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comfort-charrie-berry · 2 years

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I Owe You. Chapter 2: One thing off the list

If anyone would like to be tagged when I post chapters please let me know! I know I mostly post Encanto stuff and I don't wanna clog your feed so if you want just this fic, I can tag you! I have like 3/4 written chapters still. But I'll hopefully write more if time and creative energy allows!

Word count: 881

Trigger warnings: Food, Taylor flipping the universe off because...he's Taylor.

“Sleeping on me again ma’am?”

I opened my eyes and looked up. There stood Taylor. And the clock on the wall behind him made me realize it had been hours.

“You’re finally here.” I teased, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

He nodded quickly. “Yep and I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Let’s go.”

I got up and stretched, sleeping in the waiting room of a huge medical facility wasn’t the most comfortable.

Taylor gestured for me to move faster and I obeyed. We got out the door and then he stopped. His eyes widened and he breathed in the fresh night air.

“Oh my gosh. I missed this.” The choir of crickets chirped all around us. Taylor stood there a moment, taking everything in. Then he looked at me. “Oh wait. Where are we going to go? I mean, what is the plan?”

I laughed and shook my head, gesturing for him to follow me. We walked through the parking lot to my car. I opened the drivers door to get in and he got in on a passengers side.

“Are you sure you can drive? You were just out cold.”

“Well you certainly can’t, you came down in a space ship today.”

He buckled his seatbelt. “Touché.”

I pulled out of the Nasa parking lot and started down the highway.

“Ha! See ya later losers! Have fun ever finding an astronaut as good as me!” He yelled out the window, laughing and holding up the middle finger.

I would’ve told him to shut up, but it was three in the morning. Barely anyone was on the roads.

Plus, he earned that.

Taylor rolled up the window and sat back in the seat, smiling and breathing in the earth’s clean air.

I glanced over at him and felt my chest warm up.

He’s home. He’s okay.

“Can we get burgers?” He asked.

“Taylor, I’ll get you anything you want. And if that’s burgers at three AM, so be it.”

I turned into an exit off the highway towards the nearest Burger King.

“What do you want?” I said as we pulled up.

“4 Whoppers and two fries. And a milkshake.”

I laughed and rolled down the window.

The mechanic voice of a very bored server came through the speaker. “Hello and welcome to Burger King. My name is Liz. May I take your order?”

I leaned a little out of my window and responded. “Yes, can I please have four Whoppers, two large fries and a chocolate milkshake?”

“Will that be all?”

I turned to Taylor. He nodded.

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you.”

“Your total is $11.35. Come up to the first window.”

I drove up and got the food.

Taylor practically ripped open the bag to get to the food, shoving several fries in his mouth as he ripped open the paper wrapped around one of the whoppers.

I went back on the highway and stayed silent as he ate.

“Wait. Are you hungry?” He asked in-between bites.

I ignored my empty stomach and the heavenly scent of the food and responded. “No.”

“But, you waited for me for hours. And knowing you I’m guessing you didn’t go get food while you waited.”

I forced a laugh. “I’m fine.” Then my stomach growled.

We went silent.

“Okay that’s it.” He whispered shuffling through the bag. “Pull over.”

“I can’t pull over it’s a highway!”

“Yes you can! Plus, there’s like no one out here anyway. Just pull over!”

I groaned and did as he said.

The night was still and a few cars past. I put on the parking break and faced him. “What?”

He offered me a burger.

I shook my head. “No! Taylor! I can’t take your food! You’ve been in space for over a year! I’ve just been hungry for several hours! You need it more than I do.”

He held it closer to me. “You do need it though. And you waited for me all day. Please just take it. Then I’ll be able to cross one single thing off my list of things I owe you. I have another one of these still. We can both have one. And here, take some fries too.”

I gave him a look but gave in and took the burger. I unwrapped it and took a few bites. It was absolutely amazing.

“Here.” He said, his mouth full. I looked over and saw him holding out the package of fries. I took a few. “Thanks.”

He nodded and we ate in silence for a few minutes.

Taylor then looked up at the sky. “Is it bad that, I really hate looking at the night sky now? Like any one of those stars could be the forsaken planet I was stuck on.”

I swallowed a bite of food and looked up. “No. I think it’s extremely normal for you to feel that way. But the best thing to remember is that you’re okay now. You’re not up there.” I looked at him. “You’re down here.”

He felt my gaze on him and looked at me a moment. Then he looked down. “Yeah. I suppose you’re right. Where are we going?”

I finished my food and started the car, pulling back onto the highway.

“Home.”

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chaoticneutralwriter · 3 years

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The Storm

And it all comes crashing down.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, angst, romance, fluff, slow-burn

word count: 4.2k

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of The Calm

Warning: uhh...very mild violence and blood?? LOL

A/N: okay woww....it’s uhhh IT’S BEEN A WHILE. And honestly, it has been a mixture of....quarantine burnout (is that a thing?? idk this quarantine kinda hit different), wrestling with scene placement, writer’s block, re-writing chunks of stuff, being indecisive about where to end the chapter (ngl i had some pretty killer cliffys LOLL) i am SO sorry it took so long!! 😫 (the value in having an ✨outline✨) i know i might sound like a broken record, but i cannot stress enough of how thankful i am to your patience and love for this story!! 💜💜💜💜 i hope you enjoy this chapter in spite of how short it is 😭😭😭😭

(Also yes, that scene is 100% inspired by that gif even though i had already planned for it to happen; the gif helped me paint a better picture 🥰)

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The chase more or less ends with Jimin hauling you up over his shoulder, only to dump you into the shower shortly after. You get him back for man handling you when, as soon as he flicks the shower on, you drag him in with you, clothes and all.

He had sighed, defeated, muttering how much of handful you are but as much as he gripes, he still helped you wash your hair with the barest hints of a smile on his lips. You were more than happy to return the favour, though you don't think your scalp massage was as good as his. Eventually, he drags the both of you out before your fingers turn pruney.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your place?”

You nod your head as you're slipping on your shoes by the front entrance.

“I'll be fine Jimin. It's still day time so nothing will happen.” You assure, finally glancing up to his figure leaning against the wall, arms crossed and dressed in a new pair of black slacks and a silk loose blouse, its sheen like the colour of the ocean under a blue moon. You straighten, walking the few steps to stand closer to him until you pick up the faint smell of his body wash – warm cinnamon spice, the one that lingers on your skin as well. “Besides, I have your...emergency contact so there's nothing for you to worry about.”

“You say that, but you promise you'll actually use it right?”

The question makes you inadvertently inhale, the reluctance barely concealable in that breath of air but you give in, meeting his eyes as you say, “I will. I promise.”

Jimin doesn't say anything for a moment, watching you with those dark irises until you see the little tension on his face relax with the slight sagging of his shoulders. He smiles, “Good.”

Your mouth twitches at a corner and you can't help yourself. You reach up on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands to land a quick peck on the centre of those pillowy pink lips.

“Then you have to promise me you'll focus on getting better – don't strain yourself over small things like this.”

He blinks, eyes large at your burst of forwardness, hands that had moved instinctively to hover finally nestle themselves on your waist. You hear him huff through his nose after a while, expression smoothing over before your vision is blurred by his figure leaning down to press a proper kiss to you in return as he sneakily asks, “What if I asked simply because I wanted to spend more time with you?”

Now it's your turn to gape, breath caught in your throat and eyes wide while blinking dumbly. The more you blinked, the more amused Jimin became and the higher the blush creeps up your cheeks until the heat became unbearable. You sputter, stubbornly trying to ignore it.

“T-That's – ! You – ! No, I will not let you coerce me like this.”

He bursts out laughing heartily at the way you pout, head thrown back and all you could do is narrow your eyes up at him indignantly. When he's finally calmed but still sees you all puffed up like an angry hamster, he wraps his arms around to squeeze you to him, an easy-going smile lingering on his face.

“Ah, I least I tried.”

You sigh, “I'm serious Jimin. No horsing around if you can help it okay?”

Jimin thinks the look you're giving him is equivalent to that of a puppy's; all big and glossy and paired with the barest crinkle of worry in your brow, it leaves him no choice but to agree.

“Okay cherub. I promise I won't.” He says gently and only then do you seem satisfied.

“Good.”

Now that that's settled, you find yourself just standing in each other's arms, nothing more to say yet perfectly comfortable where you are. You find yourself fiddling with the small, dainty buttons on his shirt, a distraction to how shy you've slowly become under his attentive gaze.

“I should probably go now...” You mumble though you make little to no effort in actually doing so.

You hear Jimin hum, seemingly agreeing but he also doesn't make to show any signs of letting you go, even comfortably adjusts his hold on you. He also takes the time to place a kiss on your forehead. “Text me when you get home?”

“Mm.” You nod.

You remain like that for another good minute before it takes everything in you to drag yourself away from his arms, picking up your bag to sling onto your shoulder. You already feel the chill of the AC creeping into your arms as Jimin holds the door open for you.

“I'll see you then?” You ask, then chastise yourself for letting slip the little bit of disappointment you feel at having to leave so soon, however there's no taking back your text to Jaehee saying that you'll be on your way (she's definitely not someone you want to delay meeting).

Jimin eyes gleam with a knowing look though, like he's tossing around the idea of teasing you but instead, says playfully, “Of course, can't get rid of me that easily.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head which only seems to satisfy him.

The trip home gave you the time to reflect on yourself and on the events that had happened. There's a lightness to your steps – no doubt finally meeting Jimin after a period of confusion and hurt and letting the floodgates to the emotions you've kept buried free has cleared the clog in your heart. On top of that, to have your guardian demon return the feelings you've long convinced yourself were futile; thought nothing more than a self-sabotaging trap designed by no one but you and your only escape from it was to take the plunge.

Yet here you are, relatively unscathed. To be honest, even now you're still in disbelief.

But you won't dismiss this warm giddiness that's taken over easily, just as how you're leisurely soaking in the rays of the late afternoon sun now. It bathes everything in a glow that has every colour in your eyes appear much more crisp and vibrant, making the city lively. It further brightens your mood.

Once you've crossed the threshold of your home, you immediately hear Jaehee's call of greeting from the kitchen.

“Did you eat yet?” She asked right off the bat as you enter after toeing off your shoes.

“Yeah, I ate before I left.”

She nods, continuing her chopping for what you can only assume is dinner for tonight.

“So...everything worked out okay?”

It's asked tentatively but the question doesn't surprise you as much as it should; whether it's because of Jaehee's prior awareness to your troubles, your deep-rooted friendship, or simply sensing the obvious complete shift in your mood, she very well knows where you've been without having to probe much.

Still, you can't help smiling.

The forecast calls for mild, clear weather like today for the days to follow. It's no doubt something a lot of people will be capitalizing on, a relief from the unpredictable temperatures between the changing of seasons. Perhaps it's with that same mindset, you find yourself being able to swallow back the niggling uncertainty that seems to always follow you.

You'll save your worrying for another day, but for now, you want to hold onto these promised sunny days for as long as you can.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “Everything's good.”

You see Jaehee's lips quirk up, a light smile that lets you know she's just as happy as you are to hear that. But then as she turns towards you, it morphs into a sly Cheshire grin.

“Spill it, girl. I need those details.”

The startled gasp that rings out in the dead of night seemed unnaturally loud in the dark spacious room that for a moment, Jimin thought it had belonged to a tormented ghost that had wandered its way in. After a few shuddering breaths did it occur to him that the sound had actually came from him.

His eyes slip shut once again, rubbing them tiredly as he inhales a deep breath before letting it out. Dragging his hand down his face, Jimin sits up, body feeling as if it's made of lead and rolled his neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the joints that are aching dully before reluctantly hauling himself out of bed, the dryness in his throat uncomfortable as is the clamminess of his skin after being drenched by cold sweat – it doesn't take much to know that he won't be able to slip into a blissfully empty state of slumber for the rest of the night.

His feet takes him into the kitchen and his hand grabs for a glass of water which he downs absentmindedly. The drink soothes the burning in his throat but the same cannot be said for the storm slowly brewing inside of him. Eyes as dark as the sky outside the large windows stare out listlessly, his mind slipping into deep thought.

How many times is that now? Four? Five?

For a number of nights, he's been plagued by these dreams – nightmares.

At first they were vague, mostly indiscernible as if shrouded by thick black smoke that whenever Jimin woke from them, the most he would feel is a sense of unease but soon afterwards, the feeling and the memory of it would fade as quick as it came.

But as the days passed, these dreams slowly mutated into something more vicious, taking a hold of his unconsciousness before he had the time to react.

And it was always the same dream.

Not knowing when or how he got there, Jimin would find himself in a formless space, surrounded from all sides by an endless ocean of white veils. They rolled and danced ceaselessly, much like turbulent waves out at open sea and he was the small boat being battered against the powerful force, threatening to capsize. The shifting and turning disoriented him, made his stomach churn and head spin but no matter how stubbornly he tried to run, he could never escape.

