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[the-ao3-observer]

AO3 Buttons - New Users/Readers/Writers Part One

Managing chapters button allows you to reorder chapters

Subscribe button allows you to anonymously get updates on a fic.

Bookmarks can be private or public recs

Privating a work prevents anyone without an account from seeing your works

Comments can be changed so no wan can comment, only users can comment, or everyone can comment

Kudos and likes, and you can kudo works for free regardless whether or not you have an account.

[blakbonnet]

downloading a fic when ao3 dies (when you have the link)

looks like ao3 is down again and i was in the middle of a multi chapter fic when it died on me.

and if that happens to you, this is what you can do to download the fic:

copy paste https://download.archiveofourown.org/downloads/00000000/fic.html in your browser url

replace the pink bit with the number right after /works (that's the work id)

for instance, in https://archiveofourown.org/works/44970790/chapters/113154673 the highlighted bit (44970790) would be the number you swap for the 0s

the download link will look like https://download.archiveofourown.org/downloads/44970790/fic.html

if you want the fic to be downloaded as an epub instead, use .epub at the end of that link

it should start downloading on your device

i'm sure a bunch of people know this and use it but in case you don't, hope this helps

[frownyalfred]

hey just for the record, if you’re on r/ao3 and keep running into these kinds of comments on bookmark related posts — it’s not a good take. calling someone’s writing “slop” and saying it deserves criticism for being bad BECAUSE it’s posted publicly might seem like a nuanced take, but I promise it isn’t.

yes, sometimes us writers get a little too obsessed over a cryptic comment or bookmark; no, that doesn’t actually mean the solution is to say whatever you want in them because authors “deserve” your honesty. 

I know we’re in a touchy time for readers and writers, but comments like these are NOT kind, refreshing, or nuanced. they’re just kind of mean and discouraging.

[wordsofwilderness]

AO3 button appreciation <33

[daemon-in-my-head]

At last, here it is. A while ago, I had the pleasure of commissioning the wonderful @lokorum to portray my beloved idiots in all of their tragic glory.

So without further ado, after months, here's the first chapter of my durgetash-centred, possibly very long, post-canon Genfic (cuz even if he's not featured in the picture, he's very much the one behind it, and yes, I said genfic but they do fuck, there's just also other themes that are more important than whatever it is those guys got going on).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63147115

Rated M; further elaboration, summary etc behind the cut.

As per usual, please mind the tags. This is rated mature and may turn explicit depending on—let's be so fr—nothing but my mood. It IS a tragedy. I know how it ends. Trust me when I stress the tragedy part. I'm writing this story through tears at times. There's fluff, there is hurt comfort, there is true old man yaoi but there is just as much 'doves that aren't simply dead but rotten' and pain.

So to everyone who's not scared shitless yet (which is very valid), here's a summary:

The year is around 1530 DR. The once-revered and reformed Bhaalspawn returns to the city he had both saved and nearly doomed, emerging from his exile in the Underdark. Though he claims to seek only rest, the city's de facto ruler, Archduke Gortash, sees through the monster’s carefully crafted facade. Perhaps if the elf had never saved the Banite all those years ago—when he was little more than a blurred and distant memory—his own fate might have unfolded differently, perhaps even more mercifully. But regrets have long since lost their weight. The past is immutable, and all that remains—all that truly matters to him now—is the purpose that once again draws him into this treacherous den.

And on a personal note; I'm still squealing and shoving this artwork into the face of everyone I meet irl. I absolutely adore it. I'm not sure I'll be stopping with that soon. You will see reblogs.

Again. Tragedy. I mean it. There's fluffy moments, but I will absolutely exploit them to enhance the pain. I'm dead serious about Bhaal being able to learn from me. I caused his kid more agony than he could ever dream of delivering. And I haven't even shared the worst parts yet.

Edit: I also mean the psychological warfare tag. It's my guilty pleasure. And whatever over one year of obsession amounts to.

