#AO3 anon

[ao3-anonymous]

Thanks everyone for the kind replies to my anon post from last week. As you can imagine, I was a bit frustrated when I wrote it, but I appreciate everyone who reached out to say they value what I do here and would be sad if I stopped. Don't worry - I have no plans to discontinue!

In fact, you should see this week's post coming along shortly. All numbers should be back to normal, but let me know if you see anything that looks weird! I want to make sure it's clear that I always welcome anyone pointing out potential errors in my data, as long as they do it politely :)

[magicalara]

I did go to sleep but I woke up :P

Anyway, it was good BECAUSE! I get some of my best ideas when I'm about to sleep or when I just wake up and just... Going off of them as adults and maybe when they all first move in together? That is some good stuff right there.

So at first, Haruhi would probably not want anything too fancy and obviously wouldn't want tamaki and Kyoya to pay for everything so she insists on paying for her part of the house (Maybe they get something a little fancier because idk secret rich people activity)

The bedroom situation would be interesting, not too sure about the dynamic there so I'd wanna know Ur thoughts on it.

Maybe tamaki invents something dumb like "Hey I know, since you're my Husband, and you're my wife, And you're both besties why don't I make a spinny wheel to see who I get to sleep with tonight!" He's like, ecstatic and loves the idea and Kyoya is abt to say something like "No tamaki we can just... Sleep in one bed" But Haruhi doesn't let him rain on his parade, at least for a little while.

Other than that, I feel like when they first move in Tamaki would either be trying to teach Haruhi about normal house things like "Ah this is a toilet, you see Haruhi? You sit down on it and after you're finished you flush with that little thing there," And Kyoya is like "She knows what a toilet is, we've been to her house before"

FANCY TUNA FRIDAYS!!

Every Friday the husbands treat Haruhi to fancy tuna to see the happiest look they've ever seen on her face. Even Kyoya cracks a smile at her eating the fancy tuna. Tamaki is more like "I wish you'd look at me like that fancy tuna, Haruhi" And she'd laugh and him and he'd go and grow mushrooms in a corner or something lol

Around the house, I feel like kyoya would let down his walls a little, and maybe show a little more affection with Tamaki than Haruhi around the house. Ofc Haruhi still shows effection but she's still a lot more of a chill person and her affection is stuff like good food and quality time.

Also they both lived with maids so they'd probably end up learning to do a lot of the housework from Haruhi, who most certainly won't be doing all of it herself. Also could lead to some very cute moments where they learn to do stuff themselves.

I feel like Kyoya would know what to do, in theory but had never actually gone through with any of it. Like folding laundry but accidentally folds it into an... Abstract shape?

Tamaki is completely clueless but silly and completely along for the ride and laughing when he fails at things and Haruhi has to come and help him.

Alright that's all I got for now, going back to sleep

-Ao3 out

I really thought that I answered this. L take skill issue for me I see. Anyways

She totally wouldn't let either of them or the two of them buy anything without letting her pitch in and does it cause an argument because Kyoya gets her logic and Tamaki just wants to spoil her? Yes. But also eventually they'll get him to come around with the promise of lots of affection so they split the monthly payment into thirds. (Kyoya gives himself the bigger third while letting Tamaki think that he has it and letting Haruhi think that they all pay equal amounts)

The bedroom situation!!!!

They all for sure have their own separate little quarters like Kyoya has an office, Tamaki has the living room a space for his little knick knacks, and Haruhi has like this little comfy room full of books and art supplies (bc i really love the idea of Haruhi being really good at art on the side). But for sleeping, I think that there's generally two bedrooms. One has a bed big enough for the three of them that is permanently inhabited by Tamaki and the other has a smaller full sized bed that is big enough for two if needed but is mainly used for when someone just wants to have a night to themselves or they get home really late and don't wanna risk waking the others. I think Kyoya would get the most usage out of the smaller room for the later reason because being a doctor and running the Ootori group probably has him dealing with long nights quite a bit :(

That room is also used to inhabit the sick whenever someone gets a cold or the flu or something like that. That's why there's the double bed because they use to have like a twin xl but the first time Tamaki got sick and was put in that room he whined all night because he wanted Haruhi and/or Kyoya to stay with him and they were like "but there's no room" and he was all pouty until he got better and immediately changed the bed without them knowing until they came home one day and would you look at that next time he's sick there is room.

