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fanfictionlibrary01 · 2 months ago

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AO3 Data Scraped for AI Training Dataset

What is happening, and what you can do. Check for potential edits with additions at the end of the post!

What is happening? What do we know?

A user going by "nyuuzyou" on the HuggingFace platform uploaded a dataset a few days ago - containing scraped content from AO3. HuggingFace is a very popular platform and widely used for sharing machine learning and AI models/datasets. The scraped dataset includes fics, fanart, and other fanworks - all taken without permission and intended for use in training gen AI models. You can find more information in this Reddit post.

This dataset is one of several compiled from various websites—at least seven in total. While two datasets have been removed, the AO3 one was only disabled on HuggingFace. This means that it’s not downloadable at the moment but still visible. It may also return if takedown efforts end up being challenged/reversed by that user.

Key Details

Scope: On AO3, all content with work IDs between 1 and 63,200,000 has been targeted. The work ID is the number at the end of a work's URL — for example, in https://archiveofourown.org/works/12345678, 12345678 is the work ID. You can find it by simply opening the work and checking the URL in your browser’s address bar. So, if your work falls in that range and is publicly accessible (i.e., not locked and open to everyone, including guests), it’s mostly likely included in the dataset. This dataset is currently disabled on HuggingFace, but that doesn't mean it's gone. It's only a temporary takedown as of now.

Takedown notices have been issued, but this user has also uploaded the dataset to other sites after backlash and partial removal.

There are talks in the discussion forums of potentially moving this dataset to Telegram, torrents, and/or other private channels.

HuggingFace AO3 dataset page

Other distributed sites listed here (as per a Reddit comment)

Currently deleted from ModelScope

What can you do?

Should the dataset return again and you see that your work was affected: file your own DMCA or copyright takedown notice. The uploader, in their own words, "has not agreed to take down the entire repo. At this time, the scraper has agreed with taking down art from the person who owns the copyright. That means each of you will need to request a takedown."

Instructions and a sample CSV template to list your work IDs for removal are provided in this guide. You can find more details in this announcement by PaperDemon.

Lock your works! It would limit visibility to registered users only, and is a very good step to prevent scraping or unauthorized use. To lock all your works on AO3, go to “My Works,” click “Edit Works,” and select all. Then click “Edit” and check the box labeled “Only show to registered users.” Scroll down and click “Update All Works” to apply the change.

⚠️ | Final Notes:

This user has so far shown no signs of stopping and is continuing to redistribute the data across multiple sites, even after numerous takedown requests (read more here). So, we can only recommend to be cautious and beware, lock your works, feel free to make use of takedown notices if you're unfortunately affected, and spread the word to fellow creators.

Follow up on this and get the latest updated in the Fanfic Communities Network (FCN) Discord Server!

If you have more information regarding this - e.g. if works from other sites are affected too - please reach out to us in the FCN!!

Edit (2025-04-26):

The user who has scraped the works has, upon request by another person, posted a way to convert ao3 json to markdown:

https://huggingface.co/datasets/nyuuzyou/archiveofourown/discussions/170

https://gist.github.com/nyuuzyou/b2f83669ad80a22e435728245ebcdf9f

This shows us that nyuuzyou continues to show no signs of taking down the scraped works.

Edit (2025-04-28):

A user warned that even archive-locked AO3 fics were included in a scraped dataset (most likely taken while the scraper was logged in, before they were banned or switched to public-only access). Some public works were missed as well:

https://huggingface.co/datasets/nyuuzyou/archiveofourown/discussions/213#680fcdb76d9e022324a70cf1

Edit (2025-05-03):

Hey everybody, this is a bit late, but the AO3 dataset has been permanently removed from HuggingFace: https://huggingface.co/datasets/nyuuzyou/archiveofourown. While this unfortunately doesn’t prevent it from being shared elsewhere (like torrents) nor does it guarantee any deletion of past downloads and whatnot, having it taken down from a major platform like HF is still a significant step forward. (There is more info about other sites on PaperDemon.)

So please don’t be disheartened—every action counts, and this shows that pushing back and filing DMCAs and copyright notices as appropriate does make a difference. We’ll certainly keep an eye out for more info and post updates here, but thank you again to everyone who helped report, spread the word, or supported the effort. Keep reading, keep writing. ♥️

#fanfiction #community #discordserver #fanfiction community #theft #ao3 works being stolen #fanfic theft #fanfiction stealing #ao3

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protagaster · 9 months ago

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Part 1 of the Warrior!Penelope Swap AU

Just a heads up, some of the vignettes in this AU will be structured around the songs in the musical, and some will be short stories detailing the events of the Odyssey (like the prequel did)

Credit to Tumblr users @vioofc and @too-much-flynnolium, for their own ideas surrounding their warrior!penelope AUs led to inspiration for mine!

(Cross-Posted on Ao3)

The Horse and the Infant

After 10 years of war, of battle and bloodshed, the Greek army has finally gained the upper hand against the Trojans.

From within her Wooden Horse, Penelope vows to do whatever it takes to end this war once and for all. Whether she is truly up to the task, the Gods will see…

Growing up in Greece, children were taught to beware of Pandora’s Box: though something may appear to be enchanting on the outside, what it hides within could bring devastating consequences.

Penelope was thankful the Trojans did not heed the warnings behind this tale.

The people of Troy underestimated her and her armies, for no greater reason other than the fact the majority of them happened to be women. The Trojns assumed Greece to be in a dire state, for why else would the Greeks have to resort to sending their women to fight in their men’s stead.

As expected, most of her feminine comrades were offended by this notion. Penelope, however, ever so brilliant in all her schemes and plots, saw an opportunity to finally turn the tides of war in their favor.

Everything went according to plan, just as she knew it would.

The Trojans didn’t even think twice when they saw the Greek warships sail away from their land. They assumed Greece’s women soldiers’ to have surrendered. An inevitably, really, seeing as the resilient Patroclus and indestructible Achilles fell only days ago. This left the Trojans cocky, feeling invincible, to the point they did not question the mysterious “gift” left at their gates.

They brought the beautiful wooden horse into the heart of their palace, not knowing their very own “Pandora’s Box” was about to be unleashed upon their formidable city…

Penelope let out a deep, steady breath.

Inside that very same wooden horse, her comrades sat patiently by her side. They squirmed anxiously, their clenched fingers fidgeting on the hilt of their weapons. The eyes of her sisters-in-arms were hungry with scorn, their red and gold armor eager to be stained with Trojan blood.

Penelope looked at each and every woman who had chosen to place their trust in her in a time when morale was exceedingly low. The Queen of Ithaca’s confidence had never been higher.

The night was silent and the atmosphere calm. There would be no perfect moment rather than now.

Penelope stood. In her posture she managed to portray the grace of a queen, the intelligence of an Ithacan, the strength of a Spartan, and the anger of a mother.

Her comrades, women who fought both willingly and not against their society’s expectations to stand by her side, mothers and daughters who were forced to part with their families and futures over the course of 9 years, they gazed up at their Captain with only the highest of respect and admiration in their eyes.

After all, it was only with her leadership that they had all managed to survive up to this point.

Penelope held her head high, addressing her comrades, her friends, her sisters.

“Alright my sisters, listen closely.” She spoke to them in a hush but commanding voice. “Tonight, we make the Trojans pay.”

Penelope gestured to the war map on the wooden floor, one that was first created by the King of Ithaca himself, of which his queen had spent years carefully and painstakingly adding onto to ensure its complete accuracy of the enemy grounds. .

“These years of war have killed us slowly, but now we'll be the ones who slay!”

Penelope’s eyes dulled in the middle of her speech, her mind momentarily retreating into its most sacred place: home. An olive tree bed.

“Think of your husbands and your children!”

Almost all the women grew angry, recalling with vivid memory how many of their spouses were now permanently maimed and broken because of the Trojans, how their children were forced to grow and mature without their mothers, all because of this damn war.

“Your families wonder where you've been! They're growing old and yet you're still here,”

Penelope couldn’t help but look at her hair, not as dark or vibrant as it once was 9 years ago. She couldn’t allow this war to go on for another decade. Not after so much time has been lost already.

