#give me something good ao3

[stealthypussycat]

⚠️EVERYONE PLEASE KEEP CALM.

Our Ao3 writers (even me) are already working overtime to fix-it the damage.

[the-kinning-hour]

Me looking at my Ao3 page when it doesn’t have every ship I am looking for, my precise platonic headcanons, and every friendship I want in one 20+ chapter 300k word fanfic with perfectly crafted grammar, quotes and zero tropes that I specifically do not like

[musicalmoritz]

Defending Kousano online isn’t enough, I need to reach into people’s brains and make them understand that sapphic ships deserve to be just as complicated as mlm ones, and that a wlw ship being toxic doesn’t automatically make it unlikable. For years femslash ships in male-dominated media were only depicted as the “fluffy side-pairings” and we’ve been seeing a shift in that lately with the rise of “toxic yuri.” This is good!! Fluffy ships are great but lesbians deserve just as much diversity in their pairings as ships that involve men. Not everyone likes toxic ships but the people who do don’t deserve to be called evil when they’re not doing anything inherently wrong. The two strongest arguments against Kousano (“people only ship it because it’s hot” + “it would be toxic”) sound so hypocritical when you take into account how those same antis eat up mlm ships with the same problems. Most Kousano shippers are lesbians anyways so calling people lesbiphobic for liking the ship is both chronically online and just plain stupid

[clevereverest]

Day 2 of “Hey, Red” / Redfinch Event Week — Fic Recommendations!!

@newsiesficchallenges

I have a bunch of Redfinch fics saved on my AO3, so here’s a list of some favorites!

a quiet place (where i can scream how i love you) by enter_plot_holes_here

Hiding My Heart by indigo_penstrokes

somewhere only we know by orphan_account

Making Chinese Takeout to Propose to My Boyfriend by rosesupposes

Are You Single? by orphan_account

what’s electric more than two lovers? by orphan_account

ima love you even though i’m scared by expert_fisherman

Seven Hours In Hell by Imnotweirdjustwriting

you are that love of mine by orphan_account

And now, someone already promoted all my Redfinch fics (thanks @orangesand-lemons-234!), but I feel an obligation to link my AO3 Dashboard for ease of access!

If you go to Works, then filter it by the Albert/Finch relationship tag, you’ll find 14 fics that include this lovely couple :D

[rouge-fauna]

I think you’re talking about these posts [here & here], I don’t know if there have been others.

I'm not gonna say what I did was right, you are correct I should probably just not respond to asks getting me to talk about other people. I will say for these two posts those people had already blocked me I’m pretty sure, so it’s kinda hard to talk directly to them in that case. And I was not doing so anonymously and had not blocked them so I wasn’t hiding what I was saying. I did not follow them, I am not part of the innitor community, and not that that makes it right but I do think it is kinda different. Though you make a good point, perhaps we should stop this pattern of responding to asks about other blogs and such.

Still, the biggest thing to me I realized, back in elementary school when I first dealt with this, was that honestly all the time we talk about people behind their back. Talking about people when they aren’t always in the room is kinda just inevitable and part of socializing, however I think the important part is how you are talking about other people. It’s when you are insulting them, talking negatively about them to people they know, spreading false information and so on that it becomes not okay. Hopefully that makes sense.

In these cases I merely focused on the lore. I didn’t insult them or talk shit about them, as a person, as a blog or say their takes were stupid or they are stupid or speculate about their trauma or mental history. I just talked about reasons why I disagreed, or saw things differently and why we might see things differently. They were also not the only ones I saw to say similar things so I think in my mind I was making more of a general discussion, not trying to target them specifically. I didn’t post beyond that about them. But you are right, regardless it was probably not the right way to go about things.

But just to be clear, if I am a hypocrite it is not my intention. I haven’t vague blogged anyone or meant to vague reblog anyone. I think this week is pretty much the first time I’ve ever been not naming, passive aggressively talking about blogs, and even then I’m not trying to insult them, trying to cancel them. I’m just expressing that before you go off about how I’m stupid and unable to have a discussion about it, the very least you could’ve done was give me an opportunity to try.

[lipstickontheglass1985]

honestlyyyy i lowkey need to burn down my smartphone

[bunisher]

There’s a light on in Frank’s apartment window.

Pete notices it from the street, stepping up out of the subway stairs across from Frank’s building. It didn’t feel right to swing, and if he’s here for the reason he thinks he is, it makes more sense to be bundled up for the walk home anyways.

