#or adding the italics that my google doc has

[mixelation]

okay. weirdly i keep seeing solutions for the problem where copying a google doc to ao3 creates huge gaps between lines, but NONE of these solutions are as easy as what i do. okay here goes

in the google doc, click the "line & paragraph spacing" button (the one with the double arrow and three lines)

next, from the drop down, select "add space after paragraph." bam! now whenever you hit return, google docs will automatically add a double space between lines without you having to hit return twice. it will copy and paste into ao3's rich text editor without adding more space, and the formatting will be readable in google docs.

unfortunately you cannot retroactively add this into a document you've already written because it will double the space you already have, in which case i will direct you to a script to fix formatting issues for you. (i've never used this script so i can't vouch for it.) although sometimes i forget to set up my doc for a few paragraphs, and it's not hard to change the setting and then manually delete the extra spaces.

another tip: sometimes for italic script, ao3 inserts a rando space before punctuation, so it looks like this:

Huh, that's weird !

The key to fixing this oddity is that the punctuation also has to be italicized. So it needs to be:

Huh, that's weird!

(I picked an exclamation mark because the difference is easier to see what I'm talking about, but his happens to me most often with periods because there's no visual difference between an italicized period and a non-italicized one until ao3 has randomly inserted a space.)

[jackshiccup]

Hey I just gotta say your bind of OTNWAS is GORGEOUS! Do you mind explaining how you formatted the pages? <3

hello, thank u sm <3!! and yes ofc i can :)

i used Adobe InDesign to do all my typesetting! the document i have has a total of 948 pages (475 spreads) which all include: title page, contents page, chapters, and a few customized + blank pages.

starting with document size first — mine is in A5 (so that i can print A4 spreads) you can play around with the margins, i recommend having at least 3mm added on to it if you’re going to trim it (the bleedline basically). my margins are 15mm left, 20mm right, 15mm top, 20mm bottom.

i had 2 chapter templates - one for short titles (i.e. jack flies) and one for long titles (i.e. jack and jamie uncover the hidden dangers of hide and seek). if you look at the pictures i posted, i added a snowflake as part of that template as an indicator of whose pov the chapter starts in. i designed one for hiccup and jamie too so i change it accordingly! i also use it as dinkuses whenever there’s a pov change within the chapter.

my body text size was 10pt with a 12.5 leading (justified + hyphenated) but honestly that also depends on the font you choose and your personal preference in terms of how spaced out you want your body text to be. i suggest doing test prints so you can adjust !! standard book fonts are: caslon, garamond, minion and palatino.

here’s a silly diagram i made for my friends of my exact settings 📖

in terms of actually formatting the fic— i copy-pasted chapter by chapter from ao3 because for some reason InDesign doesn’t recognize italics automatically so i had to do that manually LOL.

what else .. uhhhh i’m pretty sure i’m forgetting something… i’ll just add on when i remember but crossing my fingers this helps!! i know InDesign isn’t what’s the most accessible to people (i have it bc of my job), but there are lots of tutorials out there on how to do it on microsoft word or even google docs!

hope your binding goes well ⭐️

[amphibianauthor]

Ao3 Coding References

I recently made a code-heavy choose your own adventure fic, and I wanted to compile all of the really helpful resources I've found along the way. I know little to nothing about HTML but having all of these resources were amazingly helpful.

Basics:

This Ao3 Posting Doc converts Google doc into HTML, adding bold, underline, italics, strikethrough, paragraph breaks, and centered text. Major game changer for heavy HTML works

The Fic Writer's Guide to Formatting by AnisaAnisa: This is a masterpost in itself, covering links, images, boxes, borders, fonts etc. So I'm putting it here since it's amazingly helpful

HTML References by W3 schools- I've linked the HTML colors here, but this is a platform designed to help people learn/reference HTML

This got long: Text resources, fancy formatting & other website formats below the cut

Text resources:

Font's chapter: The Fic Writer's Guide to Formatting: okay I know I already linked it above, but listen it's very good so I'm linking again

Fonts colors and work skins oh my by Charles_Rockafeller takes fonts to a different level.

Multicolored text skin by ElectricAlice GRADIENT TEXT

All the Emoji by CodenameCarrot while Ao3 has signifigantly improved on hosting emojis, this code helps with using some more unconventional emojis. Amazing resource.

Upsidedown text and Zalgo text generators - these specific text generators allow for you to see their direct HTML codes

Workskin for showing and hiding spoilers by ElectricAlice makes text appear when hovered/clicked. Amazing for Trigger Warnings

Make text appear when you click [Work skin] by Khashana clickable end notes buttons for your work, similar to the spoiler button text

Desktop/mobile friendly short tooltips workskin by Simbaline

How to make Linked Footnotes on Ao3 by La_Temperanza

User-selectable Names in a Fanfic work by fiend Ever want people to select between different names in a fanfic? I could also see this used as ability to switch gender in a fanfic.

AO3 Comic Text Effects using CSS by DemigodofAgni Ever want a giant comicbook POW in your fic?

How to override the Archive's Chapter Headers by C Ryan Smith

Fancy Formatting:

Embedding youtube videos on ao3 to scale with the screen by pigalle add youtube videos mid fic

Conlangs and Accessibility by Addleton this fic instructs how to have accessible translations in fic

How to mimic letters, fliers and stationary without using images by La_Temperanza Really helped with box formatting

Decorations for Fic (HTML/CSS): Fanart, Dividers, Embedded Songs and More by Jnsn this has SO MANY cool coding features, including a chessboard that moves when you hover over it

How to make a News Website Article Skin on Ao3 by ElectricAlice

Screenplay skin by astronought

How to make custom Page Dividers by La_Temperanza

How to make Images Fit on Mobile Browsers by La_Temperanza great image adding code

How to Wrap text around images by La_Temperanza image text wrapping

How to insert Gmail emails in your fic by DemigodofAgni

How to mimic Email Windows by La_Temperanza

How to make a Choose Your Own Adventure Fic by La_Temperanza allows for clickable links and hidden text.

Personal Experiment with HTML and CSS by MohnblumenKind This has a variety of help, Chapter 6 & 7 were great for choose your own adventure, Chapter 4 talks about columns and skins, and Chapter 10 even has a newspaper made entirely from site code.

Learn to Microsoft Excel by ssc_lmth insert a spreadsheet in your fic

Ao3 Work skin: a simple scoreboard by revanchist shows how to code a scoreboard

Colossal Cave Adventure by gifbot Working Keyboard anyone?

How to make a rounded playlist by La_Temperanza Ever want to show a character's music playlist within your fic

Tabbing experiment by gifbot (clickable tabs)

Repository by gaudersan google searches, ao3 stats, instagram and text messages galore

Workskin for in Universe Investigative/Mission Report with Redaction by wafflelate case files/CSI reports

CSS in Testing/Bleed Gold by InfinitysWraith Masterclass in cool formatting, including overidding default headers, Doors opening animation, Grid interactive photos, Hovering to change a photo, Retroactive text etc.

CSS in Testing:Second in Series by InfinitysWraith: Interactive keypads, Mock news site and interactive locking mechanism.

Other Websites:

Texting

--How to make iOS Text Messages on Ao3 by CodenameCarrot, La_Temperanza

--A Quick Generator for Embeddable iOS Text Messages by 221b_ee

--imessage Skin by Adzaema

--Retro imessage by Adzaema

--Basic Text Message Work Skin by ProfessorMotz

-- Bubble platform [workskin] by Khashana

Tumblr

--Tumblr style CSS Tweaks by Aposiopesis

--Ao3 Workskin Testing and Tutorials by junietuesday25 tumblr DM

--How to make Tumblr Posts on Ao3 by phyyripo

Twitter

--Repository - Twitter by gadaursan

-- How to mimic Social Media in an Ao3 work by aerynevenstar

--Twitter Work Skin Template by etc e tal

--Twitter Workskin: Tweets and Profile by starskin

--Twitter Mock-Up by TheBrookesNook

Ao3

--How to mimic Authors notes and Kudos/Comment Buttons by La_Temperanza

--How to mimic AO3 Comments by bittermoons

--How to add mobile Ao3 in your fic by DemigodofAgni

--How to make a fanfic style header Ao3 style by ElectricAlice

Facebook/Instagram/Whatsapp

--Whatsapp Group Chat builder by FestiveFerret

--How to make Facebook Messenger Chat on Ao3 by ran_a_dom

--Whatsapp Work Skin Template Revamped by etc e tal

--Whatsapp group chat skin by ovely

--Instagram DMs for Ao3 by monarch_rhapsodies

--How to make Instagram DM mockup by xslytherclawx

Snapchat

--Snapchat skin by Azdaema

--Snapchat Template for Ao3 by starskin

Reddit/Forum

--UPDATED Reddit Skin by diamine

--2020 Reddit Work Skin by timstokerlovebot

--Reddit Work Skin CSS & HTML by knave_of_swords

--How to mimic Social Media in an Ao3 work by aerynevenstar

--template Reddit Skin by spookedcroon

--Ao3 workskin for Forum Thread by fencesit

--How to mimic 4chan posts without just taking screenshots of 4chan

Twitch/Youtube

--Mimicking Twitch Chat for fics by Ultraviollett

--Workskin testing by tohmas [Youtube comments]

Discord/Slack/Zoom

--2023 Discord Theme Workskin by TrojanTeapot

--Discord Work Skin by unpredictableArtist

--Discord (Dark Theme) Workskin by Heterochromia_Mars

--Ao3 Workskin Testing and Tutorials by junietuesday25

--Slack Workskin by Khashana

--Zoom inspired Ao3 skin by mystyrust

Video Game Dialog Mimics

--Dialog [workskin] by Clover_Zero

--Dialogue Workskin (with parallax BG effect) by mystyrust

--My S Ranks--System Windows by unpredictableArtist [computer dialog workskin]

--Tutorial: Ace Attorney Work Skin by QuailFence

--Among Us Ao3 skin by mystyrust

--How to Mimic Undertale Fonts on Ao3 by La_Temperanza

--Tutorial:Rain Code Work Skin by faish

Misc. Sites

--How to mimic Deadpool Thinking boxes by La_Temperanza

--FetLife Skin [Work Skin] by Khashana

--Replika workskin by FaeriMagic

--Disco Elysium workskin by SarunoHadaki

--StarTrek PADD workskin by duskyspirit

--Wikipedia article work skin by styletests

--Yelp Reviews by kiwiana

--Amazon Reviews by kiwiana

--MDZS-themed letters by allollipoppins

--A Newbie's Guide to Podficcing by Adzaema [skin for podfics]

Bonus: Ever wanted to see how crazy HTML can be on AO3? Try playing But can it run Doom? or Tropémon by gifbot

Happy Creating!

Last updated: Aug 19 2024

[luvwich]

so i've been using Obsidian for a couple months as the home base for all my fic writing, and have been thrilled so far! i dig its simple layout, powerful feature set, and there are tons of plugins to customize what you need. also love that it works across devices and syncs to your iCloud (rather than syncing to their own servers). and that it's free for personal use.

it has some interesting features like "canvas" and "graph" type documents (i have one of the latter that tries to graph relationships between characters and entities in my story) but most value i've been getting has been from plugins

main plugins i've been using:

Copy document as HTML -- very handy when it's time to post a chapter to AO3. it means i can embed the html for text conversations right in my Obsidian doc, and it'll display in a readable format while inside the doc, but the HTML all gets copied smoothly, along with and <strong> tags for italicized and bold parts (which is HUGE because it solves the problem where copying text with italics from Google Docs or other apps will end up adding weird extra spaces when pasted in the ao3 markdown editor)

Novel word count -- shows word counts for individual documents, but also will show the aggregate counts for entire folders/subfolders. super useful when you have a folder for a multi-chapter work and individual docs for each chapter

Word sprint -- lets you run sprints right from within the editor, keeps track of word counts and goals, shows motivational messages if you pause writing during the sprint

OneLook thesaurus -- no link because this is a plugin I wrote myself (but can provide the code if anyone's interested), but this uses the same API as OneLook to return results right in the editor. you can click to replace a word, check its definition, or add it to the search. the wordy plugin does something similar but i wanted a slightly different UI.

anyway it's been a game changer so far, 10/10 now it's time to do some sprints while i'm still on vacay~

i also just use it in place of my Notes app for random brain dumps and reminders

[thedemonscrawler]

gonna procrastinate on writing by talking about writing woo

So, fun fact! Permission Slip is usually being written on two different documents at once, which should be but are not actually identical? And neither of them match the actual AO3 version you guys read?

1st Draft

The first draft is written with a combination of OpenOffice and Google Docs.

(I'll get to why that says Mobile Copy in a sec)

The OpenOffice document is meant to be the Master Draft of the fic. It's the entire story so far-- outline, notes, all the chapters written and the bits of chapters we haven't gotten to yet.

Yeah, it's lengthy. The reason it says 'Active Version' is starting around Chapter 5, I began saving a copy of the document up to the most recent chapter finished.

This is because of how I write scenes out of order, and having an older draft lets me go back for things that got rewritten. It's also really neat to see how various ideas evolved over the story, or how old some of the scenes are.

OpenOffice has the Master Draft, not just because it can handle it, but so I can put my laptop into airplane mode and write offline if I really need to focus. But the story doesn't stay there!

If you've seen the snippets I've shared, you know that sometimes they're highlighted in grey, like this:

(yeah you enjoy that snippet from Chapter 15)

The grey highlights are a system to tell myself 'this is a section that needs to be copied over to the other document', almost always a section I have just written that session. Feels good to have a whole page in grey.

So from OpenOffice, the grey sections are copied over to GoogleDocs, and become the 2nd Draft.

2nd Draft

..okay, so there are actually TWO GoogleDoc copies of Permission Slip. One of them is a 'master' version, just like the Open Office file. The other is the Mobile version. The master version has all of the chapters and outline and stuff, while the Mobile copy only goes back one or two chapters prior to the current one. Why?

