Naruto's never lost. Sasuke's never gotten caught. Sakura's going to keep it that way. Kakashi doesn't want to be involved. Itachi doesn't know what to say. The Third Hokage is somewhat clueless. Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura want to make it very clear that they were barely at fault. Everyone else disagrees. - - - Crack treated seriously! [art by MayhW on DeviantArt - https://www.deviantart.com/mayhw/art/Naruto-Team-7-724413733 ]

Barely escaping alive from a human trafficking ring, Arron finds herself running for her life as her captors seek to hunt her down, either to end her life or to torture her, she does not know. She doesn't want to find out either. Sweaty, tired, lightheaded and hungry, she finds herself literally crawling into Konoha through one of it's drainage openings. But just because she's made it to somewhere they won't be able to follow doesn't stop her from running until she's forced to to come to a halt. Found unconscious in the woods, she's brought back to the Nara clan compound to be taken care of rather than some place as large and as terrifying as a hospital. Not talking and barely able to stand physical contact, it's evident that there's been some major physiological damage. However, a few questions still remain. How did Arron escape in the first place, and will anyone ever know the full story of what the little girl went through? TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION AND MENTIONED R@P3! IF YOU NEED HELP, PLEASE COME TALK TO ME OR SOMEONE ELSE. THERE IS MENTION OF DATE R@P3 DRUGS AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS

There are plenty of quirks nobody has ever heard of. They pop up all the time. With each new generation comes a wave of possibilities for power, and for new breeds of hero to be born.The hero business is getting more powerful by the day, so you have to have one hell of a quirk to make it. Lillian Faust did not think she'd end up with a quirk, let alone one that had the potential to be a powerful tool if used correctly. Hailing from a family with a history of quirkless men and women, she's hesitant to tell anyone about her power, and what it can do. Shy, meek and all too humble, Lillian has to make a choice. Does she want to stay the seemingly quirkless daughter of a quirkless man and woman, or does she want to rise up and do what she always dreamed: become a hero. AMAZING COVER ARE BY @soggy_pizza

You had just witnessed a murder - was it a murder? Nothing could make you forget the fear you saw in the eyes of what you thought was just a machine. Why would a machine try to protect you? There was too many questions to answer and your brain refused to respond. A story of you, Connor, and Hank on a mission to recover your memories and arrest one of the most twisted criminals Detroit has ever seen. (Non-canon! Also on Tumblr and AO3!) #1 in INVESTIGATION (Aug, Nov 2018 / Aug 2020) #1 in BECOMEHUMAN (Oct 2018 / Feb 2019 / Jul, Aug 2020) #1 in RK800 (Apr 2019) #1 in ANDROID (Apr, Nov 2019) #1 in CONNORXREADER (Jun, Aug 2019) #1 in DETROITBECOMEHUMAN (Aug / Dec 2019) #1 in DBH (Jul, Aug 2020)

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.