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Readers, make sure you have all your favourite Ao3 fics downloaded.

Writers, make sure you have copies of all the fics you have posted on Ao3.

I don’t want to be alarming, but things could get really bad really fast. OTW shared this today on Twitter, and I'm a bit worried about it 😅

Ao3 is a non-profit organisation. If they have to start paying taxes, I have no idea what will happen.

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Happy Pride!

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if you're from europe and haven't done so yet, please please please sign the petition for unconditional basic income!

it needs 1 million signatures by the 25th june, as well as reach a certain threshold in at least seven countries which it only has in three, and it's also still missing so many signatures to reach 1 million and time is running out)

please just do it, it's free, it should be safe cause it's quite literally an official EU site, and literally all you need to do is put your name and address on there (not visible to the public, but they will check if the signatures are legit so please don't fake any signatures, that'll just make it look like the goal was reached when it wasn't)

please just do this, time is running out for this initiative. if there's any reason you haven't signed it yet and won't do it, tell me the reason, maybe i can debunk it

here's the link to the petition: https://eci.ec.europa.eu/014/public/#/screen/home

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so funny how for a brief time we managed to get perfect alignment for extensions between browsers, webextensions from chrome to firefox to safari, and then google decided "nope, we're going to enforce some new rules now, time to choose us as your only platform or put in extra work" and now you can't even publish the same extension on every chromium fork.

reminder that it's in your best interest to stop using Chrome before January 2023, or you're going to lose extension data.

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Happy Pride!

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Oh my gosh this looks so PRETTY!!!! The colours, the pode, the TRACES!!!! Teach me your waysssss!!!!

"To fully deliver the elegance of Liyue opera to the audience, we must strive for excellence, properly performing every subtlety in the story." Happy Birthday Yun Jin! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Art by Skaiiria and @arwaiel! 🐉

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I know it’s already been said in the comments, but dat ass tho

another one !

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for the pet au event. may i ask for a red general headcanons of the yandere disomnia gang? like, how would they change their attitude when they think of their owner obsessively, who'd be the ones refusing to leave your side (i'd say Malleus, although Lilia seems to be type to just trail after you without you noticing, Sebek is wayy to pushy with your safety, he def. rants to others abt how great you are and the kindness in your heart you had for buying him, and Silver seems a little too concerned with your safety), what they think of others (whenever it be pets/love interests) and what they'd do to them? sorry if this seems like too much, i kinda started ranting halfway while writing this jsjjsjsjsjsjs. like,,, just general headcanons of the gang, if you're up for it 🥺

p.s. i love ur au, it's so good 💕💕💕 u have a very wrinkly, very galaxy brain for coming up woth this stuff, i love ur writing 🥺💖💖💖

And I love the comments you put when reblogging my works! Love ya, Temmie!

Colour: Red - Implied murder, emotional manipulation, non-consensual cryopreservation, self-harm

Malleus Draconia

Malleus has been alone all of his life. His mother died on the day of his birth, and his father mysteriously followed shortly after. From there he had been raised by caretakers coming in in shifts, and only gotten glimpses of his cousins in between scheduled walks by the gardens. It was a long, lonely, miserable existence.

When he's finally bought, he's somewhat relieved. It's a change of scenery for him at least. But he wasn't expecting you to be so kind, loving, good. You're an angel. He was indifferent about you at first, but now he vows to serve you with all of his heart.

You bought him, so why are you looking at other pets, other people? He's a draconian fae, bringing fame, wealth, and respect to you just by being under your ownership. You don't need anyone other than him. He won't allow it.

He wouldn't lay a hand on you, he'd rather die. But the same can't be said for your friends and family. Draconian fae and best known (and feared) for their magic prowess, it's not too hard for him to make a few...accidents happen.

One by one, everyone you've ever loved falls victim to sickness or some sort of natural disaster. Until you only have your beloved pet to turn to.

It's such a tragedy what happened to you. Malleus understands more than anyone, so please confide in him whenever it gets too much. He needs you, and now you need him. It's just the two of you against the world.

"I will always be yours."

