#wattpad | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr has been banned in Indonesia for providing people with access to pornographic content.

cowboylikelyric · 1 day

Text

riding lessons (cowboy!harry)

Summary: Where a tense Harry gives riding lessons to some you would have never expected. When jealousy takes over, Harry reassures you of his love. Based on this ask.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, oral sex (female recieving),

A/N: i have been dying to do some cowboyrry so here you guys go! and if anyone is wondering, i am totally picturing harry with his current mullet cause duh. please let me know what you think! love you guys the most!

---

“Harry!” You squeal as Harry peppers kisses all over your face, his fingers tickling up your sides.

“Hmm, what?” He manages to get out between kisses, a smile painted on his face. You plant your hands on his chest and try to push him away.

Harry had woken up in an excellent mood this morning, full of smiles and love. He had clung to you since the moment you woke up, laying constant kisses on your lips and now all over your face.

He ran his hands up your bare stomach under his shirt that you were wearing, his kisses slowing just slightly.

“Baby,” You push at his chest, giggling.

Harry pulled away with a cheeky smile on his face, resting his forehead against yours. He looked into your eyes and there was that look he always gave you that made you blush.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, honey.” He went to take another kiss from you, which would have probably led to much more than a kiss, when his phone buzzed, pulling a groan from him.

He buried his face in your neck, mumbling, “Don’t wanna go.”

You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his face back so you can look at him. “Lessons?” You ask, a frown appearing on your face. Normally Harry loved giving riding lessons.

Ever since you met Harry four years ago, he’s lived in the same place, doing the same thing. Harry grew up on his family’s ranch, and never left. Once he got old enough, his dad let him start running the horse riding lessons because that was exactly what Harry loved to do. He still hadn’t taught you, but that’s because you had never really asked him. It just wasn’t something that you felt the need to do, ride a horse that is.

You didn’t grow up here like Harry did. You grew up in a city about two hours from the ranch. You and Harry met on a random Sunday at a grocery store when he was visiting family. The moment you met him you knew you had to see him again. And of course you did, you were persistent.

Now, four years later, he was your best friend as well as your husband. You both live on the ranch in a sweet little farmhouse that he and his dad built together.

But the point was, Harry loved giving riding lessons on the ranch, so you couldn’t quite figure out why he sounded so against it today.

Harry nodded and placed a kiss on your nose before climbing off your bed. He had dressed himself earlier, so all he had to do was tug on his boots. He grabbed his cowboy hat from the side table, placed it on his head, and came over to your side of the bed to lean over you.

“I’ll be home for lunch, honey,” he says before giving you one last kiss, then grabbing his phone to check the message he got earlier.

As soon as his eyes hit his phone his body tenses, but he moves past it as if nothing happened, sticking his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

“I love you,” You call out as he starts to make his way out of the bedroom.

He looks back over his shoulder and puts on a fake smile, nothing like the one he wore earlier, saying, “Love you more,” before leaving the room.

What the hell was up with him?

You tried not to think too much about it, getting a shower and getting ready before making your way to the main farm house on the ranch where Harry’s parents lived.

As soon as you stepped in, you could smell the delicious breakfast that you knew Ronnie, Harry’s mother and your mother in law, prepared.

You turned the corner to the kitchen and saw the spread of breakfast foods across the kitchen island. Pancakes with blueberries and ones with chocolate chips, fried potatoes, bacon, and everything else you could imagine. Your favorite was her hand squeezed orange juice that she made you a new jug of each week.

“Ronnie, you really do know the way to my heart,” you say and watch as she turns around, smile bright just like Harry’s.

She held out a full plate in your direction, “Good morning, sweet pea.”

��Morning,” You took the play from her and sat at the island, digging in. And then of course you got to thinking about Harry’s strange mood this morning and it had your stomach turning all over again. So, you asked your mother in law, “Do you know who Harry’s giving lessons to today?”

She hummed, shaking her head, “M’not sure. Why’re you asking?” She sets a full plate in the microwave, for Chris, Harry’s father, before coming to sit and eat her own breakfast with you.

You shrug, “He just didn’t seem too excited to get out there today is all.”

Ronnie got a confused pout on her face. “Well, if anyone could figure it out, it’d be you, Y/n.”

You nod and stab at the pancake on your plate, hoping it was nothing major.

