#ao3 for dummies

[batcavescolony]

’I wish ao3 would let me...’ p2

"I wish ao3 had a way to sort my bookmarks by finished works"

Put complete:true (exactly like that) in the Search Within Results section of the Sort And Filter section of your Bookmarks, now your bookmarks are sorted by completed works.

"I wish ao3 would let me sort works by chapter number"

put expected_number_of_chapters: 1 (exactly like that) in the Search Within Results section of the filter to get all fics with one chapter. If you change the number it changes the number of chapters so 5 will pull up fics with 5 chapters and on and on. if you want to sort out all fics with one chapter (or 5 for 30 whatever) put -expected_number_of_chapters: 1 (exactly like that) in the Search within results section of the filter.

"I wish I could sort by more then one language"

Step one go to here and find the code for your languages of choice it will be like fr for French, es for Spanish but find that for your languages.

then go to the Search Within Results section of the filters and put in language_id:abbreviation OR language_id:abbreviation

(exactly like that) but where it says 'abbreviation' put the language code so

language_id:fr OR language_id:es

Will pull up fics in only French or Spanish

"I wish ao3 would let me not see works by a certain author but I don't want to block them"

Find the author, copy their name, go to the Search Within Results section and put -(author) so -batcavescolony then sort and filter. Now for that section you won't see anything by that author

Link to my ao3 guide

[fabled-lady-twilla]

✨Twilla's Fandom Blog Introduction✨

Hello my fellow nerdlings, my name is Twilla and this is my new multi-fandom/fanfiction writing inspiration blog. I'm currently looking for active fanfiction writeblrs and MHA/JJK/general fandom blogs to follow and interact with! I would really appreciate it if you could like or reblog this so I can follow you and we can chat about our favorite fandoms and ships. ♡

A Little About Me

I'm a sassy bisexual woman-child (in her late twenties) who LIVES for reading and writing fanfiction and original fiction stories. For those of you that don't know me, my other blog is lovelyladyventress, which is mainly a FF7-centric blog. The few fandoms I love enough to write fanfiction for are as follows: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Final Fantasy 7.

My Absolute Favorite Ships

My Hero Academia

OTP: ShigaDeku🖤 (This ship is ✨ruining✨my life)

Runner-Ups: BakuDeku🧡, DabiHawks💙, TogaChako💜

Other Ships: TodoDeku, DabiDeku, ShinDeku, DekuHawks, ShigaDabiDeku, DabiDekuHawks, KiriDekuBaku, TodoBakuDeku, Dekubowl, EndHawks, ShigaDabiHawks, ShinKami, MonoShin, KiriBaku, KudoIchi, TogaChako, TsuChako, MiruYumi, SetsuMori, MitsuInko, KacChako, KamiJirou, IidaMei, MezoTsuyu, OjiToru, KiriMina, ToshInko

Themes, Tropes, and Content I Write

exploring human relationships: platonic, familial, and romantic

enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, friends to lovers

sensuality, intimacy, slow burn romance, spicy scenes

soulmates, souls bonds, magical ties, and mental links that are usually tied to main enemy (looking at you ShigaDeku)

angsty, whumpy, dark, intense, and sometimes traumatic scenes, and lots of hurt/comfort (with HEAPS & HEAPS of comfort)

sexual identity, self-discovery, individual journeys, character growth, overcoming adversity and bad experiences, and of course, finding genuine happiness at the end of the story. Very, very few stories I write have sad, unsatisfying endings (because I am a TOTAL sap haha)

If any of above sounds appealing to you, give me a follow and lets chat! ❤️❤️❤️

[frickerdoodledoo]

Finally doing the thing

These motherfuckers have my brain in a choke hold.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Practice Makes Perfect

Breathe, Ralsei, you think to yourself, you've got this.

You wipe the sweat from your paws, smoothing out the front of your best satin dress - the one with the lacy frills all along the hem and the beautiful rose gold trimming all around the black heart window. Dress for the position you wanted, so you'd read - and while you couldn't possibly face them like this just yet, you know that this would be the garment that would seal the deal... so to speak.

