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[ao3-shenanigans]

When I first started writing my multi-chapter fics, I laughed at the ‘ao3 author’s curse’.

30k words in and my mum cant afford our house and the entirety of my friend group hates me and are talking on a platform I don’t have behind my back.

Respect the ao3 gods yall

Oh no! I hope you’ve found some better friends, and that you and your mom are doing okay!

[the-ao3-observer]

Ao3 Users

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke: Would you slap your favorite brother for a million dollars?

Jason without a second thought kicked Tim in the face, sending him to the floor.

Tim (shocked, anger): What the fuck?!

Duke (deadpan): I said slap.

Jason: Oh right, hold on.

Jason helped Tim up and then back hand slapped him across the face. Tim spun around and collapsed to the ground again.

Tim: Ow, I bit my cheek that time!

Tim moaned in pain.

Jason (pretending to be ignorant): Wait did you say favorite brother? I thought you meant if I had to slap one.

Tim: You know that's not what he said!

Duke (amused): You'd win, but Holy pimp slap Batman. Damn!

Tim: How much can I get for this?

Tim kicked Jason in his crotch causing the man to fall to the ground as well. Duke took a sip from his coffee mug trying not to laugh.

[sevastiel]

slams fists on table.

more of your drifter and stalker. and operator and umbra.

Some drifter and stalker for now, operator and umbra later :)

I wonder how long its been since Sorren's presence was appreciated by someone who didn't demand something from him?

(Transcript below cut)

Drifter to stalker- "Thanks frrr... helpin' my sorry ass out... Lucky t' have ya..."

All of stalkers thought bubbles read "lucky to have you"

Ordis goes, "Getting blood all Over my codex table, he has a ROOM you know," Then, "If you weren't here to help..." then, "This is acceptable" as he's snuggled by a dozing drifter.

At the bottom, Hunhow says, "Shadow, what the hell took you so long?" And stalker responds, "Our drifter is an idiot."

Next panel, Hunhow goes, "So... its our drifter, now?" And stalker goes "DONT."

[cochineal-leviat]

Boyfriend/friend? What's the difference?

Some readers of mine might recognise this comic. I made a quick comic while working on A Royal Visit as a thank-you for the great support and love I got from the first chapter. I wanted to rearrange the panels and make the text more readable to share it on my blog.

And then I thought, "I've been having a lot of fun doing lineart, I will just quickly do that and - I've got a full comic now. Whoops." Sometimes, creating art really does not make you feel like you're in control.

For a bit of context for the people who have not read my fic: Fluff mistakenly assumed that boyfriend meant a friend who is a boy, and King Dedede (and Meta Knight) take it in the the worst way. Well, except King Dedede who gave the prince a kernel of doubt and confronted him about it.

The old comic is under 'keep reading'

The old comic still has its charm with the messy sketch style. I always adore Fluff's little bean mouth. Funny lad.

[ao3-shenanigans]

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[transsongtaewon]

The Colour of the Soul | Gen | 1.3k

When Yoojin meets his little brother for the first time, he learns to see warm colours. When Yoohyun leaves, they fade away.

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Lance looks through the binoculars again and finds Keith at the same time Adam calls Keith’s name and points at where Lance is standing. The other boy glances up, caught between a laugh from watching Pidge and Hunk write a lewd message in the sand. He flips him off and Lance’s hand-painted skull grins back at him. Keith’s cheeks are pink from the chill, his eyes bright and mischievous as the wind catches on the edges of his hair.

Lance mechanically waves back as he pulls away from the binoculars, Keith becoming a tiny figure against the sand as a blush begins to stain Lance’s cheeks. He hikes the collar of his jacket up, glancing furtively back at Shiro and then down at the shore below. 

Oh.

Fuck.

