Yeah, Same Tbh. Like, I Tend To Tag Everything Out Of Paranoia Because Anything Can Be Someone's Big

Yeah, same tbh. Like, I tend to tag everything out of paranoia because anything can be someone's big red no button ya know?

Buuuut also as someone who tends to hunt specific tags when the mood strikes, I appreciate the easier searchability that tagging everyrhing gives. Plus, like they said, it's advertising! You are your work's Circus Barker.

And some tags actually draw people outta pure curiosity. I tagged #cactus once and a reader specifically mentioned that it was what made them click to find out, and they stayed for the story lol

So i read stuff on your blog a lot, i love the discussions and the varied perspectives and i was wondering about something that caught my eye - do people really think overly explicit tagging is a thing? i'm not talking about tagging every character and event that appears for 2s but complaints about smut tags being too detailed? i thought that was the point? someone might be fine reading about anal sex but not anal fisting. i know i have limits. isn't tagging everything good???

This is a question I wonder about myself, sometimes. I write smut and I do wonder whether I should tag all of the sex acts or not. Some of the fics, I have. Others, I haven’t. I can’t say for sure whether its affected my readers at all because no one has said anything to me directly about one type of tagging or the other. 

What I will say is that tagging is both a warning and an advertisement. If you think what you’re writing is something people would either want to avoid or want to find, then adding a tag is the way to go. 

I understand not wanting to see a bunch of explicit terms in your search results for a ship, but I tend to put the most explicit terms later in the tags list so that hopefully people will be warned off before they get to a tag they’d rather not read. Maybe?

It’s a good question, anon, and I don’t think you’ll ever get a solid answer on it. But let’s see what people think. How much tagging is too much when it comes to smut fics?

Duty Bound (April 18th, 2017)

Ohhh how I had such plans for this one. Actually you’ll see some of the chapter announcement posts for this one floating around Tumblr from my other tumblr account. I worked hard on this fic, the whole thing was laid out, outlined, and plotted down to the last detail, but I ended up burning out/losing steam. I felt, at the time, that I was shouting into a dark hole and not even getting an echo back in return. I needed feedback, or I wasn’t doing it right. I’ve learned quite a bit since then. 

Fandom: Yuri On Ice Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin,  Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov Warnings/Contents: Fantasy RPG AU, mild gore, slow burn AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10663101/chapters/23599482 Word Count: 33,897 (7/? chapters) Summary: When Viktor and Yuuri suggest that Yuri needs to make other friends, well, it goes about as well as anyone could expect. They'd even recommended the online fantasy game, Abrean Aura, that they'd met each other through. Because Yuri wanted to be a big pile of goo like those two were?Still...he didn't have anything else to do that night. Fuck it. But our Little Ranger quickly finds himself in way over his head in a world of swords, sorcery, shining knights, and sassy-ass bar tenders. After a run in with the Legendary Knight in his fight against the evil that plagues the land, Yuri fights to stay close, to make a true friend, and maybe even more.

~Excerpt~

“Well, aren’t you going?” Christophe asked the shadows. “This isn’t like him. Attacking the beginners is...low.”

“We both know that he hasn’t been himself in a long time,” a low, steady voice replied, accompanied by the sound of someone rising, armor clinking as it moved. A tall, broad young man of dark complexion stepped from the gloom, the fire light catching a glint of shining metal from beneath his black cloak. His fine features were overshadowed by the deep frown he wore, as heavy as any chainmail, his sharp eyes locked firmly on the door Yuri had just run through.

Christophe gave a huff of exasperation. “As though I marched him off to the slaughter myself, hm? Otabek, there’s little that anyone can predict in Yuri beyond anger and bite.” He fixed the other with a firm look. “I know you’re not eager to meet with him again so soon after the bargain was struck, but surely you can’t leave this village to his mercy. You know he has none.”

The knight shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his armored hand reaching out and pulling a long broadsword from the aether with a flare of warm yellow light and a satisfying sound as its familiar heft met his grasp. He lifted it easily, bringing it to rest against his shoulder, meeting Christophe’s eyes as he flung his cloak aside to stand in polished silver armor, trimmed in golden sun.

“I know my duty.”

Burrow ( June 27th, 2018)

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya)/Mishima Yuuki, Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, Eventual threesome AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15076556/chapters/34954967 Word Count: 11,070 (3/? Chapters)  Summary: After the heat in "Matroyshka" Mishima, Akira, and Iwai find themselves inexorably drawn together. Akira can't help falling for Mishima. Mishima is intrigued by Iwai and wants to learn more. And Iwai refuses to let any further harm come to either of them. How, though, do you fit three very different people into one relationship that will last? The continuation of these three getting together.

