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AO3 Etiquette

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

Kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished - you kudos.

If you liked it, you should comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it. Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity. Don't ruin that for them.

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLANTONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an implicit rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Avoid deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - orphan it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to you anymore.

This is a creative fanfiction archive. No essays on your insights or theories please. There are other places for that.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

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Johan Theorin: Sankta Psyko

Johan Henrik Theorin (* September 3, 1963, Gothenburg) is a Swedish writer. Throughout his life, Johan Theorin was a frequent and regular visitor to the Baltic island of Öland, where he also located his books. His mother's family lived here for centuries and was engaged in fishing and farming, many of whom were also sailors. Thanks to this, he was heavily influenced by the local environment and local folklore. Currently, he lives in Gothenburg and works as a journalist.

Jan Hauger, a twenty-nine-year-old teacher, is coming to work in a kindergarten in a larger city on the west coast of Sweden. But the Gläntan is not a normal kindergarten - it is adjacent to the St. Patrick's Psychiatric Clinic, which is called Saint Psycho, where psychologically disturbed perpetrators of violent crimes are interned. Among them are the parents of children from Gläntan. The purpose of the children in the kindergarden is to allow their parents to be contacted. One of Jan's responsibilities is to escort children through the underground tunnel that connects the kindergarden and the clinic. Jan is a capable teacher, who, however has a lot of secrets - for example, why he wants so much to work in the Gläntan or what happened a few years ago when he went with a group of children from a kindergarten where he worked before for a walk in the forest and one of them was missing when he returned.

I have read some of Johan Theorin's crime-fiction novels and I like them, mainly because this writer is truly a master of atmosphere. His crimes are tightly plotted, his characters credible,and his sense of place is perfectly executed. In this one, The Asylum, that lovely gothic, creepy atmosphere is there - but to be quite honest, I'd have to say that it's my least favorite work by this author. It starts out with all the right elements: a mental hospital that also houses the criminally insane as well as an experimental kindergarden for children whose family members are patients there, a young man looking to reconnect with a piece of his past, and a sense of dread that fills the reader with instant tension that rarely lets up.

But by the time I finished, I was actually disappointed. It was about 415 pages thick book and when I was at page number 401 something finally started to happen. But after the 14 pages at the end I was like: “WHAT? That’s it? I had to read through 401 pages of almost nothig just to get this?” Please don’t get me wrong, some passages were really well written, but it was mostly about jumping from past to present and to even further past. It looked so good, when I first opened it. And I don’t know about others languages, but to my main language I would say it could be better translated. For example right the title doesn’t make much sense. The original name is Sankta Psyko - Saint Psycho in english right? That’s good. It’s almost the same. But here it’s called Hideout (or something in that manner). And that has nothing to do with the plot of the story. It’s not about hiding or anything like that.

Arrgh! One of my favorite authors tries something new and it just didn't work for me. However, the getting there was the best part - my stomach was tied in knots for much of the reading time from the suspense, especially Jan's attempts to get into the hospital - up until the last few chapters which were a complete letdown - too pat, not realistic and frankly, not befitting the quality of this author's other work.

Reblog for the skeleton!! 😄🤟

October can’t come soon enough

So... I would like to introduce you one of the most important characters in this story.

This is Eunis. She is 15 years old elf girl. As a small she was found in the woods. No one knows practically anything about her. Including her.

She has long brown hair tied up in braid. Because of her strange look, others don´t like her much. She has blue eyes and dress. She also love this color.

Her personality is very friendly and kind, but if you make her angry, you better run. She is also smart. She hates lying and she is really scared of highs. She can pretty well read others and she knows when you are lying or hiding something. She has pretty good knowledge in medicine. She also know how to communicate and work with animals.

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 12.

Drama incoming  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was the same house from which flew the strange thing. And what was it? She looked toward Selim. Still lying on the ground. Probably he was unconscious. Next to him was a large metal bowl. It looked heavy and solidly. She hoped it didn´t break his legs. Then she turned her gaze to the strange shadow behind the house. Figure began to appear from the dark corners of the house and with a graceful step approached the motionless body. It was also werecat. Well, werecat lady. She had dark tabby fur that glistened in the sun. Her black hair hung to her shoulders. She stopped a few steps behind Selim. Bright green eyes studied him. As if it was an unknown creature that she had never seen before. After a moment she straightened and folded her hands on her hips.

„Well, well, little brother.“ she said finally. „Hope you didn´t get hurt?“ Her voice was pleasant, but the tone was literally dripping with sarcasm and superiority. Selim´s ears twitched. He lifted a little bit. In his head it was buzzing as in a hive. He supported himself by one hand and with the second he was rubbing the top of his head to dispel the pain that had throbbed sharply. He looked ahead. His sight was blurry and everything revolved around him.

´I guess I hit a rock.´ He felt, like to his hand, which he rubbed his head, clung warm blood. He slowly stood up and turned to the werecat lady that majestically towered over him. Compared to her Selim looked small and helpless. Selim wanted to straighten to equalize the height difference, but he was so out of the balance that he had to crouch down to avoid falling. He shook his head in an attempt to correct distortion of the senses. Later he found out that it was a mistake. He had seen even worse and surroundings rippled faster. Fortunately, he was so conscious that he could think rationally. He slowly looked around. He found nothing that would help him. His eyes settled on werecat lady in front of him. She stood still and watched Selim in amusement. He tried to focus on her but everything was still blurred. He couldn´t recognize her. The shape of the face, her features. Her voice was familiar, but he heard her only briefly. And because of the buzzing he didn´t catch a lot of it. All the thinking started to give him a headache. He turned his gaze to the ground. He needed a dull background, so he won´t wobble so much. In a corner of his eye he noticed a small beige spot a little bit on the left from the werecat lady. For a while he looked puzzled, but then he realized.

