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Alternative Titles for Shang Chi
Shang Chi and the fellowship of the ten rings
Or
Wenwu and the legend of the ten cockrings
Literally me trying to write on Ao3
i want to write so bad but everytime i open my word doc this is how i look at it
New chapter! Sick!Reader this time.
Well, what other choice do they have? There will be only one bed šāāļø
OMG IT IS 1 IN THE MORNING AND I WAS LOOKING AT THE AO3 SYMBOL AND I ONLY JUST REALISED THAT IT WAS THE LETTERS A O AND 3 IVE BEEN THINKING IT WAS A FUCKING GOOFY AHH STICK FIGURE THIS WHOLE TIME WHAT THE FUCK AAAAAAAAABF WJZJSNNANDJANDBDHJSNF SNJSA
off to go and watch my 80s comfort shows while crying because ao3 is down :ā(
Me: hears screaming in tumblr
me: NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT AO3!!! TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!
Drew some stuff for an MHA OC.
On the left, her quirk, Satan, is bodyjacking her like Sukuna.
The right's just her casual self.
I *could* go in depth with her whole shtick, but Nah.
...I'm an MHA fan who's scared of the community and scared of tumblr...even though I probably don't have any room to talk, judging how I'm working on an MHA fanfic right now (not the shipping or x various kind. We turned a Shonen into a Seinen while keeping canon content.)
But uhhhhh...yeah, I made Vigilante Bakugo š
The Embrace of Love and Death, Chapter 6: From Liability to Menace
Chapter Summary: Astarion and Miss Fortune are rudely awoken by sacks being thrown over their heads as they are spirited away for a final test of their combat skills. They must work together using a blend of stealth and brutality to free themselves before time runs out. Should they succeed, the companions will be able to resume their adventures. Fail, and Laeāzel threatens to gut them and take Miss Fortuneās role as leader.
Read the full chapter on AO3!
Excerpt:
The ropes binding Miss Fortuneās hands behind their back cut into their wrists as they squirmed to get free. They had no idea where they were. Several minutes ago theyād been awoken suddenly this morning to a sack being thrown over their head as Laeāzel pulled them roughly to their feet. Their reward for several days of hard training, she explained, was a final test. Pass, and sheād declare both them and Astarion as no longer being liabilities, and they could get back on the road looking for a cure. Fail, and sheād gut them both and lead Gale and Shadowheart onwards herself before their bodies even had a chance to grow cold.
āNo, no, this is just a friendly assessment,ā Gale had interjected. āThe only negative consequences for failing will be extra training!ā
Miss Fortune was led forward with a rough hand against the back of their head for some ways until the hand gripped harder, stopping them. Someone else pushed them down into a chair and bound their hands behind their back.
āYour armor and weapons are in the room with you,ā Laeāzel began.
āRoomā¦? Where have you taken-ā
āLISTEN, istik! You will free yourself, arm yourself. Astarion is already in your same predicament somewhere else nearby. You must find one another and fight your way out before Galeās illusion spell wears off. Understand?ā
āI have so many questions, foremost being āWhat the fuck?ā But sure, I understand the general instructions,ā Miss Fortune had groaned. Their companions must have grabbed them early because they were so exhausted they could barely process the situation. Their suspicions were confirmed when Laeāzel tugged the hood off of them and they saw that dawn was only just beginning to break. āThis couldnāt have been a midday test?ā
Laeāzel elected not to answer that last question, instead turning on her heel to leave and motioning for Gale to follow. They shimmered out of sight as they presumably left the range of whatever illusion spell Gale had woven.
This left Miss Fortune alone and bound, but knowing this was an illusion helped stave off any panic. They wondered if the companions had grabbed Astarion first and then come back for them or if theyād left poor Shadowheart to ācaptureā him on her own.
A smile tugged at their mouth as they imagined how absolutely livid the vampire must be right now. Interrupting his beauty trance? Messing up his hair with that awful sack? Risking a broken nail to wriggle free of the ropes? They could picture his scowl and the vitriol spewing from it so clearly in their mind. The image of threats of violence issuing forth from such a beautiful man was delicious, especially seeing as they would be directed at other people and not them. Focus, they scolded themselves. You can daydream later.
Miss Fortune never thought theyād be glad for their history as a courtesan in their new life, but as luck would have it they were well-versed in the art of rope play. A wicked smile spread across their face as they tested the bindings. Laeāzel would have to try harder than that to keep them tied up. After all, theyād had their entire body intricately trussed and bound more times than they could count - oftentimes while suspended from the ceiling - and theyād been taught to find their way out of any ties. They were free from Laeāzelās shoddy knots in no time at all.
The half-elf made a mental note to teach her how to do a better job tying up prisoners after this. Or better yet, to make sure they always did it themselves.
