therefore, like Daughter of Rumpelstiltskin I will edit the book, also I've been taking French this past year so I will be able to properly incorporate what happens in the culture rather than using google translate. I'll post on here when I rewrite a chapter for those interested. Have a lovely weekend! 

Happy Holidays!!! 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          And I apologize if my twelve days of Christmas annoyed people, hence I stopped.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love came to me, five golden watches, four strikes of lightning, three potential gods, two tributes a district, and a bowtruckle in a beech tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love came to me, four strikes of lightning, three potential gods, two tributes a district, and a bowtruckle in a beech tree.

On the third day of Christmas my true love came to me, three potential gods, two tributes a district, and a bowtruckle in each tree.

On the second day of Christmas my true came to me, two tributes a district and bowtruckle in a beach tree.