So all he could do was stand in place, and as the dancing veils begin to close in on him, the air around would become thinner and thinner until he was gasping for breath, lungs burning with no hope of holding in an ounce of air. Soon after his knees would collapse under him. As he's reduced to this weakened state, it's only then that he'll see it.

Amidst this deceivingly tranquil prison, a figure emerged in the distance, its shape distinctly outlined by the large pale fabric that continue to billow around by an invisible breeze, appearing very much like a ghostly apparition. At the sight, a chill would instantly run down Jimin's spine as if his blood had turned into ice and in the vast silence, only the deafening beating of his heart would fill his ears. For an unknown amount of time, this figure would simply stand ominously without moving. Then suddenly, it would advance, moving at a startling speed and so soundlessly with each blink of his eyes that before he could think, it was already towering over him like a great marble statue.

Like death encroaching.

Jimin could only wait frozen in place by the oppressive force bearing down on him, staring up with shaking pupils and it's then that he knew what it is that looks down upon him.

Divine judgment.

There's a stale and tar-like taste that blooms in his mouth first, then slowly, as the last remains of his strength leaves his body, he finally notices the cold dampness spreading outwards from his chest.

The blade that pierces through him was as dark as the blood it's coated in.

It's here that he wakes from the shock of the phantom pain so intense they momentarily blur the line between reality.

He's not one for superstitions or 'prophetic dreams', being a demon and all but he's by no means unfamiliar with them, especially now when they hit him in the face like this – so viciously and frequently too. A heavy sigh leaves his lips.

The last few days had been quiet; the first in... he's not sure how long. Perhaps that's why he slipped up like this, got caught up in believing that this sweet lie could be true. That maybe, by some miracle, there was a chance for the both of you.

Jimin scoffs a quiet laugh and his mouth twists into a cold smile.

How foolish; to think that they can be more than just wishful thinking.

Heaven is righteous, boasting to have eyes and ears in places without one knowing and yet so frivolous in what they choose to acknowledge.

And it's just his luck that the one time he was counting on that fact, it completely backfired on him.

There's no avoiding this; it's clear that any day now some divine being is going to descend upon him in the name of carrying out justice for the crimes he's committed. If not for the breached guardian contract, then for failing to complete the trials to prove his piety.

Jimin's eyes slips shut, tipping his head down, the ache along his neck and shoulders creeping over him once again – ever lingering, never fading – and all he could do is accept.

Alone in this large and empty penthouse, Jimin felt no anger, no remorse or fear, only a quiet sense of mourning he allowed for himself. However fleeting it may have been, those few days spent with you will be something he'll remember fondly. He thought, if this had been where his luck had went, then he at least can be reassured that it wasn't a complete waste.

Just as his eyes peer back open, the first rays of dawn had begun to bleed through the horizon, dispersing the darkened sky with the coming of a new day. As he watches the sun begin to rise, Jimin's expression hardened along with his resolve.

One thing’s for certain; no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe.

Until the very bitter end.

There's something amiss.

He can't quite place his finger on it, but Jungkook didn't go about his day without feeling an inexplainable sense of dread hanging over him like a heavy cloak that won't leave him. It felt as if every nerve in his body is coiled, restless and bracing for something to happen. As such, he's developed an annoying ache across the back of his neck and shoulder which he had to constantly roll in order to dispel some of the built up tension.

It didn't help, so it only made Jungkook endlessly irritated.

Wanting to blow off some of this steam, he had taken to wandering the streets in search of an outlet. Unfortunately, there's only so much he could do given his status in the mortal world. Playing the shoulder devil whispering temptations, tipping the scale between life or death, fortune or misfortune on a person was only fun while it lasted, and Jungkook was a demon who grew bored very easily of those same old basic tricks. Although there's the option of materializing briefly to cause more mischief, it took way too much power to maintain a physical form so at most, he would only be able to have fun messing with one or two souls but not nearly having enough time to really string them along to his heart's content. After all, the thrill of being a demon comes from withering down their prey, dragging them so deep into depravity before they realize it's too late and there's no saving them.

He sighs inwardly, thinking about all the lost potential, especially now that he's in possession of such a fine specimen. How delightful it would be to see the lengths men and women would go to hold onto even a sliver of his attention, to have them so tightly wound around his fingers just to leave them high and dry. Truly, this was the pain of having a great weapon but being unable to use it.

It makes Jungkook consider how more convenient it would be if he had formed contract with someone, similar to what Jimin had done.

Speaking of, he wonders what had become of you and his fellow demon brother, as the last he's heard of either one of you, one was on a war path while the other's aura signature was reduced so greatly that he didn't need to make much of an effort to be scarce. As much as he's tempted to go find out what's become of you both, Jungkook had to hold himself back. He's told himself that after directing you to your lost guardian demon (as you had practically begged him to do), he's vowed to severe his involvement if he knew what was good for him.

Things were obviously only going to get messier, and no doubt he would be catching any of the fallout if he decides to stick around, even if it's just to satisfy his own burning curiousities.

Jungkook continues to wander aimlessly like this, thoughts bouncing from the matters surrounding you pair to toying with the idea of actually finding some hidden cult who's ballsy enough to try a demon summoning (nine times out of ten it's a shoddy job but fuck is it funny to see their faces thinking it had worked, plus he's guaranteed a couple of souls to his count too).

Above, the sun dips in and out continuously, the constant shift in light distracting Jungkook. He watches and notes idly the fast pace in which the clouds travel, how the white wisps grow and the sky begins to look tumultuous until gradually, they become so dense they completely block the sun out altogether. With the warm rays no longer casting down, the world plunges into a gloomy grey overcast.

A frown tugs onto his lips unconsciously, but the premonition of rain was not what troubled him.

He had the mind to quicken his steps when suddenly they falter. It felt like something had told him to stop, so for a moment he stood confused, turning his head in search for a source until Jungkook's gaze stray over to a small, narrow side street. The street looked like a much older part of the city in the style of the buildings; he can't honestly say he's ever noticed this part before so for it to catch his attention....

Jungkook is already taking tentative steps down the rough cobble stone path without realizing, slowly making his way past the few small family owned shops. He's going off solely on this gut-feeling, almost as if in a trance which after blinking, does he notice he's staring at a particular store front of a shop. His brows furrow even more from confusion, not understanding why he was drawn here.

The shop looked like it hadn't been rented out for many years, the paint so worn down and faded that it didn't resemble the rich forest green colour it once was, even peeling in some places to show the wood underneath. The lacquered sign above has also lost its shine, and whatever script that has been written on it has long become indecipherable. Jungkook had to squint just to make out the faint imprint of the letters 'S' and what he thinks might be 'P' and a 'TH'.

Despite the windows being dirtied, he could still tell that inside the shop was nothing but barren space, the wall shelves filled with dust and cobwebs, the tables empty with only traces of the trinkets it once held. Time had let this place be forgotten, erased its name from existing in any memory, yet it's here Jungkook finds himself lingering, wondering why?

What secrets does this place hold?

Naturally, he can't let this anomaly go lest he drives himself mad. Jungkook takes a step towards the shop, a hand outstretched with the intentions of investigating further when from out of his peripheral he sees something. Whipping his head to it, his eyes lock onto a figure standing at the head of the street from where he had came.

The inexplainable driving force he had immediately vanishes, replaced with the sensation of his body going numb all over, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on ends. Not like the presence of this ominous figure on its own incited such a reaction, but it's also in the way it looked.

Tall in such a way that it's imposing, and draped in a pure white cloak, giving away nothing of what lies beneath. The only feature he's able to make out was the golden halo crown encircling it from behind; a stark contrast. There's no questioning whether or not it can be seen by anyone other than himself – this appearance alone clearly did not belong in this world.

It is not of this world.

Jungkook needed to remain calm. He can't afford to let slip that he's unnerved – that's a sure fire way to getting killed first because fear ultimately blinds. Still, he can't stop the tenseness in his shoulders and the ache comes back with a vengeance. Swallowing, Jungkook inhales and jaw clenched, he turns to leave as if having never seen this phantom at all.

His strides are long, determined to put distance between it and himself, all the while his senses are going into overdrive. He's hyper-aware as he swiftly makes his way through narrow streets and alleys, twisting and turning with no rhyme or reason but he already knows he won't be losing this unwanted tail any time soon. So he changes tactics, figuring that he might as well get the jump on it first before giving it the opportunity.

Jungkook apparates out of the alley, appearing in a busy crowded street and just as fast, he changes to a rooftop. Within these few short seconds, he spins on his heels, gathering a fistful of demonic energy in his hand ready to hurl it the moment he sees any hint of white cloth, body instinctively adapting a fighting stance. However, as his piercing topaz eyes dart around, he finds nothing.

The air around him is still, like the overpowering presence had all but disappeared. Down below, he faintly hears the bustling of people, the sound of cars driving by, even now he becomes aware of how hard he's breathing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins has his heart racing.

Still, Jungkook doesn't dare drop his guard, backing away cautiously as if he's on pins and needles. He's focusing all of his senses, trying to pick up anything that might seem strange over the white noise of the city. He listens, until it all goes eerily quiet.

Jungkook sees before he can react, its speed far more faster than he could have ever anticipated, and all he manages is a sharp, startled gasp. The rest of the air gets blocked by an iron grip around his throat but even then, he's given no time to fully register this as he feels his back crashing into a hard surface with impeccable force and an explosive pain erupts. He chokes on a mouthful of blood.

“Filthy vermin should not waste time struggling so uselessly.”

Jungkook winces, nauseated by the throbbing of his head alone – now he has this voice that seems to be ringing from inside his head.

“The fate of thy life depends on the answer thee giveth me.” The hold tightens and Jungkook swears his neck would give out before he's able to make a sound (how very counter-productive, he thinks in spite of himself).

“Where is he?”

Struggling through the black dots in his vision, Jungkook finally pinpoints the identity of his aggressor. The dry laugh he wanted to let out comes out as a cough but it carries the disbelief and scorn all the same.

White cloak, oppressing aura, immense strength and speed, and a voice that sounded neither man nor woman. There's no mistaken it now.

Fuck, since when was his luck so shit that an archangel finds him first?

The clouds had rolled in much faster than Jimin had thought, the sight reminiscent to being under murky waters. He wonders if at this rate, it would darken even further though he supposes he shouldn't bother. After all, this was no mere storm out of the blue.

He raises the cup and takes a sip of his black coffee, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitterness. Jimin doesn't bother to finish the rest of it, even if it's a waste not to. But there's no helping it, not when he was expecting a visitor. He gingerly places the drink aside on the counter first, then redirects his gaze to the large expanse of his windows at a leisurely pace.

There's not a hint of shock as his eyes meet the figure cloaked in white, hovering on the other side of the glass panels. The layers of chiffon flutter softly against the rising winds, the golden glint of each spike on the crown adorning its head menacing, as if it's a weapon in and of itself.

Behind, the sky darkens forbiddingly, and soon after comes the distant rumbling of thunder.

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hongism · 3 years

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tagging guide; how to tag writings on tumblr

okay so i’ve gotten a few questions on this in the past and i answered them here and there, but i also have noticed that it’s a running issue in a lot of fandoms that i’m part of and something i’ve noticed a lot so i figured that since i have written a substantial amount here on tumblr, i would make a tagging guide to hopefully help some people out and give some personal insight. i’ve been on tumblr for 2+ years writing and such so i am by no means the god of writing who is here to lay down the law or gatekeep, this is just some advice from personal experience! i’ll add a read more cut since it’s kinda lengthy but i hope it’s effective and helps you out some!

genre;

- there are lots of niche genres but the overall big three of genres are these: angst, fluff, smut. you can tag your works accordingly with [group name] angst, [group name] fluff, [group name] smut, [member name] angst, [member name] fluff, [member name] smut

- depending on what type of pairing you have in your work, there are generally three options. x reader, x oc, mxm/fxf, and for these, i generally just use a similar format as the initial genre. [group name] x reader, [group name] x oc, [group name] mxm/fxf, [member name] x reader, [member name] x oc, and then i tag according to the pairing for mxm works: [member name] x [member name].

characters;

- lots of people just tag the name of the member, but keep in mind that a lot of people don’t want to see fanfics and it’s easier to just avoid using a member name tag on its own. i already kinda went over this in the genre but i generally use [member name] [genre] and that’s it. from fic to fic, it varies, but i keep my tags limited to the main pairing or side pairings. in other words if it’s a fic about hongjoong and no other pairings are present in the fic, i only tag with hongjoong [genre].

type of writing;

- there are a growing amount of different types of writings, but the ones i see more frequently are these: reactions, scenarios, imagines, drabbles, blurbs, oneshots, and series. i know it can vary a lot from fandom to fandom, but in general, i see this format used the most: [group name] [type of fic], [member name] [type of fic] with type of fic being reaction, scenario, imagine, drabble, blurb, oneshot, or series. you can use [group name] [type of fic], [member name] [type of fic] with the plural of each (so reactions, scenarios, etc.) as well if you want to!

tags not to use + other things to do;

don’t

- use general group tags.