You glance over the rim of your spectacles at the figure stood in front of you - this stalwart mannequin has been with you since the beginning, a taciturn companion in the long, lonely days leading up to the heroes' arrival. It looked a little different now, however - since confiscating it from that shameless Addison, you'd adorned it in a rather fetching suit of armour, and you'd remarked aloud about how dashing the effect was. Over its face was a photograph you'd crudely stuck on at the last minute, just to complete the illusion. It's slapdash work, but looking at it now you can't help but notice your pulse speed up a little and your breath run dry.

God, if a mere facsimile of the real thing could invoke this in you...

...no, focus! Now is not the time to get lost in reverie, no matter how pleasant. You have a job to do, and you're determined to see it through.

Now then. You play through the steps in your head. First, give them a warm smile - nice and easy one to start off with! Then, you step forward confidently before raising your arms up... or is it the other way around? You briefly consider going back over the courtship manual you'd been reading, before realising - confound it all! - that you'd placed it back on the shelf in the castle library. Oh, conceited prince, who thought you had all the answers!

...you'd definitely locked the bedroom door, hadn't you...? W-what if Lancer or Queen walked in... or heaven forfend, one of the lightners...! You flick a wrist in the direction of the door, and your scarf obeys, lashing out towards the handle and giving it a quick twist. The gnarled oak rattles in its frame, but remains put, and you breathe a little sigh.

...alright, well, forget all that just now. This is just practice after all, it doesn't matter if you don't get it exactly right first try, does it? And so, with resolve renewed, you step confidently towards the mannequin and raise your arms...

...do you go over the shoulders or round the waist...? With shoulders you'd have better access to their face and hair, but a waist hug would increase the overall contact between you... but would that seem too... desperate? Perhaps a mix of the two, with one arm over and one under, would be best... more of a "good pal" or "bro" hug, as you believe they're called. But then, why go to all these lengths just for something like that...?

JUST HUG THE DAMN DUMMY RALSEI, you scream inwardly, and before you can object, you rush forwards, almost tackling the mannequin to the floor as you envelop it in a tight embrace at the waist.

You shiver a little at the coldness of the metal as it presses against you, but the cloth jumpsuit beneath is delightfully warm and soft to the touch, and you almost fancy that it pushes lightly back against you, as if responding to your gentle caresses. You bury your snout into the crook of its neck; sweet apple mingles with rich notes of chocolate and blueberry in your nostrils, making your fur stand on end and your mouth salivate uncontrollably. A shuddering sigh escapes you, electricity dancing across your extremities, flushing your skin with wanton heat and jump-starting your frail heart into overdrive.

You don't remember the last time you'd felt this way; so close to heaven you could almost taste it, the fulfillment of a beloved object returning to its rightful owner. You whet your lips with your tongue as you prepare to administer the coup-de-grace, your mouth a hair's breadth from its cheek, breath hot and heavy with the promise of eternal rhapsody...

'HEY RALSEI GET OUT HERE!' calls a terrifying voice from somewhere outside, and you let loose a shriek. You try and push yourself away from the dummy, but in your panic your claws dig into the fabric and pull it on top of you instead. And almost in that exact same instant, the lock on your door fails and in walks Susie, rubbing her shoulder.

'We've been waiting AGES for you to come down! The hell you been doing up... here...?'

You lock eyes with her, feeling like you might burst into tears at any moment. She sweeps her gaze across you and the mannequin tangled together on the bed, and you realise with clasping horror that you'd somehow managed to wrap your legs around its base in the chaos. The desire to sink back into the primordial darkness whence you came is overwhelming as hot shame stings your cheeks. For her part, she looks mortified.

'...uhh, should I come back later, or...?'

'IT-IT-IT ISN'T WHAT IT L-LOOKS LIKE SUSIE!' you whine up at her pitifully, knowing full well that it will do absolutely nothing to convince her otherwise. 'I-I was practicing hugging w-with the d-d-dummy and it... it fell on t-top of me and...!'

The dragoness snorts, and then falls about in peals of laughter. You note that the shame you're feeling is now tinged with annoyance.

'You... up here with that... I-I can't dude, I just...!' she breathes in-between attacks of bellowing laughter, holding up a claw as if telling you to make it stop.

'Susie, p-please...!' you say, extruding yourself from the dummy and standing upright with what little dignity you can muster. 'It wasn't that funny! ...was it?'

