#ao3 in bio

[heyitskai2]

hold on babe, i just uploaded my completed 48k enemies to lovers merthur fanfic to ao3 and im reading the comments

[catsushinyakajima]

Something something sunset scene….

[thedaselcor]

Love Arthur as gay, love Arthur as bi/pansexual, but may I present... Arthur as fundamentally Merlinsexual: His whole life, Arthur had thought that he would marry for his kingdom. He’d never been especially interested in women, but he assumed that it was normal and, since he had to marry for Camelot anyway, that it really didn’t matter. Then Merlin kissed him, and he kissed Merlin back. And the kiss was passionate and feverish, and it spent several minutes getting more passionate and feverish before he’d been able to pull himself away. And something about it ignited the bond he’d shared with Merlin since the day he’d had Merlin imprisoned and he’d refused to back down. That spark… 

[daydreamerwonderkid]

"Another AO3 author with too much time on his hands"

Where the fics at?

[kyri45]

"They sleep together (literally sleeping together, not sex yet)" WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! Tf you mean yet? We ain't skipping over that! Are we finna get smut?

(Like one of those scenes in a movie where it cuts to them with the blanket over them while looking at the roof)

I'm gonna say it once and never again. I don't like drawing PWP.

BUT! I may be ace, but if it's "WITH" plot, then....

[moss-the-mage]

Just saw a fic tagged as "free palestine btw" as if that's in any way relevant or appropriate. This is an archive. There's no algorithm, and there are no viral movements or tags.

[afterthefuneral]

A sketch from the latest chapter of my fic Confessions of a Bio Exorcist. Beetlejuice and Lydia had a disagreement earlier that day, and she was hesitant to say if she loves him. She doesn’t want to talk to him, so he just coils his arms around her in silence.

[civetfish]

Nerd-to-nerd communication

Something super pointless and self-indulgent I've had on the backburner for a while. I love trying to make the pieces they gave us fit together!

Al-AN and Robin would absolutely bond over learning about each other's biology. I could talk about this forever but I'll get into all of the headcanons I have for these two in another post eventually

Below the cut is another version with some extra bits and pieces and the transcription

Transcript :

Architect Anatomy A. Architect "Brain" - Doesn't "store" information so much as allow for easy communication with the network B. Brainstem - connects the information received to the central nervous/circulatory system C. "Heart" - Circulatory system pumps the bioluminescent fluid to other organ systems and surface veins. Each node connects to a vast vasculature network D. "Kidneys" - Organs that filter the bioluminescent "blood" and other bodily fluids, absorbing and distributing collected material E. Nerve Center - Receives raw sensory data and filters it. Filtering can be unconscious or intentional

F. "Respiratory" Tract - Intakes gases or liquids and filters out material for use. Disposes of waste on exhale. Provides cooling to internal systems

The respiratory tract functions less like a set of lungs and more akin to a computer's cooling system, with the ability to absorb material from the environment to use in other parts of the body. It also would likely help the architect's body analyze the environment it is currently exposed to on a molecular level. It is also truly unidirectional, with the intake vents near the "collarbone" and the exhaust vents on both sides of the abdomen

The architect organ cache in-game felt like it was definitely not a complete model of the internal organs, so I wanted to come up with something to fill some more space. I also just really liked the idea of Al-An being capable of something similar to breathing, without having a respiratory system in the traditional sense. Feel free to use any of this in your own headcanons if you would like :)

BONUS - a gif of all the layers!

[erinwantstowrite]

Following you on both tt and tumblr is hilarious sometimes cause now I know exactly which tiktok edit inspired that spy x family au

it's like seeing directly into my mind. i saw that edit and my brain chemistry shifted and i was like "everyone needs to know what just happened"

[heyitskai2]

HEY Y'ALL!! every single chapter of my new fic like the love that discovered the sin (lover, be good to me) has been posted on ao3!! im so so excited to share this, it's been plaguing me for literally years.

GO CHECK OUT @mestrel to see the original ideas and art behind this work (it's super good guys i pinky swear)

[its-alittleobsessed]

Going through my ao3 bookmarks like an addict staring at a goddamn fentanyl-cocaine IV line.

[thedaselcor]

“You don’t actually have to do that, you know? I can manage…” Arthur said, as Merlin worked the various straps of his armour. 

Merlin gazed into Arthur’s eyes several moments longer than necessary before responding. “I don’t mind, I--I like getting to be the one who takes care of you.”

“Do you?” Arthur asked, eyes flitting down to Merlin’s lips and back, the moment drawing out, charged and tense.

Merlin swallowed nervously, suddenly unable to make a sound come out. So, he bit his bottom lip lightly, and nodded.

“I could get used to that.”