- things like #bts, #ateez, #skz, #nct, #tbz, etc. etc. i know it’s tempting to want to spread your works to as many people as possible, but keep in mind that there are people who do not like fanfiction and who do not want to see it in their tags. they are looking for gifs, fanart, edits, etc. and they don’t want to see fanfiction and that is okay. it’s tempting to take it as an attack, but honestly, if we respect each other’s spaces, then there won’t be as many issues are there are currently.

- the best thing to do is avoid using general group tags and member tags. refrain from using #seonghwa #hongjoong #san #ateez #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong etc.etc.etc. people who want to find fanfiction will be able to find your stuff still if you don’t have those tags, but people who want to avoid it will be forced to see your stuff too, and it’s just easier to avoid conflict by tagging properly than it is to start fighting for no reason!

do:

- put a read more on any 18+/nsfw works! probably the biggest issue across all fandoms, so so so many people don’t put read mores on their works and have posts that are 2k+ words. it makes the tags hard to navigate and tolerate and harms other creators in the tags who can’t have their things seen because one post that’s 10k is clogging up the system. work together, support each other, and help each other out by slapping a read more on that work!

- tag any and all possible warnings. the general rule of thumb is that if you aren’t sure about something, tag it. it’s best to be more wary than it is to throw caution to the wind.

that’s all i can think of right now, but i might come back and add some stuff, and if you guys have any other add-ons or advice, feel free to reblog and add to it!

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okay so I’m going to post all of my perhaps the stars thoughts in this one post, under the cut, so they won’t clog up the dashboard/tags. And I’ll just keep editing this one post unless my thought is a joke and I want clout for it. Spoilers under the cut obviously

(last updated 29.11.21)

Like so.

Front matter - I love 9A as a narrator already. They have no idea what’s going on. I love the dramatis personae and just the ?? everywhere.

1 - gosh i love 9A so much. you can definitely tell that they and mycroft have very similar backstories and knowledge bases, but the distinction between the characters is so clear. also 🥺🥺🥺 it has to be a short war. 9A writes like they’re on the verge of tears and I want to protect them with my life (Mycroft writes like he’s in the middle of a breakdown and that’s the difference)

in addition, I love that they said that world war 1 ended in 1945 or 1989. It’s interesting to see how history recontextualises our mostly contemporary events.

2 - Carlyle!!!!!!!! Carlyle is safe and wearing a wrap and they are eating chocolate cake I am so glad. Being this far from Dominic can only do them good. I like that they’ve shown more of what the Anonymous actually does. i understand why the anonymous is so respected if part of their work is done 100% live streamed, typos and all. You couldn’t win the beer test harder. I hope the the Anonymous livestream also comes with a chat function where people can make fun of their typos I think that’d be really funny.

I love how much 9A is a part of the Ancelet-Kosala family they are so loved 🥺 Vivien and Bryar both inviting them to stay at their flat I want to see Vivien’s flat and Su-Hyeon giving them their old deputy sensor jacket was so sweet. I love them, I love their friendship. Also I love that 9A can describe affection and caring for people and be normal about it. This narration is so relaxing.

I hope Martin is safe. Also this is the first time in all four books I’ve actually liked Heloise so I’m going to make that a Mycroft problem.

3 - “I have never been in a place before.” boo hoo do you want me to be sorry? I’m in a place right now. I’ve been in a place this whole time. Jokes aside, I assume this chapter was written before the pandemic but it really does give me strong isolation/quarantine energies.

I’m not sure I love the top down narration of here’s what everyone’s doing in all the places, but I assume that comes with the tragedy of not being able to physically watch these conversations because they cars are down.

I’m gonna do it this way for ongoing thoughts. and chapter style as above for when I come home from work and I summarise what I read

MASON being allowed to pass through Levantine lands makes me think of when you’re playing Diplomacy and Turkey allows Russia to pass through Constantinople to the Black Sea, and now I’m wondering if MASON spent those 128 days playing Diplomacy online with the bois like I do

Nurturist to alt-right pipeline confirmed. A set-set is anyone I personally find weird and the more weird I find it the more set-set it is.

As a cousin I just want to put my foot down and say fuck the nurturists

This is unrelated to what I’m currently reading, but a thought I had earlier: we poppin’ the biggest bottles when 9A confirms ockham/leslie/ojiro loving polyamorous trio

A return of Vivien's bad spanish accent. I love every time they mention it

The logistics of religious holidays 🥺 thank you for felix faust for making carlyle look at 48 pictures of things eating bananas, you saved the world

Fuck Brillists are so funny. Once again i love su-hyeons friendship with 9A

4 - "we have four hours to save sydney" aw nah just leave it she'll be right

I forgot to write anything for like three chapters but here's just a list of stuff i remember

I love dominic as the Mitsubishi director actually. I think he's thriving. I expected him to shirk his duties as much as possible but he really is going to bat for his guys

9A putting their tracker on busy to avoid bryar, and then her overriding it was very funny

It sucks that the trackers are down. Imagine how that world would look if you lived it :( poor jedd mason. They can't even reconnect the system landline style because romanova is a modern city and doesn't have wires. That's such good worldbuilding

Oh no! Our masonic oath! It's broken! Also IS XIAOLIU OKAY? IS XIAOLIU OKAY???? MASON THEIR HUSBAND IS ALREADY LOST IN THE WILDERNESS HOW MUCH MORE CAN YOU DO TO THEM?

Did 9A not translate the latin from the first few books? Or did they get Carmen to do those passages as well?

Felix fausts zoom icon my beloved

9A and Su-hyeon talking around the reveal of Huxley/Toshi was so funny I've been thinking about it all day

9A laughing at latitudinarian but not dick hooker. I hate this book. I know that line was just put in there to make fun of me and I resent it

"mars or first contact?" And "wear the vs with me" made me actively emotional i love huxley and 9As friendship

That being said this is so awkward because i feel like I'm loosely hiveguard? Which seems unlike me but maybe i just think assassination is sexy

9- is it upsetting to know that carlyle is so suicidal at this point that they don't care if they live or die? Yes. But also, 'im suicidal so I'm happy to drag myself down with you' is metal as fuck. I hope you die i hope we both die. Also imagine risking world war because you're a horny rapist. Yikes. Anyway jesus christ sniper really wrote their chapter while experiencing THAT level of torture. I want to kill julia so bad she's so evil. But as a side note I was briefly obsessed with a The Adventure Zone fanfic with essentially the same premise if less overtly rapey so I do kind of love this, on like a I love feeling big feelings scale.

I'm kind of miffed that the answer to 'who kidnapped sniper?' was someone we were told explicitly that it wasn't, and not someone else that we could have foreshadowed. Like if they had just said 'it can't be julia because she wouldn't publish something admitting her guilt' that would have been fine, but they also said that the dollmakers were all vouched for. How are we supposed to predict a fifth dollmaker? (Then again the answer to who stabbed mycroft was fucking perry-kraye again, so sometimes that's just how it be) Anyway my favourite fringe theory was that sniper is cato weeksbooths frankensteins monster, and they were taken for related reasons. followed closely by masonic torture.

10 - haha yes let Anonymous say fuck! I checked and this is the first fuck since tltl. I like how 9A is acting like ECP Holmes and MC Moriarty is like, secret code, as though the whole world didn’t read about their Holmes/Moriarty relationship. This wasn’t so much a puzzle as a junior jumble

11 - I love pirate mycroft. Pros of having a cannibal murderer on your ship: willing to eat the dead crewmember instead of rations. Also this is very obviously the plot of The Odyssey.

12 - I though i already had comments on 12 started. I can't believe this is unedited. This is just how mycroft writes. Unbelievable. Also I want to quickly pause and read the Odyssey because I have a copy I just never got around to finishing it, and I would love to, just once, know more about something than Mycroft does. The only thing he referenced I’ve actually read was Candide and I literally forgot all the Manichean stuff in favour of making jokes about syphilis.

Natekari: i refuse to surrender

Ganymede: that's fine maybe we can sort it out tomorrow

Tomorrow: ganymede and natekari come in covered in injuries

Natekari: yeah it's fine i surrender

This is literally the funniest thing I've ever read

Cookie 😠

I can't believe the gender neutral future couldn't figure out a neutral word for parent's sibling in 400 years

Cookie fucking blew herself up?????? What the fuck

Apologies to the poor woman on the bus just like. Trying to get off at her stop while I'm visibly reeling about fucking cookie blowing herself up and turning ganymede into spaghetti. Jesus christ. What the fuck.

Okay whoever tf is doing all this shit and framing utopia u gotta stop fr fr

It's probably merion kraye. I hope it's not sniper

Okay but actually it'd be so funny if, after all this nurturist bullshit, the only person who is actually was set-set sleeper agent was cookie herself. That'd be hilarious

Wait does that mean perry-kraye 2 was a u-beast? Omg

This is actually so sad. Fuck lorelei but :(

Like i said it would make a great horror game/ visual novel tho. like it tricks you into thinking it’s like an rpg and you can pick certain decisions to influence the narrative, but after a while it locks out the third and fourth options entirely no matter how many times you press it. The game always ends with you killing Ganymede.

ET TU PAPA?????????

He's a cop what did i expect

Oh the palpable rage of Reader they're about to go off

Haha let papa say fuck

OH MY GOD THE FAUSTPACT. THE PROJECT.

Okay but papa being so awkward that all gendered historical clothing looks bad on him is so funny. My gender is police commissioner

Idk why the girls are fighting. Utopia and gordian want the same thing they just picked different scifi aesthetics to make their whole personality

MARTIN!!!!!!!!!!

Tully 😠😠😡😡🤬😡🤬😡😠🔪😡🤬

Actually i read the tully reveal the moment before i was supposed to start work, and so i hyperfocused on how much i hate tully so much that i turned around to sympathising more with him than i ever have in the narrative previous. We'll see how this turns out for me

I thought it was croucher yelling about how his name was going to be immortalised alongside achilles' and i was like no you're not. I forget you're in this story every time you're not in it.

Perry-kraye has more justification to think that, but i think in like 200 years when everyone who was alive for the war is dead, perry-kraye will be like, a detective comedy staple. "Somehow the murderer was casimir perry all along?" And he appears with a curly mustache eating a sausage because the sausage is the only thing people remember about him. Also he dresses in 18th century fashion every time

"We should always be able to pass words to friends, it’s the simplest, the most necessary thing." made my cry at work. I wish martin was here i miss him. I want him to be with xiaoliu and his kids

Not mycroft of all people defending tully. I guess if anyone is more responsible for this war than tully, it's perry-kraye

THE WHOLE TIME? THE WHOLE TIME?? HE'S BEEN ODYSSEUS THE WHOLE TIME???

Fuck am i gonna have to pause a read the Odyssey now? I kept joking about it because i wanted to be better than mycroft at something but maybe i really have to

Does this mean carlyle is someone? Thisbe? Or just mycroft? I don't know enough about the iliad to make guesses

okay but if Mycroft is Odysseus then who is Penelope? I assume the Mardis are the suitors and that’s why Bridger came up with the association in the first place. My assumption would be JEDD if JEDD wasn’t literally leading the war to begin with.

XIAOLIU 😄

Damn I can't believe I've been shit talking the Mitsubishi this whole time. They were the only ones who were right. I guess we all have egg on our faces

Also fuckin cornel if you're that dedicated to your empire that you would imprison JEDD in circumstances more torturous than ganymedes, then you shouldn't have made him imperator destinatus in the first place, dickhead

BOO LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO SAY GOODBYE TO MYCROFT I'M CRYING

Okay this is probably the closest jedd ever gets to being affectionate and it's so cute. It's so sweet. mycroft hold My hand.

ET TU XIAOLIU???

The damnatus memoriae existed even in the chronicle we read oh my god. Oh my god. They're going to need a bash loss specialist 😧

This is all extremely heavy and I'm emotional but i can't believe weeksbooth won the race for longest continuous bash. Congratulations ockham 🥳

Martin Semaphoros.... I think it's really sweet that cornel would honour his loyal servants by absorbing them into his own birth bash

God the line about duty overthrowing even the right to struggle against death is so sexy. Oh my god. Oh my god.

"Cato Weeksbooth is no longer human" i mean. We know. Unless he means human in the literal sense. Was his presence in the Ráðsviðr cell foreshadowing? Was cato the frankensteins monster all along?

