Possible New AO3 Tags!!
So, I think we all know that the ao3 tag situation is...not ideal. You have basically two choices for tags: Age Regression/De-aging (which is technically meant for physically regressed/de-aged characters, not agere) or Non-sexual Age Play (which is...the wrong thing). Both of these tags are inaccurate for our community, but we have used them because its as close as we can get. It's even gotten to the point where Age Regression/De-aging has wrangled everything under the sun for agere (agere, age regression, regression, and every tag we make complaining about our tag situation). So! I have two possibilities for new tags we can use!
🧸Inner Child Therapy🧸
this one is probably the most obvious choice? at least it is to me lol inner child therapy is another, more clinical name for agere, so it would be a good choice. it's also not currently used for anything on ao3 (Healing the Inner Child is a tag, but not currently one with more than i think 3 fics, and it's not a common tag, so it would more than likely get wrangled, but I think it'd be okay)
with this one, we would also have the option to use secondary tags like we use with Age Regression/De-aging currently (think how a lot of fics use "Age Regression Little [Character]" tags, we could use something like "Inner Child Little [Character]" instead)
i think inner child therapy as a term would also help with the stigma around agere because it really...can't be confused with anything else? not as far as i can make out anyway lol
a con toward this would be that not many ppl currently know this as a term, and therefore it would be hard to implement
🖍Crayonfic🖍
i just think this one is cute. like we're all just out here writing our fics in crayon to share with each other hehe
in my head, this would even be able to include a whole tagging system using diff crayon colors to mean different things (when i was thinking of this concept, i was thinking along the lines of pink crayon = fluff, blue = angst, green = whump, purple = romantic, orange = platonic, white = diapers, etc etc etc etc)
it just so cute in my head lol, and it would definitely be easy to separate from the current tags
a con toward this one is just that it could be confusing to try to implement and i could see it getting wildly out of hand and complicated if we aren't careful with it
No matter what, it will absolutely be a struggle to change tags to get away from what we have right now. In order for any sort of new tag, one of these or something else, to work we would all have to agree not to crosstag. When tagging fics, you would *not* be able to tag it with the old tags and one of the new ones because it would more than likely result in the new tag getting wrangled and then we're back to square one. It would have to be a community effort to get it explained *why* things are different, now, and how to find fics. It would also be a struggle to get authors of older works to maybe switch their tags out so that new readers can find them more easily under a new tag.
These are just my ideas, and I'd love to open the discussion up to you guys!! If there's any other ideas for tags, I'd love to hear them!!!
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I am BEGGING for some good ol' gustav fluff. I will take absolutely anything, my bbg needs sum love. Thank you mwah<3
(hello! Thank you for your requests and I love Gustav a bunch so here ya go! Enjoy!)
Gustav Schäfer Fluff HC'S
I feel like he could be the best boyfriend you could ever have
Probably is the guy to be big and good with communication
Like if you're upset and the type to just say "I'm fine."
He's just like "No, you're not. What's the matter?"
He just wants to hear what's going on and if you have daddy and mommy issues like me, it's absolutely shocking
He gives the best hugs I feel
Like a full on enveloping hug and a small kiss on the head
It's the hugs that sorta feel so comforting like a pillow and also one you wanna fall asleep in
He is the one to legit do anything as long as it involved being with you
You wanna go get shit faced?
He's fucking in!
You wanna prank the band?
He's down!
Sometimes being in a band gets overwhelming and being famous at such a young age
So he finds comfort in being able to go to you!
Staying up all night with this man in a hotel room is a must
When you guys were younger you would prank call so many people
Making pillow forts no matter how old you guys got
It's practically a tradition
I feel like he was very upfront when you guys confessed feelings
He didn't want to hide them and maybe miss out on his chance of being with you
Luckily, he got it!
