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What is this about the tumblr staff wanting to sell art data to midjourney?
An ex-colleague of mine mentioned yesterday that there may be contacts between Automattic and midjourney in that direction, but nothing is public yet and I don't have any more info. They probably won't have anything specific to share either, since they left the company weeks ago too. That being said:
I have no reason to doubt my ex-coworker word, they are a trustworthy person.
Tumblr's CEO has been absurdly enthusiastic (comically, even) about AI, and is a big fan of LLMs and 'AI' companies.
A deal with midjourney could solve tumblr financial issues (not the same company, but openAi is paying up to 5 million/year to news companies to use their content as training data... tumblr generates several orders of magnitude more content than any newspaper or any media company and it only would need a 20 to 30 million per year deal to be profitable)
So I don't have any extra info yet, but I'm keeping my ears open.
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Peter seeking out Bucky for comfort.
I just love the thought so much.
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Mobster Bucky doing a stint in prison. His lawyers already looking to get the verdict overturned.
He was surprised at how easy going and nice his cellmate was.
He was even more shocked when he found out this gentle older man was in for murder.
" Got 15 years. Only got about 7 more to go, 3 if I'm good behavior."
" I took in my nephew you see. My only brother's only child. Found out his babysitter was molesting him. So I killed the guy. And I would do it again too."
And maybe one day while Bucky was having a visit from one of his associates, he spots his cellmate at his visitor table.
The woman must be his wife; May.
And the ray of sunshine, big doe eyed, bouncing brown curls must be the nephew; Peter.
Maybe Peter catches his eyes from across the room, blushing faintly before turning back to the conversation with his Aunt and Uncle. All smiles.
Maybe a few weeks go by. Bucky's lawyers sent word he would be out by the end of the week.
But it was Benjamin Parker that surprised him.
" I saw you looking at Peter. And I know Peter saw you too. He has been asking about you in his letters..... your a good man from what the rumors say, not a Saint by any means but a good man..... but if you seek Peter out after you leave. It's for better or worse. You understand? Cause if it's not... I wouldn't mind doing more time."
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Ao3 is actually massively culturally important and very very good at being what it is. I’m so serious when I say that ao3 needs to be protected as the anti censorship, by fans for fans, nonprofit, volunteer run, expertly designed archival site that it is. You don’t have to read or like fanfiction to understand that on principle, ao3 is a site that should be defended.
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Or maybe Morgan, who knows that Peter has a crush on her dad, decides to play matchmaker, by saying that Tony and Peter should sleep together in the master because that fold out couch looks really uncomfy.
Peter tries to fight because this is awkward, but Morgan wont let him get out of this.
(imagine Tony watching his kid and her friend fighting to know if yes or no he should sleep with the friend)
In the end Morgan wins. Two days later Tony overhears Peter gushing over a man who gave him his number and gets jealous. That night he fucks Peter into oblivion.
After all is said and done he finally understand he has been played by his sweet sweet daughter, when at breakfast she simply smirk at them with a little "finally, took you long enough!"
I saw your posts asking for prompts and I tought about Starker, where Tony is always checking up on Peter and Morgan because like everyone else he believes Peter and Morgan have something going on, but isn't aware of the looks Peter shoots at him. Kinda based on the second version of Stacy's mom called Stacy's dad by sub radio.
It took Tony a while to realize that Morgan's best friend was a guy. Maybe he wasn't paying too much attention, or maybe Morgan was purposely leaving the gender out in conversation. It's always Parker this, Parker that. So when Morgan was back from her first year of college, and she invited friends over for a sleepover, Tony was surprised to find out that Parker wasn't there. After all the girls left the next day, Tony asked Morgan about it.
" Hey Morgan.... I know I don't know all your friends, but how come you never invite Parker over? You talk all the time about her, but you never bring her here to hang out?"
" Oh... well we normally hang out at Parker's place in Queens or we meet up and hang out...but I can invite Parker over tomorrow if thats okay?"
Tony agreed and he was excited to meet the elusive Parker. But he was not prepared for a boy no a young man to show up at the door.
" You're Parker?"
