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blue light, sleep tight
Moodboard made by @starkerkitty and AO3 link here for @khalixascorner's birthday
Pairings: Peter Parker and Tony Stark
Tags: Omegaverse, irondad, platonic
Warnings: None
It felt like a fucking Lifetime movie.
There was a storm raging outside and the little boy – his little pup – was sitting on a hard plastic chair crying and clutching a stuffed Hulk toy like a lifeline.
Little Peter Parker smelled like he was fresh from a war documentary, distressed and begging for his mom to scent him and scream it’s going to be okay until it was.
It wasn’t though.
Mary wouldn’t be returning from the car crash, Richard would never hug him again, and Tony was all the pup had.
It felt like he’d forgotten how his signature was supposed to look for a second. He wanted to run away screaming and drown himself in a bottle.
The drunken night he’d spent with Mary was one he barely remembered. She’d been trying to convince him to fund something and he’d been horny enough to indulge.
The following day, the check he’d jokingly written was gone and the sheets were cold.
Now there were paternity tests and custody papers. His lawyers were all stiff and the social worker was practically shitting herself from nerves.
“Alright, Pete. Dinner and a movie tonight sound good?” The poor thing didn’t even look up from his shoes. Lifting him onto his hip was easy enough. Peter just pressed his face into his neck and took in greedy lungfuls.
A dark part of Tony hoped that he smelled better to the boy than any of his beta parents had. If he was going to do this then he’d damn sure be the best at it.
So much was running through his head, protective instincts raging at him that this pup needed food and comfort and to be scented and a nest and–
Peter screamed the entire car ride. Tony couldn’t console him with soft shakes of his leg or the song his favorite nanny sang to him. The pup just wailed into his neck in a wordless cry for help that he couldn’t express any other way.
It didn’t stop until Peter ran out of energy and fell asleep in the car. Traffic was characteristically bad for a Friday night getting into Manhattan. It meant that his arm fell asleep halfway through what was only supposed to be a half-hour drive.
Each time Tony tried to put him down, Peter started grumbling. It left him awkwardly half-slouching with Peter almost hanging between his thighs.
Putting him down once they got inside didn’t seem to be an option either. Peter started with those I’ll cry and you’ll regret it noises, so they wound up clutching each other on the sofa.
He fell asleep like that, distantly vowing that they’d have a better morning.
Then Peter woke both of them by peeing on his lap.
Red puffy eyes were already tearing up again. Tony’s soft “I’ll get you clean, I’ll get you clean,” was more for himself than the boy. Stripping him down was weird but necessary. It was like he was intruding on Peter and he had no clue how he’d wash him without feeling like a pedophile.
To make things worse, he was flailing so hard that Tony was scared he’d grab him too tightly and leave bruises.
“Pete– okay, you gotta get– fuck it” getting dropped in the warm water JARVIS had filled the tub with shocked Peter into silence.
Splashing water gently on his face made him laugh. It was a quiet, perfect little sound that Tony wanted to hear for the rest of his life.
“I got you something for next time, you’ll like it. We’re gonna be alright Petey. I promise.”
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Life continued on like that for some time.
Peter would wake up crying because of a wet pull-up, cling to him like a second skin, and only eat small bits of food at a time. Usually, he’d fall asleep curled up against Tony with his face pressed to his neck. It didn’t leave him with much time for anything else but he’d have JARVIS read some parenting books to him.
He had no fucking clue what to do.
Sometimes, he’d see little bits of personality shine through. Peter would request that they watch Star Wars or insist on a certain shape of waffles. It grew more frequent as the weeks passed.
Even with JARVIS as a filter, there was too much shitty information on raising omegas. Most people suggest he brush the crying and clinginess off as omega hysterics, a few called him a pervert for wanting to parent an omega alone.
Finding him a reputable therapist was the best decision he’d made.
Peter started sleeping in his own bed during his after lunch naps, and once Tony figured out how to do it, he’d always let out a low rumble in response to Peter’s whines. He even started speaking better, something the therapist said had probably been stunted by the sudden trauma.
The others were all surprisingly understanding when it came to him. It wasn’t recommended that he spend too long with adults just yet – even with the team’s half-formed pack bonds – the two of them needed to form a proper scent bond first. So, they’d been keeping their distance and sending up lightly scented toys or blankets.
His only issue now was that he was going crazy.