Tamaki totally would want to make a spinny wheel at first though before he comes to the conclusion that they can just use a bigger bed (and then he totally makes it out to have been his idea the whole time while Kyoya's looking at the sheets he bought from the store a week ago for a big bed like mhm wtv you say sweetie)

Feed Haruhi Fridays lmao I love it. They spoil her so much whenever they can. And she'll do the same back just in littler ways that they might not realize at first and it's so cute and they're so cute and i just akflakbflablfsd

Ahem. Anyways

Haruhi having to make a game out of chores otherwise Tamaki won't do them. That's all I'm gonna say lol

And Kyoya letting his walls down little by little especially now living together with the other two because he was mostly in solitude as a kid and has to get used to it. He probably used the extra room the most before getting comfortable being in the big bed with the others bc he just...didn't know what to do or how to do it. But ofc the others were patient with him and now the three of them mostly end up in the same bed at least 5 out of 7 nights a week

[magicaltickles]

stinkyy

Omg heyyy ao3 anon I missed you sm

[tinyidle]

okay atp i feel like i need an anon name,,, can i go by AO3 anon ? i'm the one who sent in 3 fics from AO3 for the april rankings, 2 smut and 1 fluff. tysm for all your praise !! i haven't gotten much hits/kudos overall on archive so your's meant sm to me 💗

of course you can be AO3 anon! and you're welcome! i loved reading them all, and i gave you kudos there as a guest (since i have no account there). thanks for sharing them with me and all who read my reviews ☺️

[savoies]

AO3 anon: awesome!

It was a summer road-trip fic. I am going to proof read it over the next couple days and post it this weekend if all goes well. ☺️

omg once you post it pls share the link if you want i would love to read it, that literally sounds like such a great fic. 👀

[lu-writingismyhobby]

Hey! I just came over from your AO3 and was wondering: Do you have a continuation of Traitor to the Crown? (and if not, do you plan on writing one in the future?) I really liked it and wanted to se how you’d address the reveal of Wild’s and Warrior’s respective Tragic Backstories to each other and the rest of the Chain—especially after how they spoke to each other.

Hello anon! Thanks for checking in from there! :D

Im glad you enjoyed it! I appreciate you taking the time to reach out! So, as of right now, Traitor to the Crown is a stand-alone story but I won't lie to you You're not the only person to have asked for a continuation. As I dont have anything solid for an idea as to where I would take it, I dont have anything as of right now for it. But I may return to it in the future when I have a little more free time on my hands.

Or if the inspiration for something hits me square in the face one morning at 3am and I just write it all then and there. What usually happens for stories like that is I write another story which links back to it rather than directly expanding on it. But we shall see where the pen takes me :)

[freshbakedbreadstick]

helloooo i'm the ao3 anon, hi!! thank you for putting the story on ao3 ilysm 🫶🫶🫶 i don't open tumblr very often but now i don't need to worry for missing an update haha. chapter six made me 😭😭😭 carmy and reader pls hug each other, y'all NEED it.

AHHHHH AO3 ANON HI ILYSM2 ! ! ! <3 i totally get it, ao3 is an amazing platform and now its there 4 u ! ! ! (: IM SO SORRY LOLLL the angst was tew good to not add, i even got a bit sad while writing it LMAO we r all in this together besties ! Carmy and Reader WILL be hugging soon, anticipate it in the next coming chapters 🫶 ily all sm besties !

[korruptbrekker]

DHWKDUSHAHBDNDJSKSJSHDUSIAISH THE HAIR??? THE MAKEUP??? THE CORSET???

you’re amazing brekker

<3

Aww, thank you so much Nonnie! I'm sure he'd just eat up all the positive attention he's getting. :)

Also, nice to see you around my neck of the woods, Anon. Welcome to this corner of the party, haha.

[desertduality]

gigs phasmo but the ghost is just confused mumbo jumbo

physically unable to write a snippet so here's a whole oneshot AKJSDKJ I hope you like it!! Personally I had a ton of fun lmao

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The house was nice, as far as haunted locations went. The flowers out front were dead, sure, but that was probably on account of their caretaker being dead as well.