" Yes Sir. Parker. Errr Peter Parker"
So now when Morgan says she is going to hang out with "Parker" who Tony now know is a guy. He tells her to have Peter over at there place. So they spend the summer mainly at the Stark residence. Tony wanted to keep an eye on his guy who hangs out all the time with his baby.
Surprise walk ins into Morgans room, offering snacks or drinks. 'Checking in' Morgan rolling her eyes, sometimes showing more of how annoyed she was at her dad being overbearing. Peter took it all in stride. Always smiling shly over to him, being polite, on the rare occasion throwing a sassy comment. Tony never noticed the side glances Peter would give him, the once overs, watching his retreating form.
Maybe before the school semester starts back up, Tony flies them all out to Malibu for a beach vacation. When it's time for bed, Tony realizes there are only 2 rooms and a fold out couch. Morgan says Peter could just stay with her. Well. Tony flips his lid. In-between all the yelling, Peter ends up yelling, " I'm gay Mr. Stark! Morgan won't have a problem from me. I like men"
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I hope you like it! Love when you send me prompts!
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Omg I just got the notif now, if you believe it x.x
Thank youuuuu ❤️❤️ I probably wrote this on the way to or from work too 🤭
Peter riling Tony up the entire evening when they’re at an event and finally Tony drags him outside but someone saw the way Tony roughly grabbed Peter and misinterpreted how consensual it was and tries to help Peter
Tony tries to explain but isn’t believed and Peter is feeling very awkward, shy and nervous
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If you just let me catch you I can make you better Tony, superior to the rest of these lowly humans.
Like he was.
And then we can be together, Tony and Peter like it's meant to be. Because I know you loved him, your Peter. But he's dead now, just dust in the wind and I'm here. I'll be with you until the end, unlike my lesser counterpart, and I certainly won't let anything happen to you my love. No one will hurt you, there's no 'resistance' here, I eliminated them all. What happened on my earth won't happen here. Those who killed my Tony are dead both on my home earth and yours. You'd be safe with me.
So why won't you JUST LET ME CATCH YOU!
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A Small Suggestion
Hey guys, an AO3 tag wrangler here with a small suggestion for making the lives of wranglers and the Abuse volunteers and all your fellow users a little easier. You know that impulse to post a “PROMPT ME, I WILL TAKE ANY OF THESE 50 SHIPS IN 30 FANDOMS” work?
Please don’t. These make everyone cry.
Look at all those fandoms and ship tags… that this work doesn’t apply to! Look at the fact that this isn’t even a work yet! Look at all those tags you’re asking wranglers to wrangle, usually not the existing canonicals, that appear in the bins of 30 different wrangling teams, flooding the smaller teams and annoying the big ones! Look at the Abuse volunteers getting 3 reports for your work in the first day and having to talk to you and reply to each of those people!
I have a better suggestion: personal prompt meme.
Aw yeah, AO3 has prompt memes and allows personal collections! Imagine your personal prompt collection:
Control when it’s open and closed!
Post a link in the notes of all your works!
Post a link on your blog and your AO3 profile!
Post the things you’ll accept in the Rules/FAQ section of the collection!
Use claims or gifts to notify the prompter when you’ve posted a work for their prompt!
Easily delete prompts that don’t follow your rules!
Post each work separately and gift each one to the prompter to build relationships and encourage interest from new fans who just noticed your work!
So much control, so much useful organization, so many fewer frustrated users finding a work with two chapters, neither of which applies to most of the relationships or fandoms tags. Why burn your bridges with some users when you’re trying for positive attention for your works?
Just imagine it: “[YourName]′s Personal Prompt Meme*”. Your name on a collection on AO3. All for you.
Let’s make this a thing, yeah?
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I was thinking about this, am what if the reason Peter doesn't answer isnt because he feels shy or nervous but because he's in subspace. Now bear in mind I only have fic related knowledge of BDSM (which means a shitton more than others but still).
Tony was livid, in a very my Sub is being a brat, I'm going to take great pleasure in teaching him how to behave in public, especially at a gala where my Dom is the guest of honor way.
Peter had been a little shit for most of the evening, stomping on most of the rules they had established together, playing on every fucking string he could, the little- Tony was going to teach Peter a well earned lesson, and was going to take great pleasure while doing it.
