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cj-marj · 2 months

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Went looking through my AO3 bookmarks today and…

#ao3 #ao3 fics #I lost something today #shikanaru #Sonadow #skyrus #I don’t even remember it #:(

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getfuckedblr · 2 months

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if you’re buying bound fanfiction, it’s malicious. no one is entitled to owning a bound copy of their favorite fic.

the list of authors pulling their work from ao3 is only getting larger by the day. and it is a direct result of buying bound fanfics. buying bound fanfiction opens up authors, who did not consent to the selling of their works, and are not seeing any of the profit, to being sued.

there are so many free resources available to learn how to bind, there is an actual option on ao3 itself to download a fic as a pdf, there are free typeset drives and blogs dedicated to learning about bookbinding, so many warnings all over ao3 and fics themselves about how we’re toeing the line on copyright laws. how fucking despicable to see that line and just jump right over it.

capitalism assumes that everything we do has to have profit, has to create money, create monetary gain. you can just enjoy things. you really can. you can get into bookbinding and simply enjoy having the books. you can gift your books to people who will appreciate them. you don’t have to make a profit on things you didn’t even write.

if you’ve gone all the way to learning how to bind books, you can’t play dumb and pretend you don’t know the legalities of selling fanworks. i hope you’re happy with what you’ve created.

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not-called-greg · 4 months

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shoutout to this one ao3 author and only this ao3 author you’ve been in the trenches my dear

#ao3 notes #archive of our own #i don’t even remember the fic bro #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

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mediumtires · 1 year

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i'm rereading copper and wool and did you ever say what christians anniversary gift was for toto 🤔

okay okay SO! this is so funny, a few weeks ago the first person ever (shoutout to FallingStar on ao3) actually guessed right! it's sheep! to me it was so obvious (copper and wool etc) but looking back now, it really wasn't. so christian's anniversary gift is sheep lol.

when i wrote it i was actually planning a tiny little sequel but I abandoned it and now it's collecting dust on my desktop. that being said, i’ll put it here (unbeta-d first draft) for those who might want to read it!

“No. No chance.” “C’mon, be a good sport.” “Nein,” Toto says, trying hard to hide his smirk. “I will not let you blindfold me.”

“What if I were to take you upstairs?” “Are you?” “No.” “Then no,” Toto laughs, a little exasperated, and tries to pull away from Christian’s insisting hands.

“C’mon, darling,” Christian tries again, a wide grin lighting up his features. “You know it’s the standard protocol for surprises.”

“I don’t trust you,” Toto just says and turns away from Christian and the tie in his hands to put the water filter back in the fridge. “Fuck you.” Christian laughs in retaliation and swats the tie at him. “At least close your eyes then.”

Toto sighs heavily and turns back to Christian, propping one hand up on the kitchen counter. “Are you serious?” “Entirely.” Christian knows he’s won when Toto sighs once more in exasperation and rakes a hand through his hair.

“But don’t make me fall,” he instructs. “Or walk me into things. I’m very important.” Christian rolls his eyes. “I know you are. Now, c’mon. Close your eyes. We don’t have all day.” “We don’t?”

But Toto does close his eyes after all and stretches his hands out to curl them around Christian’s hips. As Christian starts walking, he says, “Y’know, if you would’ve gone for the tie, I might’ve taken you to the bedroom after.”

Toto snorts. “If you want me to tie you up and blindfold you, just ask,” he offers with a devilish little smirk and Christian is glad he’s got his eyes closed. Something to consider. “Maybe later.” He’s aiming for nonchalant, but he knows Toto sees right through him anyway.

When they step out onto the patio, Toto pulls up his shoulders and frowns. “Are we outside?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Can you not just let me do this for five minutes?” Christian asks, exasperated. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Toto does shut up after that, but it’s mainly because he’s concentrating hard on not tripping and falling when trailing after Christian.

It’s been a few days since their return from Miami and this is the first lull in both their schedules, both of them home early, so frankly, Christian saw an opportunity and took it. Not that he thinks it would have made a huge difference to wait another day or two. Toto hasn’t set a foot anywhere but the chicken coop in a good week, so the probability of him finding out about this is hilariously low. It does make Christian question the whole idea somewhat, but it’s too late now anyway. Still, the Carrera on his left wrist weighs a little heavier than usual.