“Do what I say and you'll see them again!”

“Yes ma’am!”

The women snuck out of the wooden horse, moving with as much quiet and stealth as they were physically able. Each soldier remembered her role, of what Penelope had ordered of them.

“Aegiale will lead the charge!”

“Clytemnestra will flank the guards!”

“Helen of Sparta will let our mates through the gates to take the whole city at large!”

“Eune will shoot any ambush attack,”

“And little Glauca will stay back!”

“Eury, free Menelaus and the others!”

“Hermy, avenge your father, kill Hector's home and brothers!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Penelope watched from the shadows, beaming with pride at the success of her army.

Her plan was coming to a monumental success. The Trojan warriors, men trained in the art of combat from the moment they could walk, were being hunted from the shadows, one by one, as if they were nothing more but lambs for the slaughter.

Slowly but surely, less and less guards roamed the stone halls, their bodies now lying against each other in a hidden corner of the palace. The palace walls, once an elegant and expensive marble white, were now stained with the vibrant stains of war-front red.

Troy was now vulnerable.

“Find that inner strength now, use that well of pride!” Penelope reminded her sisters. “Fight through every pain now, ask yourself inside: What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

Every woman reminded herself of why it was she fought, their answers different but ranging deep within themselves.

“What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

Penelope crouched near the horse's hidden exit, one hand positioned strategically over the hilt of her signature spear. She prepared herself to jump out, ready to join the others in their assault, but paused at the last second.

Penelope’s mind rang from her own question, though her own answer was quick to fill her thoughts.

Penelope took a moment to stare down at the helmet she held in her other hand. It was made special, just for her, with a metal said to be difficult to procure but inherently indestructible. She remembered when it was given to her, only a day before she was forced to leave her home.

She could never forget the tearful gaze, apologetic and filled with love, of the man who gifted her this helmet.

Oh how she missed him.

“Odysseus…”

How she longed to see those intelligent brown and silver eyes once again.

“Odysseus…”

She couldn’t help but recall one of her most favorite memories of him, the time those eyes beamed with pride as they fondly looked down at the very symbol of their love.

“And Telemachas…”

Her baby girl, whom she had only known for a single year. What did her baby look like now, 9 years later?

“I fight for us…”

This was for them.

“I fight for us!”

Fighting in this war, aiding her cousin, empowering her fellow woman, following the whim of the Heavens themselves. All of it was for them!

Not for Greece. Not for the Gods. Not even for her.

For them.

What do you live for?

“Odysseus.” Penelope whispered to herself.

What do you try for?

“Telemachas.” Penelope stared at her reflection from the helmet’s surface.

What do you wish for?

“I'm on my way,” Penelope placed the helmet over her head, finally taking hold of the very spear that started her down this path.

What do you fight for?

She was going to end this.

Now.

“Attack!”

The Greek army made themselves known when they jumped out for the shadows, startling the Trojan warriors unlucky enough to be missed during their secret infiltration of the palace.

Penelope and the others wasted no time inflicting their carnage upon the once untouchable Kingdom. The Trojans were startled at first, raking their desperate minds to try and figure out how their indomitable palace could have been so easily infiltrated.

Despite their frenzy of thoughts, it did not take long for the guards to ready themselves. They were determined to keep their Kingdom from being painted with even more of that familiar battlefield red.

But it was all for naught.

It did not matter that the Trojan warriors were male. It did not matter that they were bigger, stronger, and therefore more durable than their female counterparts.

For the Trojan soldiers fought to maim, whilst the Greek soldiers fought to kill.

Every night for the past nine years, so many of these women recalled through nightmares how they were forced to watch their husbands leave, only to return one year later with their bodies shattered and spirits broken. They recalled that feeling of loathing and helplessness, unable to even think about avenging their men until permitted by the desperate Gods.

They remembered the shame on their husbands’ faces for not being able to protect them from fighting in their stead, remembered how their children cried and pleaded for them to stay, for the younglings were unable to bear the thought of both parents being destroyed by the war.

No. Troy had every chance to end this war. Now they suffer just as Greece has, for even the Gods have sealed the kingdom’s fate.

Tonight, Troy will die.

Penelope, having snuck inside the main court of the palace, speared the throat of one of the Trojan guards attempting to slice the back of one of her girls.

There was only a small army of them within that finite space, both Trojan and Greek alike. The majority of the Greeks fought at the gates of the palace, keeping their adversaries from storming the vicinity.

The warriors fighting by Penelope’s side, only her most trusted sisters-in-arms, worked together to keep themselves and each other alive. Using their many hours of intense training, innate battle prowess, and the blessings bestowed upon them by Ares and Artemis, the women had achieved what was previously thought to be impossible: gaining the upper hand against the Trojan men.

Bodies littered the dance floor of battle, all of them of Troy. Through Penelope’s strategy, not a single Greek had fallen.

However, as she speared and cut down her enemies, Penelope couldn’t help but notice the Trojan soldiers began fighting sporadically. Something about their movements seemed…off. It was as if they were desperate to keep her and her comrades from infiltrating the palace any further.

But why?

Suddenly and out of nowhere, Penelope felt a sharp sting to the back of her head.

“Ahh!” She collapsed to her knees, rubbing her head to try and find some relief from the dimming pain. “Who was that?!”

Quick to recover from her bound of shock, Penelope threw herself back to her feet and gripped the hilt of her spear. She was prepared to defend herself against the Trojan foolish enough to strike her.

What her eyes fell upon, however, was not one of the large and daunting men of Troy.

It was a peahen.

However, Penelope knew right away this was no ordinary peahen.

She was not a modest brown like the rest of her peahen kin. No, this one’s feathers were bursting with the vibrant blue and green shades so often seen and associated with her male equivalents. The feathers atop her head had the appearance of a crown, her eyes glowing an eerie white and gold hue.

Somehow, against all logical sense, Penelope found herself more fearful of this fowl than she had ever felt against the Trojan armies.

“A vision…” A voice suddenly echoed in Peneleope’s mind, one that was feminine, deep, and so full of overwhelming power.

Right away, Penelope knew instantly that the voice was coming from the Peahen. She spoke the same way Penelope herself would when sitting upon her throne, addressing her loyal subjects.

“Of what is to come, cannot be outrun. Can only be dealt with right here and now…”

At that moment, Penelope realized the true identity of the mysterious peahen.

Hera.

Queen of the Gods.

Mother of the Heavens.

“Tell me how.” Penelope asked of the great queen.

“I don't think you're ready…”

The peahen was honest with the mortal queen, yet continued with her divine declaration.

“A mission. To kill someone's son, a foe who won't run, unlike anyone you have faced before…”

The peahen walked with grace in every step as she spoke, silently beckoning the mortal to follow. The disguised Goddess led the Greek to a secret staircase, the very thing the Trojan were trying to hide.

Penelope instantly understood what the God-Queen was commanding of her.

“Say no more!” Penelope ran up the stairs, confidently holding her spear in anticipation. “I know that I'm ready!”

“I don't think you're ready…”

Penelope pushed the double doors at the end of the stairs open, eager for her spear-point to make contact with Trojan flesh and to finally end this damn war once and for all.

She would not have been surprised to see a bulking man waiting for her behind those doors. After everything she’s gone through in the past 9 years, Penelope genuinely thought herself to be immune to the kind of surprises the Gods could think to throw at her.

Unfortunately, the Gods never did follow the whims of the mortals they ruled over.

There was no man standing behind those doors. In fact, no one stood behind them at all.

There was only a cradle.

Penelope’s eyes widened.

‘What…?’

Unconsciously dropping her spear, she walked over to look inside the beautiful blue bassinet.

There he was. Not a cruel man filled with the sin that came with living a conscious life, but a babe. Innocent, pure, sleeping with not a worry in the world.

“It's just an infant…” Penelope couldn’t help but hold her hand out, stroking the child’s untainted cheek. “It's just a boy…”

The baby leaned into the warm hand caressing his cheek. He recognized the hand of a mother.