Later on, as the clock struck twelve, you began to wonder where Harry was as lunch sat on the counter. So you took a trip out to the training ring. Sometimes Harry got so enthralled with the horses that he wouldn’t realize the time had passed. Other times, he and Chris would take their horses down the trails for an afternoon stroll. Either way, this wasn’t unusual for Harry.

The ring wasn’t too far from their house, about a five minute walk. Chris and Ronnie had gifted you both a four wheeler last Christmas to travel the ranch with, but you enjoyed taking in the scenery.

As you approached the arena, you watched as Harry rode his horse, Kalli, beside someone else who you could tell was riding, Milo. Milo was patient, so he was often used for lessons.

You stepped a touch closer, trying to see who the student was. It was definitely a woman, but her face was turned away from your view so you couldn’t tell.

You couldn’t see how Harry was feeling as Kalli trotted along. The both of them rounded the ring and you finally caught sight of her face. Ada.

After being with Harry for four years, being married for almost one, nothing really sparked jealousy within you anymore. But as you caught sight of his ex riding beside him, your stomach slightly dropped.

Ada lived in the same town as you guys, so it was almost guaranteed to come across her a few times in a year. You’d never really acknowledge her, but the two of you had no bad blood. Harry never talked extremely horrible about her, only that their relationship had always been quite… miserable.

So why was he giving her lessons? And why hadn’t Harry told you?

She laughed beside him and he cracked a slight smile before they started making their way toward the stalls, which were in your direction. You were quick to move out of sight, not wanting to make a big deal of this. So, you headed back to the house and tried to shake the enormous feelings that were piling in your gut.

Harry had never taught you how to ride, but now he had taught Ada. Why did that bother you so much? Harry didn’t even like Ada, afterall, he married you. But did he wish you had more enthusiasm when it came to riding? You loved the horses like they were your own children, you just never wanted to ride them, that was Harry’s thing.

Your lip quivered, but you shook your head, stepping back into your home, heading straight for the kitchen. You took a deep breath as you sat at the table and painted on a smile, beginning to eat your lunch.

The front door clicked as it shut, his voice ringing through the house as he called, “Honey?”

“Lunch is ready!” You controlled the shake in your voice as you shouted.

Harry walked through the doorway, sweat soaking through the collar of his t-shirt. He smiled at you as he crossed the kitchen. He approached you from behind your chair, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat across from you where his food sat, removing his hat from his head, sitting it on the table. You cleared your throat, “How were the lessons?”

You stared down at your plate as he answered. “Yeah, they were fine. Got to see Willow again. She gets better everytime I see her.”

Willow was the daughter of a friend of his, he’d been giving her lessons since she was five. But you weren’t really hoping to hear about Willow.

You hummed, “Anyone new?”

Harry forked some food into his mouth. “One new student today.”

“Sounds exciting.” You say, not meeting his gaze.

“Is everything okay?” He asks. Yeah, everythings great, just the fact that your new student is your ex.

You look up, nodding, “Yup, think I’m just tired.”

He pouted slightly, taking your plate. “Well, go up and take a nap, honey. I’ll clean all this up. Gotta head out to tidy up the stalls then I’ll come back right back to you.”

Harry came over to place a kiss on your lips, whispering, “I love you,” before staring over to the sink.

You padded up the stairs, going along with the whole nap idea. Except you could nap. All you could do was roll around the bed and shut your eyes, picturing them riding together.

You groaned and stared up at the ceiling. For once in your life, you had all the motivation in the world to go out to the stalls and saddle one of the horses. That was never something you wanted to do before. You had no idea why. Maybe you were scared or maybe you were just self aware. But now you wanted to, or you thought so.

You slide off the bed and hop on one of four wheelers, zipping to the stalls where you hoped Harry would be.

“Baby?!” You call out as you park the wheeler, stepping to the stalls.

“Milo’s!” He yells back and you make your way there. When you get there, Harry’s brushing Milo with a smile on his face. “Hey, honey. That nap was fast.”

“Yeah, I’m rested and refreshed. Feeling better than ever.” Not. “Hey, uh,” Harry looks up from Milo, “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, his brows furrowing, “Course you can, Y/n, you know that.”

You clear your throat, nodding to yourself. “Great, good, well,” You shake out your hands that feel like they’re getting sweatier by the second, “I was, uh, wondering if you’d teach me how to… how to ride.”

Harry’s face pulls back, surprise written all over it. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You nod, taking the brush from his hands and placing it in the basket. “I want you to give me lessons.”

The furrowing of his brows returns yet again and your heart drops: He shakes his head in confusion. “Why?”