Boy is not letting go now
You guys on the tour bus are always found sleeping somehow
You guys just nap in the weirdest positions but always look so comfortable
Like he's sleeping on his back, your back to his chest as you both have a blanket over y'all and are just passed out
Bill is like y'all's adopted child
Y'know those Tiktoks of a friend tagging along with their two friends who are dating and the audio is like "Mama e papa, Mama e papa."
That's Bill with you guys all the time!
He is very responsible I feel but also can be immature
You two are messing around with each other in interviews a lot
He's more quiet and if you're outgoing it's a cute little trope
He honestly feels though it was a perfect match if you're more quiet and reserved like him
He likes the calm sometimes but he also loves the chaos
He and you try out new restaurants a lot as dates and somehow it always is fun
You guys have gotten into it sm that you guys have had ppl staring at you guys as you die laughing
You guys laugh so hard sometimes the laughs turn silent and ppl are genuinely concerned
To stop you from talking in like interviews if you're saying something and you guys are bickering, he puts his hat on your head and covers your face with it going "shush"
He's got strong emotions so if you can handle that, great!
He would never want you to feel uncomfortable
If you're one to not really be in touch with emotions like I am, if you just find it hard due to how you grew up or shit like that, since he has such strong ones I feel like he would help you with that
Showing you it's okay to have your own emotions
He can be such a sweetheart
Literally never forgetting even the little details about you
Can remember everything to what you first said to him when you guys met all the way to present day
He stays in the back but you can always be seen trying not to burst out laughing
Why?
Because he whispering shit in your ear about anything and everything
He says the most random shit and he is somehow so passionate about that random shit you can't help but die
He says the most random and rancid things that sometimes you just have to stare for a minute
He is such a goofball
Can make you laugh at any given time of any day
Will poke you and make jokes if you're upset until you laugh
He can be so insulting without meaning to be
Especially when he just doesn't think before he says stuff
He has shocked himself sometimes with what he says
He loves the little thing, the big things, you entirely, and practically everything that comes with you!
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the less time the better. pt 8.
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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader
summary: days have passed since the kiss you shared with heimdall, and while you try to figure out what it means for your relationship— the group prepares for war.. and suffers a massive loss.
notes: this chapter is just straight angst. sorry in advance but it was a necessary evil.... ignore any plot holes please..... and also please let me know if you want to be tagged in this series! my taglist is really old and im sure ppl have lost interest, so let me know if you want to be removed as well.
you awoke from your sleep with a jolt. you had never gotten used to the rough feeling of wood pressed against your skin as you slept. even if it was the same material you usually slept on while you were home in midgard, your circumstances were different. back then, you didn't have to worry about a war with one of the most powerful gods in the realms. you only had to worry about what to make for dinner. now, you had much more to think about. including your strange relationship with the god of foresight, heimdall.
a part of you still regretted taking his wrist in your hand that day. it still wasn't that long ago, but you wondered how different things would be now if you hadn't.
the atmosphere was tense in the house. you swore there had been maybe 20 words spoken between everyone. people looked over their shoulder, wary of heimdall's every move. in a way, you couldn't blame them. after all, he was odin's son. the son of the man who had ruined their entire lives, and he had yet to state his side. but he wasn't fighting, either. ever since he had arrived.. you noticed that. he never fought the idea of being used as leverage. after your conversation. you supposed you understood why.
ratatoskr had since found out of heimdall's presence on his tree, and he was less than happy about it. but still, he had remained polite despite his grievances. you did notice how he seemed to be around less, though. you couldn't help but to assume that was due to heimdall.
freyr hadn't gotten any used to him being around, and you didn't think he ever would. he was quieter— less himself. you hated seeing him that way.. but the vote you had made days prior was a fair one. you thought he had trouble seeing him as anything but a member of the family who burned him. he couldn't even see him as leverage.
your father jumped into gear the morning after. he was completely prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect atreus.. and yourself, by extension. you knew little of his time in his homeland. it was something he didn't speak of much, but you did know he killed gods there. he seemed ready to have to do it again, but not at all eager about it.