The neighbors had been the ones to call this address in, claiming that although the owner of the property had died quite some months ago, lights frequently turned on and off in the house. The police had been by several times to check for intruders, and had come up empty every time. Finally, some desperate neighbor had given in and called paranormal investigators.

So there they were, Impulse pulling up on the curb just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Prime ghost hunting time, for some reason; Scar hadn’t really paid attention to the science and research when he’d signed up for the job. Besides, the other three had all that handled quite nicely. Scar was just along for the ride. 

“Scar, you know what you’re doing?” Impulse asked, grabbing a flashlight off the wall and clipping his walkie onto his belt. 

“Sir, yes sir!” Scar quipped, scanning the gear for his usual fare. “One paraba-dolical microphone coming up.”

“Grab a thermometer, too,” Impulse suggested, clapping him on the shoulder on his way out of the van. “Let’s try to keep this one clean! The company is running low on cursed items with resurrection abilities.”

“I know for a fact we’ve made the biggest dent in that,” Skizz’s voice crackled out of the walkie, changing to a slight echo as he presumably walked in the house.

“Why do you sound proud of that?” Grian asked, speaking into the radio as he grabbed a salt canister. Scar snickered, reaching over him to grab the thermometer. 

“We’ve got a record going, man! No one can stop us!”

“You have to admire his positivity,” Scar said brightly, clicking his flashlight to make sure it worked. 

“Yeah, I guess he’s got that going for him,” Grian replied, giving a short wave as he left the van. “See you on the inside, Scar.”

Scar gave a jaunty wave, doing one last check on his equipment before starting after him. A voice cut him off before he could leave. 

“Did anyone check the name?” Impulse asked, and Scar turned around to squint at the corkboard, eyes catching on the top. 

Huh. Interesting. 

Scar clicked the talk button on his walkie. “Looks like… Mumbo Jumbo?”

There was a long pause, and Scar almost thought they had missed it somehow. Then the response came.

“Scar,” Grian said, sounding tiredly amused. “If you can’t pronounce it, don’t just make something up.”

“No, It— It literally says Mumbo Jumbo,” Scar replied, glancing up to double check. “Don’t make me waste a photo to prove it. I will, you know I will.”

“Don’t, Scar,” Impulse jumped in, so quickly that the start of his sentence cut out. “We believe you.”

“Get in here before I come and drag you, Face,” Skizz chimed in, and Scar rolled his eyes with a chuckle, stepping out of the van. 

The house was warmer than the air outside, so Scar took that as a sign that someone had gotten to the fuse box. He wandered around with the paradabolic microphone for a few minutes, watching closely for big leaps in the readings. Eventually, Impulse called out from upstairs, claiming that he’d found the room. Scar hurried towards him, making it there just in time to watch him set up the video camera, fiddling with the tripod and muttering complaints about its stability. 

The room was a bedroom, a large bed against one wall and a shelf full of dead plants on the other. Everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, but that was pretty usual. Obviously no one had been keeping up with the cleaning.   

“Anyone done spirit box?” Grian asked, and Scar jumped and whirled around, finding him in the doorway. Grian giggled, and Scar huffed. 

“Not yet,” Impulse said, finally getting the tripod to settle. He looked over at them. “Want us to leave?”

“Not really,” Grian grumbled, starting to power up the spirit box. “But yes.”

Scar walked out of the door and Impulse followed him, closing it and leaving Grian in the room alone. Immediately, they heard the telltale singing introduction of Grian beginning to ask questions. The rest of the house was quiet. So far, everything had been entirely unremarkable.

“I’m going to go grab D.O.T.S and a book,” Impulse spoke suddenly, starting to walk away. “Maybe you could start grabbing some stuff for a polty pile?”

“Sure, will do,” Scar said, and started picking up objects from the table in the hallway. A lot of picture frames and spare wires, for whatever reason.

Grian opened the door to the room just as Scar arrived with his arms full, and Scar tilted his head at the odd look on the other’s face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was wearing a faint frown. 

“What’s wrong?” Scar asked, curious. Normally, Grian came out of a spirit box session with wide eyes and immediately ran to the van. This was out of character.