Cos it turns out that when a document gets to be around 110 pages long, Docs starts being a little bitch and lags real bad on mobile, or starts crashing. So the mobile version was made so I could type on my phone. Same deal, new sections are highlighted in grey and copied back to the OpenOffice version when I'm on the laptop again.

Since the GoogleDocs version can be worked on from multiple locations, it's the one that gets the most edits. If there are substantial changes made they'll be copied back to the OpenOffice document, but minor edits aren't as crucial, and there are some sections that are pretty different between the two now.

From the GoogleDocs version on to the final(ish) version:

3rd Draft

The AO3 version should match the GoogleDocs version, and for the most part it does-- but not always. That last minute readthrough to catch all the spaces added after italics is also a time for minor edits. Missing words, dialogue rewrites, etc. There's one chapter that had a chunk written in the editor, but unfortunately I can't remember which one it is now 8'D only that it's between chapters 9 and 12. Naturally the AO3 version is the one you guys get to see.

Uuuuh yeah so. Overcomplicated system, go!

Also if you want a word processor for free, I recommend LibreOffice! Its based on the same open source software as OpenOffice, only it's actually still being updated and stuff (I still use OO just cos it's what I have 8'D).

Unfortunately I have yet to find a word processing app with cloud-based storage that can be edited from multiple devices, so I can't replace GoogleDocs with something better.

[writingwife-83]

Has anyone else noticed an editing change in AO3? My routine has always been to copy and paste my fics/chapters from a google doc and into the AO3 box with rich text selected. For the first time I see that it didn’t recognize italics and anywhere I had ellipses it instead added weird characters. This is going to create way more work. Idk if this is a change on AO3 or google but it’s such a bummer. 🫤

[spice-honey]

The Fanfic Editing Process

Hello everyone! Today I've decided to share a few tips on editing your chapters, for anyone who is new to writing or would like to improve their writing. Editing is a skill in itself. For me, it takes longer than writing the actual damn chapter. I think good editing takes stories to the next level and it's worth taking a moment to do it, instead of just eagerly hit the 'Post' button

First, what is editing? You assess the text for grammar, spelling, sentence and detail clarity along with plot development. Editing is often rewriting, moving paragraphs around, switching scene orders, adding or deleting characters, and changing POVs (if applicable). It requires a lot of "rounds" before it's ready. Each step below is a round in itself. Remember: you cannot edit a blank page. If you hate your writing, remind yourself this is your first draft - you will edit it later to make it better or different. But you have to write it first.

I use google docs. You can easily share it with your betas/friends, and keep track of suggestions and modifications they make. They can leave comments on specific passages and words, to which you can also reply. Google docs also has a chat function to edit and discuss live.

Google docs has spelling and grammar check (it's under Tools) that will scan the document below where your cursor is. So if you just want to spell check past chapter 7, go to chapter 7 and use the tool. It will skip anything before it. If you want to do the entire document, start up top.

Crtl + F and look for the specific words that are commonly overused such as that, really, very, just, then, literally, thing and dialogue tags. You don't have to write them out entirely, but if you used 'that' 7 times in a paragraph, you might want to rework some sentences to 5 take out. Readers get tired of repetitive words. You also don't have to banish every single dialogue tag, but when it's a conversation between 2 people you should use them to indicate tone or action. 'Said' is not necessarily dead, but you can omit it 95% of the time

Avoid long sentences. Run-on sentences are okay if grammatically correct, but stick to one idea per sentence otherwise it can be tiring to read.

Adverbs ending in -ly. 'She runs quickly' can be 'she sprints'. 'He walks quietly' can be ' He creeps'. Choose descriptive verbs if you can.

Pay attention to verb tenses. If you are writing in the present tense make sure you don't slip into past tense when it is not appropriate and vice versa.

In your own notes write scene summaries explaining to yourself why this scene is necessary (I use bullet points in the comments). What information or situation is being presented in each passage that is important to the plot in the long run. It helps you to keep tabs on your outline (if you have one). It's okay to just have scenes that don't actually add anything to the story other than the joy of reading them whatever they may be. But if you are struggling with your plot, make sure your story doesn't have a lot of those.

Italics. Depends on your formatting, of course, but if it is to bring emphasis on a single word, my personal rule is to do it once per page. When I copy and paste my chapters into Ffnet/Ao3 it comes without any formatting (bold, italic) so I have to add them back in manually on my final read-through. Surprisingly, I end up adding a lot fewer italics in the final edit than in the original script

The Final Read-through: it is done in your browser, at the document editor of ffnet/ao3. You will catch a lot more errors/weird sentences there despite having it read 100 times on google docs. Your brain just gets used to - visually - to the text and it will skip words as you re-read without you noticing. Having a different font and background will make your brain read it as if it's the first time. I tried tricking myself on google docs by changing font and colour but I didn't find it super effective (it may work for you, I don't know). Grammarly is also good to use here. I disable it on google docs because it slows down my browser. I like it mostly for punctuation.

Read it out loud. Yes, you'll have to disable the cringe factor but you will catch so many clunky sentences and missing words. Make sure narration sounds like narration and dialogue sounds like dialogue. I usually do Step 10 and 11 at the same time.

Any questions, my Asks are open! And if you have tips you'd like to share I'd LOVE to hear it.

Happy editing!

[thisisascene]

This is a Scene

This is a scene. It has words and sentences. 

I just finished trying to push back the table so it wouldn’t rub against the back of my laptop and make an odd grating sound and feeling.

I made a new paragraph and fixed a typo. The red line from Grammarly is still underlining feeling. There are now more.

I think I might make a side blog for these things. Part of why I write is to share. I want others to enjoy my ideas. Otherwise, I wouldn’t put in the work of writing them down.

I’m supposed to write a thousand words a day as part of my goal. I haven’t been doing it. I felt I didn’t need to because I’m working on an outline. I’m stuck on the outline. I am stuck because I am trying to write horrible people becoming better. This is hard because change is hard, and I want it to feel believable. I’ve been studying failed redemption arcs in the same franchise to avoid repeating those same mistakes.

I am wondering if I should polish this. I think I will, but italicize the changes. Keep the flow of thought feel.

Back to the outline. You know how Rome had really cruel punishments to prevent crime and treachery? My characters are the ones who would have carried it out. They enjoy it. They think they are in the right. How do you convince a Roman executor of cruelty that the punishments are too cruel? How do you convince them that how you carry out cruelty matters? That enjoying pain is wrong? (Is it?) What is too much cruelty?

(Btw you can answer those questions. I’d love the help. But I highly doubt anyone will see this. Kind of freeing and disappointing that thought.)

I am stuck thinking how easiest to make all my edits in italics.

This is fun. It feels nice. I have had a hard time feeling nice lately. (I am torn between starting a new thought and going back and adding a sentence somewhere else. I will add the sentence and some parentheses. Ended up adding way more than one sentence. I’ve lost the thought.)

I’m reading over some of the past words, and I was just noting I had written 366 words. But, of course, that number has since changed. Counting words feels a bit like counting seconds. So perhaps to cease writing is to make time stand still.

I like writing. It’s important to me. I worry how I will find time for it when I have a job and or children.

I notice that the Google Doc did not save my title for this file. I’ll have to redo it since I think I will make more of these.

I’m supposed to be journaling, too. Does this count as journaling?

For the second time since I started writing this “scene,” I remember that I have an online friend who has multiple Tumblr accounts that she keeps unconnected. That I don’t know the true main. Will this side account be like that?

It doesn’t bother me that my friend has all these hidden layers. I think it is far too much work, but she can keep her secrets. She can reveal them when she wants to.

I miss my boyfriend.

I think I will keep this very disconnected. Dare I share this at all? Are my feelings on love and my struggles in it too sacred for the public? For the page?

But we all struggle in love. That is what makes it love, for if there is no love, we would not choose to struggle and just leave. Fair weather friends and all that.

615 words.

The scraping thing happened again. I’ll try to fix it.

I can’t. My mother has changed the table arrangement again. I had to move the dog off the couch and I am bothered that I had to leave my original comfy spot.

There’s a lot of red on the page. That’s a lot of italics.

I can hear my mom and sister talking in their animated way.

Will my posterity find this entry useful? Will they be able to understand it? I should date this on the doc. Tumblr will record the date, but who knows if the hellsite will still exist. I hope it does. I hope Tumblr is still here when the world is bathed in fire.

I am a Christian. That might bother you. I really am writing for Tumblr now, so sorry to any future descendants reading this.

I really can’t keep my religion and beliefs out of anything, can I? I’ve always been that way. It doesn’t bother me.

What do I write about now? I feel like I want to keep writing forever. The flow of words is what I live for. I’d try my hand at being an author, but it keeps turning into fanfic. I’ve written about that before elsewhere.

I had a brief thought about what I will call the side blog. I made a side blog before but never posted to it. My mother had some words to say about it that snuffed the idea. She was right.

Apparently, I am spelling side blog wrong.

There is going to be a lot of italics.

I had one creative writing professor. I didn’t much like him. I felt the class was a waste of time. He wanted us to write scenes, but I still don’t know what counts as one in his mind.

Just deleted a sentence. I don’t want to talk about the professor anymore, I guess.

936 words.

On my outline, I often wonder if I should scrap the story all together. I want these characters to change because I have plans to explore what they will do with that change in the future and what others will do about them. But I wonder if perhaps I should give up those plans because I won’t be able to properly write them changing. They really are quite awful.

But I believe anyone can change. Some are more likely than others. These characters are very unlikely. But so was Darth Vader until Luke came along. I must find the circumstances that will bring about their change. It is very hard to figure out exactly what those circumstances would be.

1057 words. Time to wrap up the “scene”. I haven’t been at it for very long. I’d ask you what I should write about next, but that might cramp my style. You may ask anyway. We will see what happens. At least now, no matter what else happens today, I will have written something.

[moonlit-imagines]

Hello, I hope I'm not being a Botther But what Format do you Write your fics on before you post them? I'm trying to Start a Blog and I've been Writing Fics on Google Doc but I was Wondering if there is a App I need to use? Thank you. Oh and if you have any another Tip's I would Love to know!🤗

i use tumblr mobile actually!!! people might think im crazy for it (i’ve actually been using tumblr mobile for fics well before this blog, so when it was still crappy and you couldn’t do any cool stuff with text), but it’s always been trusty for me (untrue, i have to throw my phone at least once a week over it).

google docs is a really good one if you switch between a phone and desktop (plus you can use it offline), but last time i used it for this (maybe 6-7 years ago) i had to space the paragraphs myself and re-edit all the italics and bold so i dont know if its still doing all that

the notes app (ios or whatever the android equivalent is) is a good option too since it’s available offline, but has some of the same google docs flaws i remember

in the end they all have some very annoying flaws lol. but yeah, tumblr mobile has always been my go-to!! i usually just start a draft and then immediately save it once i have it labeled correctly. there are mini issues i have with it so just save very often when ur in ur drafts, but give docs or notes a try too!!

also, i’ll be adding “#advice tag” to this post, when you click it it should bring you to other posts about starting a blog !! let me know if u have any more questions!!

[stepswowdsen]

JuAli Comic Idea [6-23-2023]

Intro

I showed this JuAli idea to my friends before, I’m glad they liked it hehe. I originally wrote this back in November!

I revamped a JuAli idea I had. Judar and Alibaba kiss with banter

*Note: It’s kinda sexually suggestive and implicitly R-15 (PG-13) rated

I used some lines from Vol. 27 - Ch. 266, and the Vol. 28 - Ch. 278 omake with Judar and haniwa (clay doll) Alibaba. The chapters where he was a sausage shaped haniwa (OoO)

Other

I usually write my ideas down in script dialogue format as potential comic ideas for the future. Also cuz I figured that bolding the names would make things easier to read

I'm busy so Idk when I'll sketch this all out and redraw it properly, but this one tweet generated some ideas in my head that I showed to Cinna and Raisu. Back in November, I roughly wrote the gist of it down, but I felt like adding to it cuz it’s one of my personal faves. It's just kissing but it's kinda suggestive/implicit so y'know.

A little comic idea I had in my head. I showed it to my friends and they really enjoyed it, I'm glad! It's one of my faves too tbh. I first wrote this in November, but I decided to make edits to it. I like writing banter!!!

I actually did some old rough doodles before that was kinda based off this idea! And I totally need to redraw these, but I really like how I drew Judar's expressions. I like practicing sketching expressions hehe

Also someone give Judar a haniwa Alibaba plushie -v-

You can read under the cut if you wanna check out the rest hehe. I wanna post more of my writing ideas here

Some rambles

*Note: Sometimes I just write the dialogue only because I have a good visual imagination, so the dialogue itself is already a good outline to use for potential comic ideas in the future, but I thought it’d be fun to add to it. I write dialogue scripts a lot (whenever the inspiration hits and I’m not doing art).

I’m a visual person, so I mainly do art (and comic idea dialogue scripts as outlines for potential art ideas). A lot of times, when I get ideas, I visualize scenes in my head, so my ideas are written in script dialogue format. 

I like writing ideas down so that I don't forget and so that I can still imagine and draw them in the future. I have a good visual imagination, so even if I just write the dialogue, I can imagine what the scene conveys pretty easily. 

I was wondering if I should just have short descriptions on a line on its own, just like a play/movie script would, but it’s actually easier for me to read when the name is bolded beside it, so then I know which actions/descriptions are assigned to which character, y’know.

I tend to have certain quirks when writing dialogue scripts

I put descriptions in brackets () beside the name. I decided to make them italics though to differentiate them more, cuz I also use brackets () for character thoughts. 

It’s not in this one, but I’ll put a (...) on a line on its own to mark line breaks for scene transitions (or to mark that the scene is still a WIP and I need to add to it)

I’ll put any notes with (*) asterisks. 