"none of us are safe, even here." tyr murmured from where he sat at the end of of the table. it was far too small for him, and his knees hit at the wood on the edges, but it was almost a funny sight. "so we have no choice." freya responded simply. "we find surtr, sound gjallarhorn, and bring odin to justice. now."
you glanced uncomfortably over your shoulder at heimdall, who stared blankly at the group from where he stood, leaning against the wall. you watched as his hand fell to the horn on his hip.
"you'd incinerate every soul in asgard and call it self defense?"
"does he ever suggest plans or just crap on everyone elses?" freyr murmured, leaning back against the table in the kitchen.
"the obvious plan is staring you in the face," tyr ignored him, "we don't need odin to use this. we can slip into asgard and do it ourselves, right under his nose. we gain the knowledge we need to shatter his prophecy of war once and for all."
"except— begging your pardon— you don't have a way into asgard." sindri replied.
"they got the big horn, don't they?" brok called out from their working space.
"oh, so you expect them to sneak into asgard blowing a horn that sounds across all the realms?"
"i expect you to bite my blue buttcheek!"
"please. just.. think about it." tyr said.
you watched as atreus sat the mask down on the table. you had let him look at it. he had read the runes, inspected the design.. but nothing seemed to make sense outside of that crack you had told him about that odin had in his basement. your father sat mimir down next to it.
"this mask," he started, picking it up. "the easy answers that it promises. i know this.. shortcuts always have a price."
he turned his focus to you, brows knitted together. this expression that he wore wasn't one you saw often. he was worried. "you have carried it. what do you think?" he asked.
you let out a breath. "i don't know. at best.. it's a chance." you said with a shrug of your shoulders. you didn't know what it was or what it entailed, but you knew it was important to odin. "if nothing else, it's leverage. we have something he wants. if it really gives us all the answers, maybe no one has to die."
"grand. now all we need's a way to asgard." mimir replied simply.
you watched as your father's gaze shifted to tyr, and hesitantly, so did yours. "i know i've been a burden to you all," he started, readjusting himself in the seat, "i know you've questioned why you even pulled me out of that hole. i have too."
he stood, walking around the table. something changed in his stride. you wondered where his sudden boost of confidence seemed to come from. but maybe this was what you needed. "i have too. but it's clear now. this is what i'm needed for. this is my purpose. one last time. i will pick up my spear and.. i will lead us to asgard."
"'scuse me, but if you got a way to asgard, where's that idea been this whole fuckin' while?" brok asked.
"that's.. rather a fair question, brother."
"you.. withheld asgard?" your father asked, pushing himself to his feet. something in his eyes shifted. anger. you recognized that look all too well.
"you would've gotten us all killed. and we needed to give the champion time to find their destiny. here it is." tyr picked up the mask off the table, and you shrunk into yourself. you hated being called the champion. it didn't feel like you, really.
"it's all led to this."
"if we can get inside, i'm going after odin." freya said.
"i will not stop you. we can do both."
"spot on, brother. if the mask doesn't give us an out, we'll still have the drop on him."
"works for me." freyr spoke through his food.
"let's do it, then."
"and quickly, before he sees us coming."
"he does hate surprises."
you looked back over at heimdall, who had silently gotten much closer to you while you were involved in the conversation. he stood a foot or so behind you, brows knitted together. "heimdall," you started, cutting off anyone else from speaking before they even could. "is there.. another way into asgard?"
he looked over at you, then back at tyr. his eyes were filled with something else, something you couldn't exactly pinpoint.
"no." he replied after a pause, staring at the taller god. the rest of the group only stared at him.
"i still wanna hear the details on this, uh, new way to asgard you got. spill it!" brok said after a moment. if anyone knew another way to asgard out of everyone in the room, it would've been heimdall. he wouldn't have lied, would he? was that something he would do to you after everything that happened the other night? you decided not to think about it.