Merlin smirked, the power of sarcasm sparking his voice back to full force. “It’s been a year, you’d think that’d be enough time to get used to it.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and shoved Merlin away… then immediately pulled him back in for a long, passionate, kiss.

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

there are many things i think my school district could improve on but i will always be eternally grateful that they left ao3 unblocked. How else could i have created the tender memory of my ap bio teacher letting me into his classroom bc i always got to school stupid early and it was freezing outside so i’d sit at my triangular whiteboard desk at 7:50 in the morning reading a 100k+ highly explicit shuake fic before school even started .

[thetomorrowshow]

when you had nothing to say

CHAPTER 3

uhhh if this is the first one you see it's a fic in which the world where the evolutionists all started on descended into war. after fighting in the war for several years, they fled to evo together. this fic is a 5+1 about 5 times that someone found out Jimmy was Deaf and 1 time he was accommodated :)

cw: internalized ableism

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Jimmy wakes up in bed, gasping for stolen breath.

He’s still shaking from that death, his heart beating too fast. How had that—he’d thought it would be safe to touch, he hadn’t thought—

He checks his communicator.

Ren and Skizz down, too.

How much of an idiot—?

Jimmy messages an apology into chat, tries to shake off the feeling of exploding. It’s one of his least favorite ways to die, getting blown into bits all over the place. Even on worlds like these, where they respawn. He hates tnt.

Jimmy sits on his bed for too long, probably, just trying to catch his breath after such an intense end. He didn’t like that. Holy moly, he didn’t like that at all.

Get up, he tells himself. Come on, get up, go do something.

He doesn’t.

It’s too overwhelming, is all. He’s fine, he’s fine, he just needs a minute to sort himself out before he can bear to leave this room. He needs a minute to gather his thoughts, blown apart by the explosion just like his body—

A minute grows into two, into three, into. . . .

He isn’t sure how long he sits there, but soon enough, his door opens, and Scott, Grian, and Scar file in.

Jimmy straightens, trying to look like he hadn’t just been staring into space, limbs trembling and mind flashing through with memories. They don’t seem to notice, judging by the lack of anything but gleeful pity on their faces. Good.

Grian’s mouth moves, his voice muffled and near-silent. Jimmy frowns—he hadn’t even realized his hearing aids weren’t on. He clicks on the power on the left piece, then the right—but the right one pops painfully and he hisses, turning it back off.

He takes it out, turns it this way and that. It looks okay—he turns it on in his hand and it sparks once, but otherwise seems fine.

Jimmy carefully fits the hearing aid back in his ear, then looks up. All three of his friends are watching him, and Grian raises his eyebrows.

“All good?” he asks, but Jimmy doesn’t hear it.

He clicks off the left one again, panic sprouting in his chest. They can’t be broken. They can’t, they just can’t, he can’t afford another pair—

Turning the left one back on doesn’t do anything, though. Turning off and on the right one doesn’t do anything but make it spark again.

“My hearing aids are broken,” he manages, his throat tightening. “I—I don’t have spares. The explosion—”

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening! He’s been exploded loads of times, why did this one break his hearing aids?

Grian’s shoulders slump; Scott won’t stop staring at his ears. Grian takes his communicator out of his pocket, types out a message. A moment later, Jimmy’s own communicator vibrates on his hip.

Sorry, I don’t remember any sign. Do you need to drop out of the game?

“I can keep playing,” he says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’ve been deaf for a long time, I—I know how to deal with it. I just . . . being able to hear is helpful.”

Grian fixes him with a sympathetic expression. Scar wheels himself over, squeezes Jimmy’s hand.

“You’ve got this,” he says. “All you . . . okay?”

“I missed most of that.”

Scar just squeezes his hand again.

When Grian and Scar leave, Grian with promises to help pay for a new pair, Scott comes over to Jimmy’s bed and sits beside him, typing out a message on his communicator.

I didn’t know that you’re deaf.

“I don’t really hide it,” says Jimmy. “I don’t go around shouting about it, but it isn’t a secret.”

Why didn’t you tell me?

Absentmindedly, to help gather his thoughts in a quiet world, Jimmy starts to sign as he speaks. “Never came up, I guess. I just assume people already know—but now that I think about it—”

He considers it for a moment.

“Um, now you know,” he counts off his fingers. “Grian, Scar, Martyn, BigB. I think that’s it, though.”

Had he really told so few people?

It isn’t quite the truth, really, that it never came up. There were plenty of opportunities over the past weeks to talk about his hearing loss, to explain why sometimes he asked Scott to repeat himself multiple times, or why he usually didn’t hear calls of his name.

He avoided it, though, even if he didn’t have a real reason to. Did he need a reason to not give others a weakness to exploit? Did he need a reason to let others know this truly vulnerable part of himself?