You stand there and wait for her to compose herself. You try to keep in mind that it could always be worse - what if Kris had decided to walk in instead? You really would have shrunk away into nothingness if that were to have happened...!

'Y-you're not going to tell them, a-are you Susie...?'

She looks at you, eyes still creased with mirth, jaws clamped shut to try and stave off the giggles. You realise in that moment that mere platitudes will not work here.

'...how many cakes would you like?'

'...let's start with three,' she replies after a moment, still grinning from ear-to-ear, 'and we'll go from there. How's that sound?'

...well, three wasn't so bad. You could dash those off in ten minutes, and you'd doubt even Susie would be able to handle anything else after that...

'Th-thanks, Susie...' you mouth, no more breath to articulate your words. 'I d-don't know what I'd have done if they'd found out, so...'

'Found out what?'

Susie's grin twitches again as you turn to look towards the door, almost shrieking a second time when you see Kris stood there, staring directly at you and the discarded dummy dressed exactly like them on the floor by the bed...

...nothingness it is then, you think, as you collapse into a heap of clothes onto the floor.

[grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics]

[ID: How to run the underworld for dummies]

[m0e-ru]

Before he could voice another thought, however, Namatame pointed at his hat. “Can you really see well with your hat like that? I’m sure it keeps the rain out of your face, but...”

Even from how the shorter one looked up, the angle of the employee’s cap didn’t feel right.

“Ah? What's up with it? Should it be down?” the attendant asked to clarify.

namatame telling the attendant to fix his hat i think thats self explanatory lol. some sort of filler episode to clarify he doesnt have myopia or anything he just wasnt wearing his hat properly LMAO

[hexenmond]

build-a-divider tool v1.0 is ONLINE!

Yes yes yes! I'm really happy with it so far! Since my lovely svg images don't work on AO3 (as yet), I added an option for gradients. Also nice!

So folks, there it is, you can go give your fanfiction some lovely dividers without having to learn a thing about CSS. Just play around a bit and copypaste the resulting code.

🌟 Have Fun! 🌟

(If you've missed what this is about: how to make pretty AND accessible dividers in my AO3 formatting manual)

[starofthemorning16]

[batcavescolony]

Guide to Archive Of Our Own, aka Ao3.

How to make an ao3 account

How to tag

How to make a direct link to a filtered version of a tag/how to put ao3 on your home screen

How to change ao3s colors

How to find fics and how to use filters

'I wish ao3 would let me...'

'I wish ao3 would let me...' p2

'I wish ao3 would let me...' p3

'I wish ao3 would let me...' Ask (kudos)

Ao3 TOS update

Work around for searching 'Mark for Later' fics

(Editing as added, if you have anything you wanna know ask)

[nocoffeeforoldmen]

belated WIP Wednesday I guess?

so I've been toying around with this no tadpoles AU wherein Gale is the wizard who has taken over Ramazith's Tower and Rolan is his apprentice. then of course I finally am writing Orla's and Gale's love story, which has obviously gone differently than with the canon story, but I do love me a good childhood friends to lovers trope. so here's a lil bit of that.

The golden eyes fell upon the tiefling briefly pleased. Then they glowed in recognition. “This is Rolan?” she repeated without taking her eyes from the landing. An affirmative came from Gale combined with some other related tangent until she slapped a hand against his chest. “You do realize your apprentice and his–” She then turned her voice in the direction of the other tieflings, who she assumed to be Cal and Lia, “–siblings have been staying in a hostel since their arrival, don’t you?”

Gale’s face fell as he looked up at Rolan. “I wasn’t aware, no,” he answered quietly. “Why wouldn’t you have mentioned that you hadn’t secured lodgings outside of a hostel?” Another slap came to his chest. His face twisted as his attention turned back to the woman he stood with. A hand flew to hold onto his now throbbing chest. “Seems wholly unnecessary.”

“Gale Dekarios, where exactly do you suppose three young people who likely just faced exile from the only home they ever knew would find lodgings in this city?” she scolded. “For someone who is so undeniably brilliant, it seems the simple act of common sense eludes you.”

