#I just wrote something awful I don't want it attached to my name please help

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how do you post anonymously on AO3 please

[captain-mj]

Hello :]]

I was wondering if you do have any basic tips for ao3 use? :o

I saw ur other post and thought I’d ask, I’m pretty new to using for posting fics so if you have any advice it be very appreciated!! :DD

Remembered this ask and rushed to finally answer it!

For Posting

There is no algorithm. I see people talk about an algorithm occasionally, there is none! If you post at certain times, you may possibly get more attention because more people are on at that time, but there is no pushing. Just tag everything appropriately and you'll find your audience.

Do not advertise things on there. I don't mean you can't mention your socials on the author's notes, I'm saying you can't do paid advertisements, talking about your patreon, gofundme, etc. If it mentions money, don't. There are legal reasons for this, it's to protect the archive.

Placeholders are not useful!! You're more likely to get banned or reported than anything else!

For the descriptions, if you figure it out please tell me ;-:

It's better to over tag than under tag, also I'd try to use the premade tags first! freeform (usually lowercase and it doesn't autofill) are harder to search by.

This is my wife's suggestion. If you want to build an audience of people who recognize you over different fics, really recommend having a consistent style. Not posting schedule, though that can certainly be helpful, but style. Something about what you do is consistent enough people recognize you.

You love someone's work?? You write something based on something they wrote (with permission), write something for a friend or even just write something with someone in mind? You can gift them the work! It's still yours of course, but their name is attached and they'll see on their profile.

I don't know if this is still the case, but there used to be a problem where fics that were in collections could be made private by the collector. I'd be very wary of collection requests.

For Reading

Ao3 is an archive, not a social media. The reason I’m saying this is because you’ll find material that might make you go “That should be illegal to write about it”. You may think to yourself “I should report that! It’s awful!” And while sometimes it is deplorable! , it is rarely going to get taken down. The reason I put so much emphasis on this is people try to treat it like wattpad or tumblr. You can’t. It is not a social media.

Just like you can exclude tags, you can include them! Really recommend adding them to get what you’re looking for :)

Dead Dove Do Not Eat is not always a bad thing. Most of the time, it’s a tag intensifier. My recommendation is to look through the tags a second time, ask yourself if you really think it’ll be something you’re interested in, then continue if you want.

I always sort by most recently posted but there are other options! I think the default is most notes

Check out an author if you really like their stuff! I've found some really great fics this way.

[shannyh25]

Hi Anne Friends!

This is my original Anne Of Green Gables Fan Fiction story. I made the mistake by taking the previous story down off of Fan Fiction, fixed my mistakes I had made, and then re posted it.

I’m hoping to get some feed back on this story as well. I have 6 chapters for this story and they are all on Fan Fiction. I’m thinking of taking this story down along with a few others I have and start fresh on my stories. New ones. Something that people haven’t seen before that I wrote.

I say this because this story and another story I had did a update on. That can also be a mistake to I had made.

I’m trying to get reviews and feed back on my stories and it’s harder then I thought. So, that’s why I’m thinking of taking them down and starting completely new.

Would guys leave me some feed back on this story and the other one I posted? I would appreciate it.

Thank you!

Summary: Working at the orphanage while Gilbert is studying medicine in Halifax. Anne becomes attached to a little orphan name Ruby. When Ruby becomes sick, Anne asks Gilbert for Ruby to be his first patient. Eventually, Anne and Gilbert adopt Ruby.

Author's Note: This is my first Anne Of Green Gables story. I am re reading the books. I am only on book 3 and I am enjoying them! I would like to thank my new friend I met on Instagram for all her help on the story so far! She has answered a lot of my questions about the books/movies. Thank you again! I hope you enjoy the new story.

Chapter 1: Anne's POV

"Please Gil? Can't I work at the orphanage? I know what it is like living in one. I lived in one for at least three months. It's a dark and lonely atmosphere. Especially if you don't have any friends and don't know anybody. It will give me something to do during the day while you're at the hospital practicing medicine, please?" Anne begged.

Gilbert sighed and sat down on the chair. "Anne, sweetheart, what if you get attached to a child? I'm not sure if we can take care of one; I'm so busy at the hospital as is it. What if you find a child and want to adopt one? Would you quit your job at the orphanage?"