You frown and scoff. “Do I need a reason?”

“No, it’s just you’ve never asked me before-“

“Well, I am now,” You walk closer to him, whispering, “I want to learn how to fucking ride.”

Hurt spreads across his face as you spit the words. “Y/n, are you okay? What’s up w-“

Flashes of what you had seen earlier seep into your mind. Ada laughing beside Harry, him smiling, him not telling you.

Anger rushes over you as you bring your hands to his chest, pushing him back a few steps, yelling, “Just teach me how to ride, god dammit!”

Then, you’re stuck in place and so is Harry. You let out heavy breaths, your shoulders tight as your stomach turns. Silence fills the air as you both stand in front of each other. What had you just done?

Finally, the emotions that you’d buried deep down earlier had erupted and you look like an asshole. But you still felt hurt. But he was the only thing that ever healed the hurt inside of you. So, right in front of Harry, you broke down. A sob rushed out of your throat, tears falling as you stepped over to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest.

Harry wraps his arms around you and slowly rubs his hand up and down your back trying to soothe you. “It’s okay, honey, you’re okay.” He laid kisses on top of your head as you cried out into his chest. That was something that you loved about Harry. He didn’t need to know what was wrong, only that if something was wrong, he wanted to fix it.

You cried out every single tear you could until his shirt was soaked and your face was drenched. He pulled your face away from his chest to get a good look at you. He stared into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek, asking, “What’s hurting you, honey?”

You bit your lip staring at him, debating whether or not you wanted to tell him. Of course, you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t know if it would make you sound like a crazy jealous wife. Because maybe you were in the wrong. What if this was just all in your own head? Wouldn’t you look stupid.

You took a deep breath, “I know you’re giving Ada lessons.”

Harry’s face morphed into an expression that you couldn’t read. His mouth dropped open a touch and you thought that maybe it was guilt that you saw.

“Y/n,” He shook his head, “I’m so sorry.” He was sorry? Did that mean he had done something? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“No, it’s okay,” You try to fan your face to dry the tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I acted this way, it was stupid-”

Harry grabbed your face again, “Don’t you ever say that. It wasn’t stupid. I’m stupid. I’m so fucking stupid because I actually believed her.” Now, you were confused.

“What?” You asked. What the hell was going on right now?

Harry sighed and grabbed your hands. “I didn’t wanna teach her, but she came to me with this sob story,” Shaking his head, a look of disgust washed over his face. “Told me her dad said she needed lessons cause of she didn’t learn how to do something around their farm soon, he’d kick her out.”

A wave of relief crashed over you. You had no idea she still lived with her dad and you were assuming Harry didn’t either. Ada’s dad also had a farm, but it wasn’t nearly as big as the Style’s ranch.

Your shoulders dropped. “Oh.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, accept he didn’t say that. She just made up the whole goddamn story as a way to get to me. I mean,” He motions behind him, “I’m sure you saw her out there. She knows how to ride a fucking horse. I feel so stupid.” He grabbed your face again. “You know she means nothing to me. Nothing else in the goddamn world means a thing to me if I don’t have you. You know that right?”

“Of course, I do.” You pressed your forehead to his, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “But why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head, “Honey I wish I had a reason, but I don’t. God, I’m so fucking stupid.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Forgive me, baby.”

You nod. “You’re forgiven,” You wrap your arms around his neck, “But you’re still gonna have to make it up to me.”

Harry pulled his face back, a mischievous smirk planted on his face. “Right here?” He asked, gripping your hips and backing you up and out of Milo’s stall, before shutting the stall door.

“Harry…” You whispered. The dimples grew on his cheeks which you knew meant he was up to no good. “What are you doing?” You asked as he began trailing his lips down your neck.

“Shh, trying to make it up to my wife.” He slurred against your neck, as if he was drunk off of the feeling. You giggle at his tone but push him off.

He groans at you but you just roll your eyes. “Down boy, you’ll get what you want. But I don’t really feel like giving the horses a show.” You grab his hand and pull him from the stalls quickly, scanning the ranch for a secret hideaway.

Harry tugs you to the right, saying, “The barn.”

You shake your head quickly. “Your dad!” You whisper shout. What was he thinking?

“Is done for the day.” He finishes, dragging you over to the big red building. As soon as you get in, He pushes you up against the wall, his lips immediately pressed to yours and his hands feeling all over your sundress. His hands slip beneath the material, going straight for your ass, squeezing it.