“What sort of imminent threat does he pose that I cannot avoid?”

The peahen, perched on the ledge of the window in front of the babe’s cradle, spread her wings and flew into the sky.

“This is the son of none other than Troy's very own Prince Hector!”

Clouds began to surround the flying peahen. They wrapped themselves around her, slowly covering the beautiful bird in foggy, white mist. Within seconds the peahen disappeared. In place of where she once hovered now stood a perfectly shaped mass of clouds formed into the appearance of a tall, beautiful, regal woman.

Commanding the clouds around her with a flick of her wrist, the woman shaped one of them into a tiny baby. The cloud-baby morphed, transforming into the figure of a large and daunting adult man.

“Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger! One fueled with rage as you're consumed by age…“

The cloud-man brandished a large and misty sword, slicing at smaller clouds shaped into a crowd of defenseless people.

“If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save!”

Hera commanded her clouds to begin filling the room, surrounding Penelope and the cradle at every viewpoint. She modeled the clouds into the form of a very beautiful, very comforting, very familiar man.

“You can say goodbye to-”

Penelope’s eyes widened, staring at the face of the man she’d long to see for the past nine years. The man whose life she cherished far more than her own.

Odysseus…

This cloud-Odysseus, more detailed than any of the other cloud creations Hera had created, stared longingly at the Greek woman reeking of blood. He smiled, that oh-so familiar and beautiful smile she had wanted nothing more than to see for over a decade.

“You can say goodbye to-”

Odysseus…

The cloud-Odysseus gazed down at the baby in the cradle. There was this look in his eyes, this immediate fondness, coupled with a desire to cherish and protect.

Penelope knew this look well, for it could only be known by a fellow parent...

No!

Penelope couldn’t do this. She is a mother! Her role in life was to treasure and protect children, not discard and kill them!

“I could raise him as my own!”

“He will burn your house and throne.”

No…

No!

Penelope can find a way!

“Or send him far away from home!”

“He'll find you wherever you go.”

There has to be another way!

“Make sure his past is never known!”

“The gods will make him know.”

Why is Hera doing this? Why can’t she understand!? Penelope she–she just can’t do this!

The mortal threw herself down, bowing before Hera in a desperate final plea.

“I'd rather bleed for ya, Down on my knees for ya-”

“He's bringing you down on your knees…”

The Queen of Ithaca couldn’t hear herself, the Queen of the Gods overpowering everything inside her. Thoughts, voice, spirit, it did not matter.

“I'm begging please-”

“Oh, this is the will of the gods!”

Hera’s voice boomed. Commanding. Declaring. Inevitable.

Penelope could only shake her head, slowly and in disbelief. Her chest felt heavy and constricting, making every breath a difficult and pained one.

…how…

“Please don't make me do this…”

How could she be expected to do this? Something so evil, so cruel?

Something so–so…

Monstrous?

“Don't make me do this…”

Penelope didn't know when she began to weep, only coming to the realization when her tears splattered on the cold, hard ground.

Without warning, Penelope felt a hand being placed atop her bowed head. She expected the hand to be heavy with pressure, a force that reminded Penelope of her place and who it was that stood before her. It would make the most sense, given the Goddess reputation among the mortals she oversaw.

But, to Penelope’s surprise, she quickly realized this hand was not a stern one. It was gentle, with the fingers even lightly stroking Penelope’s curls in an almost…sympathetic manner. This hand, once commanding and brimming with devastating power, now offered an ironic sense of comfort.

From one who was also a queen.

A soldier.

A wife.

A mother.

“The blood on your hands is something you won't lose…”

The sensation of the hand’s presence on her head slowly began to disappear, along with the many clouds surrounding Penelope’s person.

The cloud-Odysseus, whose eyes Penelope couldn’t bear to meet, took hold of her chin. This hand, as large, calloused, and scarred as she remembered it, held her with a firm gentleness she knew was reserved only for her. He tilted her head up, compelling her to meet his gaze.

Again, Penelope recognized the look he was giving her. It was the same one he always gave her: eyes filled with a warm and comforting love, filled to the brim with pure adoration. Some may even call it worship.

“All you can choose is whose…”

The cloud-Odysseus faded away, still gazing at her with those eyes until he was fully gone with the wind.

Would the real Odysseus continue to look at her that way, knowing what she was about to do?

Penelope waited.

…

Nothing.

Hera’s presence was no more.

All that was left was Penelope, blood-soaked and guilt-ridden, and the baby, still sleeping with not a worry in the world.

Penelope said nothing. She could only stare at the boy, the very symbol of innocence before it was tarnished.

Slowly, soundlessly, Penelope picked the boy up. She cradled him gently in her arms, similar to the way she held her own baby after bringing her into the world. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

Then, without a word, Penelope made her way to the roof of the palace.

#epic the musical #the odyssey #swap au #warrior!penelope #penelope of ithaca #hera #odysseus x penelope #the horse and the infant #canon divergent au #canon rewrite #canon compliant #my fic

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decayedsword · 29 days ago

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decayedsword's request board.

hey! i'm user decayedsword and i write a lot, usually about ronin from killer chat. feel free to send requests; i do both full-fics and bullet form. my works range from 200-2000 words depending on that.

i may refuse to do them if i simply do not want to; but you may go absolutely wild with your requests :]

masterlist..

1. Boys Beware (Electric Guitarist Ronin x Criminal Investigator Reader)

2. Take Your Shirt Off (and spin it around) - streamer Ronin

3. A Short Poem (Ronin x Reader - Religious References)

4. Saccharine and Sweet (Ronin x Reader play Stardew Valley)

5. Devilish (Ronin x Reader who has killed someone in the past)

6. Drawing of Darkness (Ronin x Artist!Reader)

7. Artistry (Thernin x Artist!Reader)

8. Blood Loss (Ronin x Reader with Iron Deficiency)

9. A Not-So Hollow Halloween (Ronin x Reader as JD and Veronica on Halloween)

and a lot more to come. i also post my works on ao3 under the user rottenvamp. :)

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anitalianfrie · 6 months ago

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So. You once believed tumblr to be your safe space, your archive, your goldmine. Instead, thanks to "unforseen" circumstances (fuck you dorna), you now fear for the safety and integrity of your blog and you want to know if there's a quick way to download a lot of posts without having to do it manually (I spent half an hour yesterday doing it. Do not recommend)

Fret not my child, and welcome to

How to save the posts under a whole tag in five easy steps!

Needed preface: while this method works great for images, videos, and gifs, the same thing cannot be said for text post, which will be saved in unreadable html. I mean, you can always feed the file to a compiler, I guess. Or painstakingly copy paste everything on word. Maybe it could work on ao3 too, actually, I should check.

ANYWAYS.

Step 1: go here, and download the zip file. Once you've done it, extract it, open it, and run the program, that inside the folder will look like

this. (the one in the centre. so that we're all on the same page)

Step 2: once you've done it, you'll run to me saying "cate anitalianfrie, this graphic interface looks like a relic from the nineties!" to which I'll answer, yes, but it works and that's all that matters. Then, you'll open the settings (gear on the botton right of the page) , go to the page named "blog" and where you see the option "tags" put the tag you want to download the content from.

(it's located in the bottom right section of the page)

the space will be blank. put the tag without the "#", and with the spaces.

if you want to download from more than one tag at a time, you can! just beware that it's not an intersection of the two tags (aka: not downloading the post that have both tags) but a union (aka: WILL download posts with one, the other or both tags). if that's still fine by you, put a "," between a tag and the other (ex: "my gif, cate.txt").

SAVE BEFORE CLOSING THE SETTINGS

Step 3(optional): the program automatically saves in the folder blog inside the folder your program is in. if you wish to change this, go to the "general" page of the setting. at the top, you'll see this:

go to browse and select the floder you want to put your posts in. (ps. obviously your download location will be different than mine. i've already changed it. the standard would have been C:\User\your_username\wherever_you_extracted_the_zip\Blogs)

SAVE BEFORE CLOSING THE SETTINGS

Step 4: past the link of your blog as https://www.your_blog_name.tumblr.com or https://www.tumblr.com/your_blog_name (ex: https://www.anitalianfrie.tumblr.com, https://www.tumblr.com/anitalianfrie) in the little space down on the left,

and press "add blog" on its right

Step 5: click two times on the blog (it now should be at the top of the page) and click "download"

And voilà you're all set! Wait for the machine to finish the crawl and enjoy your newly downloaded content

#backup #from the great request of like. three people. i proudly present you: my shitty tutorial

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fisheito · 6 months ago

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FISHIE'S NUCA RECS (ongoing!)