[fxxx-off-watson]

I don’t like ocs. I don’t like reader insert. Very rarely do I like first person (I don’t have any ideas why I don’t). Many people don’t.

Do them anyway. Who fucking cares if assholes like your oc or art or fic? There’s filters. Write it, draw it, create it because it brings you joy.

I like so much oc art because I love it. I don’t love the oc, I love the person who made it. I love their passion. When I filter out reader insert and the number of fics drops significantly, my first thought is damn someone else has found their niche.

You don’t have to like everything you come across. People don’t have to like everything you make. There are filters and block buttons and a back button. You like it that is enough to make it. If you share it you are gonna find people who’s favorite thing is the type of content you are creating.

I am rather picky with the fandom content I consume. That’s on me and no one else. I still adore the fact that you made it for you, even if it’s not for me.

[hemi-demi]

Almost there! Just one more bit of clothing to go 🙌

See this art uncensored and help Martin complete his performance review on Bluesky

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[gimlilithegreat]

I look at all these people asking for a like/dislike button or the ability to take away kudos if a fic does something they don’t like…

We are very different people. And I really don’t get it.

Why do you want a built in anonymised function for giving negative feedback? Are we trying to make fandom like Reddit now? Because that’s a space that really promotes creativity.

Can you imagine how depressing watching your kudos count go down would be?

They are ridiculous and I lowkey resent people who think this is a good idea.

You know what I would LOVE as a new feature on ao3? A reread counter/extra kudos option. If I’ve come back to a fic after 6 months I should be able to give it another kudos or a separate thing to show that this fic has lingered with me in a way that I constantly come back to it. You’ve already left kudos here is a constant pop up for me and I would like to be able to give more positive affirmation rather than less please.

[perfectmanisperfect]

FUCK U IM A HUMAN LET ME INNNNNNNNN

[blank-potato]

Make It Up To Me

Pairing: Lucien Belmont x Reader

Summary:

He gave you a look as if contemplating his next move. “Fine. Then let me make it up to you.”You crossed your arms, waiting, whatever he had to say had to be good.“You’ve been wound too tight,” he continued, his voice lighter now, almost teasing. “And I think you need to have a good time.”You raised a sceptical brow. “And you think you’re the person to fix that?”“I know I am.” His smirk deepened. “So, what do you say? Let me give you one night where you forget about all the stress. No responsibilities. No pressure. Just… fun.”Or You’re Lucien’s tutor and he has pissed you off for the last time but he wants to make things right with you.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, Lucien pushing your buttons, teasing, first date, first kiss, carnival/theme park date, tutor!reader, enemies to lovers

WC: 3.4k

A/N: I just want to write something short and fluffy about Lucien with a hint of steaminess at the end

✎✎✎

“I’m supposed to be helping you study.”

“And yet all I want to study is you,” Lucien replies with his signature smile.

Had you not been used to it, maybe you would’ve fallen for it but this was pretty much how all your tutoring sessions would go. He’d show up 20 minutes late (if you were lucky) with bedhead and a lopsided grin, smelling faintly of cologne and another girl’s perfume, then flirt with you as you attempted to tutor him.

“Did you even listen to what I just said?”

"This is hopeless,” you let out a sigh, frustration tightening your chest as the stress of school weighed heavy on your shoulders. Assignment after assignment piled up like an avalanche, and now this narcissistic rat was wasting your time with their incessant chatter. Your patience was a frayed wire, and it was only a matter of time before it snapped.

“You selfish asshole.”

“What?” His eyebrows rose as his interest was piqued. He had never seen you like this. He had been pushing your buttons for weeks, yet somehow, you always managed to keep your cool. He took note of the way your hands tightened around your pencil whenever he said something inappropriate and the sharp retorts that hovered on the edge of your tongue, just begging to come out but you always swallowed them down.

Until now, that is.

Now he was looking at you, an untethered mountain of rage that had been building, layer by layer until it finally cracked.

