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sometimes I get confused at some comments.. Of course I always appreciate the feedback but my first fics obviously aren't going to be perfect I mean slowly I'm learning and being better but sometimes I get afraid when people ask me to re-edit a work and like im not perfect editing it isnt going to be perfect I mean I don't wanna let anyone down but sometimes maybe my best at the current moment isnt enough and im sorry maybe in some years later on I will be able to go back and try re-editing it at the future but right now that's my max

the problem of being an ao3 writer and not telling anyone in real life is that when you have an Eureka moment in how you'll tie up the events in your next chapter of your bkdk fic you'll have no one to celebrate with

About you ? (Don't let go)

Summary:

Midoriya Izuku has vanished without a trace, missing for three long months. When Katsuki Bakugou, renowned pro hero, reluctantly takes on the cold case at the behest of Izuku's mother—his devoted, unseen fan—he embarks on a journey of unraveling mysteries and piecing together memories. As he delves deeper into Izuku's world, Bakugou unexpectedly finds himself captivated by a person he's never met, navigating a path where love intertwines with the shadows of a haunting disappearance.

Or the story where Katsuki Bakugou falls inexorably in love with someone he's never laid eyes on.

Chapter 1: Did you think I had forgotten?

Katsuki Bakugou was notorious for his impatience. His famous short temper, who’s  presence been a constant in his life since his childhood, despite years of therapy, remained untamed. Today was an especially trying day—a fan meet-and-greet. He despised these events with a passion. His fans, he believed, consisted mostly of desperate, perverted women or clueless kids drawn to his brash attitude and powerful quirk.

These gatherings were always tedious. His job entailed tolerating fans who asked for autographs on inappropriate places ( like who in the hell wanted an autograph on their tits?) or requested absurd photos ( Katsuki does not do family friendly photos with annoying and loud brats). He could already tell it would be a long, irritating day. However, the next woman in line didn't seem interested in an autograph. Actually, the chubby short greenette woman, who was dressed as the number one enemy of fashion, didn’t like she belonged this crowd at all. She looked as old as his mother, and if she dared pull out panties for him to sign, he swore he'd swore he would blast her face, leave this hellhole and call the day done, his publicist could screw themselves. Suppressing his irritation, Katsuki managed:

- Alright, lady. What do you need?

The woman in front of him emanated nervous energy. But the woman surprised him, by muttering clearly and softly:

- Dynamite-sama, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.

Annoyed yet intrigued by her sincerity but also hoping he wouldn’t regret this later, Katsuki asked:

- What's the problem?

Sadly, she replied:

- It's my son. He's missing, and I can't find him.

Bakugou, who wasn’t understanding what this crazy lady wanted from him, scoffed:

- Do I look like a lost and found sector? Get security to help you. I'm working.

Desperation etched her face. 

- My son isn't here.

Exasperated, Katsuki snapped:

- Then how am I supposed in to find him? Look, I'm not here to do hero work today and-

Cutting him off, she pleaded:

- Please, Dynamite-sama!  No one has been able to find him! You're my last hope!

Reluctantly, Katsuki relented:

- Fine. When did you last see him?

She answered, on the verge of tears: 

- Three months ago.

Katsuki rolled his eyes:

- And only now you realize that the fucker is missing? Did you go to the police?

She explained frantically:

- I did, but they've stopped searching.  

Before he could protest further, a girl, with the sluttiest outfit ever, barged in, demanding her turn with Katsuki. Katsuki will never know why they bother when he already announced himself as gay to the press. Annoyed, he shouted:

- SHUT THE FUCK UP, Extra! WAIT ON THE DAMN LINE. 

He urged the woman:

- Go on.

Gratefully, she continued:

- Thank you, Dynamite- sama! As I was saying, I need your help to find my boy! They keep saying to me that it’s common and that maybe he just left home and that he is of legal age but it doesn’t make sense for him to just disappear like that and I’m worried for him. 

Katsuki wasn’t believing he was hearing this shit. Where are the cameras? Is she for real?! But after a deep breath, he said:

- And you thought that I, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, would be THE person to help you locate your son, because?

But the woman was unbothered by the sarcasm in there :

- You see, my son, Izuku, is your biggest fan. He's been since you won that UA tournament at fifteen. He always believed you'd be Japan's top hero one day. Izuku has a heart of gold, and this isn't like him. Please, help me find him.