His tongue slips across your lips, making its way into your mouth as your hands make their way up to his hair at his neck. Your fingers tangle in the curls as you moan against his mouth. You were feeling the effects of his actions already as your arousal began to soak your panties. He pulls away from the kiss, breathless and a lust drunk smile on his face. He pulls his cowboy hat from his head, setting it on yours.

“Hold this for me?” Harry starts to lower himself onto his knees. “Wanna have a taste of my sweet, sweet Honey.”

He lifts your dress up to your waist, looking for you to hold it. You do, grabbing the hem of your dress as a breeze blows over your legs. Harry kisses the inside of your thighs, trailing up to the very apex. You let out a small gasp, your stomach caving in as he pressed his lips over top of the center of your panties.

“Oh, baby,” He placed a long lick along your covered center, “So worked up.” He hooked his fingers into your underwear, sliding them down your legs. He tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans before lifting one of your legs and placing it on shoulder. He locked his eyes on yours as he latched his mouth onto your cunt.

“Oh my god,” You sigh as he slid a hand back to hold your ass, pushing your pussy further in his face. Harry wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking at it, sending zaps of pleasure through your body. He groans against you, his tongue moving to fuck into you. Your head starts to lull back at the loads of satisfaction you’re feeling but he’s quick to reach up and pinch your thigh, getting your attention.

“Eyes on me,” He speaks sternly against you. You nod and watch as he drowns himself in your arousal, exploring every inch of your pussy. “Ya wear dresses like this more often and I’ll be on my knees forever.”

It was one of the simple sun dresses that you had in your closet. You had no idea that it drove him this crazy, but you made a mental note.

You started grinding your hips against his face feeling the tingles climb up your spine. Harry nodded and kept himself still, letting you decide what felt good. “That’s it, honey, take what you want.” So, you did. Your hands dropped the bottom of the dress that you had been holding, sticking your hands in his hair and pushing his face against you.

“Harry,” Your voice grabbing onto a high pitch noise as your high started to creep up on you. Your head dropped forward as you watched him, his hat that sat on your head dipped forward over your face.

“Go ‘head, honey, come for me.” He his nose rubbed at your clit while his tongue continued fucking into you, making you moan out and pull his curls.

And all of a sudden, you were being pushed over the cliff and your high washed over you. Your legs shook as he lapped up every drop of your arousal like a puppy. You hoped that you weren’t too loud, but you couldn’t help yourself as he began to suck at your clit again.

You yelped and yanked at his hair, shaking your hair, “Too sensitive.”

Harry chuckled as he removed your leg from his shoulder, rising off his knees. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Feel good, baby?”

You hummed and nodded. “Just like jelly.”

“Ready for some more?” He picked you up from your ass and wrapped your legs around his waist, jogging you both to the house, leaving you squealing.

“Harry!”

146 notes · View notes

pinkysgallery · 2 days

Text

🌿💚La Reine de la Forêt💚🌿✨️

🤧I can't handle her beauty🤧💚🌿✨️

Scene... THAT SCENE from Wakfu: COLLISION.

Ready for the translation? If you're in a hurry, you can use a translator till the official is out☕️💕

#wattpad #fanfic #books #pinkyhime #wakfu #yumalia #wakfu amalia #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu collision #wakfu fanart #sketch

37 notes · View notes

yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 2 days

Text

A/N: Remember that one Leon mod where he’s wearing a black crop top? Yeah, I made this imagine about it a long while ago. I’ve finally decided to release it. Enjoy!

(Picture for reference-)

Pairing Leon Kennedy x Reader

——————🚨——————

“Hey, Lee!” I call out into Leon and I’ shared apartment. He puts down whatever he was doing, to poke his head out into the living room, watching me set my bags down on the coffee table. “Hey. I could’ve helped you with the bags.”

“I got it, Lee.” I stand up, with a huff. “And besides, I didn’t want you to see what I got you.” I stalked over to him, putting a hand on his chest, and he pulls me closer to him by my waist.

“You didn’t need to do that, I appreciate it though.” He smiles and I smile back, as he played a kiss to my head, temple, then finally one to my lips. “When can I see it?”

“Now, I just need you to close your eyes.” I reluctantly, remove myself from him embrace, going over the coffee table. “And I need you to promise me something.”

“The gift comes with a promise? Now, I’m questioning, if I really want this gift.” He said, and I laugh.