Lilia

You're not his first master, but you are his most beloved one. Your darling smile, wide-eyed innocence, curiosity as to what life has to offer is more precious to him than anything in the world!

Time is fleeting. You are fleeting. And you have no idea how much that thought distresses him. He wants so desperately to preserve the time he has with you.

The days pass by in the blink of an eye, time slipping easily through his fingers. You grow older, wiser, but he stays the same.

Well, almost the same. One night he creeps into your room, taking a moment to stare lovingly at your sleeping face. He then reaches out a hand to sprinkle green dust onto your eyelids as he chants a spell. It's a shame, you were always so bright and fun when you were awake, but it had to be done. He can't lose you.

He spins a case of ice around you, wrapping your body in frost. He would likely never be able to speak to you again, his days of serving you now effectively put to a stop, but at least you're here.

You're here, and you always will be, frozen in time. He sits next to your glass casket with a sigh, still admiring your sleeping face.

"Sweet dreams, master."

Silver

From the moment he was born, he was at a disadvantage. He was falling asleep constantly, terrible at emotional support, and only somewhat good at studying. No one has any use for an incompetent pet, so who would want to buy him?

But you bought him. He worked hard, as hard as he could, you noticed, and told him he was good enough. Words cannot express how grateful he is to you.

You were kind enough to buy him despite all of his glaring faults, so he tries even harder to serve you properly. His constant sleeping is the biggest problem of all, and after years of fruitless methods to stay awake, he resorts to more drastic methods. Digging nails into his palms usually does the trick.

He then learns something new about you: You bought him out of pity the goodness of your heart. You gently order him not to resort to such drastic methods to stay awake, and he wonders if there is anyone in the world as good as you.

He wishes he was as pure-hearted as you, he wants to be as good and kind as you. But perhaps after years of living as a failure, he grew to be a greedy, twisted thing.

You care for his well-being, and encourage him to fall asleep when he needs to. So he gives into the pull whenever, especially when you're talking to someone, no matter who it is. If you've been taking too long and the pull doesn't come, he'll pretend to sleep. You have no choice but to focus on him at the moment, cutting off your lovely chat. You can't blame him, he was simply born with such a condition (even if it seemed to flare up whenever you try to talk to someone).

You are so good, you won't abandon him, right? Silver keeps falling asleep whenever you take your attention off him, until you have no steady relationships with anyone but him. He doesn't make very interesting company, but he'll always be there for you!

"Sorry, did I fall asleep at a bad time again?"

Sebek

Sebek has trained his entire life for when someone would finally pick him up and keep him for good. He would vow to himself on the nights he couldn't sleep, covered in stinging welts and bruises, that he would devote his life to worshipping and protecting his master. You just so happened to officially buy him.

He's not clingy, he has separation anxiety. He sobs when you have to leave for a few hours, he starts yelling for you when you've been out of your sight for too long. Even when you reassure him that nothing will happen to you and give him a long list of chores to complete while you're gone, his fear for your well-being prevails, and he sneaks out of the house to follow after you.

He's very protective of you, where even a weird look your way will have him storming up to the offender and ready to chase them off. You'll have to stop him from yelling at another human, or not.

As long as your orders don't get in the way of him protecting you, he'll be eager to serve you to the best of his ability! He loves to see you happy. Even more so when you're happy because of him.

When he isn't being overbearing, he's treating you like some sort of deity. Your mercy rivals no other, everyone should be on their best behavior around you! Truly, there is no one as brilliant as you are. He'd even kiss your feet as long you don't order him not to.

You'd think you would know if he does something bad given how direct he is, but he's been doing some things in secret his whole life. If anyone ever lays a hand on you, he'll make sure they never wake up to another day.

"Master...You truly are amazing."

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Requested Anonymously by Multiple Flubbles

Hello, flubbles. I’m home.

Brown hair, brown eyes, brown suit. Pinstripes, for Pete’s sake. So different from any of the Doctors you had known, and he was looking at you like you were the center of the universe. ‘Practically a baby!’ he had said when he saw you, and then he kissed you like you had never been kissed, and it was perfect.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart! You and I are gonna be brilliant!” he promised, and then with one last kiss, he left before you could get a word in edgewise. “Allons-y!”

