Heyo!

@scarletfry37

Tap on a tag you're interested in reading (just at the top of a fic, for example). That will bring you to a results page that shows every fic that uses that tag. To get rid of the ones you don't want, look right above the works list to the buttons and tap on Filters. (if you're on a computer, the filters will already be there, on the right hand side of your screen).

Once you've found the filter menu, it's like the OP said. There are a *lot* of options for you to choose from. You can tap on any of them to open up a sub menu with specifics.

For relationship/character/trope tags, AO3 will automatically show you the top ten most-tagged ones within the tag you're already looking at. If the one you want to exclude isn't in that list, you can type it into the "Other tags to exclude" box and AO3 will give you a dropdown to pick from. You can add a theoretically unlimited number of tags to your exclude list, but I think it's possible to have a list that breaks things eventually. I've never personally hit it? But I bet someone out there has.

THEMTHEMTHEMTHEMTHEM

I tried to do a bit of a cohesive palette for this one and I think it turned out :)

version w/ blood, flat colour, and no bg below 👇🏻

Bro, I finally locked in and finished him, why it took me so long we shall never know. Currently taking requests for who to design next hehe, this guy was lowk fun to draw in all pink! Without further ado, meet your CFO and Head of The Obsession Department at Amore Inc! I’ll upload more lore later maybe, if I don’t feel tired. ISTG if Tumblr messes up the quality im gonna crash out.

Shop has been updated!! ✨

Mycheal's cabin quickly became your favorite place to be.

It was cozy and warm and he always fed you when you were over. Not to mention it was FAR away from people. Plus, Mycheal made you feel safe, comfortable, cared for like you hadn't felt in a long time. It often caused soft clouds and pillows to try and fill your head but you usually tried to keep those feelings pretty hidden. As wonderful as Mycheal was.. there was no way he knew about age regression. What if he thought it was weird? What if he thought you were weird? What if he didn't wanna hang out anymore-

No. Stop.. Mycheal wasn't like that. Sure he'd be confused maybe, but.. once you explained it was a healthy coping mechanism...

Grumbling, you bury your face in your hands. It's fine its fine its fine its fine its fine-

"Firefly?" Freezing, you reluctantly lift your gaze to meet Mycheal's worried one.

"I...." Seriously?? Now??? The clouds that tried to take over your head now mixed with the tangles in your chest and throat. This was so stupid.. You stared at the quilt on his bed instead, biting the inside of your cheek.

You heard a soft thump on the wood floor and Mycheal's voice was closer now. "Firefly..? Is.. Are you okay?"

You don't respond. Only holding yourself tighter. Everything was *fine* why..

"You.. don't have to tell me, but.. whatever it is.. I'm always here for you. I promise."

You swallow, gripping your arms tighter and tighter. A soft tapping pressure forces you to loosen. Mycheal's reminder so you don't hurt yourself.

"..Prom... um...." Your throat was cotton and stuffing, your mouth glued shut.

Mycheal leaned against the side of the bed, silent, giving space for you to take your time.

Eventually you found your words again. "..some... time.. feel.. small..." Fabric shifted. Was Mycheal looking at you? You weren't looking at him.

"Small?" You nodded.

"B... baby... Head feel.. baby...." Emphasised by pointing at yourself. "Soft head inside... wanna be.. baby.."

Mycheal was silent for a moment. He was probably so confused. Why did this have to happen??

"Do.. you want me to hold you?"

What?

You stared at him. His cheeks and ears were blue and he had an unsure smile on his face. "Uh... if that's okay? Um- Humans.. Humans hold babies... right?"

You felt the tears before you knew what was happening. You reached out, clouds finally winning. Mycheal looked panicked before he moved to reach you, gathering you in his arms. You clung to him instantly, tight and refusing to let go. Mycheal's chest started rumbling against you, and wasn't that a lovely sound? You clung tighter. Don't let go.. Don't let go..

Mycheal adjusted to hold you closer, carefully sitting on the bed. Firefly felt like a baby? Firely wanted to be held? This was the best day of his life. Most babies were helpless creatures.... they needed care and protection.. You needed care and protection. And you reached for *him*...

*I* will protect you.. *I* will keep Firefly safe.. Always.

It wasn't too long until you fell asleep, Mycheal could feel it, and his purrs got louder before he forced them to quiet down. He didn't wanna wake you.. but you seemed to like them.

Maybe he should set you down to sleep.. You would be hungry after crying.

Gentle as falling leaves, Mycheal set you down to tuck you in bed. He almost couldn't make himself let go, but he needed to feed his baby.

*His* baby...