“I want you to promise me, that you will wear it, on your next mission.” He stands there thinking, about it. He was slightly worried about what’d he be wearing on his next mission.

And little did (Y/N) know, he already was assigned one. Save and rescue the Presidents daughter, Ashley Graham.

He was scared he would look unprofessional considering that he and the President were friends. He didn’t want to squash it, due to looking highly unprofessional on this mission. But Leon was curious, to say the least, and agreed to said promise.

“Good, because I got you, this!” I said, holding up a black crop top, with a small, but prominent ‘v’ on the neck of it. His eyes went wide as he reached out taking it from my hands, to look at it.

“I have to wear this on a mission?” He said, not looking up at me, but at the shirt.

“Yes, your next mission. Now, try it on!”

He looked up at me, as he began to walk to the bathroom to change. It didn’t take long, but once he was done he spent, what felt like hours, looking at himself in the mirror. “Lee, you done in there?”

I ask, but immediately shut my mouth when Leon, opened the bathroom door. Giving me a perfect view of the crop top. “You stare at me like that any longer, you’re going to start drooling.” I blink, a couple times, before backing up letting him walk out of the bathroom.

“Think it’s safe to say, you like this on me.” He flashed a small smirk, wrapping on arm around my torso.

“Maybe, I do. But do you like it?”

“I like the v-neck, just wish it was longer.”

“That’s what she said.” I said, as Leon rolled his eyes.

“You’re so childish.” Leon said walking to the bathroom to take it off.

#wattpad #x reader #fluff #black!reader #black!fem!reader #black!writer #all inclusive #cute imagine #leon kennedy x black!reader #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy crop top #all jokes

44 notes · View notes

myfandomrealitea · 1 day

Note

um, silly qiestion but is there any other way to reverse search images other than using google lens?

You can use websites like TinEye or DNSChecker, which will scour the internet for any instance of an image being uploaded and provide them in chronological order.

However, with these kinds of websites, please read the usage terms carefully. Some websites that offer services like this are very predatory and will hide in their usage terms that by 'uploading' an image to their site you are granting them permission to use it in varying ways.

Its also not as streamlined or time efficient, but often I've managed to find images by searching relevant key terms of descriptors into Google Images. E.g; "Henry Cavill Pink Fanart."

#myfandomrealitea #sephiroth speaks #fandom #reality #fanart #art digital art #plagiarizing #plaigarism #fan art #artists #artist #internet safety #wattpad

27 notes · View notes

byoldervine · 2 days

Note

I've been writing fanfic for a long time, but now I want to write real stories. Do you have any tips?

First off, fanfics absolutely are ‘real stories’ - just because you’re not starting from original grounds doesn’t mean it’s not valid writing. That said, I’ve written plenty of shitty fanfic in my time, so I can definitely help out here

1. The full transition. I once wrote a fic and realised “Hey, if I change a few names here and there, I’d actually have an entirely original story”. Now I’m 73K words and counting into Byoldervine and you’d never guess that it was ever inspired by that specific fandom. You really can just take your fics and tweak them into something original

2. New everything. In fanfic, the world and the characters in it are already pre-established; if you’re reading fanfiction about a piece of media, you’re almost definitely gonna be familiar with said media. You don’t have to introduce new characters or explain the world to us, we already know, so we can just get straight in - but this doesn’t work in original stories, where the reader is new to everything. Remember that you have to do more explaining and add more descriptions in original writing than in fanfic

3. Action-packed. In fanfic, everyone is already emotionally invested in the characters, so slice of life and downtime is much easier to get to without it feeling boring. In an original work, however, the reader needs a balance of high and low tension in order to emotionally connect to the character. Looking into internal conflict (the problems that are going on within your character's mind or within their social circle) vs external conflict (the problems that are directly linked to the plot) can help you with this, but in general you need to balance high tension that shows us the excitement and the suspense and the fun stuff with low tension that shows us why we care about all of it beyond it just being cool

All in all, though, there isn't a huge ton of difference between original and fic writing, as far as I've picked up on. Mostly just cases of more blatant tropes or cliches or something like that, and it's not necessarily a bad thing for those to pop up in original works. Just have fun and put your heart into it like you would with your fics and you can't go wrong

27 notes · View notes

malabamisum · 1 day

Text

MADNESS | Aegon II. Targaryen

pairing: aegon ii targaryen x strong!niece

warnings: mature/explicit angst (!), 18+ (minors dni!), hate, incest, otto c'nt tower, chrispin orange and men too hot to handle. aegon is just a drunken fool (clearly not supporting the shit that is going on in the series).

authors note: hi, i’m clearly new at posting on tumblr. so i’m debatting if i should post my story also here but i don’t know. let me know what you guys think.

wattpad: malabamis

divider by: @cyberbeat

chapter 1

"I fucking hate you," she said looking him in the eyes.

