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benjaminthewolf · 2 years ago

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The Story Of P.O.V.: Serving The Innocent (Remastered) (Private Steve Pred)

It has officially been over a year since I first published on this blog. I feel as though I owe it to you all to remaster the first season, but especially the very first stories. After the remaster is done, I do have one other huge project I need to get done before I get back to season two, but rest assured it will come eventually so please hold onto your patience.

And yes I’m tagging both Tankmaw and Monday Night Munchin because ultimately, The Story Of P.O.V. Pertains to both fandoms.

Also for those of you who know the story so far and are wondering why I didn’t add on a few tags, it’s because I wanna remain spoiler free for right now, so yeah.

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The short, sporadic, wavering breaths that are vigorously echoing within your ears as the shaky, staccatic melody to your throbbing baseline heartbeat, nearly drowns out entirely the roaring cacophony of tumultuousness and ravaging constantly compounding in upon itself within the active battlefield around you as you, swiftly, yet utterly laboriously, thrust your legs forwards across the lines, (barely geometrically recognizable lines, mind you), of the advancing Tankman army, doing your literally most possible best considering your current state, to dodge the naturally, and perhaps simply unavoidably, wholly oblivious, relatively gigantic, unaware boots of the ensuing stampede of expeditious, fixated soldiers above your miniscule form, and somehow entirely suppress your body’s devastatingly overwhelming, instinctive howls to stop.

You know you must keep moving. You know you must keep breathing. You know you must endure the onslaught before you. You knew this must be the truth, it was just fact; and if you ended up failing in these tasks, failing to meet these obligations, living to return to your recovering hometown once again was a nigh impossibility.

Your sudden, intrusive thoughts reminding you about home begin to draw up many stinging, salty tears into the wells of your eyes. You make an attempt to force your arm to move up and wipe them off as you continue to swing your bottom half back and forth, however, this attempt is only half-successful, and leaves plenty of drops rougely strewn as a result.

Finally, however, upon the watery cleansing of your shudders, you are able to spot something in the distance that may just allow for your plight to come to completion. There is an exceedingly ragged pile of debris close ahead that some of the Tankmen soldiers are using as cover to safely fire behind, although in being forced to peer just a inch around its bends in order to aim, they are not completely out of the line of counterfire. You pay them zero mind, (though mainly due to your current sheer mental incapacity to do so, rather than on account of any conscious decision), as you expend one, final burst around the corner.

Safe at last within a comparative sense, as no place is ever truly safe within a warzone, upon the moment your body has successfully made it behind, you instantly collapse from sheer exhaustion and overexertion, but again not because of your free will. This, mere desperate wish, at long last, was no longer needed to be repressed. You understand it to be quite obvious, however, that your arrival will not go unnoticed.

“Hmmmm? What the-” Private Steve, the well-known best friend of the further well known and widely respected Tankman known as Sergeant John Captain, suddenly calls out as he cautiously bends over in order to pick up your limp and bedraggled form. “What the hell? Guys! There’s…a civilian here! How did that happen?” he quickly announces to the other soldiers with him before turning to speak directly to you. “Well I have absolutely no clue how you got here, but you look frankly exhausted! Just how far did you have to run? Why are you even here in the first place? Or- How are you even here in the first place? What town are you from? Why-” he begins to positively barrage you with questions, an absolute total of zero of which you are capable of answering, of course. Perhaps quite literally all that your body can do right now is simply lay still and wait for recovery, upon which you may be once again able to act. For right now, however, that option remains an impossibility.

In all honesty, though, you were just glad Steve had managed to realize you were a civilian and not affiliated in any way with the army your government put together in opposition to the Tankmen. Both sides had been committing some rather noteworthy atrocities throughout the course of the war, as was unfortunately to be expected, and if Steve had mistaken you for one the soldiers, he might not have taken as kindly to you as he was right now. Realizing as well at this point that due to your physical state, you are currently unable to answer his questions, Steve gives a sigh and stops asking them.

“Alright, alright. I get it. You need time to breathe. Forget everything I just said. You don’t have to answer any of it. I’m sure some of those questions might be a bit touchy anyway. Still though, when this is all over, I’d be very interested to hear your story.” he at last concedes with a few short nods.

You somewhat manage to give a weak smile in respect of how understanding Steve has been to you thus far, if just so he understood that you had been listening to him in any capacity at all.

This moment, however, was unfortunately not to last, as just a few seconds later, somebody screeched out: “INCOMING!”