“I think…” Grian started, contemplative frown getting more pronounced. “I think the ghost apologized to me.”

“...huh?”

“I asked where it was,” Grian said, spirit box slack in his hand. “And then it said something, and then I screamed, and then it— I could have sworn it said sorry. Like, for scaring me.”

“Oh,” Scar said, tilting his head. “Has that happened before?”

Grian shook his head slowly, staring at the spirit box for a minute before exhaling forcefully. “Let’s just keep going,” he said, shoving the device in his pocket. “We still have a job to do.” Then, into his walkie: “We’ve got spirit box, guys. One thing down.”

They kept doing their jobs like they normally would, but none of them could quite shake the sense of something being different.

Usually, the haunted locations they visited had a foreboding sort of feeling to them. They get in and out of those places as soon as possible, the feeling of imminent danger settling on their shoulders like a heavy jacket. There was none of that, here. It was obviously haunted, but it still just felt like... a house. It didn’t feel malicious at all. 

Impulse put a book down, and writing appeared a few minutes later. Just a single sentence, asking if they would water the plants on their way out.

They laid down D.O.T.S and stayed out in the van for a while, eventually seeing a tall, hazy figure pass quickly through. 

They caught ghost orbs on the video surveillance.

Impulse took the Ultraviolet flashlight and found fingerprints on the side of the video camera, like the ghost had been curious about it. 

The salt Grian had placed on the ground was smeared and scattered, almost as if the ghost had slipped on it instead of stepped in it. 

“If we discovered some new type of ghost,” Grian said eventually, muffled through his own hands covering his face, after hours of pouring over the conflicting evidence. “I am going to be upset.”

“None of this makes sense!” Impulse complained, flipping through the research journal that Scar had never touched. He was scowling at the pages like they’d personally offended him. “It won’t even hunt!”

“He seems kinda friendly,” Scar said, staring at the steady line of the EMF reader on the screen. “The poor guy just wants his plants watered. I don’t even have the heart to tell him that it probably wouldn’t help. Those things are dead dead.”

Impulse’s head thunked down on the table in front of him. “We’re so fired.”

In the silence following that statement, Skizz burst into the van, holding an object aloft in celebration.

“I found it!” Skizz yelled triumphantly, the wrinkly figure of the monkey paw clutched in his hand. “It fell behind some boxes. I told you it was here.”

“Oooh,” Scar said, rushing over in excitement. “What should we wish for?”

“A quick death?” Grian said flatly.

Scar waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve had too many of those. It gets kind of boring, believe it or not.”

“Let’s just wish to see it,” Impulse said, heaving himself up from his hunched position by the monitor. “We’ve done everything else we could do, let’s just do it.”

“Sure, why not,” Grian said, shrugging. “Let’s go out in a blaze of glory, then.”

“That’s the spirit!” Skizz laughed, and together the four of them marched back into the house.

The room was exactly as they’d left it, and Impulse took a moment to turn off the D.O.T.S. Then they stood in a loose circle, tense and determined. Whatever was happening here, it would be over soon. One way or the other. Maybe the company wouldn’t even bother to bring them back, this time. 

Skizz held the monkey paw aloft, dim light casting dramatic shadows on his face. “I wish to see the ghost!”

A finger on the monkey paw cracked and groaned as it bent down, and a chill swept across the room, quick and encompassing. Their flashlights flickered, and then died, leaving them in complete darkness. For a long moment, the only sound was their chorus of quick and shaky breathing.

When the lights turned back on, Scar was face to face with a ghost. A ghost that looked equally as startled as he was. 

Scar yelped and stumbled backwards, tripping over the open book on the ground and hurtling towards the bed. The ghost — a tall man with dark hair and an absolutely wonderful mustache — lunged forward and reached out as if to catch him, eyes wide and panicked. To be fair to the dead man, it absolutely would have worked if his hands were still a tangible thing; As it were, his attempt at grabbing Scar to keep him upright was rather rudely foiled by his outstretched hand passing right through Scar’s flailing arm.

Scar hit the bed with a grunt as various cries of alarm sounded out around him, light bouncing around the room haphazardly as the sound of clattering reached his ears; someone had dropped their flashlight, apparently. Scar laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling, dazed. 

