mydemon-hero

[mydemon-hero]

I'm honestly surprised by how much you guys liked "Triggers", I'm grateful for the support, thank you <3

[mydemon-hero]

A MAN. A MAN. A MAN!

hi! I’d love it if you could write something about seongje x reader based on that one tweet that was like my girl can wear whatever she wants because I can break your jaw…maybe somebody saying something rude to the reader about her outfit or the opposite getting a little too flirty for seongje’s liking…curious to see what you could come up with

+ 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗪

in which he makes sure that his girl is comfortable enough to wear anything she wants.

+ 𝗚𝗘𝗨𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚-𝗝𝗘 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

fluff

The apartment smelled like cologne, heat, and flat iron spray.

She was on her third outfit and her last nerve.

“Okay,” she mumbled to herself in the mirror, smoothing the hem of the skirt that barely brushed mid-thigh, “this one. Maybe.”

The black fabric clung to her hips, snug enough to notice. Paired with a cropped satin top and her hair still damp at the ends, she looked… good. Too good, maybe.

She tugged the skirt down a little.

“Too much?”

From the living room, Seong-je glanced up from the couch — sprawled out in a hoodie and jeans, one leg over the other, phone in hand but clearly not reading whatever was on the screen.

He blinked once when he saw her.

Then again. Slower.

“You’re wearing that?” he said, voice unreadable.

Her stomach dropped a little. “I was thinking, but—okay, I knew it was too much. I’ll change, I just thought I’d—”

“Did I say I didn’t like it?” he cut in.

She paused.

He got up, moved toward her slowly, the heavy steps of someone who wasn’t in a rush but still meant business. His eyes trailed over her legs, the curve of her waist, the soft skin just above the waistband of her skirt.

He stopped inches in front of her, gaze still low.

“Twirl.”

“What—”

“I said twirl.”

She raised an eyebrow but spun half-heartedly on her heel.

He exhaled sharply. “Yeah. You’re wearing that.”

Her laugh cracked out. “Seong-je—”

“No, really.” He hooked a finger into her waistband, tugging her closer until her hips bumped his. “If anyone says anything tonight—about your legs, or your ass, or your outfit—”

He leaned in, voice low and lazy like a threat wrapped in velvet.

“I’ll handle it.”

She looked up at him, lips parted.

“You’re serious.”

“I’m always serious about you.”

His hand slid from her waist to her jaw, tilting her face up gently.

“You wear what makes you feel hot,” he said. “Because you are. And if anyone forgets how to speak with respect…”

His eyes darkened. His thumb brushed her lower lip.

“I know how to break a jaw.”

✮⋆˙

The party was already packed by the time they arrived.

A rented flat just off campus—second-floor unit, high ceilings, too many people crammed into every room, music vibrating through the floor. Someone had brought LED lights and too many bottles, and the smell of alcohol, sweat, and cheap perfume clung to everything.

She tightened her grip on Seong-je’s hand as they stepped inside.

She wasn’t exactly shy. But walking into a room like this—with that outfit, with all those eyes—it made her skin crawl a little.

“Hey!” someone waved from the kitchen. “Drinks in here!”

She moved forward but froze when she realized Seong-je hadn’t followed.

He was still in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room with clinical precision—his jaw tense, shoulders squared.

“Seong-je?”

He blinked once and looked at her. “Yeah, go ahead.”

She leaned closer. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” he said, tone softening as he tucked a hand into her back. “Just watching.”

She smiled. “You always do.”

✮⋆˙

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting on the couch, half-drunk on soda and stolen glances, when it happened.

A group of guys near the stereo had been whispering for a while—too obvious, too loud, the kind of confidence that only came in packs.

She caught a few words:

“Skirt…”

“…just asking for it…”

“…who brings their girl dressed like that to a party like this?”

And then:

“I’d lose it if she bent over in that, bro—”

That was the last sentence Seong-je heard before he stood up.

“Stay here,” he told her.

His tone didn’t change.

His steps weren’t fast.

But the feeling of him crossing the room made three people go silent before he even opened his mouth.

He didn’t raise his voice.

Just looked the guy dead in the eyes and said, “What did you just say about her?”

Silence.

Then stammering.

“Man, it was a joke—”

“She’s not a joke.”

Seong-je tilted his head. “She walked in looking better than anyone here, and the only thing that came out of your mouth was that?”

The guy glanced nervously at his friends, but no one stepped in.

