There's been a number of people reporting over on the AO3 subreddit that they're getting messages like this posted in the comments shortly after posting new fics.
The AO3 team are NEVER going to try and contact you about TOS violations via the comment section (or about anything else for that matter)
Don't click any links. Report the accounts involved (which might claim to be things like "LucySupport"), delete the message and move on.
Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!
going from being seen as the all american teen to being viewed as something violent and dangerous and not quite human. your very existence a threat to civilized society. the only acceptable outcome your death or imprisonment. treated like you murdered someone (the version of you that existed in other people's minds) by giving into your monstrous nature (trans). maybe do a Carrie with it and kill the transphobic bullying classmates
https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/
This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
Please know this sites hashtagging system is categorical and NOT clout based
Aka if I look up the “Wendell and Wild” tag, I should find clips, media, art and posts related to Wendell and wild ONLY. Same with any other random tag searched
If I spy a selfie, a random neighborhood, or any other kind of “insta” post trying to take likes for a popular hashtag, I’m reporting you for spam. Most other long term users will too and your acct will be fast tracked as a spam blogger and blocked.
You will not ruin the last non corporate site for us, especially by trying to treat this site like influencers matter. If you get popular, it’s bc you’re a clown w a skill not bc your hot or rich or skinny, got it?
#holy shit at people in the notes this isn't 'tyrannical' it's basic courtesy AND against the tos #the spam report button is easily accessible for this exact reason #cross tagging is absolutely reportable spam according to tos so just don't do it #it also doesn't get you any more notes it just pisses people off
People (me) will report you for this (I will). If you are spamming the tags, someone (again, me) will click the little report button (and I will enjoy doing it) every time they (I) see your unrelated posts clogging their (my) search.
Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.
Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.
Dunk and Maekar start hate/frustration fucking post trial, which is a mistake because they are both completely incapable of not developing feelings for the person they're fucking
Meanwhile an alive Baelor is choking on suppressed rage because he's been pining away over his hedge knight, trying to figure out the right way to court and/or seduce Dunk with the power imbalance in the way... and MARKAR! IS FUCKING! HIS HEDGE KNIGHT!
So there's Baelor developing Complicated Feelings about Dunk and Maekar falling in love (do they realise they're in love yet? Maybe, maybe not).
And Dunk and Maekar eventually clocking that Baelor is feeling A Way about what they've got going on and both independently thinking "Well, obviously, Baelor's in love with him so I should step aside so that Baelor can have the man he really wants" (do they actually say this to each other or do they just make up some bullshit excuse?).
This does not work of course.
Dunk and Maekar being absolutely miserable apart and there's Baelor taking it upon himself to fix things (maybe he has feelings for both of them, but they were clearly together first and falling in love and he should do what he can to fix that because he doesn't want to see either of them miserable).
So they're all back in King's Landing at Baelor's urging.
Also, sub plot where Daeron and Valarr have clocked the three of them and are scheming to get them all together- Egg is probably helping.
Baelor has to work harder than usual to get them in the same room together (because they're still sad and it's hard to be close). But he succeeds! (Little does he know, but Daeron and Valarr are right behind him, locking the door with him in the room, too, because he's a fool if he doesn't think he has a place in that conversation, too.) A f he's all "Listen, you're pretty clearly really fucking miserable apart and it breaks my heart to think that I might have played a part in that so forget about me and whatever I may think or feel and just be happy together."
Maekar is the one who tells Baelor that he's an idiot. Probably with some cursing thrown in. "The only reason that this isn't working is because we fucking can't forget about you. Do you really think us any more capable of hurting you? We are apart simply because we are incapable of hurting you. So, go ahead- make your choice."
Baelor absolutely rankling at the thought of choosing one over the other. "Absolutely fucking not."
Dunk having a light bulb moment. "I think there's a solution that we've missed here." And explaining (in a very stuttering way probably) that if they're all into each other, they can actually all be together surely?
Baelor and Maekar already having decided to say yes about point three seconds after Dunk starts speaking and then having one of those silent conversations they like to do.
"We can never tell anyone that he figured that out before we did."
"Agreed."
Dunk, who has learned to interpret Targaryen Silent Conversations (tm) fairly well by now: Listen, I like you both well enough tp never mention the fact that I figured it out before you did again after today. But you should probably be more concerned about the fact that your sons figured it out before any of us and they will never let you live it down.
Some grumbling about that fact.
A lot more smiling.
This will not be easy, but it will be a lot easier than what they were doing before.
Dunk sleeps in the middle.
Egg absolutely gives the shovel talk to his dad and uncle about Dunk.
Love where you've taken this! Everyone is have AN EMOTION™ about eachother, and of course it the only one if them with any emotional intelligence that get the sorted out
i cant believe that there's still gamergate STANK on games that women enjoy. NASTY misogyny residue. stardew valley is in fact a video game. animal crossing is also a video game. so are otome games and dating sims and twee little cozy games. sometimes a bitch doesnt wanna play bloodborne that shit's hard
guys who mainly play 2k and fortnite will still be like oh youre not a real gamer for having 1000 hours in stardew. mother fucker you're larping as a basketball player
in celebration of me not bombing my interview, have a few words from a companion piece to the pre-dunk/baelor about to ride into battle
might finish this by monday, might not 🤷🏼♀️
“Seven hells Dunk, I didn't know you had that in you,” Ser Roland said, riding up next to Dunk to slap him on the back.
The battle had been won handily, and Baelor and his kingsguard were making their way back to camp, stopping here and there so that Baelor might have a word or two with his men; reassurances to the wounded, praise for those who had fought particularly bravely. Dunk rode close at his side, almost too close, and, despite Ser Roland’s attempts to rehash the battle blow by blow, had been silent since the conclusion of the fighting, save for him asking quietly if Baelor were well.
“Leave him be Roland,” Ser Donnel said from Baelor's other side, “we don't all share your lust for war.”
“Lust for war? Not at all, I have a lust for life, nothing makes a man feel more alive than a good brush with death.”
Ser Donnel shook his head, “You didn't have a brush with death, Dunk cut down any man that got within ten feet of His Grace before you'd even raised your sword. Count yourself lucky our oaths are for life or you'd be out of a job.”
The tips of Dunk's ears went red. “Right. Sorry,” he muttered, looking away.
“Aye, that was my brush with death, I thought Dunk might slay me for being too close to the prince.”
Baleor glanced at Dunk, but the man did not acknowledge either Ser Roland or Ser Donnel, he was staring fixedly ahead at some point between the ears of his destrier.
“Ser Duncan,” Baelor tried, and got no response. He gently nudged Dunk's stirrup with his boot, his sabaton clanking against the iron. Dunk jolted and looked at Baelor with wide eyes, as though seeing him for the first time. A small cut on his brow was bleeding sluggishly, the blood smeared from where Dunk had tried to wipe it away with a gauntleted hand, but he appeared otherwise unharmed.
“You did well,” Baelor said. It was woefully inadequate. Dunk had made an excellent showing for his first proper battle. “No man could fault your bravery, you've done your Ser Arlan proud.” Done me proud, Baelor might've said.
“You flatter me, Your Grace,” Dunk said, “And you, you are-”
“Well? Yes, you've already asked me that,” Baelor said gently.
