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Alright, to ao3's soon to be arriving Wattpad Refugees, a basic guide to general user culture:

1.) Unlike Wattpads vote system that let's you like each chapter, the ao3 equivalent kudos only allows one per work. Everyone is generally quietly annoyed about this. To engage with each chapter, you're heavily encouraged to comment. Trust me, it makes people's day.

2.) Ao3 has no algorithm. By default it's latest updated work first. You can find things to your taste through searches, filters and tags.

3.) 'No archive warnings apply' and 'user has chosen not to use archive warnings' mean two very different things. No archives warnings means the work is free from any content that could require a warning tag (character death, graphic depictions of violence, non-con, etc). User has chosen not to use archive warnings means it could contain any of the warning content, be it hasn't been explicitly tagged. Treat it like an allergen. No archive warnings apply is allergen free. User has chosen not to use archive warnings, may contain traces or whole chunks of the allergen. If you're likely to have a bad reaction, maybe don't take the risk.

4.) Speaking of warnings, ao3 has very few restrictions on the type of work that's allowed. Whatever your personal thoughts or feelings on that are, thats how the site is. You're likely to run across some dark subject matters and a lot of people are uncomfortable with reading that. You're well within your rights not like these works and have your opinion on whether they should be allowed, but harassing the authors of such works (or any works) is more likely to come back on you than them. Ao3 operates on a strong policy of 'don't like, don't read'. Use the tagging system to your full advantage to only engage with the kind of works you want to see.

We look forward to welcoming you all and seeing the fantastic works you create. Happy writing!

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Ladies of The VVoods

You can call me an idiot. I wanted to edit post but I delated it instead [:')]

Ladies lovely, with power o er all,

Beseech I thee, answer my call,

Before you a worm crawls, wretched and small!

#witches au #alice madness returns #american mcgee's alice #alice liddell #oc: alex seymour #lies of p #lies of p eugenie #lies of p sophia #alice madness returns fanfiction #alice madness returns oc #american mcgee's alice fanfiction #american mcgee's alice oc #lies of p fanfiction #lies of p x american mcgee's alice #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims #the sims 4 screenshots #ts4 render #the sims edit #the sims 4 render #the sims 4 edit #ts4 edit #ts4 simblr #ts render #simblr #Spotify

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Who cares if your ship is "impossible to happen"? Canon is overrated and they're cute as fuck

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I still wanna do a comic about them one day

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A cute photo of P with a bee 💖

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I just wanted to say that asks are open, I'm hella bored, and you can feel free to tell me or ask me anything :3

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when i post yet more bullshit about my self-indulgent au that only appeals to me and like 3 of my followers

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I just wanted to say that asks are open, I'm hella bored, and you can feel free to tell me or ask me anything :3

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Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

Send questions about yourself

Ask questions to/about your characters

Ask about your headcanons 

Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 

Ask about popular ships/headcanons

Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)

Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs

Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

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"can mutuals DM you?" Is this a joke, I'd rub up on some of them like a cat.

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Where Are Those Parties

I made it because of polish song from 1999 sedgweg Like, Ben, Pyrka, Alex and Jacob feel it dfgsdtreghetrhg

This one actually, happy listening without understanding shit rygserhy:

And as well:

“Okay, let's dress in the way that doesn't look like we're THAT gay”

Ben, Pyrka, Alex, Jacob: mission failed successfully

#srb

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Fuck, I'm gonna miss them all :((

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Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

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The real reason they left us

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so, u know the superstar saga coloring style? Yeah, I tried to do something similar

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Prologue: Evil’s Soft First Touches

Krat Central Station, autumn evening

The Krat Central Station was shrouded in darkness, brightened somewhat by the lamps on the ceiling, which swayed slightly, sporadically making an unpleasant, creaking sound; so unexpected that Wilton Radcliffe stood terribly tense at the station.

He had hoped that he wouldn't be alone at the station — but he realized that he was only under an illusion.

He was all alone. Late in the evening. Not a soul around him; and only from time to time the sound of shoes walking on the stairs.

For a time he managed to hide from Angus Bumby; until his body was found on the tracks of Moorgate station in London. Then he could emerge from his hiding place and live normally again.

Until a scorpion visited him.

He had to flee London. Preferably from England. Leave Europe. And that's how he ended up in Krat, hoping he wouldn't be found. Now he wanted to return to the peace of his apartment. But he stood at the station, afraid to turn around.

The siren song echoed, getting closer to him, until it finally stopped growing louder. Wilton could hear laughter as his body stiffened even more, and she sensed how afraid he was.

“I love the smell of hunter’s fear,” she said airily. “The scent of saffron, frankincense, myrrh, earth and leather.”

He never knew if she really felt the emotions that way, or if she was just illustrating them that way in her head. Still, it sounded disturbing; especially with her hyper fixation on perfumes.

“You knew he was the perpetrator, and yet you allowed Alice to be placed in his care.”

He took a rosary from his pocket and started moving the beads. He felt something walking on him, and after a moment he saw a scorpion attached to his hand, lazily climbing up his arm.

“He tried that too. He fell to his knees and begged for mercy. And then he started praying.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn't give up. Ruining his ego wasn't easy, but it could be done. It was even easier with you. Splatter gave up after a week, but he was just a useful idiot.”

“Think about it, Reginald. Alice… What would Elizabeth say?”

He turned around and saw her sewing the doll, her hair slightly obscuring her face, and the shadow she cast resembled a goat's head. A large dog sat by her side, glaring at him menacingly.

“I'm the last person you can catch at this, Wilton.”

She scowled at him, and he felt the scorpion go under his collar and something tighten around his leg.

There was a loud hissing sound in his ears.

“Let's make an agreement. You want immunity? For yourself? For her? All right! Just stop, please.”

He saw her examining the doll she had made.

They heard an announcement about an upcoming train that would take Radcliffe to the other side of the city.

She rose, and the dog moved with her, right at his side.

“I'm honest, Wilton. People only get what they deserve from me. It's the fault of their rotten nature that they deserve only wicked things,” she said and moved towards the exit. And Wilton could finally rest when the scorpion and the snake left him alone.

The train stopped at the station and Wilton got on and took his seat. He adjusted his glasses and took out the book he planned to read on his way home. Then he heard the sound of footsteps in his compartment.

He looked around, but he didn't notice anyone in the compartment with him. He sat back in his seat and squinted as he saw something move under the seat. Then dozens of scorpions came out from under the next seat and rushed at him. He fell back, screaming and begging for help.

He felt a strong, stabbing pain in his chest. His vision went dark, and he immediately fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Scorpions crawled over his dead body.

#I'm writing #stay tuned #Witches AU #Whispers Heard At Nightfall

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PROBABLY

What tempted me to buy suede shoes.

I ASK WHAT TEMPTED ME.