“You wanna stare?” Seong-je went on, voice calm, lethal. “Fine. Stare. But you open your mouth again, I’ll make sure you have to sip your drinks through a tube for the next two months.”

The guy paled.

Seong-je didn’t blink.

“You get one warning,” he added. “This was it.”

And then he turned around, calm as ever, and walked back.

She was still on the couch, eyes wide, drink untouched.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She blinked. “You didn’t hit him.”

He leaned down, brushing her cheek with his knuckles.

“I wanted to,” he said. “But you look too good tonight.”

His lips touched her temple.

“Didn’t wanna get blood on you.”

✮⋆˙

They left early.

By the time they got back home, the music from the party still rang in her ears, but the tension had long since melted into something warmer.

She dropped her heels by the door, toes flexing against the cool floor.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, voice trailing.

He turned from the kitchen counter, where he was pouring them both some water. “For what?”

“For always making me feel safe.”

He came closer, handing her the glass, and when she took it, he pulled her into his chest instead. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and he pressed a kiss into her hair.

“You don’t need me to feel safe,” he said softly. “You could kill a man with that heel if you wanted.”

She snorted into his hoodie.

“But,” he added, voice quieter now, “you never have to deal with any of that alone.”

Her hands tightened in the fabric.

He held her like that for a long time. No rush. No expectations. Just warmth and his heartbeat steady under her ear.

“I hate that they looked at you like that,” he said eventually.

“I don’t care anymore,” she whispered. “Because you looked at me like I was the only one in the room.”

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Hope you enjoyed it <3

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[mydemon-hero]

Okay, the dash thing threw me off because I do use my dashes like that XD. I thought it was normal to use spaces between your dashes.

How to spot AI use in fics: an unofficial & friendly guide (July 2025)

Hi everyone~ I don’t think this post will come as a surprise to anybody. It is a joint effort with @cb97percent—a lot of the research you see on here is hers. We spent a considerable amount of time trying to understand ChatGPT in order to recognize its patterns. It doesn’t mean, however, that it helped us understand the people who sit in front of it, feed it a few prompts to generate fics, and then post those fics as theirs on here or onto other online spaces. That, I will never fathom. 

But if you’re like me, like us, and like the few people who have voiced their wish to avoid those AI-assisted or AI-generated fics but have no idea what they might look like, this post might be for you. And… this other post, beautifully and eloquently put together by our very miss @cb97percent, shows a perhaps even darker side of the story. It displays GPT’s “personality”, and how people can spot it. (Because, yes—some of these accounts use it to interact with their audience)

It’s just tumblr, it’s just rpf/fanfic, why do I think it’s so important: because what happens in subculture spaces matters. What the audience chooses to read, to give notes/likes/reblogs/interactions to is a vote of sorts. You can see it as a form of election almost. What gets interactions prevails. So, readers cast their votes every day by scrolling the tags, sampling, reading, and then choosing to leave comments or interactions, or not. So if more and more people use AI to generate fics, post them on here, and if more of the audience gives them interactions, soon enough, it’s all that will remain on fanfic spaces. 

And what happens in subculture spaces usually shifts in culture. We are already seeing it. By allowing it to happen in our online spaces, our ao3, our tumblr, and others, we are saying: let it happen in our novels, too. In our films, our video games, our music, our visual arts. And while I realize it’s pretty much inevitable, I decided I would not be passive about it. 

So—a few tips to help notice AI-generated content in fics (but it got longer than I thought it would)

This is knowledge I gathered by running limited experiments primarily on ChatGPT and a little bit on Gemini. With time, those AIs will learn more and this post will be outdated for the most part. I am also NOT an expert at ALL. This is really just based on those experiments and the things I saw on tumblr or other fic spaces.

↬ Clinical language: Most fics are generated on ChatGPT. It has an unmistakable, clinical voice that mimics human emotion without actually breaching it—look for overly poetic sentences but short paragraphs + a lot of paragraphs breaks. The lyricism won't serve a purpose in the storytelling, it will be hollow. It's a strange feeling once you spot it: that line between clinical and lyric. Uncanny.

If you know me, you know I'm all for imagery and metaphors, but... The prompt here was two friends reunited after a long time + friends to lovers. Oh, and I should probably get this out of the way—GPT adores everything sacred and religious and holy. It might be an easy shortcut when there is yearning to be written—what else are you gonna do when you've never felt it or anything else?

You can see how quick it is to go from one thing to the other, there's no lingering on any emotion or feeling, just clean vocabulary, clinical, short sentences. And holy stuff. So much religious stuff.

