I've been meaning to do this for a while, but here's a complete list of all of my fics! I'm nottheweirdest on AO3 and write exclusively Sonic stuff, mostly Sonadow.
* Part of the Moments Series
** Part of the Sonic is a Sexy Little Shit Series
*** Part of the Sonadow Week 2021 Series
Gen
Butterflies
*How Long Will I Love You
My Arms Were Always Around You
Someone To Stay
Unconditional
Sugar & Spice (Clean Slate Prequel)
***Bedtime Story
***Birthday
Mon Essentiel (Arthurlot)
Snowflakes on the Seashore
Dancing in the Downpour
I Suppose What Makes Me Happy Is... You
Meet Me At The Ferris Wheel
Baby Steps
A Light in the Dark
Teen
*Kiss Me
*The First Law of Thermodynamics
*The Naughty List
***Carnival
***Pride
***Riot
Sonadowtober Ficlets
Winter Song
Seasons of Love
Random Sonadow Tumblr Drabbles
All of Me
18+ Only fics after the cut
Mature
~ Part of the Home and What Comes After Series
~Coming Home
Spinning
~Medicinal Mistletoe
Explicit
* Part of the Moments Series
** Part of the Sonic is a Sexy Little Shit Series
*** Part of the Sonadow Week 2021 Series
*Chaos and Control
*The Third Date
*As Long As Stars Are Above You
Clean Slate
**The Mile High Fail
**The Perks(?) of Working From Home
*The Sick Day
***Lost
***First Aid
**Sonic the Shitty Lifeguard
Hallowed
Breaking and Entering
Dirty Thoughts
The Last First
A Rock and a Hard Place
**How to Destroy a Government Vehicle
Masks
Tocarte
Saw this fantastic comic by @fleetstarr, loved it, and then thought about the put baby in pelican mouth meme.
“dragon Nest perfec t size for put king in to n\ap! inside very Soft and Comfort king sleep soundly put king in Dragon Nest. Put king In Dragon Nest. no problems ever in draggon nest”
Then a half hour later, was writing it, because the image of Lancelot freaking out over having built a nest wouldn’t leave. 1200 words, fluff and humour
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Lancelot is nesting.
It’s driving him crazy. It’s been nesting season before, and he’s never felt the urge to build a nest. Make sure it’s nice and sturdy, symetical, and above all comfortable. Make it look nice. Inviting.
He’d been happy like that, never looking at a piece of fabric or a pillow and judging it for nesting material. If the colours or texture were right.
And then.
And then Sonic came crashing into his life. Their lives. Throwing Lancelot off from the beginning. All laughing eyes, mercurial smiles, and raw power. As wild and untameable as the wind.
The One True King of Camelot.
Lancelot eyes the nest that has taken over a corner of his chambers and swallows. It’s the perfect size to put the King in. He wants to put the King in the nest. Let him sleep soft and comfortable in the nest. Where no problems can reach him. Put King in the nest.
He can picture it, Sonic curled up like he does when the blue hedgehog escapes the castle for a nap in the grass. Safe. Cozy. Treasured.
Lancelot’s heart lurches at the thought of it, and he aches.
It’s a foolish thing, driven by instincts he didn’t even know he had, and it’s starting to cause him to lose sleep. Both Percival and Galahad had inquired after his health today. Percival had even gone so far as relieving him of duty early so he could get some rest, after plucking a stray feather from one of the pillows from his quills.
He can’t let this go on.
Lancelot especially can’t let anyone see the nest. Percival might be kind, but the rest of the Knights would not. The chicken jokes would never end. Neither would the inquiries about if he laid eggs. Which, he doesn’t know the answer to that and it’s got him all sorts of awkwardly tangled up inside.
Sonic seeing it would be even worse. What would the King say if he saw this? ‘Nice nest, let’s have a nap’-?
No, never. Instincts be damned, he should tear it apart, take it down. Dragonborn he may be, but he was better than this. Letting instincts rule him will only lead to sorrow.