"Don't be silly Gil. Of course, we are in a good position to take care of a child. I have no intentions in adopting one just yet. I just want to help and make some kids happy, tell them stories and try to keep them out of trouble. I might even teach at the orphanage if I can." Anne said.

"Where did you hear the orphanage needed help?" Gil asked.

"While I was in town. I was at the post office sending a letter to Diana. I overheard one of the ladies in the post office say the orphanage needs help. They are awful low on staff. They probably have around 20-50 kids at the orphanage. I want to help with the younger children. Please Gil?" Anne asked.

Gilbert sighed. "Anne, I would love to see you work at the orphanage, truly I would. But they have an epidemic going on right now. We are so busy at the hospital. I don't want you getting sick. Children that young get sick a lot, especially during the fall and winter seasons. I don't want to see you get sick and end up in the hospital."

I groaned. "I won't get sick. Besides, you're the best doctor in that whole hospital and you will take care of me if I get sick. Please?"

"What if one of the children get sick? You'll want to attend to them. Take care of them." Gilbert protested.

"Of course, I'll want to take care of them Gil. That would be part of my job too. And if they have something that I can't handle, I can have you get them better. I'll even bring the child to the hospital so you can look after him or her" I begged.

Gilbert groaned and I could see that he was getting ready to give in. I just had to work my magic and imagination a little bit more.

"If you get sick, I won't forgive myself because I allowed you to work at the orphanage. And I would have to take time off of work so I can attend to you, not that I wouldn't mind that." Gilbert added.

I got up from the chair I was sitting on and walked over to my husband. " Gil, I'm not asking to adopt a child, not yet. I'm just asking to work at the orphanage. Just for a little while. I get so bored and lonely sitting in this place. My imagination can only do so much in this tiny apartment. I'll be home in time to still cook our dinner and we can spend time together in the evenings like we always do. I would just work from the time you leave to work at the hospital and I'll get off of work when you get off. That will give me plenty of time to cook dinner. I'll have the weekends off too and I won't work the holidays either. Please?"

Gilbert looked at me and I gave him a smile. He sighed and at this point, I knew he gave in. I had won this battle, even though there is an epidemic going on.

"Do you really want to do this? If you start feeling ill, I want you to tell me immediately. Don't even try to hide it. And, if it makes you feel better, I'll even check in with your chargers if they get sick. Do we have a deal?" Gilbert asked.

I squealed in happiness and almost knocking Gil out of his chair. He chuckled as he steadied me back on my feet.

"I know how hard it has been for you since we came here. I want you to be happy too, not just me. If working in the orphanage will make you happy, then I will be happy to have you help out there. Just promise me that you will try and take care of yourself. I don't want you to get sick." Gilbert said.

"Oh Gil. This makes me so happy. I can't tell you how happy I am. I promise I'll be home in time to make us supper and we can spend the evenings talking about our day just like we always do. Thank you Gil I want to bring some happiness to the children." I told him.

"Of course you will. I'm sure you'll find some little child that has as much as imagine as you do. Just don't get them in trouble." Gil said chuckling.

I gave him a big kiss and a hug. He chuckled.

"What if they don't like me?" I moaned into his shoulder.

Gil rubbed my back comfortingly and chuckled.

"Of course they will like you. They'll love you. You can keep the kids entertained for a few hours. You can read to them, tell them stories. The Matron will be lucky to have you, not to mention the staff. If this job doesn't work out, you can come and work with me. We have a few children that come into the hospital every now and then." Gilbert said.

"Can't you come with me? Please?" I begged him.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I can't. This is something you have to do on your own. I am having a meeting with the head Doctors and some staff members about the epidemic that we have going on. Our hospital is only so big. We are trying to figure out what do with the new number of patients that will be coming in and i think it will be soon I imagine. We want to discuss how we can help them and make them comfortable. You understand don't you?" Gil asked.

" I do. I just don't like the answer." I said.

" I'm sorry. You can tell me all about at lunch. You can come to the hospital and we can eat lunch together. My meeting should be done by the time your interview is over. " Gilbert said.

" I'll take you up on that offer." I said.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's go to bed. We both have a busy day tomorrow.

". Now, can we please go to bed? I'm exhausted and I have a long meeting to do tomorrow." Gilbert said.

"Very well. I'm going to soak in the tub first. I'll see if that helps me calm down. I still feel anxious and jittery. A good book and warm water might help me relax a little." I said.

