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Themes based upon the fusion of USUKUS and other media franchises. This can include other AUs, such as Star Wars, Good Omens, Skyrim, and other TV shows/films/videogames. (* Due to the recency of the "Based On A Book" event, unfortunately we are disallowing book-based franchises. Please contact an admin if you would like to base your work on a series that originated as a book but is now multimedia, i.e. has a TV show.)

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Crossover/Fusion Rules - All variations of USUKUS are allowed, including but not limited to 2P, Nyotalia, Nekotalia, etc. - Non-English language media is allowed, however, the submitted works must be in English. >> We encourage you to select media that has an English option (dubbing, subtitled, iteration, etc.) so that people can appreciate your work as both a fanwork for USUKUS and the respective media. - Please try your best not to spoil any important plot, story, or character elements from the selected media. This is at your own discretion. - If the media you wish to select contains explicit material (referenced drug use, sexual activity), any work made for it will be marked as NSFW regardless of if your work contains any NSFW elements or not. >> If you are an underage writer or artist, any media selected that contains NSFW elements will NOT be accepted.

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Southern Nights and a Balled Up Shirt

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Summary: Queen Arthur Kirkland is joined by Army General Alfred Jones for the centenary Royal Southern Spadinan Tour.

Based on the song Southern Nights by Glenn Campbell for 2023 @usukustwiceperyear Zine: “I Love You Like A Love Song” hosted by the amazing and fantastic TheNarcolepticOne and VerusMayaii II!

Beta-ed by the magnificent @corvussei. Thank you so much friend!!!

Alfred Jones grasped the top of his hat to fan his face, blond eyelashes fluttering blissfully over flushed cheeks. Air sweeping across Southern Spades' dusty earth provided momentary cool. When it passed he pried open his eyes with great reluctance.

Replacing the wide-brimmed hat over sweaty hair Alfred peaked over his shoulder as a crumpled figure adorned with inadequate purple fabric swelled with breath.

"Have you ever felt a southern night like this, Your Majesty?"

"Gmungh." Alfred lazily dodged an unmotivated pinch.

No matter how many times Arthur Kirkland set foot in any of Spades’ southern regions, the monarch of an empire spanning several continents never could appropriately pack for the weather. Personal aids, Alfred himself, and Jack Yao’s cajoling to make the man see reason stood against the latest (urban) Spadian fashion.

They had no ghost of a chance in influencing Arthur’s packing.

Three hundred years of rule made anyone accustomed to prioritizing appearance- a ludicrous endeavor traversing lands like these, not running into another soul for days at a time.

"I know you’ve taken these tours before - the people need to see their leader every once and a while. Why pay taxes if you've never heard of the peeps representing you up at Parliament, amirite? Yao and I tried to tell you- YOUCH"

This time, Arthur’s pinch struck its victim with the invigorated purpose of its perpetrator.

“That’s what you get for being a smart-ass.” Arthur straightened and held his reins with more purpose, sniffing his way past America's horse. Eyes stared down his nose at the road. ”I refuse to be seen, the only Spadian royalty these people might ever meet in their eighty-odd years, gallivanting about wearing anything less than a proper shirt.”

He kicked out the leg closest to Alfred for inspection. Alfred smirked at the pristine pair of jeans Arthur submitted to at the castle, after Alfred took every opportunity they spoke to nail in the supreme importance of denim pants during their tour. “Look at these-these… these things,” the queen’s regal lip curled in distaste while Alfred’s eyes laughed behind his glasses. “You couldn’t understand, Alfred,” he intoned, concealing his amusement at Alfred’s scandalized expression.

Arthur continued, “As leader of my most excellent military, public appearance speaks well for Spades in your creased, town-to-earth glory. You need only slip into a uniform for ceremonies. Not present the best Spadian fashion in crisp, tailored form every waking moment.“

Alfred scoffed, stabbing a thumb towards his puffed chest, declaring, “My taste in fashion is the pinnacle of class and culture. With our Jack and Queen and every Royal Guard maintaining Spades’ image of fancy-schmancy puffs and ruffs, it all comes down on my shoulders to show the people that their government, too, drips hip and trendy with Timeless Togue.” (Famous Spadian magazine equivalent to Vogue).