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this was an excerpt from chapter 10 of my fic! here's some more info if ur interested:

title: looking out for you

platform: ao3 only

rating: t

genre(s): slice of life college au

ships: Keith Kogane/Lance McClain, Adam/Shiro

words/chapters: 187k/18 chapters

status: completed

summary/elevator pitch: wholesome queer vibes and healthy communication a la voltron. found family shenanigans include: paintball, halloween parties, laundromat trips, beach episode, family dinners, video game tournaments, awkward confessions, grocery shopping, and some good old angst and character development. also, lance may or may not get possessed by a ghost but it's not pidge's fault.

i was reminiscing on this fic and decided to just promo it bc why not? drop me a comment/kudos if u check it out and like it!

for anyone who has already read it or is planning on reading it, i've done faqs between the three acts. i recently updated my faq here for act iii if anyone is interested (i finally got around to putting in some more details!)

[tennessoui]

What if in the #making faces at baby au anakin’s secretly very insecure about how people think he became a senator e.g. seduced padme w his godly looks he’s just a trophy husband who doesn’t belong or know anything about politics….so he starts wearing a veil to be taken more seriously (unless there’s some other canon reason that senators are supposed to?) but then obiwan sees his face and anakins so handsome that obiwan sometimes gets nervous and stuttery and can’t make eye contact so anakin’s either super flattered and teases him about it or is like ‘wait did you like the veil better should I put it back on so we can have a proper convo’ anyways I’m a making faces at baby au stan now

ooo there's no in-story reason for anakin to wear a veil except for the plot hinged upon it lol

i think in the fic he's a pretty private person (staying away from holonews gossip sites, keeping even his face to himself, etc)

in my mind, he wears the veil as a sort of statement against celebrity politicians/politics -- he's not what's important here, the work he's advocating for is important, and the galaxy/holonews loves to follow senators, turn them into icons. he takes himself out of that equation completely and rather pointedly imo

i don't read this anakin as being self-conscious or insecure (he's pretty brash and confident when it comes to talking with obi-wan at the beginning of the fic)

BUT i like that interpretation of why he wears the veil and it's completely valid for the fic especially because of how open-ended his backstory is (like, how did he meet padmé, how long were they married, how did he become a senator, etc)

and i can say in my mind obi-wan absolutely loves looking at anakin without the veil. he gets distracted mid-sentence sometimes just looking at him and realizing all over again speeder man and senator skywalker are the same and obi-wan gets to kiss that face whenever he wants

their first morning after, obi-wan's in the kitchen sipping coffee and anakin stumbles in, awful bedhead, already scowling, making grabby hands at the coffee, and monosyllabic grunts and obi-wan is like !! this is why i didn't know you were the same!! youre the worst conversationalist in the mornings!

what im getting at is they're both not the greatest conversationalists for their own separate reasons lol <3

[ao3-shenanigans]

What does the dead dove tag mean?

Wonderful question!

“Dead Dove” comes from this scene in Arrested Development wherein the character Michel Bluth opens a brown paper bag that reads: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. He looks inside and sees what is in fact, a dead dove. The then says: “Well, I don’t know what I expected.”

In fandom, the tag has come to mean: “pay extra attention to the tags!” And/or “this fic is what it says on the tin!”.

So if, for example, a fic includes the tags: Body Horror, Gore, and Violence along with the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag, the author is saying “Hey I’m not joking about these tags! Read at your own discretion!”

The tag acts as an honest intensifier to whatever tags are already in the work, as the author using it wants to give a double warning for their content, that it may be triggering and that the reader should proceed with caution.

One fic tagged with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, also includes the tags: Seriously, this fic deals with some serious and disturbing content matter, mind the tags

Thanks for asking and happy reading!

[the-ao3-observer]

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[gothamite-rambler]

Red Hood and Batman found themselves confined in a cage, their escape options slim. Batman's hand was broken, and Red Hood's leg twisted in agony, leaving him unable to move. The trio of villains, Lex Luthor, Riddler, and the Joker, had left them there, plotting chaos in Gotham.

Red Hood (tapping his fingers on the ground, frustration creeping in): Batman.

Batman (focused on analyzing the cage, ignoring him): Nope.

Red Hood (insistent, his tone rising): You need to call him.

Batman (firmly): Not calling him.

Red Hood: Call him!

Batman (defensive): No, nope, nein, not happening. I can figure this out myself!