Toto trips once they reach the gravel path leading further into the grounds and digs his hands into the fleshy bit of Christian’s hips to catch himself. He grunts, stumbles, and Christian can’t help but crack a laugh. “Careful there,” he offers. “Gravel.” He pats Toto’s left hand and then keeps his palm there.

“You are supposed to guide me,” Toto complains, and he already sounds like he’s enjoying this much less than only a minute ago. “You are making me fall on purpose.”

“I’m not.” Christian rolls his eyes towards the sky but keeps moving. “Not everything I do is to antagonise you, darling. Now stop whining.”

Toto does not stop whining because of course he doesn’t. He’s very vocal about how stupid this whole thing is all the way past the chickens, the goats and the donkeys, the pen closest to the house, past their two old ponies, Jacky and Jim, which they had adopted on a whim from the farmer up the road.

For a moment, Christian is contemplating whether he should just push Toto into the pond to humble him. A while ago a bunch of ducks moved in and don’t seem to want to leave again. Christian has grown quite fond of them. More often than not he finds them with the chickens now or waddling around the farm.

“Are we—Is that ducks? Is that the ducks?” Toto has picked up on the distinct flapping of their wings, affronted at the unusual intrusion of their privacy. Christian chuckles at the drake side eying them and pulls Toto further down the path towards the folding. It’s the one attached to the barn at the outskirts of their main property, and Christian had chosen it mainly because it was the one Toto would be least likely to walk into unprompted.

“Almost there,” he says and takes one of Toto’s hands in his so navigating the uneven grounds becomes a little easier. “Should have put on wellies,” he ponders, as he eyes the meadow, the grass long and wet. It’s perfect for the sheep but not exactly ideal for Toto’s dress shoes. They’re Italian leather.

“What?” Toto makes a sound as the damp grass hits his ankles and Christian’s smirk widens. “Christian, you should’ve told me! My boots were right there! These are Italian leather!”

He knows. “I know.” He pulls Toto along. Surprisingly, despite his bitching and moaning, he keeps his eyes closed. “Might have to throw them out later. Shame.” He’ll make sure to keep Toto out here long enough for them to be soaked through and ruined.

Toto makes another sound, displeased, but Christian can see how hard he’s trying to bite down on his exasperated amusement. Toto’s about to throw a comment back at him when a loud “Baaaaa” cuts him off. “What was that?” Toto pulls himself up a little taller. The sheep must’ve spotted them because there’s another string of agreeable bleating. “Christian, what is that?”

They stop at the fence and Toto, still with his eyes closed, sways a little, gripping Christian’s hand to regain his balance. “Christian.”

“Jesus, yes.” Now that he’s looking at the flock of sheep, all huddled together and warily observing Christian and Toto at the fence, he’s not sure if this wasn’t a silly idea.

He’d come up with it when Toto had one night jokingly suggested they should get sheep.

“Sheep?” “Yeah.” “Do you know how much bloody work sheep are, darling? We can barely keep up with the animals we’ve collected so far! We’re lucky we’ve got Johnny to help us out.” Toto had just laughed and kissed his shoulder and let it go, but then, on a trip to Austria last year, Toto had told him how he’d seen a herd of very specific Austrian sheep every time he’d visited his gran in the countryside and how they reminded him of the better times of his childhood. When Christian started thinking about potential anniversary gifts, it was too perfect to just let go. He couldn’t for the life of him remember the breed Toto had mentioned, but the more he’d looked into it, the more he’d realised that while Austrian sheep are very durable and sturdy, they would probably do less well in the mellow British countryside of Oxfordshire, and so he’d decided on British breeds instead. In the end, he’d just gone for one that looked adorable and was easy enough to maintain. With the accumulation of random animals they already had running around the farm, it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway. They wouldn’t be using them for wool farming or that, so might as well have them be nice to look at.

The longer he looks at them now, Toto impatient at his side, still holding his hand, the heavier the watch on his wrist feels. Christian isn’t one for huge gestures or anniversary gifts, but somehow things this year felt different. It hasn’t even been a year since Singapore. It still follows them around, the consequences of that day, shadowy and washed out, but he can still feel it, and so can Toto. Christian is just glad they’re still here. They made it to seven years, and beyond, and for whatever bloody reason he thought a flock of seven sheep would be ideal to celebrate an anniversary centred around wool.

“Christian, there’s water in my shoes,” Toto informs him, and Christian turns his head and grins at his city husband, still blind, the corners of his mouth tweaked down.