“I prepare lesson plans and notes and flashcards and spend hours reviewing,” you snapped, voice trembling with fury, “because some of us actually want to be here!”

You let out a sharp breath, trying (but failing) to rein in your frustration. Heads around the library had already started to turn toward the commotion, but you were too blinded by the infuriating, insufferable arrogance that was Lucien Belmont to care.

His smug expression, the lazy way he leaned back in his chair as if none of this mattered, only fuelled the fire in your chest. He was watching you now, amusement flickering in his eyes as if your outburst was nothing more than an entertaining spectacle.

“Are you done?” he asked, lips twitching at the corners, “I still have another hour of your time, you know?”

You toss the notes you tirelessly made onto the desk with a loud thud, highlighters rattling against the surface. He flinches, eyes widening slightly.

“Here. Spend your hour choking on these.”

Turning on your heel, you stormed away, the adrenaline still pumping through you like a raging current. Your hands were trembling with the sheer force of everything you had held back for weeks. You could still feel Lucien’s eyes on you, burning with something unreadable. Maybe surprise. Maybe amusement. Maybe something else entirely.

But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

✎✎✎

A knock on your door later that night pulled you away from your book. You had just settled in, freshly showered, wrapped in your softest hoodie, and snuggled up in your covers. It was your time to relax and the thought of being interrupted had your annoyance already flaring. You sighed, setting your book aside and trudged to the door, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb your peace.

But when you swung it open, your irritation sharpened into something colder. There he was, the bane of your existence and the object of your frustration, Lucien Belmont.

“I’m busy,” you say flatly.

His gaze flickered over you, and then he smirked. “Nice face mask.”

You huffed, moving to slam the door in his face, but he’s faster. His foot wedged into the doorway, keeping it open.

“Harsh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I wanted to apologise.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Lucien Belmont apologising?”

He exhaled, rolling his eyes. “I’m not above it, okay? I am sorry. I pushed you too far, but—”

“No great apology has a but.”

He gave you a look as if contemplating his next move.“Fine. Then let me make it up to you.”

You crossed your arms, waiting, whatever he had to say had to be good.

“You’ve been wound too tight,” he continued, his voice lighter now, almost teasing. “And I think you need to have a good time.”

You raised a sceptical brow. “And you think you’re the person to fix that?”

“I know I am.” His smirk deepened. “So, what do you say? Let me give you one night where you forget about all the stress. No responsibilities. No pressure. Just… fun.”

Your fingers tightened around the doorknob. You shouldn’t even entertain the idea. But the way he was looking at you made you hesitate.

And that hesitation? That’s all he needed.

“Let me undo the stress I caused.”

✎✎✎

You met him outside, shifting your weight awkwardly as he approaches. You don’t usually dress up, your style was more casual and comfortable. But tonight was different and Lucien took notice. His gaze flickered over you for the second time that night and lingered just a second longer than usual. “Look at you. Got all cute for me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse stuttered. ���Shut up.”

His smirk widened. “So, where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat, trying to maintain an air of confidence, but it was harder than you expected. Your palms felt slightly clammy and you hoped he didn’t notice the way you kept adjusting your sleeves as if would somehow steady your nerves.

As the car glided down the quiet roads, streetlights casting long shadows through the windshield, a silence settled between you, not uncomfortable just uncommon. You were so used to him flirting with you all the time that this silence had you a little on edge.

After a few minutes, you leaned back in your seat, raising an eyebrow. “Just how far away is this party?”

He glanced at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “Party?”

Your heart started to race, if it wasn’t a party then just where was he taking you?

Before you can start to spiral he parked his car and the sound of music and excited screams reached your ears.

He helped you out of the car and you look around in surprise. This was not the last place you expected to end up but definitely not the first.

“A carnival?”

You blinked as you took in the scene before you. The beautiful flashing lights, the distant laughter of kids, the scent of fried dough and caramel in the air.