⚠ many are locked, so it's best to view while logged into your ao3! ⚠ ❗ yeah, this list is yakumo-centric. there are some exceptions, but... generally, beware of snakes. https://archiveofourown.org/users/fisheito/collections Fics divided into subcollections under that big collection ⬆ :

Polyclan Plot (porn optional) here's the plot-heavier stuff often involving more than 2 clan members. sometimes porn. sometimes crying. sometimes both?

pwp or p with a bit of p pornzone. anything from [quick n dirty] to [Grand Character Explorations Resulting in Boinkery]. i kept most yakuei porn out of this collection because otherwise, it would overwhelm it 🤣

*peers inside the box* no boinking?!? mishmash of fic that doesn't necesssarrrrillly have explicit sex "on-screen". range of moods included from fluff to hurt/comfort. Doesn't include yakuei-centric fic for the same reason as above. 😅

big ol sloshing bucket of yakuei it's yakuei. it's got the porn AND the Not. it must be contained within this bucket so as not to overpopulate the other collections.

bottom yakumo reading list pretty much the same as the list i have on tumblr. it's bottom OR not-explicitly-top subby yakumo. love to see that the number of fic in here has hit double digits. we're doing great out here

feesh purgatory fic i haven't finished reading, and fic that i found interesting, but not sure i would re-read as much as the others. that's purgatory, baybeee!!

#i am reading words and acting in ways #i have done my first survey into the uhhhhh english section of all fics with yakumo in it #i'm sure i've missed some. but that's why it's ongoing. i shall continue to add as i go #i knOW i'm missing out on a lot by not venturing into the other character pages #in the few recs that don't involve yakumo #i'm just like. bruh. i like this. how come i don't read more of this? how come i don't read it until someone THROWS IT into my face??#like the one where karu tops kuya. wolfboy incorporated had to slam that into my face via Dashboard and lo and behold. i very much enjoyed

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iamheretoyell · 21 days ago

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An Intro:

| He/They | ♈︎ | mid 20s loser |

Um howdy, I'm memberment and currently acting like a loser over South Park, Homestuck, Moral Orel, and anything horror movie related. I'm also stuck in the orbit of someone else's roller coaster special interest so there's that. I write a copious amount of fanfiction to cope with uni being terrible and being stuck in the US.

This blog is dedicated to my almost-delusions, rambles, and fic updates. I don't have a tag guide as I've never seen the point in one or actually tagging anything but people are showing up here so that's likely going to change as I write and scream more than I do just about anything else.

Um I don't have a DNI list because I don't really care. Just don't be gross. Oh and if you support censorship we're not cool. Okay actually DNI if you support censorship. (Excuse me I'm writing this as I go.)

I would tag all my published fics but we'd literally be here for like a whole business week so I'm just gonna drop my ao3 and whatnot below.

AO3: memberment

Twitter: memberment

Instagram that I don't and probably will never actually use: men.berment (I'm still thrown that memberment was taken)

Other Blogs: memberment, membermentmania, trinitarianism

Asks are encouraged because I do love to yap. Please ask me about fics or what I'm doing in school (it's boring but it forces me to talk about what I'm learning so I don't forget and seven week semesters fucking suck guys fr) or literally anything else I honestly don't care.

Anyways, here's my ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/memberment/works

*Warning, just like on there, which I'm assuming you found me from, I genuinely don't shut the fuck up on here unless I'm having an episode, on a quest, or sleeping so buyer beware I guess????

Tag Guide:

#membermentfics — exactly what you think it is

#cssadventures — making a tag specifically for this project as it is huge, not done, and will not be done for a bit as I am taking a break

#trin — this is all Trinitarians related stuff

#membermentsfridge — ok I make one art every like, six business years, but people make me art sometimes so fuck it we're getting a tag for it bc I just wanna put them all on my fridge and cry about it

#remsdrinkworld — this one's more for myself as I am a drink ho and wanted somewhere to put all my drink recipes so I don't lose them but feel free to be nosy

*Guys I'm putting my for office use shit below because I genuinely cannot keep track of what's what at the current moment in time and I want it pinned somewhere LMAO

WIPS:

Bound

After the Silence

CSS Adventures

Grave Encounters

Keep Looking

Trin

HellPark!

The Office/The Games

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kaelleid · 5 months ago

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Little PSA to the Izzy Hands fandom, there's a user named Krill Collins in the fandom who's been scamming and owes multiple people money/items. He has a pattern of offering to take money in order to pick things up for people at conventions, and then not sending them the items they paid for, among other things. Not sure if he's on tumblr, but he is on twitter/bluesky/ao3. Context here and in the quotes. Please beware!

#fandom wank #fandom #also less severely but perhaps more fandom relevant #it sounds like they've signed up for multiple fandom events and exchanges and then ghost when they get their gift #so if you're hosting an event and he's in it please be cautious

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hrtst4r · 7 months ago

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Uhm I may or may not written a TOBIMILO FANFIC.. beware it is dooky and I’m not even trying to use reverse psychology or tv it just lowkey it’s not something I’m to proud of I just idk wanted to write ig, it’s on wattpad and ao3 so pick your poison ig idk byeeeee

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/61066504">A project (a very ordinary tobimelo fic)</a> (3353 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/HRT_ST4R">HRT_ST4R</a> Chapters: 4/? Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Ghost%20Eyes%20(Webcomic)">Ghost Eyes (Webcomic)</a> Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carmelo DeMonte/Tobias Schneien Characters: Tobias Schneien, Carmelo DeMonte, Rudolph Richardson, Emilio Murkmere, carmelo mom Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Mild Smut, Eventual Smut, Out of Character, Sexuality Crisis, tobimelo, Tags May Change, tobias is sometimes oblivious, First ghost eyes fic, no beta we die like mattias, Headcanon, Mentioned Gregory Summary: A bit after the field trip, there's a project that teams up tobias and Carmelo, their forced to work together if they want a good grade and along the way they develop and discover their feelings for eachother, they learn to grow and love each other with some (a lot) of hiccups but they will get through itOr a very basic tobimelo centered fic with a basic plot

#haha #what do i tag this #ghost eyes #ghost eyes webcomic #carmelo demonte #fanfic #tobias schneien #tobimilo #writers on tumblr #professional yapper #mcp #ghost eyes webtoon

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nandysparadox · 6 months ago

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The State of Dreaming, Ch.5: Starring Role

Photo by Natalia Y. via Unsplash.

“It almost feels like a joke to play a part / When you are not a starring role, in someone else's heart” - Starring Role, MARINA

Previous - Starring Role - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Rated T - CW: swearing, imprisonment, non-consensual touching (on part of the vines), blood mention - WC: 4268

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Page 25, paragraph 3. He flipped through the book pages, looking through the numbered corners — repeating the information in his head as he searched.

Logan pinned his finger down just as he landed on the right page.

‘Magical artifacts can have varying properties depending on intent. They could be cursed just as they could be enchanted. While there are also, of course, the objects which are of legend, which can straddle such categories.’

Logan furrowed his brow and glanced towards the books piled on his desk. He’d already exhausted the ones about enchantments or curses — which weren’t few, mind you. He hadn’t expected a library in the imagination to be so extensive, though he supposed he took Roman’s attention to detail for granted. He rarely did anything by halves.

The works filled the shelves and contained information from anything about magic to native plants to beasts. All that was so unfamiliar to Logan’s role categorized in meticulous guides and descriptions. It was… strange.

Logan tended to avoid this sort of fantastical make-believe. As he'd done, since they stepped into the Imagination. But, reading all Roman had to say about it — and undoubtedly, Roman was the one who wrote it all, which sounded like an absurdly tall order for a single side — it seemed fascinating.