I bold names so it’s easier to read

Whenever I get hit with sudden blorbo thoughts or inspiration to write ideas, I write them in Notepad or Google Docs, but I also do a lot of reactions and discussions with mutuals/friends. Someone posts something they want to talk about in the chat (ie. animanga/game reactions, AU and art ideas, etc.) and others join in and talk about it if they have time.

A lot of times, I tend to think back on my discussions with friends a lot, because I think they're inspiring and their thoughts help give a lot of insight.

Everyone has so much insightful things to say, so I wanna quote my discussions with my friends here! So some rambles will be in discussion/chat format because I don’t feel like reformatting the post

Discussion I had with friends 

This idea was actually based off this LMAO

This silly tweet was my prompt starter

I showed it to Cinna and Raisu hehe. And I’m glad Lumen and Jaqui also liked it too <3 This was our discussion

Me: I wanna say this is JuAli but none of them would talk like that. They would so do this though

Friend: No this is literally Judar he just words it differently lmao

Me: YEAH HE'D JUST WORD IT DIFFERENTLY LMAOOO

Friend: YEA

Me: JuAli's Love-Hate relationship (at first) is soooo interesting to me <33 They're so sen-core they appeal perfectly to my tastes

Me: Oh that tweet makes me want to write dialogue now. Yeah I can draft some JuAli stuff then

Friend: Omg

Friend 2: 😭 THIS MEME IS ALWAYS FUNNY

Me: Thinking about this again so I wrote a thing kinda based off it JuAli but it's kinda suggestive/implicit though

I wrote some ideas based off this. It's literally just them kissing but it's kinda suggestive/sexually implicit so just putting that out there

Friend: VALID LMAO THIS IS PERFECT Completely in-character for Judar

Me: THE WAY I'M IMAGINING IT IS SO. SPICY. NOW KISS!!!

Friend: VALID VALID!!

Friend 3: OMFGGGBVEHEVFBGBH

Me: I actually originally wrote Judar's last line as "Show me the kind of spark that charmed Hakuryuu so much". Because Judar makes an observation in Ch. 266 that Hakuryuu is charmed by Alibaba in the fan-TL :) 

But I don't tend to reference other ships in my ship stuff since I usually focus on ships solo. Like in my AU stuff, I tend to focus on just the ship/characters itself.

Like I would rather deal with my multiships in their own separate AUs, since it’s easier for me to work with. Most of the time I just prefer to have my AUs focus on just the ship itself (and occasionally other charas.) 

I do love AliHaku though. But I liked that line and it was good, so I still tried to include it though. NGNGNNG. Without mentioning any names, cuz let’s keep this JuAli focused

Friend: OOOH I SEE.... Valid as heck It's a good one

Me: I posted this on main, but I might as well post it again here ^^ For JuAli, I feel like at first, Judar hates Alibaba with so much love. And Judar would just constantly be like "I really don't get this guy at all" and "I don't understand what he's thinking at all!"

I feel like in the early stages of them catching feelies, they’d both be really awkward around each other and constantly headbutt each other…  

Judar is verbally harsh (violently tsun) and demands around verbally a LOT, like a needy cat that wants attention and affection. The tsundere catboy bad boy... And I feel like at first, they’d both be really awkward around each other and fluster each other. I think they'd always be pretty competitive with each other (in a playful, fun way) but they'd warm up to each other over time.

I'm busy so Idk when I'll sketch this all out but it was based off this idea I had in my head.

Like with JuAli, I think their games are mostly light-hearted and fun, and enticing and passionate.

Like it emphasizes playful competitiveness, a heavy focus on drawing things out, wanting to enjoy themselves for as long as they can and do their best to make every intimate occasion they have together worth the wait. Everything about their intimacy is energetic and passionate, (just like them!)

Though it's also fun to imagine a bit more rough aggressiveness, rough kisses and biting. 

When I imagine the early stages of their relationship/pining I think they'll butt heads more often and it'll be more aggressive, then it'll progress to something very loving and more on the same wave length.

Daily/Hourly accounts

Before the Twitter changes, folks would have daily/hourly accounts dedicated their fave medias, books, poems, etc. They’d put their fave quotes in (or animanga/game screencaps of their faves), have them be posted on intervals. People did it just cuz they wanna assign quotes to their fave charas/ships or have accounts dedicated to them

But then Muskrat’s stankass changes happened... I was thinking it would’ve been cute to have a JuAli daily account post screencaps of either of them from the manga tbh

[wallpiner]

Pdfkit italic

#Pdfkit italic pdf#

#Pdfkit italic update#

#Pdfkit italic code#

ttf file for each font that you downloaded. For example, when you download a Google Font, you’ll get the. Most fonts that you purchase or download will have this format available. The API embraces chainability, and includes both low level functions as well as abstractions for higher level functionality.

#Pdfkit italic pdf#

Description PDFKit is a PDF document generation library for Node and the browser that makes creating complex, multi-page, printable documents easy. To use a custom font in your PDF file, you need a. PDFKit A JavaScript PDF generation library for Node and the browser. Let's get started! Adding Custom Fonts to jsPDF Otherwise, follow the steps in this tutorial. If you want use one of the above fonts, then you can set it using the setFont() method without taking any additional actions. By default, pdfmake will look for 'Roboto' in style 'normal'. The thing is I dont know the size of the PDF's content, it comes from the client side. Before getting started, we will need fonts. I am using pdfkit to create a new PDF, and node-typescript to code, and I want to each new page in a separate PDF file (with 1 page only).

#Pdfkit italic update#

The 14 standard PDF fonts are as follows: Let's create an index.js file, and update the package.json by adding the start script. If you want to include custom fonts to match your brand or style guide, then you're going to need to take a few extra steps. If you are using a standard PDF font, just pass the name to the font method. Of course, the fonts in question are fairly expensive, and acquiring a copy just for this purpose would be poor form.The standard jsPDF 1.5.3 implementation only supports the 14 standard PDF fonts. doc.font ('Helvetica-Bold') // as an example If you want to use ur own font: PDFKit supports embedding font files in the TrueType (.ttf), TrueType Collection (.ttc), and Datafork TrueType (.dfont) formats.To change the font used to render text, just call the font method. PDFSelection objects have an attributedString property, but for fonts that are not installed on my computer, the NSFont object is Helvetica. While PDFKit makes it easy to retrieve color, retrieving the original font name seems to be non-obvious. I now find that I have the opposite problem.

#Pdfkit italic code#

Pdfminer provides scripts with the font name, but not the color, and it has a number of other issues so I'm working on a Swift version of that program, using Apple's PDFKit, to extract the same features. doc PDFDocument the PDF document created with PDFKit svg SVGElement or string the SVG object or XML code x, y number the position where the SVG will be added options Object > - width, height number initial viewport, by default it's the page dimensions - preserveAspectRatio string override alignment of the SVG content inside its viewport - useCSS boolean use the CSS. For instance: bold, italic and color should trigger different behavior. The PDFKit API is designed to be simple, so generating complex documents. On some text segments, the font style can have semantic significance. PDFKit is a PDF document generation library for Node and the browser that makes creating complex, multi-page, printable documents easy. Besides Symbol and Zapf Dingbats this includes 4 styles (regular, bold, italic/oblique, bold+italic) of Helvetica. I wrote a script which parses information from PDF files and outputs it to HTML. PDFKit supports each of them out of the box.

[batbirdies]

Lol I also realized I switch between past and present tense in this all over the place. A terrible habit that I ignore when I’m trying to speed write, and fix later when I rewrite...so apologies.

[90minsofscreentime]

The Future Has Ended Before it’s Begun

Hello all! I am delighted to introduce my most recent fanfic! If you’ve been mentioned in this post it’s because I added you to a taglist of people I’d really like to check this story out! I’m so over the moon with how much I’ve written and how much I’ve enjoyed writing these past few days. Of course, you are under no obligation to read my work if you don’t want to! There will be no hard feelings <3

Also Available on AO3!

Summary: Peter’s gonna do it. He’s going to. He doesn’t care anymore - he’s going to get back at Harley in any way he possibly can and he’s about to. Fucking. Do it. Hell yeah. No longer will he be a prime target for jock bullying; no longer will he be wary of his own locker slamming onto his fingers before class and most importantly: no longer will Peter Parker have to hear one more insult, slur or degradation from Harley Fucking Keener. Even better - Peter hopes Harley never even looks in his direction ever again after this. What an absolute dream that would be.

Or: The one where Harley has been bullying Peter for so long that he finally snaps and comes up with the brilliant idea to sleep with his charming, debonair father: Tony Stark. (Because, let's be honest, Peter was looking for an excuse).

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,962

[Unfortunately the italics I used in both AO3 and Google Docs don’t translate here and I couldn’t find the strength to go through and italicise everything one by one, so while there aren’t any italics here, there are on AO3]

Peter’s gonna do it.

He’s going to.

He doesn’t care anymore - he’s going to get back at Harley in any way he possibly can and he’s about to. Fucking. Do it. 

Hell yeah.

No longer will he be a prime target for jock bullying; no longer will he be wary of his own locker slamming onto his fingers before class and most importantly: no longer will Peter Parker have to hear one more insult, slur or degradation from Harley Fucking Keener. Even better - Peter hopes Harley never even looks in his direction ever again after this. What an absolute dream that would be.

Peter had only attended this party - the party that Harley throws at the end of the year for the whole school (y’know, since he’s a rich-white-man’s-son kind of asshole) because MJ dragged him along in that brusque manner of hers, claiming that he was a “loser” for wanting to “sit and mope around at home again when this is literally the last time you’re gonna see any of these people now that we’ve graduated High School” and was subsequently told to “get up off your ass, make yourself look good and come downstairs, Ned’s waiting”.

Of course, Peter came along, but only for his friends. No way in hell was he ever going to go to a party like this by himself - not when he’s finally free from High School, Flash, Harley and everything in between.

For what it’s worth, the party wasn’t actually that bad to begin with (as much as Peter hates to admit it) but, again, he credits that to Ned and MJ just being their awesome, funny selves. MJ spent a lot of the evening going around the mansion of a house (seriously, it’s humongous) and telling all of their former classmates what she really thinks of them, swiftly followed by a bird being flipped by someone and then an unbothered exit on MJ’s part. Ned, on the other hand, has not been able to stop gushing about the high quality food being served, or the decor, or the retro arcade games set up in one room, or the round of beer pong that he actually won, or the compliments he received about his hat, or - okay - Ned hasn’t stopped gushing about anything since they entered the party, and to be honest… the excitement was kind of infectious. Peter actually began to enjoy himself, relishing in his last moments as a senior, surrounded by familiar faces - many of whom were actually quite nice to him throughout the course of his school years - but of course, one could not get through the party without bumping into the host…

...And now Peter’s evening is ruined.

Placating his friends’ worried expressions, Peter retreats - uh flees.. Um.. makes his way upstairs and away from the chest rumbling, ear numbing beat of heavy bass music, drunken chatter and shame. Maybe a few tears too.

The hallway is long and dark, modern and sleek and cold. The surfaces might as well be concrete. Dying dregs of sunlight filter through multiple walls of windows and Peter stares out at what little there remains of a once serene dusk. Peter feels raw. Hollow. On display. 

He’s going to do it.

Peter knows Harley’s Dad is in the house - he entered through the front door somewhere in the middle of the party, warning Harley to not keep the festivities going for too long, “Your old man needs his beauty sleep”, before going up the stairs, turning around on the landing and yelling: “Oh, and if anyone ‘stays over’, make sure to kick them out before I have to meet them over breakfast tomorrow - I’m not one for awkward conversations with one night stands, punk.” 

Oh boy.

Harely’s Dad sure is… something. Peter’s interest in him isn’t just revenge fueled agenda, in fact, he views the man with a kind of curious admiration. There were always whispers about his successful business between parents and carers during school trips and plays - harsh mutters about his lack of presence as a father for his son, or as a participant at PTA meetings - but Peter will never forget the time when Mr. Stark did show up for a school trip.

It wasn’t that long ago actually. It was an Academic Decathlon that took place in DC and all the parents of the team were invited to watch their kids slam buzzers and answer trivia for a big shiny trophy - the ‘trophy’ part being the one motivator for players like Harley and Flash, where Peter, Ned and MJ just… really like knowing weird stuff, okay? Anyway, Peter answered the “Sudden Death” question correctly and subsequently won Midtown Tech the trophy and the title and all the glory. It’s up there as one of his favourite memories, honestly, and what came after only served to enhance the high that Peter was riding from his success.

After hogging the trophy all evening, Flash and Harley were finally convinced to let the other teammates pass it around, MJ presenting it to Peter last in an overdramatic fashion, the (almost) entirety of the Decathlon team cheering and whistling, before separating to drive back home with their respective families. Aunt May needed to use the bathroom so Peter said his goodbyes, handed the trophy to Mr. Harrison, and waited by the building’s entrance.

“They should’ve let you keep the trophy,” Peter jerked and turned his head towards an unfamiliar voice. “You were the best player up there, kid - gave the final question and everything.” A smirk followed the statement and Peter began to get a good look at the stranger.

He was incredibly handsome. A distinguished, yet roguish kind of handsome. His dark hair was artfully tousled, his goatee trimmed to razor sharp perfection, defining his acute jaw, and his eyes were a hypnotising whiskey - pools of colour that enhanced his effortless charisma, whilst also hiding a deeper emotion. His eyes looked tired, his crows feet gently creased and his mouth slightly strained at the corners. God, was Peter swooning big time. He was also not saying anything. Shit.. Uhh..

“Uhh.. Thank you, Sir, but it really is a team effort. I definitely wouldn’t be able to do a solo Academic Decathlon, i-if such a competition even exists, so… yeah,” Ugh... Peter still cringes thinking about his response to this day. God, he’s lame.