“You’re not a fan?” he asked, glancing at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“No, it’s… I just wasn’t expecting it.” Your voice was softer now, almost hesitant as if still expecting some sort of trick.

“You don’t seem like the party type, so I thought I’d take you here instead.”

“Well… good choice.”

He offered you his hand and you scoffed.

“I’m not holding your hand,” You say as if it couldn’t be more obvious.

“Oh come on, you’re acting like I’m the devil.”

“Well…”

“Give me a chance,” he said gently taking your hand in his and leading you to the ticket booth. You grumbled and a frown was etched on your face as he buys a buttload of tickets for the both of you. You refused to allow him to win you over, it just wasn’t happening.

“How am I supposed to make it up to you if you won’t indulge me just a little?” Lucien asked, pouting dramatically.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Fine. Start by buying me something.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Bossy. I like it.”

You shot him a stern look and he raised his free hand in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop flirting… for now.”

As you continued walking, your eyes caught on something, a cotton candy stall. Your face lit up before you can stop yourself. Lucien notices immediately and without a word, he steps up to the vendor and hands over a bill. Moments later, he was holding out a fluffy pink cloud to you.

“For you,” he says, grinning.

And maybe it was the cotton candy. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you. If anyone asked, you definitely would’ve said it was the cotton candy. But for a moment, it felt like something dangerously close to nice.

You munched away at the cotton candy, delighting in how it melts against your tongue. You were lost in your own world and Lucien loved it. Sure he had been intentionally pushing your buttons for months but it wasn’t without reason. He delighted in all your little reactions especially when you think no one is watching. Your eyes landed on the ring toss stall next and before you even think twice, you grabbed Lucien’s wrist and dragged him over with you.

“Go on, pay the man,” you commented as you nudged Lucien, playfully stretching out your arms like you were preparing for the game of your life. He smirked, handing the attendant a ticket, then turned to you and his eyes were sharp, like you’re a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

“You never fail to surprise me,” Lucien said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’ll come to find that I’m not just smart,” you reply confidently as you pick up a ring. “I also happen to be very good at carnival games.”

Lucien watched, amused, as you effortlessly landed ring after ring onto the bottles, racking up an impressive streak.

“Well done,” the attendant said, nodding in approval. “Which one do you want?”

Your eyes scanned the prizes until you spotted the perfect one. It was a giant bunny with a mischievous face like it’s hiding a secret. Definitely Lucien Belmont’s twin.

“That one,” you said, pointing.

Lucien raised an eyebrow at you as the bunny was passed into your waiting arms and you proceeded to struggle to hold it.

“You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?” he said, a mix of admiration and disbelief in his voice.

“Obviously,” you replied and Lucien chuckled.

“Why’d you pick this one?”

You glance at him, then back at the bunny. “It reminds me of you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He looks like a little shit. In fact, I’m going to call him Lucien after you.”

And the look on Lucien’s face is absolutely delicious, you’d eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you could. It’s that very look that fuels you to go on a generational run of carnival game wins, stacking up prizes like a champion.

“Hold Lucien Jr. for me?” you said smugly, as you attempt to sort your myriad of prizes. Lucien made a face and you’d describe it as part amusement, part offense.

“What? Do you prefer Lucien the Second?” you teased, shoving the plush bunny into his arms before he could protest. He huffed but held the stuffed animal anyway, muttering, “This is slander.”

✎✎✎

You guys walked and walked until you arrived at the shooting gallery stall and Lucien’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. You knew it was trouble whenever he made a face like that.

“I’m actually quite good at this one,” he said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Is that so?” You said with a hint of disbelief, you figured his ego had been hurt by you racking up prizes like it was nobody’s business and were more than happy to see him fail. Perhaps thinking it would serve him right for all the stuff he had put you through in just one semester.

“I bet you I can hit all the targets in one try.”

“You’re on. What are we wagering?” you replied, your smile confident, almost bordering on cocky from the way you’re holding yourself, arms crossed, weight shifted just slightly in challenge.

“A kiss.”