His brows furrowed and lips pressed into a tight line. “Once again, these reactions are entirely unwarranted,” he grumbled, rubbing at his chest. His eyes briefly drifted toward the tiefling still standing above them. There was nothing unusual about Rolan being there as he arrived at least three tendays prior. Gale’s attention snapped back to his apprentice at the realization. Three tendays. “You should have alerted me, though, Rolan. We could have made arrangements.”

“And we will make those arrangements immediately,” the woman cut in before Rolan even had the opportunity to respond. Gold eyes were intense on the tiefling but no longer filled with the same concern they held upon her arrival. “You’ll be staying with us.”

“Excuse me?” both Rolan and Gale guffawed at her suggestion.

With one brow arched, she turned her focus back to the wizard beside her. She reached out to fuss with the collar of his robe, which had folded itself inward at some point during the shelving of books. Folding the collar right side out, she smoothed her palm over his clavicle and lingered with her hand on his chest for a moment. “Yes, your mother and sister will be staying with Aurelia regardless,” she explained, voice softer. “And Tara will certainly bear no mind to the additional bodies in the house so long as she finally meets this highly praised Rolan.”

Into the main clearing of the floor came one of the hooligans she had referenced when she interrupted. This tiefling was tall and broad, clad in worn potentially second hand leather armor. Though similar in skin tone and overall coloring to Rolan, his whole demeanor was gentler. More approachable. “So,” he began with a finger wagging in the air. Rolan’s dagger-like stare prompted him to clear his throat and fold his hands in front of him. “Apologies for the interruption, but… um… Mrs… Of Waterdeep, do you… perhaps have a couch…”

Tumbling in behind the first half of the ne'er do wells came the second. A slight tiefling with her ashy hair falling into her face and a bow perched on her back. “Or even a nice balcony,” she added with a hopeful grin. “Beggars needn’t be choosers. We’ll take the balcony, and you’re more than welcome to stow Rolan in the bathtub if need be.” 

“Not that we don’t think that you would have plenty of rooms in such a… large tower,” Cal continued, gesturing to the library around them. “We just wouldn’t want to assume.”

[lynn-reads-and-writes]

Tryna figure out if yall deserve that last chapter after electing that man

[pjunicornart]

Worrying (mini comic)

Yes, this is actually something I had to realize recently... Because, fun fact about Autism, a physical sign/symptom is frequent constipation and irregular bowel movements. Something which made it very difficult for my parents to potty train me. So... yeah. Now you know about my bowel habits, I guess. As well as Neil's.

But hey! Now you know what Jaxon looks like! :D

Read Discovery - Recovery on -> AO3

[princessgemma12]

CHAPTER 2 UPDATE

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Goosebumps Series - R. L. Stine Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Slappy the Dummy/Amy Kramer (Goosebumps), Slappy the Dummy/Original Female Character(s), Slappy the Dummy & Other(s), Amy Kramer & Other(s), Dennis the Dummy & Amy Kramer, Curly the Skeleton & Slappy the Dummy, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Amy Kramer, Slappy the Dummy, Dennis the Dummy (Goosebumps), Ray Thurston, Mr. Kramer (Goosebumps), Mrs. Kramer (Goosebumps), Sara Kramer, Jed Kramer, Curly the Skeleton (Goosebumps), Wally the Dummy, Mr. Wood (Goosebumps), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Non-Binary Character, Original Trans Character(s) Additional Tags: Demons, Demons Are Assholes, Soul Bond, Souls, Blood Magic, Magic, Blood and Injury, Demon Blood, Fire Magic, Demonic Possession, Demon Deals, Dolls, Demon/Human Relationships, Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Eldritch, Mental Health Issues, Queer Character, Drug Use, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Age Difference Summary:

It would be an utter lie for Amy to claim that Slappy hadn't left his mark on her--call it trauma, call it an eye-opening experience (call it something akin to fate), it didn't matter. He'd changed something fundamental inside her, snipped the wires in her brain and soldered them back together into a different shape. Maybe it was this, this strange remnant of a connection she couldn't shake, that drew him back to her...

{{Rewritten version of "Crossroads"}}

[shantechni]

Y'all, I've been writing on and off for almost seven years and I'm still pulling rookie moves like accidentally posting a drafted fic before it's ready to be posted.

[shannondiazs]

"tommy kinard bashing" how about you come here so i can bash your face into the pavement ☺️🫶