"Doctors orders. Go and take your bath. I'll be reading in bed. Come on, let's go." Gilbert said.

Just like that, the two of them headed off to get ready for bed.

[etlunainmorte]

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🎻 Fanfiction Music Masterlist 🎻

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1. Led Zeppelin's The Immigrant Song

"We're almost there." Nico told him, her move to turn off the speaker finally blessing his ears with some much needed peace. "To be totally frank, I've never been in this part of the city before. This place has a reputation, ya know."

"Reputation, you say?" V repeated the word as he curiously looked back at his female companion.

Nico waved a single hand as her eyes rolled. "The place is nice, so are the neighbors. But, ya know, this place was rumored to be cursed. Had an endless chain of unfortunate events since the 1900s."

"Like what kind of unfortunate events?" This really caught his attention.

"Oh, nothin'. Just a few deaths here and there, rich neighbors goin' bankrupt all of a sudden, wives being left by husbands due to third party relationships, wives being left by husbands permanently, if ya know what I mean. Yeah. That kind of thing." Nico explained with slight amusement in her tone. "But, I believe none of them curses. Or in fate. It's just how ya live yer life. If ya do good, then no harm could be done to ya. If not, well," the woman chuckled as she sucked on her cigar once more, making V duck from the smoke she just blew. "... shame on ya."

~ I. The House At Swan Lane

2. Little Big Planet 3 Covers' Mister Sandman

"Mister Sandman? Really?" Griffon sassed, slightly irritated at the song's cheesy lyrics.

"Hey, it's better than nothin', 'kay?" The woman answered as she went back to rearranging the mysterious wires that were scattered on the floor. "Or do ya want me to put in Zeppelin again?"

"NO! STOP! I BEG YA! PLEASE!"

"THEN, QUIT COMPLAININ' AND HELP ME HERE!" Nico screamed at the bird as she pointed a strange looking radio at him.

"AYE!" The bird obliged, swooping down on the floor near the wires to fix them.

~ IV. First Night

3. The Chordettes' Mister Sandman

"Okay, Shakespeare! We better hurry! Something's really wrong about this place! I can't - "

"W - wait! P - please,..." He heard V stutter under his breath.

"Wait, what?"

"(Y/N),..." V muttered, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please,..."

"What the f - ?!" Griffon drew back, confusion now taking over. He slowly and cautiously looked up to where V was staring at and found, attached to the rotten ceiling like a spider waiting for its prey,...

... a woman with long blonde hair dressed completely in white.

For a few moments, Griffon was stuck where he was, unable to form coherent words or even make a sound. But, the moment she slowly turned to look at him, his eyes widened and his beak dropped open and it took him a few more seconds to finally make a move and grab V by his collar.

"FUCK!" The demonic bird howled in fear as he carried V away from the room and the menace of that blonde creature, who just dropped on the floor and went after them in all fours, its speed frightening the hell out of the, otherwise, powerful familiar. "FUCK! FUCK! FU - !"

"Mister Sandman! Mister Sandman!"

"FUCK! TURN THAT THING OFF!" Griffon howled helplessly as V's radio alarmed with the distorted song once more. Again, another hour has passed. "V, WAKE THE FUCK UP! WE'VE GOT A CCCRRRAAAZZZYYY WOMAN TO BURN! VVVVVVEEEEEE!"

~ VIII. Second Night

4. Air Supply's All Out Of Love

"Victor!" She called. "Victor Blake!"

And then, V finally saw him as he turned.

Wavy shoulder length hair as dark as the night. Gentle, and yet deep and intimidating, eyes that gleamed like a pair of emeralds. Hollow cheeks that formed dimples when he opened his mouth in awe of what he just saw.

It was him.

The supple lips of the poet named Victor Blake formed a mischievous, and yet endearing, smirk as he left the group of women who was barraging him with a lot of requests and questions to make his way closer to where V, Daniella, and (Y/N) were.

And as he playfully twirled a familiar - looking metal cane with his long and slender fingers and made his way to them, he began quoting.

"The modest rose,... puts forth a thorn,... the humble sheep,... a threat'ning horn." He recited, his voice pure honey to everyone's ears. "While the lily white,... shall in love delight,... " He, then, stopped right where (Y/N) was as he looked down at her. " ...nor a thorn nor a threat,..." The women squealed in delight while some snickered in envy as Victor Blake kneeled before (Y/N) and gently took her dainty hand in his huge and calloused ones. " ...stain her beauty bright." And as he ended the poem, he placed a chaste peck on the back of her hand, making her cheeks red and her eyes widen.