Curiosity certainly wasn’t foreign to Logan. He’d even say it was an integral part of his role, as the side that championed Thomas’ learning – though it had always been directed towards the real world. Despite that, he found Roman had a way of stitching what was real and with the imaginative that, for lack of a better word, was intriguing. Logan didn’t know what to do with that feeling.

Although, he did have to say Roman’s organizational system was lacking. As in, he had none. When they found him, Logan would have to recommend some sort of index.

Turning his attention back to the search, he turned to peek at the stack of books he hadn’t yet read. Logan supposed another one speaking about artifacts of legend would be a good guess.

He reached for the fifth volume, laying it open on the table of contents. A later item caught his attention as he scanned through the list and he paused.

“The tracker mirror. Page 121.” It wouldn’t be the first, and likely not the last, mirror artifact he’d read about, but he couldn’t help but hope as he turned to the page in question.

The text was formatted around a drawing, positioned right in its center. A handheld mirror, its handle painted in golden watercolors.

‘The tracker mirror — Enchanted to reflect the whereabouts of any object or person the user wants to locate.’

Well, if that wasn’t the one the Fairy Godmother hoped they found, it surely wouldn’t hurt to have some sort of direction for the other items. Logan reached into his satchel and pulled out his journal so he could note it down.

"Guarded by the three women of the lake, the mirror can be found in the bottom of Tillrose Lake, in the heart of the Winterhill Woods. Such a lake is known to be hidden away in the depths of the forest, which houses the most unusual creatures and is reported to twist adventurers around. Beware.”

“The three women of the lake,” Logan muttered as he wrote. Hopefully they’d be open to trading, otherwise he wasn’t sure how well they’d fare in a fight.

After finishing his notes, Logan gathered the books he wanted to bring along and checked them out at the librarian’s desk. Unlike the other figments he’d met along the way, they didn’t seem like the type for small talk. Logan was thankful for that. He needed to get this information to the other sides as quickly as possible.

As he began pushing books into the satchel, he lingered on the thought of them. Logan doubted the others found something, with such a lackluster strategy. He’d be surprised if they did something other than sight-seeing. Not that he believed that they would be of no help, but surely if they followed some kind of plan—

Logan stumbled as his hand went right through the bag, right up to his elbow. He pulled it out warily. The satchel showed no changes to appearance or weight, despite the many books it held. Raising an eyebrow, Logan slowly pushed his hand back in. A quick inspection showed the interior fit way more than what should be possible.

Some sort of portal, perhaps? Before he could wonder any further, the creak of a chair being dragged against the floor startled him. A figment rushed by, a mess of scrolls rolled in their arms. Logan glanced to where they’d been sitting and resisted the urge to sigh.

Books and scrolls and feathers piled up in the desk in a total state of disarray. Was it too difficult to clean up before leaving or were they just trying to make the librarians job harder? Were he not in such a tight schedule, Logan would’ve walked over to organize it himself. Honestly, they even forgot their own bag—

Logan paused.

Their bright yellow bag. Yellow as corn.

He fidgeted with the strap of their satchel for a moment and considered his options as he surreptitiously approached the desk. If anything matched Fairy Godmothers’ description, it was that bag. And the owner didn’t seem to be coming back any time soon. Patton surely wouldn’t approve, but their current circumstance was out of the ordinary.

Logan chewed the inside of his lip. No time to dawdle, they needed to find Roman.

He snatched the bag and tucked it under his cloak.

— . —

As it turned out, being stuck in a tower was a total bore.

It had been a few hours and somehow Roman had already run out of things to do. After breakfast, a flock of birds flew by the window and he took the opportunity to sing with them until his voice was hoarse. The vines brought him lunch and then drew him a bath. And now he stood in the middle of the room in a bathrobe, his arms crossed as he thought through his options.

“Ugh, what do princesses even do in towers all day?!” Roman whined. He had a new sympathy for Rapunzel — years of this had to be maddening.

With a sigh, Roman lay onto the fainting couch by the second window. Extraordinarily placed for his dramatics, which he could appreciate. He checked his nails, and then frowned.

He didn’t even notice he’d chipped one of them. Groaning, Roman got back on his feet. There should be a file around somewhere.

He headed to the vanity, and paused when he noticed that it was no longer there. In its place, a huge oval mirror hung on the wall, surrounded by red curtains. He winced when saw his reflection; dark circles shadowed his eyes now that he’d washed the make-up off. He reached out to touch the mirror. Maybe it was just the contrast, he could’ve sworn they weren’t that dark before.

Just as he rested his palm against the glass, a burst of dark green and blue shimmered across its surface. Roman stumbled in shock. If he looked closely, he could make out the faint silhouette of a mask.

“No magic mirror?” He remembered Virgil chuckling the first time he’d gone into Roman’s room for a Disney marathon.

“I don’t need one,” Roman had said, with laughter on his lips and a smile that was a bit too tight. “Any mirror is magic if it can capture my beauty.”

It wasn’t something odd for Virgil to ask. It was classic Roman behavior, after all. A massive mirror enchanted to answer whatever he wanted.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

Roman knew the answer. Perhaps that’s why he’d never ask.

He pulled the curtains before he could even think of it. Stepping away from the covered mirror and allowing the vines to pull him into a new outfit

— . —

Getting dressed hadn’t really helped with the boredom. Nor had filing his nails.

He had lay down after getting ready — although that just meant he tossed and turned in his bed for half an hour. Or 15 minutes, he wasn’t counting. Even miraculously soft as the mattress was, sleep hadn’t come any easier. Perhaps it was the light. Roman wasn’t one for mid-day naps, anyway. He sat up with a groan, bringing his knees to his chest.

The vines bothered him less now that he’d settled, acting more like overexcited puppies if anything, but Roman was still acutely aware they could rise up at any moment. That put a damper on most escape plans by default. He couldn’t summon anything, and items could pop in and out of the tower on a whim.

A cup of tea when he barely registered he was craving it. A brush just as he reached for one. All things that he didn’t even know he needed. He supposed he could trick the tower about his intentions to collect some things… but then again, who’s to say that’d go anywhere when the vines could so easily stop him.

Roman pressed his cheek to his knees, stealing a glance at the window. The soft afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass. Time passed differently in the imagination, of course, but if he was gone for too long who knows what could happen to Thomas.

The reality of his situation settled as a hollow pit on his stomach. He curled up on himself. If he spent a moment long thinking about it he’d go mad with worry. He eyed the vines out of the corner of his vision.

“Can’t you give me a distraction?” he sniped. “Something to do, at least?”

Ask and you shall receive. The vines pulled him up to his feet in a second, and before he could even blink, Roman found himself sitting on a little bench in the middle of he room.

In front of him, an easel — right along with a set of brushes and paints. He bristled on instinct. The canvas, blank and taunting, rang as an accusation.

Roman hovered his hand above a wide brush, before finally picking it up. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t been avoiding his artistic hobbies. Even the ones he did recreationally, like painting. Despite the lack of a looming deadline or expectations, it felt too… daunting.

He layered a light blue onto the canvas, and that was easy enough. With a deep breath, Roman went about sketching out a scenery — trees in the background, billowing clouds.

That was supposed to be the part where he shed his inhibitions, and made a masterpiece he’d be proud of. But Roman knew the story rarely went that way for him. Oh, he could start. He could feel the edge of an idea crop up. But each brushstroke dragged across the painting, as if lead weight were tied to his wrists. Maybe it was the fear of being too honest, or the knowledge that every piece of his work would be torn down and scrutinized down to the last detail.

Or maybe it was just being aware that this was his role — and if he failed at this too, well, there wasn’t much left.

Little by little, the palette became a muddy mess of mixed colors. He blinked. The painting took shape and he barely even noticed. Roman cocked his head to the side, squinting. It looked… good. So far. And despite the aching in his chest, maybe… pushing through worked.

“Huh,” he said, “Logan might’ve been right, after all.”