Bringing Peter to the lab wasn’t an option because the boy liked to touch everything he saw, and Peter would wake up every time Tony moved in his sleep too much.
That part might be even weirder.
He hadn’t shared a bed with someone for more than a few nights in a row without being drunk since Pepper, and even that hadn’t lasted so long.
There were smaller things he was starting to miss too, like shitting without Peter trying to crawl into his lap or spending a day without toddler spit on him.
Putting Peter in a high chair and sticking to finger foods worked a little.
“Peter fries are food not–” a french fry to the face interrupted him and made him rethink his fondness for Peter’s high chair.
“You eat”
“I am, I have my own fries and I don’t want you to throw yours at me. Would you like it if I threw mine at you?”
And really, Tony should have known better than to question his kid like that. Peter just nodded so hard that it must have hurt his head.
He wouldn’t admit to throwing a french fry at his toddler, but he’d admit that good moments like this helped him feel a little less crazy.
Enough food made its way into Peter’s mouth to satisfy Tony. The dreaded appearance of baby wipes took the smile off his face, but Tony managed to give them both a good enough wipe-down.
After watching Bluey and drinking a cup of apple juice on the couch, Peter was tired enough that Tony put him in his own bed for the first time.
There’d been more smiles than tears recently, so he hoped that they’d have progress on that front.
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Peter liked his new friend Tony. He smelled good and Peter didn’t need a night light when they cuddled at night. He also looked a lot like Iron Man.
Waking up by himself in a small bed was weird. There was a small night light in the corner, but it was yellow instead of the blue he’d gotten used to.
“Jay?” He whispered, trying to get the attention of his other new friend.
“Yes, Peter? Would you like me to wake up Mr. Stark?”
Peter picked at a thread on his blanket, not sure what to say. Tony was always saying that Peter needed to sleep, but he wasn’t sure if that meant Tony needed to sleep or not too.
He’d been told that he’d be seeing Tony’s friends from downstairs in the morning though, so he guessed it was already time for that since he was awake.
“Tony’s friends?”
JARVIS took a second to answer before telling him that two of Tony’s friends from downstairs were awake and instructing him to get into the elevator.
When he got there, two big guys were waiting for him. He couldn’t scent them properly without getting closer but the blond one smelled like an omega and the one with the shiny arm smelled like an alpha.
The blond one that looked kinda like Captain America came toward him first. He knelt in front of Peter and held his hands out so Peter could see they were empty.
“Hi Peter, my name’s Steve. Is your dad asleep upstairs?”
Peter felt his eyebrows draw together. The last time he’d seen his daddy was when he and mommy were in those weird bed things, so why would he be upstairs? Was Steve asking about his friend Tony?
“My friend Tony?”
“Yeah, is he asleep?” Peter just blinked at him. Of course Tony was asleep, he always slept at night time.
“I’m hungry, do you have french fries?”
Steve blinked at him and smelled a little surprised, “I’m sure Buck can make you some, let’s have a seat over here.”
He was led to a breakfast bar like the one Tony had upstairs and Steve picked him up to seat him at one of the tall chairs.
The alpha with the shiny arm started pulling some things out of the fridge and began cooking. Peter was watching the way that the window light seemed to make his arm look even shinier.
He wondered if he’d be able to make magnets stick to his arm. It looked like a fridge, and you could stick magnets on those.
“Steve,” he whispered to his new friend, leaning closer so he’d hear, “I could put magnets on him?”
“Do you have any magnets now?” Steve whispered back, looking between him and the alpha.
Peter shook his head, he hadn’t had any magnets since he’d come to Tony’s house.
“I’ll get some magnets for you tomorrow and you ask him if you can put them on him. That sound like a good plan to you?” Peter nodded his head and Steve walked away to get him water.
The cup Steve got him was heavy and the water kept spilling on his lap, but no one seemed to mind.
When his french fries were done cooking, the man with the shiny arm introduced himself as Bucky. Neither of his new friends ate with him, but they all talked while he ate.
By the time that Tony got there, looking like he’d just
“Holy shit Pete, why’d you leave?”
“Woke up,” he explained before swallowing.
“Well, why’d you wake up? Is there something wrong with your bed?”
Peter nodded as he reached for the heavy glass of water.
“Is it not comfortable?”
“I like the blue light,” he turned to Steve, “can I have more water please?”
Steve went to refill his water while Bucky laughed at Tony. After Bucky stopped laughing, the adults started talking. He kept quiet, used to adults talking around him, and leaned into Tony while he finished his water. Bucky and Steve both smelled nice but Tony’s scent was his favorite.