Internally urging himself to agree just to get rid of her, Katsuki sighed: 

- Alright, alright. I'll take the case and start tomorrow.

Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks:

- Thank you, Dynamite-sama!

As she left, the endless line of bizarre encounters continued, like clockwork.

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Katsuki almost forgot about the woman until, after a 15-hour shift, a file fell from his bed shelf. After a long nap, as he organized his room, he found it again—the case of Izuku Midoriya. The case was enveloped in the folder and Katsuki quickly turns past the index and onto the first page, hoping for a photo of the kid missing. Woah, there. The blue folder held a photo that caught Katsuki's attention immediately. The pretty green eyes were the first thing he noticed accompanied by cute freckles darting all around, he had pretty curls that appeared to have life on its own. His face was roundish and his eyes were big, in the photo he was smiling and the background was white. Definitely not a kid, like DAMN. He was charming, unlike anyone Katsuki had seen before.

Case Details: Physical Characteristics:   Somewhat short for his age (21), Izuku Midoriya has a round face framed by a mop of fluffy, dark-green hair that curls at odd angles. His large, circular eyes match the shade of his hair, often appearing watery and wide, giving him an innocent and energized appearance. He bears four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, with being 21 on his left cheek and 24 in his right cheek. Izuku is often described as "plain-looking" or "not standing out" by others.  

Katsuki paused, incredulous. Also, who the hell described the prettiest boy he had ever seen as “plain- looking” like what the fuck? Who gave this moron the job? He shook his head in annoyance at the description.

Distinguishing Features: Freckles all over his body Quirk: Quirkless

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. Quirkless? Despite his charming appearance, Izuku lacked a quirk. It was surprising.

Last Seen Clothing: White tank top, jeans, white sneakers Circumstances of Disappearance: Last seen at Mustafu’s Public Library, Detroit Street at 4 PM on May 14, 2062.

The notes were sparse, leaving Katsuki frustrated. It had been three months since Izuku's disappearance, and he wasn't a detective. However, the photo of Izuku intrigued him enough to continue reading. According to the file, Midoriya had left the library after borrowing two books, bidding farewell to the librarian, Blair Pamper. That was the extent of the information. The detectives had seemingly halted their investigation there. Tossing the folder onto his bed, Katsuki scoffed at the idea of getting involved. He muttered, turning away: 

- Not my problem.

Yet, as he paced the room, the image of Izuku's earnest eyes lingered in his mind. Hours passed. Katsuki found himself unable to shake off the feeling of unease. Finally, unable to resist his curiosity, he retrieved the folder and flipped through it again, lingering on Izuku's photo. Katsuki muttered, trying to convince himself:

- He's just another lost pretty face.

But something about Izuku's gaze, innocent yet determined, tugged at him. 

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At first, Katsuki's pride kept him distracted, and for four days, Bakugou didn't spare a single thought for the quirkless nerd. However, on the fifth day, thoughts of him resurfaced, and by the evening, Bakugou found himself slouched on Kirishima's couch, his usual intensity subdued. Kirishima noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders, the way his hands clenched and unclenched in his lap.

Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table:

- Hey man, what's eating at you?" Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table.

Bakugou grunted, taking a handful of chips and chewing slowly. He muttered, his voice unusually quiet:

- It's that damn case.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, leaning forward:

- Case? What case?

Bakugou hesitated, unsure how much to disclose:

- It's... a missing person. Someone I heard about.

Kirishima nodded, sensing Bakugou's reluctance. He encouraged gently:

- Okay, go on.

Bakugou sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair:

- This guy, Izuku Midoriya. He's been missing for three months now. The cops stopped looking.

Concern furrowed Kirishima's brow:

- That's rough, man. Do you know him?

Bakugou shook his head:

- Never met him. But something about it bugs me. Like... I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this story.

Kirishima studied his friend, recognizing the determination in Bakugou's eyes:

- So, what's bothering you the most about it?

Bakugou shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice:

- I dunno yet. But something doesn't sit right.

Kirishima leaned back, thinking:

- Is he a friend of yours?

Bakugou hesitated, then decided to reveal more:

- No, I don't know him personally. But he's quirkless.