Also JEDD is definitely penelope but i guess he can have two roles the same way mycroft can be odysseus AND moriarty AND jean valjean

Oh god this is gonna hurt. "I do not know how to call friend one who does this" who is going to betray me now

Dominic when he finds out JEDD slept beside Mycroft but not him

Me: Aww cato gets to do science again :)

Anonymous: stop smiling mycroft this is bad

Me: 😐

ACTUAL MAD SCIENTIST CATO WEEKSBOOTH

HELEN

Oh my god, the man who launched a thousand ships.

Wait. Wait what? I thought it was a metaphor? Hello??

HELLO???

😧😧😧😧😧

i can’t believe i was the idiot who wanted to apollo’s iliad as a side story. you fool. it’s the book

MY OWN HIVE WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THIS FUCK YOU

I'm so sad

!!!!

MECHA ILIAD. GET IN THE FUCKING ROBOT SHINJI

I literally for a second thought i was getting my bridger piloting achilles like a mecha wish but alas

I wish threatening to breakup with god worked all the time

Bridger 🥺🥺🥺 little alex 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Okay everything's great again. Eureka, cato, kat or robin, we're getting the band back together

But where's thisbe, cowards?

this chapter is actually calling me out personally because the main reason i’m cousin and not utopian is because I think it’s too hard and I want to take the easier path. like on a conscious level I respect gradatim and reaching the stars and doing stuff but for me personally i’m good out here.

Jedd picked the worse option because he loves mycroft and wants him to be happy I can’t do this

but also i still don’t get why the girls are fighting. like i understand it but i don’t Get it. it’s the same shit i’m sorry like i know the utopian thing is harder but it’s the same and you can do both.

eureka my beloved. i have missed her.

“I should have learned the brill system but i was too busy learning everything about philosophy and history and also learning 8 languages” “well you should have tried harder!” for fucks sake hobbes give him a break he’s just a guy

“stretches mandated by whitelaws” fucking dorks oh my god

'mycrofts gone again' how??? You put him in a cage

Whatever i love 9A

God it actually hurts so much more that the guildbreakers were influenced by brillists. Like they tore that family apart.

IS 9A LIKE 19?? ARE THEY A BABY?

I. Yeah, okay. Okay. I guess this is happening. I guess MASON is patroclus.

I am actually so sad for JEDD and the fact he let mycroft go? oh my god. he must be in so much pain right now he loves his dads so much that he’d let mycroft go and risk his life to save Cornel

i hate it but kosala does have girlboss energy for killing MASON. i wish she hadn’t done it but it did fuck severely

i feel like this series is going to end with everyone on a 7/10 list dead. oh god that includes vivien.

oh god what if it includes 9A?????

"asshole and a half" i fucking love you 9A

Also, goddamn, anonymous and acting emperor is pretty damn good for a servicer.

9MASON

Oh the prep notes for the chapter. i love this. I love 9A

Vivien is safe!!!!!!

i think it’s so funny that 9A is Masonic Emperor despite being so deep into the line of succession they didn’t even know they were in the line of succession. like, you’re the most qualified person who is not literally MIA rn so congratulations Caesar?

The autocaps thing is so funny actually. I hope 9A is okay in hospital ☹️ yes 9A it’s very funny to write Cornel mason why do you think i do it all the time?

VIVIEN IS A GOOD DIPLOMAT I LOVE HIM 🥺🥺🥺 once again i return to my roots as a vivien ancelet stan. I wonder if his spanish has gotten better

They started talking about audiobooks and i had a brief flash of horror that they were about to advertise audible to me. What a world we have found ourselves in.

I feel sad about the gorgon stuff but it's really interesting seeing the symptoms played out from someone directly

"the absolute surrender of earth" yeah okay

EEYYY ROCKHAMPTON. also i assume emerald city is a fantasy thing but also there is a city called emerald about a 3hr drive from rockhampton so maybe? We just wouldn't call it emerald city

IS SALADIN CANNER REAL? IS HE NOT REAL? WHO IS TO SAY REALLY

ET TU SU HYEON??????

I'm gonna start sobbing at work i stg

Four months they were trapped like that for four months jesus christ

Su hyeon 🤝 julia, being super vile and evil and i hate them

Su hyeon hurts the most but I'm fuckin taking notes down I'll tell you what. I love a tragedy, i love a betrayal where you know they betrayed you but no one else does and you can't do anything about it

God I've been teary this whole time. Once again carlyle saves the world 🥺 but trust someone experienced with manipulating to figure out how to get around manipulators. God she's so sexy and powerful

THE PREFECT IMMEDIATELY STEPPING DOWN OH MY GOD. ANGEL. I LOVE YOU. I think Masons are weird but they are extremely sexy

The part where they just keep repeating how they want huxley was so sweet but also bro you blew my cover. They're so cute. Friendship ended with su hyeon now huxley is my new best friend

WAIT. 10A???

Is she, you know... An essayist

I actually love carlyle as an essayist

Wait no! Fuck! They're setting up 10A to gently prepare us for 9A dying and let me tell you i won't hear a fucking bit of it. I swear to god ada palmer if you kill of 9A you WILL catch these hands

Oh god I'm crying again. "You saved the world by being kind and paying attention to someone in a sickbed when nobody else did...the world needs a cousinly voice who's used to talking about miracles" I'm literally so emotional i love this so much

YES. THE SHARKS WITH BANANAS ARE BACK. THEY’RE BACK!!

I doubt jedd had a tantrumy toddler phase but i can only imagine that chagatai is prepared for this because baby jedd did do the 'holding my breath until i get what i want' thing, and he ended up passing out and nearly dying because he Meant It

'i want my ibasho' 🥺🥺🥺

Danaë 😮 i totally forgot about her lmao

BABY

Tryna figure out when in the timeline leslie got pregente though

Also oof finding out you're gregnant right at the beginning of global conflict is just. The timing couldn't be worse

Wait also that's the baby that should have become a set set. Guess it's too late now. Also Olympian is so cute. Next gen OS right here

9A is starting to doubt utopia baby i am right there with you

I think since I wrote that note and came back I don’t think I’m doubting utopia anymore? but I think it’s easier for someone from the 21st to justify death than for someone from the 24th

i know JEDD doesn’t need to wake up but i think it is bullying to make him discuss his world conquest plans when he just woke up

also JEDD giving the same consideration to remembering if he ate breakfast that he would to the continuation of the human race is very funny

oh god, you asked him a trolley problem. oh man, we’re going to be here all day

oh, another gender speech huh? I think it is interesting the number of afab people that mycroft gendered male. it really does read as misogyny 2

i don’t know if this really solves the problem of masculinity being default tho. like it’s great that the world was ostensibly saved by “women”, but that doesn’t change the fact like, femininity is relegated to cousins and nowhere else

unless madame is full of shit, and there’s femininity everywhere, but it didn’t fit her vibe so she ignored it

regardless i think there still needs to be some work to solve sexism so that we can have gender again because, like, people like gender sometimes. it shouldn’t be this easy to reinvent misogyny

Actually saladin 9A isn't allowed to die because i, like raging achilles, will go to the ends of the earth to destroy you

I don't think this is mycroft. I think this is saladin

Okay they referred to 'my prison visit' so it's possibly mycroft, but it just doesn't sound like him? It's like tonally different, like someone who knows mycroft well is trying to mimic his writing style. Either that or its mycroft and mycroft is saladin and has been the whole time

Okay yeah thisbe is terrible. I know that. But do i also love her? Yeah

Haha yess the fact that chagatai is modo mundo came back that's so good what great foreshadowing

OMG. THE RESURRECTION

Yeah see this is mycroft canner! It's him!

Oh my god. I wanted sniper and 9A to meet so bad. This is exactly what i wanted "humanists keep trying to elect us both" I'M CRYING

"hey i just lead a war against you, the handcuffs are very my fault" SNIPER I LOVE YOU

"achilles didn't come back from the dead did they? Jedd mason was enough, twice would be ridiculous" this is just my sniper stan corner

This is my new sniper's chapter. My friend made fun of me recently for waking up full of strength and reading sniper's chapter every morning, but I'm just gonna get worse

the reason sniper doesn’t like the utopian oath is 100% just dickhead older ba’sib energy. sniper made fun of the utopia oath because cato likes it and they used it to make fun of cato. it’s the same reason i hate league of legends

i love the pronoun clarification. finally a real reader insert.

SNIPER DESERVES TO BE ON THE ODYSSEY OLYMPIC COMMITTEE I DON’T CARE WHICH BRILLIST OR UTOPIAN NEEDS TO MAKE IT HAPPEN

“so one side says go to space, and the other says let’s stay here because it’s easy? screw them, let’s go to space” literally thank you. space is cool as fuck.

HEY WHAT THE FUCK

DON’T DO THIS TO ME

HOW?????

OH MY GOD

nevermind this isn’t my new sniper’s chapter i literally can’t handle this. i will never read this chapter again

just kidding this is sexy as fuck but also I want to die.

I can’t think of any other way the story could have gone. like who else could be tasked with finishing Mycroft’s narrative?

like it was so obvious in hindsight they were both greek servicers, followers of JEDD, familiaris, Anonymous, philosophers. mycroft’s got 17 lifetimes of work to do oh my god. oh my god.

I now realise that chapter 26 is, in fact, that chapter, like objectively.

Okay i forgot to update for ages bc pan finished pts before me so i yelled at them instead but

HELLO????? WAS I RIGHT??? WAS I RIGHT ABOUT THE POLYAMOROUS SNIPER-SANEER TRIO???? DID I ACTUALLY PREDICT SOMETHING IN THIS FUCKING BOOK? 🍾🥂

#all danas go to heaven #perhaps the stars

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hi i’ve sent up my blog and got the theme i wanted and stuff where do i go from here? im not sure where to start…

omg that's soooo good!! so now i'd just start writing! find some prompts if that helps inspire you. i normally come up with ideas from listening to music or when i'm showering (idk those are my most thoughtful times i guess haha) you would not believe how long my ideas list is from the random things that come to me and i'll either make a voice memo while i'm driving to add to my notes later from a song i heard or i'll write them down in my notes app as soon as i get out of the shower. you were the one who wanted marvel people to follow, right? maybe watch one of your favorite movies and rewrite the plot or a scene with your favorite character. i always love to read people's renditions of a scene i've seen several times but with their version of the reader like i loooove those!! i have several ideas of my own like that and you can really do a lot with that like your character can have powers and if they do, what are they? how did they acquire them? are they a secret or does everyone know? do they hate their powers or love them? do they know their full potential or do they still not know some of their capabilities and surprise themselves with how much power they really have? like you can go anywhere with this. i do get a fair bit of inspiration from watching movies/shows/youtube videos and thinking what if i were in this situation and i'll make a reader insert fic from it so that could help as well.

one thing i will mention that i did when i started posting fics that i realized was kind of annoying was i didn't use proper tagging. like if there was a person or character so much as mentioned, i tagged them which i now know just clogs up the tags for those other people. for example, let's say i am writing a peter parker fic like he is the main focus here and i use tags like #peter parker, #peter parker x reader, #peter parker imagine (which are all appropriate tags) but in the fic, tony stark, steve rogers, and bucky barnes are mentioned so i tagged them too. but, when someone wants to read a bucky fic and they go to the #bucky barnes tag, they will see my peter parker fic because i improperly tagged it. so what i should do is only use peter tags when tagging my peter fic or only use bucky tags with a bucky fic. i hope that made sense haha just to help everyone, properly tag your fics :)

since you're a new writer, i thought i'd mention that it's okay if something doesn't work out. like if you don't like the way something is going, scrap it or copy and paste it somewhere else for later use. you can rewrite it or have your story go another way. but also don't put too much pressure on yourself. this is a hobby so don't put a ton of pressure on yourself to where it feels like a job because you will burn out fast like that. just go with the flow. do your own thing. feel things out. try different ways of writings. this is the perfect opportunity to experiment and try new things so go for it. i hope some of this helped and feel free to come back and ask anything! i am always here to help!!

#anon #asks #❀ nonnie ❀#anna’s advice

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Fethsteel Fic: Not Good Enough (For You)

So here we go, my take on how Fethry Duck joined F.O.W.L. and met Steelbeak. Less warning stuff for this one, mostly just implied abuse, though it’s clear Steelbeak has not had a pleasant history. Also, both he and Fethry have some self esteem issues... and there’s not exactly spoilers for “Lost Harp of Mervana,” but the new intro takes place right after it.

Also on AO3. Make sure leave kudos and comments there. I enjoy the feel of being applauded.

Huey was placing Isabella Finch's journal back in Uncle Scrooge's study when he spotted the tin can phone there, now connected to nothing. Scrooge held on to everything in the mansion, even seemingly useless things, on the grounds that it may one day come in handy again.

