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So I've seen a lot of post about html on Ao3 and tips for it and I'm over here using the rich text option and copying and pasting things over like a champ. Yall are gods to me how do you manage that???? Like genuinely I wish that's so cool

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Hi, friendly reminder, you should definitely give any story you click on ao3 a kudos, like at base level. Even if you lose interest, and unless you actively hate it, because otherwise you're still affecting the kudos:hits ratio and basically giving the author a collective negative review. They are watching the hit counter go up and the kudos stay low and like, authors work really hard.

It's like a low reblogs:high likes count on here, with the slight upside you can at least sort by kudos on Ao3, but even then, it's not getting seen if you don't give the kudos.

And maybe I just fundamentally misunderstood the kudos button, but it seems like it's there as the simple and easiest for of engagement, because it's like, you're on the page. Even if you didn't get to the end where the button is, you can scroll really quick and just click it and go, like, just give someone a little boost for their day.

It's too easy to not to be giving kudos out like they're candy on halloween guys.

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Tutorial needed

IF IT HAS A GODDAMN SCREEN AO3 WILL BE FUCKING SEEN

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For those wondering (no one)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47364169

Whatever you want me to be (Detroit: Become Human)

"There's nothing else I can do for ya Hank, I've already told you! There's no room for them here, so either it's you take them or we leave them with one of those defective androids!"

"Jeffery, please just this one time? Give them to someone else, anyone else! I swear, it's like your purposely trying to fuck with me this week!" Hank was now closer to Fowlers desk, one hand plopped on the edge while the other is moving around while he speaks.

"Hank," he takes a second to breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before jerking his head back up to yell again, the second of calm seemingly having done nothing "can i get one time, where i don't have to yell just to get you to do your god-damned job!?" He spits, his pointer finger waving around accusatory, and slamming against his desk after each word near the end of his sentance.

"Jeffery!-" Hank starts, but quickly gets cut off.

"You have done nothing but piss me off this week so please, Do.Your.Mother-Fucking. Job." Fowler continued, immediately turning towards his computer again, signalling for us to leave.

Hank states dumbfounded for about 2.7 seconds before he turns around roughly, growling as he gets to the door, stopping for a second before turning around to face us and push back against the door, his hand out and ushering us to go.

Looking down at the kid I move out of the way allowing them exit before me.

[ ??? ] ︽ Neutral

Hank ︿ Warm

Software instability ︿

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Whatever you want me to be (Detroit: Become Human)

"There's nothing else I can do for ya Hank, I've already told you! There's no room for them here, so either it's you take them or we leave them with one of those defective androids!"

"Jeffery, please just this one time? Give them to someone else, anyone else! I swear, it's like your purposely trying to fuck with me this week!" Hank was now closer to Fowlers desk, one hand plopped on the edge while the other is moving around while he speaks.

"Hank," he takes a second to breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before jerking his head back up to yell again, the second of calm seemingly having done nothing "can i get one time, where i don't have to yell just to get you to do your god-damned job!?" He spits, his pointer finger waving around accusatory, and slamming against his desk after each word near the end of his sentance.

"Jeffery!-" Hank starts, but quickly gets cut off.

"You have done nothing but piss me off this week so please, Do.Your.Mother-Fucking. Job." Fowler continued, immediately turning towards his computer again, signalling for us to leave.

Hank states dumbfounded for about 2.7 seconds before he turns around roughly, growling as he gets to the door, stopping for a second before turning around to face us and push back against the door, his hand out and ushering us to go.

Looking down at the kid I move out of the way allowing them exit before me.

[ ??? ] ︽ Neutral

Hank ︿ Warm

Software instability ︿

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Reblogs > Likes

Main: @sowelili

Carrd: foalfangs.carrd.co

(plz reblog my art... *walks off into the sunset never to be seen again*)

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I should probably go to sleep…

I should probably-

I should-

Fuck it.

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👁️👁️

The Eden Club

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Ships(order of appearance): HankCon, Connor/V(OC), Hankvin, Convin, KamCon, HankConVin

Word Count/Status: 50k+, WIP

Tags: Post Revolution-negative Public Opinion, sex worker/dancer!Connor, Evil!Kamski, Club Owner!Kamski, Budding HankCon, angsty/healing Hankvin, dubious KamCon, flirty Convin, eventual Hankconvin polycule, masturbation, sexting, spanking, edging, orgasm denial, BDSM elements, wire play, sex toys, sensation play, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, learning the love again, hankvin back story nobody asked for but you're getting anyway

Preview:

“Evening Connor, you're early tonight. Is it because you have another ‘question’, or because you are worried about future repercussions?” Connor had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling right out of their casings. This guy really embodied sleaze.  “A bit of both, I suppose.”  “Well, glad to see you are finally taking your job seriously,” Kamski smirked before standing.  Never one to refuse the opportunity to be as close to Connor as possible, he crossed the room in half a dozen strides before starting his predatory circling of Connor’s body like he was a vulture and Connor was his next meal. “What can I answer for you darling?”  Connor ignored the quip for his own question at hand. “Can I dance on the floor for a while?” Kamski raised his pierced eyebrow.  “As opposed to accepting hourly clientele altogether, you mean?” “Yes.” Kamski considered it for half a second, before shrugging nonchalantly.  “Maybe.” “Maybe? ” Connor huffed in mild perturbance.  Kamski only smiled . The vulture’s talons were closing in on him now…  “Yes, maybe. If you tell me why. Did something negative happen with a client? I can correct those problems, permanently.” Connor shuddered to think about just how the trillionaire might go about that. He didn't doubt it, no one had more resources at their disposal than Elijah Kamski, but it also wasn't the reason why.  “The opposite actually.” Things have finally started to take off with Hank, and outside of V, there weren't many people who frequented the club he was particularly excited to have sex with again. He could still make good money dancing, not as much, but still more than most places he could be employed at.  Kamski is somewhere behind him now, still circling, so Connor can't see his face, but he can feel the nauseating glee in Elijah's voice when he says,  “So he’s finally fucked you then.”

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