Well, that was a load of lies, you thought, trying to forget the strange version of the Doctor you had encountered. Nothing seemed brilliant anymore, especially not you and the Doctor.

Rescuing the Doctor from himself had become a part of your day-to-day life ever since he regenerated. You rarely had to rescue him before. Four hardly ever had to be rescued, except from his own scarf, and even Five, that softy, usually held his own just fine as long as you helped him keep track of his plethora of companions. And Six? Well, Six was a surprisingly tough little marshmallow, you would give him that, but being tough didn’t get him out of botched political situations. You did.

Because Six couldn’t just shut up.

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finding out just how many of my mutuals are mcr fans rn

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A safe haven

Hello! This is my first SAGAU rejected! Darling fic, and first fic on this account. I hope you enjoy!

cw: slight mention of injuries length: 1.8 k

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Heavy breaths escaped your lips in quick puffs as your feet dragged you towards a secluded meadow. As soon as you arrived, your legs gave out under you, sending you crashing to your knees.

To your surprise, no pain followed it. Looking down with bleary eyes, you noticed the thick, soft moss around you had cushioned your fall. You release a quiet thankful sigh, but try to force yourself up again -  to no avail. 

You were completely drained. No force could make you move now, all the wounds inflicted on your fragile human body rendering you weak.

Still on your knees. you glanced up at the sky, which was partially hidden by the large branches and leaves surrounding the area, but nonetheless, you whispered a prayer - a prayer to anyone who still held an ounce of mercy in their hearts, to allow you a quick death, at the very least.

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if you were a deity, what would you be the god of

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Please imagine little siblings accidentally telling you that their brothers have a crush on you in Genshin!! Diona isn’t Diluc’s little sister, but she hates him enough to be one…

Diona has been suspiciously nice to you lately– you’ve talked to her a few times before, but you’ve never been that close with her. Suddenly, at every new opportunity, she tries to get in your good graces: gifting you special drinks, dropping compliments on everything you do, trying hard to spend time with you and make you laugh.

When you finally ask her what she’s doing, a frustrated Diona yells that she’s been trying to get close to you so she can ruin Diluc once and for all, because she overheard him saying that he likes you more than anyone else he’s ever met. Just then, you hear a clatter, and the both of you turn to see a red faced Diluc, with his groceries rolling down the streets of Mondstadt. 

Klee has always been like a little sister to you– you’ve done your best to keep her out of trouble, but nonetheless, she still gets into it. Today, when she runs into Albedo’s lab, where you’re both discussing future plans, she proudly exclaims that she has a present for you. You pray that it’s not another bomb, but she pulls out a crayon drawing: it’s you and Albedo holding hands.

When you amusedly ask her what it’s for, Klee is all too happy to say that her big brother loves you a lot and always talks about how he wants to hold hands with you and– Albedo quickly scoops Klee up into his arms, his face turned away from you, but his ears are a bright red as Klee worriedly asks him if she did something wrong.

You’re chatting with Xiao at Wangshu Inn when Qiqi trots up to the two of you, her notebook in hand. You’ve talked to Qiqi here and there when you stop by the pharmacy, so you doubt she remembers you that much. You’re about to leave on a journey, and Xiao had wanted to talk to you about something beforehand. It’s only when Xiao brusquely pulls out a good luck charm for you something clicks in her mind.

Flipping through her notebook, she slowly asks Xiao if this is the person he likes so much that he spent days working on a charm to keep them safe from harm. Xiao blushes even harder when Qiqi adds on that she wrote down him saying that he was worried about you being gone for so long, and how he’d miss your visits– huh? Why is Xiao looking at the ground all of a sudden?

When you first meet Teucer, a wide grin splits across his face as he looks back and forth between you and his brother. Childe had asked you to help take care of his little brother when he suddenly made a visit to Liyue, but Teucer is all too happy to blurt out that he’s heard allll about you from his big brother’s letters! Are you going to be his new older sibling?