He sighs, reaching to dismantle it, when the door to his chambers suddenly opens and slams shut. Lancelot spins around to find Sonic plastered against the wood frame, eyes wide and breathing hard. “Your Majesty?!” Lancelot blurts, suddenly very aware of his lack of armour.
“Heyyyy Lance.” Sonic gives him a weak grin. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me.”
Lancelot swallows. The nest is right there. Put him in the nest. It’d be so easy.
He needs to get the King out of here, immediately.
There’s the clatter of footsteps down the corridor, the clank of armour as several people come stampeding through. “Check the rooms!” Gawain barks. “He couldn’t have gotten far!”
“These are our rooms!” Lamorak points out.
“Then they’ll be easy to check.” Gawain growls with steadfast determination.
Lancelot glances over at Sonic’s pleading look. He’s less worried about what shenanigans the King is up to than Gawain seeing the nest. Without a second thought, Lancelot walks over and opens the door, poking his head out. “What’s going on?”
“King ran away again.” Gawain rolls his eyes. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, Sonic is whip smart, but has very little patience for sitting still through mindless pageantry and paperwork.
“And you think he stopped running?” Lancelot dryly quips.
Both Gawain and Lamorak both pause as they consider Lancelot’s words.
“It’s a diversion!” Lamorak suddenly shouts, pointing down the corridor. “Keep running!”
Lancelot watches them leave before stepping back inside and closing the door. He sets the latch to secure it, just in case. One problem taken care of, he turns-
And finds the King in his nest.
“This is really nice.” Sonic says with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head, causing sleek fur and muscle to ripple over bone. He gives Lancelot a sleepy, contented smile, leaning against the edge of it. “It’s cosy, just perfect for a snooze.”
King is in the nest.
He looks really good in the nest. Cosy. Not panicking. Or acting like it’s weird that Lancelot has a nest in his room. Just… comfortable. Like he fits there.
Okay. What’s the next step? He really wishes he had an instruction list for this. Guidance. Something.
Lancelot can feel the muscles in his back flex, trying to spread and show off wings that are currently magically bound and tucked away. He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, heart beating like a rabbit inside of his chest. “You can.” He offers hesitantly, his voice a low rasp. “Nap. In there. If you want.”
Sonic lets out a soft little hum, then holds his hand out, palm up. “I will if you do.” He offers, expression hopeful. “Cuddle time? There’s space for two.”
Sonic in his nest is good. Cuddling together in the nest? Yes. Good. So much better. Why hadn’t he thought of that before?
Nest is perfect size for both of them to cuddle.
He can’t get words to work, just nods and steps closer. Lancelot can hear the swish of the King’s tail wagging as he approaches, grateful he’d already shed his armour.
Lancelot pauses at the edge of the nest, heart fluttering. He needs to… there’s something he needs to do. He can’t not do it. Instinct tugging at him again. “Can I?” He inquires, motioning to the gold ring on one wrist.
Sonic tilts his head to the side, clearly not understanding the request. “It’s your nest.” He says simply. “However you’re comfortable.”
It’s not comfort, but… instinct has gotten him this far, King in the nest. Lancelot removes the gold bands around his wrists, letting out a breath as his wings break through the laces on the back of his tunic for his quills.
He spreads them out, filling the room from wall to wall with their black and red colouration. A declaration. A promise. Strong wings, good for fighting. Good for protecting. Nothing would get through them to hurt his King.
“Wow.” The King breathes, taking them in, green eyes sparkling in admiration. “They’re gorgeous, Lance.”
Lancelot almost trills in delight. The King likes his wings. The King is in his nest. Where he’s Safe. Cozy. Treasured.
Lancelot lets out a happy thrum, taking Sonic’s hand when he holds it out again, allowing himself to be pulled into the nest, and curls around Sonic, tucking a wing around them both like a tent. Sonic lets out a happy hum of his own, pressing his face against Lancelot’s chest, wrapping and arm around Lancelot’s ribs and tangling their feet together.