He fell asleep while they were still talking, only waking up a bit to notice Tony putting him down in the big bed.
Tony held him tight against the bright blue nightlight in his chest until Peter fell back to sleep.
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Peter was progressing beautifully. He got piggyback rides from Clint, mani-pedis with Nat, and put magnets on Bucky’s arm. There was a rambunctiousness to him that shone in the way he’d run and shriek with laughter every time Bucky pretended to chase him or in the way he jumped onto the sofas before bath time.
There was also something else there, some kind of spark that Tony couldn’t identify. He saw it when he and Bruce did dumbed-down experiments with Peter, or when he let the pup touch the suits.
The therapist was urging him to start sending Peter to school, but Tony selfishly wanted to keep him at home a little longer. He didn’t seem to miss pre-k 3 and Tony took it as a sign that pre-k four was optional. Peter wouldn’t have to start school until kindergarten – and that would only be if Tony couldn’t find him a tutor. There was no need for his pup to be out in the world.
It seemed though, that the lovely therapist he’d hired was as stubborn as he was. She put her foot down on the idea of keeping him home and made Tony put him in a playgroup. It meant that Peter’s existence would need to be announced.
Pepper had a field day dealing with the PR team, but they managed to get it announced without making Tony step in.
Questions about the distant future of Stark Industries arose since omegas couldn’t inherit property above a certain value. Pepper rebuffed them on his behalf and the lawyers drafted NDAs for the parents and nannies of Peter’s future playmates.
Tony had to sign a few himself since the other children were also pretty high profile.
Peter was predictably excited, but most of the adults there were nannies and Tony was the only alpha.
Also, Johnny Storm’s kid kept melting the legos.
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In true Stark fashion, the first time Peter met Rhodey he was trying to get him into trouble.
Running away dripping wet and naked at three wasn’t quite as bad as lying in bed crying with alcohol poisoning at fifteen, but Tony appreciated the similarity.
Rhodey picked up the squirming pup with a firm grip around his ribs and Tony wrapped him up in an appropriately themed turkey towel.
None of them put stock into Thanksgiving, which made it a good day to head upstate for a little family owned farm that was more than glad to host them.
“Peter, if you want to go get the apples and tree you have to wear clothes.”
He sighed and flopped himself backward into Tony, making both alphas scramble to keep a good hold on him. It was probably too early to bathe him but baby wipes could only do so much against orange juice to the hair.
Another reminder of their plans had Peter succumbing to his fate of thick sweats and a warm sweater. Rhodey carried him to the elevator while Tony grabbed their coats.
“I’m gonna get apples from the tree,” he heard Peter proudly tell Rhodey.
The duo went back and forth excitedly. Peter was glad to have a new friend and Rhodey was eager to gently pry out every detail about him possible.
Steve had decided they weren’t allowed to take the easy way out and fly upstate. They packed themselves into cars aside from Bucky and Steve who were taking the pickup he’d gotten just for this.
Peter was stuffed into his car seat and given one of his newer stuffed toys.
They had a four hour drive ahead of them, made quicker by Peter’s excited narrations of the scenery.
An hour or so in, Peter’s words had longer pauses between them. He fell asleep while explaining how trees lived in the forest with bears and wolves.
They pitched their voices lower once they noticed, both unwilling to have a cranky toddler on their hands.
He didn’t sleep long. Just after they’d gotten over the Bronx border, Peter woke up demanding juice.
Passing a juice box back between the seats felt more natural than he’d have thought it would. When it came to Peter things had fallen into place so innately that Tony didn’t want to imagine what he’d be doing without him. Instinct wasn’t his guiding factor anymore. They had gotten to know each other well enough that Peter hardly ever looked unsteady around him anymore.
Miraculously, Peter didn’t squeeze it too hard and send juice everywhere. He drank slowly while looking at the scenery.
Five or so minutes later when they were ten minutes away from the nearest rest stop Peter started squirming in his seat and quietly let them know that he wasn’t able to hold his pee.
Tony had to pull over and Rhodey suggested that they open both the passenger door and Peter’s door so they’d have more cover.
Everyone passing would know what was happening but they were more concerned with someone trying to get a peep at little Stark’s crotch.
“Not the grass, the potty.” His pup was pouting, looking disdainfully at the patchy grass before him.