↬ Dialogue tags: ask any seasoned author “how can I replace the ‘said’ dialogue tag and they’ll probably just tell you to use said. It's basically invisible and allows for a better flow in both reading and writing because it doesn't catch the eye. I found that ChatGPT sometimes used "said" and other times avoided it at all costs—there was no in-between. However, other times, it didn't really use any, since its sentences are so straightforward.

And then it will just throw any other words at you:

I've seen a lot—“You melt.” “You cling to him.” "He grins." All that stuff.

Also: This isn't something I can provide an example for because it's something you feel with your heart, but humans are awkward! They are uncomfortable in romantic or other situations. They have humor that relates to culture, to past experiences, to real life.

GPT is only creating an illusion of that. True love, but make it under 10k. To me, GPT's generated stuff feels like a collab between Hallmark movies and Booktok. It utilizes shortcuts to make readers think of emotions as opposed to authors who evoke them.

↬ Unusual text formatting: I’m aware that there have been trends on here with certain formatting styles with bold and italics for example. I’ve seen it in the last two-ish years in fics themselves, but in the last few months, with the growing use of AI, it’s exponential. 

How a human author would use italics: to emphasize a word in a sentence, when there is a written letter in a chapter (or even a text message), song lyrics, etc. You get it. 

How AI uses italics: Well, for a first, it uses it a lot. No, I mean, like. A LOT. It won’t just emphasize one word out of the sentence, it will emphasize entire parts of it using italics, which isn’t something that was ever typical in a novel-like genre before. Quick example: 

How a human author would use boldface: maybe to emphasize a word in a paragraph that's already italicized, or I know sometimes people use it to mark the passage of time/time jumps, etc. It's really not something you see a lot in the text itself otherwise, except for occasional stylistic choices with purpose, or in text message format again (or chat, like a social media AU etc), something of the sort.

How AI uses boldface: well. It uses it a lot. I've seen it in all sorts of ways. Randomly on a character's name, or the first time a character is mentioned in a story/chapter. Chatgpt uses boldface on character's names a lot. Or on words of a sentence that the AI considers "dark" or more harsh. Example:

(was that another religious metaphor? what a surprise!) But I think those examples speak for themselves.

What about the em dash? Everyone's talking about the em dash.

Yeah well—I'm a huge fan of the em dash. (the irony...) It's true that AIs use them a lot, but so do many authors including myself.

HOWEVER, I've noticed something, and it's that in many cases, humans use the em dash without spaces between the words—like this. And the AIs often put a space between the dash and the word — like that. Because you see one or the other doesn't necessarily prove anything, I know, but I still thought I'd mention it.

↬ Random indented text: This is also something that a human can do, I'm aware. But ChatGPT, by default, uses indented text a lot (which are 'blockquotes' over there). I think it's because at it's core, it's a research tool and it's more of a visual thing. It'll give you a paragraph and then emphasize something using an indentation, making it look like note-taking almost.

In the case of fiction, of a fic—it'll use that indentation on a dialogue often. To me, it feels like it's doing it for some sort of dramatic effect or something. As such:

(in this example, the prompt was simple: a handsome, mysterious man named Jinu 🤭 meets MC for the first time. I didn't input any other specifics regarding context. It seems GPT made the location some coffee shop, a common booktok trope.)

By the way, you can't make this up. You have it all here: the blockquote/indented text, the italics, the boldface, the vocabulary and succinct sentences...

⇉ Why it's important: When you copy paste directly from the GPT website onto tumblr, those blockquotes adopt the "Indented" text format from the tumblr text editor. By default—so it could be a decent indicator of AI-assisted or generated text that hasn't even been edited to look otherwise.

It looks like this.

↬ Oat milk? : There was no place for these observations in this post but it is almost humorous the way ChatGPT suggested or reused some of the same flavors and scents over and over during this experiment. If GPT was a real person, it would be really into coffees or teas with oat milk (often no ice for cold drinks, or extra hot for warm) and vetiver-centered scents. I don't know what to do with this information, but I cannot unsee it. It really likes eucalyptus too, tonka bean... I'm not sure what it means, but I truly cannot unsee it. #whowantsanoatmilkcappuccino

↬ The rate at which works are posted: It takes a lot of time to write 10k words, and that's before all the revising, formatting, making your post banners (if applicable) etc. To be able to release this much every week is any author's wet dream, which would be desirable by many readers. But there's decent speed, then there's inhuman.