~ IX. Victor Blake

5. Louis Armstrong's Dear Old Southland

V smiled to himself as he watched the couple speak their vows and how they slid the ring on the other's finger. And when the people began cheering for them, Victor cupped (Y/N)'s cheeks and gave her a very sweet and gentle kiss that lasted for at least a minute.

The atmosphere changed once more and V saw (Y/N) dragging Victor upstairs towards her bedroom. He followed closely behind them and noticed the girl taking a folded stationery from her pocket and giving it to Victor. She, then, pressed a kiss against two of her fingers and pressed them on the note on Victor's hand. She smiled, stood on her toes, and gave the man a chaste peck on the cheek. She waved good night and opened her door, went in, and gave him another smile before finally closing it.

Victor didn't wait a moment longer and unfolded the note, and what he read there made his eyes widen. He abruptly knocked on the door, and when (Y/N) opened it, he hastily engulfed her in a tight embrace.

V felt his heart swell as the lovers shared a very passionate kiss.

Hands caressing and exploring. Lips moving in a rhythmic pattern. For a moment, V saw himself as Victor.

For a brief moment, he saw himself passionately kissing and caressing (Y/N).

The girl stepped backwards, leading Victor inside but never breaking the sweet kiss. After a while, V's eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he saw Victor's, his, metal cane flying from the room to the hallway, along with his cravat and one of (Y/N)'s shoes. Victor came out a few seconds later, looking so in love and excited, to retrieve the items. Then, he entered the room and closed the door.

~ XI. (Y/N) And Victor

6. Sergei Rachmaninov’s Sonata For Cello Andante as played by Narek Hakhnazaryan on cello and Noreen Plera on piano

July 27, 1898

My dearest and humblest poet, Victor,

I will never forget the very first time we met. You kneeled before me, took my hand, then you kissed it, reciting to me a very sweet poem as you looked into my eyes.

I will never forget the days after that, of our little talks, of our how are yous and how's your days, of the way we embarrass each other when we caught ourselves looking into each other.

I will never forget the first time I sang for you as you played the piano, of the sweet melody that conveyed how I felt towards you. I will never forget the days, and nights, we read poetry together. I will never forget those mornings we have to sneak away from father to have little chats and laughs in the garden.

And most importantly, I will never forget those nights we wrote to each other and passed those notes through that crack in the door as you sat just outside my room while I waited on the other side.

Such little trivial things that other women might have done for you that I will always remember. You may forget me in the future when you meet others more memorable than I' am. You may tell them amazing stories as you did for me. You may find other reasons to laugh and smile with another as you have laughed and smiled with me. You may play the piano for another belle who would sing willingly for you. You may find more pleasure reciting and reading poetry for someone else. You may call another your "Little Wanderer", "Evening Star", "Beloved Muse", "Little, Innocent One", and "Little Lamb".

And most importantly, you may exchange little notes in the middle of the night with someone else.

All of these may happen when you finally meet the one for you, and you may fall for them just as easily as I have fallen for you.

I'm aware of all these things. How could they not love you? How could anyone not offer their heart to you?

We will part ways within a month, maybe a week, as my father has decided to enroll me in a boarding school in Paris. But, I want you to know how honored I' am to have met you. Of how grateful I' am when you indulged my foolish fantasies.

Of how thankful I' am that, in a very short time, you have made my dull and unhappy life meaningful and filled with hope.

Please, don't forget me, my dear, humble poet, and of those times we spent together.

I will cherish those moments for as long as I live.

I will never forget May 11. I will never forget I have met the most wonderful man in the whole wide world.

I will never forget you for as long as live, V.

Yours truly,

(Y/N), your Little Wanderer, Evening Star, Beloved Muse, Little, Innocent One, and Little Lamb.

P.S.

I Love You

~ XII. Christopher Lancaster

7. Alessandro Moreschi’s Ave Maria

"Day twenty - one: Bloodletting and purging."

V heard Lancaster's voice in the phonograph a few seconds later as the atmosphere around him changed one more time.

And what he saw next made his stomach turn.