“Oh gosh! I’m so— I didn’t mean to pop in like that, I—”

Scar looked up just in time to watch a crucifix fly through the air and pass harmlessly through the ghost’s head, hitting the wall with a thud and falling gracelessly to the floor. The ghost yelped and ducked — much too late, not that it mattered, anyway — and Scar’s gaze next landed on Grian, still standing there with his arm extended in a throwing motion, hand empty and eyes wide.

“What was that gonna do, G?!” Skizz asked hysterically, fumbling for his camera, accidentally snapping a picture of his own face and swearing when the light blinded him. 

Impulse had knocked over the tripod in all of the chaos, and was now frantically attempting to set it back upright. The ghost — Mumbo Jumbo — turned his anxious eyes on Scar, who for once was struck speechless, jaw slack. 

“Are you alright, mate?” Mumbo Jumbo asked, hands fidgeting together. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but— Well, you summoned me. There’s only so much to be done for that.”

With everyone else still scrambling about the room, Scar allowed himself a few seconds to process things. Most ghosts they’d come across — all of them, actually — had been nothing less than murderous and bloodthirsty. The cordial ghost of a perfectly normal man was not something they had been trained for, but that didn’t exactly mean that it was impossible. Sure, maybe it had come way, way out of left field, but Scar prided himself on rolling with the punches. He pushed himself up from the bed with a sheepish, charming smile. 

“It’s all good,” Scar said, bright and friendly. “For sure our fault, we summoned you and got surprised when you showed up. Kind of rude of us, I think. Your mattress is super comfortable, by the way.”

Mumbo Jumbo blinked, as if surprised by the onslaught of words, a confused little furrow appearing between his brows. “Thank you?” he said, glancing behind him at the bed. “It was…expensive.”

“I mean, hey! We spend a lot of our lifetime in a bed, right? Might as well shell out some cash for quality.”

“What are we doing?” Grian asked quickly, almost like he was talking to himself, hands pressed to his head in utter bafflement. “This is insane, what is happening.”

“Grian! Don’t be rude,” Scar admonished playfully, then turned back to grin at the ghost. “Mumbo Jumbo, right?”

The man nodded faintly. “Just…Mumbo is fine.”

“Sweet! I’m Scar,” Scar said, and then started pointing to his friends, all standing stock still in various stages of shock and confusion. “The rude one who throws stuff is Grian, that’s Impulse by the window, and over there is Skizz!”

“Nice to meet you?” Mumbo said, glancing around nervously. “I would offer to shake your hand, but…”

“God, this is weird,” Skizz blurted, eyes still wide but starting to relax his stance. “You do know you’re dead, right? We never actually get to ask any of the ghosts we meet.”

“Oh, I— Yeah, I’m well aware,” Mumbo said, laughing a little. “You’ve met other ghosts, then?”

“We’re ghost hunters,” Impulse said, and now that the shock was fading, Scar could see a spark of excitement in his eyes. “But I mean— We’ve never met any like you.”

“Mostly they want to kill us,” Grian said, stepping up next to Scar. “Are you sure you don’t want to kill us?”

“I don’t think I know how, much less want to,” Mumbo said, glancing out the window. “Did someone call you to find me? I’ve been trying not to scare anyone, but I suppose the lights might’ve done me in.”

“Yeah, that was pretty much what tipped them off,” Scar said apologetically. “A few too many weird things happen and boom, here we are.”

“What happens now?” Mumbo asked, chuckling nervously. “I mean, you found me. Job done, yeah?”

“Usually we figure out what type of ghost it is and the company sends out a specialized team to evict it,” Impulse answered, brow pinched in thought. “But normally that’s for safety reasons. You don’t seem like a threat. No offense.”

“Oh, none taken.”

“Can I ask how you died?” Skizz asked, eyes alight with curiosity. 

“Skizz,” Grian hissed. “You can’t just ask people how they died!”

“I was just wondering!”

“No, it’s— it’s fine,” Mumbo stuttered, and Scar had a feeling that if ghosts could blush, he would be doing it. “I… fell down the stairs.”