Switching between brushes, he began to detail the foundation he'd layed out, working on the values to make sure the picture was clear. Logan always ragged on him for his perfectionism. Which, in Roman’s opinion, was rich coming from him, but he did have a point — as per usual.

He could get caught up in small things. He did it often enough. Roman was a lot of things — romance, passion, creativity, the ego, hopes and dreams — and therein laid the problem, right? Wanting and hoping and dreaming higher than they could reach.

His work, it couldn’t just be good. It had to be the best.

Roman sketched a figure in the middle of the painting before he could even register it.

How selfish of him, to raise expectations they’d never meet, to want things they can’t have.

Clenching his teeth, he painted the clothes — white and gold and a deep scarlet sash.

Because he knew. Deep down, he knew he could put his soul into his work and it still wouldn’t be enough. He could tear his heart open and splay the vulnerable parts of himself into a bloody mess on the canvas and it would still be too bland, cliché, uninspired.

Reaching for the palette, he shoved his brush into red paint.

He thought he only had to dig deeper, try harder.

His breath picked up as he slashed the color around the center of the painting, and so did his heartbeat. Red splattered against the canvas until droplets fell onto his hand. Roman felt it — on his skin and as it stained his drawn counterpart; tainting any white that was there before. He mixed colors without the care to clean up in between.

Maybe the problem was just him.

Silver paint. A dagger craved right onto his chest.

The bristles never reached the fabric. A vine wove around his wrist tight enough to bruise.

The piercing feeling on his chest didn’t fade, even as his hands moved without his say. He kept on painting. His thoughts stuck between the blade that never was and the feeling of thorns that scratched just near his skin.

When they finally released his wrist, his brush clattered to the ground. Roman stayed stock still as he stared at the finished painting.

One of his best works, technically. Idyllic lighting that immersed you into the scenery, good composition, focused values that led your eyes right toward the focal point.

Roman himself, right in the center of the painting. A wide smile across his lips, and a bouquet of roses against his chest.

It looked right out of a Kinkade collection. The sort of thing people loved to see in the back of a puzzle box.

The pit in Roman’s stomach turned hollow, and when the vines ushered him out of the chair he went without protest.

One of them brushed against his waist. He flinched and straightened his posture. When they gave him the painting, he couldn’t stand to look at it too close.

He got the inspiration he looked for, didn’t he? He should be happy.

“Wow!” Roman said, to no one at all but the vines that kept him there. He gripped the frame so hard he could’ve chipped it. “Maybe I have an understated talent for landscapes, shall we put it up on the wall?”

He smiled as he handed it to them.

The vines slithered to do just so, and as he trailed behind them, Roman sneaked a glance to his wrist.

The lack of marks taunted him. Maybe they hadn’t really squeezed as hard as he’d imagined.

— . —

“This market is so boring. Where’s the blood?” whined Remus.

Patton smiled, scratching the top of Remus’ head from where he peeked out of the scarf. Remus hadn’t lost a touch of his usual humor, but it was pretty hard to be scared when he was in such a cute little mouse form! Showing just that, he chirped and shimmied, and Patton had to resist the urge to squeal.

Mouse or not, Remus could and probably would still bite his finger off for it.

“We’ll get blood on the way back,” Janus said, with the exact tone of a parent who had no plans to do that. Patton laughed.

Their split-up plan had ended up being a bit of a bust. Since Logan had gone off on his own, they didn’t form pairs after all, deciding to search as a group instead. Patton had to admit he was a little…relieved. Not about Logan disappearing, of course not, and it wasn’t that pairing with Virgil would’ve been bad! It was just… Virgil hadn’t been keen to spend any time with him lately, and the tension only grew when they were alone. Even though Patton wished to reach out, the fear of being pushed away for good was overwhelming.

Virgil wasn’t happy with him, he hadn’t been for some time, but it had been manageable. They were friends after all, best friends. But now that Janus and their past was added to the mix? The cracks spread far too quickly for Patton to mend them.

He let his eyes trail Janus’ way. The other walked only a few steps ahead of him, batting away the oversized feather in his cap that kept falling over his eyes. Much like a kitten. Patton stifled a smile.

Janus would talk his ear off for that comparison.

And still, no matter the warning, Patton just wouldn’t be able to shut him out, would he?

He wasn’t naive, despite what it might seem. Patton knew Janus liked to string up every word in tangled threads of meaning, that his intentions were often muddy. But he couldn't help but think, if he’d listened to Janus before, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten everything so… wrong.

He shook that thought away. Now, that wasn’t the point at all. The important thing was, they were back at the market — this time to search through the many rows of booths and sellers. He had a feeling they’d have a good shot there, after all, with so many goods for sale, one of them had to be what they were looking for!

…Okay, maybe that was a touch too optimistic, but even still, he kept an eye on each and every booth.

The bell as white as milk, the gem as red as blood, the bag as yellow as corn, the mirror as pure as gold, he sang in his head.

Vendors showed off their products with proud smiles and promises even Patton thought were too good to be true. He had to fight getting roped into small talk. He shouldn’t lose focus, but that became a bit difficult not to when all the items were just so magical.

After the regular farmer's market produce, more unique shops popped up. Colorful potions, shiny crowns and wands, one stall even had items from classic fairy tales! Spun gold, mirrors and apples, a spinning wheel… though the most eye-catching one was right in front of him. Beautiful, delicate little glass slippers! Patton couldn’t help but stare at awe. Roman really did go all out!

“D’ya think they cleaned the blood off of that?” Remus sneered, startling Patton. He’d almost forgotten he was still burrowed in his scarf.

“Huh?”

Remus squeaked in laughter, looking up at Patton with a mischievous twinkle in his little beady eyes.

“In the Brothers’ Grimm version the step-sisters cut off their toes to fit into the slippers! That happens in Into The Woods too, there’s even a song about it, remember?”

Patton grimaced, which seemed to be exactly the reaction Remus wanted. He knew that, but he didn’t need the mental image!

“It’s gold slippers in those,” Janus cut in, “Not glass.”

“Ugh, you’re such a party pooper.”

Janus rolled his eyes, sharing a look of amusement with Patton before they went right back to searching.

If he were to be honest, his hope began to run a little thin after some time. They passed through row after row of the market without finding even a minor clue! At that rate, how would they find Roman? Patton bit his lip.

He’d tried to give him some space after the wedding disaster, so they hadn’t talked much then, and the last time they did, it had been an argument — now Roman was just up and gone.

Patton stood in the middle of broken glass, with no idea how to put the shards back together. He hurt Roman, hurt everyone, but now no matter how he tried to fix things it would just get worse. He was stuck.

And Roman had every right to be angry, he should be, but goodness gracious, Patton missed him.

And now no one had a clue where he was.

He tried to not let the worry distract him too much as he stopped by yet another booth. But before he could get a good look, someone shouted at him from a bit away.

“Hey, you there with the scarf, dearie!”

Patton blinked, confused, and scanned through the crowd to find them. Remus burrowed deeper under the scarf to hide.

“Yes, you,” An old woman waved him over. She wore an apron, like him, but it was stashed with way more pockets than someone could ever need. In front of her, stood a single grain basket and a few bags.

“Um. Hello, ma’am.”

“You look awfully wistful, dearie,” she said with a smile, reaching for the lid. She stared at Patton with a look that was eerily blank. It set him on edge. “No matter, I’ve got something here you won’t believe until you see.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, ma’am but I don’t think I can—” Patton cut himself off as he caught a peek of what was inside the basket. Beans, but not the normal kind of course — they shined like someone had thrown glitter all over them! Patton blinked, leaning over to get a better look. He knew he was just the type to be tricked by something like that, but there was something… different about them. Call it intuition, but in the back of his mind he knew they needed to bring them along.

“Why, if you plant them, you’ll see they grow all the way up to the sky, dearie,” The old woman said, propping a hand up on her hip. “And I’ll sell them for only 5 gol—”

“Bit of a bad time for window-shopping, isn’t it?” Virgil snarked over his shoulder. Patton jolted, spinning around to face him.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil propped a hand on his hip and continued, “Roman’s missing. We don’t have time for this.”