“Perfect.” Sonic murmurs, body relaxing against Lancelot’s. He seemingly drops off between one breath and the next, trusting Lancelot to guard his slumber.
Lancelot rumbles back, pressing his nose against the top of Sonic’s head, feeling content for the first time since he had the urge to build a nest.
Perhaps following his instincts isn’t so foolish after all.
Dragon nest is the perfect size and shape for dragon and King to nap.
Excellent plan, putting the King in the nest.
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A while later, there’s a hesitant knock on his door, Galahad’s hesitant voice speaking up. “Sir? Have you seen the King? Sir Percival said she commented to him that you weren’t feeling well, and Sonic took off running. No one’s seen him since.”
Lancelot cranes his head down to find Sonic staring up at him with a guilty look, his ears pinned flat. His rational mind suddenly returns, leaving him highly aware of the extremely intimate position they’re both in, and feels a jolt of terror at trying to explain to Galahad how the King happened to be not only in Lancelot’s chambers, but tangled with him sans armour, in an apparently compromising position. While his wings are out.
In a nest.
“No.” Sonic says. Lancelot stares at him in horror.
Galahad hesitates a moment before responding. “Understood. I’ll tell Sir Percival not worry.” Lancelot mentally fills in a little head bob from the silver hedgehog.
“Thank you.” Lancelot gets out.
“Of course.” There’s no mistaking the smile in Galahad’s voice. “I hope you get some rest.” His footsteps walk away, filling the room with silence.
Lancelot is extremely aware of every part of his body that is in contact with Sonic’s, and it is a lot.
“So.” Sonic says with a little full body wiggle, getting comfortable again. “Dragon, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.” He smiles at Lancelot, green eyes half lidded and sleepy once more. “Want to nap some more?”
If it gets him out of trying to explain this situation, Lancelot is completely for it. “Yes.”
“Excellent.” Sonic agrees, pulling him back down to cuddle. Lancelot allows himself to be arranged, hesitantly wrapping his wing back around them. Sonic hums happily, scooting closer, and Lancelot purposely avoids thinking about how nicely the King fits in his arms.
He has the King. In his nest.
He really should figure out what the next step is.
Saw this fantastic comic by @fleetstarr, loved it, and then thought about the put baby in pelican mouth meme.
“dragon Nest perfec t size for put king in to n\ap! inside very Soft and Comfort king sleep soundly put king in Dragon Nest. Put king In Dragon Nest. no problems ever in draggon nest”
Then a half hour later, was writing it, because the image of Lancelot freaking out over having built a nest wouldn’t leave. 1200 words, fluff and humour
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Lancelot is nesting.
It’s driving him crazy. It’s been nesting season before, and he’s never felt the urge to build a nest. Make sure it’s nice and sturdy, symetical, and above all comfortable. Make it look nice. Inviting.
He’d been happy like that, never looking at a piece of fabric or a pillow and judging it for nesting material. If the colours or texture were right.
And then.
And then Sonic came crashing into his life. Their lives. Throwing Lancelot off from the beginning. All laughing eyes, mercurial smiles, and raw power. As wild and untameable as the wind.
The One True King of Camelot.
Lancelot eyes the nest that has taken over a corner of his chambers and swallows. It’s the perfect size to put the King in. He wants to put the King in the nest. Let him sleep soft and comfortable in the nest. Where no problems can reach him. Put King in the nest.
He can picture it, Sonic curled up like he does when the blue hedgehog escapes the castle for a nap in the grass. Safe. Cozy. Treasured.
Lancelot’s heart lurches at the thought of it, and he aches.
It’s a foolish thing, driven by instincts he didn’t even know he had, and it’s starting to cause him to lose sleep. Both Percival and Galahad had inquired after his health today. Percival had even gone so far as relieving him of duty early so he could get some rest, after plucking a stray feather from one of the pillows from his quills.