Scar nodded solemnly. “Could have happened to anyone.”

“So what are we actually going to do about this?” Grian asked, vaguely gesturing at the room. “It feels like it would be wrong to kick this guy out of his own house. He’s not really causing trouble.”

“Yeah, I— I do like my house,” Mumbo interjected, awkward smile on his face. “I’d rather stay, if that’s alright.”

“Someone’s bound to move in eventually, you know,” Skizz said, pitying frown on his face. “There’s already a for sale sign in the yard. The new owners might not be super ghost-friendly.”

Mumbo’s shoulders slumped, a dejected look on his face as he frowned at the floor. Scar felt a pang of sympathy grow in his chest, and he glanced out the window at the rows of houses down the street. 

It really was quite a nice neighborhood. 

“...You know,” Scar started, gaze drifting over to Grian, a slow smile forming on his face. “Our lease is almost up.”

Grian looked over at him, eyes already resigned, and sighed. 

Scar laughed, grinning, and Mumbo slowly smiled back.

[daisychainsandbowties]

any avatrice recs :)))) have already read all your fics and now i am depression (genuinely daydream abt ur star wars au daily)

i could hype each of these fics individually but basically if it’s here i think it’s incredible and you have to read it 💖💖🥰

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the sweetest taboo// 1930s au &

i know now what no angel knows// fallen angel au by @dumpsterfireofsubtext

indy au part 1 & part 2// or, ava peels an orange & makes me feel insane 🫠🫠🫠 by @estherthenormal

lemon drop boy// t boy ava au

lazarus woke with a kiss// scp/ lab rat ava au &

how to stitch holes in the sky// dragon age au, all by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain

teach me to love (as you have loved me)// this is. yeah. this is beautiful. newbea au by @birgittesilverbae (💖💖 ily)

beyond our space and starlight// eldritch au by @thistleation

escape attempt number whatever thousand, some hundred and four, probably// hades au by @foulbearobservation

do a flip// aikido gfs au by @sunsafewriting

if saints and angels spoke of love// (bea is a math teacher & ava’s basically the guy from dead poets society) by @mermaidandthedrunks

choose the devil i know (over the heaven i don’t)// firefighter au by @sapphicstacks

leave the light on (i’ll find my way home)// lighthouse au by @snowandwolves

on the run from a losing game// chef au by @fiddleabout

this must be the place// lumberjack au by @littledata

love thy neighbour// my fav roommates au. pokemon strap-on fic 😌🙏

turning sun into sugar, spinning straw into gold// pnw au by @gohandinhand

the world is just an illusion (trying to change you)// roadtrip au, &

a lover, or something of mine// reincarnation au by @smokestarrules

who needs comfortable love// sentient halo au by @the-ominous-owl

this celestial glow is blinding// firewatch au

the thought of high windows// 60s au

pull back the curtains for venus// alien bea au &

of greater marvels yet to be// fleabag au, all by @seabiscuits-us

[ao3-anonymous]

just wanna say i'm a huge fan of your work and the effort you put in to your data!!! [heart eyes emoji]

Thank you!! This was a lovely message to receive today - especially since today's weekly post was messed up and I didn't even have the energy to fix it when I realized what was wrong. There have been a lot of fixes needed lately and I was feeling a little burnt out.

So it was extra nice to hear that my work is appreciated (even when it isn't perfect!). And reading this gave me a little boost to go and actually fix the issue, so these kinds of messages really make an impact!

[magicalara]

Hello! AO3 anon again! I read your Grelliam week of requests fic, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" is quite possibly the only way I can sum up my feelings about that. You got a talent of making me feel real fluffy inside x3

Oh anon 🥺 you're so sweet, thank you so much

Made my day with this ask just so you know 💜

[anonpolls]

Thanks for the question, Anon!

-submit your poll!-

[captain-hen]

i wonder if this fandom realizes just how deeply racist it's obsession with buck "being a better dad" to chris or getting custody of him for whatever reason is. lol.

[savoies]

AO3 anon-i also have a rule63 Briss/Bords too that is in the works (for a fic fest). I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea though.

lowkey open to reading new stuff since I lowkey barely got into hockey rpf

[cry-ptidd]

The red means ily!!!