Steve was only given but a couple of seconds to duck before a relatively huge explosion went off. Since he was therefore unable to properly secure you beforehand, you were, as such, left to practically fly out of his glove from the force, and stick an exceedingly scathing landing containing further forward momentum against the rough, grainy floor, causing the particles to grind against your left leg, tearing off an abundant amount of skin as a result. Thankfully, the skin on your side and arm were considerably more lucky and managed to hold onto a lot more. You are only able to hear some faint screaming noises, and Steve’s echoing footsteps as he desperately cries out for a medic. Your completely disoriented and positively overwhelmed brain is utterly unable to comprehend anything as you feel something resembling someone inspecting your leg before...putting something on it? And then...wrapping something around it? You’re not entirely sure due to the precarious state of your consciousness, that which you have been barely able to hold onto in the first place. You swear you can hear Steve crying out something along the lines of: “I’M SO SORRY! I COULDN'T HOLD ONTO YOU PROPERLY!” as your mind slowly returns from its current state of haziness. That being said, it still hurt a considerable amount. The painful throbbing makes you completely unable to lift up your head as Steve scoops you back up, mindful of your new bandages, in his hands.

“Hey! Hey, I’m not sure how much of that you heard back there, but oh…I really am sorry, okay?” he apologetically whimpers out. “The medic gave you some bandages, I think that’ll help. But we need to put you somewhere where you can’t get hurt again, and…I’m just not sure where the hell that could be in a place like this…there's just absolutely nowhere- where- I just- wait.” Steve is then silent for a few seconds. “I…... think I know. Oh god I hope I’m not just losing my mind here, but I think that……...” Steve begins nervously attempting to explain before his voice weakly trails off. “Look, I know it may sound like a weird idea, AND IT IS, BUT-” all of a sudden, sounds of close gunfire practically force Steve to shut up. A couple of perilous seconds go by. And then, just like that, you are immediately shoved into his maw.

“I KNOW! I KNOW!” he instantly begins to panic. “I SWEAR THOUGH, I WON’T HURT YOU! YOU’LL BE JUST FINE! I’LL RELEASE YOU WHEN WE’RE ALL SAFE, ALRIGHT?” he finishes his mumble-shouting the best he possibly can with you inside his maw.

Though you do indeed have a few moments of temporarily and instinctively freaking out, you are swiftly able to calm yourself down by reasoning that Steve’s current behavior towards you does indeed show he’s being serious here, when he tells you he won’t hurt you. That, and, what he’s alluding to does kind of seem to be a good place to go to be safe, so you ultimately decide to openly display to him trust by casually laying down flat on his large, white tongue.

The warm, slimy, saliva accumulating against the sides and underneath the slick muscle doesn’t bother you too much, and as your bandages are waterproof enough to where the sticky fluids can’t seep through, allowing your limbs to naturally relax and uncurl themselves into a somewhat stretched out position came naturally as a result. With your hands lying open and somewhat curved around the edges of the tongue you are left able to gently maneuver them underneath its form entirely, before gently pressing your head down into the surface as if it was a pillow, and sensually rubbing your face against the wetted surface upon your leisure. You knew, of course, that Steve would be unable to give any sort of response to this, whether in words or otherwise, due to being caught up in his duty, which ultimately, took precedence over basically everything else the man had prioritized. However, as the act of protecting the innocent was indeed a part of his duty, you still deeply wished to be able to give Steve at least some form of acknowledgement of just how his actions had aided you, and to this end you merely continue to lightly grasp upon the tongue, hoping desperately Steve understood what you were trying to tell him, until the muscle silently rises up into a downwards sloping position, a signal clear as day that Steve was telling you it was time. Again, though you had gotten Steve’s message, it would only be after this battle was quelled that you would know if he had gotten yours.

Keeping the question nicely tucked in the back of your mind for the time being, you simply allow Steve to do his thing as his tongue, gently as it can, pushes you to the back of his maw via gravity, making you slowly and carefully slide downwards towards his gaping, blackened throat. You do your very best to not move around as you are cleanly inserted into the gullet, lest you risk bumping against anything sensitive such as the uvula, and therefore force Steve via his instincts to spit you all the way back out. Steve finally manages to swallow, and some sort of echoing, squishy sound effect reverberates around in your ears.