They were so close together that she could see the individual flecks of grey in his purple eyes, she didn't even know he had in the first place. His brows were arched and elegant and even before she could register she traced one of them lightly with her fingertips. He abruptly grabbed her hand. Her eyes flew to his and her skin seemed to burn at his touch.

"Of course you do," and before she even could register he crushed her against him as he brought her mouth to his. He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else.

He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.

[Aegon II Targaryen x fem!oc]

47 notes · View notes

hamadisthings · 16 days

Text

AO3 IS IN TROUBLE IF CALIFORNIAN AGE VERIFICATION LAW PASSES

An upcoming Age verification bill centered in California will be voted on Monday-- And as always,instead of actually protecting kids, it will lead to more online censorship and privacy risks, as it will force websites hosting to verify their users age by sending their ID, your browser history would be linked to it. if you live California, call your reps and tell them to oppose the bill AB3080 as it highly unconstitutional.

They also deem LGBT content harmful to minors, as well as mentions of weapons and tobacco, putting them on the same level as NSFW content.

Since AO3 headquarters reside in California, much like Reddit, Twitter,Discord and Youtube (and others) who knows how bad the effects would be. Instead of just effecting Californians (even then its concerning.) the effects would be US or even worldwide. VPNs wont help.

Please take actions here (a script is included to help you) https://www.defendonlineprivacy.com/ca/action.php

Find your rep here https://findyourrep.legislature.ca.gov/

You can also send faxes using this https://faxzero.com/

If you don't live in California, please talk about this,tag your friends and urge others to take actions, make posts and tweets using the hashtags AB3080 and NoOnAB3080

More info HERE

Edit: Lots of this information is outdated for a more recent post click here.

Voting has been delaying until Monday May 13th 2024

#ao3 #OTW #archive of our own #california #wattpad #ao3 news #ab3080 #lgbtq #bad internet bills #noonab3080 #politics #stop kosa #kosa

24K notes · View notes

not-mary-sue · 29 days

Text

Alright, to ao3's soon to be arriving Wattpad Refugees, a basic guide to general user culture:

1.) Unlike Wattpads vote system that let's you like each chapter, the ao3 equivalent kudos only allows one per work. Everyone is generally quietly annoyed about this. To engage with each chapter, you're heavily encouraged to comment. Trust me, it makes people's day.

2.) Ao3 has no algorithm. By default it's latest updated work first. You can find things to your taste through searches, filters and tags.

3.) 'No archive warnings apply' and 'user has chosen not to use archive warnings' mean two very different things. No archives warnings means the work is free from any content that could require a warning tag (character death, graphic depictions of violence, non-con, etc). User has chosen not to use archive warnings means it could contain any of the warning content, be it hasn't been explicitly tagged. Treat it like an allergen. No archive warnings apply is allergen free. User has chosen not to use archive warnings, may contain traces or whole chunks of the allergen. If you're likely to have a bad reaction, maybe don't take the risk.

4.) Speaking of warnings, ao3 has very few restrictions on the type of work that's allowed. Whatever your personal thoughts or feelings on that are, thats how the site is. You're likely to run across some dark subject matters and a lot of people are uncomfortable with reading that. You're well within your rights not like these works and have your opinion on whether they should be allowed, but harassing the authors of such works (or any works) is more likely to come back on you than them. Ao3 operates on a strong policy of 'don't like, don't read'. Use the tagging system to your full advantage to only engage with the kind of works you want to see.

We look forward to welcoming you all and seeing the fantastic works you create. Happy writing!

#wattpad #wattpad purge #ao3 #archive of our own #fan fiction #fandom #fandom culture

29K notes · View notes

innerenigma · 2 months

Text

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

27K notes · View notes

k9effect · 2 months

Text

Reblog for a larger sample size!

No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

#sam polls #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #writing #authors #writblr #fanficblr #wattpad #quotev #live journal #fanfic.net

19K notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

askerrorsans-s2

Ask Error!Sans ( Season two )

sillywitchfun

无标题

yunaevis

when I hear you calling me,

alexpilled

elletheclover

;-;