Red Hood (voice rising): No, you freaking can't!

Batman (gritting his teeth): I will get us out of here, and then I’m going to bend Lex's leg into a question mark! No offense intended.

Red Hood (taking off his helmet, revealing his intense glare): Look, I’m all for not calling in Superman too, cause I hate him but seriously, look at the situation! We’re trapped in a cage! My leg is broken, and you’re not admitting you’re stumped and have a hand with a broken middle and index finger. Just pull out that backup phone you think no one knows about!

Batman (growling, still attempting to force the door open): If you just give me five or six minutes, I’ll figure it out, and then I can pop my bones back into place and help you with your leg.

Red Hood (furrowing his brows in anger, resting on his side): I’m not into pain like you are. Call him and give him the secret word!

Batman: I’ve got this; just give me—

Red Hood (interrupting, voice escalating): Call him or if I figure out how to free us I swear I’ll kill the Joker! Not just him, I’ll shoot Riddler in his manhood because death is too good for him, and I’ll put a bullet in Lex’s bald head!

Batman (groaning in exasperation): I don’t want to!

Red Hood (shouting defiantly): Batman!

Batman (pulling out his backup phone, dialing reluctantly): This is so stupid! Just because the villain is also his, ugh. Banana Muffins!

Superman (immediately picking up, his voice cheerful): I’ll be there as quick as a snake in an oil slick—

Batman (interrupting, urgency laced in his tone): Hurry up!

Superman (excitedly): On my way!

Batman ended the call abruptly, crossed his arms like a petulant child, and slumped down beside Red Hood. With an exaggerated pat on Batman’s face, Red Hood smirked.

Red Hood: Good job, daddy. I’m proud of you.

Batman: I’m not in the mood.

[mariatesstruther]

When Joel’s settled in and he and Maria are on their way to becoming best friends, they dedicate their free time to teasing Tommy whenever they can. Joel tells her all the embarrassing stories from when Tommy was younger that he was too embarrassed to tell his wife, and Maria tells him stories from more recent, like how he embarrassed himself when he started flirting with her.

Also, Joel totally makes joking comments like ‘Tommy, you’re just lucky you met her first’

okay anon. bestie. i literally screamed at this it is 7 am and i at squealing like a pig in my bedroom rn because YES. JOEL FLIRTING WITH MARIA TO BOTHER TOMMY?? FUCK YES. so so so funny to me

i tried to write a little fic to show how similar and funny joel and maria would be together regarding teasing or chewing out tommy, and anon because this gave me joy, i hope i can return the favor with this!

this is what i’d imagine it would be like if both joel and maria had to deal with an injured tommy:

“Tommy goddamn Miller!” Joel bellows, because of fuckin’ course he does. Goddamn drama queen.

“Oh, here we go.”

“Did I not tell you five times, you stupid goddamn idiot, that the Davis’s fuckin’ roof was too unstable for us to fix?”

“Joel, I know. I got a broken fuckin’ leg here already. You really don’t need to—“

“And did I not repeat myself three times when I said I think we should wait on fixing the leak until we can find a way to reinforce the structure?”

“…”

“Well?”

“…”

“Did I not say that three fuckin’ times, Tommy?”

“Apparently you did, Joel.”

“Then why don’t you go on and explain to me, God, and all the nurses in here why in the hell you would decide to just mosey on up there anyways?”

“I wasn’t trying to—! I thought I coul—,”

“You thought you could? You thought you could, right, okay. Do you remember when you thought you could jump off of the Dillon’s roof, drunk off your ass at your graduation party?”

“It was into their pool!”

“It was stupid, is what is was. You had three compound fractures, Tommy. You got a fuckin’ concussion —I’m not arguing about that again, for fuck’s sake.”

“You brought it up.”

“Tommy.”

“What?”

“Tommy.”

“Okay, okay! M’Sorry, sorry, geez! I thought I could at least get high enough to see what needed repairing from the top without getting too close to the weak spot, okay? How was I supposed to know the whole goddamn roof would come down?”

“I fuckin’ told you I thought the roof might come down yesterday, Tommy.”