The goopy, jet black muscles of the esophagus begin to push you on down towards the stomach as you finally heave out a sigh. Feeling the powerful walls around you constantly expanding and contracting in order to shove you further down, your mind begins to meander just a little, eventually to the point where you can take note of the diligent booming of a heartbeat pounding around you. This to you, meant that you were rather close to your destination, and would soon be able to detect the growling and rumbling noises of the stomach. As you continue to be squelched further down, deeper and deeper into Private Steve’s body, this prediction was, of course, finally to come to fruition.

You do your very best to push down the rising instinctive fear of being burned alive by the stomach acid as you are visually introduced to, and soon thereafter gently squeezed through the lower esophageal sphincter. Much to your reassurance upon the oncoming splash landing, the goopy black liquids sloshing their ways about inside the churning tummy don’t seem to hurt you at all, thus solidifying the truth in Steve’s prior statement of not hurting you, and fully solidifying your trust in him as a result.

Heaving out one gigantic sigh of relief you slowly begin to nestle yourself against Steve’s cushiony, white stomach walls and, for the first time in what feels like eternity since all this warfare began, are finally, truly relaxed. The warmth and aura of secureness within the gurgling, shifting stomach have already begun to slightly soothe your headache, and release tension in your cramped leg muscles, as well as the pain in your injured left leg. You begin to wish desperately that you were able to thank Steve, however because he is on an extremely noisy battlefield, where hearing verbal cues may mean the difference between life and death, you are all safely tucked away in his tummy, and you had already given him a decidedly non-verbal cue of your gratitude all the way back in his maw, you therefore decide it would be best for all parties if you did so after the danger has passed. You then attempt to fall asleep, but even now, all of the craziness that has happened today, and just in this year in general, simply overcrowds your mind with too many thoughts, memories, and emotions for you to be able to properly sleep, so instead, you opt to try and deconstruct all of this turmoil within the safe and soothing environment that was Steve’s soft, heated stomach, and listen to its low gurgling and groaning, as well as his baseline heartbeat for the duration of the battle, instead of having to listen to more gunfire.

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gottaenjoythelittlethingzz · 6 years ago

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@mastery-in-procrastination, who is busy doing some awesome things for the community, was kind enough to send me this ask: “How long have you been working on "The Reaper's Only Daughter"?” Tumblr ate the ask, but I was able to save my answer! I may have gone a little over broad in my explanation. Thanks for the question, now sit back and experience the journey.

Ah yes. My origin story. I remember it like it was yesterday. Allow me to take you back, to before the beginning...

2018! For me it was the year of television (as ‘17 had been the year of the movie). I vividly remember searching for shows on IMDB to compile a sort of list in January. Some well-known, some old hat, but two in particular stuck out to me. Two my mother specifically enjoyed and had for many years. Sons of Anarchy and Shameless. I was finally at the age to where I could start enjoying these shows and so they were added to my list to be watched later. I remember reading the description of SOA and looking through pictures of tough guys on motorcycles. I knew I had to watch it!

Fast forward to May 15th. I was nearing the end of my high school/senior year. I believe I had taken all of my finals at this time and just had a few meaningless things left to turn in for one or two classes. I had just finished The Punisher (thank the godz) and was ready to start the next series. It was again between SOA and Shameless and I have never made a better or more damaging decision in my entire life than when I hit play on the pilot episode of SOA at 7 am as I was getting ready for school that Tuesday morning. Mind you, my school was a dead zone as far as internet goes, but the media godz were shinning down on me that week. I chased the signal every single day.

For the next 6 days, it was all I thought about, all I watched, all I wanted to talk about! I watched 92 episodes, roughly 70 hours of content in 6 days. Though my mother has seen it many times (as it is also her favorite series with her favorite actor(s) in it) I retold her the stories (nearly every episode, or several at a time) as I watched them. She was the first person to see me “live react” to a show in text or otherwise. She enjoyed it because she hasn’t had anyone to talk to about the show in what is now nearly 5 years and she liked hearing my takes on things.

I stopped talking to friends, I stopped eating (not really so extreme, but I mean...), and on the last 3 nights I hardly slept. I watched it absolutely everywhere! That Friday I skipped school. I reasoned I wasn’t doing work anyway and it wasn’t going to hold me back. If my memory serves me correctly, I watched the finale of S3 through S4 and maybe a little more on either side (but for certain these 14 episodes, technically my favorite in the series) in one straight sitting. In truth, nothing was going to be able to hold me back from this show. I was hard pressed to leave my room, much less my house which made work Saturday difficult. I told my coworkers I was watching it as I jumped up and down waiting to go home (business was slow you see) and I actually left early. I have a bad habit of watching things while driving (don’t do it kids! Listen to your mother!) and actually watched an episode on the way home.