“Lucien—” you started, narrowing your eyes.

He leaned in just a fraction, his smirk downright sinful. “C’mon, indulge me.”

Against your better judgment, you did. You thought the chances of him winning were slim, and carnival games were almost always rigged—

Before you can finish your thought he lifts the rifle, taking aim and shooting each target with precision, the sound of the pellets hitting their mark ringing through the air. You bit your lip, watching him with newfound appreciation.

It was kind of… sexy.

When he won, he turned to you, smug as ever and handed you a teddy bear. It was smaller than Lucien Jr. but still adorable.

You took it, feigning nonchalance. “Trying to impress me?”

“Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes but the warmth creeping up your neck screamed yes. You stormed off wordlessly and he followed after you like a puppy on a leash.

“When do I get my kiss?” he drawls, falling into step beside you.

“Later,” you said, keeping your gaze ahead. “Technically, we never agreed it had to happen immediately.”

He chuckled, lowly and his next words sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Alright, princess. I’ll wait.”

✎✎✎

After an evening of flitting from stall to stall you had to admit that you had a good time tonight. It wasn’t often that you’d give yourself a break so all of this was a welcome surprise even if it did mean that you were spending your whole night with Lucien Belmont. But then again he had proven to be full of surprises too.

He seemed different tonight and his usual rich frat boy shenanigans were nowhere to be found and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you and not just getting in your pants.

You had even seen him go over to help a crying child find their parent, his was voice gentle, and his usual cocky expression had softened. Kind, patient, respectful and good with kids?

Who was this and what had they done with Lucien Belmont?

After finding the missing child’s parent, you ended up in front of the Ferris Wheel. Lucien insisted you go on, and like a moth drawn to a flame, you gave in.

Somewhere along the way, he had successfully chipped away at your defences, his usual arrogance softened into something almost… endearing. Being mad at him in the library felt like a distant memory, blurred by the warmth of the night.

Your eyes drifted to his lips and damn did they look soft, tempting. The thought lingered in your mind, warm and dangerous, as the two of you stepped into the Ferris wheel car.

“Perfect ending to a perfect night, no?” Lucien said, almost reverently, as he gazed out at the view. The lights stretched endlessly below, a sea of colour contrasting against the dark sky.

You couldn’t help but agree as you took in the scene, watching as the crowd below shrunk, the laughter and chatter fading into the wind. Just moments ago, you and Lucien had been running from stall to stall, caught up in playful jokes and stolen glances. Now, high above it all, the world feels quieter, like it was just the two of you.

“Yeah, you actually did show me a good time.”

He moved closer to you, the warmth of his body seeping into the small space between you. The tension in the air was thick, crackling like a storm on the horizon but you didn’t want to pull away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into it, drawn in like a ship sailing straight into the fog, eager to discover what lay beyond.

And you had a feeling it was something sweet.

Your eyes fell back on his lips yet again and this time Lucien notices. His lips form a little smile and it’s the only thing you can see, like your mind has placed a magnifying glass over that one detail, blocking out everything else.

“Can I redeem my kiss now?” he asked, his voice lower, teasing.

“I…” Your breath caught in your throat. “I suppose so. I keep my word.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for his lips to touch yours, anticipation thrumming in your veins. But he took his time, keeping you on the edge, drawing out the moment until your heart was drumming wildly against your ribs like a wild bird battering against its cage, aching to get out.

His hand caressed your cheek, his fingers painted a picture on your skin and your body had become so sensitive to each and every touch; so acutely aware of how close he was to you.

You felt him approach you but at the last second before your lips touched, he dipped out of the way pushing aside the collar of your shirt to reveal your neck. He laid soft kiss after kiss along the curve of your neck, loving the way you gulped for more air. He kept up his efforts his kisses landing on a particularly sensitive spot below your jawline. By this point, you had completely melted, and your body turned to jelly under his touch. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of your jeans, desperate for something to ground you but there’s no use. Lucien had you right where he wants you.