After all, Teucer continues, Childe is always talking about how he wants to take you to visit them sometime, and how he wants to marry you someday, and Childe writes so much about you, his other siblings are tired of it! Are you his big brother’s lover? Oh? You’re not? Teucer looks lost as Childe, for the first time since you met him, is rendered a speechless, blushing mess.

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LISTEN!!!!!!! I AM TOO MUCH IF A SIMP FOR THIS!!!!! WAY TOO MUCH!!!! PLSSSSS

Drunk! Peter and he’s all over reader telling her how he wants to marry her and being handsy lol

hi I hope this okay <3

"I like gardenias," Peter declares, drunk as a skunk and climbing all over you. 

You're never letting him go out with his friends again, you decide, brushing the hair out of your sloshed boyfriend's eyes. "Me too," you say. 

"Yeah?" he looks exceedingly pleased by this, more pleased than he had any reason to be. He smells like wine coolers. 

"Sure. They're pretty." 

"And lily of the valley," he adds. "Sweatpeas, jasmine. Oh! Astilbe." 

"You've lost me," you say. 

Peter wrinkles his nose and works his way further still into your lap, hands at your waist. You roll your eyes at his face, tucked against your chest, very obvious in its position. 

"That's fair. We'll ditch the astilbe. Astrantia instead?" 

"Baby, what is an astrantia?" you ask, fingers in his hair.

Each time you stroke his hair back from his face his eyes close, like a puppy. It's adorable. He might be drunk and a little messy right now, but he's still your boy. You'd die for this idiot.

"A flower?" he asks, squinting up at you. "I'm talking about a bouquet." 

"Oh," you say. 

You're distracted from asking why he's discussing bouquets with you at 2AM on the living room sofa when you should both be sleeping by his hands catching yours where it cards through his hair.

He sits up to kiss your fingers, your wrist, small pecks that turn open mouthed that turn nibbling, little wet nips running a course to the sleeve of your T-shirt. He grumbles at being stopped short. You're giggling quietly, endeared and adorned by his affections; you feel like the prettiest girl on earth, covered in his tiny kisses. 

"Red velvet?" he asks suddenly, encouraging you to lie back.

"Are you hungry?" you ask, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

"What? No." He sounds frustrated. "Do you like red velvet?" 

"Why are you asking?" 

"For the cake," he says, as if this is obvious. You realise Peter is having a conversation without you and elect to ignore his drunken woes, pulling his face down so you can hug him against your shoulder. 

"Maybe we should go to bed, hot stuff." 

"Are you kidding? We have so many decisions to make." 

"They can definitely wait until the morning, baby," you say warmly. 

He starts running his hands over your chest, your arm, your chest again. He doesn't touch anywhere important without asking, a gentleman even now, but the longing in his eyes makes you wish he would sober up for proper kisses. 

"They can't wait," he insists. "These are so important. We need to talk about them."  

You sigh dramatically, feeling very sorry for yourself, long suffering and tired. "Can we talk about them in bed, Peter?" 

"No, you'll distract me." 

"I'll be too busy sleeping." He pouts. You burst into laughter. "Babe! It's so late, I waited up for you so we could fall asleep together and you waylaid me with hickeys and a game of twenty questions!" You plead your case.

It's Peter's turn to sigh, though his is more of an indignant groan. "This isn't twenty questions, woman!" You raise your eyebrows, dying of laughter on the inside, and he amends, "My beloved. It's not twenty questions." 

"What is it, then?" 

He smirks at you, hands on either side of your and his knee between your thighs. You suddenly remember how tall he is and how stern he can be when he's not obliterated by cheap booze. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear. "I'm gonna marry you." 

"Get off of me," you say, rolling your eyes. 

"I'm gonna marry the fuck out of you, and then I'm gonna fuck the marry out of you, and we're gonna have centerpieces made up of a thousand white gardenias and asta- astrav- astantrias!" 

"And this has to happen tonight?" you ask, playing along, a feeling of white hot and reverential love blossoming from the centre of your chest. 

"If you don't mind!" he almost shouts. 

"I want vanilla cake," you say steadily, quietly, reaching your hands up to pinch his red cheeks.