“That’s a shame,” he says, “You can open your eyes now.”

Toto does so immediately. He blinks, frowns up at the grey sky, rubs at his eyes with the hand that isn’t still holding Christian’s. Christian lets go to lean against the wooden fence instead.

There is a brief pause. Then, “Christian?” “Yes, darling.” “What am I looking at.” Christian turns to Toto with his eyebrows twitching. As if it wasn’t obvious. “Your anniversary gift!” Toto’s eyes go a little wider as he looks back at the flock of sheep, a huddle of white fleece and black eyes. “What?”

“I told you, your gift was waiting at home.”

“You got me… sheep?”

“Well, us, I guess. But yeah.”

“Seven sheep?”

“Well, first of all, Johnny said no less than five.” Christian is getting a little flustered now and so he blusters on in full pretentious confidence of a Formula 1 team principal defending a Max overtake that no one in good conscience should defend. “And so I wanted to get six, but then I thought, well that doesn’t make any sense, does it, when it’s our seven year anniversary and the theme I’m going with is wool. So I got seven. And they’re a family! The two little ones were only born a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to take them from their mothers.” He pulls his shoulders down a little to straighten his back and keeps looking at the sheep to avoid having to look at his husband. “Plus, you were banging on about wanting sheep.”

“You remembered that? That was ages ago.”

“So?”

“Christian.” Toto’s voice is soft in a way it only ever is when he’s about to say something disarming. “Darling. I—” And then he just wraps himself around Christian from behind, chin hooked over his shoulder and nosing Christian’s cheek. “You said they are too much work.”

“Well, you said you wanted them so—” “How do you manage to outdo me every time?” Toto’s voice is awfully quiet. “I really thought I nailed it this year.” Christian breathes a laugh, half of it in relief that he, against better judgement, didn’t mess this up. “You know I love my watch,” he tells Toto, fingers brushing the warmed leather hugging his wrist. “And this isn’t a competition. You got copper, I got wool. Sorted.”

“I can’t believe you got me sheep,” Toto says again. His voice is a little higher than usual, his accent catching on the vowels, making the words come out hitched.

“Well, look,” Christian grabs one of the large hands wrapped around his torso and covers it with his own. “It’s not just—Sure, you said you wanted sheep, but—Look, I know you’re not a farm boy, okay? You’re very much a child from the city and I know you say you love our home, but I want you to feel it, too, I want you to feel at home here and not just come along for the ride and agree to everything I say. Especially after last year, I want this place to be our sanctuary, and if it takes bloody sheep because you said you wanted them, then so be it. There’s your sheep.”

Toto’s smile widens, Christian can feel it pressed to his cheek, and he can feel the pleased little hum too, reverberating down his spine. Toto’s hold around him tightens fractionally. “I feel very at home, darling. You know that, ja? I don’t need sheep for that. Mostly I need you.”

Christian closes his eyes on a deep breath, and sinking further into Toto’s chest he says, “We can put them with the rest of the lot soon. They’ll need another few days or so, until they’re settled in, and then we can move them in with the others.”

“We’ll need a sheep dog now.”

Christian barks a laugh, lets his head thump against Toto’s shoulder in defeat. “Yeah, no, Bernie and Flav won’t do, will they? Lazy little buggers.” “It’s because you feed them at the table.” “Hey, you started that! Flav, with those puppy eyes and you just—Don’t think I don’t know you cut him up steak when I’m not looking!” Toto’s silent laughter comes in short puffs of breath against the skin of Christian’s neck. “No no no no,” he feels the need to clarify even though they both know it’s the truth. “You feed them too, don’t lie.” Christian tries to stifle a smirk. “They are a tad overweight, aren’t they?” “The vet said, last time,” Toto reminds him. “We need to work them harder, or cut out the food.” Christian hums. “It might be time for a third. A puppy will work them alright.” He coughs a laugh, already regretting this, and adds, “Might as well get a cow or two while we’re at it. Not like it matters now.”

“What are we going to call them?” Toto suddenly asks, lifting his chin from Christian’s shoulder to regard the sheep more closely.

“Well, we gotta stick to the theme.” Christian’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “So you better get creative.”