He can’t let this go on.
Lancelot especially can’t let anyone see the nest. Percival might be kind, but the rest of the Knights would not. The chicken jokes would never end. Neither would the inquiries about if he laid eggs. Which, he doesn’t know the answer to that and it’s got him all sorts of awkwardly tangled up inside.
Sonic seeing it would be even worse. What would the King say if he saw this? ‘Nice nest, let’s have a nap’-?
No, never. Instincts be damned, he should tear it apart, take it down. Dragonborn he may be, but he was better than this. Letting instincts rule him will only lead to sorrow.
He sighs, reaching to dismantle it, when the door to his chambers suddenly opens and slams shut. Lancelot spins around to find Sonic plastered against the wood frame, eyes wide and breathing hard. “Your Majesty?!” Lancelot blurts, suddenly very aware of his lack of armour.
“Heyyyy Lance.” Sonic gives him a weak grin. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me.”
Lancelot swallows. The nest is right there. Put him in the nest. It’d be so easy.
He needs to get the King out of here, immediately.
There’s the clatter of footsteps down the corridor, the clank of armour as several people come stampeding through. “Check the rooms!” Gawain barks. “He couldn’t have gotten far!”
“These are our rooms!” Lamorak points out.
“Then they’ll be easy to check.” Gawain growls with steadfast determination.
Lancelot glances over at Sonic’s pleading look. He’s less worried about what shenanigans the King is up to than Gawain seeing the nest. Without a second thought, Lancelot walks over and opens the door, poking his head out. “What’s going on?”
“King ran away again.” Gawain rolls his eyes. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, Sonic is whip smart, but has very little patience for sitting still through mindless pageantry and paperwork.
“And you think he stopped running?” Lancelot dryly quips.
Both Gawain and Lamorak both pause as they consider Lancelot’s words.
“It’s a diversion!” Lamorak suddenly shouts, pointing down the corridor. “Keep running!”
Lancelot watches them leave before stepping back inside and closing the door. He sets the latch to secure it, just in case. One problem taken care of, he turns-
And finds the King in his nest.
“This is really nice.” Sonic says with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head, causing sleek fur and muscle to ripple over bone. He gives Lancelot a sleepy, contented smile, leaning against the edge of it. “It’s cosy, just perfect for a snooze.”
King is in the nest.
He looks really good in the nest. Cosy. Not panicking. Or acting like it’s weird that Lancelot has a nest in his room. Just… comfortable. Like he fits there.
Okay. What’s the next step? He really wishes he had an instruction list for this. Guidance. Something.
Lancelot can feel the muscles in his back flex, trying to spread and show off wings that are currently magically bound and tucked away. He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, heart beating like a rabbit inside of his chest. “You can.” He offers hesitantly, his voice a low rasp. “Nap. In there. If you want.”
Sonic lets out a soft little hum, then holds his hand out, palm up. “I will if you do.” He offers, expression hopeful. “Cuddle time? There’s space for two.”
Sonic in his nest is good. Cuddling together in the nest? Yes. Good. So much better. Why hadn’t he thought of that before?
Nest is perfect size for both of them to cuddle.
He can’t get words to work, just nods and steps closer. Lancelot can hear the swish of the King’s tail wagging as he approaches, grateful he’d already shed his armour.
Lancelot pauses at the edge of the nest, heart fluttering. He needs to… there’s something he needs to do. He can’t not do it. Instinct tugging at him again. “Can I?” He inquires, motioning to the gold ring on one wrist.
Sonic tilts his head to the side, clearly not understanding the request. “It’s your nest.” He says simply. “However you’re comfortable.”
It’s not comfort, but… instinct has gotten him this far, King in the nest. Lancelot removes the gold bands around his wrists, letting out a breath as his wings break through the laces on the back of his tunic for his quills.
He spreads them out, filling the room from wall to wall with their black and red colouration. A declaration. A promise. Strong wings, good for fighting. Good for protecting. Nothing would get through them to hurt his King.