It was one reason why Trash Day could be such a nightmare, though Scrooge was starting to learn how to let things go...

Huey found Della and Donald unpacking their gear off the sub, hanging up suits and boxing equipment until it was ready to be used again. "Uncle Donald? Mom? Do you know how to get in touch with Cousin Fethry? I think he'd love to hear all about Mervana."

"No, sorry, sweetie. I haven't heard anything from him since he rode off on the back of that... giant... fish..." Della shuddered in remembered revulsion.

"Mom, it was a krill."

"A fish is still a fish by any other name."

"You also seemed fine with Mitzy at the time."

"I was too busy thinking about all the Moonlanders we had to beat up."

Donald sighed and turned away from a crate to answer Huey’s question. “I haven’t heard from him either since then.” He shrugged. "But that's normal for Fethry. He either calls every five minutes or he gets so wrapped up in something we don't hear from him for six months."

"Doesn't he have a cell phone we could call?”

"Knowing Fethry, it would just get dropped in the ocean." There was a reason Scrooge only trusted Fethry with a tin can after one too many busted phones.

Huey’s beak twisted in discomfort. “But what if he got in trouble? What if he needed our help?”

Donald let out a breath, more frustrated with himself than anyone else, even Fethry. He knelt in front of Huey and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Fethry is…” Cuckoo bananas really hadn’t been the right thing to say to Huey, not when Donald could see the similarities between the two of them. Unsure how else to finish that sentence, he tried again.

“Fethry is who he is. But he’s also a grown adult capable of making decisions and taking care of himself. If he ever needs us, he knows where we are.”

Della grinned proudly. “He’s a part of the Duck family. Surviving is what we do.”

Uncle Donald and Mom weren’t wrong about that. Cousin Fethry had survived alone in a collapsing sea base for years. He knew the Junior Woodchuck guidebook from cover to cover, just as Huey did. He was better prepared than most to face trouble when it found him.

"Okay, I'll just make sure to write down all my observations about Mervana to share with him when he gets in touch."

Donald gave Huey a smile. "I'm sure he'll love that."

***

“Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

It was an old refrain at this point.

The last job interview he had, Fethry had spent a full half-hour talking about the eating habits of krill and the merits of singing when asked about his team management skills.

The interview before that, he spoke briefly about the endless silence of the ocean when asked how he dealt with workplace difficulties. He’d been too quiet after that question.

And the interview before that… well, he didn’t think that room was ever going to be the same.

Fethry’s laptop was old. Wires were sticking out and duct tape was barely holding the screen together. He browsed through the listings for scientists on Quacked In, tweaking his cover letter and resume slightly for each.

Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Maybe he should try for a slightly smaller position at a lab, like a custodian! He had experience keeping things in custody! And then he could work his way up from there.

But the little Donalds had such faith in him. They believed he could be a great scientist. Fethry wasn’t going to let them down. He never really realized until it was too late, but Fethry knew he had a habit of letting his family down.

Gladstone had offered to help, after that big event with purple people from the sky… ahh, yes, the invasion! But Fethry knew how often people tried to get close to his cousin to use his luck. Family shouldn’t do that.

The next listing didn’t quite catch his eye. But Fethry was at the point of applying for everything that came up for “scientist” and read through what little there was.

“WANTED: Skilled scientists for private company in Duckburg. Duties will vary. Flexible work schedule, late nights occasionally required. Must be able to roll with the punches.”

He had no expectations that it would progress to a job offer. How he chose to look at was that he was doing really well on reaching his goal of 100 job rejections. He’d read all about re-framing your objectives for positivity!

Once he reached 100, well, he might as well try for 200 rejections then.

He reviewed his resume and cover letter on the final submission screen. He clicked “Send.”

Then he moved onto the next listing and thought no more of it.

***

F.O.W.L.’s computer settings were extremely sensitized when it came to tracking the movements and activities of the Duck-McDuck clan. They knew when Hubert Duck received a new merit badge, or when Dewford Duck uploaded another video to his overlooked Insta, or when Llewellyn bought a soda that wasn’t Pep branded.

Any diversion from or progress in the Duck’s family’s normal routine could be significant. That’s why they monitored it all.

So when a member of the Duck family applied for one of their vacant positions, it got noticed. Alarms went off, alerting the highest-ranking members in F.O.W.L. command.

Just ten minutes after the application was received, Bradford clicked through it on his laptop.

F.O.W.L. could just ignore this. Stay away from the Duck family until they were more ready to move out in the open. It would be a sensible move.

But there was potential here he couldn’t overlook.

Fethry Duck was one of the harder members to track ever since the McDuck SubLab crumbled into an undersea abyss. Satellite images last had him riding some sort of kaiju across the ocean, which was just typical when it came to the Duck-McDuck family.

When the moon invaders came they had made many mistakes, such as caring more about the acknowledgment of their perceived superiority than how they could exploit the Earth. But they had been right that it was better to have all members of that family accounted for when it came to global-scale plans.

Having Fethry under constant watch at F.O.W.L. would leave Gladstone as the most transient variable. And the lottery winnings and sweepstakes prizes he left in his wake would make him infinitely easier to track.

Fethry was also one of the more controllable members of the Duck family. Neither misfortune nor ostentatious fortune dogged his steps. He didn’t question intention and he didn’t try to stir up trouble for his amusement. He was so lacking in ambition that he stayed in a lonely janitorial position for almost five years. If he was taken to a lab and given every reason to stay, he likely would do so without seeing anything amiss.

His goal was to steal the world right out from under Scrooge. Why not start by stealing a member of the man’s family? One Scrooge was unlikely to miss for quite some time, given his avoidance of Fethry’s company.

Yet for a duck who didn’t believe in handouts, it said something that Scrooge still cared enough about Fethry to give him a string of jobs that he more or less performed adequately. He’d prefer it not come to threats, especially since harm to his family made Scrooge predictably savage. But if worse came to worse… better to have a hostage than do without.

And if he was useless? Disposing of him would be no hardship.

He clicked “Accept” and composed a brief response, suggesting a range of times that Fethry could visit a front location in downtown Duckberg.

After opening up the email and reading through it, Fethry squealed and picked out the earliest possible time.

***

Fethry hummed as he walked inside the address the email gave him. It was a plain building, notable only for its pristine white exterior that seemed all too blank.

He’d dressed up nice for the occasion. His red jacket was replaced with a slightly frayed and browned business suit jacket. His tie was a piece of dried kelp that Mitzy had picked out for him. She always had the best eye when it came to kelp. And his cap was still present, keeping his thoughts toasty warm!

Yet his throat felt clogged and simultaneously too dry. The papers in his hand would be wrinkled if he clutched them any tighter. There was a heavy feeling in his chest that told him he’d be out of here soon enough, and he would need to try his luck elsewhere.

A duck with a dirty face and ruffled hair sat behind the visitor’s desk. Her name tag read “Ample.”

He approached her without his usual bounce. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.”

She nodded and glanced through the schedule. “Fethry Duck?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“The director is ready to see you now. Go through the double doors over there.”

He dipped forward in an awkward half-bow, unsure if a handshake would be too presumptuous. “Thank you!”

He pushed his way through the double doors. The room was in grey shadow, a large desk slightly off toward one of the corners. Two chairs were in front of the desk, facing the figure behind it.

The shadows slightly obscured the person behind the desk. He could make out a shape but no features.

The shadow turned to him. “Ah, thank you for coming. Please take a seat.”

Fethry grabbed one of the chairs, shifting his paper copy of his resume as he looked at his interviewer up close.

Oh, he knew this vulture! He worked with Uncle Scrooge before! His name was buzzing around in the back of Fethry’s skull, waiting to be grabbed hold of…. what was it, what was it…?

“Bradley!”

“It’s Bradford,” he corrected in a cold tone.

Fethry slumped back in his seat, feeling small. “O-oh, I’m sorry.”

Bradford did not take the time to acknowledge what he said. He sat “So, Fethry Duck. Scrooge’s nephew.”

“Yes.”

“You hold no degrees, no certifications that would qualify you for a scientific position.”

“... no.” Fethry knew how much those pieces of paper meant to people. He sunk into his chair, almost wishing it could swallow him up, the way the ocean did…

...and that was not a train of thought he needed to be boarding right now. Fethry stepped off a mental platform, letting it whiz by.

Bradford continued, neither noticing nor caring about Fethry’s inner world and its struggles. “And yet, you thought you could apply here, for a scientific position with us.” He stood up and started to circle around Fethry. “Do you know what we do here, Fethry?”

“Science?”

“Among other things.” Bradford paused behind Fethry. Fethry couldn’t quite bring himself to turn and look at him. “What we do here... let’s just say we're out to change the world.”

Bradford resumed his circle and came to a stop in front of Fethry. He let silence reign for a few seconds before speaking. “And Fethry Duck? We’re willing to give you the chance to join our ranks.”

Fethry had to swallow down dry disbelief. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Fethry’s hands were clammy as he held out his stacks of papers. His grip wasn’t shaking, but his limbs felt hollow. “You don’t even want to look at my resume first?”

“I’ve already seen it.”

He let his arms fall to his sides. His voice came out small, as if he was once again speaking from the bottom of the ocean. “Why me?”

Silence returned. Bradford considered him over his beak.

“You’re the unnoticed member of the Duck-McDuck family. Isn’t it time you had a chance to prove yourself?”

Bradford wasn’t wrong. He wanted that chance. But the implication that he was only getting this job because of his family...

Well. Wasn’t that how he got every job he ever had?

Bradford turned away from him and loomed his way back behind his desk. “Mind you, the job still isn’t much. You’ll be working in a lab on your own projects, yes. But you will remain under direct supervision for the time being. Before undertaking any venture, you are to submit a full report that outlines expected costs and outcomes, in accordance with our guidelines.”

He sat down, his back hunched to allow him to continue looming from a lower height. “The pay is minimum wage, but you can work your way up through experience. Food and board will be provided on-site, so that’s two fewer things you have to worry about.”

Fethry absent-mindedly fiddled with his kelp tie, his attention otherwise on Bradford as he continued.

“As you may have surmised, your work is to be considered top secret. For the time being, we will ask that you remain in the facilities to better learn your responsibilities. There is to be no contact with the outside world without prior approval. Otherwise, you put ourselves and the work we do at risk.”

“If you accept the job under these terms, a car will be dispatched to pick up you and any belongings you choose to bring tomorrow morning.” Bradford steepled his fingers and looked through Fethry. “Do you accept these conditions?”

Fethry had forgotten he hadn’t said yes to anything yet. He wasn’t sure how he got so caught up that he missed that.

He could bring his team with him, their jar was extremely portable. But taking this job would mean saying goodbye to Mitzy for a while… hopefully, she would understand.

He nodded, then said for emphasis, “Yes.”

“Well, then. Welcome, Fethry Duck, to…” Bradford paused again, his words trailing off into familiar silence. “... well, we’ll just call it your new place of work.”

***

There wasn’t a whole lot to do at their headquarters between missions. The funnest thing to do around here was to play all the arcade games after the kids had gone home for the day.

However, the last time Steelbeak did that he blew an entire paycheck and ended up with only 20 tickets to show for it—not even enough to trade-in for a piece of candy. That didn’t make him stupid, that made the games rigged.

Now he stuck to the actual secret parts of their secret lair, wandering the halls. His wallet stayed full and fat, but the time between missions dragged on and on.

The gun course was fun, but there was only so much offtime an agent was allowed there. Spend too much time shooting things and command would send you over to their quack shrink.

The rec room was okay, but he’d be fighting every off-duty Eggman there if he wanted to pick which channel to watch on the sole TV. Not that he wouldn’t win, but his time in the prison rec room, and the underground fighting ring’s rec room before that, taught him that victory wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t find any good shows playing.

Which is how he often ended up doing what he did right now, trailing after Heron down to the labs. He’d watch her and watch the other scientists, trying to see how what they did tied into F.O.W.L.’s big ol’ villain schemes.

Did he always understand what she was working on? No. Did she ever really try to explain it in an easily understood way? Also no. Did these trips to the labs often end with her metal hand clamped around his beak, hissing at him and calling him names? No, well, yes. Yes, it did.

… he was supposed to be going somewhere with this, but he wasn’t quite sure where. Wait, no, now he remembered.

If he wanted to someday be the one hatching the schemes, he should watch how others hatched theirs first. It was like watching the prizefighter in the ring to learn how to beat him. Some people would only hit you if you asked them for anything, so you had to watch how they did something instead.

Most of the other scientists ignored him, and he didn’t pay them much attention either. But today, a duck in a red hat waved at them as he and Heron stepped inside the lab.

“Oh, hello! I’m Fethry!” The lab coat he was wearing hung loosely on him, clearly meant for a slightly larger bird.