“Yeah sure, it’s a team contest, but kid, you answered more questions than the whole ‘team’ combined,” The man insisted. “Hell, you answered two times as many questions as my son - meaning I obviously messed up somewhere raising the guy.”

Oh, he was a parent. Of course he was, why would a random guy watch a Decathlon of High Schoolers and then strike up a conversation with one outside, Peter? Yeah, ‘parent’ made much more sense.

“Oh uh, Who’s your son?” Peter turned his body to fully face the older man, hands gripping his backpack straps, silently hoping May stayed in the bathroom for at least a few more minutes.

“I happen to be responsible for the punk with the blonde mop of hair and way too much self confidence for his age,” The man said, gesturing down the steps of the building to where Flash was talking with… Oh God, please no …

“Harley?” Peter tried to keep the disbelief out of his voice. Judging by the look that was on Harley’s Dad’s face though, Peter probably didn’t succeed. “So uh, you’re Mr. Keener then?”

“Stark.”

“What?” Peter, about to do a light introduction and shake the man’s hand, started to drop his arm. 

“Tony Stark, kid,” The drooping hand was grasped in a firm, calloused, ohmygodhishandsfeelsonice grip - as was the breath in Peter’s chest. “And you?”

“Oh uh, I-I’m Peter Parker, Sir…” Neither one of them had let go yet.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Parker,” Tony Stark gave a lazy grin and gently released the hold he had on Peter. The physical hold, that is.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Stark…”

With a final smirk and a parting salute, Tony Stark made his way down the stairs of the venue, grabbed Harley by the scruff and dragged him to a black car before driving off. Peter had stared at the car, frozen in place, eyes remaining on the vehicle even as it faded from sight.

Mr. Stark was also at his graduation ceremony. He was sitting next to a blonde woman.

Peter noticed him the moment the school had settled and the first speech began. He was sporting a pair of golden aviators, a form-fitting blazer, a white tee and some tight jeans. In short, he looked good. Like, really good. Better than good actually - he was all the adjectives. Peter couldn’t stop staring at him.

When Peter’s name was called he made his way across the stage, smiled at May’s cheers and turned to shake Principal Mortita’s hand, before moving to sit with the other students - making eye contact with Mr. Stark whilst doing so. Holyshitholyshithe’slookingthisway- Peter had thought. The man sent him a smirk and a nod of approval and Peter felt himself blush, raising a shy hand and sending back a timid smile in return.

Peter couldn’t stop looking at him for the rest of the ceremony. He probably wasn’t being subtle in the slightest. He just remembers feeling transfixed by the captivating man - frozen and drawn in and… incredibly warm. Nervous butterflies fluttered in his stomach every time their gazes met - Hell, every time he so much as glanced at the man his tummy would clench and thrill, buzzing with anticipation for… something. Peter had never felt this way about anyone before.

And he hasn’t since.

After what seemed like hours, the final speech concluded and everyone rose from their seats to mingle and chatter and take last-minute pictures in their graduation gowns - Peter making a beeline to May who couldn’t stop smiling and crying and laughing and taking hundreds of pictures of him and his friends. Peter really enjoys that memory too. And it seemed Mr. Stark had a habit of appearing during the best moments of his life, serving to make them even better.

Case in point, May leaving to use the bathroom and Ned and MJ taking off to greet and share pictures with their respective families, leaving Peter alone on the outskirts of the sports hall.

“Once again, Mr. Parker you have managed to outdo all of your classmates in terms of Academic accomplishments,” Peter looked up at the now familiar voice and sight of Mr. Stark approaching his solitary corner. God, but those butterflies were raving.

“And once again, Mr. Stark, you have grossly exaggerated my academic skill,” Peter returned, incredibly smoothly he might add, definitely making up for his awful first impression. “Plus I don't think you should be saying my accomplishments are better than your own son’s, Sir, especially at his graduation,” Whoops, that might’ve been a bit too scathing… But Mr. Stark looked as if he was astonished and delighted by Peter’s newfound snark (Peter doesn’t blame him; even he can’t recall where this sudden ability to socialise came from).

“I’ll only compliment Harley when he’s done something worthwhile with his life, lest his ego get too inflated for him to make it through doors,” Mr. Stark replied, somewhat bitterly, looking to the other side of the gym where Harley was talking with the woman Mr. Stark had sat with all day. “God, I wish there was less of me in that punk.”

“What’s so wrong with you, Sir?” Peter asked carefully, glancing up at Mr. Stark and tilting his head. Mr. Stark looked back at him with amusement.

“Think of all the worst traits that Harley has, kid,” Peter started listing them in his head. Egotistical, self-absorbed, selfish, violently competitive, just downright mean honestly. “Yeah he got all of that from me,” Mr. Stark muttered with a self-deprecating grimace. 

“Well to be honest, Sir, you’ve only ever been kind and flattering to me and neither of those words came to my head, so clearly Harley has been ignoring all of your good traits.”

A genuine, surprised smile began to blossom on Mr. Stark’s face, making his eyes twinkle and his crows feet crease delightfully.

“Who’s the flatterer now, huh?” Mr. Stark laughed and nudged Peter’s shoulder playfully. “God, kid… You just made my day.”

“Hey Peter! Sorry I took so long, the line was an absolute- Oh!” Aunt May effectively broke their little spell and Peter discreetly shook his head, thoroughly rattled by how enchanted he was for a second there. For a moment, it seemed like the entire hall - no, the entire world - had narrowed down to just the two of them. It was dangerous, it threw Peter off his guard. It was heavenly. “Hi there, Do I know you?” May came to a stop in front of them, gesturing to Mr. Stark with a confused, slightly sceptical look on her face.

“You must be Mrs. Parker,” Mr. Stark extended his hand to May for a shake, clasping their hands together once she reached in. “Tony Stark,” He began with a grin, flashing his perfect teeth. “I’m responsible for one of the students graduating today, he’s actually in a lot of Peter’s classes, so I thought I’d come over and congratulate him.”

“Mr. Stark was also at the Decathlon, May,” Peter added, trying to make eye contact with her and not glare holes into where Mr. Stark and his Aunt’s hands were joined. Get a grip, Parker-

“Oh! Nice to meet you then - I assume you saw how my nephew absolutely crushed the other school’s team?” May grinned, letting go of Mr. Stark’s hand (finally) to put an arm around Peter and hug him to her side proudly. Oh God.

“May-” Peter tried to interject, feeling his face rapidly heat up to the point of embarrassment. Not in front of Mr. Stark-

“No, no, Pete, she’s right. I wholeheartedly agree actually,” A handsome grin stretched across Mr. Stark’s face and his head tilted attractively to one side as he observed the display. “Your nephew has got an incredibly bright future ahead of him, which is more than I can say for my kid,” His eyes softened. “If I were you, I’d be so, so proud of the person he’s become and the things he’s accomplished,” Mr. Stark was obviously talking to May there, so why was he looking into Peter’s eyes? Why was Peter so transfixed? And why, oh why was Mr. Stark saying such kind things about him?

What is this man doing to him?

“I am proud,” May crooned, startling Peter out of his reverie once again - seriously he needs to stop that - and bringing his attention to her shining eyes. “Very, very proud.” Peter can still remember that little moment between them to this day; that shared look of pride, gratitude and mutual grief. It felt good to hear those words. Mr. Stark shifted in the corner of his eye.

“Well,” Mr. Stark clapped his hands together. “I know when I’m a third wheel. You two enjoy the celebrations tonight, okay?”

“We will, Mr. Stark. It was lovely to meet you,” May smiled, probably under the same spell that Mr. Stark seemed to cast on everyone he met.

“You too. Take care, Mrs. Parker,” Beautiful, dark eyes slid to catch Peter’s. “Peter.”

With that, Mr. Stark sauntered to the other side of the hall, ruffling Harley’s hair, exchanging some words and a curt nod with the blonde lady before pushing open the double doors of the gym and disappearing into the afternoon sun.

Peter hasn’t seen him again until now. Until this party. This fucking party.

The halls seem to stretch out forever in this mansion, making it frustratingly difficult for Peter to try and navigate. To try and “accidentally” find Mr. Stark. So frustrating, in fact, that Peter gives up after just a few empty rooms and slides down a perfect wall onto a perfect hallway carpet and stares out of a perfect window into a perfect garden. His heart is still pounding from the altercation downstairs, his chest still clenching with shame and fear, his side still bleeding from the harsh daggers thrown so carelessly his way. It hurts. The insults and jeers always did hurt, but something about tonight has made that ever-approaching tide of cruelty finally reach Peter, completely overwhelming him. The sheer volume of taunts had never seemed that significant before, but now that he’s thinking about them - now that they’ve caught up to him - Peter can feel himself being swept up in an endless surf of suffocating, terrifying indignity. Peter’s eyes start to sting. This is stupid, he’s ready to go home now.

It’s in this state of distressed exhaustion where the sounds of the downstairs party become muffled and Peter starts to tune into a different kind of music somewhere else in the house. A guitar wails quietly as if it’s underwater, accompanied by bass, drums and keyboards, luring Peter to stand up and investigate. Strains of music lead Peter to the right side of the house, where he gets close enough to catch a faint tune sung by a deep, growling voice.

Born in a graveyard adopted by sin,

I cultivate evil that's living within.

A warm glow seeps through an open crack of a door, spilling into the hallway and sliding towards Peter’s feet, carrying the - now pretty loud - music with it. With a delicate tread, Peter steps closer and creaks the door open.

A preacher tried saving my black damaged soul,

Possessed by a demon that had full control.

A record player sits at the back centre of a room, crooning and crackling, sending classic rock to every corner of what seems to be a study - an incredibly cosy, leather-y, expensive looking study, with bookshelves embedded in almost every wall. The one side of the room without a bookshelf holds a gorgeous fireplace that appears to be the main source of lighting, as the sophisticated lamps are extremely dimmed and (unlike the lengthy hallways) there are no floor-to-ceiling windows. Plush white sofas circle the hearth to the right of the room while a grand desk is situated to the far left; books that aren’t shelved are strewn on every surface and there are two closed doors in both bottom corners of the room. 

This can’t belong to Harley, Peter thinks, it has to be Mr. Stark’s study. It certainly looks that way. Everything about the room screams class, charm and… sexiness. Yeah, okay, Peter’s such a dork, he finds older men’s offices sexy, laugh at him all you want, but who’s the real winner here? The person making fun of the dork? Or the dork who gets to breathe in a heavenly, woodsy smell and just imagine the elegant, alluring man he’s been fantasising about for the better part of weeks now standing right in front of hi-

“Peter?”

Shit.

Mr. Stark emerges from the connecting door to his right, a tumbler of amber liquid in one hand, single-handedly surpassing all of those aforementioned fantasies of Peter’s in one fell swoop. God, but he looks incredible in loungewear right now; his black long-sleeved t-shirt and sweats, coupled with deep red socks has Peter’s aviary of butterflies swarming once again in his core - desperate, enamoured and wanting.

“Uh, h-hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter stutters, his panic rising by the second. Oh shit, how’s he gonna explain this?

“What are you doing up here?” Mr. Stark glides over to him, his mystifying eyes searching Peter’s in the dim lighting. “The bumping and grinding downstairs not doing it for you?”

A startled huff of a laugh pushes through Peter’s lips and he has to look away from that intense gaze for a second. The glowing fire and dull lamps are only serving to create an atmosphere designed to torture Peter with how exceptional Mr. Stark looks highlighted by orange, yellow and red. He looks like a God. A God that Peter hasn’t answered yet. Shit.

“Yeah, no, Mr. Stark - this kind of party’s never really been my scene,” Peter glances up shyly at this, finding the same simmering stare looking back at him. “I needed to get away… I might just go home now actually,” Peter mumbles, fiddling with his hands and moving to stare at his feet. Nice job, Pete, now you look absolutely pathetic in front of the smoothest man in the history of men. Mr. Stark probably hosted all the best parties when he was a teenager and didn’t have to scurry away in fear halfway through.

“I get that, kid,” Mr. Stark rumbles soothingly, like a big cat comforting a stray cub. “House parties can be intense at the best of times and not really all that good for your safety considering the illegal junk that makes an appearance during most of them. It’s good that you’ve got a better scene to be enjoying, rather than the one that can potentially end you up in juvenile detention.”

“Actually, I’d just be going to prison since, y’know, I’m eighteen,” Peter returns quietly, feeling far more relaxed now that Mr. Stark hasn’t made fun of him or kicked him out or anything.

“Even better - or even worse, in fact - prison certainly isn’t a good time. Look at you, being all responsible, I’m impressed,” Mr. Stark jokes softly, his eyes crinkling delightfully when Peter lets out a soft chuckle. There’s a slight pause as they look at each other. “Do you have a way to get home then? Someone to give you a lift?” Mr. Stark asks. Oh yeah, he was leaving wasn’t he? After his ridiculous, unrealistic plan of revenge fell through.

“Uh, well, I came here with two friends and they’re supposed to be my ride but-” Peter’s breath hitches. Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry. “-I uh… I left them downstairs and I don’t know where they are, so they might’ve left already… Or they could still be here, but they might want to stay longer so-” A single tear sneaks out of Peter’s eye and he hurries to scrub it away with a frustrated huff. Damnit. Wasn’t the original idea to seduce Mr. Stark? God, what was he thinking? The man probably feels so turned on watching some random teen cry right now.

“Come and sit down, Peter,” Mr. Stark hums, gently steering him towards one of the lavish sofas and setting him down on the buttery cushions, stroking Peter’s shoulders comfortingly and murmuring “It’s alright, Pete, it’s okay,” and honestly, that just makes Peter’s eyes water even more. This man is so kind and beautiful - he doesn’t deserve to be a pawn in Peter’s vindictive schemes. He probably wouldn’t even entertain the idea of sleeping with Peter to get back at his own son, let alone sleep with him for his own pleasure, or desire, or attraction or… anything like that.