Three nurses wounding (Y/N) on both arms with a knife as she was restrained on a metal chair inside a sickly bright room, letting her blood stain the perfect white floor. He turned and saw Lancaster speaking to the cylinder of his phonograph as the poor girl screamed in pain and begged him to stop.

"Please, stop! I beg you!"

"Internal biochemical relationship was behind mental disorders. Bleeding, purging, and vomiting will help correct these imbalances in the body and would help heal the physical and mental illness.”

"I'm not insane! Please! Pl - !" (Y/N) screamed before one of the nurses stifled her howls of pain with a gag.

"One trait of mental illness is denial. The patient often finds itself unable to grasp what's truth and what's not. At times, they would even go as far as hurting the people they love. And worse, themselves."

V looked away, wishing the visions to stop plaguing him, to stop showing him these painful memories,...

"Day forty - six: Hydrotherapy."

The poet looked once more, and this time, he saw the nurses tying the girl's hands and feet and throwing a sheet over her head, twisting it roughly around her throat so she would not scream. They, then, put her in a bathtub filled with what looked like ice water.

"This turn of the century technique proved to be highly effective in reducing the patient's agitation by submerging it in cold water, especially during manic episodes. I will keep her submerged for extended periods of time, instructing my assistants to add more - "

"ENOUGH!" V howled as he chased the visions away.

And with just one blink, he's back to his own reality.

~ XIII. Descend To Madness

8. Wojciech Killar’s Mina Dracula

"These letters," V began as he looked back at the poet's grandchild. " ... Victor,... tried to get your mother back?"

"Indeed. He told me he wanted to raise her and give her the life she once promised to (Y/N). But, as you can see, Lady Daniella refused. Victor admitted to burning and discarding all of (Y/N)'s mementos in the past but, he regretted it later. Lady Daniella, on the other hand, hid everything, including those documents and the old photographs. She may have refused Victor his very own child, but she refused to burn the last remnants of her best friend's happiest memories on earth. She showed them to my mother before she died.

"And those letters you have in your hand? They were the only things left that reminded Victor of his relationship with (Y/N) and the child born out of their love. That was,... all he had,..."

The woman wiped her tears once more and went on.

"So, I made it a point to bring these photographs the next time I visited England. I showed them to him, and for the very first time, he looked really happy and emotional. He refused to let go of these photographs. He told me everything that happened between him and his beloved (Y/N), of those little letters passed in the middle of the night, of the times they played music together, of those times when they read poetry together, of that one time she confessed, of that very first night he shared with her. He told me all of those with tears, and he told me that he regretted every foolish decision he has made in his miserable life, of leaving her, of hurting her, of marrying another just to forget her.

"He had his marriage to the American woman annulled just to take his beloved under his wing. He took her to England. Despite his own disability, he took care of her, fed her, bathed her. He did everything he can to make up for his own mistakes. But, due to her own disability due to a lot of complications and trauma, she was never able to reciprocate. She died in his arms a month later in the year of 1899. He became even more depressed and crippled with pain and regret and guilt. He slowly lost the ability to walk, and he lost his fame as a writer due to the Lancaster scandal that was forever linked to him. He died without even seeing his daughter in person."

V and Roman watched with difficulty as the old woman wept for her grandfather, and V actually felt sorry for the poet. He may have hated him for what he's done, but he realized that all his life, Victor did everything he can to make up for his mistakes.

But, he knew that the poet was too late.

~ XIV. The Lovers' Grandchild

9. Kenny Rankin's Haven't We Met

"Come here, V!" Roman said with a huge smile ( still unaware of what's happening to the wedding cake ) as he took the poet's arm and dragged him towards the center. V arrived just in time to see Avery dragging the lucky girl who caught the bouquet towards the center to where he was. Avery looked up at V, smiled at him, and moved to the side, revealing to him the girl who was now holding her bouquet.

And as he looked at the girl, he couldn't help but get mesmerized and emotional at the same time. The girl, who laid her (E/C) - colored eyes on his green ones, felt the same as some kind of unknown emotion started to form in her chest.

She brushed a wayward (H/C) lock away from her face and placed it behind her ear. She, then, gave him that smile that V was longing to see once more.

And with an achingly familiar voice that he thought he would never hear ever again, she spoke to him.

"Haven't we met?" She asked him.

"My,... Evening Star,..." V whispered as he smiled at her,...

~ Epilogue

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