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in surprise:

- Quirkless? That's unusual. Does that bother you?

Bakugou tensed slightly, his discomfort evident.:

- Yeah... People like him don't always get the attention they deserve. It's like everyone's forgotten about him already.

Kirishima leaned forward, serious now:

- Look, whether he has a quirk or not, if this case bothers you, you should pursue it. Maybe no one else will, but that doesn't mean it's not worth looking into.

They fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of Bakugou's internal struggle hanging heavy in the air. Kirishima knew Bakugou had his reasons, but he also knew his friend's sense of justice ran deep. As Bakugou got up to leave, Kirishima gave his shoulder a reassuring clap: 

- Good luck, man. Let me know if you need anything.

Bakugou nodded, a mix of determination and uncertainty flickering across his face.

- Yeah, I will.

With that, Bakugou left, leaving Kirishima to ponder the mysteries weighing on his friend's mind, hoping Bakugou would find the answers he sought.

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After talking to Kirishima, Katsuki wrestled with his pride and the unsettling feeling that had gripped him since their conversation about Izuku. Despite his initial resistance, curiosity and a growing sense of obligation gnawed at him. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, a nagging sense of unease persisted. Katsuki sat at his cluttered desk, the soft hum of his laptop filling the dimly lit room. His eyes scanned through news articles and police reports, but his thoughts kept drifting back to one name: Izuku Midoriya.The image of Izuku, a quirkless nobody, haunted him more than he cared to admit. Katsuki muttered under his breath, trying to dismiss the gnawing feeling in his gut:

- He's just another damn case. I don't even know the guy.

But that wasn't entirely true. Over the past few days, Katsuki had immersed himself in the details of Izuku's disappearance. He knew about Izuku's quirklessness, his quiet determination, and his unwavering belief in heroes. Somehow, those details had woven themselves into Katsuki's thoughts, lingering like threads he couldn't untangle. 

He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his spiky blond hair. He muttered, his frustration growing:

- Why the hell am I so fixated on this?

A memory flashed through his mind—a fleeting image of Izuku's face from the missing person poster. Those large, hopeful eyes seemed to stare back at him, silently pleading for help. It was absurd, Katsuki thought. He had never met Izuku, never exchanged a single word with him. And yet, here he was, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.

With a sigh, Katsuki closed the laptop, pushing it aside with a bit more force than necessary. He stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the city lights below. The night was quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional passing car.

Still, as much as he resisted, a small ember of concern flickered within him, igniting a reluctant curiosity that refused to be extinguished. As he paced his apartment that evening, Katsuki finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding: this case mattered to him. With a begrudging nod to himself, he made a decision. Katsuki muttered aloud, testing the name on his tongue once more:

- Izuku Midoriya.

It felt foreign yet familiar, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit but somehow belonged. He continued his speech to himself:

- I don't know why, but I'm going to find you.

As he turned away from the window, Katsuki couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to embark on a journey that would change more than just his routine. It was a journey that would challenge his perceptions, his pride, and perhaps even his understanding of what it meant to be a hero.

He walked back to his desk and pulled out a worn notebook, flipping to a blank page. Gripping the pen tightly in his hand, he began to jot down notes—potential leads, questions to ask, places to visit. Each stroke of the pen felt like a commitment, a promise to himself and to Izuku.

Hours passed as Katsuki immersed himself in planning, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across his determined face. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, a mix of determination and uncertainty swirling within him.

With that, Katsuki closed his notebook and glanced once more at the missing person poster pinned to his bulletin board. Izuku's face stared back at him, a reminder of the challenge ahead. Tomorrow, he would begin his search in earnest, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and a growing connection to a person he had never even met.

Tomorrow, he would begin investigating Izuku's disappearance.

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Want to keep reading? Read it on ao3 now!

I’m 100,000 words into a fic that I was SURE was a slash fic only to check the tags again and find it’s a gen 😭😭😭😭

But I’m too far in now to stop so I’m gonna have to go with it.

I just turned 17 and so did ao3. It's kinda weird to think we're the same age :/

I'm doing the may challenge on AO3 and for one of the oneshots there's two ways it could go

Tbh I prefer tranmasc characters over tranfem for some reason like characters I headcannon being trans male than trans female as with other fics I read and somehow feel I’m being offensive about it

Like it’s wrong but it kinda isn’t right?