“You said you had to go now, and you’re not wearing a pull-up. Gotta use the grass, Pete.”
Peter huffed in indignation but eventually pulled down his bottoms. Tony had to help him aim, and Rhodey pretended he wasn’t laughing for Peter’s sake.
Baby wipes were passed around again and they were all packed back into the car.
Peter went back to sleep and slept until Tony had to gently tug him out of his car seat.
The mid-morning sun was mercifully warm enough for Peter to run between rows of apple trees. Someone had come to clean the rotting ones off the floor before they’d arrived.
Cutting down one of the huge Christmas trees would be last on their list.
They took turns helping Peter reach the branches where the apples hung. Bucky put him on his shoulders and walked around slowly. Peter would fist leaves in his hands rather than find apples for the most part – a lot of them ended up in Bucky’s hair.
He didn’t tire out as quickly as Tony thought he would have. He was too excited to see everything around him and touch whatever he landed his eyes on. They amassed heavy baskets full of apples and selected a tree that would barely fit in the bed of the pickup.
Above them, the sun had started to set and the air was going chilly. Peter buried his smiling face and pressed a hand tightly to Tony’s chest.
With his coat on, there was no way Peter would be able to see the reactor’s faint glow. Tony didn’t think he cared much.
#irondad#omegaverse#belle writes#better tags on ao3#peter parker#avengers#marvel#tony stark#spiderman#iron man
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Of Blood and Wine | Astarion x Enkiel
Prologue | The Master's Antagonist
Summary
“Prepare for a ball tomorrow evening, I expect nothing but perfection. You have one more chance to save that precious hide of yours.”
Cazador clutched his chin, large nails dug into his skin barely dragging blood from the small crescent cuts. The grip tightened, and tightened until he could feel his jawbone creaking at the force. Then, just before it could snap in two, Cazador released him and sent him on his way.
The spawn high-tailed it out of there the moment he was allowed, feet dragging himself to the dormitory with a mission. He had one more chance to fix himself a mark and he needed to try his hardest to win over his master’s favor. Or at the very least his mercy.
A longfic that takes place in an alternative universe, where my named Tav helps Astarion get rid of his tormentor and make friends along the way. Keep in mind, i don't know any dnd lore or faerun lore outside of the main game so I'm making it up as I go.
Snippet below:
Astarion recognized most of the nobles around, a couple of elves who ran most of the businesses around, the Duke and his family, other rich families around and.. and three Tieflings that he did not recognize. The spawn guessed the older gentleman was the son of the other two, the way he carried himself with grace over the clumsy stumbling of his sons was the dead giveaway.
That and the gray hair sprouting between his ram horns, the half mask doing very little to hide his age. Judging by his movements, Astarion guessed him to be around 120 years old, definitely too old for Cazador himself.
The sons were something completely different. The larger one of the two carried himself with grace, but hunched his neck slightly as if he was used to carrying heavy things. Minotaur horns dipped in gold sprouted from long black hair. Astarion could guess from his broad shoulders that the somewhat loose suit wasn’t doing his figure justice.
The shorter one of the two definitely performed for a living, his white suit fit him perfectly, gold embroidering lined every single curve of his body. His half-mask covered one side of his face, coiling into his own ram horn with a vine-like spiral. His light blue hair slipped from behind the mask, gelled back into the same position as his brothers while one strand hung along the front of his face.
An orange eye met his red ones and Astarion slipped one of his charming smiles, the tiefling himself raising his eyebrow and smirked. The two held their gaze for a while, Astarion could see his brother glancing between the two with a smirk before he slipped away into the crowd himself. Right as the tiefling wanted to move forward, his father placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered something even Astarion’s elven senses couldn’t hear.
The tiefling broke their gaze after and followed the older gentleman into Cazadors office. Slipping across the dancefloor, he managed to get close enough to see them sitting down before the door closed.
Find me a mark.
Astarion leaned back from the door and let the compulsion take hold. His eyes settled on another younger man, a half-elf from the sight of it, standing behind an older woman. He sauntered over, charmed his way right into the conversation and soon managed to slithered his way right into the man’s vision.
Everything after that was history....
Read more on archive!