“Wow.” The King breathes, taking them in, green eyes sparkling in admiration. “They’re gorgeous, Lance.”
Lancelot almost trills in delight. The King likes his wings. The King is in his nest. Where he’s Safe. Cozy. Treasured.
Lancelot lets out a happy thrum, taking Sonic’s hand when he holds it out again, allowing himself to be pulled into the nest, and curls around Sonic, tucking a wing around them both like a tent. Sonic lets out a happy hum of his own, pressing his face against Lancelot’s chest, wrapping and arm around Lancelot’s ribs and tangling their feet together.
“Perfect.” Sonic murmurs, body relaxing against Lancelot’s. He seemingly drops off between one breath and the next, trusting Lancelot to guard his slumber.
Lancelot rumbles back, pressing his nose against the top of Sonic’s head, feeling content for the first time since he had the urge to build a nest.
Perhaps following his instincts isn’t so foolish after all.
Dragon nest is the perfect size and shape for dragon and King to nap.
Excellent plan, putting the King in the nest.
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A while later, there’s a hesitant knock on his door, Galahad’s hesitant voice speaking up. “Sir? Have you seen the King? Sir Percival said she commented to him that you weren’t feeling well, and Sonic took off running. No one’s seen him since.”
Lancelot cranes his head down to find Sonic staring up at him with a guilty look, his ears pinned flat. His rational mind suddenly returns, leaving him highly aware of the extremely intimate position they’re both in, and feels a jolt of terror at trying to explain to Galahad how the King happened to be not only in Lancelot’s chambers, but tangled with him sans armour, in an apparently compromising position. While his wings are out.
In a nest.
“No.” Sonic says. Lancelot stares at him in horror.
Galahad hesitates a moment before responding. “Understood. I’ll tell Sir Percival not worry.” Lancelot mentally fills in a little head bob from the silver hedgehog.
“Thank you.” Lancelot gets out.
“Of course.” There’s no mistaking the smile in Galahad’s voice. “I hope you get some rest.” His footsteps walk away, filling the room with silence.
Lancelot is extremely aware of every part of his body that is in contact with Sonic’s, and it is a lot.
“So.” Sonic says with a little full body wiggle, getting comfortable again. “Dragon, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Nice.” He smiles at Lancelot, green eyes half lidded and sleepy once more. “Want to nap some more?”
If it gets him out of trying to explain this situation, Lancelot is completely for it. “Yes.”
“Excellent.” Sonic agrees, pulling him back down to cuddle. Lancelot allows himself to be arranged, hesitantly wrapping his wing back around them. Sonic hums happily, scooting closer, and Lancelot purposely avoids thinking about how nicely the King fits in his arms.
He has the King. In his nest.
He really should figure out what the next step is.
Aaaaa I'm so glad I found your tumblr!!! Your work is amazing and I love your fics! Im sure this is one of a trillion asks like this but just one more to say youre incredible, imaginative, and so thoughtful in the way you craft your fics. Thank you for all you do and the beautiful work 🩵💙
awww holy shit thank you so much!! I'm so very slow to respond but I've read your ask many times and it always makes me smile so big. Thank you thank you for the kind words. I'm beyond happy you enjoy my rambles 🥰🙏🏻🖤💙🥹 I plan to keep them coming!
Hi! I hope you’re doing well and getting some rest after writing so much. I think this might actually be my first time messaging you on Tumblr, since I don’t really use it much haha.
I just wanted to say that after reading some of your smuts, one thing I absolutely love is how you write Sonic and Shadow when they sleep together. It feels tender and spicy at the same time, and it works so well. I really love how you treat them as equals and write them as switches, even if you lean more toward Top Shadow (lol).
For me, that fits Shadow really naturally, since he enjoys control and domination. At the same time, I really like how you show him being more vulnerable when he’s in a submissive position, because it’s outside his comfort zone. Being the Ultimate Life Form, it makes sense that submission wouldn’t come easily to him or feel satisfying right away because of his strength. I like to think Sonic is one of the few who can genuinely bring Shadow into that place of trust and meet him as an equal in strength. (😏)
As for Sonic, I can also see him as a top sometimes. In canon, they’re equals in terms of power, but when Sonic chooses to submit because… it’s Shadow. And when Sonic is on top, you can really feel how attentive and caring he is. He feels like the reason Shadow is able to open up and allow himself to be vulnerable. I also love how quiet Shadow gets in those moments, because it makes total sense that he’d struggle to talk when he feels exposed. Honestly, I relate to that a lot 🤣
Overall, in canon Sonic always feels like a total ambivert to me, not fully extroverted or introverted, but very much “I’ll do whatever I want.” So it’s no surprise that these two are so competitive, even about positions lol. When Shadow is on top, he enjoys provoking, exploring, and being intense in a good way. When Sonic is on top, it’s more playful, caring, and attentive. I really love that balance in the way you write them.
Sorry for the long message, and if it sounds a bit cliché. I just genuinely appreciate the way you write them. It feels really different from a lot of smut I’ve tried to read, and that means a lot to me
I am SO sorry I’m very slow at responding sometimes (a lot of times) but thank you! I don’t really get much rest in general because #life but it’s been good!
It means a lot to me that you notice that about the way I write them. Tender spice is my favorite smut flavor. For me, if there are no feels, I don’t want it. That’s what makes it sexy to me. My little demisexual heart is uninterested in physical pleasure only. Their dynamic is part of why I love them so much. There’s this constant give and take, respect and challenge. I write them as switches even if I do have a personal preference for top Shadow hehe For me, the way I understand and write their characters, they enjoy changing it up. No set roles.
I don’t see Shadow as someone who participates in or enjoys casual sex either. I headcanon him as demi (am I projecting? Maaaaaybe. Lol) and also feel that he sees sex as a vulnerability engagement that he’s uninterested in sharing with just anyone. Sonic has his respect at the very least, and then his trust, and eventually his love. For Sonic he would be vulnerable. I think it’s super cool you can relate to the way I write Shadow because honestly, obviously, lol same 🫱🏻🫲🏻
Sonic just chases pleasure lol Things are a little more simple for him, but their personalities do definitely come through in sex and I think they should :-D!
Your message really means a lot to me and such a thoughtful, thought provoking ask is a treasure. It is really satisfying to write something that others can relate to and connect with so knowing the way I handle their intimate moments stands out to you makes me really super happy 🥰 Never apologies for long asks or comments or messages. They're gifts and are appreciated as such 🙏🏻🥹🖤💙
OMG I loved Clean Slate, I got obsessed with this story in just a couple of days and I fell in love with the relationship you built between Shadow and Sonic. I almost always read stories where people write their relationship as if it were one-sided or where Shadow is just another run-of-the-mill yandere. But I definitely loved how you described them and how both managed to learn about forgiveness for the mistakes they made. The romance you added for the secondary couples was also really sweet; my favorite was Knuckles and Rouge—I feel like they would definitely act that way if they were in a relationship. But what I loved most was how you transitioned from a hot scene to a true display of love; it was an amazing story.
But my real question is: When will the sequel come out?! I already want to know if Sonic was able to fulfill his wish of having a domestic life with Shadow.
🖤💙
Thank you so much!! I am SORRY I'm beyond late replying to this but I get so hype when someone says they loved Clean Slate 🥹It was my first big fic and I worked so hard on it. There are more mistakes to be made and more repair to do for these two in the sequel...
Speaking of, I'm not sure on timing for the sequel's release. I want to have a substantial amount complete before I start posting because it's going to be DENSE and I need to be careful of being consistent and not leaving in plot holes. I have something nearly 10k words down for it and it's fully outlined. I haven't had much time to write lately but I work on it when I can 😁 As for the domestic life?