“Oh, really? You did? How many times?”

Joel gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

“My niece would beg to differ. Where is she, anyway?”

“Still out cleanin’ the stables with Jesse and Dina. Should be here soon, though. I asked a nurse to find her and tell her to meet us here.”

“Oh, come on, Joel, don’t! That’s just gonna worry her! I’m fine!”

“You’re in an infirmary bed, Tommy, with a broken goddamn leg. You ain’t fuckin’ fine.”

“Yeah, well, the Dillon’s pool was way worse.”

“Wha—No it wasn’t! Either way, you shouldn’t have fuckin’—I am not gonna argue with you about that again—,”

“Tommy Miller!” Maria’s voice, a dangerous mixed of urgently worried and pissed off, interrupts Joel’s ranting.

“Shit,” Tommy mumbles once, just before she comes in. Joel smirks pointedly at him, which he chooses to ignore. He tries his best to give her a charming smile, the one that usually works to at least soften her up a bit. “Uh, hey Hone—“

“Don’t fucking hey Honey me, you fuckin’ Miller! You fell through a goddamn roof?”

“No! Or, er—not really. Kind of.”

“What the fuck do you mean, kind of?”

“Well, first off, I’m completely oka—“

“You have a broken leg, Tommy.”

“Shut up, Joel, I’m mostly fine—,”

“What happened?” Maria interrupts them again.

“Well. Technically, uh—,”

“Technically he fell off the roof, ma’am. Piece he was usin’ to climb up wasn’t stable, so he slipped. Slid straight off it, I heard—,”

“Fuck off, Joel.”

“Which is actually worse for you than falling straight down, I think. Technically.”

“I swear to God, Joel, you better shut your stupid mouth, or I’ll—,”

“Or you’ll what? What’re you gonna do, roundhouse kick me on one leg?”

“I’ll kick you somewhere, that’s for fuckin’ sure—,”

“Boys,” Maria stopped them.

“Sorry,” they both mumbled sheepishly.

Maria just closed her eyes, heaving out a sigh and putting her face in her hands.

Tommy grimaced at her rare show of stress. She often didn’t like letting anyone see her worry, not even him and Joel, despite how close the three have become. “Really, baby. It’s okay. I’m just fine.”

“It’s okay, I’m just fine,” she mocks sarcastically, accent at all. It makes Joel laugh, as always, which at least brings a small smile to her fact. “Tommy. You’re in a hospital bed with a broken leg, and Esther just told me you might have a concussion. You’re not fine.”

Joel gives him a pointed look at the repeat of his own words from earlier, and Tommy has to resist sticking out his tounge. Still, he can’t quite bring himself to complain about their smothering—not in the face of this much love. He shuts up and accepts it.

[the-golden-comet]

Trick or treat! :D

Award winning smile right there 👏👏👏

For you, GJ: 💛✨

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[wordsbyarwen]

So technically i didn't lie about there only being one more chapter but also technically i did. Welcome to Chapter 17, Part 1. Today is this fic's third anniversary! Happy bday, little dude.

“What are you doing Saturday?” Tissaia asks, fingertips brushing lightly across Yennefer’s shoulder. There seems to be some trepidation in her voice—Yennefer frowns slightly, but replies without hesitation, affecting an utterly casual demeanour. “Dunno. There’s this lovely florist over on the east side of town—you may have heard of it? All local British flowers.” “You’re impossible.” “The shop and the owner are both lovely, you see—I thought I might pay a visit,” Yennefer finishes unfazed. She lifts her head only slightly to tilt her chin upward then, peering up at Tissaia through her lashes. “Why?” “Triss has agreed to trade a day with me, if you’ll let me take you somewhere.” Yennefer practically purrs, levering herself upright to meet Tissaia’s eye properly. “And where might that be?”

Stay tuned for Part 2, aka the Actual Final Chapter!

[hatterpillar-author]

I need some incorrect quotes of them, like, yesterday, I feel like they'd get up to a lot of shenanigans

Eli: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Arlo: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Elijah: I— Elijah: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.