~Excerpt~

The older man smirked. “Let’s start with the basics. You ever cooked before?”

Bright eyes blinked in surprise, and his mouth stepped out well before his brain could catch it. “Of course I have!”

Using a microwave to reheat meals counted.

It did .

He knew what was expected of him. Omegas were supposed to be domestic . Cooking, cleaning, babies on their hips...the whole picture. It wasn’t that he was opposed to any of that, he just...well. He was himself, and that meant that he was entirely capable of lighting toast on fire if left to his own devices for extended periods of time. His parents were planning on sending him to one of those omega home ec cram schools as soon as he got a little older, to try and make him more marketable.

“I cook all the time,” Mishima swallowed thickly around the blatant half truth that scalded on its way out. He glanced up into Iwai’s eyes for a moment then cut his eyes to the counter.

Iwai cocked an eyebrow, tasting the anxiety pouring from the kid like a fountain, watching the way he refused to meet his gaze. Far be it for him to rake him over the coals for this. “Alright, alright. So, you know the basic differences in blade types. How each has its own use.”

Mishima slowly nodded, and lifted his head, listening as Iwai began expanding on that. He found himself entranced, not just with the honeyed voice rumbling, or the way the gunsmith’s body moved as he spoke, but with the words themselves. It sparked something in him. He’d always been studious, his parents never had to push him in that direction. He liked learning, liked information and words. He had a knack, even though he never counted it as anything useful outside of testing well. And his anxiety tended to even that out anyway.

I remembered I have no shame 🤣

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Seven (February 19th, 2016)

So starting off with the first fic I wrote FOR Ao3 waaaay back in 2016. One Punch Man was my jam, and I needed to warm back up to writing.

Fandom: One Punch Man Pairing: Multiple Ships (New One Each Chapter Basically) Warnings/Contents: This also varies from chapter to chapter. Check the notes at the top of each chapter for details. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6056023/chapters/13883344 Word Count: 36,023 (8 chapters) Summary: A fun Seven Deadly Sins AU starring the cast from One Punch Man. There’s smut, there’s feels, theirs plot, all kinds of interest as each chapter focuses on at least one of the sins as they try to gather together to fight a rising enemy.

~Excerpt~

The thing was…

They didn’t need bodies. Bodies were a luxury, really. The Sins could freely flit around the world, moving across the globe in a split second. They were, essentially, beliefs given life, and thus, technically, omnipresent. They didn’t need to be physical to do their jobs, but most tended to prefer it that way for one reason or another. Physical bodies were for specialized enacting; when a person carried such potential that it was like walking into the most decadent hotel suite that had ever existed. You just wanted to soak in the tub, sleep in the bed, and fuck on every available surface before it was all taken away. Because bodies, like hotels, were temporary. When you found a good one, an exquisite mind and powerful heart teeming with untapped opportunity, you wanted to kick up your heels.

Pygmalion (July 14th, 2016)

On to the next piece, I wandered over to Jojo after having enjoyed it from afar for quite awhile. I always had the outline, but I never got to finish the fic sadly. I hesitate to say it’s abandoned but...Still, a good read I’m told. 

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Part 5) Pairing: Fugo/Bruno, Giorno/Mista Warnings/Contents: Major Character Death, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Survivor’s Guilt AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7482906/chapters/17007057 Word Count: 5,118 (3 chapters) Summary: When a memorial to Buccellati is vandalized, destroyed beyond salvaging, Don Giovanna steps in to find the culprit and suitably punish them.What he wasn't expecting to find was a thoroughly broken Pannacotta Fugo to be behind it. Giorno and Fugo strike a deal, but the mafia boss is fairly certain Fugo isn't going to find the absolution he's looking for in it. Stone has never been particularly forgiving.

  ~Excerpt~

“It can’t exist.” Fugo’s gaze and attention finally came to rest on the statue, his eyes sharpening as heat and aura began wafting off of him, glowing in the dark night. The user’s agitation was mirrored in Purple Haze, who began to grunt and snarl loudly as it tried to lunge past Gold Experience to get at the statue once more, manic and savage with renewed intent. “I won’t let it! It’s just a lie! He’s not here anymore!”

Lines, cracks, seams began zipping over and across Purple Haze like wounds, oozing power and light as the Stand strained under the failing mental state of its master. Pain, white hot and real, goaded the beast further, giving it the strength to break Requiem’s hold and swing out wildly, connecting with the other stand’s face. Purple Haze’s hand splintered upon impact, causing it to reel back and howl while grasping at the stump of its arm that remained. It tossed its head, an agitated stallion amidst a swarm of flies, glancing back at its master with a look that, in its own psychotic way, made clear the hurt it felt, both inside and out.