This is why Arthur preferred summers in the capital. Unbearable heat was less unbearable with flash showers to cool the air and wet cobblestone, with morning fog to beat back the sun a few hours before it broke through. Arthur did not want to be here - would not be here but for Yao and Alfred’s insistence. The affection he felt now started budding years ago. He liked being near his Army General so much, it often frightened him.

Many Christannikas ago Arthur addressed a holiday card to his Army General’s office. Then existed a grudging hope in Arthur’s mind that the handsome and highest member of the Spadian Royal Guard should receive said card - unlikely given the honey blond’s habit of not staying in one place longer than duty demanded. A week later Alfred responded with his own motley card. From there, infrequent casual letters greeted their desks. The now-weathered papers signified their first non-diplomatic interactions.

Never terribly personal, but consistently cordial, their exchanges contained areas which held mutual interest: travel, gossip, which fashion trends were lively to survive the decade. Especially gossip. Which members of the military were boning which of Parliament, which international relationships exceeded diplomacy. Occasionally politics, and the general wellbeing of their respective personnel.

Alfred enjoyed his Queen’s company, his quips and snark and resilience in the face of struggle. He knew Spades stood stronger for their royalty (not always a constant in any monarch’s history) and respected Arthur, cared for his well-being.

Every hundred years, the Queen made tours through the southern regions, Spades’ most rural, sparsely-populated towns and farmland. Alfred spent many decades living in the South. Due to homesickness and knowledge of the terrain, combined with concern for his Queen and a desire to be with Arthur (a desire Alfred wasn’t completely conscious of), he offered early on to escort Arthur through this years’ Southern tour.

The Queen struggled to acclimate to the southern region’s dry, humid, dusty plains. His centenary “cultural tour” was a nightmare for someone accustomed to chill to moderate temperatures. Cowboy camping under the stars, baking under an unrelenting sun and swallowing mouthfuls of dust, and watching Alfred charm small-town Spadians with broad smiles, full pockets and good labor at every wooden welcome sign their horses trotted past was their life during the twelve weeks.

Arthur held town meetings, presented state of affairs with overconfidence, shook hands, handed out stickers designed with the Spadian Coat of Arms, answered basic questions, ate (and drank) well, slept in a proper bed, then left for the next town. It was a dull, sweltering business. On the off chance his neck was exposed, mosquitoes ate him alive.

Between towns the occasional tree, Alfred and the horses’ shadows, and the tall slabs of limestone speckling the landscape provided the only shade to be found. SPF 500 did nothing for Arthur’s cheeks and neck, baked a bright red with not even the beginning signs of a tan.

Alfred’s bronze complexion seems to laugh at him and the freckles which dotted his nose. “Freckles look healthy on you,” Alfred offered once, unprompted.

Within the first week, Arthur was ready to return to the Capitol City. Eleven weeks left.

Arthur would never admit to enjoying the sight of Alfred in his element, broad shoulders stretched out in the unconfined outdoors. If the brown and beige ground existed for anything, it was to provide a flattering background to Alfred’s portrait. An eagle riding the wind cast ethereal sun rays over his General, the light bouncing off his lenses so his expression seemed mature. Capable. His relaxed silhouette upon the horse looked free as a breeze.

It was hard to imagine Alfred indoors now that he’d seen him like this. The landscape, although dry and hot as all Oracle’s worst punishment, was beautiful. The clear skies and uncrowded sounds of nature were so different from the crowded stress of urban living and the rolling Spadian countryside he was familiar with. Plants adorned the land even in this heat. Their survival reminded him to straighten his back and keep his chin up. If these resilient plants wouldn’t be caught drooping in this damned heat, neither would he.

Arthur imagined his countryside estate, the twisting mountain range of paperwork bending the thick wood of his desk. Though he shouldn’t be capable of the sensation from deskwork alone, his back ached at the prospect of pouring over thousands of documents, of the weeks it would take to make up for this damned cultural tour.

“- An’ I had a hotshot blast right past my year just five years ago. Seafaring is hard work, Queen Arthur, I commend your take-over of the Royal Navy from my management. The people you selected to run really know what they’re doing, and it gives me a more comfortable bandwidth- Royal Army’s always gonna be my favorite, y’know. Anyways, after that hotshot tore through the beam over my head I swore I’d never step foot in another boat. Besides awful seasickness, I’d much rather kiss the earth goodbye than some crummy wooden deck.”

