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sadnessunderthebridge · 10 months
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For anyone reading this, it is about hour 10 and still no Ao3. Not sure how much longer we'll last here, we're getting desperate, we've already lost some to Wattpad and Fanfic.net. Wish the rest of us luck.
Update: we have finally gotten access to our beloved Ao3. We shall rise once again.
Update #2: It's been also 24h with out Ao3, we managed to make minimum contact last night, but this morning, we again lost contact. Our readers are struggling, praying to your gods or deities, or whatever you believe I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while.
Update #3: After over 24 hours, we are finally officially back, and we have been rescued by our great Ao3 gods.
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gildedphoenix · 1 year
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AO3 is back up! I can live again!
And by live, I mean snuggle under my covers with my body pillow reading far too late into the night and pissing off morning-me by not getting enough sleep.
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teleport-warning · 5 months
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Day 2: Rebirth
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stiltonbasket · 10 months
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Hi, I love all your fics and adored the one with fem!Wei Wuxian who seems even more of a chaos goblin than her canon counterpart and tries to break apart her engagement to LWJ. Could we see some more of what of what happens after LWJ moves into the Burial Mounds, perhaps how Wen Qing realizes that this man is hopelessly in love with his oblivious fiancee and maybe tries to prod them together (bonus points for LWJ being so obvious Wen Ning, Granny and the rest of the Wens notice XD).
"They need a chaperone."
"They don't need a chaperone."
"They do," Popo insists, watching with enormous eyes as Lan Wangji glides up to Wei Wuxian and offers—for what must be the eleventh time that week—to take over her chores in the vegetable field, presumably so that Wei Wuxian can spend her time improving the wards around the Burial Mounds instead. "Oh, good heavens. I'm nearly eighty years old, and I've never seen a man looking at a maiden like that."
"Be that as it may," Wen Qing says doggedly, "they have no need of a chaperone. Wei Wuxian ended their engagement before she seceded from the Jiang clan, and neither she nor Hanguang-jun chose the betrothal to begin with."
"They don't need a chaperone because Wei-guniang doesn't know that Hanguang-jun is in love with her," Wen Ning mutters, from the grimy depths of the lotus pond at Wen Qing's right. "When Lan-zongzhu visited last week, he told me that Hanguang-jun cried like a baby after Wei-guniang refused to marry him. I think she likes him, too, but she doesn't seem affected at all."
Two tiny fingers pluck at Wen Qing's skirt, and she glances down to find Wen Yuan trying to stand on her shoes, grasping a fold of her gown in one hand and a grubby stuffed tiger in the other.
"What is it, A-Yuan?" she asks. "Are you hungry? Xian-jiejie will feed you in just a little while, so be patient until the congee finishes boiling."
"A-Yuan's not hungry," the little boy says, before putting Hu-shixiong's tail in his mouth. "But, jiejie—Lan-gege loves Xian-jie very much! Gege told A-Yuan!"
At this juncture, Wen Binbin materializes at Wen Qing's right with Uncles Three through Six trailing behind her.
"How long were they engaged, Qingqing?" she asks, in a conspiratorial whisper. "We never heard much news from the other sects in Dafan—but you and A-Ning went to school with them, so you must know something."
Wen Qing sighs.
"A-Xian's parents contracted the betrothal before they passed away," she replies, "but they didn't meet until the year Lan Wangji turned eleven."
Popo clasps her hands in delight. "Were they childhood friends, then?"
"Of a sort," Wen Qing acknowledges, frowning. "I once heard someone say that Hanguang-jun started sewing toy frogs for their future children when he was only a boy, but that can't possibly be true."
She feels another soft tug at her skirt. "Qing-jiejie, A-Yuan wants a frog."
"Hanguang-jun can make you one, Yuan'er. And the part about the frogs is true," A-Ning pipes up, tossing a seed-filled lotus pod to Wen Binbin. "She had one of them with her in the dungeon at Bu Ye Tian when I went to bring medicine to the prisoners during the indoctrination camp."
"Really?" Fourth Uncle gasps. "She carried Hanguang-jun's gifts all the way to Qishan, so that they could comfort her in her time of need?"
"Zewu-jun had better be thinking of a way to have the betrothal reinstated," Wen Qing says, crossing her arms in frustration. "Why did Wei Wuxian break it in the first place? Hanguang-jun would have honored the engagement no matter how the jianghu dared to slander her."
