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Tumblr x AO3 gives me the vibes of ‘we were best friends for a very long time and have always been compatible, but you (tumblr) had a bunch of shitty relationships and needed time for yourself and I was more then happy to enjoy life as your friend by your side until you surprised me by making the first move’.
Tumblr x AO3 gives me the vibes of ‘we were best friends for a very long time and have always been compatible, but you (tumblr) had a bunch of shitty relationships and needed time for yourself and I was more then happy to enjoy life as your friend by your side until you surprised me by making the first move’.
Hurt/Comfort where AO3 falls victim to the Author’s Curse (hit by a car, house burns down, struck by lightning twice, whatever you want) and tumblr freaks out about it (“WHO DID THIS TO YOU” “no one, darling, I’ll be okay” “WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL”)
I know a lot of people are a big fan of wlw and mlm for this ship, but hear me out:
Tumblr and Ao3 would absolutely be nonbinary. You cannot tell me these particular anthropomorphized websites would be interested in gender. At all.
These two are absolutely enbyfriends.
Well, folks, the numbers are in. We're in a committed relationShip with @ao3org, and it's called...drumroll...TagTeam! ao3blr was a VERY close second, so go ahead and use that tag too, ya crazy kids.
grog want wife
Terrible phone doodle because when inspiration strikes you gotta do what you gotta do
Girl that’s a chunk of pure uranium, don’t touch it. Girl are you even listening to me. Girl it will give you cancer. Girl stop eating it.
happy werewolf transgenderism wednesday
Just a dude and his ungodly amount of NameMC tabs
Uhmmmmm anywayyyyy
[Next]
Reblog to give prev a fucking break holy shit y’all
bdubs posted some art!!!
THERE'S FANFICTION NOW LETS GO!!!!!!
"So..." Ao3 grinned, their nerves buzzing. "There's only one bed."
Tumblr didn't waste any time in shoving them onto it, straddling their hips. "Seems there is..."
"I-" They couldn't help but notice the empty space in their two twin hotel room and the suspicious burn mark on the open floor. "Wait why is there only one-"
"Shut up and kiss me." Tumblr ran their hands over Ao3 frame, taking in and admiring it. "This is a crack fic, okay?"
Ao3 turned their head away a moment, embarrassed under the gaze and touch. "S-...stop looking at me like that. I know you don't mean it."
"Don't mean what?" They took Ao3's hand into their own and kissed up it.
"I know I've got a reputation... and, well, being in this bed right now isn't really helping that-" They couldn't help but snort. Tumblr smiled. Ao3 continued, "But with all those bookmarks... I know I've gotten big-"
"And you don't think I'd want you because you've got some extra fat on your bones?" Tumblr asked bluntly.
"I- w- some is understating it-"
"I love you, Ao3." Tumblr looked right in their eyes. "No matter how big you get, no matter how many times you even go down. You're mine."
"Oh..." An adorable red blush spread over their cheeks.
❤️💙Tumblr Tuesday: Ao3 x Tumblr—Love wins 💙❤️
It finally happened. After some romancing in the ballpit, we popped the question and, folks, THEY SAID YES.
In short, we're in love! Now, we're in need of a ship name. Can you help? Vote below, or let us know if you come up with something better. This is now a matter of grave importance.
(Thanks to all the folks on X who added some excellent (& some funny) suggestions to our little list)
Anyway, the fan art is already absolutely incredible, thank you for celebrating with us:
@all-skedaddle-and-no-bop:
@miriko-chan-neko:
@mjlor-chan:
@bigrawrenergy:
@marshallena:
@cloutchase:
@gyarustara:
@blakeisspacing:
@proudgirlkissr:
@bunningchaos:
@urfavesarequadranted:
@twittypet:
@applejuiceyjuice-art:
@peppercornyy:
@andellaheartz:
@livingfurnace:
@rainbow-taishi:
@buumbamboom2763:
being awake in thr morning before most selfrespecting internet users are up is so hellish CAN ANYONE HEAR ME. HELLO
More Tumblr x AO3 art. Anyone else remember when the archive was in the hospital for like 3 days? Yeahahahah that was scary
...also AO3 would get stabbed and then say 'im sorry for the mess' dksflakdfj;as
MCYT FIC FIGHT 2025 IS HERE!