I ended up pulling an all-nighter on Saturday trying to finish it as I had more plans Sunday. Well, it didn’t work. I fell asleep around 4 am with 4 or 5 episodes to go. I watched a few episodes to and from where I was going in the car, but on Sunday night May 20th, 2018, I watched the final two episodes of the series back to back and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders (it also left a hole in my heart, quite literally). I was no longer susceptible to spoilers and I knew the “secret”. What’s more, I completely, 100% agreed with the creator’s decision as to how and when he ended the show.

SOA was the first show that ever captivated my attention in such a way. I was never bored, not for a minute. I wouldn’t call many of the episodes fillers even now that I’ve watched each a couple of times (too many to count, for research purposes, I assure you.) And it is one of the most consistent as far as new ideas and character development/design I have ever seen. What's more is I absolutely adore the main cast and characters alike. It honestly took over my life and has changed it for the better. So much so, that it was still all I thought about for several weeks after I finished it. To the point where I had to watch it again top to bottom, though it took me about 2 weeks while sleeping that time. I’ve never watched a show like that, before or since, no matter how much I like a series.

Alas, life goes on, there were more shows to watch, and for the next month or so I turned to watching Shameless (another story entirely) and, though I didn’t want to, I stopped thinking about SOA for a time. That was, until I started thinking about moving to college. My mother had an SOA poster that use to be in her office that she gave to me to put in my apartment. I wake up every morning to see it hanging over my bed and I am reminded that I should be writing TROD. I went down to my college apartment about a week before term started. It was the first time I was technically on my own, though I have roommates, and you will never guess what I did during that week. Go ahead, guess. I did 2 things, actually.

I rewatched SOA, though this time I stopped on series 5 (and if you’ve seen it you may know why) and I “broke down” and created a Writeblr. I’ve always loved to write and actually was in the process of shelving what was originally meant to be my first novel length WIP (on the grounds that it did not have a plot to hold the characters together) that now hasn’t been updated in 6+ months. During this third rewatch an idea came to me. “What would it be like to be in this world?” More specifically, “What would it be like to be a woman in this world”?

This was apparently the right question to ask. The rest is history, swirling into a big black and crow feathered blur. I spent a few months creating Schuyler. I slowly stopped talking about the shelved WIP online and started answering questions for her instead. I figured if I was going to shelve 1 project I had better have another to replace it with, and so TROD was born! I nearly immediately had a character personality and a title when I started. The name Schuyler and her family lineage to link her to the canon story took more time. But while I was thinking of all the technical stuff I was also imagining all the fun scenes that would take place in this imaginary novel I was picturing.

I spent so much time thinking about it, specifically the first chapter which you have seen is now available to read on this blog, that the first time I sat down to write I wrote out 5,000 words flat. Many remained in what is currently “the final draft”. This had never happened to me before and I was inspired! I have been working on it ever since. As far as physically writing for it I have only been writing TROD for about 4 months. But in actuality, TROD has been a project a long time in the making. Nearly 9 months of thought and devotion to a Fandom nearly gone, but I’m here now to carry the torch!

9 months in and I have 6 moodboards, a chapter, and far too many tag games/posts to count. I have roughly 30k words written (continuously, obsessively tweaking the first 3 chapters) and another 2k or so of notes (outlines, dialogue lines, and ideas for scenes). This is actually the first story where I’m consulting a sort of outline (my own that I’m always adding to, but also the canon story) and it’s been my best writing experience to date!

This project is going to be long. Longer than anything I’ve ever dreamed of taking on before. I still have much to explore, plot kinks to work through, and many months, if not years, of work to go. But w/o SOA I would have never become so involved in media (as now I want to make it my career), met some of my favorite actors, created my Writeblr or been inspired to continue writing, and I certainly never would have entered into this inclusive community or met so many awesome writers!

*Whew. That was a lot. But SOA and my WIP TROD means a lot to me as you can see. Thanks so much for the ask. Feel free to stop by anytime!

I’m also going to tag @themildestofwriters as I know you may be thinking about diving into this series yourself and I want to both warn you and wish you well if you choose to do so!

And @aspire2bu, as I believe I saw you post recently about how you first got into K-pop in the first place and I found it interesting. Hopefully you’ll find this interesting too!