Arthur tuned into Alfred’s narrative. He raised an eyebrow, though Alfred couldn't have seen it behind him. “If I didn’t know you better, it sounds like you’re running from danger,” he said it was a slow shoulder roll to tell Alfred he was joking. “But I agree. It’s far better to have the Navy under more specified command, and as you know from my early days working as a captain under the previous Queen, I do so enjoy taking more of a role in Spades’ overseas trade.”

Alfred hummed, considering Arthur’s contribution. In casual conversation, Alfred’s expressiveness meant you could perceive him regardless of whether your eyes were on him. He could imagine Alfred tapping his stubble with a dusty, gloved finger, and he could hear the other hand drumming over his saddle. Arthur found the repetitive action more soothing than agitating. Which was… perhaps a strange thought. Arthur further imaged Alfred blue eyes peering at the back of his head behind their lenses, was somewhat disturbed by the detail in which he could recall the likeness. Lost in thought, an unnatural shifting of dust behind them alerted Arthur’s senses.

Gooseflesh rippled over Arthur’s back and he whipped his head around.

“BLAM!”

In a flash Alfred's firearm was pulled an inch from his nose into the belly of a blue wolf. Arthur's ears rang momentarily.

Silver blood met his tongue in the same moment he opened it in shock. So rarely could anything sneak up on him, much less magical beings. Their auras alerted Arthur miles away. Arthur perceived Alfred’s heightened breathing after the encounter and internally berated himself, so distracted by present company he’d endangered them.

Alfred was fussing over Arthur when he broke the silence. “By Oracle, man! Let’s get a wiggle on before we shoot more poor beasts.” He still couldn’t hear so well and fixed it with a thimble of magic. Much better.

Now thoroughly awake, Arthur took his Stallion round and broke into a trot, Alfred coming up alongside moments later. Both men breathed closely as they surveyed their surroundings, Alfred with his natural senses and Arthur with his magic, exhausted though he was. Whispering wind was equivalent to a scream in an otherwise silent landscape.

Alfred spoke, “Poor buddy musta lost his pack, looked awfully skinny.”

Arthur knew that, of course. Even predators as powerful as a blue wolf had to have been starving to attack two humans. On horseback, no less.

“There’s no town for miles, Your Majesty. I’ll start setting up camp.”

Even for the bureaucratically-resentful Alfred Jones, no one ordered monarchs to perform domestic tasks. As the Army General, a high agent of state, the man wouldn't dare ask Arthur to get off his ass and help.

But he wanted to.

A golden sun cast its remaining specks of heat over the horizon and a breeze picked at their skin - Alfred’s unsubtle eyes ran over their stash of firepacks (self-contained fires) before busying himself with the horses' care, their sleeping arrangement, and supper.

Arthur flicked his index and a spark of blue erupted in a circle of rocks, the fire spitting at the air. Arthur watched Alfred labor. When the sun fully set the Queen and Army General sat close, eating their sandwiches and soup in silence. After supper they laid on cots under a clear Southern sky, stars brighter than anything either man was used to in the light-polluted city.

Neither man said a word when Arthur abandoned his cot altogether and buried his nose against Alfred’s warm neck. A chill swept the land, and Alfred had heat to spare.

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When morning broke their bags were already packed.

Arthur shrugged into his warm long-sleeved, navy blue shirt (the coolest he’d brought) and felt sweat pouring from his pits before he saddled his horse. They went an hour before Alfred stopped them.

Arthur dismounted without question, already exhausted from the heat, irritated by the warm dampness of his torso, and sleepy from getting up earlier than usual.

He didn’t realize what was happening until Alfred’s hand offered a baby blue, light-weight shirt. Arthur looked up into Alfred’s smiling, slightly anxious face. “No use overheating when I packed plenty of tops.”

Arthur didn’t bother to fight that sound statement. He felt beyond grateful as he took the shirts from Alfred’s hands, but the day he displayed weakness to Alfred-Golden-Chucking-Jones was the day his heart stopped.

“Thank you, Jones.” His fingers reached the button over his collarbone on the queen's damp shirt, and Alfred’s ears turned a funny shade of red. He looked away, pretending to watch a cloudless sky and chattering nonsense while Arthur changed.