´This is my bundle, which I packed. I had to drop it. She probably hasn´t noticed. If I´ll be fast, I can pick it up before she did, and then disappear. I can handle it.´

But as soon as he made a step, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

„Shucks.” he cursed quietly. ´So that went wrong.´ An acerbic laugh split the air. Werecat lady walked slowly to the small bundle. Selim wanted to stop her, shout at her, get up and take his bundle. But nothing worked. His body didn´t want to listen. He tried to get up, when she stopped again in front of him.

´If I straighten, I´ll just fall. For now I have to stay down.´ He realized. So he stood at four. He straddles a little more to maintain better stability. When he looked up, she waved the bundle in front of his snout. Selim wanted to reach out and grab it from her, but as soon as he raised his hand, he staggered. So he quickly dropped it down to keep from falling.

´There has been enough of those falls.´ He said to himself. The werecat lady laughed again.

„You're really hilarious, Selim, I must admit. You'd be an excellent jester.“ These two sentences were enough. He knew with whom he was dealing. He forced himself to words.

„Give me that, Lal!“ He wanted to shout, but it was barely audible.

“Sorry, I didn´t hear it. Did you say something?“ she said innocently. He felt an incredible rage. On the humiliation he was used, it would not bother him. But why she goes so far to cripple him? He had also got hit from her, but it's never been so serious. He hadn´t done anything wrong, had he?

„Give me that, Lal!“ Now his voice was carried through the village.

„Come on. This is not how you talk with your sister.“ she said disappointedly.

Eunis startled covered her mouth. Arian was also taken aback. ´A sister? Seriously now she said she is his sister? So, why she is hurting him?´

Lal spoke again.

„If you really want it so much, come and get it.“ Selim knew he had no choice. He really needed his things and she knew it. Without maps he would get lost, without a compass he wouldn´t find the right direction. Carefully he straightened. When he stood firmly on the ground, he clenched his fists and prepared to fight. Again that her laughter.

„So you want to fight?“ she said in amusement. „You know you can´t hit a girl.“ she said gently, almost in maternal tone. When she saw that her words had no effect to him, she dropped the bundle on the ground and a came few steps closer. Her hands were loosely at your sides.

„Do as you think.“ she said softly.

Selim was terribly annoyed by her feeling of untouchability, that literally emanated from Lal. He wanted to grab that feeling from her. Scatter her that she would be surprised that she would be confused and don´t know what to do next. That he might be the one who has the upper hand. He extended his hand. He wanted to hit her with his fist. He almost succeeded, if hadn´t been so out of the balance. He was outweighed. He missed. She didn´t even need to dodge. She used the moment when he was bewildered and slapped him. She slashed him in the left side of his face. Selim stepped back, startled. He automatically covered his injured face. From beneath his fingers he felt warm blood.

´Shucks! He scolded himself. ´Shucks, shucks, shucks. You moron! Look to pull yourself together!´ Lal still stood there and stared at her red-colored claws. As if she hasn´t seen the blood before. On her face was created a spiteful smile.

„See? I told you this is not how you talk to your sister.” she said in a surprisingly deep and calm voice. „I guess I'll have to give a lesson in manners.”

Selim began to slowly back away. Startled, he looked at her, his hand still covering wounds. He didn´t like it. Not at all, he didn´t like it. He had a bad feeling.

´This won´t end well. I gotta get out, and fast.´ He turned around and wanted to run, but his legs were trembling. Before he knew it, he was lying on his stomach and on his shoulders he felt her weight. She sat on his back and hesitates what she would do with him. Selim, meanwhile, tried to figure out a way to get out of it. Until she sat on him, he couldn´t really move. He must force her to stand. But how? He tried to rewind to the side. Maybe he would manage to throw her off. It was a futile effort. Lal completely pinned him to the ground and Selim was already exhausted. He felt his hands shaking. The surroundings were no longer revolving, but it was still blurry. Suddenly, a dull ache went through his head. Lal hit him in the back of the head. And then again. And again. Selim heavily clenched his teeth to keep from screaming. He won´t make her the joy to hear him scream. At least this not. The surroundings before his eyes began to darken. Pounding has stopped. Lal stopped. She slowly stood up. Selim could finally breathe properly. Sharply she turned him and nearly took his breath away. She grabbed him by the collar of his vest and held him in front of her eyes.

„So. Now you hopefully learned how to behave towards older siblings. Brother.“ she added virulently. Selim didn´t perceive. He knew that she was saying something, but he didn´t understand her. He was tired and wanted to sleep. Lal's grip loosened and Selim slumped to the ground. Last time she looked at him, then turned and walked away.

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This guy here is Arian. He is 17 years old elf. He lost his parents in very young age and he has no sibling. He grew up in this village and he was raised by local headman.

He has emerald eyes and short blond hair. His usual clothes are a shirt with collar and pants. He is very known in their village and has a lot of friends. He trains really hard, he wants to become the next headman. He is a great swordsman and swipes with a sword like skilled warrior, although he didn´t experienced much real battles before.

Most of time he is really kind and friendly. He likes jokes and fun, but he can be very serious if necessary. He loves books, thanks them he know a lot of things. He also has a great sense of orientation. He never get lost. His memory is almost photogenic. Every his action is well thought out.

I know that I can´t draw people so they would look like people... I am more on animals... Sorry for that, hope you understand  :D

Remember my post about the creepy bruno smile Headcanon?

Well!! I’m super super happy you guys wanna see it as a ficlet or a mini-story!!

I’m not much of a writer though (yet) but I decided my call to action would be better suited visually so!! Here !!

My winter’s break over starting tomorrow, so I’m not super certain how posts will go, but thank you guys so much for your incredible support!!