There’s a light on in the window, but there’s no movement -- no shadows. That feels more final than the news report that’s been running on the tv all night.

last grasp (at the life worth living)

[natjennie]

if there's one thing I'm good at it's for coming up with ideas that would make really good fanfics and never ever writing them.

[slingerapen]

Encanto tag on ao3 has the unique ability to make me feel like shit even after filtering

[stealthypussycat]

I usually don't like the new updates that are made in the symborck-eddie/venom feed in Ao3. Why should they make polyamorous stories where a third party joins the relationship? or even, up to a quarter, I express my discontent with the eddie/venom/flash and the eddie/venom/anne/dan. I respect that others will like that label but that is why I am reading all the stories written a year or two ago, counted are the new stories of this boat that respect that it is only the two of them.🙄🥲

[littiescorp]

Just finished my first TJ Klune book. My emotions are in pieces ✌️

[boggyboats]

Another Yoshioka Mamoru fic for y’all!

This one’s longer and contains sgekurei (Ekurei with Yoshioka involved) and a little bit of Terumob sprinkled in

Rated Mature because of the deeper subjects that will come!

[morphlingunderscore]

Dream A Little Dream [With] Me

Warnings: Slightly graphic (but unrealistic) description of injury. Choking.

"What exactly is your game here, Lawrence?"

The world bends and warps around her words, like a thin film being distorted by heat. The two demons sit far apart, separated by a matte black desk and a gorge cut straight into the mantle. The smell is unbearable, cloying sweetness dancing with the tar bubbling up from the wound in the floor. 

The two demons sit far apart, disconnected. But the world bends and warps around her words, and the younger demon cannot resist the pull. 

He flinches. Tar coats the back of his throat, and marigold blooms in his lungs. 

He should not need to breathe. 

He should be safe. 

He should be far enough away. 

But he is not. He is not. He is not.

He flinches, and he chokes, petals dripping jet black from his mouth and crystalizing into obsidian dewdrops, scattering around him like the shed tears of a monster, unfathomably large, and yet, heartbreakingly small. 

"You can't even say?" The older demon scoffs, acidic smoke billowing from that canyon between them. Clinging, clinging, clinging, staining his suit, his body, his filthy, rotting bones. His claws break skin, and the same smoke echoes forth. "...You don't know, do you?" 

Her words are candy sweet, drenched in pity. She shakes her head, stands from her chair. Remains unfazed as her desk is swallowed by that growing canyon, bubbling with viscous hate, hungrier by the second. 

Remains unfazed when it begins to swallow her, too. 

"You don't know because you've already shown your hand," she continues softly, sweetly, sinking slowly into the molten tar. Her hand reaches out, caresses his face, gentle as anything. "And you're terrified that they'll realize it's all you've got."

For the first time, the younger demon raises his heavy head. His lips, stained black like ichor, twitch around a weak snarl. Smoke slips between his sharp teeth. 

His claws dig into the older demon's wrist, sinking butter-smooth through flesh and sinew. 

She does not flinch.

"They–" 

He coughs, voice hoarser than hell. Tar-coated marigolds splatter on the older demon's deathly pale face. 

She does not flinch. 

"They like playing with me," he grits out, gnashing far too many teeth. The older demon is nearly submerged, now, arm straining to remain in his tearing, iron grip. "T-They don't care what cards I got."

She smiles. It is achingly, painfully sweet. A terrible impression of a doting mother, pasted onto the face of a demon who never wanted to be. 

His claws snap through her radius first, and then her ulna. Her hand falls limp and lifeless in his lap, laid to rest in a pile of river-smooth obsidian and marigolds, like something precious, something holy. 

Blasphemous.

She does not flinch.

"But you won't be fun forever," she croons, tilting her head to the sky. The tar pulls at her taut skin, peeling her eyes open and wide. "And when they get bored of playing, Lawrence, who will you run back to?"

The younger demon watches emptily, eyes dulled and blackened, as the older is consumed in her entirety. The hand in his lap, once a mockery of the divine, rots away into a foul-smelling puddle of ichor. 

The demon, still sat in his chair, surrounded by obsidian tears and once-beautiful flowers, drops his head once more. 

Quiet submission. 

Exhausted acceptance. 

A neck bared to the waiting blade of the guillotine. 

"...You."

Lydia Deetz gasps awake.

[protaetia]

🐞

[twpsyn-who]

We did it guys!

Whoooo. Yey. First work in this fandom and is a rare ship too. I love myself.

Anyway I found a Mungrove fic so I'm going to act like I haven't posted this and read that instead. Love you guys, have a nice day!