Patton scrambled for a way to respond, shame burning on his face, but before he could, Virgil gruffed in annoyance — tugging him away from the booth and walking ahead without a word.

Patton’s heart shattered all over again as he followed him from a few steps behind.

“Wow, what’s with him?” Remus whistled and finally peeked out of his scarf. Janus, who had sidled up to his side, raised a single eyebrow at Patton — as if to say ‘You’ll just take that?’

“The beans feel important,” Patton simply muttered, because he very much would. He couldn’t pick a fight with Virgil. He’d done enough already.

Speaking of, Virgil stopped on his tracks all of a sudden. He brought a hand to his eyes like he was trying to see something far in the distance. Patton squinted as they caught up to him, to spot whatever he was looking at.

A figure, it seemed, running their way in somehow perfect form. Behind them, a royal blue cloak— oh.

A wave of relief washed over Patton as Logan got closer and closer. He did expect him to come back…eventually, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t worried! He didn’t need one more kiddo missing today!

“He’s got… the bag,” Virgil said. And yup, that bright yellow spot grew as he approached, propped on his hip, and it definitely couldn’t be anything else. Talk about ‘as yellow as corn’.

When he reached them, Logan simply adjusted his glasses and brushed his hair from his face. Patton wondered how he could run like that and not be out of breath. He cut right to the chase, “I know where we need to go.”

Virgil’s armor clinked as he crossed his arms.

“Hold on, where the hell were you?”

“And where did you get that?” Janus added.

Rolling his eyes, Logan reached into his satchel, letting the yellow bag fall against his hip. “The library,” he said, matter-of-fact, as he pulled out a book and flicked it open. “Which proved to be quite efficient, mind you, so save the lecture.”

The news sparked back the itty-bitty flame of hope he still had, and Patton couldn’t help but smile wide.

“That’s amazing, Logan! How did you find it?”

“Oh,” he answered, glancing down at the page. “Someone left it unattended at their table. I took it.”

Patton gaped at him.

“Logan! You can’t just— that’s stealing!”

Logan simply ignored him, turning around like he’d said nothing at all, book tucked under his arm.

“We should prepare and gather supplies. It’ll be a long trek to the lake.”

“Goshdarnit,” Patton muttered under his breath, watching as Logan headed off and prompted them to follow.

Janus chuckled beside him, tapping him on his shoulder. Patton turned to face him, tilting his head when he saw that Janus held out a tiny bag on the palm of his hand.

Patton took it and untied the string to peek into it. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he saw what was inside.

Glittering, magic beans.

“You…” Patton started, struggling to keep the giddiness that thought brought him out of his voice. “You bought them for me?”

“No,” Janus said with a coy smirk and a wink, carrying on with walking after Logan. “I stole them.”

“Janus!”

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Taglist: @caruliaa @thegoldenduckie

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman angst

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morphestic · 2 years ago

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No one asked, but...

Since I can't sleep and I feel like shit this very fine morning, I will be recommending my favorite fics/oneshots for the bsd fandom... and they're all from the same author just because. Their name is Oxalisalis on Ao3 and you can also find them on instagram with the same user. I'll try to keep the list short with my favorites:

Circle of Praise: Remember seeing flustered Dazai in that one Wan! episode? Well this is exactly that. The ADA has a very unique way to lift the morale of their low spirited agents. Atsushi, after being on the receiving end of it, finds out Dazai has never experienced it and comes up with a plan to make sure he does. And it works. Sleep Remedy: You like the Buraiha Trio? You'll love this one. Oda has trouble sleeping, Dazai can help with that. Ango has trouble sleeping? Dazai can help with that too. Whats better than holding hands, amirite?? Note: Sheep Song is the companion piece to this, pure Soukoku shenanigans and hand holding. The city where the wind blows: 22 year old Dazai meets 15 year old Oda. After a time traveling accident, Oda is simply trying to find his way back but he crosses paths with the one and only, Osamu Dazai. Note: This one made me cry at the end. Maybe it'll make you cry too so beware. Revise these lines: For Dazai, living might be far more terrifying than dying, but there are people who will catch him when he falls. A BEAST ending rewrite in which Atsushi makes it in time, Dazai says the right things for once, and things aren’t as broken as they seemed. And finally, my personal #1 favorite: A Trifling Distance: A strange ability manages to bring Odasaku back for one day, and for one day only, Dazai is able to bond him. Note: Oh, this one hurt. This one made me cry. You'll need tissues for this one too.

If you haven't read their works, please do so. I'm not just being biased here, the dynamics between the characters are some of the best characterizations I've seen. They don't water down Soukoku, or really, any pairing. They're all canon compliant (mostly?) and are written beautifully.

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potassium-pilot · 7 months ago

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Ao3 writers, beware a new scam going around

This user left this very generic comment that not only promotes paid commissions out of nowhere for no reason (against ao3 ToS), but the instagram they linked back to was unrelated to the person who left this comment. A quick google search led me to the the ao3 reddit which showed that I'm not the only one who received this sort of a comment. You can report this sort of comment to the ao3 team, or otherwise, just delete it.

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synonemous · 6 months ago

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xenophobia

rating: T

category: M/M

fandom: Guardian

relationship: Shěn Wēi/Zhào Yúnlán

tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergent, I think I Sometimes Forget That Shen Wei Is An Alien™, 10k Years Old? Oh No That We Remember, An Alien? Not So Much, But This Fic Reminded Me, Is It Weilan If They Aren’t Ride-Or-Die From The Get-Go?, I Didn’t Think So

written for: Weilan Weeks 2024, Week 3

(beware that my fics are currently locked for logged in users only. I apologise to anyone who don’t have an account and can’t read this fic at this time. if you’re curious and would like an invite to ao3, though, feel free to hit me up.)

find it on AO3 here

#Syn's fics #Weilan #Weilan Weeks 2024

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gvtted-ratz · 1 year ago

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List of Fics/Drabbles/Headcanons We Made (all links go to our ao3)

Works: 26

@gvtted-ratz is the main writer and owner of the ao3

@rppik is the proof-reader and co-writer

It is not our responsibility to baby/take care of what you take in. So if you don't like something, do not read/interact.

Fem aligning/identifying ppl dni with our mlm works (we may end up blocking you if you do).

Only registered users can view/comment on our works on AO3.

Remember to read the tags/ratings on the works. We use them for a reason, and we would like you to pay attention to them for your own safety/comfort. None are/will ever be Fem!Reader. GN, Male/Masc, Trans Male, Neogenders, and Nonbinary only.

Rules for requests are here!

SVSSS:

• MQF/ZZL Drabble - Mu QingFang/Zuzhi-lang (complete)

Marvel:

• Shut Up Wade - SpideyPool (complete)

• Single-Standing Marvel Fics - X Reader (discontinued)

• Hitman - Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Male Reader (discontinued)

• Sharpshooter - Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Male Reader (complete)

Slashers:

• Arkin O'Brien/GN!Reader (complete)

• All Slasher Fics - GN+M!Reader (complete)

• Alive - Jason Voorhees/M!Reader (complete)

• Odd - Hannibal Lecter/M!Reader (discontinued)

• The Collection - The Collector/M!Reader (complete)

• Freakiest Freak - Hannibal Lecter/Billy Lenz (complete)

• Slasher Headcanons - GN+M!+Nonbinary Reader (complete)

• Two Messed Up Individuals - Harry Warden/Billy Lenz (complete)

• My Life's So Pitiful - Mark Hoffman/Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (complete)

Homestuck:

• Romantic Dreams - Karkat Vantas/Dave Strider (Drabble) (complete)

Marble Hornets:

• Eldritch Deity - it/Its!Deity!Reader (unfinished)

• Single-Standing MH Fics - X Reader (unfinished)

Dead Plate (game):

How Much Do You Hate? (It's Not Enough) - Rody Lamoree x Vincent Charbonneau (complete)

The Batman (2022):

• All Riddler Fics - The Riddler/Reader (unfinished)

The Price Of Flesh (game):

• To Stare Is To Buy - GN!Hacker!Reader Series (3/10 complete)

• You Should Have Found A New Psychologist - M!Psychologist!Reader/Jackal/Dean (in progress)

Boyfriend to Death (game):

• BEWARE - Lawrence Oleander/M!Reader

Duskwood (game-everbyte):

• You’re Looking In The Wrong Place - Richy/M!Reader/Phil (unfinished/possible rewrite later)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2:

• Single-Standing CODMW2 Fics - X Reader (unfinished)

That's Not My Neighbour (game):

TNMN Headcanons - X Reader (discontinued)

Do You Have The Guts? - Hoon Man/GN!Doppleganger!Doorman!Reader (complete)

Uncanny Valley (scopophobia studios):

Correct Ending - John Doe/M!It/Its!Reader (complete)

Will be updated whenever a new work is made/ finished

Feel free to send in some requests. Or just brainstorm in our box. We are happy to listen and try out sometimes. If we're uncomfy with something, we'll tell you.