“King Ivan and Francis’ dispute over Campbell River’s gone south- well not actually but, like, figuratively, y-know. Anyways, the last town we stopped at had a few telegraphs from General Maisie. She’s got a few squadrons keeping an eye on things and looking after Spadian press- not to mention Francis feels safer with someone other than his and Ivan’s men to back up stories if shit really goes down. It’s worse than when we left, not sure quite how bad but we’re gonna have our work cut out when we return to the capital. Fact, I might be flying right back out. Real glad I was able to join you out here through, Yer Majesty. I woulda been worried if anyone else were out here guarding during your tour,” Alfred flicked one eye down to Arthur, who was just buttoning the last shirt.

“Does it feel better?” he asked.

Arthur moved around a bit. The shoulders looked ridiculous and it was very roomy, but he felt a million times better than he had inside that stuffy dress shirt. The collar smelled like Alfred. He was warm for an entirely different reason now, but he ignored it.

“Much,” he paused before adding. “You might know more than I do, right now. Yao insisted I take this tour as a break from diplomacy beyond interacting with these people. He must realize this forced ignorance only causes me more pain. But… it is a possibility we might be taking a more physical presence as Diamond’s ally if this dispute broadens.”

Alfred nodded, still flustered. For a man who didn’t hesitate to take off his own shirt during sparring practices, he went awfully red at the sight of Artur’s bare neck.

They had, of course, engaged in physical relations once or twice. Perhaps, Arthur admitted, with occasions ranging in the 50s (56 times, he knew. But who was counting?). After working alongside one another for over 100 years, who doesn't want to release a bit of tension after a stressful meeting, then and again? Or after a particularly merry holiday ball, or an unplanned run-in in an otherwise empty meeting room?

The detail that neither of these men knew was that this boning had been monogamous. Neither Alfred nor Arthur had engaged with, nor desired, another sexual partner in all their years of intimacy.

As they continued their ride along the humid landscape, Arthur’s gratefulness for Alfred lending his shirt expanded with every breeze which broke through the loose collar and cooled his skin. By the afternoon, thanks to their early start, they reached the next town and conducted their usual business with its population.

The inn-keeper set down a heaping plate of sauteed vegetables and shredded chicken with a liberal portion of gravy, eaten over corn muffins fresh from the oven and slathered with butter before the Spadian officials. They watched behind the counter with a prideful expression as Alfred tore into it with his usual gusto and the Queen polished his own portion at a slower pace, humming appreciatively.

Arthur didn’t bother interrupting Alfred’s fork romance with conversation and took his chewing breaks to watch Alfred enjoy himself. To see someone as expressive as his General unabashedly taking pleasure in a simple, good meal made the Queen’s breast grow warmer than any spiced brandy could hope to. Once you worked past Alfred’s generally animalistic method of consumption (which didn’t include a whole lot of chewing) it was a gratifying sight to see another human take such delight.

The night’s inn, the Blue Wolf, was better than most Arthur had slept in. The hesitant knock on his door was expected and he opened it in the nude, hand on hip and swung Alfred shirt, held between his two hands, around the Army General’s neck.

“These Southern nights felt so good, Your Majesty,” Alfred breathed against Arthur’s forehead, “Wish I could…”

Arthur pulled him inside.

“Bit warm, luv.” Arthur teased gently, “And… you can.”

Alfred shut the door behind him.

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Rock 'n' Royal

Words: 20,000

Summary: Arthur Kirkland had it all: a successful band, a loyal fanbase, and a celebrity-crush on the Prince of Spades that he would never act on - until a small spade-shaped mark appeared on his skin. Amongst the chaos of being dragged off to the royal palace, learning the behaviours and whatnot of a future Queen, and trying to find his place in this new world he's been thrown into, how will he deal with his mixed emotions for Prince Alfred?

Based on the song My Love by Florence + The Machine for the first of two @usukustwiceperyear events, "I Love You Like A Love Song"

Not beta'd, but occasionally test-read by the lovely VerusMaya 🩷

Below you can find an excerpt - I hope you forgive me for not leaving the full 20K here.

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Arthur picked at his dinner with an expression so utterly dour and miserable, one might have thought his entrée had consisted of attending a funeral.