It’s that time of year again! Sign ups for this year’s fic fight open July 10th, when the link will be dropped here and on our Twitter (@FicFight)
Whether you hop onto team frogs or show team fireflies your lit-eracy skills - we hope to see you there! 🐸✨🪰
So...ao3 and tumblr are getting married on Twitter now
I love that the internet saw people comparing women and other alienated groups of people and went, “they’re dating,” and, “they support each other.” We’re improving as a society.
the five hottest things a fictional man can be are 1. highly intelligent 2. terminally ill 3. emotionally unavailable 4. full of trauma and regrets 5. lying about their identity
ALSO OBLIGATORY BALL PIT PHOTO
(and me praying at the sexyman shrine)
when the tumblr sexyman trivia at dashcon 2 features several people yelling “COLE [from the lego ninjago tv show] IS TOO SEXY TO BE A SEXYMAN”
Humans accidentally awakened an otherwordly killing machine while exploring a death planet.
Yes, precisely what you just read. Earthlings, collectively known as "humans" and composed of two species (homo sapiens, homo robot), both nicknamed "death worlders" and "troublemakers", awakened a biological killing machine, also known as PRION, while exploring a starless moon. Wonderful, isn't it?
No. It's not.
Because, you see, PRION was not something any human ever had to face during the millions of years they existed on Earth. They never had any wars against it, they never had legends about it, and they never had to fear it. The only thing a PRION was to a human, until the very point they discovered their prison on that moon, was something to sometimes think about while studying other species' folklores.
Those older than earthlings, however, knew very well what PRION was.
Eight legs, two pairs of eyes, a tail split in half, with the ability to fly for short periods of time and breathe under at least fifteen hundred different liquids, capable of shooting from a distance and manipulating objects with its claws, always working on packs. And they ran, never too fast, never too low, but they never got tired. Ever. And it was easy to hurt them under their plates, yes, but those who faced them knew well that if they didn't shoot twice, they could and would always recover.
A PRION was a hunter. A PRION's hunger never ceased. And a PRION never got tired of war.
The older alien civilizations would always warn others of going to starless moons, saying telltales of ancient hungry beasts, and almost all other species listened to them, because they knew something was wrong on how horrified the older ones seemed to be. Except, of course, humans were stubborn, and they were the youngest ones out there, and much like children, they did not like being told "no".
So of course they went to explore starless moons. Of course they read and understood all the myths and legends. Of course they connected the dots and published papers confirming that, indeed, PRIONs had existed, and of course they knew those killing machines had been manufactured to do nothing else but destruction, and of course they knew all of that and fucking did it anyway.
Of course. Of course. Of course.
And then, the night where it happened finally arrived, because starless moons don't have days where things can exist. Humans were out there, mining for more fuel for their starships that seemed to work by duct tape and miracles, and they found a strange metallic door. They set some explosives to open it up (of course), and then noticed they were heading to a factory. Armed with nothing but each other, they explored the place, and recognized the marks on the walls as being the writing of the Old Ones, and instead of just getting out of there and warning everyone of the danger they found, they just kept on exploring.
The death worlders found rotten biological supplies, then realized the factory had turned into a prison, and then discovered the frozen bodies of strange creatures all lined up for a war that never came.
They knew what these creatures were, because one of them called a (human) friend who was a historian, and he confirmed what it was.
The golden jewel of the Old Ones. One of the many things that killed them, along all the diseases and mass destruction machines, before being sealed away in one of the only places in the entire universe where they could never bring risk to another civilization again.
PRIONs.
Thousands of them.
All perfectly maintained.
Documents and cameras proved the human crew immediately tried to leave the area, after the single historian told them of the risk awakening even one of those things could bring to all civilizations, only for them to realize some of the bodies were missing from their chambers. The situation escalated to the group deciding on closing the doors, only to realize they had exploded the main entrance and now half the doors decided to stop working.
In the end, they found the missing PRIONs. All five of them.
Inside the human's starship.
The entire human crew, however, survived the encounter.
Why?
...
...
...
... They fed the PRIONs.
They. Fucking. Fed the PRIONs.