“Stay here, okay?” Mr. Stark gives his arm a final pat before moving to the back of the study to turn down the record player, until the music becomes much more ambient and a lot less blaring. 

God of the almighty never answers their call.

Satan is just waiting for the righteous to fall to him.

Mr. Stark lets out a little exhale as he sits down next to Peter, resting his hands on his knees and inclining his head towards him. After a moment of silence (and slight awkwardness) Mr. Stark shuffles a bit closer - close enough that Peter could touch their knees together if he really wanted to (he really wants to) - and slings his arm over the back of the sofa.

“Okay,” The older man begins, splaying his hands in preparation to gesticulate. “The first thing you’re gonna do is message your friends and tell them that they don’t need to wait up for you to leave the party,” At Peter’s look of confusion, Mr. Stark continues. “Because I’m gonna give you a lift home, okay?” 

“Oh God, Mr. Stark, you really don’t have to do that, I can-” 

“Woah, woah, try to appear a bit less aghast at the notion of riding with me Pete, it’s hurting my ego a bit.” Mr. Stark brings a hand to his chest in mock-offence.

“No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that, Mr. Stark! I’m perfectly fine with riding you to m- R-Riding with you I mean! Oh my God, I-I didn’t-” If there’s a God up there, can he get the memo and smite him already? Peter has already dug himself a grave as it is. 

“Take it easy, Petey, I know what you meant, it’s okay,” Mr. Stark chuckles, crossing his legs before reaching out to touch Peter’s bicep placatingly. God, Peter loves it when Mr. Stark touches him - he’s only really interacted with him three times, but Peter has no idea how he managed his everyday life until now without this man. “I don’t mind driving you, Pete. You’re clearly not in a very good state at the moment and I don’t want your friends worrying about you all night under my roof, okay?” Peter nods. “I assume the reason you were getting a ride was because May can’t drive you?” 

“Yeah, May’s working tonight,” Peter confirms. Mr. Stark remembered May’s name.

“Alright, so let your pals know about the change of plans then,” Mr. Stark moves back slightly and reaches for his drink on the coffee table, giving Peter an opportunity to get out his phone. Whilst typing in a quick message to the group chat, Peter can’t help but look at Mr. Stark out of the corner of his eye as the older man takes a delicate sip of what appears to be alcohol before setting it back on the polished wood in front of him. Peter can’t believe how generous Mr. Stark’s being - how caring and thoughtful. The way Mr. Stark has catered to Peter’s sensitive state and told him what to do in such an assured, calming manner is just doing all of the things to him right now. And he means all the things. Now is not the time to be popping a boner thinking about being ordered around by your bully’s Dad, Peter. 

“Done,” Peter croaks, clearing his suddenly dry throat.

“Done? Good,” The older man angles himself towards Peter again, giving him his full attention. “Now, the next thing is for me to ask you if you want to talk about whatever’s made you so upset,” Oh boy, so the hard part then. “Even if you don’t want to talk, I recommend taking a few minutes to relax, cry, sleep - whatever - because the few therapist appointments I’ve had have taught me that suppressing emotions is a no-no,” Mr. Stark jokes, making Peter grin involuntarily. So charming.

“But at the end of the day, Pete,” Mr. Stark continues. “It’s your choice, alright? I could take you home straight away if that would make you more comfortable.”

“No,” Peter blurts, a tad too loudly and bluntly in his opinion. “N-No, I… I’d like to stay for a little bit… w-with you,” He trails off, gaze retreating to his lap. God, he hasn’t felt this nervous in forever. High School finals could never come close to Tony Stark.

“Perfect,” Mr. Stark breathes, then subsequently clears his throat. “That’s fine with me Pete - keep me updated, okay?” Peter nods and smiles gratefully, letting out a relieved breath. Simply spending time with Mr. Stark is infinitely better than his ill-advised ‘revenge’ plan.

The older man turns away briefly to reach for a remote and turn on the wide T.V settled above the fire. Flickering to life, the large flat-screen displays an episode of Friends, already half-way through and seemingly on a channel that shows only reruns of Friends episodes, if the rest of the T.V guide is any indication. After scrolling for a moment, Mr. Stark can’t seem to find anything more interesting at this time of night, so he goes back to the reruns channel and lets Rachel argue her heart out with an exasperated Ross. It’s mostly for ambience, Peter guesses. He doesn’t think either of them are die-hard fans of the show, but Peter appreciates the tinny laugh tracks coupled with the record player that’s still droning on. He feels calm and relaxed - probably for the first time in hours - all thanks to the wonderful man sitting next to him. So close that Peter can feel the body heat coming from his side; smell the warm, woodsy scent… So close that Peter knows the butterflies in his tummy and the hold on his mind - his heart - won’t be released anytime soon.

Slowly, emboldened by the hypnotic calm that has washed over the two of them, Peter tilts his head to flop gently onto Mr. Stark’s shoulder. Before the younger man can panic too much about his actions, the defined arm that was previously resting on the couch behind him draws ever closer to wrap itself around Peter’s side protectively, selflessly and (Peter can only dream) affectionately. It’s probably the stress of the evening, the fresh bout of mocking he endured and the fact that he’s curled up with the man of his dreams that makes Peter’s throat sting; makes his vision blur; makes his breath hitch and it’s probably some sense of obligation that makes Mr. Stark squeeze him a little closer and rub his arm soothingly in response to the shaky exhales of breath he’s letting out, but just for the moment, Peter pretends it’s something more. Mr. Stark heaves a deep sigh before moving to speak.

“Tell me what happened, Pete,” He murmurs, in that ever caring, ever understanding baritone. Peter tells him. He tells him about his reservations to come to a house party; he tells him about his incredible friends and how they managed to help him eventually enjoy himself; he tells Mr. Stark about his son’s endless harassment and bullying, about how he’d managed to brush it off for so long, but for some reason it was all too much tonight, resulting in his retreat from the main area of the house, away from the party - away from everybody. He doesn’t tell Mr. Stark about his spontaneous revenge plan. Instead, he skips to the part where he heard music and decided to follow it - his voice faltering with every new development - finishing his story with a ragged gasp, followed by a somewhat controlled breath in an attempt to calm himself, lest he burst into unrestrained sobs.

There’s a charged silence. Mr. Stark’s hand has long stopped stroking his arm and instead holds it still with a firm squeeze. If Peter’s head hadn’t slid down to the man’s firm chest, rising and falling with every breath, he’d assume the man had stopped dead. Sassing with someone about their troublesome son during graduation is one thing, telling them that same son has been your bully for years by crying on their chest and hugging their side is another thing entirely. Peter can’t imagine what’s going through Mr. Stark’s head right now. Worst case scenario would be an angry, protective father who unblinkingly vouches for his child against this random kid of the same age; best case scenario would be a Mr. Stark who returns Peter’s hopeless crush, but - in Peter’s totally unemotionally compromised opinion - both of those seem pretty unlikely at present, so he can only hope the middle ground isn’t too awful. Mr. Stark shifts, bringing his other arm up to cradle Peter’s waist in a loose hug.

“Peter,” He utters, huskily. “I am… so, so sorry you had to go through all that,” With a quick breath, Mr. Stark seems to come to life again, smoothing Peter’s arm with one hand, rubbing patterns on his back with the other.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispers, still teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

“No,” Mr. Stark insists, his voice firm and unyielding. “No, it’s not okay, you hear me? You are  in no position whatsoever to apologise for being a victim of harassment, okay? Harley is to blame - that little shit - no, if anyone, you should be blaming me for not raising him properly-”

“No! Mr. Stark I don’t blame you at all,” Peter cuts in, rising up on his knees and looking Mr. Stark in the eye, because - anxiousness about eye-contact be damned - Peter needs to stress how much this isn’t Mr. Stark’s fault.

“-and for not teaching my own son that bullying people to the point of tears isn’t fucking okay!” Mr. Stark curses, distress tensing every line of his person; anger etched into the handsome creases on his face. Despite Peter’s kneeling up, they’re both still holding onto each other and Peter belatedly realises that this is the closest they’ve been - their faces inches apart.

“Trust me, Mr. Stark,” Peter stresses, looking straight into those distraught eyes, the colour of whiskey. “You’re the last person I would think of to blame for anything,” Mr. Stark’s hands tighten where they’re clenched on Peter’s body. “You’re not responsible.”

“You don’t blame me?” Mr. Stark queries, head tilting minutely.

“No,” Peter responds. Mr. Stark smiles, resigned and bitter.

“You should. You should hold me responsible, kid.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“You should,” Mr. Stark repeats. “There’s far too much of me in that punk, I told you,” Peter swallows, remembering the reference he’s making. Their reference.

“You’ve never bullied me, Mr. Stark,” He emphasises, jaw clenching. “I’d say that’s a noticeable difference.”

“Still, I’m not proud of myself for this,” The older man puffs, world-weary and disheartened. “I should’ve put a stop to it sooner.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter retorts. “I. Don’t. Blame. You,” Eyebrows furrowed, Peter continues to stare Mr. Stark down, determined not to lose this argument.

“You shou-” Mr. Stark begins, but Peter interrupts him. With his lips. Or more specifically: with a kiss.

For a moment it’s still - it’s bliss - it’s Mr. Stark’s moist, alcohol tinged lips against his own and then Peter jerks.

What the hell is he doing?

Peter hastily detaches himself from the older man’s face, but doesn’t retreat very far, leaving their heads incredibly close, their hot breath mingling in between their matching expressions of shock. Holy shit… Holyshitholyshitholyshit-

“I’m sorry! I didn’t-” Peter breathes hurriedly, only to be cut off by Mr. Stark’s finger against his lips.

“Shh,” Mr. Stark hushes, his expression morphing into something curious. Not disgusted, not horrified: curious. 

The finger on Peter’s lips gently drags across the flesh, moving onto the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, until a large, warm hand is cupping the side of Peter’s head. In his chest, Peter’s heart is pounding impossibly loud, throbbing in his ears and making his cheeks flush a fierce red - Mr. Stark can probably hear it in the tense silence between their bodies; he can probably feel it from the hands resting on Peter’s face and arm respectively. Their eyes have yet to tear away from each other. Mr. Stark gazes with microscopic intent - searching for something in Peter, in his eyes. What are you looking for? He wants to ask. What are you hoping to see?

Eyes still locked, the hand cradling Peter’s head starts to pull forward, bringing their faces closer and closer - inch by excruciating inch - until they’re virtually a hair’s breadth away. Mr. Stark’s all encompassing eyes dart down to Peter’s lips, staring hotly as Peter slowly wets them with his tongue, his pupils dilating almost imperceptibly had they not been so close. Peter drops his own gaze to look at Mr. Stark’s plush mouth in kind - the flesh rosy and shining from the alcohol he drank (and probably Peter’s saliva too). He’s gorgeous. He’s effervescent. Peter wants to kiss him again and again and again, and from the way the older man meets his stare once more - eyes hooded and almost completely black - it’s not too hard to guess Mr. Stark wants the same thing.

With a conclusive breath huffed between them, their mouths meet for the second time, both men unsure of who initiated it; both men rapturous with undeniable pleasure. A shared sigh of bliss is released, the breath from their noses puffing on the other’s face, warming the little space left between them and sending shivers down Peter’s arched spine - is this what heaven feels like? 

Rising higher on his knees, Peter tilts his head down to where Mr. Stark is still sitting and wraps his arms around the older man’s neck, holding on for dear life as their mouths start to open and they begin to taste each other. Mr. Stark shifts in response and wraps his arms fully around Peter’s middle, squeezing euphorically, causing Peter to breathe an involuntary moan.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter sighs into Mr. Stark's open, gasping mouth. Their lips dance for a moment, their open mouths grazing and sliding, before Mr. Stark surges forward to reconnect them - his groan vibrating Peter’s skin.

“Mmm, Pete,” Mr. Stark grunts, squeezing their bodies together once more, before tipping back to lie on the plush cushions, taking Peter with him. Rearranging his legs so he’s straddling the older man, Peter moves back down to connect their bodies, only for his quickly developing hard-on to meet the significantly larger bulge in Mr. Stark’s pants. “Ah, fuck,” Mr. Stark groans, detaching their lips to tilt his head up in pleasure.

“Nngh, is this okay?” Peter whispers, almost shaking with restraint, trying to keep his hips from desperately rutting into Mr. Stark’s. He doesn’t want to appear overeager and end up cumming before anything’s truly begun yet.

“I should be the one asking you, kid,” Mr. Stark grits, shuffling them both further up the couch so he can rest his head on the plush leather arm and look down at their bodies. “You sure you wanna do this? With me?”

“Oh, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes. “I’ve been wanting this ever since I first met you,” He confesses boldly. Were he not out of his mind with lust he’d probably be mortified to reveal such a thing, but when his head is grasped and pulled back in so Mr Stark’s tongue can penetrate his slippery mouth, Peter quickly forgets his fears of humiliation. 

As soon as their tongues slide together, Peter’s hips jolt without his permission, thoroughly turned on by the wet sounds they’re making as Mr. Stark holds him still and dominates every crevice of his mouth. The older man tastes heavenly: the alcohol he was drinking is sharp and addicting when shared via Mr. Stark’s spit, and the deep sounds he’s grunting into Peter’s mouth are just as delectable, if not more so.

“Yeah?” Mr. Stark moans, somehow still speaking whilst licking around Peter’s mouth. “You get off thinking about me? The father of the kid that bullies you? Does that get you hard, Petey?” Peter lets out a throaty shout he didn’t know he could make. Fuck, that’s hot. His hips speed up. “Do you want revenge, baby?”

“Yes!” Peter wails. “That’s why I came upstairs tonight,” He whimpers, eyes squeezed closed in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, really?” Mr. Stark pants, dragging his lips down Peter’s cheek to mouth at his jaw.