“O-kaaay...?” Why was he expected to care?

A grin was spreading across Heron’s face as she looked the duck up and down. Then she turned her gaze to Steelbeak as she gestured offhandedly at the duck. “Fethry is our new marine specialist. He’ll be working on some of our most important projects.”

Heron… sounded like she was trying to hold back a laugh. What, was this smart guy really good at the jokes? Or did he know a party trick or two?

And what kind of name was Fethry? Might as well have called him “Webby” since he had webbed feet.

“Say, Fethry?” He knew that tone of voice from Heron. He didn’t always know the details of what she was saying, but he knew the sweetly sharpened tone was meant to cut someone down to size.

He felt… lighter, watching that tone be aimed at someone who wasn’t him. Like he was actually in on the joke for once. He also felt the urge to move to safer ground.

Heron’s smile was wide as she continued. “Why don’t you explain to my partner, Steelbeak, what you’re working on? He loves to hear about scientific experiments in great detail. Especially if you use a lot of long words.”

Okay, maybe he was still part of the joke.

Fethry’s eyes widened—he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to widen their eyes like that until Fethry did. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” Heron said in a passable imitation of Fethry’s enthusiasm. Under her breath she added, “Maybe now I can get some real work done.”

Steelbeak’s jaw tightened as she walked away. He refocused his gaze on the red-capped duck, who was all but jumping in place.

A snort escaped him as he sat down at a table. At least if this pipsqueak tried to clamp his beak, he could just knock him into next week.

“So what are you working on?” This was still more exciting than watching the walls, after all.

Fethry laughed nervously. It had been a while since anyone paid him a significant amount of attention. “Well, at the moment I’m just filling out the request paperwork. But I’m hoping to start an experiment on delaying the eating habits of the crown of thorns starfish.”

“The what?”

“Crown of thorns starfish. It eats coral.”

“And that is?”

“Coral is like…” Fethry scratched his head. He could never remember all the big words like polyps, sessile, and Anthozoa when he needed to. “It’s like skeletons scattered across the seafloor that fish live in.”

“Really? So fish just decide to live in dead bodies.” Sounded fake, but at least it wasn’t boring.

“Well, coral is a skeleton, but it’s also alive. It’s really bad when they do die.”

“So the fish live in alive dead bodies.” This Fethry guy was talking an interesting sort of crazy.

“Skeletons, yes. Called coral. Only these sea stars eat the coral, so the fish have no place to live then.”

“Now, these sea stars start off eating algae. It’s been called the grass of the sea,” he explained before Steelbeak even had to ask. Fethry’s beak scrunched up. “Though I have to say, grass usually tastes much better.”

“How long it takes for the sea stars to go from algae to coral varies. And there’s a lot of these starfish in the ocean. If they made the switch all at once, they could do a lot of damage.”

Huh. For the guy’s first project, it had the makings of a decent scheme. “So… if you could figure out how to make them do it, you could have them eat the fish out of house and home?”

Fethry actually nodded at that. “Or if I could figure out a way to slow it down, I could buy time for the reefs to grow.”

“...huh.” He actually followed most of that. Sure in his mind, coral reefs had a lot more skulls than they normally did. But he got the gist of what Fethry was talking about.

Black Heron hummed as she worked without interruption. Fethry calculated the costs of feeding and housing a small colony of starfish, making sure to show his work. And Steelbeak imagined blackmailing a fishing village with an army of sea stars. Small potatoes when it came to true villainy, but everyone had to start somewhere.

***

It wasn’t one of Heron’s longer science sessions. She tapped at some keys, read some screens, fiddled with some gadgets, and was ready to leave in a couple of hours.

Fethry had remained in the lab, drawing up plans for a sea star’s dream home. They’d need plenty of walking room, he’d said, so he was drawing up little pathway designs. Including one for a yellow brick road.

He started to reach out a hand to Steelbeak… for what, Steelbeak wasn’t sure. His body tensed in defense.

And Fethry must have noticed because he let his hand drop to his side and just smiled instead. “Thanks for listening. I know I kind of ramble.”

Steelbeak waited a few seconds to be sure that Fethry wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. Then he gave a shrug and followed Heron out.

It hadn’t been a hardship. Listening to weird undersea stuff passed the time. It was like catching a documentary on TV, without the meatheads that would grab the remote from you and change the channel to something else.

Black Heron laughed at Fethry as soon as they left the lab. "That guy," was all she managed to say before chuckles overtook her.

Steelbeak scowled. “What? What did he say that was so funny?” Was he the butt of someone else’s joke again? He'd make him go splat, if so.

Heron regained control of herself, but she was still grinning. “He didn’t have to say anything. It’s comical that he’s even here.”

The scowl receded and his brows knit in confusion. “I don’t —”

“You don’t get it, I know. Lucky for you, I’m in a good enough mood to explain. He’s Scrooge McDuck’s nephew. You remember, the guy you were supposed to get out of the arcade?”

“The big guy who wrecked one of my suits?”

“Ugh, no! He was the one wearing a top hat.” A frown flitted across her face, but her good mood was quick to reassert itself. Past failure meant little in the face of such a hilarious triumph.

“He came to us, wanting a job. He has no idea that we’re F.O.W.L. and no idea that we’re working against everything his family stands for. We’re holding him hostage, and he has no clue.” Another peal of laughter escaped Heron.

Steelbeak let out a chuckle as well, now that he was finally in on the joke. "Ahh, I get it. Classic dum-dum. What kind of idiot doesn't know who they're working for?"

The grin on Heron’s face slipped slightly.

"This should go without saying, but I know you so I'll say it anyway. Do not tell Fethry any details of your work, your missions, what we do here. Nada. Nothing."

"Well, duh. I know that. That's why they're called secret missions."

"Steelbeak, I once saw you brag about being a secret agent at a bar to try and get a date."

"And why not! They were cute!"

“And you wonder why your recreational leave is so limited.”

“What?”

“I’m saying dumb boys don’t get a lot of outdoors time.”

“Hey!”

A smirk moved across her face before she continued. “The director wants him to remain utterly oblivious, so secrecy is of the utmost importance. He’s not going to be happy if we have to lock him up or kill him for knowing too much.”

Steelbeak did not reach for his beak. He did not feel the slight dents that remained from trying to punch his own mouth open. “And we’re not just locking him up now, why?”

“Because the Ducks are easiest to manage when they think a situation is within their control!” Her voice was raised as decades of thwarted ambitions seeped into her tone.

Steelbeak was unimpressed. He could get just as angry, and he hadn’t needed years to get to that point.

“And what if he does ask what I do here?”

“Why would he ask? You’re hardly about to engage him in some deep conversation, are you?”

He couldn’t quite meet her eyes for some reason. “Well, no, but…”

“Oh, for larceny’s sake. If it does come up and you can’t avoid answering the question, just make something up. You’re an agent, do some lying.”

“... yeah, of course. I can do that.”

***

It doesn’t really sink in until later that night, back in his room, how Fethry answered all his questions without calling him, “Stupid.”

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. unpleasant reminders (1.5) .

small note : i know what you’re thinking. great titling. seriously, why can’t i title to save my arse? like i’d pay someone to title my stuff for me. i didn’t mention anything about currency, so go wild. again, please heed my warnings before reading. and uh... remind me never to write this much dialogue ever again, yeah?

*you do not understand how Elated i am to finally be able to pin half of this onto you guys*

i’ve said this in the tags before, but please don’t use shock-collars. save them for this au, okay?

(also... i... i do write soft stuff too. um, j-just in case you forgot... it’s okay to ask me for soft things. i’ll gladly oblige. rvmmm21 isn’t just a yandere bucket).

[yandere!omega!irene x alpha!wendy]

tw : choking, bondage, violence, noncon, implied use of shock-collar. (a very, VERY toxic relationship).

...

Bae Joohyun doesn’t need to be an alpha.

She’s already in control.

And Seungwan isn’t the only one who knows things. Joohyun does too.

She knows plenty.

But if there’s one thing she knows best, it’s that alphas who love their omegas unconditionally do not bolt at any given chance.

And if there’s anything Joohyun considers worse than an alpha who is unwilling to accept that they belong under her, it’s an alpha who actively does something about it.

It is rather unfortunate that Joohyun, being an omega, does not possess those useful little pheromones alphas use to either overwhelm or calm. Life would be so much easier if she could just have Seungwan on her knees with a whiff of her scent. But when life presents her a challenge like an unruly alpha... a challenge like Seungwan, Joohyun would rather die than back down. She may have been cautious, hell, she may have even bothered to put on a coat before setting out after her fleeing lover. But it really doesn’t matter, not when Seungwan is as docile and harmless as a baby mouse.

It’s at times like this where Joohyun really doesn’t think her girlfriend deserves her alpha status, or any of those knee-weakening pheromones. It’d be a surprise in itself if Seungwan was aware she even had them, let alone know when and how to use them.

But that isn’t completely her fault. She’s a young pup. Which means she has a lot to learn.

Luckily for her, Joohyun is nothing, if not a well-meaning trainer.

…

Joohyun is standing over her when she opens her eyes.

Even through the blur, it’s creepy. The way she’s just… observing.

She’s calm. Far too calm for Seungwan’s comfort. Not that there’s anything remotely comforting about being gagged and cuffed to the floor. She wants to kick and scream, because she recognises her surroundings far too quickly.

The basement.

Or as Joohyun insists it is, the ‘Training Room’.

For a few seconds she does nothing but quietly stare at the metal around her wrists, the taste of old rags seeping into her tongue anything but pleasant. Finally, Joohyun sighs, bending over to run her fingers along the knot behind her head as she breaks the silence. “Gag wasn’t necessary, but… I know you hate it. And I did catch you doing something very naughty, so I think it’s only fitting, don’t you?”

She fiddles around with the fabric before dragging it down and tossing the damp cloth to the side. Seungwan’s jaw aches when she flexes it a couple times. Stray tears roll down from the corners of bloodshot eyes as she opens her mouth to form some sort of apology. But as soon as her lips are parted, four fingers shove their way into her mouth, as good as choking her in an attempt to keep her from making another mistake.

“Don’t you dare.”

The tears are welling up and she can’t help herself.

“You ran. Again.” Joohyun’s tone is somewhere between a drawl and a snarl. The smaller girl impulsively jerks forward when fingers thrust themselves deeper down her throat. She coughs, gags and tries to twist away, but Joohyun just follows her, never leaving more than a millimetre of space between them. “How many times this month, alpha?”

“No, no, no…” Seungwan tries to say, but it just comes out as incoherent mumbling around Joohyun fingers, all subdued and useless. And it doesn’t help that her head is still spinning. Holding onto a simple train of thought is proving to be harder than the force Joohyun must have applied to knock her out and drag her back.

When the omega pulls her fingers out with a skin-crawling laugh, Seungwan scrambles to defend herself, pointless as it is.

“I wasn’t trying any – wasn’t running, I–”

A foot embeds itself into her diaphragm and cuts off whatever the end of that sentence was supposed to be. The hot pain concentrated in her chest slowly blossoms down her ribs, stomach, and her head. The impact of her back shoved further into the cement she’s slumped against sends agonising jolts down her spine, and it’s that instinctive wince that reminds her that she truly is at the mercy of her sweet, sweet omega.

The added pressure behind the heel serves to better restrict Seungwan’s breathing.

“Puppy’s learnt to lie now, has she?” Joohyun sounds lethargic, and it’s nearly twice as scary as that look of pure, animalistic rage Seungwan had seen on her face not two seconds ago. “You’d better tell me where you picked this charming little habit up… or you’re not going to like what happens next.”

She sounds unimpressed and bored and it’s terrifying.

“P-please…” It doesn’t cross Seungwan that she’s speaking out of turn, that she’s not answering her omega’s question, that she’s not thinking straight. It’s impossible. She can’t think straight. Not when she’s in such a compromising position. “I-I promise it won’t happen again, please… I don’t want to run, it – it was a m-mistake! I didn’t mean to–”

“I didn’t mean to plan an escape, I didn’t mean to keep running when I was called, I’m so sorry, Hyun, please don’t hurt me, Hyun.” Joohyun taunts her, mimicking the panic in her alpha’s voice with a sickening light-heartedness. “How many times do you think I’ve heard that, hm?” She pauses to chuckle at her own awful reminiscing. “Pretty much the first day we started training. And how many times has it worked?”

She kneels down again and wraps her hand around her alpha’s throat. She squeezes, smile broadening when Seungwan whimpers and chokes out a weak – “… none.”

Joohyun smirks. “None.”

Tiny black dots speckle Seungwan’s vision as the pressure on her throat increases, turning her laboured breathing into ragged pants. It takes everything she has to force herself still, if only to keep from encouraging the irate omega, who’s growling at her now, sounding more like an alpha than she can ever hope to be.