Besides, you were in his home, safe and sound... Where he could protect you, and make sure you *stayed* safe and sound.

With another long glance at your peacefully breathing form, he made his way into the kitchen to start preparing.

You slowly wake up to the smell of something yummy and sweet. You yawn and weakly try to rub the sleep from your eyes. It smells like.. pancakes?

You blink sleepily towards the kitchen. Mycheal..?

Mycheal pops out from the archway and grins. "Firefly!" He says, trying to keep his voice down. He pads over quickly and crouches near the bed. "How is baby feeling? I made some yummy pancakes for you."

You practically crumbled, eyes teary again as you reached for him, heart aching and full of longing. He did that for you? He's still calling you baby?

Mycheal blinks, panicked before he quickly cradles you in his arms. "I'm here.. I'm here firefly.." He soothes, a little awkward but trying. You grip onto him tighter, burying your face in his chest. His breath hitches and he freezes. Firefly is clinging to him. Firefly is holding onto him. Firefly wants to *stay*.

His tail twitches before he starts purring again and his grip tightens, holding you much closer.

"Is- Is baby hungry? Does baby want food? I made pancakes. I know its late now but.. I hope its okay."

You sniffle and snuggle closer before carefully peaking at the kitchen. It did smell amazing..

Your stomach decides its the perfect moment to growl. Blushing now, you hide in his chest with a whine.

Mycheal's heartrate spikes and his own face flushes a shade of blue too. So.. cute..

"I guess that means yes, hehe.." Mycheal is careful as he carries you, gently rubbing your back as he walks. He was going to cherish every moment of this. His baby firefly.. He didn't wanna let go.

He stopped before the chairs, hesitating, and face suddenly burning hotter. "Uh... babies.. get... get fed right..? Can... Do.. Do you.. want me to feed you?" Please say yes please say yes please say yes please say-

Your eyes shimered as you looked up at him. His blue face, pupils blown wide, ears down... so soft...

You nodded softly, pressing closer against him. You instinctively start suckling on your knuckle.

Is baby.. little baby... Mycheal's baby.. baby baby baby..

Mycheal stares, his purring starting to get louder. "so... cute...." he whispers. He relishes in the sight before reluctantly sitting down. He's careful to keep you close and steady. This was.. new to him, but he felt visceral refusal at the thought of letting you go.

Clumsily, but carefully, Mycheal began cutting up the pancakes in bite sized pieces. He made sure to stab a piece with some fruit on it. Only the best for his baby. He was extra careful to make sure the syrup wasn't dripping before he blew on it. Once he was sure it was the right temperature, he gently held the fork to your mouth. "Here you go baby.."

Your eyes sparkled. The clouds were so full in your head and everywhere.. You slowly released your knuckle from your mouth and opened your mouth, allowing Mycheal to feed you.

Trust trust

Mycheal's cabin quickly became your favorite place to be.

It was cozy and warm and he always fed you when you were over. Not to mention it was FAR away from people. Plus, Mycheal made you feel safe, comfortable, cared for like you hadn't felt in a long time. It often caused soft clouds and pillows to try and fill your head but you usually tried to keep those feelings pretty hidden. As wonderful as Mycheal was.. there was no way he knew about age regression. What if he thought it was weird? What if he thought you were weird? What if he didn't wanna hang out anymore-

No. Stop.. Mycheal wasn't like that. Sure he'd be confused maybe, but.. once you explained it was a healthy coping mechanism...

Grumbling, you bury your face in your hands. It's fine its fine its fine its fine its fine-

"Firefly?" Freezing, you reluctantly lift your gaze to meet Mycheal's worried one.

"I...." Seriously?? Now??? The clouds that tried to take over your head now mixed with the tangles in your chest and throat. This was so stupid.. You stared at the quilt on his bed instead, biting the inside of your cheek.

You heard a soft thump on the wood floor and Mycheal's voice was closer now. "Firefly..? Is.. Are you okay?"

You don't respond. Only holding yourself tighter. Everything was *fine* why..

"You.. don't have to tell me, but.. whatever it is.. I'm always here for you. I promise."

You swallow, gripping your arms tighter and tighter. A soft tapping pressure forces you to loosen. Mycheal's reminder so you don't hurt yourself.

"..Prom... um...." Your throat was cotton and stuffing, your mouth glued shut.

Mycheal leaned against the side of the bed, silent, giving space for you to take your time.

Eventually you found your words again. "..some... time.. feel.. small..." Fabric shifted. Was Mycheal looking at you? You weren't looking at him.

"Small?" You nodded.

"B... baby... Head feel.. baby...." Emphasised by pointing at yourself. "Soft head inside... wanna be.. baby.."