It explains your lisp.

“I have a lisp?” Jimmy exclaims. Grian had always told him he was perfectly understandable, and Martyn didn’t say anything, and nobody else has ever seemed to realize that he was deaf.

It’s not bad, you just kind of over-do the s sound.

He never even knew. That’s so—that’s so weird! He’s had a lisp, apparently, and no one told him.

“That’s so weird,” he says, fidgeting a bit with the torn hem of his shirt. “But—erm, I’ll probably be a pretty useless ally, now. Sorry, you’re on your own.”

He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to be alone in this, when he can’t hear a thing in a world full of hearing people. It’s lonely, so dreadfully lonely, and it always has been. He doesn’t want to go back to that. He never wanted to.

He refuses to drag Scott down any more than he already has, though.

“You can use my house as storage, or something,” Jimmy says, though he still can’t quite find it within himself to get up. “I’ll be out of here by the end of the day.”

Maybe Scar and Grian will take him in? To use as bait, if nothing else. Grian knows how to be a good friend, anyhow—he’s been in circles where people just have no clue how to treat a Deaf person and just end up ignoring them. Grian’s heard Jimmy rant about far too many times to let it happen. Otherwise, he’d prefer being on his own.

Scott taps him on the arm, and Jimmy pulls himself out of his thoughts of the desert and isolation to look at his communicator, held in front of his face.

What are you talking about?

Jimmy doesn’t have an answer for that. He thought it was pretty clear.

He shrugs. Scott types something else out.

You’re staying. You’re my flower husband, I’m not just going to leave you.

Oh.

Jimmy doesn’t expect help. He doesn’t expect that everyone should be forced to work to make things easier for him, when it’s already fine for everybody else. They shouldn’t have to make exceptions just for him.

But Scott . . . Scott doesn’t care?

Scott’s already sitting beside Jimmy, but now he wraps his arm around him, presses gently on his shoulder until Jimmy lets his head fall onto Scott’s chest. It’s—it’s—

It’s warm, is what it is. Warm, and a little bit gritty with dirt but soft, and Scott smells like sweat and gunpowder and flowers, and his chest is vibrating under Jimmy’s temple as he speaks, and Jimmy. . . .

It’s really nice after the shellshock of the explosion, is all. Jimmy doesn’t think he can be blamed when a tear slips from the corner of his eye.

Scott lets him sit there as long as he likes, and it’s just really nice. He finds stability, he thinks, so that his weakest parts can stitch themselves together again after the disaster of today.

Geez, he can’t believe he died twice. . . .

“Guess we’d better get to work,” Jimmy finally says, after what is definitely way too much time of hugging Scott. “Erm, I can lip read all right? But I need you right in front of me and talking loudly. Otherwise, you can just message me.”

Scott lets Jimmy sit up, then helps him to stand, taking his hands in his own. Looking Jimmy square in the face, he speaks, loud enough that Jimmy can match some of the quiet sounds to the movements of his mouth.

“We’ve got this.”

Jimmy tries (and fails) to suppress his smile. “Yeah, we do,” he agrees. “We’ve got this.”

[lafamilledelioncourt]

yesterday, I was writing a painful half-dead lesdaughter reunion where lestat is sobbing trying to hold his daughter's head on her neck as he attempts to save her.

today, I'm writing louis and daniel making out in a club while super freaky girl bumps in the background, and lestat stands there shell shocked and cuckolded by armand's fledgling.

anything is possible in this fandom, just saying

[thedaselcor]

Later that day, en route to Mercia

“So, when the snakes came out of Valiant’s shield?”

“Yes, that was me. I didn’t actually know how to do  that until about five minutes before it happened.”

“And Gwenivere’s father?”

“I couldn’t let him die… Granted that one initially backfired rather spectacularly.”

“Lancelot?”

“He really did kill the griffon, but I did enchant his sword. He knows, actually. I think his hearing’s a lot better than yours, he caught me the very first time.”

Arthur steadied his horse for a moment as they reached the crossroads, scanning the horizon before deciding they were okay to continue. “The light in the cave?”

“That was me, but I’m really not sure how I did it. You shouldn’t have risked yourself for me like that.”

“Nonsense you’re my… you’re… important to me.”

When the moment threatened to drag out rather awkwardly, Merlin cleared his throat and grabbed at the first jab he could find. “I didn’t assault you with a lump of wood though, with Sophia, she was a Sidhe, she enchanted you, and she was about to sacrifice you to a lake to gain immortal life--much more embarrassing.” He took off at a slightly faster clip to accentuate the punch.

“And here she could have saved herself the trouble of enchanting me and just dressed up like my pratty manservant,” Arthur grumbled under his breath, picking up the pace to follow.

“Arthur? My ears are also better than yours.”