"it's an ancient path. we can't reach it from here." tyr said, moving around brok to continue walking.
"where then?" he pushed, following after him quickly.
"let me collect my things and i'll show you." tyr replied frustratedly. you furrowed your eyebrows together. brok was right. something about this just.. wasn't making sense.
"you ain't got no things. and where you goin' with that mask?" he smacked it out of tyr's hand, and you watched as it went flying. "that belongs to y/n, they earned it! all you done was make passable dirt soup!"
"brok, it's okay." you muttered in an attempt to de-escalate whatever you were watching unfold. "no, it ain't." he responds without missing a beat. "this ain't right. all the pieces ain't weldin' together true. like, what's with him calling you, 'loki,' anyway?" brok asked, turning his gaze to atreus.
now that he had mentioned it.. you had never heard tyr call him atreus. he had only called him loki. the name your mother gave for him to the giants. no one had ever called him loki.
"you know that ain't his name! hey, i'm talkin' to you!"
"do you NEVER shut up?"
you watched as tyr shifted into someone else. odin. his knife dug into brok, completely tearing through his clothing and diving into his skin. the weapon was covered in his blood, and you could only watched as he fell to the floor. "brok!" sindri called, kneeling at his side.
behind you, you could feel heimdall drawing his weapon. his eyes lingered on the scene before him. this is what odin did to people. this is what he would've done to him, had he stayed.
in your state of shock, odin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the knife that was just used to stab brok held at the skin of your neck. he pulled you backwards, and even though you resisted, you knew it was ultimately no good. would you die here? would brok?
"of all the things.." odin murmured.
"odin." your father said, anger filling his eyes.
"let go and face me!" freya called, sword held in her hand. freyr stood at her side, and atreus at the other. heimdall took a place by your father. despite the risk of your life ending, you stared at him. he was facing his father. he had his sword drawn, his brows furrowed together. this was an expression you had never seen on his face before. anger.
"tell your brother to throw me the mask, and you've got a deal." odin said.
"stop moving."
"freya!" sindri called out, eyes focused on his dying brother. you wanted to sob. you wanted to do anything but be here in the grasp of the man you hated the most.
"if he dies.."
"now, now. wasn't part of the plan. but if he dies.." odin's gaze shifted to his son. "we are square for heimdall. and honestly, you got a bargain."
"i will kill you. plan on that."
"so nice spending time with you again."
"freya, please!" sindri begged, finally looking up at her.
"ah ah ah. can't be in two places at once, frigg."
freya shifted backwards, kneeling at brok's side. freyr stepped over, and with him, so did heimdall.
"hey, i don't move, you don't move. don't do anything you'll regret."
"i regret many things. killing you will not be one of them."
"i am in control here!" odin yelled. "throw me the mask, now!"
you watched as your father's gaze shifted from you to atreus, to freyr. he threw the mask after what felt like the longest few seconds of your life, and you lurched out of the allfather's grasp. atreus leaped at him, taking the form of a wolf as he did so. he was shoved out of the way, and he picked the mask up off of the floor.
"too bad." he said, looking directly at you. "looks like war after all."
as he stepped backwards into the doorway, your father hurled a spear at him. you hadn't seen this weapon before, but that was the least of your concerns. the tip of the spear pinned the mask against the wall, and odin slipped out of view. you breathed out a sigh of relief.. but that didn't last for long. you turned around and the view of brok and sindri together on the floor only broke your heart once again.
"please, you have to save him. you have to." sindri said, watching as freya tried her best to heal him. your heart sank into your stomach. there was nothing more she could do, and brok knew it. "he can't.. you can't.. maybe if i go back to the lake.."
"stop it. i know what you done. and i forgives ya. but y'gotta stop. y'gotta let go."
"brok?"
sindri stared down at his brother, now lifeless in his arms. he looked towards the ceiling, and disappeared.