The salmon was cooked to the point of perfection, with crunchy skin and flesh soft enough to tear apart with a fork - which was, coincidentally, what Arthur was doing at that moment. What was left over was no more than a pile of some shredded substance that only vaguely resembled fish. The salad the poor creature had been served alongside lay discarded at the edge of the plate.

A soft ahem from the other end of the table interrupted his maltreatment of the salmon and made him look up from the gold-rimmed plate before him.

Beyond miles upon miles of starched tablecloth, two candelabras and the myriad of cutlery surrounding his plate, Alfred Jones sat in silence. He was visibly uncomfortable with their situation, not that either of them would have been able to describe this mess they found themselves in.

The prince cleared his throat a second time. Arthur met his eyes, gaze caught halfway between a glare and something just as uneasy as the expression he was faced with.

“So, Arthur…” The way he spoke his name sounded as though he was still learning to pronounce it, clumsy in the way it rolled off his tongue. “How do you feel?”

Arthur averted his eyes, picking up some of the remnants of his meal with the innermost of the forks surrounding his plate. His brows furrowed as he took a bite simply to make that uncomfortable silence last, to make the prince stew in it just a little longer.

“Oh, I don’t know, Your Highness,” he mused, not bothering to hide his hostility even as he gave Alfred a smile as sickeningly sweet as the wine. “How would you feel if you were in my situation?"

If he could have, Alfred would have run away; that much was obvious. Good. Maybe he’d run away so far the kingdom forgot all about this marriage mess. Arthur would be able to go back to how things had been before.

“I… I think I’d feel anxious.”

“Pardon?”

The Prince of Spades bit his lip, suddenly overtaken by an incredible interest in one of the candles between them. A moment passed as Alfred watched a single droplet of wax crawl down along the candlestick.

Arthur raised a brow. “Pardon the impudence, Your Highness, but could you perhaps repeat that?” he asked a second time.

For a split second their gazes met, and Arthur could see a familiar softness in the way Alfred looked at him, a kindness that had drawn him in from the very first time he’d ever seen the crown prince of the Spadian monarchy. How stupid he’d been.

Alfred Jones was as much of a spoilt brat as any kid at a private school, any 20-something intern in daddy’s law firm, any politician.

“I said that I’d- I’d probably feel anxious, if I was in your shoes,” Alfred repeated. “I-I mean, I’m anxious right now, so I can’t even imagine what you must be feeling like.”

He gave Arthur a smile, nowhere near as bright as the one he, like anybody else in the kingdom, knew so well. It looked dim, pitiful. Like Alfred was trying too hard.

Arthur snorted. “Of course not,” he replied bitterly. “Of course you can’t. You haven’t watched your dreams die through a car window, have you? You’ve never had to take care of yourself or reach your goals on your own, you’ve never even set a foot outside this damn castle of yours!”

With a sharp glare across the table he said: “You have no idea what I feel like, just like you have no idea what your kingdom is like.”

The prince stared at him with an expression as empty as the yawning abyss inside of Arthur. Alfred had paled more with each word that passed Arthur’s lips, as though the venom in them had entered his bloodstream. His face was the colour of the tablecloth, his fingers clawed into the fabric of his napkin.

So why was it that Arthur didn’t feel content?

“I… I see,” Alfred said. He set down his fork and knife, seeking out Arthur’s eyes again. Arthur avoided his gaze, burning a hole into the opposing wall with his stare alone. At last Alfred spoke up again: “Tell me, then. Please.”

“Tell you what?” Arthur asked flippantly, putting down his cutlery as well. He hadn’t been hungry to begin with, but this conversation was rapidly draining whatever appetite he might have felt. Inside of him there was nothing left but the scorching anger that seemed to sear his veins from within.

He was burning, furious like he’d never been, if only underneath the cold, still as stone surface. So why did Arthur look up again? Why did he meet those bright eyes again?

Why did he hope to find Alfred looking back at him?

Alfred did, if only for a moment. “Tell me about what it’s like,” he said, pleaded. “I want to know more about you, what it was like for you.”

Again there was this terrible honesty in his gaze, the look of a man who had never told a lie, never been dishonest. But Arthur wanted him to be. He wanted Alfred to be dishonest, wanted him to be mad, as angry as Arthur was. He wanted him to lie and to scream, anything so Arthur could be mad at him for a little while longer.