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Toto asks. “My sheep, my turn.” “Toto, I swear, if you’re going to name them something stupid—” “You named the donkeys and now I have to call them Max and Daniel!” Christian’s protest dissipates into thin air. “Well, it works, they’re good names.” “Yes, and now it’s my turn.” “Just remember, it’s mostly ewes. One ram, the big one, the rest is ewes, and the two lambs are one of each.” “…ewes?” “Female sheep, darling. So I want no Lewis running around, or George, or whoever you’re already thinking of.” “No,” Toto hums thoughtfully. “Lewis is a goat, not a sheep.”

It's so stupid, it has Christian crack a well-earned laugh.

And bonus (cause I couldn’t work this in):

“You know, they’re like… designer sheep.” “They’re what? Designer sheep?” “Yeah, well, look, we’re not going to use them for breeding, or wool, or meat, are we, so they’re… you know. Nice to look at. Sheep we can keep as pets, more or less. They’re still a durable breed, just. Also nice to look at.”

Toto laughs at him for an hour after that.

Here are said sheep!

“They look a little like donkeys, don’t they?” “You think?” “Ja.” “Well, they’re not, they’re sheep. Kerry Hill.” “Kerry who? Have you named them already?” “What? No, that’s the breed, darling. They’re Kerry Hill sheep. They’re from Wales.” “So basically foreigners, yes? We should give them foreign names. International.” Toto grins at him, then he adds, “We should give them German names you can’t pronounce.”

#this is so stupid lol #this is literally just a rough first draft so bear with #it’s the same twenty words i always use #i have no idea if this even makes sense. probably not i won’t lie i skimmed it once and shrugged #also i know fuck all about farming ok #don’t come for me i don’t know the difference between a hen house and a chicken coop it’s the same to me #and!#shoutout to FallingStar on ao3! they’re the only one who figured it out!!!#(i know i promised i’d name the sheep but i never got there lol sorry!!!)#also i can’t quite remember but i think discord saw this first? it was ages ago but sending love <3<3<3 #toto wolff #christian horner #seven years #christian/toto

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sheltershock · 3 months

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I don’t have anything prepared for Valentine’s Day. Just a nice sentiment, I suppose.

May you remember all the times and people in your life that has ever loved you.

Even if you don’t believe that they still love you, or that you love them. Because at that time, you were loved and you felt loved. It doesn’t really matter if that isn’t true now, it just matters that it happened. After all, if we never expressed any type of love out of fear that we’d one day become a bad memory then our day to days would be a lot more hopeless. At that time, you were worthy of being loved, and the same is true now. You’re a different person now, so maybe you just need a different form of love.

We have this holiday celebrating the love that exists in this world, but unfortunately we’ve centered it around romantic love. And there’s nothing wrong with romantic love, I’ve made plenty of posts about characters being in love. But love is such a broad, vague word that we throw around so often that it barely means anything. Love is just so much. It’s taking the time to create something you enjoy, it’s getting up in the morning when you really don’t want to, it’s doing things that are hard, commenting on other people’s fics and rambling about art.

It’s kind of a shame that we associate butterflies in our stomach with love, because at least to me, the feeling of love is the calm and warmth that settles over it. The feeling that you’re safe, that things are okay. I’ve probably put it in my writings somewhere, it’s a nice thought though, isn’t it? I’ve seen so many people at my job pick up chocolates and candies and flowers and hearts. After class, people talk about not being affected by Valentine’s… Restaurant parking lots are filled up, sexual jokes are made and people post kissing pictures to social media.

…

I’ve been wishing people a “Happy Valentine’s” today. With no addendums or implications about… underlying implications. And I thought hard beforehand if I should. It’s really something children say when exchanging gifts and romantic people give each other. It’s not really a “happy holidays” saying, and I hadn’t been passing out gifts. But people have been saying it back, but after a moment to process the date. And it’s nice.

We celebrate romantic love all the time. Your relationship status is constantly talked about, it’s always a plotline in a movie, and an ungodly amount of money is put in the wedding industry year round. And we have a romantic holiday, too. But not everyone has a partner, or maybe even wants one. So it’s nice to observe a holiday about love, in its simplest, most complex form. We spend so many days as miserable neurotics trying to get from one place to the next, so it’s nice to have a day to just remember that love exists and all of it that’s happened to you. It’s a very romantic sentiment. It’s what we should probably be focusing on today, and not how much effort is put, or lack thereof, in your Valentine’s Day gift from your partner.

Happy Valentine’s Day, in case no one has told you yet.