#bg3 oc#astarion#tav x astarion#named tav#cross posted on ao3#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic#no beta we die like ethel#better tags on ao3#tiefling tav#alternative universe#no tadpoles business#prologue :)#no game spoilers only pale elf quest
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#archive of our own#ao3 stuff#ao3 quotes#archive of our own quotes#fanfic#fanfic quotes#funny#ao3#ao3 tags#ao3 notes#granted its not as flamboyantly homosexual as in canon#but hey#better than nothing#this is so much better#when you see the fandom#AND the ship
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anyways... here's why i think Loki and Matt Murdock should be each other's narrative foil(romantic):
• Loki- famously known liar, Matt Murdock- able to tell when people are lying
• Both wear helmets with horns on them, but Matt's are small and practical and Loki's are large and gaudy.
• Matt Murdock- Practicing Irish Catholic, Loki- Norse "God" of Mischief
• Loki- Presents himself as selfish and self preserving, Matt Murdock- Presents himself as selfless and self sacrificing
• Loki- Will flee if he knows he's gonna get his ass kicked for no gain, Matt Murdock- Knows he's gonna get his ass kicked for no gain and does it anyway
• They simply seem like prime material for a "We vehemently dislike each other up until we (whoops!) realize we love each other so much we can't live without the other" type romance that I am always obsessed over.
• Thor would enjoy it, and, frankly, he deserves the entertainment.
#this WAS a rant i made about some ao3 discourse i saw on my dash. but now it's better#frostdevil#<- the ship tag which you should check out#im fully serious about this btw. this seems like a joke bc it's inherently funny but im also 100% not making a joke#otp: horned helms something about lying#santagno#loki#matt murdock#daredevil#Top Tino Post
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ITS JUST. ALL CREEK
im glad we can all agree that Craig approaching Thomas in "Le Petit Tourette" and asking him if he could do his laundry was very gay
#south park#sp#craig tucker#tweek tweak#creek#sp creek#super craig#wonder tweek#sp thomas#thomas le petit tourette#thats just his last name to me#i have been using ao3 more lately and whenever ppl tag him they say 'Thomas (le petit tourette)'#cuz they dont tell us his last name & thats the only episode he appears in#but hes kinda funny#him teaming up w kyle to get back at cartman was very fun. underrated character#trying to make tweek more... skrunkly. in my art#hes like a wet rag to me#places him in the bathtub and he gets all crinkly like a sopping wet cat#does thag make sense.#im really getting better at form and shapes its maling me really happy#ALSO CONTINUING MY TRADITION OF DRAWING SHIP ART OF TWO CHARACTERS JUST STANDING ON TOP OF EACHOTHER#LIKE LEGO BRICKS#i do this for almodt everything i hyperfixate on its very important#potatart
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Here are some funny AO3 tags I found because why not
Personal favourite:
#all off these were found on the hermitcraft tag btw#idk why I pretend like I can tag better than them but okie dokie#hermitcraft#grian#goodtimeswithscar#iskall85#docm77#zedaph#zombie cleo#mumbo jumbo#ao3 tags#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#tango tek#ao3 fanfic#fanfic
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Does AO3 have a tag implication system? For instance, will fics tagged as "Menstrual Sex" automatically appear in "Menstruation" searches, but not vice versa?
I'm going to do my best to explain this, but I'm not a wrangler so take this with a grain of salt.
AO3 tags are handled by humans named Tag Wranglers who sort tags and connect them to their synonyms, making them searchable and filterable within the database.
The organizational system for tags is based on trees - sort of like a family tree. There are parent tags, metatags and subtags, and you can actually see which ones get nested underneath which if you do a tag search.
Here is the results page when I search for "menstrual sex"
You can see the name of the tag you search for, as well as buttons that will take you to all Works that use that tag and all Bookmarks that use that tag. You can see that this tag is considered "No Fandom" - meaning it doesn't belong to any particular fandom. Then you can see a long, long list of the various tags that people have used that mean the same thing.
If you scroll to the bottom of the page, you'll find the Metatags section:
The tags Menstruation and Sex are both metatags to Menstrual Sex. That means that they are both higher up the family tree than Menstrual Sex is. If you filter out menstruation, you'll also filter out menstrual sex because of this.
If you click on Sexual Content, you'll see it has no metatags (tags above it) and only subtags (tags below it). If you're someone who doesn't want to read smut, you can get rid of pretty much all of it (unless it's untagged or the tag isn't wrangled) by filtering out Sexual Content.
Since Menstruation is above Menstrual Sex in the tag tree hierarchy, filtering out Menstrual Sex will not filter out Menstruation.