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Tony thought he had been discreet when he had put his arm around Peters waist, lowly mumbling "you're gonna get what you wanted, Trouble" and had pushed the sub to a space he knew was very discreet.
"You drank any alcohol, Trouble?" He wasn't loosing any time and pushed Peter on his knees. The boy frantically shook his head, his hands already on Tony's pants, opening his belt.
Tony slapped his hand, making Peter whine. If after all this the little minx thought he could direct the pace, he had another one coming. Tony grabbed some of his subs hair and yanked, hard.
"Words, kitten, or you'll get just nothing." This might be where Tony miscalculated, Peter always had been a noisy one, especially when he was supposed to be discreet.
"I didn't - didn't drink any alcohol, daddy- sir." Tony started to pet the boys hair as a reward for the perfect phrasing, making the sub whimper.
"good boy" Tony practically purred. He let go of Peters curls to open his flies. "Open up Trouble, you're gonna let me fuck your face and then we're gonna get back home, where we'll talk about how to behave properly in public. You're not authorized to come until I tell you so, and that won't be until we're home." Tony grabbed Peters face a little harder when no answer came. Peter whimpered again.
"yes sir" Tears started to fall along his cheeks, the manipulative little- well two could play that game.
"you're going to behave boy, or you're not going to like the consequences. Open." Tony forced the jaw of the little sub open, not that Peter complained.
His eyes were already glacing over, proof he was fastly going into subspace. How Tony loved his Peter, always reacting just like Tony wanted him to, no matter if they were playing rough like now, or if they were slowly making love on a Sunday morning. How lucky Tony was to have scored such a fetching creature, full of love and mischief. It was as if he had been build with Tony in mind, his perfect boy.
Tony started to feed his hard cock to Peter. He wasn't being too rough, but he wasn't particularly tender either.
Tony was going to move, finally giving the boy and himself what they wanted, a quick and hard fuck, when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.
"you fucking asshole, how dare you- " Tony hissed, when the hand pulled. His first reaction was to look at Peter before cursing. The boy was too far into subspace to understand what was happening and whined at the loss of his daddy's erection in his mouth.
The next step was to look at the asshole who hadn't been able to mind his own business, which made Tony pause.
There were three of them, a woman, pale looking, with her hand covering her mouth, one who looked at Peter with a gleam into his eye that did not please Tony, at all, and the third one, the one that had grabbed Tony, who looked absolutely furious.
Well he could see how the situation could be misinterpreted. Fuck.
Peter whimpered again, more tears falling along his cheeks. "Sir- daddy, please, daddy" Tony could see the boy fastly dropping. He tried to put his hand into Peters hair, to calm him down but before he could the other man grabbed it, squeezing hard.
"are you even listening you son of a bitch-" Tony wasn't, too concentrated on Peter, trying to think fast in a way to resolve this situation without Peter dropping too much.
"m'sorry daddy,-" Peter started to sob, pulling on Tony's shirt, once he manages to put his hands on him. The man is still talking angrily at Tony and holding him, preventing Tony to get to Peter. "Red, daddy red" Peter sobs gets harder, and at this point Tony is over this bullshit.
He turns to the man, freeing himself. "You don't move" his eyes and voice cold as ice, before turning to Peter. He takes his best off, putting it around his baby and gathering him in his arms. Peter immediately hugs him, hiding in his daddy's neck, mumbling he's sorry, repeating his safe word.
"shhhh baby you're alright, you're perfect, my perfect perfect boy, being so good, using your safe word, daddy is so proud." His voice and eyes are now soft, while Tony holds Peter against him, petting the smaller man in his arms, leaving small kisses his head.
When Peters sobs starts to abide, Tony lifts his eyes, to face the three person's again. None of them are moved, like freezes by a power Tony doesn't possess.
"this is not what it looks like" Tony says. He can see the angry man getting red again, ready to start screaming again, but the woman grabs his arm and murmurs something to him. Horror fastly replace the anger.
Tony, who was looking for his wallet while trying to not move Peter too much, finally finds the folded paper Peter had put there earlier that night.