#shelti rambles #i remember and read through all the nice tags you guys leave on my text posts #….and art. even if I don’t understand it #there’s this one comment on my ao3 that I still think about all the time about how the user read my fic between classes on a bad day to get #-through it. the comment makes me feel very loved in particular #and no. i dont have a partner in any capacity. never had.

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applecherry108 · 2 years

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I am once again BEGGING authors to stop deleting their fics!!! Especially on ao3!!!! You can orphan that b! Have it posted anonymously!! But please please PLEASE don’t delete it!!!

I went to go reread one of the most beautiful fics ever and I couldn’t find it. I scoured my history only to find a “fic was deleted” space! No title! No author! I’ll never be able to reread that masterpiece again and I woefully can’t even remember all the details!

Don’t delete ur fics!!!

#god the whole point of ao3 is to be an ARCHIVE even when u don’t want to be associated with it anymore #it was a botw fic and all I really remember was it was post canon. zelink is living in Hateno. and it climaxed with link getting floored by #the realization that he’s in love #it was 2 years ago! I don’t remember it very well but I remember it was fantastic!!#STOP DELETING UR WORKS AUTHORS!!!#apple talks

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papayatayto · 10 months

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I was at this grad party yesterday and I realized just how dull and weary I’ve become. Adult life and the traditional work week have destroyed me. Like where are my hobbies what are my passions what drives me to wake up in the morning. Times like these I miss being the most embarrassing 12 year old ever. I was cringe but I was free and full of hopes and dreams and love and ambition.

#god please #I’m not sure how to get back to me #maybe i should get back into writing fanfiction again #I never finished my NaLu fic #I don’t even remember my fanfiction.net account #do I move to ao3?#or wattpad #both? both is good

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ozcarma · 2 years

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I’m losing my mind -

Anyone in the Undertale fandom, does anyone recall an au fic where the focus was on Papyrus and Flowey, where Frisk wasn’t in the story at all, and was about Flowey trying to train Papyrus to be strong enough for the Royal Guard?

Flowey was sadistic as hell, doing this mainly because he’s bored of doing literally everything else. I don’t recall much else about this story, I think it had more than 15 chapters? The writer was/is on tumblr but I don’t recall their blog name at all. I remember discovering this story through a series of adapted comics that an artist would make on here.

But beyond that I’ve got nothing. Thank you anyone for any help!

#I’ve searched everywhere I could find #undertale #undertale au #papyrus #flowey #i remember I followed the writer but I guess I unfollowed them since I can’t find them in my following list?#i went through the tags here trying to put in their names and ‘au’ hoping for anything but turned up nothing #went to ao3 and into the Flowey&Papyrus tag and went by most kudos and couldn’t find anything #i then changed it to try and have more specific requirements and still nothing #i tried to search the Undertale au wiki but I have no clue how to navigate that and was at a loss #i remember reading this thing! i just don’t remember that much beyond that basic description and I’m going bonkers #I’m not even into UT anymore but a friend of mine who knows nothing abt it showed interest in the weird aus the fandom made #and I was going in depth on a bunch that I could remember #and it just sparked memory of this fic I liked a whole bunch but now can’t find anywhere #anyway. thank you anyone who can help

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gobbluthbutagirl · 1 year

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the other day i got a notification in my bank account that my email appeared in a dark web leak and that i should change the password but here’s the thing. i have had that email since i was 12. it is connected to my dad’s internet provider that has since been bought out by another company. i use the email exclusively on my iphone’s mail app. the password for it is stored in the settings for the mail app but there is no way for me to view the password in the settings for the mail app. the password is not stored in the password keychain. i do not remember the password. and the only device that has the password saved in an accessible way is my 10-year-old desktop computer that does not turn on because the graphics card is dead and needs to be replaced. and today something highly suspect has been happening in my email inbox and i literally cannot change the password because not only do i not know the current password. i do not know what website i would even need to go on to change the password if i DID know it. when i say “hell” you say “on earth!!!”

#it’s a different email than the one i use for tumblr/ao3/etc btw #because it’s my full legal name lmao #my dad is waiting to hear back from customer support but until then i can only assume the account is compromised & unusable to me #i don’t even know how many websites i have signed up to with that email #OR how many of those websites have my debit card info on file #so all i can do now(and have done already) is lock my card. pray for the best.#and pray that i will remember to unlock the card if i go to the store tomorrow

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