"I suppose that's why," Wen Ning says morosely. "She's afraid that Hanguang-jun will stand by her, no matter what she does—"
"A foolish thing to be frightened of, if you ask me," Wen Binbin mutters. "There are worse things in the world than a devoted husband."
"—and that he might suffer for it. It's difficult to tell, but she loves him just as much as he loves her."
At this, A-Yuan beams like a miniature sun and toddles over to the edge of the pond.
"Really, Ning-shushu?" he asks, enchanted. "Can Jiejie have a wedding?"
"I suppose she can, if Hanguang-jun asks for her hand in marriage again."
Fifth Uncle nods and strokes his chin. "But how can he muster up the courage to ask if Wei-guniang treats him so coldly?"
"I saw her sneaking a second helping of chicken into his porridge the other day," Liu-shu mutters. "If that is a cold woman, Langdan, then I've never met a tender-hearted one."
At this juncture, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji bow to one another and go their separate ways, having reached some kind of agreement about the wards and Wei Wuxian's daily chores. Wei Wuxian gathers up the powdered cinnabar she was sunning and retreats into the cave that serves as her workshop and bedchamber; and Lan Wangji goes off to fetch the laundry from the patch of grass by the potato field, where it had been hung up to dry early that morning.
The Wens disperse as well, not wishing to be caught gossiping in broad daylight by the very subject of their discussion. Popo takes Wen Yuan back to her little house for a bath, dragging A-Ning along with her; and Wen Qing dives into her little infirmary, leaving the door open a crack so that she can eavesdrop on the would-be couple if Lan Wangji seeks A-Xian out again.
And since Wei Wuxian and Hanguang-jun could not avoid one another if their lives depended on it, Wen Qing overhears them discussing the subject of A-Yuan's education less than a quarter-shichen later.
"After all of this is over, I suspect the Wens will be sent to the Cloud Recesses," Lan Wangji says quietly. "I do not think they would be at ease living in close proximity to Jiang-zongzhu, and Xiongzhang has set aside three living compounds for them close to his Hanshi. What is more, A-Yuan would be allowed all the privileges of an inner disciple if he were educated there—and he would not have to surrender his family name, either."
"You'd take him in as an inner disciple?" Wei Wuxian's voice is both louder and more indistinct than Hanguang-jun's, somehow, floating back to Wen Qing in bits and pieces as if it had passed through a veil of thick fog on the way. "I suppose that's for Popo and the others to decide if Zewu-jun has already made the offer, but what if the other disciples mistreat him? I won't stand for it, Lan Zhan."
"He will be my ward, since his parents have passed on: so that should be sufficient to keep him safe. And if you join the Wens in Gusu, Yuan'er will have your protection as well."
A moment's silence, and then:
"Do you mean to return to Lotus Pier when the Dafan clan is granted amnesty?" Hanguang-jun inquires, sounding positively heartbroken. "I—how will they go on without you, Wei Ying? A-Yuan scarcely leaves your side now that he is beginning to forget the horror of the camps, and Wen Ning—"
"I don't intend to go back to Yunmeng," Wei Wuxian says at length, after a pause that lasted the span of about seven perilously sluggish heartbeats. "My place is with the Wens now, I think. There should be someone at the Cloud Recesses who can guard them night and day, out of love for them and not under orders from you or Lan-zongzhu; so wherever they go, I will follow."
Though Wen Qing cannot see him, the soft, stricken pitch of Hanguang-jun's voice is proof that his heart had come very near to melting.
"En, that is good," he murmurs. "It is settled, then."
And with that, the two of them depart together, their footsteps fading away down the old dirt track that leads to Sishu's favorite apple grove.
They belong together, Wen Qing thinks fondly, before turning towards the heap of dried herbs awaiting her attention on her desk. And I pray that some day soon—Heaven willing—A-Xian will realize it, as well.
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xhanisai · 10 months
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hey lads if you’re not gonna comment on a fic you enjoyed, at least leave a kudos man
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justwhy-not · 10 months
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dghdabigbang · 10 months
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DGHDA Bang 2023 Masterlist
There were so many incredible artist and author contributions this year, and we've compiled them all in one post just in case you missed any!