If it is then I’m sorry

Just you guys wait until this is properly done

It’s a very specific scene from Fire Lily by Etherealbeing. It’s a pretty popular fic, and if you haven’t read it you definitely should! It’s sooooo good.

I read this scene a week ago and it still sits, like, promptly right in my chest, so I’m dealing with it the only way I know: by drawing.

Prolonged Agony

Chapter 9 uploaded!

End of the movie… or at least it should've been.

The Krang successfully grabbed Leo's leg and pulled him back into the prison dimension. When, unable to keep it open, the portal closes. Locking him in the void with the most malicious creature he's ever met.

Now it's a race against time to bring Leo home. But with each attempt they see Leo deteriorate… and Mikey starts to question whether or not Leo should be allowed out of the prison dimension at all.

Prolonged Agony

Chapter 4 is now up!

End of the movie… or at least it should've been.

The Krang successfully grabbed Leo's leg and pulled him back into the prison dimension. When, unable to keep it open, the portal closes. Locking him in the void with the most malicious creature he's ever met.

Now it's a race against time to bring Leo home. But with each attempt they see Leo deteriorate… and Mikey starts to question whether or not Leo should be allowed out of the prison dimension at all.

This is for that fic by clouds that hasn’t been updated since the day I found it but when it is. I’ll be the first to know

Me checking on one of my beloved ao3 fics that hasn't been updated since 2017

Spinaraki week day day four: Dream

Spinner’s leg twitched under the heaviness of two weighted blankets. His eyes were shut tightly his hair a tangled mess. His body was sprawled across the bed under the cloth, both his arms released from the constraints folded under his snout. A drip of drool pooling down on his pillow. The room was dim, a slither of light from the moon shining through the curtains. Little hums could be heard from a fan at the other side of the room, slowly turning left from right. His tail squirmed under the blanket, his body flipping over as his arms flailed to the sides. His tail curled wrapping against his torso, a few clicks escaping from the lizard boy's snout. The blue haired man stood atop of the mossy rock Infront the dragon born, looking down at the rivered before them, it was a calm one littered with mossy rocks that stacked to make small waterfalls in the water bed. The man had no shirt, only scoring a pair of a warm chestnut Harem pants. Shuichi stared out Infront of him, his eyes glazing over his elven boss’s toned back, traveling down from the shoulder blades to the man's waist. Sweat rolled down, glistening in the sunlight, his hair was plastered against his skin, drenched from sweat. He crouched down, lowering his hand, feeling the water rush pasts his digits, the stream cool but not freezing.

“Right then, Water here seems fine to wash up in,” Tomura shook the droplets of water from his hand, rising back up, hopping down from the rock which he stood upon. Turning to Shuichi. “Well, we should wash up now, it was some difficult battles today, surprised we were even able to get by that Lynel with no arrows stuck in our backs,” The man chuckled, crouching down to rummage through his bag, taking out a few rags. “Yeah, were getting better, we almost have enough gems to upgrade our armor. .” Shuichi walked forward, grabbing a rag from the others hand, his claws brushing against the others palm. “I’ve been eyeing that cloak in the merchant’s shop, Giran is willing to give me a discount,” Shuichi continued, tossing how own shirt to the side, stretching his arms behind him. “Mhm. .” Tomura hummed already hiking into the water his body shivering at the cold chill. He used the rock next to him to stabilize his movements, careful to not slip on the slippery holds below him till he reached the sand bed within the river. “C’mon Shuichi join,” Shuichi’s eyes wandered, admiring his boss as he slowly joined him, his steps carefully placed his soles gripping onto the slippery surfaces below his feet till he reached the same sandy bay in the middle of the flowing river, the water clear when looking down, able to see his own clawed feet below him. He shivered, the cold affecting him more than the other, his cold blood unable to gather as much heat. The elf's eyes were a dark crimson, a shine of cherry from the lowering sun. His left eye disrupted by the scar from his childhood, a cut into the eyelids that revealed more or the white gloss. Irritation decorated his face, scritch and scratch marks clawed into the face permanently, framing his eyes and mouth. Two small moles were placed to, one beneath his eyes and the other his lip. His bottom lip was slightly redder, though both rough with flaked skin, a scar on the right side, clefting the lips Shuichi found him beautiful, a sight to behold, his hand struggling to not reach to cup at the scarred cheek, to not bring the man closer to him. Shuichi dunked himself in the cold water, his hair flowing with the stream. He blew from his nostrils a stream of bubbles surfacing only to pop at the impact of air. He could hear a muffled splash, his eyes opening slightly to see Tomura also sunken in the water, his fingers combing through his floating blue hair, his pointed ears sticking out. Shuichi gasped, rising back, Tomura following suit. The both of them combing their hair back out of their faces. Reaching for his cloth, he started to scrub himself from any grime left between his scales. Tomura doing the same, though gentler, to not irritate his delicate skin.