We all want to be this productive—but is it actually realistic? Over extended periods of time? Without periods of quiet, of struggle? Could even Stephen King himself pull it off? Run a blog full-time, answer asks elaborately with all this formatting (btw, it does take time to format on tumblr if you're not just copy/pasting from GPT), upkeep lore posts about our fics (GPT loves lore, by the way. don't know why. it really wants to give you lore and build around its own scenes), have little to no downtime.

This is really just my personal opinion, but this is how I know my author is human. A lack of time. Struggles. A crack in the porcelain. Incomplete WIPs, genuine excitation over them though. Incomplete events—but still trying. Trying different things in different stories. A voice that is theirs. Having a voice in the first place.

Writing out of passion and not as a performative act.

So... A continuous flow of content and posts... would bring in a lot of readers, I'm sure. People want to be entertained. Constantly. They want content and they want it from a reliable source, somewhere they know they won't have to wait for the next chapter. But when things are too good to be true—sometimes, it just means they are not true.

In conclusion—if anybody even made it this far—it can be difficult to spot a GPT in the wild when you've never seen it, or never known that you've seen it. Hopefully, this and miss cb's post would have been any help to those for whom it is the case.

At the very least, I hope it made a few people aware that it is a situation that is happening not just in other places, other fandoms, or just hypothetically. It is very real. And it will have an impact on the culture that you will consume in the future. I would love to say that it's not to late to change things, but I'm not sure it would be true.

But maybe, by making people a little more aware, we can give their voices back to some human authors, those who use their souls as ink—not shortcuts.

If you did make it to here, thank you—thank you for caring about what you read, and for encouraging and supporting the people who write it.

[mydemon-hero]

This right here should be illegal, because I had just finally watched My Demon for the first time before KDH, and this comparison with the fact that (SPOILER WARNING) they were literally crying out for each other at the end of episode 15 had me SOBBING!

No cause.. *sobbing*

[mydemon-hero]

No bc who tf gave Felix and Han permission to look so fucking good? Illegal. Absolutely illegal. They should be fined as a risk to the public 🙏🙏

[mydemon-hero]

- [ Weak Hero ] -

Guem Seong-je

Triggers

[mydemon-hero]

Triggers

Seongje x reader

cw: 18+, starts off as steamy, detachment from sex, dissociating, I don't know if I'm missing any other trigger warnings so please let me know if I need to add any.

wc: 1346

side note: yes, he might be a bit ooc, but it's fiction.

—————

Everything was fine, at first.

        It started off slowly; they were in his room, he leaned back in his gaming chair, Baldur’s Gate 3 paused on his screen, she was nestled in his lap, head against his shoulder. It was peaceful; a rare instance for him, even rarer to her since their relationship began in the first place.

        But the tension grew, steadily but there. The moment he paused Baldur’s Gate, his hands left his mouse and keyboard and latched onto her hips, his head tossed back against his chair’s headrest, eyes shutting at her lips against his neck, her kisses soft against his skin.

        And the tension grew more, he moved them from his chair to his bed, hands hooked under her thighs, holding her up with every step before laying her down, pressing her back against his bed. His body hovered over hers, he kissed her with a sense of possessiveness, wanting, like he needed to devour her then and there.

        And at first, it was welcomed.

        Her hands were in his hair, tugging him closer, just as into it as he was—

        Until he pinned her wrists down.

        Now, to note, this wasn’t an uncommon thing in their bedroom life, it was always welcomed. They’ve been rough and passionate with each other, but always consenting.

        His lips trailed off from hers, along her jaw, to her neck… he kept her wrists pinned under one hand while the other slipped under her shirt, expecting the usual reaction he typically draws from her. But there was no reaction this time, she was quiet, too still…

        He drew back, a pit forming in his stomach as he saw the look on her face; blank, distant, like she had checked out mentally.

        “Angel?” He called out to her, his voice softer than normal, his hand loosened around her wrists as he waited for a response.

        He lets go completely when she doesn't respond to him.

        …

She hadn’t meant to shut down on him, especially not after being the one who initiated.

        She was into it at first, ready and willing, craving it even. But it was like a switch had been flipped when he grabbed her wrists and pinned — it wasn’t the first time, and she’s always been into it before, she never felt unsafe with him doing that, and even encouraged it a few times in the past.

        But this time felt different. When he grabbed her, she just felt… cold.

        She felt cold, like her body didn’t belong to her, like she wasn’t even human.

        About ten or so minutes later, she returns to her senses and realizes that nothing was happening.