“Don’t make me wait for it, puppy.”

At this point Seungwan’s reactions are more reflexive than genuine. “I love – I love you!” Her words are clogged in her throat, but she forces them out in short, sharp gasps. “I love you! I’m sorry – sorry I tried to run, please, please don’t… please Hyunnie, you’re hurting me, stop please…”

Joohyun just grins and uses one more final burst of strength before she relents, keeping her alpha pinned up by her shoulders as she splutters and wheezes and struggles to stop the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free. Seems like I haven’t trained you well enough, puppy. Outbursts like that are very rude, and they will not go unpunished.” She finally lets her go completely to reach for something Seungwan can’t see. It should soothe her, however the lack of pressure on her neck and the lack of a foot in her ribs does little to do so. Quite the contrary. It fires every nerve in her body up, because if Joohyun’s hands aren’t on her now, there’s no telling where they’ll be next.

When Joohyun finally turns around, it’s the familiar little remote she has clasped in her right hand and device in her left that kicks Seungwan’s legs into gear, weak as they are. It makes her forget. She forgets she’s tethered to a U bolt in the floor, forgets that if her omega can singlehandedly retrieve her mid-run, she stands no chance if they’re in the same room.

She forgets her place.

Still, she springs into action, aiming to lunge past her insane girlfriend and head straight for the door. But she never reaches it. As soon as she’s on her feet, Joohyun is straddling her back, knee digging into the base of her spine and forcing her face into the cold cement floor. Seungwan sobs harder, one hand grappling pathetically out in front of her while the other stays pinned under Joohyun’s knee.

“Bad alpha, bad puppy.” The omega patronises as she fumbles around with the contraption she had intended to put on her lover ever so nicely. Of course, Seungwan had to fuck that up too, didn’t she? The battered alpha goes rigid when she feels deceptively soft lips against the nape of her neck, kissing her so lightly and so comfortingly that she almost mistakes it as forgiveness. But that hope is quickly suffocated when she hears the click of a buckle and a lock, when there’s that tightness around her neck.

She suddenly realises that –

“I’m tired of false promises, puppy. If you can’t tell me the truth, then I think it’s better you can’t tell me anything, don’t you?”

– it’s much more painful to swallow in fear when there are two icy iron prongs burrowing themselves firmly into your throat.

#red velvet #red velvet yandere #wenrene #irene x wendy #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #irene #wendy #omegaverse #yandere omegaverse #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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theaspers · 3 years

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I HAVE RISEN! MUHAHA Hai ish me again! R u okay bb? Here my virtual tissues and a hug to u 💞💖💝 u can vent to me if u want to. I can come off of anon if that would help. Hopefully I've scrolled thru everything so I'm up to date. Also I think I don't have a word limit anymore wowwwwww. I moved from iPhone to android (but like barely... I haven't properly transfered anything except my sim card 😂). Wow it's a whole new world here.

For periods u can lay on ur back and prop ur legs up against a wall or door (so u make an L shape) that's a lifesaver I got from another Tumblr user. A blanket over ur upper body when u lay like that is always noice too. Can try period yoga. I do yoga with Adriene videos but I haven't tried that specific one out. Also if u don't eat a lot of red meat n chilli u can probably have ginger tea with brown sugar. That one always helps me out. So long as ur body isn't naturally considered hot then it should work well.

ALSO I read ur new fic!!!!! Congrats on getting it out (and am happily waiting for anything Zhongli even tho I know literally nothing about the man haha). I'm usually not a huge fan of Dia and luci in a romantic way but for u Zara I WILL READ THE GREAT WORKS PROCURED BY OH MAGNIFICENT ONE! It made me so soft. Silly luci trying to put up a fight with the relationship. He's such a Lil doof hahaha. And the touches n lap sitting ughhhhhh I wanna be there man 😭 that would feel so divine~~ The demon language but was a v appreciated touch (I never really thought about something like that lol mind u I still don't play the game!). It was v well written! I totally think u have maintained ur touch! Please give credit to ur self!

I've been really busy. Had to suddenly get gifts for peeps and then now doing birthday stuff for two of my besties (cuz covid cockblocked us before) n jobs man. Had a few breakdowns about it but I expected it tbh. Proud of myself tho n Im planning to get back to driving! Sorry I'm like dumping my life on u cuz I haven't interacted in soooo longgggg! I promise I'll check out the Achilles song after I wake up (cuz I should be sleeping rn) but in the meantime I Hope Luci Comes Home For You! Have fun tag teaming with ur siblings (I think?) in genshin and a HUGE ✨CONGRATULATIONS✨for making it thru uni! I'm proud of u hehe. Much love until next time 😊 - lurker anon

under the cut bc i dont wanna clog ppl’s dash 🥺🙏🏻

HI! i have to thank you for taking ur time to write this ask, especially since you mentioned you’ve been busy!! i’m so glad you could drop by and we could catch up a little!! this made me very happy, if you could believe it. kinda like we’re friends and we’re catching up 😭 so thank you so much for this message!! very thoughtful of you, and i really appreciate it!! you don’t need to come off anon if you’re more comfortable on anon, okay? 🥺😭💖

i’m fine, actually! it’s nothing terrible!! just one of those random bouts of sadness, yknow? ones you can’t really explain so you just gotta ride it out. but i think i’ll be okay. and even if not, well, that’s okay too hehe and thank you so much for the advice! i’ll definitely have to try those out.

AAAAA you definitely did not have to scroll through my blog. i post so much crap, why would you put yourself through that 😭 still, i’m very happy that you enjoyed the dia/reader/luci fic! i really am attached to that au tbh, have lots of feelings and thoughts about those three shdjd i think they mentioned briefly that the demons have a different language? and that’s been living in my brain rent free for the longest time bc i love it SO MUCH.

and ZHONGLI aaaaa i have so many thoughts and feelings for him too and i really wanna try writing a full fic for him. hopefully i’ll be able to do that soon 😭

it seems like your life has been a little tough and a little hectic~ i can’t offer much but pls remember to take breaks, and drink some water! i’m proud of you too for getting through everything!!! hope you enjoy achilles come down, honestly i’m obsessed with it. i hope lucifer comes home too bc i will be Upset if he doesn’t 😤 also i don’t mind the long messages tbh they really make my day tbh shdjs i’ll be here if you ever need to talk! aaa much love, and thanks again!! 💖💖💖

#answered #lurker anon

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crysforme · 4 years

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WELL OKAY HI i believe i have to do some sort of intro post to ask people to come and plot w me because i am in need of social interaction but also in desperate need to find a creative outlet for myself right now, so here goes: everything will be under the cut as to not clog up the tags !!

helllo hi there i’m elle (not my real name but i wanna keep my real name private until i really get to know someone because yep privacy so i guess that’s like an alias), i’m 22, i’m from the est timezone and welcome to my crib. i’m gonna list off some stuff about me like plots i like and rp preferences so yes!!

i prefer rping on discord, i haven’t rped on tumblr in years and with all of the recent updates to the dash, idk if i ever will write on here ever again. i apologize if u are strictly a tumblr rper, unfortunately that’s just not something i can do anymore so if that’s something u need, i may not be the right person to write with!!

i am a big fan personally of plotting! of course, i like having some pre existing connections but i LOVE plotting. if u message me at 3 in the morning with plotting -- i may not answer because i love sleep -- but as soon as i DO wake up, i’ll be SO excited about everything u sent!!

i’m a gigantic fan of doing things like pinterest boards - u’ll notice that i’m ALL kinds of particular about setting those up to give myself inspiration!!

to preface: i do suffer from anxiety and depression -- and i have shown symptoms of bipolar disorder that i’m going to be seeing a psychologist about soon in order to see what they say about that. unfortunately there will be times where i withdraw from things that i enjoy. i’ve done it a few times over the years and then my anxiety has always paused me from starting up the conversation with old partners to start writing again. i’m trying to get better at that so please, if u notice that i seem withdrawn and uninterested, i PROMISE it has nothing to do with you!!! it’s entirely me, something i have to get better at. just give me a few days and hopefully i’ll be back to normal soon!

onto actual writing things though: i love mumus. i’m a big fan of them. pretty much every ship i’ve ever had started out as a 1x1 but very quickly turned into a mumu or at least a ship where even the side characters were expanded upon and had backstories. i’m a whore for character development and world building.

my favorite types of ships are small town ships, hollywood ships, and zombie apocalypse ships. i love scandalous plots - if u wanna do a hollywood mumu where we have characters that are costars on a show but one of them is married and they fall in love, i am all about that, please give me that, i’ll be ur best friend.

i don’t particularly enjoy writing smut - i know there’s nothing sexual about it in nature between two partners writing smut, however i’ve had partners in the past who enjoyed writing smut in that way and now it makes me uncomfortable, especially as i’m in a relationship and with my past experience on writing smut, i wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that. therefore, i’m gonna ask to refrain from doing it!! again, if that’s something u can’t go without writing, i may not be the person to write with for you.

i can 100% do canon characters or oc! i would probably prefer writing an oc BASED on a canon character because i can mold them more to my own preferences, but i’d be up for the challenge of writing a canon character! some canons i wouldn’t mind trying out include the walking dead, twilight, and criminal minds.

on the flip side!! if we were to do oc’s based on canons i wouldn’t mind doing anything based off of (again) twd, twilight, criminal minds, OR gilmore girls, the office, to all the boys i’ve loved before, pretty little liars, or eye candy!!

if we’re talking general genres to look into that i would love doing: horror (specifically zombie), hollywood, drama, small town, vampires, or werewolves are all things that i LOVE. maybe something inspired by zenon where they’re up in space? anything you present to me, i’ll probably be willing to try!!

i prefer playing females if we’re doing a 1x1 m/f, however if we’re doing a mumu or something, i’d 100% be down to play males!! also i love doing f/f!!

i don’t think i have any fcs that i won’t write with? maybe just like justin bieber/hailey baldwin but i th .. ink that’s it?

if ur interested in plotting, either like this post or message me on here!

#1x1 #1x1 rp #rp

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hcrofraid · 5 years

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Rules:

HALLO THERE! Here’s my rules! They’re a bit long, but hopefully you can push through ‘em and we can get a chance at interaction!

1. Themes might vary with this blog. Although I’m typically SFW, I might touch upon dark topics here and there.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I‘m a little selective, but otherwise - I’m open to canon, au, crossover, and original characters! As long as their muns rp literately/write para.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

As I’ve said, I’m selective and as a result mutuals do take priority - but I don’t have to be following you for you to interact with me. It just means I’m more likely to interact with you if you’re a mutual.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Just a reminder I hoard all your asks too, even weeks later. If I don’t respond to it, I’m either keeping it for a rainy day, or just can’t find the muse/interest for it currently. If it’s been a month or two though, just assume it wasn’t working for me unless I’ve informed you otherwise.

4. Shippings? Heck yeah I’m down for the fluffy content, as long as they’re of similar age to my boio.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

Sontails will not be happening on this blog either, sorry.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately. Also, Tails is a child. So no.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

Please don’t reblog my art unless I’ve drawn it specifically for you or said you can. I either have that as do not reblog for a reason, or I am planning to post it on my art blog at some point.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays aren’t your alley, I’m unlikely to roleplay with you. It’s nothing personal; it’s just finding muse for one-liner threads is incredibly difficult unless it’s dash shenanigans. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

If you need further context on the AU, the link to it’s tag is here! Otherwise just ask me!

Tails’ AU is one I’m very proud of and very attached to, so please don’t force your headcanons about him on me. If you’re unsure how certain events play out in the context of his universe, don’t hesitate to ask me about them!

That said, anything that might take place on this blog obviously isn’t canon to the AU itself; I just like writing for this boio and it helps me develop his character. It’s all hypothetical.

Additionally! Don’t worry too much if the headcanoned relationships between Tails and other muses don’t match yours. Those are mostly just guidelines for how Tails would USUALLY interact with your muse. I’m open to altering these relationships to better fit our threads! Don’t ever feel restricted to what I put down; it’s mostly just for context purposes because, well, Tails is absent. I’m an IM away for plotting.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities:

I’ll have a permanent starter call somewhere for you to hit up; honestly though, if you’re a mutual? Pls feel free to hit it up.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If there’s a verse you’re interested in, please specify.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

I may not roleplay with every starter I am given - I’ll do a ‘background check’ if you’re a new blog on the block. If I don’t feel your writing style/length works with mine, I might not respond. Apologies. ;__;

Please don’t write para / novella starters up for me unless we’ve discussed something, sent something, or I’ve liked a starter call. I really don’t want to leave people hanging if I’m not interested.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

I also have Discord! If you’re mutuals with me, feel free to ask for it!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please note that MAINS fall into two categories; one pertaining to Tails’ initial universe, and those pertaining to alternates. Although the latter is plenty, for clarity’s sake, there would be one alternate Tails might default to.