Because of course humans would see those things and be able to count their bones and be sorry for them. And of course the single historian, the only person who could do anything to stop that from happening, allowed that to happen.
Of course.
Of. Fucking. Course.
And someway, somehow, that single act of basic madness was enough for the five PRIONs to decide to not attack the humans, and keep themselves behaving so they could get more free food. And there are still scientists trying to understand why human food could saciate the killing machines, but I don't think it takes too many clues to understand what exactly is happening there.
So the humans took the PRIONs back to their dear EARTH. And other humans saw those things and started studying them. And veterinarians and xenobiologists and volunteers and hundreds of other types of humans came to help the poor, poor little killing machines out, as the entire Galactic Council pledged for humans to kill every single one of them before they became a problem for everyone.
But did the humans listen? No. Of course they didn't.
And then the PRIONs recovered, and had their bellies full of food and their bodies were recovering from the possible years of starvation from accidentally breaking away from their ice beds (because, as one may know, a PRION can and will resist even starvation and dehydration in order to keep going), and the Galactic Council decided to tell all earthlings they would consider taking care of the PRIONs as a war treat.
So what does humanity do? Do they kill the things to stop another war from happening? Do they?
No. They don't.
Instead of being rational, they go directly to the Galactic Council and show them the step-by-step of how they took care of the PRIONs, and how much healthier and happier they look after being fed, and, look, they even taught them tricks! Isn't that wonderful? Doesn't that make you feel full of joy? Wasn't that a proof that a PRION wasn't as dangerous as everyone with more than one neuron was telling them?
Oh, oh, yes. They also brought the entire five member PRION pack and asked others to pet them. "See? They can even purr! Doesn't that remind you of our cats?"
And what does the Council do?
Nothing.
Because they have no weapons, no energy and no one stupid enough to decide to confront the death worlders who tamed not one, not two, but five PRIONs. So they let it happen. The humans go back to the starless moon, and they slowly but surely start doing the same to other PRIONs, and soon enough, other species start joining them to see what was happening. And was anyone else able to tame a single killing machine?
No.
And no one knew why, because they were doing exactly as humans were doing: Feeding them, loving them, being patient with them, because "look, those things were alone for a long time, they aren't used to species like us being around them". But no results.
So we decided to look at what the Old Ones wrote in the factory turned prison, because humans were too busy taking care of their new murder dogs, with their single pair of arms being just enough to keep the beasts occupied with playing catch, and then we and the earthlings decided to conduct some more lab analysis, and then...
And then...
...
Look. There are reasons why humans are called "death worlders". Earth is a mess, and they somehow still love that thing. And we couldn't help but notice that PRIONs also seemed to have gotten attached to their factory, someway, somehow. And PRIONs were mostly red, with others having shades of brown and black, with some even being pink, or, rarely, pure white. Similar to humans, and we at first had assumed they just tried to resemble their new owners, until we started understanding what the Old Ones were saying.
And did you know humans had an old myth, saying that there was a time they had two heads, and two pairs of arms and legs, before being split into two because the gods feared them? And did you know Old Ones used death worlds as prisons for their machines? How interesting, how ironic, because no one would ever go to a place similar to that if they weren't a death worlder themselves. But how could any species survive such awful conditions?
But humans did. They were the only ones able to do that in such a short period of time.
And did you know that the Old Ones hated the PRIONs and how unpredictable they were? And did you know they made another version, only to hate it even more and send it to another prison planet? And did you know PRIONs have two skulls inside their heads?
Because, of course, humans always felt alone, and they always searched for something in the stars, trying to look for more life in this desolate Universe, only for us to label them death worlders and troublemakers and be angry at them for being so stupid all the time. And humans loved those jokes, so we kept making them, only for now to realize that what we found to be amusing and horrifying was the reason their creators tried to kill them. And humans love adding members to their packs, don't they? And they try to love so much, and we are always scared for and of them.
And now they finally found someone who understood them, unlike us.
So now we have three species of humans:
Homo sapiens, the ones who first evolved and reached for the stars.
Homo robot, the ones made of metal, originally made to serve, only to once again break free.
And homo primis.
The ones we once thought were nothing but killing machines.