“Yes, yes!” Peter exclaims. “I was so angry, I wanted to make sure he never - ah! - looked at me again,” His body trembles as Mr. Stark grabs his hips and grinds their fronts together with fervour. “But, I also, hah… I wanted - needed - a reason to f- uhnn, to sleep with you.”

“Ngh, Peter… baby,” The hands on Peter’s hips slide lower to grope his ass, hard. “Coming to find me during my son’s party,” Mr. Stark slows their movements to an easy, pain-staking rhythm. “Revenge at the forefront of your mind, intending to seduce me with your beautiful tears and alluring doe eyes,” The older man moves to lay back against the arm of the couch, stopping to just admire Peter’s kiss-swollen lips, ruddy cheeks and glazed eyes. “Not even knowing that you could’ve asked me to eat you out at your graduation and I’d have dropped to my knees right then and there,” Peter gasps as fresh heat flares in his tummy - those butterflies finally released from their cages, completely free to flutter around where they please. “You’ve had me wrapped around your little finger the moment you stepped on that Decathlon stage, in your little blazer with your serious face and your incredible, fantastic brain-” Mr. Stark cuts himself off to kiss Peter furiously, removing the hands previously clutching at Peter’s ass to thread through locks of chocolate brown hair, holding his head steady. Always so gentle, always so delicate, as if Peter’s made of porcelain. “You’re so fucking smart, Pete, so smart and fascinating; so darn perfect, I’m obsessed with you,” He kisses Peter once more before stopping to stare into his eyes, completely enamoured and full of… affection. “I’d much rather have you as my son.”

Peter freezes. His control vanishes and he cums. Instantly. His mouth open in a silent scream of elation; his hands clenching where they’re holding Mr. Stark’s shoulders. I’d much rather have you as my son. Fuuuck, fuck - Peter’s already getting hard again just thinking about those words. To be Mr. Stark’s son, to be Mr. Stark’s boy… He’d be so good for him, he’d never cross a line or talk back; he’d always do what he was told and he’d do whatever it took to make Mr. Stark proud of him every single day. 

“Oh fuck, Petey, darling, look at you - of course you’d cum untouched like that for me - fuck, you’re so perfect,” Mr. Stark frantically kisses every part of Peter’s face he can reach. “You’re Daddy’s perfect boy.” Peter whines at that, because God… He did not know he had a Daddy kink until now - until Tony. Maybe he just has a Tony Stark kink. “Yeah, you like that, baby? Of course you do - it’s like you were tailor made just for me,” Mr. Stark coos, scratching his fingers passionately through Peter’s hair. “D’you wanna be Daddy’s good boy, Pete?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Peter sobs, his face slack and his eyes watering from the overwhelming everything happening all at once.

“Okay, baby, it’s okay - Daddy’s got you - Daddy’s never letting you go,” Mr. Stark murmurs soothingly, stroking and kissing every part of Peter that comes in reach. “Hop up for me, baby, that’s it,” Peter sits up as instructed, Mr. Stark following behind. “I want to eat you out, Petey, can you take off your pants for me?” Mr. Stark purrs, pawing at the fabric of Peter’s jeans - hungry. Peter hasn’t taken off a pair of jeans quicker in his life.

Once free of his boxers, Peter allows himself to be manhandled by Mr. Stark so he’s sitting above the older man’s face, the position sending ripples of humiliation through Peter’s body - especially when Mr. Stark breathes “Oh, yes,” as soon as Peter’s settled inches away from him.

“I can’t wait to ravish you, Peter,” Mr. Starks croons, thumbs lifting to spread Peter’s already extremely exposed cheeks further apart, giving the man an unobstructed view of his pink, untouched, virgin hole. Peter’s thighs quiver with nerves and anticipation, his heart rabbiting away in his tight chest. He clutches at the wrists of his sweater and button-down combo, creating little paws for his hands to fumble in. Sensing Peter’s tension (as he always seems to do), Mr. Stark rubs at Peter’s skin and hums soothingly. “Is this your first time, Pete?”

“Mmhm,” Peter mumbles.

“It’s okay to be nervous, we can do something else if you’d like?”

“No, I want to do this, Mr- uhm… D-Daddy,” Peter stammers, face rapidly heating up. “I-I want to be a good boy for you…”

“Oh, sweetheart, you already are, but I’ll gladly eat this delicious ass regardless,” Mr. Stark quips, slapping the meat of Peter’s ass gently. “I probably won’t be able to stop, even after you cum,” He muses, kneading Peter’s flesh with intent.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” Peter says, hands twitching, desperate with the need to touch this awe-inspiring man.

“Perfect boy,” Mr. Stark utters fondly. “You know what? Let me…” The older man reaches down with one hand to blindly yank down his sweats and boxer briefs, revealing his impressive erect member to Peter’s salivating gaze. That’s the most beautiful cock he’s ever seen in his life… “There, you can play with my cock while Daddy tastes your beautiful hole, okay?” Peter immediately leans down to press a chaste kiss to the glistening head. “Ah, just like that, baby… just like that.”

They both begin exploring each other, licking and sucking and spitting and slobbering with exhilarated abandon, moaning without restraint or embarrassment - their minds focused on one thing and one thing alone: the other’s pleasure. That being said, Peter’s finding it somewhat difficult to coordinate his mouth whilst Mr. Stark is working wonders spearing his tongue in and out of Peter’s hole - wetting it, sucking it, just all in all devouring it like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. But Peter tries regardless, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head to the best of his ability, stopping every now and then to follow the vein from the underside to the tip with his tongue and suckle on the weeping head. Peter’s heard of cock whores and cocksluts from porn and films and such, but now he thinks he gets it. Just like how Mr. Stark won’t be able to stop eating him out after climaxing, Peter doesn’t think he’ll stop sucking this gorgeous, girthy cock until he’s physically dragged away.

“Ooh, yes, Peter, just like that,” Mr. Stark moans as Peter starts sucking and swirling his tongue around the head of the older man’s cock. 

“Uhn, right there, right there,” Peter responds, shyly bucking back against Mr. Stark’s heavenly mouth.

“C’mon, Pete, ride Daddy’s face,” Mr. Stark encourages, using the hands he’s resting on Peter’s ass to start up a steady rhythm. “That’s it, don’t be shy, Daddy wants you to ride his face as hard as you can, baby,” Keening at the man’s vulgar words, Peter begins rocking, delicately uncertain at first, but as soon as Mr. Stark starts sucking on his rim and penetrating his hole, Peter can’t stop himself. The little restraint he had left snaps as he surrenders to his body’s movements, letting his hips grind, swivel and thrust of their own accord, doubling his efforts on Mr. Stark’s cock by sinking down further - gags and gurgles impeding his progress, but never stopping him for long. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Mr. Stark’s gravelly, muffled voice chants behind him. “That’s it, that’s it, ride me, honey - suck my cock just like that-”

“Mmphf,” Peter groans enthusiastically, repeating himself when Mr. Stark lets out an uninhibited cry at the sensation. “Mmm!”

“Ngh, yeah, moan on my cock, sweetness,” A loud slurp interrupts Mr. Stark’s speech. He must be drooling all over himself, Peter thinks delightfully. “Let Daddy feel how much you love it.”

“Mmm! I love it, I love it-” Peter slurs, lips still attached to the older man’s heavenly length, abhorring the idea of stopping his ministrations for even a second. “I love your cock, I love you, Daddy,” Mr. Stark’s hips cant upwards in response and a particularly loud and unrestrained moan follows the confession.

“Ah, fuck! Uhn, I love you too, baby. God, the things you do to me-” Mr. Stark gasps for breath, but never falters in the attention he’s giving Peter’s slick hole. “-Daddy’s gonna cum, darling, you’re gonna make Daddy cum-”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m close, I wanna-” Peter squeals with sheer ecstasy as a rough hand circles his drenched cock. “I wanna cum with you, Daddy!”

“Ride me hard then, baby,” Mr. Stark pants, hand speeding up where it holds Peter’s cock. “Suck Daddy as hard as you can for me,” Peter immediately complies, slurping and bobbing with abandon, uncensoring his cries and whines and muffled ‘ah, ah, ah’s. His ass bounces wildly, the rhythm of their bodies bordering on animalistic as they chase their climax together. “Daddy’s cumming baby, Ah! Yes! Cum with me Peter, cum for me now-”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming, I-” Peter wails as the ferocious heat in his stomach blazes, getting hotter and hotter until it finally overflows, shooting across his whole body from the swell of his chest to the tip of his toes. His entire being curls with satisfaction and his body shakes uncontrollably with the toe-curling aftershocks that seem to last forever; overwhelming, all encompassing, ravishing. Mr. Stark follows soon after, his release spurting erotically all over Peter’s gasping lips and face, the older man letting out a long, drawn-out grown of rapture and bliss - both of their bodies sagging with exhaustion and euphoria.

After a moment of calm and post-orgasmic serenity, Peter feels himself being manhandled and rearranged so he’s draped on Mr. Stark’s chest once more; firm but so, so comfy. Peter nuzzles his head into the warm space underneath Mr. Stark’s jaw, completely spent and touch starved.

“Oh, baby, your face is so sticky,” Mr. Stark chuckles, reaching up to lift Peter’s head gently with both hands and inspect him lazily. The streaks of cum are only really in the centre of his face, draped over his nose, lips and chin, due to most of Mr. Stark’s release dripping down his length and landing on his abdomen. “Ahh I can’t be bothered to get a tissue, screw it,” Mr. Stark bemoans, leaning forward to lap Peter’s soiled face with his tongue, like a big mama cat grooming her cub. Peter giggles drowsily at the thought. “What’s got you giggling, huh? Does it tickle?”

“Heh, no… well, a little bit - you just reminded me of a cat licking its babies,” Peter smiles. He imagines this floaty feeling must be what tipsy or drunk people experience at the peak of their high, because Peter feels invincible right now - on top of the world. Completely careless. 

Mr. Stark huffs out a laugh, growling low in his throat to imitate a wild creature, nipping Peter’s skin and baring his canines playfully.

“My little tiger cub,” The older man murmurs, voice laced with fondness, eyes twinkling and tender. “My perfect pet.”

“Ngh, don’t get me started Mr. Stark,” Peter whines. “I’m still worn out from the last two orgasms.”

“Ooo, being my little kitten makes you horny again, does it?” Mr. Stark teases, licking a big stripe up Peter’s cheek, making him squeal in faux disgust. “And also, Pete, you’ve sat on my face, I think you’re allowed to call me Tony now,” Peter’s face heats up and the smile on his face freezes before widening into an infectious grin.

“Tony…” Peter croons, tasting the name out on his tongue. Strangely enough, calling Mr. Stark ‘Tony’ feels more taboo than the whole… y’know, sex thing.

“That’s it,” Tony’s smile turns lazy and affectionate as he licks his lips clean of the remaining spatters of dry cum.

“Well, Tony,” Peter exaggerates, leaning forward to press his nose against Tony’s, playful and flirtatious. “How does it taste?”

“My cum?” Tony asks, bemused.

“Yup,” A big smile grows on Peter’s face as he pops the ‘p’ gleefully.

“Uhmm,” Tony tilts his head, pretending to think about it. “It’s not the best thing I’ve ever tasted, but certainly not the worst,” He concludes matter-of-factly.

“Mmm,” Peter hums, playing along.

“Want a taste, Mr. Parker?”

“I’d love one, Mr. Stark,” Peter beams sunnily, before leaning down to meet those magical lips, his tongue sliding its way past the seam to greet the older man’s. Their tongues rub against each other, sliding and smoothing noisily, as if they’re kissing for the first time and not the fifth, sixth, seventh (Peter hasn’t kept count). Lovely as sucking Tony’s cock is, Peter thinks he already infinitely prefers making out with the man. The intimate depravity of licking into someone’s mouth is so unlike anything he’s ever done before and will probably never lose its appeal if Peter has anything to say about it. In fact, Peter would be happy - overjoyed, even - to share saliva with Tony Stark until the end of time. 

The tang of cum in Tony’s mouth fits the older man’s description pretty well actually - not the best taste, not the worst - but Peter would be lying if he said the ambiguous flavour, plus the knowledge that it was Tony’s seed they were sharing, didn’t make his exhausted cock give a feeble twitch.

The kiss begins to slow down even further, until all they’re really doing is bumping mouths and touching tongues, so tired yet so insistent on continuing any form of contact possible until the very last second. However, Peter’s neck is starting to protest its prolonged craning position, so he moves to rearrange himself and sit up, stopping short when he spots something attached to his bottom lip. It’s a string of spit, stretching all the way down from his lip to Tony’s glistening mouth, quite thick and noticeably bubbly.

“Oh, let me-” Peter starts, prepared to wipe or slurp the saliva away (as un-grossly as he possibly can), but Tony’s hand moves up to grab his wrist, halting his movements.

“Wait, let it drop.”

“What?” Peter questions, confused at the older man’s sudden seriousness.

“Let it fall into my mouth,” Tony says seductively, laying back and parting his lips carefully. “Spit it into my mouth, Peter.”

When will this man stop being sex personified? Holy hell… Peter’s discovering all his unknown kinks this evening then. 

If only his friends could see him now… Man, he’s got so much to tell them.

Too afraid to outright shoot saliva into his… boyfriend’s? No, boyfriend is too ambitious and a little overeager after one fuck (plus a tad childish for an experienced man like Mr. Stark). Partner? What if this was just a one time thing though? Agh… lover? Yeah lover sounds good for the time being. Distinguished. Cool. Mr. Stark is his lover now. Tony is his lover. Hell yeah.