Anything so he could push those persistent feelings back down into the deepest, darkest depths of his heart, as though they hadn’t existed in the first place.

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my submission for @usukustwiceperyear :) the song is Beautiful World by Westlife

I'm not even entirely sure myself how to describe in words why I think of them when I hear this song, it just is. Even though it isn't the "point" of the song I'd like to think "yeah (going through all of that shit, and still being able to forgive the other, enjoying life along the way) that's just how they are"

also around the time I made this I figured out clip studio paint has a timelapse feature

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usuknetwork · 8 months

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Here’s my piece for @usukustwiceperyear “Love You Like a Love Song” theme!!

> Link to the full collection The song I chose is Telepath by Conan Gray ~ It’s the first time I join one of these events and draw these two together in a very long time, I hope I did well—

(cropped version for deets under the cut)

#usukustwiceperyear #usukus #hetalia #hetalia world series #hws america #hws england #ヘタリア #usuk #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland

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usuknetwork · 9 months

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RELEASE:

USUKUS Twice Per Year 2023-1: "I Love You Like A Love Song"

With profuse apologies for the extended delay, we now present to you the release of the first half event! Featuring 9 fanfics and 12 fanarts by 19 dedicated creators, this collection clocks in at a whopping 202 pages. Please enjoy the incredible fruits of everyone's labor, and make sure to listen to the real Spotify playlist set up with the songs that inspired it all!

EDIT: Due to an error, a v2 has been released! The link above is updated to the most recent version. Apologies!

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2023 Theme Winners & Event-Specific Rules

Poll results are in, and you guys have chosen "I Love You Like A Love Song" and "Crossing Over" for 2023's events! As a reminder, here are the definitions of these two themes.

"I Love You Like A Love Song": Themes based upon songs, lyrics, or melodies. "Crossing Over": Themes based upon the crossover or fusion of Hetalia and other media franchises. This can include other AUs, such as Star Wars, Harry Potter, and other TV shows/films/videogames. Each half will have its own rules and requirements, to keep things in-theme and on-topic. See below for the first half's rules. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Event-specific Rules

Part 1: I Love You Like A Love Song General - Progress updates are required monthly for the next 3 months before works are due. More details on this will be announced in the sign-up form. About Songs - Every submission must be based off an existing song. Any music genre is allowed, not necessarily just love songs. - All songs must be submitted to the admin team ahead of time so they can be reviewed and approved. If you want to change your song choice at any point during the creation period, let us know ahead of time so we have time to review it. - All songs should be available on both Spotify and YouTube. This is because we intend to make a playlist for this event on these services, and to have everything available would be awesome to make a full playlist possible. - The admins reserve the right to reject any songs chosen by creators, and categorize submissions as NSFW at our discretion. - If there are questions regarding songs you might want to consider, please let the admins know via Discord, e-mail, Twitter DM or Ask on Tumblr. We'll help you! Song Restrictions - Lyric-less/instrumental songs are allowed. - Non-English-language songs are allowed, but please supply the admins a translation if available. - Songs taken from non-traditional or exclusive sources such as movies and video games are allowed. - Songs that contain profanity are allowed. However, any songs that contain racial profanity are NOT allowed. Please use your discretion when picking a song. - Any songs that discuss the use of illicit drugs or sexual activity, either directly or through euphemism, will be marked as NSFW. This applies regardless if the content made for it is SFW. - If you are an underage writer or artist (under the age of 18), any songs that contain NSFW elements will be NOT accepted. - If the song you want to use contains explicit material (referenced drug use or sexual activity) in its music video, any content made for it will be marked as NSFW. - If the song you want to use is part of a series of songs, such as a musical or album, you must only use material that is covered in the selected song. Writer-specific Rules - It is alright to use music lyrics within the fiction itself, but try your best not to just copy/paste whole stanzas as this can be considered plagiarism. - You are allowed to base your story upon your song's music video, but we do strongly recommend that you make your own independent story instead of copying the MV's story entirely. Artist-specific Rules - Outfits and poses/scenes that are used within your song's music video are allowed. However, use any visuals at your discretion as this can be considered plagiarism. - The above also applies to both SFW and NSFW videos.

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