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ObiMaul canon divergent au
SilverFlint modern AU one-shot
Leverage OT3 prison job
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
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Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Mike Driver

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Currently Writing
ObiMaul canon divergent au
SilverFlint modern AU one-shot
Leverage OT3 prison job
Do people not know that A03 has a Share button that will automatically generate a Tumblr post with your title, rating, summary, link, and tags that you can just post?
I've been seeing what feels like an increasing amount of folks just slapping the link in a post -- and not even a hyperlink, just the raw link -- and calling it good.
WHAT
Please, my friends, spread the word! Show our fellows there is an easier path to share their work!
[image id] the ao3 fic page for the thunder and the flame by dorksidefiker with the comment, share, and subscribe buttons at the top right highlighted with a box [end id]
aftercare for posting on ao3
your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)
who in the year 2026 is looking to read 15.8k of luthen/cassian from the star wars tv show andor
explicit | post s1 | undercover missions | blow jobs | hand jobs | repression like you've never seen before
"Managing a man like Wilmeth isn't the same as working a hard-up rental cop in some backwater dive bar. You are my operative, this is my mission. My operational command." He stopped himself just short of saying, this is my rebellion. "I'm in control."
Something had shifted behind Cassian's eyes and Luthen had braced himself for a fight – a verbal one, hopefully – but Cassian had just sat down at Luthen's table and after a moment asked, "So I don't do anything unless you tell me to?" His voice had sounded slightly forced, but Luthen hadn't had any idea what was behind it. "You decide what I need to do with him and then I do it?"
It wasn't what Luthen had said, and he never would have put it like that. "Yes," he had answered. It wasn't what he had meant to say.
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Sometimes the rebellion needs Cassian to go on a honeypot mission. The rebellion- that's who needs it. Definitely the rebellion.
read it on ao3
“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own
your !! comments !! on fics !! are !! important !! to us writers !!
i’ve been seeing a lot of people saying they feel bad for leaving comments, especially on older fics, because they’re afraid to bother the author.
but i’m here to tell you this: BOTHER US!! you have no idea how much writers appreciate the interaction. every single time i get a comment on one of my fics, it makes my entire WEEK. it’s how we know if people resonated with our writing. writers love talking about their work and about the original media! so please, BOTHER US. even if it’s just emojis. don’t ever feel bad for interacting! that’s literally how you keep fandoms alive.
don’t ever feel bad for interacting! that’s literally how you keep fandoms alive
writing goals for 2026 ✨
to write
There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white
writing is so fun
writing is impossible why does anyone do this
I love other writers so much because every writer I've ever met is genuinely and utterly deranged on a level only writers can achieve
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
Tragedy alignment chart. Feel free to use, but please reblog if you do.
trust i got yall fr 💯💯💯
once again a promising erotic story ruins the sexiness by concentrating on sex, the least sexy part of sex.
honestly crazy that ao3 isn't bursting at the seams with crossover fics that use the holiday (2006) as the format for the crossover. two IPs where one character from each swaps over to the other? that should be gold if you're into crossovers. and I know you freaks are
characters raised to be tools
Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential
Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all
Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done
Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?
Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.
Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart
Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.
Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?