Edit: Usually, we use it/its if it’s self-indulgent, since we're a dude who uses them and we have never seen them in fics. We make sure to put that in the tags if those pronouns are used.

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aserene · 1 year ago

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Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 5 May 2025; the newest works are in red. Anything posted on AO3 or FF can be found in this list, fragments and WIPs will be listed at the bottom of each section. My AO3 works are largely locked to registered users only due to AI scraping. If you need an account, please feel free to hit me up for an invite code while I have them to spare.

Fate: the Winx Saga

Why "Did it break your skin" or "Hello Bloom" has such an impact is a question I can't answer. Sorry, Not Sorry.

Regin of Dragon Series

The Smoking Incident (Silrah, pre-canon, Keggar Explanation)

Are you my fairy Godmother? (Silrah, Ficlets, Bloom & Farah Prequel to main story)

The Heir of Dragons (WIP, Silrah, HOTD cross over, Farah meets Rhaenys, Bloom & Farah found family)

Sparrow, Spider this is how it had to be

Sparrow, Sparrow on the hill (Silrah, Farah-centric time travel fix it)

Spider, spider in the tree - Tell me how it ends (Silrah, Saul-Centric time travel fix it)

Echantix and More

Snow (Silrah, Bloom & Farah bonding)

Across the Sea, Soar Above (Silrah, Mako Mermaids cross over)

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust (Silrah, Winx power swap)

Downpour (Silrah, Power Reveal, Bloom & Farah Bonding)

Lighting (Silrah, Skloom, Protective Farah & Saul)

Farah and the Caturday

Tell Tail Heart (Silrah, transformation accidents)

Let me tell you a tail (Silrah, Bloom & Farah, transformation accidents, Bloom’s in trouble)

Other Works

The Plan (silrah, Valentines Day, Year of OTP 2025)

snow and sweatshirts (silrah sharing clothes, Year of the OTP 2025)

State of Mind (Farah has trouble with her powers)

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate (Meet the family, Silrah, lost child, Selkie)

Made You Look (Silrah, fluffy)

All the Stars in Your Hair (Silrah hair braiding, slight Star Wars cross)

A Solo Guardian (Silrah, Farah & Bloom bonding, Direwolf)

A road so rough, this I know (Road trips, Silrah, Episode tag)

Prompt Fills:

HEX Gifts

tis the damn season (meet the family/kind of, snowball fights)

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter (Winter whump, snowball fights)

soft snow falling in a winter serenade (winter party disaster)

Reverse Big Bang

Ferns are what it must mean to love without yearning (Farah the Fern)

WIPS:

The Geas of It (Silrah, Skloom, accidents, Like father–like son)

The Best Days (AU Fix it, Rosalind picked the wrong parents, Silrah & Bloom)

Exile (High Court Fae take an interest in Bloom)

The Heiress (Winx reflections on how they got their magic)

Farah the Cat (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Pawlp Fiction (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Car Crash (Silrah, baby bloom)

Saul asks Luna for a favor (silrah, Luna, protective Saul)

NCIS

Let me save you the trouble. They’re all jibbs.

Long Live the Queen.

The Case of the Sarcophagus (Year of OTP 2025, Pranks)

Beware the Ides (Year of OTP 2025, Fresh Starts)

I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night (Year of OTP 2025, Hozier - Like Real People Do)

A kiss in the park (Year of OTP 2025 first kiss)

Ex Files Take Two (episode re write)

A Christmas Fairy-Tale (Episode tag, team as family)

I’ve Read all the books beside your bed (domestic fluff, secret relationship)

Bella Noche (vampires)

One in a Billion (Halloween)

I talked to your dad, It’s a love story, just say “yes” (meet the family, Judgement Day fix it)

Coffeeshop Chatter (Batman won’t like this prompt, Jenny overhears the wrong thing)

In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt, Coram amore lux valet (accidental love confessions)

The Director’s Fool (April fool’s prank)

The Cure for Hangovers and Other Aliments (Gibbs to the rescue)

Noli timere malum, sed time heroa (Jibbslet, Kidnapping, Angst with happy ending)

Truth in the Lies (fake marriage)

Ask Her (tag to Knockout)

Say Goodbye 007 (Mentions of JAG, fluff)

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Christmas fluff)

Twist of the Mind (WIP, Secret Relationship, memory alteration)

Off the Clock (Girl talk)

He Knocked (Episode tag)

Haunting (Halloween Fluff)

Muscle Spasm (Gibbs whump, Jenny gives TLC)

Paris Rose (fluff & crack, lipstick)

Only With You (undercover as married)

The Missing High Heels (Slight sequel to Only with you)

Jen, Jenny, and the Director (fuff & angst, crack treated seriously)

The Manual (Gibbs’ Rules, Fluff, Team Dynamics)

Carols in the Night Series

Carols in the Night (Holiday Found Family)

February Ills (Fluffbruary Sequel to Carols in the Night)

The Easter Bunny (Easter theme)

Mother's First (Mother's day)

He didn't have to (Father's day)

Judgement Day Rewritten Series

Second Chances (Gibbs wakes up in a world where Jenny isn’t dead, yet)

From Now On (Jenny gets a second chance and learns what honesty can change)

The Reality of Acceptance (Gibbs follows Jenny to LA)

Expressing the Inexpressible Series

That’s not her style (Tabloids report on Jenny)

Goodbye Earl (Gibbs finds an interesting person in the middle of an investigation)

Home (letters, fluff and angst)

Our Song (tooth-rotting fluff)

Do you Remember? (orchids, hidden relationship)

24 (WIP)

It’s beginning to get to me (WIP)

Anything you can do (WIP)

A little fall of rain (WIP)

Something in Red (WIP)

So Close (WIP)

Ever, Ever, After (WIP)

She’s in Love (WIP)

That’s How You Know (WIP)

One Step Closer (WIP)

WIP

Watering Your Plants (Post Hiatus)

The Deal (deal to have a baby)

Now I lay me down to sleep (secret relationship, abduction)

Xena: Warrior Princess

So you’re saying there is a chance… Xena/Ares

As Long as You’re Mine (post Looking Death in the Eyes)

Black Roses Red (fluffish, Hercules Bashing)

WIP

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning)

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye)

Wrapped Around Your Finger (Post Xena coming back from Callisto)

An Affair to Remember (Looking Death in the Eyes Fix It)

House of the Dragon

WIP

Rhaenys Intervenes (Time Travel Fix-it)

Daemon and Rhaenys work together to save the House of the Dragon (Time Travel Fix-it)

Go All the Way Back (Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Time Travel)

Rhaenys Overhears (Rhaenys will make sure she is the only one with the title of the Queen Who Never Was)

Cross Overs

Call my name and save me from the dark (Fate, Wednesday, NCIS, I have issues okay?)

Wishes come True, Not Free (Fate/Labyrinth)

A Demon and A Fairy Sat Drinking (Fate/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Grave Digger Redux (Bones/NCIS)

My Perfect Romance (NCIS/My Perfect Romance)

Captain Bennett’s Christmas Catch (Christmas Catch/NCIS)

The Man with the Blue Eyes (NCIS/ CSI Miami)

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