“You were inspecting that new sword ya’ found earlier, you think it’s powerful?” Tomura interrupted the silence, scrubbing his back as he looked at the other with a quirked brow. Shuichi looked to the side, where his new achievement waited on the ground. It was caked with grime, stuck to the metal blade. He found it wedged against a mountain on their hike to their new camp the hilt only peeking out the slightest catching the lizard's eye. “Yeah, might be pretty good after cleaned, there's some runes on the hilt, might be magic, going to need you to help detect if it cursed or not though” He answered, already turning back to meet with the other who threw his cloth to the side. Shuichi still had some areas to scrub out, so he continued. Though he could hear faint splashes which he looked up to find Tomura who stood closer, leaning forward a bit, his hand outstretched. Seemingly to grab for the rag which Shuichi handed to him. “yeah, I'll do some detections and some seals too once you clean it. . .” The man moved behind Shuichi, pressing the rag against the scaled back, helping scrub the grime off, as his other hand rested atop of the dragonborn’s shoulder, a finger raised. Shuichi shuttered at the touch though his long tail swaying behind him revealed how he felt. His comrade continued, slowly washing away all the debris that was left on him, his hand rubbing at the scaled shoulder. Shuichi's mouth was slightly agape, his heart beating fast and hard, his cheeks having an orange tint as his face seemed to get warmer. The other grabbed Shuichi’s swaying tail, making the other hiccup. Slowly the cloth went over it, taking off the grime left behind. Twisting his hand and rubbing the underside, the tail nearly trembling in his hands.

Shuichi twisted himself, turning his head to look into the others eyes who stared right back at him. His tail falling as the other let go tossing the cloth to where he had tossed his own. “Alright. . . were going to have a cold night tonight, so you set up the tent kay’? Make sure to towel up fast, can’t have you slow down cause’ of the cold,” Tomura hummed, giving his shoulder one last squeeze before hiking out of the river, his pants soaked. Shuichi watched as he left, grabbing a towel, leaving to where they dropped their bags to change into dry clothing. All he could do is watch before adverting his gaze when the other looked to the river, checking on his companion, though the image of Tomura toned torso was ingrained into his head.

Spinner’s eyes shot open, the light shining from the crack between the curtains brighter as a few birds could be heard chirping. He looked to the side, his eyes wandering around the room before he grabbed a pillow, harshly gripping it as he held it to his body, sinking his teeth into it. His face was flushed, darker than he thought could show through his scales. His tail was curled tightly inwards through his legs up his stomach, his legs too scrunching as he held the pillow close. His mind scrambled, trying to remember each detail from the memories of his dream, piecing together the diminishing thoughts of Tomura, his elven friend and leader. How he talked, how he looked, how he caressed the others scales. All of this made Spinner shudder.

Just a little idea for before Sasuke left the village… pls pls pls someone who can write this turn it into a fic

Hinata and Sasuke at the same time under their breath: he’s so hot…

awkward pause as they look at one another

Sasuke blushing: tell no one

Hinata freaking out blushing: as long as you promise!

Sasuke: …wanna hang out this Friday

Hinata: …tell people it’s book club

Sasuke: deal

pls pls pls I need a Jercy political marriage pls

I have come to the painful realization that in order for the spell checker to admit my writing is at least high school senior level, I can’t have blocks of just dialogue in the middle of my WIP.

Anyways brb crying over Sirius and Regulus while relentlessly working to wreck y’all’s hearts over these two. Hurt no comfort.

Hannigram ao3 recommendation if anyone wants a new fic!!

