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Artwork featuring my OCs:

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Writing featuring my OCs:

Rabbit HoleThe Smack!Down tapings were finally coming to close, which meant that the Superstars and Divas were now free to depart to wherever they called home. While some had left immediately after their segments or matches, quite a few stuck around to say their goodbyes, though they’d see one another within two to three days. Like always, Austin had stayed back to finish watching the show. As of late, he had found himself in the main events, which meant he had to stay behind anyways. Tonight was an easy night for the young star however, all he had to was a segment with Diva Business, and he was still reeling from it.
Searching through the corridors of the halls, Austin had finally caught up with Cordelia Carroll, who he was fortunate to share a smooch with. “There’s my wife number two!” Austin declared with a wide grin, opening up his arms for a hug.
Cordelia gave the man a smile and accepted his hug. He was warm and still wearing his ugly Christmas sweater that she had g <da:thumb id="566816223"/> <da:thumb id="577139570"/> <da:thumb id="553724015"/>  DDS: After New YorkA three story business building sat on the outskirts of downtown Santa Barbara, California, its third floor with a desirable view of the Pacific Ocean. While on the outside the building looked rustic and sleepy, much like the city itself, on the inside it couldn’t have been more modern or awake. Phones rang at the reception area while office doors opened and closed, both legal and medical consultations ending and starting.
Another phone rang and was quickly answered by a young blonde. “Hello, Irvine Medical and Legal – California Offices, this is Lindsay. How may I help you?”
From the other end of the line came a slow and clear voice. “I’d like to speak with Dr. Valencia Irvine, please.”
The twenty-something year old receptionist was already taping away on her computer, logging the information she was provided away and preparing for the call transfer. “Of course, who may I say is calling?”
“Professor Charles Xavier.& 

Other:

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