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me. GIMME’ ALL THE PRECIOUS BONDING CONTENT PLS. THIS BOY NEEDS FRIENDS.

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and sometimes even Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me! I just need a social breather every now and again.

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

If you don’t have either of those, I’m likely not to follow you - so make sure that you do!

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything Tails might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. If you’re OKAY with threads being set in Tails’ universe (and acting as his inverse counterparts), please like / reply to this post! It just lets me know I’m A-OK to shoot you asks pertaining to it, rather than the usual alternate shenanigans.

16. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#|| rules.

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sombrcstar · 5 years

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le rules:

1. Themes might very with this blog. It’ll typically be SFW, but there will likely be dark themes, violence and swearing.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’ll pretty much interact with anyone, including canon, AU, Crossover, and original characters.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

No godmodding or Mary-Sues, please.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

I have a lot of blogs. Pretty much an understatement - so I’m pretty busy with stuff, and it’s all dependent on what muse I have. Motivation and life also exist.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Additionally, if I don’t end up responding to an ask or something, the case might just be I don’t have the muse for it, or I’m not interested in the thread. Apologies!

4. Shippings? I honestly don’t ship much with Ford, except maybe Fiddauthor. Not sure - depends how things work out, but I’m not actively looking for ships for him.

Please don’t force anything on my character in that regard.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Please don’t follow/interact if you do - since I roleplay Stanford specifically, seeing that stuff makes me especially uncomfortable.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC posts, so please don’t do that.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays are not your forte at all, it’s not recommended you roleplay with me seriously. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities, you’re free to hit me up with any starter meme prompts I reblog.

Starter calls? HIT ‘EM UP, FRIENDS.

I reblogged a starter meme? Send something! If I’m interested, I’ll answer it!

I generally default to post-canon, or whatever verse might work for a starter - but if you have a specific one in mind, please tell me!

If you’re going to respond to an ask, please make a new thread. If it’s not feasible at your end, I’ll do it for you - but I don’t generally roleplay through that format.

I may not roleplay with every starter I am given - I’ll do a ‘background check’ if you’re a new blog on the block. If I don’t feel your writing style/length matches mine, I might not respond. Apologies. ;__;

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main! You can check my relationship page to see what spots are free!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Also, friendship/family relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me so don’t feel scared about asking for them. Chances are, I’ll always be down!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

IM-ed me and I haven’t responded? Social anxiety is a jerk and it’s exhausting for me to communicate sometimes. Know that I’ve seen your message and will get around to it eventually!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Don’t spam reblog memes.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

12. On threads…

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my character might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. The mun can be absolutely TERRIBLE at breaking the ice. If she follows you, she’d like to interact - but she’s super nervous about approaching people.

15. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#&& → ᴏᴏᴄ #|| rules.#long post #//dont mind me publishing a m obile version

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killer-benhardy · 5 years

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Studio Lovers

Roger Taylor/Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Request: Okay I have an idea. Roger Taylor x reader (set in the farm) when they’ve been ~secretly~ dating for a while and the boys hear them in in the morning (if ya know what I mean 😉). Then they go down for breakfast and the boys know what’s up so they start to make jokes about them by maybe saying things like “ohhh rogerrr”. Just a suggestion but I think it’ll be funny, thanks :)

A/N: okay but like this is the most horrible thing i’ve ever written. i’m so sorry lol. and this is meant to be set when they obviously start recording ‘a night at the opera’ but like this gif isn’t 1975 roger taylor but he’s just sexy so we’ll go with it. and yes i put in a gif of ben cause i like him a lot. and idk if all the members of queen even drive but hey there you go lol

You have been following Queen for some time now and you were actually quite close with all the members. Freddie, Brian, Roger and John loved spending time with you, although you were exceptionally close with Roger. Not only that but you and Roger have been secretly dating for the past few months. And surprisingly, no one has found out since everyone in Queen just think you’re one of Roger’s groupies. Not saying that it hurt a bit, but you also found it believable.

It’s not usually normal to be one to say to your boyfriend, “just take a few groupies around to places a few times a week so then they wouldn’t get suspicious.” Even though you two were quite an obvious couple. Your ‘secret’ meetings weren’t that secret since both of you would take any chance to shag anywhere, which included the bathroom, recording studio couch and many other countless places.

Although today, you decided to go to the recording studio with a tray of coffees to find the boys experimenting with their instruments. You saw Roger on his drum kit hitting cymbals with no kind of beat whatsoever, John writing some lyrics onto paper, Brian on his guitar most likely trying to figure out a new guitar riff and Freddie bouncing around the place like a mad man.

You excitedly waved to Roger through the glass, raising the tray of coffees, signalling that you had them. He stopped playing his drums and ran towards you.

“You are definitely amazing,” he smiled taking his cup. He patted the top of your head, but that’s when John walked in. Roger just messily scruffed up your hair, of course ruining your hair.

“Roger dear, I don’t think that Y/N appreciate what you’re doing,” Freddie commented, taking his coffee from you. “I now have to fix my hair because of you,” you glared at Roger.

“Now I think we should tell Y/N about that thing we talked about,” Brian said taking a sip of his drink. Plans? It was most likely going to be something along the lines of either planning a kind of party, get together or something for their studio practices.

“Of course,” Freddie flicked his wrist, “we’re planning to go out to start recording our next record. And drummer boy asked me to ask you if you wanted to come, my dear.” You looked in Roger’s direction and he just sipped his coffee giving you a cheeky wink.

“Why not?” You shrugged.

The trip to the unknown location wasn’t desired. Yes, the five of you were in the band’s van but you were all quite cramped. Freddie didn’t tell you where you heading off to and he would always reply, “I said I wanted to surprise you, darling. It’s just a recording studio, my dear.”

And he was correct. Everything you knew was just the fact that you were tagging along with the boys while they recorded their new record. Of course, they didn’t think much of it since Roger would often want at least one girl to occupy him while recording. But no one actually knew where you were all going beside Brian and Freddie.

“Why did we have to bring John and Brian’s guitars? I’m getting squished!” You yelp. It was John, Roger and yourself who were sat in the back of the van. And yes, apparently having to hold two guitars was too painful for you to do.

“Thank goodness we didn’t have to bring that drum kit of yours. I would be dying in a sea of instruments,” you dramatically lied down onto Roger’s lap. It was somewhat difficult to do so since there were no seats, just crates and instruments. John would give the both of you some questionable glances.

There would be the occasional, “I’m so happy you’re my girlfr- girl. I’m so happy you’re my girl,” from Roger. You would always giggle at him as he tried not to be so obvious but John could see right through you. You finally decided to take a nap, resting on Roger’s shoulder.

“You two are a couple aren’t you?” John stated. You quickly took your head off of Roger’s shoulder and kept repeating ‘no’s’. But before you could say anything to defend yourself, the van stopped moving which meant you got to the recording studio.

“Come on, she’s just a groupie. Besides, she ain’t even big enough,” Roger spoke with his eyes falling towards your breasts, making you quickly cover yourself. He chuckled, winked at you and put on his sunglasses before opening the doors of the van. You stepped out of the van, thinking to land onto some kind of concrete or even gravel.

Squish.

That was mud. Your first thought of the ‘recording studio’ was that it just looked like a farm.

“Recording studio?” Roger asked with his pair of newly bought clogs (from Brian) making contact with the ground. Which of course made Brian furious.

“I just bought those clogs just yesterday, Rog,” Brian grunted. It made everyone else laugh at his comment.

“This is Rockfield Farm, darlings!” Freddie announced with excitement. You all took your bags and went into the townhouse and got into a room each, although you have to share with Roger. Obviously, Freddie took at the biggest room, with you and Roger having the next biggest size, then Brian but John had the basement all by himself.

Before you even had the chance to put down your own suitcase, Roger placed his hands onto your waist shocked by the coldness. He planted a soft kiss onto your neck, making you feel a bit ticklish.

“Mr Taylor. If you’re thinking of anything else besides writing a new song for the record, we aren’t doing that,” you smirked, “and I’m sorry that I’m apparently not ‘big enough’ for you.”

“You’re just upset because I was telling the truth, Y/N,” he mocked, blowing a kiss towards you.

“Well, suit yourself. Maybe you’re not enough for me,” you said, making a dramatic exit. And surprisingly after you left, he started writing his song. Although it wasn’t quite the song you were expecting.

It was close to twelve am and Roger was still writing his song, while you were enjoying a game of scrabble with the rest of the boys. “This is unbelievable! How could I have lost to Brian again?” “My dear, no one can beat him.”

“Another round?” John clasped his hands together. Your eyes drifted to the ceiling. You were thinking of Roger. “Why don’t we all get some rest? We’ve got to do lots of recording later,” Brian noticed you staring. You hugged everyone before running upstairs to see Roger shirtless tapping two pencils on his legs.

“Having fun, are you?” You were leaning against a doorframe, with a huge smirk on your face. He definitely looked very attractive.

“Not really. Not as much fun as I do with you,” Roger chuckled, “nearly finished my song though. I’ll show it to the boys at breakfast.” You walked over to the bed and started reading his lyrics. You skimmed through his writing, you spoke, “with my hand on your grease gun? Now, what exactly does this mean?”

“Why don’t I show you?”

“Do you hear that? Is that them?” Brian popped the question downstairs. By this time, Roger should have already come downstairs to be cooking breakfast. But he was a bit preoccupied.

“My dear, they’ve been going on for hours. I don’t know how they do it,” Freddie responded taking a bite out of his toast. Freddie, Brian and John were all waiting for the both of you to eat breakfast with them.

“You know she’s his girlfriend,” John plainly stated, sipping his coffee. Brian nearly spat out his tea, while Freddie didn’t seem shocked at all. “You didn’t know?” Freddie shrugged.

And that was the moment yourself and Roger came down the staircase as if nothing had happened. Your hair did not look it’s best, but you were too whiny and hungry to tidy yourself up and as for Roger, his current state didn’t look like he was at his best. Although both of you did have lots of fun.

“Good morning, how is everyone this fine morning?” You gave everyone a big smile. The boys just gave you some nods and some simple replies. “I’m just going to go use the loo,” you left the kitchen, leaving Roger and the rest of the boys to question him.

“Had an early start this morning, didn’t you Rog?” Brian stated. Roger just looked at him and shrugged. “What you mean?”

“Roger please, there’s no need to act dumb. We all know what you were doing with your little girlfriend of yours,” Freddie laughed. “More like, we heard you,” John added with a huge smile. Roger’s face started to go completely red and his heart rate increased by quite a lot.

“O-okay fine. You heard us. And yes, she’s my girlfriend, just don’t mention her around Miami and stuff. Please!” Roger pleaded, putting his hands together, and that was the exact moment you walked back into the kitchen. “They know? Roger! Since when?” You were flustered. Very.

“Since you both last shagged in the recording studio couch,” Freddie answered straight away. You were completely shocked. Wow. That was just a few weeks ago.

“You guys can shag, but just remember to lock the door. Don’t just want anyone to walk in,” Brian said. Roger and yourself just smiled at each other and laughed at everyone’s statements.

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loL that’s the end

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RULES:

1. Themes might vary with this blog. I’m typically SFW, though may explore dark themes from time to time. There might be swearing; my muses rarely use such lingo, but the muses I roleplay with might.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’m a little selective, so I might be a pretty picky when it comes to who I interact with. Generally, though, I’ll interact with most folk, including canon, AU, Crossover, and original characters - as long as they’re literate/write para.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

If you’re a multimuse and I follow you, it’s usually because I know a couple of muses on your roster.

No godmodding or Mary-Sues, please. If you’re not sure what these terms mean, please look them up. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Just a reminder I hoard all your asks too, even weeks later. If I don’t respond to it, I’m either keeping it for a rainy day, or just can’t find the muse/interest for it currently.

4. Shippings? GO FOR IT FAM. As long as they’re of similar age, I’m probably down for it.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my characters if you’re interacting with me (not to mention there will be kids muses here, so no). Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays are not your forte at all, it’s not recommended you roleplay with me seriously. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities:

I’ll have a permanent starter call somewhere for you to hit up; honestly though, if you’re a mutual? Pls feel free to hit it up.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

Although there’s not many now, PLEASE specify muse when you send me an ask. I won’t know who to respond with if you leave it vague, and I don’t want to disappoint people.

If there’s a verse you’re interested in, please specify.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I really don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

If you don’t have either of those, I’m likely not to follow you - so make sure that you do!

12. On threads…

If you��re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muses might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. The mun is TERRIBLE at breaking the ice. If I follow you, that means I WANT to interact with you - I’m just building up the confidence to do so! (Memes help greatly with this kinda thing.)

15. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#;;rules

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