Five Weeks Later: Part Two by @corvidiss with art by @h3rmitsunited here
Spinning Earth, Beating Hearts by @dogdogdog with art by @dont-offend-the-bees here
With Your Hand by @h3rmitsunited with art by @potato-lord-but-not here
Bet On Losing Dogs by @agent-p-writes with art by @beanomatica here
What Would You Think (If I Sang Out of Tune) by Jumpin_Bean with art by @clockworkcheetah here
o sweet rot by @rustystars with art by @goatyoat here
Flimsy Plastic by @lemonlinelights with art by @kat3797 here
I'm so sorry that you have to have a body by @confused-android with art by @rouge-wall-enthusiast here
Holistic Assassination by @abolethsoup with art by @dratiniwasbluebefore here
Dirk Gently's Holistic Adventuring Party by @7crowsinadress with art by @mowi0205 here
Safe Spaces, the Pleasure Principle, and Other Lies from the Chaise Longue by @lavinialost with art by @marizetta here
Manufactured by @buttonbright with art by @goatyoat here
call it a hunch by @filthy-lil-bugger with art by @wolfbird14 here
a preview of @urlocallesbiabs fic with art by @imjustgonnastayinmyownlane here
Dungeons & Dirk by @sonichtheheghodge with art by @firebloodmayhemred here
Thanks again to everyone who participated!
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mywitchcultblr · 1 year
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castyells-yeehaw · 10 months
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ABOUT AO3
LISTEN TO THIS
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books-and-dragons · 1 month
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interesting to me that when ao3 goes down it's always 'number one trending topic', 'thousands of people talking about missing reading fics', and all sorts of other fanfic withdrawal symptoms, generally just feeling, and being impacted by, the Absence of Fanfic
but it's never 'leaves a comment on fanfic', 'gives kudos and recommends to friends', 'follows author/interacts with them in any way shape or form and otherwise lets them know how much you value their writing and fanfiction in general'
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chaos-worm-on-a-string · 10 months
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AO3 Volunteers are braver than our troops. Thank you for your service.
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youaretheunicorn · 10 months
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they said it might take WEEKS for ao3 to be accessible again WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR WEEKS???? MAINTAIN A HEALTHY LIFESTYLE????? FUCK YOU
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too-many0-0fandoms · 1 month
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With Ao3 being down currently there's only one advice I've left to give;
Download your fics!
This is both f-ing handy and f-ing great, because what if your favourite fics gets deleted? Or, god forbid, the site is ofline?
I personally also have an ereader to store everything and keep all my notes, etc. But you don't even need that. OneDrive, Google Drive or even on your own computer;
Download your damn fics!
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wistfulweaverwoman · 10 months
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With AO3 down I'm so bored I'm reading my own WIP in my google drive.
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sincerelyscrunkly · 10 months
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Premature updates. I regret to inform you I have opened wattpad. I have a fic pulled up already and I am unsure if I will read it. I do not know how much longer I can remain in denial about the current state of my sanity.
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unchartedcloud · 10 months
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Light's Long Shadow - Final Chapter
A Clexa Star Wars AU
In the finale of Part 1, Clarke and Lexa come face to face with the person who put the bounty on Clarke's head. Everything goes according to plan...just not their plan.
Bad guys are always one step ahead.
"You're the one behind all of this?" she demands of the human man. Nia stands at his elbow, and seeing the difference in the way she lingered by Titus versus the way she lingers now, Clarke can finally identify what was so weird about her interactions with the former. She looks a lot more like a bodyguard now, and a lot less like a jailer. "You're the one collecting Sith relics?" "Guilty," he answers, splaying both his hands in the air in a kind of shrug, a cocky grin tipping his lips. Clarke thinks she'd very much like to punch that grin right off his face. "After I was exiled, I needed a way to continue my research. Congratulations—you've found it." Not only are the people on the stage now decidedly more threatening-looking, blasters raised and fingers twitchy on the triggers, but a quick glance around the theater tells Clarke that this man has no intention of letting them leave. All around them in the pod balconies, droids in various states of repair rise as if summoned and train blasters on both her and Lexa. "You two know each other, I take it?" Clarke asks, eyebrows raised. Lexa doesn’t respond, but the man does. "We do indeed. I would say we were actually quite close. Wouldn't you, Lexa? "It really is unfortunate you got caught up in all this," the human man says. He stands from the chair, claps his hands together in front of him, and Clarke knows what he's about to do a split second before he says, "But you know how it is. Farewell, Woods."
Read on Ao3.
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