His eyes are wide but he's calmer now he's realised you're on his side. "Good choice," he says, blinking. "What frosting? Buttercream, right? Fondant is for losers." 

You giggle until you can't breathe. He drops his head down into your chest, hugs your ribs so tight it aches. You can feel his smile even through your sleep shirt. 

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Infatuation at First Sight

wow, my first x reader fic and a writer's block overcome??? all at once?

@luvelineluveline, you've inspired me; i'm coming for you bitch. /joke joke joke

i don't think there's any warnings here? reader wears skirt and lipstick and has long hair, but are referred to with they/them pronouns.

Also this is AU where Harry didn't turn evil cause my boy DESERVES FRIENDS!!!!!!

'Can you tell me why do we need to come all the way to this specific bookstore, all the way in Brooklyn, when there's a hundred others in Queens?' Harry asks his best friend, Peter Parker, as the pair walks towards a small bookshop .

The building itself seems to want to hide away from possible customers, with it's boring brown colours and it's inconspicuous warm lights.

"I told you already: i've been speaking with the store's owner and they managed to get their hands on a copy of Brassai's first edition's 'Paris de Nuit' and they're not making me pay a whole kidney for it. We're here for pick up, since they don't deliver... Plus... you need to get out more; you're so pale you, look like you're about to fall over.'

Harry rolls his eyes playfully, following behind his best friend as he finally enters the cramped building, only to bump into Peter's back as soon as he walks in the door.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Harry mutters as he leans around Peter, trying to find whatever stopped the taller of the pair so suddenly.

Peter remains silent.

That's when Harry's eyes focus on what has caught Peter's attention: behind the counter, you sit, hair a mess of curls, with many pens and pencils sticking out of the bird's nest that is the bun atop your head and bold red adorning your lips, like something out of a pinup illustration from the 40's. You haven’t noticed the pair of young men standing in the shop yet, too busy leaning over the counter as you read something, a frown of concentration marring your brow and a pencil tap-tap-tapping against your temple.

You lean back in your chair, a hand coming up to rub furiously at your eyes and Harry finally takes a moment to take in your clothes - or, what he can see of them, at least: an off the shoulder white shirt under a large, open cardigan made with many different earthy thread colours and a heavy, checkered skirt appropriate for the New York winter the city's been living through in the last few weeks.

Your clothes' patterns clash horribly against each other and Harry wonders who let you dress yourself in the morning, certain he'd never be able to show his face in polite society again, if he ever dressed like that; his father would never allow it.

Harry clears his throat. You startle.

"Uuh, hi? we're here for a pick up? a kind-of-rare book?"

You round the counter to stand in front of the pair. "You must be Peter, right? We've been speaking through messages; i'm the owner." You say and Peter keens beside Harry, like a dog that's just been kicked.

"uh, no, I'm Harry. This here is Peter."

Your eyes turn to his friend, who shrinks under the your curious gaze, even though you're smaller than either of them and look like what Harry imagines a faerie would look like.

"Hi, peter. The book's in the back, i'll go get it for you and i'll be right back."

Peter nods silently, ringing his hands and not looking anywhere near your direction as you move towards a door in the middle of two wall bookshelves. Harry pulls a face at his best friend, wondering what's wrong with the guy who's normally more charismatic than this.

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As both men walk away from the store, Harry turns to his best friend. "What was that in there?"

"uuh, what was what, dude?"

"'what was what, dude?'' it looked like you didn't even know how to speak! sure, everybody has their days, but you were completely fine up until we entered the bookstore and then it seemed like you couldn't wait to leave! We came all the way here, we could have at least browsed a little."

"it's just.... did you see them?'

Tthe store owner? yeah, i saw them; that was a mess if i've ever seen one in my life. They were using two different patterns and an open shirt in a New York winter. its hard to miss them, if you ask me."

Peter sighs dreamily "I think i'm in love" he announces to the open air.

Harry sighs tiredly, bringing a hand to rub at his temples, trying to fight off an incoming headache.

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big fan of platonic expressions of devotion actually. yeah we're best friends of course i'd find you and hang out with you in every universe.