Super cute and funny featuring our favourite murder husbands. A bit of smut and a lot or murder.

Hannibal falls in love with Will, who’s a death reaper, so he murders people to court him.

Hi!

I’m looking for a hannigram fic where will and hannibal coincidentally meet in the woods to try and bury a body. Will killed a dog groomer because he was about to hit winston. He takes a picture of hannibal carrying his own dead body just in case and hannibal does the same. They end up being each other’s alibi and the story continues.

Please send comment the link if anyone knows!!

If anyone wants to read a fic about murder twink merlin i highly suggest:

It’s absolutely hilarious in how Merlin chooses violence and terrifies everyone else. There are some pretty graphic descriptions on how Merlin assassinates people. So be warned ☠️☠️

Hi! Does anyone have any other works by LunaMyLove on ao3??

She’s deleted or archived all her work and i was only able to download “Next To You (It's the rule).”

*sobs*

Okay I’m not totally sure why I wrote this, but what if Leo didn’t make it when Mikey pulled him out of the portal? What would his future self say to him?

Find out in this short one-shot A Second Chance, out on AO3.

WARNINGS: Major character death, descriptions of grief and injury, hurt/no comfort

(I don’t normally write hurt/no comfort because I like happy endings, but once and a while I just need a good punch to the heart if you know what I mean)

I was working on a different one-shot about his dying goodbye to April but it got WAY TOO SAD and I couldn’t finish it, hehe 😅 Maybe someday I’ll work up the emotional courage, but today is not that day lol!

Yay, I’ve finally done it! I’ve finally figured out the plot line to the Crescent’s Ascent all the way to the ending! It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, but we’re gonna get there and I’m SO EXCITED for what’s to come! 😆 The ending is gonna be AWESOME!!! (At least in my opinion lol)

In case you haven’t yet, you can read the fic 👉here👈

SUMMARY:

When Big Mama poisons Leo and causes him to lose his memory, chaos ensues as she strives to convince him that she is his mother. What started out as an attempt at a new Nexus champion quickly spirals into an unhealthy obsession, and Big Mama will do anything to make sure her precious Crescent never even wants to leave.

Meanwhile the brothers search frantically for their leader in blue, but will they be too late? Will they be able to find Leo and restore his memory before he is too far gone? After all, there are already things Leo has been hiding…

The Crescent’s Ascent

Just finished another little poster for the Crescent’s Ascent! First time trying to draw Hueso, but I was really happy with the way it turned out! Hope you like it :)

In case you haven’t yet, you can read the fic 👉here👈

SUMMARY:

When Big Mama poisons Leo and causes him to lose his memory, chaos ensues as she strives to convince him that she is his mother. What started out as an attempt at a new Nexus champion quickly spirals into an unhealthy obsession, and Big Mama will do anything to make sure her precious Crescent never even wants to leave.

Meanwhile the brothers search frantically for their leader in blue, but will they be too late? Will they be able to find Leo and restore his memory before he is too far gone? After all, there are already things Leo has been hiding…

EDIT: Fanart and other fan content for this fic is totally acceptable with proper credit :)

Alrighty, not my best work but here’s some concept art for chapter 12 of the Crescent’s Ascent that came out this morning! (Pathetic is so cute!)

In case you haven’t yet, you can read the fic here 😁

How am I supposed to explain this word to my writing software lol

The Crescent’s Ascent just reached 100 kudos!! I’m so happy, and thank you guys for all your support! This was my first Rise fic, and the other Sonic fic I wrote only got 4 kudos, so this means a lot. I’m so happy y’all are liking it, and I’m really excited for the next few chapters to come out. I hope you guys will like them too ^^

The updated schedule is Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays! See ya then!

Also if you haven’t yet you can read the fic 👉here👈

Thanks again, and please enjoy my little doodle lol❤️🧡💙💜

Hey all! BTW I released chapter 10 of The Crescent’s Ascent early today instead of Friday since I was getting pretty backed up on chapters, lol! But anyways I hope you like it, and I’m so excited for the upcoming story XD

Here’s some concept art for The Crescent’s Ascent chapter 8! Really excited for this concept to develop :)

In case you haven’t read the fic yet you can read it 👉here👈

When people comment on my fanfic that it’s getting a pretty angsty but I as the author know it gets worse 👇