#asks and answers#how to ao3#tags are a thing I understand better now that I know a bunch of wranglers#but I still defer to them because I'm no expert
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I volunteered as a tag wrangler on AO3 for a while so I know how tags work.
If your rare ship does not exist on AO3 under the dropdown yet, write it in.
A friendly tag wrangler will enter that tag into the database, and it will soon become filterable and appear under the dropdown.
If you're worried about not knowing AO3 tag naming convention, don't. The tag wrangler will make a "canonical" version of the tag that will appear in the drop-down (consistent with existing tags), and your tag will be made into a "synonym" of that tag. So... For example, if you tagged Midori/Yuzuru and the actual canonical tag is suppose to be the other way around, your tag will remain as it is, but still appear under the Fushimi Yuzuru/Takamine Midori filter.
Do not appropriate the "&" tag for said relationship, those are for platonic relationship only. (And vice versa.)
This goes esp to poly ships. If you have X/Y/Z, and the only ship under the dropdown are X/Y and X & Z, just write in the whole poly ship instead of tagging the individual ships within. (You can still do that if your fic does focus on some of the individual relationships within, tho.)
AO3 tag wrangler will only make a "canonical tag" after someone has already used it. Your ship will appear under the drop down only AFTER someone have tagged it once (and a tag wrangler has seen to it).
If you only tag the characters and/or individual ship within the poly, then your rareship will never be made into a canonical tag.
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can we as a society please stop calling Dazai the “demon prodigy” like it’s canon??? IM BEGGING
his canon nickname is so underused too… i mean c’mon, the “black wraith of the Port Mafia??” idk if i’ve ever even seen it used in a fic 😭
#ok sorry just had to get this off my chest bc a piece of me dies every time i hear him called the demon prodigy#this is /lh but PLEASE#ofc if that’s the characterization you’re going for in a fic or something that’s totally different#thats why the demon prodigy Dazai tag on ao3 exists#people hear demon prodigy and think Dazai was a demon. like the demonest demon. when in reality the mafia is referred to as a den of demons#Dazai was not worse than everyone else. he was just propped up to LOOK that way and did nothing to fight the allegations#bc if everyone’s already convinced why try to change their minds???#but if you’re gonna call him something at least use his canon nickname 😭#the wraith nickname fits his reputation so much better anyway. a doorman of death. eerie & almost otherworldly in others’ eyes#rambling about bsd again#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd meta#bsd analysis
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I've been seeing a lot of posts lately talking about how no one comments/reblogs/replies/etc anymore, and, as someone who comments regularly on a lot of fanworks, it sometimes makes me wonder if my efforts are worth anything. Then I remember how much happiness I get from comments on my own work/posts and how much the community of fandom can matter, and I remember the power that can be found in spreading joy instead of disappointment.
So -- to everyone who comments on fanfiction: thank you. You make the writing process worthwhile and so very rewarding. You make people happy every day.
To all the people who reblog art and gifsets and meta and anything else with enthusiastic tags: thank you. You make people smile and promote interesting conversations and make being on Tumblr so much more fun.
To anyone who sends people asks about their works, whether it's unprompted or part of an ask game: thank you. You give people reasons to talk about things they love and feel like a part of a community.
To the people who makes reclists: thank you. You give us more to read while showing the author how much their work is loved and appreciated, benefitting so many people.
To everyone who organizes events and groups and blogs and dedicated to fandom: thank you. You build community and love and excitement so effectively and it's wonderful.
To all the authors and artists who respond to comments and build community: thank you. You make people smile with your work and then again with your response.
To everyone who contributes to fandom and community in all the other beautiful, varied ways that I can't even begin to list: thank you. You are why we're here.
And, finally, to every writer, visual artist, gifmaker, cosplayer, maker of edits, writer of meta, or creator of art in any other form: thank you. Your work is wonderful and you make fandom what it is, regardless of who sees your art or how much response you recieve.
Keep going, everyone. You are a part of something beautiful.