Mycheal was silent for a moment. He was probably so confused. Why did this have to happen??

"Do.. you want me to hold you?"

What?

You stared at him. His cheeks and ears were blue and he had an unsure smile on his face. "Uh... if that's okay? Um- Humans.. Humans hold babies... right?"

You felt the tears before you knew what was happening. You reached out, clouds finally winning. Mycheal looked panicked before he moved to reach you, gathering you in his arms. You clung to him instantly, tight and refusing to let go. Mycheal's chest started rumbling against you, and wasn't that a lovely sound? You clung tighter. Don't let go.. Don't let go..

Mycheal adjusted to hold you closer, carefully sitting on the bed. Firefly felt like a baby? Firely wanted to be held? This was the best day of his life. Most babies were helpless creatures.... they needed care and protection.. You needed care and protection. And you reached for *him*...

*I* will protect you.. *I* will keep Firefly safe.. Always.

It wasn't too long until you fell asleep, Mycheal could feel it, and his purrs got louder before he forced them to quiet down. He didn't wanna wake you.. but you seemed to like them.

Maybe he should set you down to sleep.. You would be hungry after crying.

Gentle as falling leaves, Mycheal set you down to tuck you in bed. He almost couldn't make himself let go, but he needed to feed his baby.

*His* baby...

Besides, you were in his home, safe and sound... Where he could protect you, and make sure you *stayed* safe and sound.

With another long glance at your peacefully breathing form, he made his way into the kitchen to start preparing.

You slowly wake up to the smell of something yummy and sweet. You yawn and weakly try to rub the sleep from your eyes. It smells like.. pancakes?

You blink sleepily towards the kitchen. Mycheal..?

Mycheal pops out from the archway and grins. "Firefly!" He says, trying to keep his voice down. He pads over quickly and crouches near the bed. "How is baby feeling? I made some yummy pancakes for you."

You practically crumbled, eyes teary again as you reached for him, heart aching and full of longing. He did that for you? He's still calling you baby?

Mycheal blinks, panicked before he quickly cradles you in his arms. "I'm here.. I'm here firefly.." He soothes, a little awkward but trying. You grip onto him tighter, burying your face in his chest. His breath hitches and he freezes. Firefly is clinging to him. Firefly is holding onto him. Firefly wants to *stay*.

His tail twitches before he starts purring again and his grip tightens, holding you much closer.

"Is- Is baby hungry? Does baby want food? I made pancakes. I know its late now but.. I hope its okay."

You sniffle and snuggle closer before carefully peaking at the kitchen. It did smell amazing..

Your stomach decides its the perfect moment to growl. Blushing now, you hide in his chest with a whine.

Mycheal's heartrate spikes and his own face flushes a shade of blue too. So.. cute..

"I guess that means yes, hehe.." Mycheal is careful as he carries you, gently rubbing your back as he walks. He was going to cherish every moment of this. His baby firefly.. He didn't wanna let go.

He stopped before the chairs, hesitating, and face suddenly burning hotter. "Uh... babies.. get... get fed right..? Can... Do.. Do you.. want me to feed you?" Please say yes please say yes please say yes please say-

Your eyes shimered as you looked up at him. His blue face, pupils blown wide, ears down... so soft...

You nodded softly, pressing closer against him. You instinctively start suckling on your knuckle.

Is baby.. little baby... Mycheal's baby.. baby baby baby..

Mycheal stares, his purring starting to get louder. "so... cute...." he whispers. He relishes in the sight before reluctantly sitting down. He's careful to keep you close and steady. This was.. new to him, but he felt visceral refusal at the thought of letting you go.

Clumsily, but carefully, Mycheal began cutting up the pancakes in bite sized pieces. He made sure to stab a piece with some fruit on it. Only the best for his baby. He was extra careful to make sure the syrup wasn't dripping before he blew on it. Once he was sure it was the right temperature, he gently held the fork to your mouth. "Here you go baby.."

Your eyes sparkled. The clouds were so full in your head and everywhere.. You slowly released your knuckle from your mouth and opened your mouth, allowing Mycheal to feed you.

i am not being metaphorical, i work in a garden center, stop buying plants 'to bring in the bees and butterflies' and then immediately poisoning every caterpillar that dares to consume a single leaf

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

if you appreciate it, don’t repost it. Reblog the artist’s post instead of making one of your own. Let them see all of the excited tags in the reblogs and replies or commentary that people add on. If you come across something on a google image search, try to trace it back to the owner. If someone tells you who the artist is, credit them - but also try to find and reblog their original post.

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are great, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. If you want the author to write more things like that, let them know - even if you can’t comment! 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine.