Dead Men Cant Just Pick Up Where They Left Off, Said Gavin, Voice Soft.

“Dead men can’t just pick up where they left off,” said Gavin, voice soft.

“You did,” RK900 insisted. “In your own way, you did, Gavin.”

Gavin slotted his hands into the pockets of his bright red bomber jacket.

“Did I, Nines?” he asked.

ERIS// E// 11/ REED900

The fault of the rbb server

This is going to sound silly but, back when you wrote "Charon" a few years ago I was in a really bad place. For whatever reason you fic kept me going. Just waiting for the next chapter, edge of my seat story and all. You helped me.

Thank you.

Thank you anon!!! This really means so much to me!
 
I wrote Charon as a catharsis of sorts for some life stuff I’d been dealing with, which makes it a story that’s very dear to me, even 3-ish years later. It genuinely means a lot to me that it could help you through something. Like, genuinely

Hello, it’s Camaro anon, just wanted to say that I’m loving your beautiful artwork in Fata Morgana and also super excited to see more of Asmodeus, your overwhelming talent blows me away as usual ❤️

THANK YOU ANON 💖💖💖

I’m forever grateful to anyone who reads my stories or looks at my art as I’m a shy cryptid who always struggles to work up the courage to post things

I love Fata Morgana and its author, Nat, immensely!!! Their writing is insanely good, and showering them with artwork was all I could do to thank them for sharing their wonderful fics. I hope they publish a book someday so I can buy no less than 12 copies

Various flavors of Nines holding Gavin’s cheek

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