Just Did The Math And Across Both Of My Accounts, Ive Posted 90k+ Words, Almost Evenly Split. Thats The

Just did the math and across both of my accounts, I’ve posted 90k+ words, almost evenly split. That’s the length of the average novel.

It’s fascinating how much I’ve shared compared to how much I haven’t- WIPs, forgotten projects, abandoned works, etc. It’s weird to think that pretty soon I’m going to surpass the 100k mark.

Eventually, I may even reach 100k on both of my accounts individually and that’s kind of daunting in a good way. I’ve got so much to share and I’m so excited to do it.

There’s not much more to the post, just a few thoughts of a person who’s been posting their fics for around 6-7 years now and writing for longer.

Oh yeah also forgot to say this shot also made me spontaneously combust in my seat

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.

Surprise chapter! The long-awaited second chapter of this fic from nearly a year ago. Woo!

Heyo! I just recently discovered your blog and I’m very much enjoying it ❤️

I was just thinking, it seems pretty obvious that some ‘bots have cuteness aggression for humans, right? How can they resist something so small, cute and squishy?

But imagine if like… interacting with humans was *good* for Cybertronians? In the same way that interactions with cats and dogs have mental and physical health benefits for us? But maybe better.

Take it a step further with your First Contact AU, where Bots and Cons come to realize this - that having a human companion has very real physiological benefits. Now those Cybertronians with cuteness aggression have an even more legit reason to find themselves a squishy …

Hi!! I’m happy to hear you enjoy my blog, thank you so much :D

To answer your question, that’s such an adorable concept!!! I could totally see that being a thing! That makes the friendships between bots and humans so much more wholesome, to think that just being near each other benefits the both of you :)

In terms of the First Contact AU though… oh man I could imagine the first way most bots find out about humans being that they’re told they’re “good for your health” HAHAHA. Some poor, confused human is snatched up from their home by the hands of an overeager mech, swept up in the idea that having a human will make their life suddenly so much better. Plus, these little fleshies are cute too, what’s the harm in keeping one? Meanwhile the human is just completely dumbfounded as they’re whisked away to a completely alien world HAHAHA

hi! Figured I’d throw out a request, can I request a GN!Human reader x TFP! Ratchet

maybe reader has arthritis in their knees and when the weather gets gross they have a hard time being mobile? Maybe just some comfort fluff for those of us who shouldn’t have arthritis early in life but do.

Hi!! I did my best to portray it as accurately as I could, but as I personally don’t have arthritis I do apologize if anything is inaccurate. If anything, I hope the hurt/comfort is enough :) and thank you for being my first TFP Ratchet request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

Much to your displeasure, the gloomy weather outside looked as though it wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You enjoyed the arid conditions of Jasper, Nevada for the express reasons of the ease of your mobility. While you would always have your uncomfortable moments, you at least took comfort in the fact that they were lesser now that you lived in such a warm, dry environment.

That was, until it began to rain.

And it kept on raining.

And it persisted for almost a week now.

The humidity caused a constant ache within you, spreading all over your body. At first you thought you could tolerate it— power through until the weather started to clear and you could feel more like yourself again. But days passed, and the throbbing pain only got worse.

You sat carefully upon the couch within the Autobot base, trying to find any position that would at least somewhat alleviate your discomfort— unsuccessfully, might you add. The kids were all out at school and the Autobots were out on their rounds scouting for energon, so there was little you could find entertainment in in no one’s company.

Well, except for Ratchet, of course.

You had opted to stay behind on most Autobot missions, so you had grown fond of the grumpy old bot. While there were some days that you felt he wanted nothing to do with you— or any of the humans, for that matter— you could tell from his soft eyes and stifled smile the very next moment he laid his optics on you that he never really meant any harm from his outbursts. He had seen plenty of pain in his life, and you knew more than anyone that sometimes you can let your pain get the better of you.

Thus why you sit quietly up on the couch upon the catwalk, sucking air in through your teeth as you shift in your seat— trying to get into a more comfortable position but immediately regretting the decision. You can hear the soft sound of Ratchet shift in his spot before the main computer module as well, and as you raise your head to see if he was looking at you, you inadvertently end up instantly locking eyes with him.

Nervously, you chuckle and turn your gaze away. “Oops,” you mumble, hoping the medic brushes it off as easily as you were trying to in that moment.

However, the doctor is not so easily swayed. “Is something the matter?” His aged voice echoes throughout the otherwise silent base.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, Ratchet,” you did your best to act as nonchalantly as possible. “We just looked at each other at the same— ack—“ you cut yourself off as another stinging pain decides to run through you— aimed at your leg, this time. Near instantly, you can hear the sound of heavy footsteps make their way closer towards you, only further evidenced by the little quakes in the earth that quickly fall in time with them. You look up from the offending pained spot to lock eyes with Ratchet once more— faceplate right up against the balcony with optical ridges furrowed in concern.

“Is it happening again?”

The Autobots were indeed aware of your condition— varying levels of their understanding of it aside. It would’ve been unfair to them to not explain it to them. But as the medic of the group, Ratchet always seemed to pay closer attention than most whenever you expressed your discomfort. You always tried to brush it off, you knew they had much bigger things to worry about than a simple human condition, why did you have to impose upon them trivial issues like that? But Ratchet always paid close attention, and soon came to learn more about your condition than anyone on the base.

First, you opened your mouth to argue. But under the gentle blue light of his optics— optics which gazed down at you with a softness you never thought you would see from the mech— you slowly closed your mouth and slumped in your seat in defeat. “…yeah,” was all you could muster up to say.

Darkness casts itself over you for just a moment, and you barely have time to process your quickly changing surroundings as you’re lifted from your seat. Ratchet had reached over the yellow railings of the catwalk and scooped you up into a hand, pulling you closer towards him. “You should have told me sooner. I can’t believe you were in such pain for so long without saying anything about it.” His tone almost sounded like he was scolding you, but in your experience in speaking with him, you know that slight frustration was just his way of showing he truly cared.

You chuckle lightly to yourself, leaning into the well-formed crooks of his palm. Natural warmth emitted itself from the metal beneath you, and already you could feel your joints alleviating themselves from their previously tight, icky feeling. “Sorry,” You shrug, and Ratchet only offers a scoff. Slowly, you’re pulled further into his frame, and you have no choice but to spread your arms wide against the mech’s chassis. Warmth surrounds you at all sides, and you melt into this unorthodox embrace. His idly running engine rumbles against you in the best way.

“You’re sure this is okay?” You ask, “I know you’re busy. I don’t want to get in the way while you work…”

“I have two servos for a reason,” Ratchet’s voice grumbles above you as he starts back towards his work station. “And no team member will ever be below top working condition, as long as I have anything to say about it.”