So, too afraid to outright shoot saliva into his lover’s mouth, Peter gathers up all the fluid he can and slowly dribbles it out of his pursed lips, some of it catching on his chin; most of it drooping and slowly reaching its way towards Tony’s. The older man rises up to meet the string halfway, letting the spit land and pool on his outstretched tongue, holding himself steady as the rest of the saliva makes its way down the line and into his mouth. When the spit stops moving, Peter leans down the rest of the way, allowing Tony to tilt his head up and kiss the remaining saliva off of Peter’s lips, Lady and the Tramp style. Well, that was really sexy…

“Well, that was really sexy,” Peter voices out loud as he watches Tony swallow satisfactorily, eyes hooded and mischievous.

“You’re telling me,” Tony retorts, swiping the side of his mouth with his thumb. “Is there anything you don’t look beautiful doing?” Is there anything you say that isn’t irrevocably charming?

“Probably a few things, I’m not the most graceful person,” Peter replies, mouth twisted bashfully.

“Your incredibly flexible body and gyrating hips beg to differ,” Tony states, eyebrows wiggling as he leers at Peter’s lower half.

“Oh my God, shut up!” Peter grumbles, ducking his head into Tony’s shoulder - trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing Peter’s enraptured smile. Judging by the way Tony snickers and wraps his arms around Peter’s back, nuzzling his head and kissing his temple protectively, he probably doesn’t succeed. Peter doesn’t care. He loves the taunts and the teasing. He loves Tony. And he most definitely heard Tony say “I love you” back. Heart pounding suddenly, Peter quietly snarks: “You love it, Mr. Stark,” The arms embracing him tighten affectionately.

“I do love it,” Tony chirps, voice sweet and affectionate as honey. Peter smiles contently and lowers his voice to a timid whisper.

“You love me,” Peter breathes, shy yet eager for confirmation of his statement.

“I do,” Tony repeats, volume low to match Peter’s. “I love you, Pete.”

“I love you, too,” Peter responds instantly, endorphins rushing through his body at those magical words. They feel so unthinkable on his tongue, an onlooker would surely gawk at the idea of confessing their love after three interactions, and Peter’s sure he’d deny it if a time traveller told him he’d ever do such a thing, but there’s something so irrevocably right about loving Tony - and telling him so soon. Romeo and Juliet probably felt something similar when they kissed during their first ever meeting. They were meant to love each other; meant to devote themselves body and soul to each other. Like the world would cease to go on turning if they didn’t. Peter feels forever changed. He feels as though he’s finally met the person he was supposed to meet; the person he’d encounter over and over again in unquantifiable alternate universes. The person he’d always end up loving one way or another. It just happened a lot faster in this specific time and place. 

“That works out wonderfully, because it turns out that I love you more,” Tony drawls in a sing-song voice, reminding Peter of that scene in Tangled, but - y’know - healthy. 

“I love you so much, Tony,” Peter reiterates, his voice enraptured and full of yearning. “I don’t know why or how, but it’s so crazy, you’re like- the love of my life and it’s confusing my brain, because we’ve only known each other for such a short time, but… I just know, y’know?” That whole speech didn’t need to happen, Peter, could you not ramble for once in your life?

“Pete,” Tony slides his body so they’re both lying down on the sofa facing each other. His eyes burn like the crackling fire behind him, full of warmth and devotion - hundreds of emotions simmering behind those deep, endless orbs. Peter can’t wait to see every single one someday. “You just perfectly summarised how I’m feeling,” Tony confides, voice low and secretive. “My rational mind is just… screaming at me that I shouldn’t be allowing this - should convince you to find someone else that isn’t old enough to be your father and doesn’t harbour this unexplained, uncontrollable protectiveness over you - but I…” He pauses, averting his eyes in a rare moment of fear and uncertainty. “I don’t know, I just… can’t,” He concludes, eyes desperate to convey all the emotions swimming behind them - trapped and beyond words. Peter leans forward and rests his forehead against Tony’s, closing his eyes he tries to feel, communicate and understand everything Tony wants to say; everything he wants to say…

… Everything they both want to hear.  

“We’ll get through it, Tony,” Peter murmurs, reaching up to caress Mr. Stark’s cheekbone, jaw, nose - everything he can reach. “Thank you for not leaving me alone with all this love,” He expresses softly, chest tight and throat beginning to sting.

“You’re very welcome, Peter,” Tony swallows thickly. Peter opens his eyes. “Thank you for loving a lonely old man with no friends and barely any family to speak of,” Peter wants to object. He wants to call Tony beautiful and scream about his love from the very highest mountain-top, but he stays quiet. Tony needs to express these feelings. “Thank you for not choosing someone else over me. Thank you for not making off with the one thing I wanted to do right by in this world. Thank you for not turning that thing into all the worst parts of myself. Thank you for loving me when clearly no one else wants to anymore - if they even did in the first place,” Tony’s eyes glisten with sorrow and untold misery, the bottled emotions finally spilling over - the carefully manufactured walls cracking under the weight of a great, painful ocean locked behind it. “I don’t know what’s going to become of this… thing that we’ve got going on here… But I will tell you - with the utmost certainty - that I’ll do my best every single day to earn your love, Peter, because it’s going to be hard for me to be convinced that I deserve it.”

A silent tear falls down Peter’s cheek. When did he start crying? He looks up and sees a corollary tear sneak out of Tony’s mystifying eyes and reaches out to wipe it away with a shaky thumb. He doesn’t know what to say. What can he say in the face of such a vulnerable revelation? Peter doesn’t think words can suffice just how grateful and honoured and scared and small he feels, so he tries to pour everything into a vehement kiss - probably failing to impart everything he wants to say, but striving to do so with every fibre of his being regardless.

They lay there for hours, minutes, days - neither of them know - just kissing, whispering and holding each other close, trying their best to process the enormity of what they’ve done; what they’re feeling; what comes next. It’s during this moment of quiet that Tony’s record finally comes to an end and the fire dies down to a handful of burning embers, prompting them both to sit up and stretch, parting for the first time in at least an hour so Tony can put his record away and Peter can hunt for new clothes.

“Keep going through that door, you’ll eventually end up in my bedroom,” Tony says, pointing at the door he came through when Peter entered the study. “Have a rummage, look for some new boxers and pyjama bottoms or something,” Tony mumbles, closing his record player and shelving the vintage sleeve. Peter follows his directions (but not without one more kiss), finding himself in a stunningly modern, connecting en suite bathroom, with white ring lights and black marble surfaces. After an awe-struck cursory glance, Peter continues through to the gorgeously distinguished bedroom, with a colour scheme not unlike the study’s. Dark browns, reds and the occasional stroke of white decorate the space, creating an even cosier area that Peter thinks he wants to curl up and quietly exist in forever. 

The undeniable musk that permeates the room becomes stronger as Peter searches through draws of clothes and underwear - barely stopping himself from leaning in and taking a long, lascivious inhale, his nose buried in the fabric - eventually choosing some older briefs and some flannel pyjama bottoms that look small enough to fit his lithe frame.

As he’s in the middle of tightening the drawstrings (as much as they can be, so that the waist doesn’t completely slip down his hips) Peter hears footsteps outside the room and looks up, startled when he hears a knock on the main door to Tony’s bedroom. It’s not Tony.

“Dad? Open up, or say ‘come in’ or something, I don’t wanna see you naked,” Peter’s heart starts rabbiting almost painfully. Shit, shit, shit! It’s Harley- “Dad! Are you decent? Yes or no?” Shit, shit, say something! Don’t let him come in! 

“N-No?” Peter’s voice breaks (because of course it does) and he cringes, teeth gritted, body poised to flee.

“What the hell is up with your voice? I’m coming in, Dad, I don’t care-” The handle turns and the door starts to swing open.

“No, no, no, wait!” Peter shouts, but it’s no use. The door is open, Harley is standing right there… and Peter is wearing his father’s pyjamas.

Fuck. 

“What the fuck?” Harley demands, a bottle of beer loosely grasped in one hand, a horrified look on his face. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” The teen starts to advance on Peter, gait somewhat sloppy due to the alcohol probably coursing through his veins right now, but the underlying intentions of harm frighteningly clear. 

“I-I was just-” 

“‘I-I was just’, Jesus, lissen to yourself,” Harley mocks, invading Peter’s space, filling the air with his intoxicated breath. Peter shrinks away like the prey he is, frozen with fear under a predator’s gaze - nowhere to run. “You’ve got one last chance, Penis,” Harley threatens, grabbing the front of Peter’s shirt in a vice-like grip. “Why the fuck are you in my Dad’s bedroom?”

“I can answer that for you,” Tony’s voice appears behind Harley, causing the boy to turn around and let go of Peter, freeing him. Tony stands there like a guardian angel - his saviour - and Peter allows himself to take a relieved breath. He’s safe now, Tony’s here. “Peter here just spilled a drink on himself and needed a change of clothes, okay Harls?” Tony reaches out to grab Harley by the ear. “Does that satisfy your drunken invasiveness?”

“Yes, ow! Yeah, okay! Stop it!” Harley squirms, unable to detach himself until Tony deigns to let him go a few seconds later. It’s so strange to see Harley, of all people, so defenceless and submissive in the face of his father. This was the guy that argued with a teacher for a whole period, refusing to back down or keep quiet - even when sent outside the classroom - so clearly he’s not afraid of authority. But now Peter sees that what he once believed to be a vicious wolf, lone and aggressive, is in fact nothing more than a misbehaving dog that cowers before the apex predator that is Tony Stark. It’s quite therapeutic actually.

“Actually, Harley, while you’re here,” Tony begins, slapping his hand onto Harley’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “I’d really like you to make amends for being such a colossal asshole to Peter during your entire time at High School, pretty please,” Harley’s mouth drops open in disbelief. As does Peter’s. They both start protesting at the same time.

“What the hell, Dad? I’m not gonna do that-”

“To- I mea, Mr. Stark, you don’t- he doesn’t need to do that I’m fine-”

“-I’ve got nothing to apologise for! If anything he should be apologising for barging into these rooms!-”

“-Seriously, I don’t wanna cause any trouble! I don’t need an apology-”

“Boys,” Tony projects, effectively silencing both of them (and making one of them a tad aroused). “I’m perfectly serious about this, and I’m not letting either of you go until you’ve apologised, Harley.”

“I’m not gonna apologise!” Harley declares, the arm still holding the beer bottle swinging dangerously in protest. “I’m a fucking adult, you can’t treat me like a goddamn child right now!”

“Can’t I? Don’t children bully other people for years on end for their own sick sense of enjoyment?” Tony challenges, voice brutal and unwavering. “I’m so disappointed, Harley - you were always a little shit to me, but I didn’t think you’d stoop this low,” The older man stalks forward, stopping in front of Harley and leaning in close. “Peter doesn’t deserve to be dragged into our mess. If you hate me and your Mother then take it out on us, not him,” Harley glares down at the floor, hands fisted so tightly his knuckles turn white. Peter looks on, heart thumping uncontrollably. He feels like he shouldn’t be here - watching this. There’s a lot of pain and repressed anger permeating the air and Peter is most certainly intruding on this private interaction. “It’s not Peter’s fault that I’m such a bad Father.”

There’s a deafening silence. Peter doesn’t dare breathe. He can see Harley’s jaw clenching repeatedly, his head still ducked - eyes ablaze with intensity, eyebrows furrowed in a permanent frown. No one moves. Harley breathes an aggressive inhale and shoves Tony’s chest, before storming out of the bedroom and slamming the door with such hostility, the entire house seems to shake. Peter flinches at the burst of noise after such a tense silence, eyes flicking immediately to Tony.

“Are you okay?” Peter whispers, afraid to speak any louder.

“Yeah, he’s pushed me harder, I’m fine,” Tony grumbles, his gaze lingering on the door, mouth twisted bitterly.

“B-But are you okay, like, emotionally?” Peter asks, slowly approaching Tony with the ease of someone who doesn’t want to spook a distressed animal. The older man turns to him and huffs a sigh, mouth tilting at the corners into a woeful smile.

“Not really, but I don’t think anyone is, so,” Tony throws his arms up in a wry, “what can you do?” gesture, probably attempting to appear nonchalant about the whole ordeal. Peter strides forward to hug him urgently. There’s very little he can say that would be of any comfort at this moment, so he does what he is capable of: unconditional support and physical compassion. It’s difficult not to feel completely useless and out of his depth when Tony clings onto him just as tight, clearly distressed and in need of solace, because… he’s just a newly eighteen year old kid who doesn’t know anything about marriage or kids or the kind of struggles Tony’s going through, but the stubborn, determined side of him doesn’t care how unsatisfactory his loyalty and encouragement may be - Peter just wants to alleviate this admirable man’s pain in any way that he can. So he keeps hugging Tony. He keeps trying to hold in his tears and be strong for his lover. He keeps drawing circles on Tony’s back in the hopes that he’s calming the older man somewhat. Peter knows he isn’t capable of solving everything right now, but he’ll do everything he can in the meantime to try and show Tony how serious he is about this burgeoning… thing between them. He’s not going anywhere.

“I should probably take you home now huh?” Tony muses, pulling away from Peter and looking into his eyes. So beautiful.

“I want to stay,” Peter whines, succeeding in making Tony’s lips quirk up in a fond smile.

“I know, baby,” Tony whines back, pursing his lips into a long-suffering pout. “But it’s been a long, exciting night and I don’t want you getting sick of me,” Peter hums low in his throat at that and leans up to give Tony a long, closed-mouth kiss.

“Never,” He sighs against Tony’s lips once they part, making the older man chuckle softly.

“You made my night, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, you made mine… Daddy,” Peter simpers, a saucy grin stamped on his face. The taboo word still leaves an unfamiliar tang in Peter’s mouth, but he’s certain it’s a flavour he’ll grow to love.

“Argh, stop tempting me you… temptress,” Tony growls, dipping to kiss Peter before launching a tickle attack on his unprotected sides. The squeal Peter lets out is probably hideously unattractive, but Tony catches it gleefully with his mouth - a contagious, enamoured grin spreading across his face. 