He pulled back and a heat rose in your chest. You found yourself wanting to pull him back, to demand more. You wouldn’t let him leave you like this.

But before you could act on it, he leaned back in, giving you something just as good. His hands found your waist, tugging you closer until there was nothing left between you.

The first brush of his lips against yours was slow as if he was testing you. Then, the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips, stealing the very breath from your lungs. A shiver ran down your spine and whatever little resolve you had left crumbled as you let yourself fall completely into him.

Then, yet again, he pulled away and the Ferris wheel car began to descend. Fireworks burst in the distance, illuminating the night sky in brilliant flashes of gold and red. But all you can focus on is him, the warmth of his breath still lingering against your lips.

You could tell he didn’t want to stop either, his eyes were dark with the same level of yearning that was eating you alive.

“You really are something special…” he said, his gaze fixed on you and yours on him as the colour of each firework reflected in his eyes.

You didn’t respond, still dazed, still lost in the feeling of him. Your lips were tingling, your breath unsteady and the world felt just a little off-kilter. The man responsible laughed at your expression but he felt the same, he was just better at hiding it.

You arrived back at your dorm, your heart still pounding, your skin still buzzing with the ghost of his touch. The entire ride home had been torture, your body was tense, your mind restless. You couldn’t bear it, being so close to him and not being able to fix the problem he had started. As you fumbled for your keys, his voice broke through the charged silence.

“Good night?” he asked, his tone laced with amusement as if he already knew the answer.

“Surprisingly yes… You did undo the stress you caused me.”

You finally managed to get your door open, your hands unsteady as you pushed it ajar. Lucien waited in the doorway like a vampire lingering at the threshold, waiting to be invited in.

You knew better. You really didn’t need this kind of trouble in your life. But when he was standing there, looking like sin itself, his hair slightly tousled, lips still swollen from the kisses he stole. How could you not be tempted? After all, he had spent the night charming you, teasing you, and kissing you like you’d never been kissed before. How could you possibly resist now?

So, pushing aside your better judgment, you stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.

Lucien didn’t hesitate. He was more than happy to oblige, stepping past you as if he belonged there all along. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in.

Your eyes flicked back to him and of course, he’s smirking. With easy confidence, he tosses Lucien Jr. onto your chair before turning back to you, his gaze with anticipation.

“Lucien, I hope you're ready to put in the work tonight.”

“I told you I’d make it up to you and I still plan to,” his grin then widened as he looked you up and down. “And I’ll have you know I’m a bit of a masochist.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you crossed your arms. “Of course you are.”

He stepped closer as he studied you like he was dying to know what you’d do next.

“So?” he says lowly. “Where do you want me?”

Masterlist

[andaniellight]

Whoever wrote episode 9 of DDBA I want to thank you for letting Frank sees Matt's bare ass so you can give me your ao3 handle now

[an-aceofspades]

My favorite, favoritest star wars fic of all time rn:

Everybody Lives– But No One Makes It Out Alive, by Anonymous_Radish

"Cody and Obi-Wan as Desert Husbands, but Cody dies, wakes up a teenager in a warzone with no idea of who he is, where he came from, or how he got here– all he's got to guide him are dreams and feelings–

And all his feelings are telling him is that he's destined for Obi-Wan Kenobi."

[bat-bleed]

every time "konner" is used to refer to kon an angel dies and krypton explodes

[polls-about-fandom]

I have a suggestion. I enjoy writing nsfw content that has a varying degree of emotions. I love writing characters that long for deeper connection. So I'm wondering if we should make a poll "When you write NSFW or smut, do you imbue it with different emotions?" yes, angst. yes, fluff. yes, jealousy, ext.

[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

[lunarleonardo]

transformation/insomnia/medical torture

- art in collaboration with @cazzpurr

The next day, Kaede wonders, A) How this happened, and B) Where it came from. Because why was there suddenly a deer roaming the Ultimate Academy?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65305738