        Clothes are still on, and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, away from her, cigarette lit between his fingers and a knee bouncing rapidly. His back is to her, shoulders tense like stone.

        “Seong-je?”

        His body tenses further, his head whips around to look at her, his eyes are wild and manic, several emotions coursing through him, blending into a fine blur that most wouldn’t be able to decipher. He wants an outlet, something he can channel into and let it all out, but there wasn’t an outlet in sight.

        She sat up, reaching for him. Before she could extend her arm fully, he’s up and off the bed, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

        Her heart sank. “S-Seong-je, I’m sorry, I don’t know—”

        “Don’t.” He cuts her off, back to her once again.

        She continues anyway. “I-I didn’t mean to ruin the mood—”

        “That’s what you’re worried about? The mood?” He laughs, his voice dark and bitter, cigarette crushed from how tightly it was gripped between his twitching fingers.

        She swallows. “... Seong-je—”

        He slams his hand down on his desk, monitors shake, picture frames above his desk rattle slightly. “No, shut up. Shut the fuck up— what is wrong with you?” He snaps, back still turned to her, his laugh now gone.

        Outbursts weren’t an unusual sight from him, she was used to it, mainly because their never really directed toward her. She’s been dating him long enough that she wasn’t phased by them at this point.

        It was his question that made her flinch.

        “I-I’m sorry, baby—”

        “That!” He whips around, and her heart cracks at his expression, wild still, and maybe if she was anyone else, she’d only see rage on his face. But she saw it, underneath the exterior, she saw what he felt in his eyes, clearer now; the worry, the… fear.

        He points an accusatory finger at her, “That right here. What the fuck is wrong with you that you’re the one apologizing? Huh?” He brings a hand up to run a hand through his hair. “What— Why? Why are you apologizing to me?”

        Guilt. Regret. Both emotions were as rare as worry and fear on him, but she sees it all in his eyes. 

        She looks at him confused, “Because you’re mad—”

        “At myself! Not you,” The hand running through his hair runs over his face next, “God— never you. I’ll never be mad at you, I’m mad at myself for making you feel like- like whatever that just was…”

        She doesn’t say anything ese, not at first. She can’t, not when he starts pacing and yanking at his own hair, muttering under his breath. “I shouldn’t have pushed, I should have checked—” She sees the way his hands flex in his hair, how they tighten around the strands, like he was gonna rip his hair out, like he wants to hit something but doesn't know what.

        He wants to fight.

        She climbs off the bed and walks up to him, ignoring how he tried to push her away at first, how he mutters, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.” She just wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her head against his chest.

        “It’s okay, I’m okay, it’s not your fault.”

        She can feel him shaking with emotions he couldn’t express, that he didn’t know how to express without violence.

        “... Fuck, I can’t even do this right,” He laughs bitterly again, voice shaking slightly, “I’m supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around.” He pulls back just enough to raise his hand, the motion is slow — hesitant — as he cups her face in his hands. He wets his lips, thumb brushing against her cheeks.  “... Are you okay? I didn’t mean to push you.”

        She knew how hard it was for him to ask that question. Before her, he was happy to burn the world to the ground, to break everything — anyone in his path. He wasn’t someone who did concern, he had no one but himself to be concerned about.

        Until her. She became the only person in his life that he doesn’t want to break. He would destroy everyone else in his path, he’d destroy himself, burn the world to the ground, but leave a section unscathed for her.

        She tilts her head back in his hands, looking up at him. “I’m okay, just…” She lets out a shaky breath, “I don’t know what happened. I was fine, I wanted to, then everything just felt cold.”

        He swallows hard, hands tightening against her cheeks, “... Baby, I’m sorry.”

        She shakes her head, “No, no, no, it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything bad or wrong,” She stands up on her tiptoes, pressing her forehead against hers, he presses back letting out a shaky breath of his own. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.”

        She could see it in his eyes that he didn't believe her, that he was blaming himself for her shutting down. He exhales slowly, letting go of her face and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “... Fuck, is this okay? Do you not want to be touched?”

        She responds by tightening her arms around his waist, face buried against the crook of his neck. “Don’t you dare let me go.” Her voice cracks, and he holds her as close as he can, pressing a tentative kiss to the top of her head.

—————

[mydemon-hero]

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Weak Hero

My Demon

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[mydemon-hero]

- [ Hello ] -

22 years old.

Content: Smut - Angst - Fluff - Hurt/Comfort

Requests: Unsure, I'll post when I'm taking requests.

I'm a slow updater, so if anyone does make a request, be prepared to wait.

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