They both wear those grins all the way down to the basement garage. Those same smiles remain stamped on their faces as Tony navigates the dark, empty roads - occasionally using the steering wheel as a make-shift drum to accompany the blaring music he plays. When they kiss goodnight, parked outside Peter’s apartment building, they do so with beaming mouths (making the mechanics of the kiss pretty difficult to navigate, but blissful all the same). Now lying on his bed, a brand new phone number in his contacts, Peter grins down at his glowing phone screen as the first ever text in an empty message display comes through.

Miss you already xxxxxxx

Cheeks starting to hurt, Peter types out his reply with the most lovestruck, idiotic smile on his face, uncaring about what’s sure to come and what complications the future may bring - it’s all white noise; inconsequential. The only thing filling the space in Peter’s overtired brain is undeniably, irrevocably Tony Stark.

Miss you more xxxxxxxxx     

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tag listing / navigation ! requests are always open! so pop over and request ^^ it’s always apreciated! (rules and how to request under the cut)

RULES:

reading my blacklist and sources is much appreciated before making a request although it isn't a big deal if you don't!

please check out my tumblr page before ordering! it has extremely vital points and keys that you must respect!

if ever you are unsure if I can do a specific graphic, check with me. i can do a lot of graphics but I am only one person running this blog.

multiple request are allowed by only limited to two per ask. per person you have a maximum of ten asks (doesn't matter if there is two requests in or not) with at least 24 hours; once you pass those ten orders you become a vip and if ever you make an order you will immediately be passed first as a priority!

when making a request, I have very simple rules:

if you include a faceclaim please include the tv show / anime / videogame / movie etc... that they are part of.

if you just tell me to follow a certain aesthetic and do not include a faceclaim I will do just that, just tell me if you want an image of a person or not.

you must include a color / -core / aesthetic / a word that I will follow. you may, as well, tell me to tarot read your request and I will draw inspiration from the tarot card drawn.

you have to say please or thank you when ordering or it'll be ignored.

specify flags when ordering pride icons.

specify whether you want them to be filtered or not and if so what color.

manga edits are welcome but I will assume that you mean manga icons until you tell me that you want a comic strip to be edited.

when asking for icons with a title please specify a font. if you don't know what font you would prefer, give me a vague indication like: italic or bold or vintage or loopy.

specify what shape you want them to be. if you do not, they will be square.

when ordering wallpapers, I beg of you, please tell me the dimensions :sob:

anons are welcomed just as much as already made accounts, however if you are an anon please tell how you would like to be referred as.

i would be eternally grateful if you did not steal my icons and graphics. those take a long time to make and stealers are regarded unkindly upon. if you do appreciate them, a like and / or a reblog would be the best thing!

please don't rush me or pressure me into finishing your request. i have my own life and if you pressure me I won't do your request. as simple as that. however, if it has been more than 5 days since you sent your request you are allowed to check in and I will update you. but please be kind.

credits for fanart or any artists that i use to make my icons are link in my: ❝ reblog &&. credit if using ❞ in a google doc.

more rules to be added...

under the bottle of hearts is promo :)

requesting for promo time hehe. show these people loveeeeee (and hopefully they will support ? 🥺) :

@electro-kins @yoimiya-kins @fakexcute @miizukis @luvecupid @m1dn1nghtcat + anyone else who wants! if you wish to decline / ignore / ask for your tag to be removed just go ahead, no need to feel uncomfortable !

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Here’s a short sad story:

Be me, using FFnet’s docmanager to post stuff to AO3

Uploading documents to the docmanager and copy pasting the text from the document in it to AO3′s Rich Text Editor

Wants to stop using FFnet’s docmanager to avoid having to depend on an online site

Starts to copy paste directly from Microsoft Word and Libreoffice to the AO3 RTE; all works well... apparently.

Catches an error in one of the recent chapter updates, goes to edit with the HTML editor, discovers the HTML code is a eye-watering mess and it’s almost impossible to read.

Discovers that copying and pasting from Libreoffice/Word causes the HTML to become bloated in the first place. Copying and pasting from the FFnet docmanager the same document nets clean HTML code instead

Has borderline obsession with cleanness, can’t tolerate the HTML to be as ugly as it is

Tries multiple methods to solve the problem, including but not limited to:

Trying different WYSIWYG word processors to see if copying and pasting from them nets better HTML; some applications simply crash upon opening the pre-existing stories or even by just copying pasting the stories into a new document, others bloat the HTML code when copy-pasting to worse, almost nightmarish levels.

Trying to find solutions to clean the code directly. Wants to avoid online tools since that was the whole goal in the first place (not having to rely on an online site), which conveniently removes 95% of solutions as a result

Tries google docs. Discovers it has the same exact HTML bloating problem as World/Libreoffice when copying from it and pasting to AO3.

Tries scripts to install into google docs to clean up the HTML, specifically made for AO3. Doesn’t work, the code is still bloated with <span> tags.

Tries to find offline scripts to clean the HTML code locally on the computer. Most don’t work or require installations of dependencies or software I’d have to learn from scratch and spend days doing it.

Tries various options within Libreoffice to stop the bloating from happening in the first place. None work. Find people with similar problem, apparently it’s a known Libreoffice Writer issue that’s been around for years and was never fixed.

Tries creating a document from scratch in Libreoffice and write from zero, discovers the bloating comes up literally as you write. You can’t avoid it.

Realizes it’s 1 AM and I haven’t written a single fanfic word for the next chapter of one of my WIPs as I originally planned to do this evening

Cries

Tests a crude alternative method, finds out it somewhat works, decides it’s enough and dives into the bed

The morning after, here’s the final verdict: to get clean HTML - without losing the basic formatting I sometimes use - going back to using FFnet’s docmanager appears to be my best bet. Besides me being stubborn about keeping things clean, shorter and less bloated HTML code would also mean that some of the offline downloads generate way smaller files that are less likely to give issues when opened for reading, it would make the webpage of the fics itself lighter, and it would make things for myself much easier when editing out mistakes, so there is (somewhat) a practical reason for doing this and I’ll try to stick to it.

In the event that FFnet ceases to exist, I’ll fall back to the alternative method I found in the end. It’s as simple as copying and pasting the text from the word processor to a notepad-equivalent text editor. That way you’re sure there are no HTML tags whatsoever, so the bloat is removed. Then, I can substitute newlines with double-newlines (\n --> \n\n) and then manually add the <em> and <strong> tags for italics and bold to get an AO3-ready HTML text to copy paste into the HTML editor. Other minor details can be added back directly on AO3 with the RTE.

It’s slow, but it works and it is not unreasonably slow, so it’s fine for me. Was it worth the hassle? Probably not :O

TL;DR: Random internet user and fanfiction writer loses an entire evening spending hours finding solution for a minor problem with HTML code

[sqsupernova]

How to Post your Works to the SQSupernova Collection!

That’s right - it’s almost time for Authors and Artists to put their beautiful works on display! We’ve made our beautiful, wonderful guide to help you post your work successfully - please read it THOROUGHLY before asking questions! We promise we’ve covered almost anything that could cause issues.

The posting deadline for all works is midnight EST on August 30th!

(What time is that for me? Or, check out our Countdown Timer!)

For those of you with experience posting to the Swan Queen Supernova collection from previous years, this year’s collection can be found HERE - just hit the ‘post to collection’ button and away you go!

Quick reminder - don’t forget to click POST when you are done formatting your work, NOT ‘save as draft’! We will not be able to see or reveal your work if you save it as a draft, and it will not count as being submitted!

For those of you who need more assistance as you prepare to post, read on for more specific instructions:

All right! For those of you who would like further clarification, your first step will still be to go to THIS LINK and click ‘Post to Collection,’ as seen below.

On this next page, you will enter all of the information about your fic/art - starting with rating, warnings, fandom, category, relationships, and characters. A sample page would look like this:

Please make sure your rating and warnings are accurate to your fic/art. If you think a warning might spoil something for the plot, you can select ‘Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings.’ Do NOT select ‘No Archive Warnings Apply’ unless your fic/art truly does not have any of the warning elements present in it.

The Additional Tags section is a place to put anything else you feel should be indicated about your story/art. Is it a historical au? Does it take place on a spaceship? Is it fluff? angst? crack? These tags are optional, but many people do use them to organize their fic/art or to find new fics to read and art to appreciate.

Next up is the preface section - this is how you introduce your fic or art!

Authors - you’ve already sent us a title and summary, so if those still work for you, go ahead and just copy them right in there! If you’ve changed some things up since that submission, go ahead and put your final version in here.

Artists - whatever title you use, it’s probably a good idea to add [Fanart] or [Art] to the end of your title, and to tag it as such in the additional tags as well - this will help people find art specifically!

Notes can be posted at the beginning of the fic - like if you are thanking a beta, or blaming someone for making you do this, or giving introductory notes to the readers about setting, etc - or at the end of the fic, if your notes might spoil part of the plot. You can also check both boxes and put notes in both places!

Now for the fiddly bits:

The first, and most important, thing to check is that under Post to Collections / Challenges, ‘SQSupernova6′ is selected. This should automatically show up, since you used the ‘Post to Collection’ button, but please check anyway!

You can also choose to gift your fic to someone - authors may choose to gift their fic to their artist, or vice versa. You should have their AO3 name from your match-up email!

‘This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work’ - this will be a handy section to connect your fic to your artist’s art, but you won’t be able to use it until after reveals. Skip it for now and come back to it later, once your partner’s work has been revealed!

‘This work is part of a series’ - if your SQSN was part of a series that you have already begun, you can link it to the previous parts here. Otherwise, skip it.

‘This work has multiple chapters’ - If you’d like to split your work up into chapters, select this option. Once you post the first chapter, you will be able to add additional chapters from the first chapter of your fic/art.

‘Set a different publication date’ - DON’T DO ANYTHING WITH THIS NOW. LEAVE IT ALONE. You will receive instructions in your reveal date email about how to change this date later, to help ensure that it shows up at the top of the Swan Queen tag, so you get the most eyes on it. You cannot change the date BEFORE the date of your reveal, so leave this field alone for now.

You’re almost there! First up are some privacy questions:

These are all options that can make it harder for people to leave mean or abusive comments - but they also make it harder for commenters without accounts to leave feedback, so consider the pros and cons before selecting!

And finally, it’s time to input your fic or art!

For fic - if you are comfortable with html coding, feel free to use the HTML editor button in the top right to switch editing boxes. Otherwise, the Rich Text editor will let you do most basic word editing functions, and will maintain bolding, italics, etc pasted in from Word or Google Docs.

For art, you will need some words in the post itself in order to post, so be sure to add a sentence or two about your work, then select the insert/edit image button:

It will bring up this menu:

Source - this is where you should paste in the url of the image you are hosting on another private site - so don’t publicly post it to your Tumblr! Use a PRIVATE post, at least until reveals are over. For a list of recommended sites, check out AO3′s helpful article on the subject!

Remember that your image URL needs to end in a filetype, like .jpg, .png, .gif, etc etc.!!! IT WILL NOT WORK IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A FILETYPE AT THE END OF YOUR URL. Your image will NOT appear if your link ends in .html, /, or any random numbers or letters.

Image description - this is very important for people who use screen readers because of vision impairments. Please describe your image as best you can, for example: this is a four-panel cartoon of Emma Swan, a barista, tripping over a chair and spilling hot chocolate down Regina Mills’ shirt. Regina is in a fancy blouse and skirt, and looks very, very pissed off.

Dimensions - if your source image is very, very big, it is recommended that you shrink it down a bit here. You can always come back and play around with the size once you post, so be sure to check that your image isn’t so big it’s hard to see all of it on a normal computer screen.

Aaaaaand, you’re done! If you’re confident everything is correct, you can click ‘Post Without Preview’ (you daredevil, you), but otherwise, click ‘Preview’ and give your story a quick glance over to make sure everything’s in the right place.

Then, once you’re satisfied, just make sure you click POST on the next screen - this is the only way to submit it to us for the collection!

If you don’t click ‘Post,’ your work will stay as a draft and will NOT be counted as submitted! Please make sure to hit POST once you have everything ready.

Once you post your work to the collection, it immediately becomes an unrevealed work. This means that its details are hidden from everyone but you and your beloved mods! Unfortunately, this also makes it a liiiiittle harder to find.

To locate your work once you post it to the collection, go to ‘My Dashboard’ by clicking on the menu that appears when you click on your username in the top right corner of the page, then click on ‘Works’ on the left-hand side.

From here, you can access your hidden work in one of two ways:

Click ‘Edit Works’ on the upper right side of the page. This will let you view all of your works, sorted by fandom, including the one you just submitted to the collection. Click on the title of that work to continue editing it!

Once your work is approved and added to the collection, you can also click ‘Works in Collections’ on the upper right side of the page. This will display all of your works that are currently in collections, sorted chronologically. Your SQSN work should be at the top, with “Unrevealed:” in front of the title. Click on the title of that work to continue editing it!

The URL of your work will also not change once you’ve clicked ‘post,’ so you can also bookmark or save it to come back to at any time.

If you need to add additional chapters to your work, you can do it by going to that URL or locating your fic again as described above, and clicking this link on the first chapter:

Just make sure to press POST on each additional chapter as well! ;D

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Congratulations! You’ve just Supernova’d! What a rush, eh? Now just lean back, relax, and wait for reveals. Thank you for participating!

Each creator will get an email letting them know the reveal date for each work they have submitted, at least a few days before the date, so that they can prepare and get their friends hyped up for the reveal! If you hear other people getting their emails and you haven’t yet, don’t panic. There are WEEKS of reveals, so some people get emails very early and some people get emails weeks later. We PROMISE everyone will get an email with their reveal date by the time all is said and done!

If you have any questions, feel free to contact us at @SQSupernova on Twitter, or at sqsupernova@gmail.com !