"this.. whole time?" atreus murmured.
freyr appeared at your side, extending the mask out. you stared at it for a moment, before looking up at him. you took it out of his hands, your fingers pressing against it. you hated this thing. it took everything in you to not just destroy it right now.
"so.. what do we do now?" he questioned.
"now..?" freya repeated. she paused, picking up her sword. "now we kill odin. and anyone who gets in our way."
"atreus. y/n. come." your father said.
"what? where?" atreus asked.
"it does not matter." he muttered. you had never seen him look so.. defeated. you felt it too, but he was always so good at hiding how he felt. seeing him like this only hurt you further. brok meant a great deal to him, and you knew that. he meant a great deal to you, too.
"where are you going?" freya said.
"we are done."
he walked away and you were left standing with everyone else, watching as he turned to the door. you took in a deep breath. you squeezed your eyes closed, but followed after him. you stopped after a second, turning to look at heimdall.
you pressed the mask into his hands. "i'll be back." you said, your voice coarse. your throat felt dry. you wanted to scream. you wanted to cry. you probably would. but not right now.
you turned away from him, and followed after your father and brother wordlessly.
"you can't run away from this, kratos. odin won't stop until we stop him!" freya called after him, but her words were only meant with silence.
he pushed open the door, and you stepped onto the yggdrasil.
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hi! im one of tama's friends and i saw that you "addresed" the thing about her being a minor and you hinted that she may have a bad influence at school or at home which i find kinda rude tbh and making a topic well known where a minor is included its kinda hypocrite too bc she already said that some people have attacked her in her inbox (which i have proof) and even emi (emisloves) herself has insulted her publicly by calling her slurs. i would be so grateful if you and the other people in enhablr that are interesed in the topic let it go for once.
not trying to be rude to you bc youre actually vv sweet but, how would you feel if people were in your inbox constantly asking your age (which they alr know) and leaving passive-aggressive asks?
all those people who find it weird enough to see a 15yo reading/writing smut should start taking a walk every morning or in their free time. yall do not know tama at all and how shes doing to be assuming she has some problems to be interacting with written smut, what yall should focus on should be on how not to expose a minor knowing damn well any kind of people are going to end in her blog and anything can happen.
hi there!
first of all, i apologize for saying she had a bad influence at school or at home; nevertheless i did not state that she does. I said maybe, and i'm simply assuming it because ppl are frequently impacted by what we can consider to be terrible things maybe at school, at home, or on social media.
secondly, abt the hypocrisy, i am just doing my job by addressing this matter as best as i can. As for those ppl, i can't stop them from doing that. If I really do take down the post related to this matter, some people would still come into her inbox, and send hate messages. I can say, that by taking down the post, it will reduce the number of hate messages she recieves, but what about emi's post? i believe emi has a lot of fans who will always check her acc and eventually, will see the posts related to tama there.
thirdly, i actually don't find it completely odd. maybe in 50% ? because i thought abt this : if they are 15 years old, and they interacted with nsfw stuffs, what's different when they're 18 years old later? Is it wrong if a 15 years old does it? and i observed a lot of opinions stating that's not good because they can't think clearly, or it can affects their lives. And i believe, they are overly concerned about the possibility of them falling into something unsuitable for their age such as s*x, is high.
fourthly, i'd like to apologize for anything i said, that may have affected some people, upset some people, or made some people think i was impolite. I'm really sorry; if i don't remove this post, people will send you negative and harsh messages, tama. I definitely need some time to think. But i believe tama is a strong girl, a strong person, and has changed. So, everyone out there, please stop sending her hate message since she' has quit writing smuts for now.
let me know what your opinions! should i remove the post? or keep it?
tagging some moots to help me decide :
@dollyhoon @amorek1m @yuvany @eunimaybe @regularsuh
@ikeuberri @chaconnenha @haerni @cupidriki @flwrstqr
@mioons @heeblurs @wonsprincess @kairoot @miumura
@sunrenity @kissofhoon @dollyrin @enhas-lvr
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