A copy of his sub contract, made with lawyers as witnesses. Peter had tried to refuse it at first until Tony had managed to make him understand that the contract mainly was for Peters safety, but also for Tony, if something went bad, like it had this very evening.
" here, this is the proof that nothing that happend here wasn't consensual." Tony gave the paper to the angry man, and started reading it, the woman reading over his shoulder. She let out a little cry, her cheeks now bright red, when her partner ? Lost all of his colors.
Tony would have laughed of he wasn't holding a very prescious package in his arms, some that was still sniffing.
"Boss ? " Tony sighed, relieved, when Happy barged into their little quiet space.
"He's dropping Hap', can you bring me some chocolate ?" The boy was still sniffing and holding Tony as if his life depended on it, and Tony was looking forward at the quiet evening that was planning out. He would have to spoil his boy for using his safe word and being so brave, would keep him warm and content against him.
"I'm sorry Mr Stark, is he alright? " The thee people looked a bit ashamed and peeved. Tony sighed.
" I know it came from a good place. Peter consented to this, even made his best so this would happen, but it could have been completely different, you did good. I shouldn't have let Peter get his way, I am the only one to blame here, I'm afraid." Happy came back with a piece of milk chocolate and a cup of hot cocoa and Tony thanked god for his friend, slowly feeding his baby with the treat.
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Later, Tony expected he would need to silence the whole accident but the three people kept silent.
Peter had learned his lesson and kept the brattiness for safe spaces.
Peter riling Tony up the entire evening when they’re at an event and finally Tony drags him outside but someone saw the way Tony roughly grabbed Peter and misinterpreted how consensual it was and tries to help Peter
Tony tries to explain but isn’t believed and Peter is feeling very awkward, shy and nervous
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Or like, there is this one teacher that is very rude to Peter and forces him to be there at every class or he will fail Peter.
Peter knows Tony has a class at the same time so he says nothing but Tony somehow finds out. He tells Peter that his class has been cancelled, but take the baby during class, because whatever. He's a genius and faculty will never fire him
idk i just love the idea of single mom peter having to take his sick baby in on finals day and professor tony taking care of him at his desk
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Or Tony has to be very early the next day so he doesn't have the time, but he's seen Peter on his bus multiple times, helping old folks, pregnant people and anyone who needs help, really, so he proposes to Peter to sleep on his couch. But then something happend on the couch and... There is only one bed 🫣🫢
Okay, maybe a niche idea but bus driver Tony and passenger Peter.
Peter falls asleep in the back of the bus, passing out from exhaustion because of MIT and being Spiderman, and Tony doesn't even realise he is there until he parks up at the depot, then offers to give him a lift home when he finds him
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So I thought about this, hard.
Quentin is an abusive ex and Peter is scared. He is a journalist and (think he) has some knowledge about the organization of the merchant of death.
Anyway, he first goes to Harley. They are approx the same age so Peter thinks it's gonna be ok. Except that, even if he's an adult, he still looks like he's 12 and Tony does not sell to minors. Ever. People died because they sold guns to minors. Harley sends him packing.
Peter then goes to Sam. He's heard through the grapevine that Sam is the guy that can give you a gun to protect yourself if you're in a bad situation. Except Sam only sells weapons to people who have a Minimum knowledge about gun safety, mostly vets, actually.
The next man is Clint. He's a bit shady, and scares Peter, but less than Quentin, so it's whatever. Clint looks at Peter, laughs, and leaves without a word (he knows Peter works for the Bugle)
Peter is getting desperate at this point.
He heard that one of the big guys, a lieutenant or something, is often going to a very high-end bar/dance thing, so Peter pulls out his best clothes and goes there, hoping for some luck.
To his surprise, he's directly let inside, without having to stand in the line like the others. As he starts looking for the VIP space, he spots Quentin at the opposite side of the place. The man was busy dancing with a young man but lifts his head and their eyes meet. Quentin starts to move toward Peter, thwarting the boy he was dancing with.
At this point, Peter is scared. He can't leave, it would be too dangerous to be alone. The VIP lounge is behind Quentin, so not available either. While trying to find a solution, he turns to put some space between him and his ex but stumble against a warm torso. Peter tries to back up, to apologize, but the man he stumbled across, lift his face and take a look at him, not letting him go.