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grumpywaterfalls · 6 years ago

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BTS Fluff Fic Rec

Hi, welcome to both this blog and the world of fanfics! I can assure you that this is going to be a great time. These are just some of our personal favorites so please feel free to check out some other great fics in the fluff or particular rating tags. So here are our recommendations that are wholesome pure fluff and we hope you enjoy ~

[lengthy list and some commentary may contain spoilers so complete fic rec is under the cut]

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up by whomstisthis

This is my go-to fic when someone new to BTS fanfiction wants a rec because this fic is adorable enough to endear the pairing to your heart, entertaining enough with their banter/bickering that you can’t stop reading, and fluffy enough to keep all of you pure souls warm and cozy. This fic really has it all: Namjin as parents, a brief stint of enemies to lovers that can be easily overcome by simple conversation, and a list of BTS fun facts and personality traits easter eggs throughout.

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? series by melecs

I think there is a pattern here since this is yet another soft enemies to lovers with kid!Jeongguk. Anyways, the first story in this series is Namjin with just a hint of enemies to lovers since Namjoon flirts with Seokjin by making him more annoyed than wooed (at first). The second is all about Yoonmin since they were in the background of the first fic, which was great to see their side of things! Both stories are amazing and from time to time, I like to read this series when I need some witty banter, mild mind games, and that simple joy of well-written fluff. Side note, props to the author melecs because both titles in this series are very relevant and hilarious pick-up lines.

Common Thread by sugafree

Soulmate AUs are either the fluffiest or angstiest fics in existence. Luckily for you, this fic is absolute wholesome content where Yoongi and Jimin are meant to be while Yoongi wishes they weren’t. But thankfully for both the readers and the fate of Yoonmin, this lack of excitement was short-lived since no one can stay strong against the lovable sunshine that is Park Jimin.

Fanboy AU series by vppa

Namjin is one of the few ships that could pull off being THE campus couple without actually being together. Not only that, but the interactions of the rest of the BTS gang make this series one of my favorites if you are looking for a quick, hilarious, and plain enjoyable read. Side-note, I seriously wish V’s Corner actually existed in our world because I could really use my daily dose of Namjin Watch with its commentary, photos, and excitement.

I rap with a prospect (yeah I rap with a mindset) by dragonsoup

I am a huge fan of fics that are inspired by a little factoid or real life event so when I read this one, I knew it was a favorite. One of Jin’s most iconic statements was the inspiration and in this case, art truly imitates art. Drunk Seokjin, homicidal best friend Yoongi, and a smitten Namjoon; this fic is both hilarious and cute beyond belief.

misspelled every word perfectly by jflawless

Flirting is a delicate skill and in this fic, poor Jeongguk does not have the talent. Well, he did manage to woo Taehyung so perhaps his interesting way of going about it was quite successful in the end. This fic is a short and fun read so I hope you get a laugh or fond smile after reading it!

pick me up, buttercup by vppa

The premise that the first words your soulmate tells you will be inked onto your body sounds pretty interesting! But this isn’t great if your soulmate is Kim Taehyung who greets everyone with the cheesiest pick-up lines possible. This fic made me laugh out loud and warmed my heart as we saw Jeongguk fall for the adorable goof that is his soulmate. And after this fic, I think you will find the phrase ‘EXO-L for life’ a little bit different than you did before. (Also, might I mention this video if you were curious about the Baekhyun evil clone allusions?)

Upvote by mnsg

Quora is a great place to learn new things or ask (un)qualified strangers to answer your questions. All of the answers are entertaining but what really sealed the deal for me was Namjoon making sure that everyone was aware that he married ‘the most beautiful man on the planet.’ The author included a high quality Namjin picture, but the it no longer loads on AO3 so please supplement with one of your favorite Namjin pictures. Here are some suggestions if you need some inspiration or just want to see some good Namjin content.

Years in the Making by melecs

I think you need at least one childhood au fic in a fluff rec so here is one my favorites for BTS. Reading about Namjin growing up and closer together is my kind of jam. It has the cuteness of childhood, awkward bumbling of the teens, and a bit of the realities of adulthood.

This fic rec is getting pretty long already so I am going to end this here. Thank you for the ask and we hope you found this rec useful and as fluff-filled as promised. Please feel free to send in another ask since we only addressed some of our favorite BTS fluff fics and there is a whole other realm of other kpop fluff fics that are just as amazing!

So until next time!

-Admin S

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