Once they had dressed and armed themselves, the next step was to survey their surroundings. Galeās sage advice from the last few days replayed in their head: deep breaths, take time to note your exits and your advantages, use all your senses. They were in a small stone room with slits for windows and one door. The only things inside were the chair, the chest their gear had been in, and themselves. Which was to say, not much to take in. Putting their ear against the door, they paused. At first, they heard nothing. But then came the sounds of footsteps drawing nearer - it sounded like two sets.
They waited and listened, breathing as quietly as possible, as the footsteps passed right by their door and then began to recede on the far side of it. Some kind of patrol then, it seemed. Once the sound had completely faded, they took a chance opening their door. Relief flooded their veins when they found it unlocked. That would save them time and reduce the chances of getting caught mid-lockpicking.
The door opened into a short hallway with two other doors to the left of theirs. Clinging to the wall they crept over to the middle door, once again cupping an ear against it to listen inside. No sounds of struggle inside, so they moved on. Miss Fortune felt thoroughly confused when they got to the last door because they could smell Astarionās perfume - Rosemary, bergamot, and a touch of brandy, heād recently revealed - before they even reached the door.
Laeāzel had mentioned that this was some sort of elaborate illusion Gale wove. Could the perfume smell be part of it, designed to trick them into opening the wrong door? No, they decided. They hadnāt ever noticed Astarion and Gale in close enough contact for the wizard to replicate the vampireās scent this well. Putting an ear to the door revealed shuffling sounds, confirming their hunch that Astarion was behind door number three.
Hearing distant footsteps once more, they quickly ducked inside Astarionās room and shut the door as quietly as possible. The sight that greeted them was one they hoped they could commit to memory. The vampire was on the last clasp of his padded armor, muttering what sounded like foul Elvish curses under his breath. His hair was a beautiful mess with curls going in every direction, but the best part was his facial expression. His eyebrows were downturned slashes over his fiery eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a livid grimace; the very paragon of anger. It took everything Miss Fortune had to stifle their laughter; this was even better than they had imagined.
Read from chapter 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64221298?view_full_work=true
how am I supposed to read regency Stolitz fanfic now
My husband (ao3) is barely home these days (it's down almost every day) I think he's having an affair with the neighbour's wife (error 503)
ao3 turns 15 today
reblog if youre older than ao3
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
Yāall is ao3 crashing again what is going onšš
Bro I need a frickin fanfic (preferably story) where the male reader or oc is a power bottom biker boy who drives something like a Yamaha r1 or a BMWS1000RR or some other hot modern bike and is a adrenaline junkie and stuff and slowly builds up harem of powerful men for himself and he starts by pulling up next to starks limo at a red light or something and immediately catches his heart or something and because of this he ends up eventually after a while of 'hanging' with stark he meets the rest of the avengers just for the other guys to fall for him too because honestly it'd be a trip. I mean who doesn't want to get on your knees for a biker boy, I definitely would š (guys don't judge, a girls gotta simp)
Edit: and if he has a superpower, it should be like dumb luck. Like the kind that makes birds show up outta nowhere to take a bullet for him or something or no matter what he comes out unscathed. Like to the point powers malfunction when directed at him or something dumb will happen to keep him safe, which is why he's an adrenaline junkie. No one knows his power tho, not even himself. He just thinks it's normal. This also could work in a bnha fic
Edit 2: oh and a foreign accent like idk which but you choose.
Edit 3: I feel like he'd listen to artists like slen, sxmpra, BVDLVD, Freddie dredd, ghostemane, mac Miller, $uicideboy$, bones, d4vd, red leather, witchz, 1nonly, etc just for like the aesthetic or something (guys I listen to these guys but I don't look or act it at all. It's a guilty pleasure lol and I feel badass to some of the songs for the beat alone. This or he'd listen to heavy dubstep, trap, phonk, etc) and I'm thinking big dawgs by hanumankind would fit him perfectly
Actually this can apply to any fandom with hot guys. I'd die for a cod one where he meets them in a country they've got a mission in by pulling up next to them on his bike or he owns a bike shop or he's their neighbor or a DC one cuz Batman's reaction would be funny or jokers if his plans never work when the MC is involved because of his luck
Pic not mine, probably found on Pinterest. Credit to them but this is how I'd think he looked
Does anyone else do this to keep track of their fics and ideas, or am I just weird? It's definitely a mess but I like doing it idk.
(Ask a question on anything here if you want, I need interaction)
Chapter 12 of "I Got Soul, But I'm Not A Soldier" is Out!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58795792/chapters/162906595
I think I just had a terrible idea for a fic that I haven't seen done yet.
I'm gonna try and cook with this
Chapter 11 Is Out!
Jazz chapter!
Chapter 10 is out!
Chapter 9 is out!
Chapter 8 is out!
Chapter 7 is out!
Chapter 6 is out!
Wheeljack drawing will be out later tonight
SHUT UP YOU READ BUG FUCKING
AO3 GIVE ME BACK MY ROBOT MPREG PLEASE????
IM GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWAL THEY WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING
I Got Soul, But I'm Not A Soldier Chapter 5
Chapter 5 is out now!