#wren talks#fandom#writing#fanfiction#ao3#tumblr#writerblr#i get tired of seeing posts like 'things used to be so much better and no one comments anymore'#or 'no one reblogs things on this site these days'#it's such an oversimplification#like. of course people reblog! i reblog!! i am people! so are my mutuals and they also reblog!#LESS interaction doesn't mean NO interaction and saying it does erases the efforts of people who do interact#also this can vary SO much depending on your fandom and ship and how long you've been around and so many other factors#like the commenting culture in the silm fandom is incredibly different from that in the witcher fandom#star trek is closer to witcher but there're a few major differenes#can't speak for other fandoms but i'm sure there are other significant differences#and they also change over time#anyway all this to say that i think encouraging people works way better than complaining#and at its core fandom is an exchange of love#that should be based in positivity#but this got long whoops#hopefully it's vaguely coherent#ok tag rant over now lol
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"Jefferson and Rio would be dissaproving of Miles dating Hobie because how brutal he is in his heroism!!"They're black
"They'd think he's rude and uncouth!"They're black
"They'd think he looks dangerous!"They're black + You're nonblack and projecting
"But Hobie has blue laces and Jefferson is literally a cop-"They're black and the writers are using Jefferson as a token to further their copganda.It is 2024,i'm sick of y'all not being able to handle that Spiderverse belongs to capital N Niggas first and foremost because it's an afrolatino boy's story and that's how we get white Spiderverse fans projecting their victim complex towards black people onto the cast because they're mayo flavor punks
#never go into the hobie/miles tag on ao3.‼️‼️‼️worst mistake of my life‼️‼️‼️#punkflower#the morales#t4t punkflower#pro punkflower#jefferson morales#rio morales#pro jefferson morales#pro rio morales#miles morales#hobie brown#miles morales deserves better#hobie brown deserves better#spiderverse#atsv#spiderman#trans#bi#unlabeled#transmasc#transfem#transneutral#autistic headcanons#antiblackness#misogynoir#pastel punk tag#💌#summerposting
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I had a friend come to me about a comment on their CLEARLY tagged fic, asking when it would stop being about X thing (that was tagged, and they were many chapters in), and these were my thoughts, which I hope will help show why that isn't the writer's problem, but rather, the reader's.
It's like, let me pick up this clearly labeled chocolate milk, that looks in every way like chocolate milk, let me drink half the glass, then look disgusted and ask you how much longer you plan to let this continue to be chocolate milk and not strawberry, because how could you not know that is the only type I like?
Now can't we all agree how entitled and silly that sounds?
So anyway, don't be that person. There are plenty of flavors to pick from, so go find the one you like and stop crying when something turns out to be exactly what's on the label
#ao3#comments#lets try to be better than this#ao3 comments#some readers are getting a wee bit entitled#it's your responsibility to read the tags#curating your own experiences#fanfic#fanfiction
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#archive of our own#ao3 quotes#ao3 stuff#archive of our own quotes#fanfic#fanfic quotes#funny#ao3#ao3 tags#this is what I believe the kids used to call a lime#iykyk#tw lime#cw lime#idk if that needs a warning#but better safe than sorry ig
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sucks that we're having regressive arguments about the direction of ao3 like "should we ban some content" and not forward thinking discussions like "we should get the ability to search or exclude all ship tags with a certain character name in it"
EDIT: 0kay, new discussion!
"there are a lot of elements of ao3 that people do not know about as they are not immediately obvious, or in fact require information that is not readily available. so it's kinda douchey when someone says 'i wish ao3 had this' to then respond 'well ao3 DOES have this!' without actually bothering to tell the person how to do it."
No thanks to literally anyone who made this sort of comment. Actual thanks go to @batcavescolony for explaining it in the replies like a decent person.
#maybe im biased in wanting this because im sick of having to scroll past x/reader fics when i already excluded the character tag 'reader'#ao3 should be surfing the chromium lined path to the future! instead we are being pulled off the road into a ditch by shadows of the past#i've already given good reasons not to ban content but also another one is because ao3 will waste resources FAILING to enforce such a ban#the ao3 people should be focusing on making the site better and content bans distract from that#ao3
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Have you ever just seen a fic summary and gone “Wow...that sounds so stupid. Author, you have bewitched me heart and soul. I must know how you pulled this off! *clicks link*”
#it's the INTRIGUE#the DRAMA#the DUMBASS CHARACTERS even!!#ao3#ffn.net#actually I think ffn did it better because there were no tags. GO girl give us NOTHING! 0 clues!!#fanfic
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#severus snape#severus snape deserved better#anti marauders#anti lily evans#anti hogwarts#anti albus dumbledore#pro snape#pro severus snape#snapedom#severus snape fanfiction#harry potter series#best snape ao3 tag#It's always sweet to see Snape leave his abusers behind and make a better life for himself.#anti Gryffindor house#hp memes
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