Are people allowed to gift you works? I have this one I've started that I wanted to make for you but I'm unsure if that's okay. I'm not entirely clear on the Ao3 gifting rules. If I do is there anything else I need to do? I'm a big fan, I've read almost all your works and you were one of the people I looked up to when I started posting fics, so I'm wondering what the rules around gifting fics are? Like… do I send you an ask with the link? Thank you.
Sure! I am absolutely honored if someone gifts me a fic or art, or anything 🥹As far as I know, you can gift a work to anyone on Ao3. It will alert me in email and let me know, though you're welcome to send me a link to it too. I'm really happy I could do anything to encourage you to write and post and I'm excited to read your creation! 🖤💙
jgdfafojodgfoufegaguohgrere NOOOOO HOW IS THAT THE END OF MASKS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
That's like the worst of the worst cliffhangers (affectionate)!!!!
I freaking loved that even in spite of how much Judge Mutton was trying to push everything Infinite's way, the societal pressure that Infinite was relying on is what made him have to pull back or risk larger backlash.
That said tho, I still have so many thoughts from threads that I'm curious if they'll become relevant in the sequel. 👀👀👀
Just overall tho, thank you for blessing us with such a fantastic story!!!
Wow, there's late and then there's LATE. I'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to answer this! Masks did end on the worst Cliffhanger 😅 It was very mean but also felt like a natural place to end it hehe I'm glad you liked it despite the meanness!
Judge Mutton was corrupt as hell. There are a lot of things to wrap up in the sequel to Masks. It's funny because it was just supposed to be a short, simple smut fic. I should know better by now lol
Thank YOU for reading my rambles and for taking the time to be so supportive and kind 🥹💗🙏🏻 Fractured Reflections is next on the docket but I'll return to Masks for sure. There's a lot more story there to be told...
The hurt/comfort fic won the polls BUT. I am holding off on it because some AMAZING art is being created for it and I want to be able to post it together 🥹 I hope you'll forgive me! I plan to post it as soon as the art is ready, no gatekeeping or holding it for months I swear!
In the meantime, anyone craving something spicy? Rated E, 18+ only!
Hiiiiii I'm alive! Sorry I've been quiet. Real life has been crazy (as always) but also better and happier. I've been spending more time on connections and relationships and less on writing because I don't need it as much as a coping mechanism.🥰 Never fear though, I'm still here, still writing sonadow, and still working on sequels 🥳 I'm very grateful for your patience and continued support 🥹💞. You, my readers, are a big part of what keeps me in the fandom, and I appreciate you so much! 🥰
I have two oneshots completed and ready to post, one is hurt/comfort and the other the spice that happens after the end of Medicinal Mistletoe. Meanwhile I'm focusing on Fractured Reflections 🥳
I'll post this weekend. Which option would you prefer?
hurt/comfort (T rating - injured Shadow)
Explicit oneshot that picks up right after Medicinal Mistletoe
Thank the heavens for me seeing this amazing art because I never would’ve found the absolute gem that this fic is 😭 probably gotta be in my top 3 this shit was so good
Ahsyshaay I am so SLOW but this has made my day a thousand times over 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖 thank you both SO much 🥹 SuMju's art is GORGEOUS and the cover for Clean Slate is breathtaking... I'm so glad it helped you find that fic of mine 🥰 and even more so that you liked it!
I'm happy to say that the sequel is officially one of the two bigger projects I'm working on this year 🥳
Thank you again so much for the tag, the art, the kind words, just ahhahhhsbabsb 💖🥹 making a girl feel awesome over here 🥰
Would it be great if you made a Sonic Racing Crossworld story? Just think about how hot the romance between the two hedgehogs Sonic and Shadow, trust me, it will smut meter go up to a hundred which I would like to see that.
I love Sonic Crossworlds. It's such a fun game! Unfortunately, I have too many projects as it is hehe At this time I don't plan on creating one for Crossworld's. Just not enough time in the day to write it all sadly.