The man is handsome and absolutely Peter's type. Older, with well groomed facial hair, and this confident aura that makes Peter weak in the knees. The man smiles and with his other hand, takes Peters and starts to move them to the back where Quentin was a minute ago.
Fear embrace him once again, he can't go there, he has to-
When he tries to take his hand back, the man doesn't let him go. When Peter tries harder the man actually pulls Peter closer to him, putting the boy in front of him, his hands now on Peter's shoulders and pushes Peter forward.
The man is strong, and Peter is not, or he wouldn't have been in this whole situation to begin with.
He has no choice, he goes forward. He really hopes that the man, whose body is now more or less glued to Peter's back, isn't a friend of Quentin. Speaking of, Peter once again finds Quentin in the crowd, except the asshole takes one look at the man behind Peter, and the next moment he's turning around. Peter thinks he saw some fear on his face but can't be sure because of the lights that flickers.
They get to the entrance of the VIP lounge and Peter tries to slow down, a bit intimidated by the burly man guarding the entrance, but the man behind Peter does not let him slow down and the guard simply nods before letting them take the stairs to the mezzanine.
At this point, Peter is starting to ask himself what the hell is happening and what if this man was worse than Quentin?
They enter the lounge and there are a lot of people there, Sam and Clint are there, but the man still isn't slowing down. Peter is stuck with very dangerous people and he now knows it.
There is a second door, to an even more private space. It's actually empty except for Harley. Peter can feel his heart beat in his throat, his hands are clammy, there is a brick in his belly. He knows he's not far from a panic attack,
"Hey boss, you found yourself a- hey I know you, you wanted to buy me a gun!" Boss? Peter is pretty sure his heart stopped beating altogether. Maybe he's having a stroke?
"Yeah, he tried Sam and Clint too." The man behind him answers while putting his chin on the top of Peter's head. Peter thinks the man might be teasing, but he started to shake and can't know for sure. "Speaking of, Barnes has a gift for you Harley. You better go take a look at it."
Harley Snickers and gets up, he grins at Peter and then leaves his sight. From there Peter can only hear a kissing noise (it must be on the man's cheek or something because his head didn't move, but who would kiss their boss, especially a mob boss on the cheek) before Haley leaves with a : "have fun!"
Peter closes his eyes, certain he's about to die.
“Open your eyes, I won’t hurt you. My name is Tony Stark, and word in the streets is that you’re looking for a gun.”
peter on the run from an abusive ex and desperately needing an unregistered gun only to fall straight into mob boss tony's hands when he tries to buy one off of his guys
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The other is the only one with whom they can let all pretense fall. Both can finally let their true strength out (going on a limb here, and going for SIM, with Extremis and the endo-sym armor) without the fear for Peter to hurt or the annoyance for Tony to see all the pretty things he likes to keep in his bed, run.
None of them are scared of the other, both will heal of whatever damage is done while they fuck. It feels so good to let go, completely, for once.
(it’s not just you, I’d just add an Happy Ending because I love happy endings xD)
@khalixascorner​ and @monster-cock69​ any thoughts?
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Enemy lovers starker
No, not enemies to lovers, but enemies who are lovers
They have some deep dark rivalry, they're outright trying to kill each other, but they have an agreement to set the weapons down when the time is right and they crawl into bed together and it's not less violent. Not hate fucking exactly, because they admire and respect the shit out of each other
But can Tony help it if he fucks Peter so hard he knows it'll hurt to walk in the morning. Or can Peter when he sucks deep bruises into Tony's ribs going that's exactly where he's going to strike him next time they fight.
And maybe, there's been a few close calls. Moments where one of them definitely could have killed the other, but they let them get away. It just feels too good to give up the chase to stop the rough, violent, bruising fucking and whispers of "Im going to destroy you" like a love confession
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Imagine if he just wanted the guy equivalent of a tampon (like his porno I or something) but is there like:
Oh, if that's on the table, fuck yes!
Harley: Peter i know we're best friends and that makes this really awkward but– 
Peter: you wanna fuck my dad? well, come on he's always wanted a threesome with us and you
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