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Hiya everyone! Thank you so much for your support this last month, it means so much to me!!! Therefore, Iâve decided to run a Valentineâs Day 1 week event!
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Valentineâs day special
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so basically, i got hacked and now i canât access my old account, which iâm so so mad about :(
this is now my new main account, so please come back n join, iâm gonna continue posting all my writings here, spread the word that iâve changed blogs if you can and please PLEASE block my old account so no one falls for the same scam đŤśđźđŤśđźđŤśđź
ok! i'm unsure about how the oc audience on tumblr is, however i've done this silly thing where i've returned to the BANE of my existence (wattpad) to write about my silly ocs, so please! if that's your think you can find my book (and account) here!
â do you want love or do
you want a chance to live? â
Š pari, 2025
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if you've ever liked my work, do check it out (may end up cross posting here eye dee kay el oh el) because i thrive off attention and i will literally cry if u dont (/j) !
in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!
send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!
here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write â â¸
pre tlt-tlo. luke castellan x child of a nemesis!reader. 1.6k words.
synopsis: children of the minor gods go through hell at camp. how long can one take until they break?
warnings: mentions of luke and reader making out and eventually doing other stuff, reader is said to be the eldest out of their siblings, kind of toxic situationship between luke and reader. major book easter eggs. not much of luke x reader, more of just the reader
note: technically, this is a continuation of nepenthe, which was set up to be a prologue. will i continue it? mostly, once i'm done with my prompt event postings and if i get enough time to do so! hope y'all like it :)
You stare at the blankets in cabin 11 with a clear disdain. New campers were added, more were claimed by Hermesâyâknow, the original parent of the cabinâand as a consequence of that, all the unclaimed and the children of the minor gods got new blankets. But it seems like Mr. D cut out the budget because these new blankets donât even feel like blankets, theyâre just paper.Â
You turn to your sister as she looks back at you in defeat. Why would you be surprised? This is how weâre treated. Get used to it. It feels like a slap on your face, your younger sister asking you to leave something that affects them. You wonât. How can you? Nemesis didnât mother you for nothing, revenge nor justice lies dormant if it must achieve something, if someone yearns to honour it, and sometimes these yearnings scare you, because with the observations youâve made? Maybe you could burn your home down to ashes if you truly wanted to, maybe thatâs what this camp deserves and gods, only then will the half bloods live equal. Olympus is the problemâ
You gasp. That did not sound like your fucking voice in your head. Looking around, a few kids are staring at you while others ignore you as usual and you think, maybe it was someone else. With the chaos? It could be. Taking a deep breath you walk away from cabin eleven, away from everyone there, away from camp and right into the woods (technically barred, but really, whoâs going to look for the daughter of Nemesis? Even if you die, Ethanâs there to take your place as the eldest childânot that it really matters anyway, all the children of the minor gods fall under the jurisdiction of the Hermes cabin, so Luke Castellan is counted as your counsellor.
Speaking of Luke, your feet stop by a tree with a dagger embedded halfway into it as a consequence of your first spar with him. The expression on your face remains blank as you trace over the design, the dagger is a simple one taken from the inventory of camp and yet itâs been almost six months since it was put there. Now itâs a mere marker, nothing more, of where you and Luke meet during the night time to try to forget camp and the imbalance of it all.
Itâs like youâve ended up in a maze of unfortunate coincidences as a pair of arms lock around your waist and pull you closer to the body of your offender. Just as youâre about to grab the dagger and force it out of the tree for any semblance of a defence (because in the middle of everything you forgot your current weapon), a pair of lips kiss behind your ear before whispering there, âCaught you.âÂ
Immediately your body relaxes as you realise itâs just Luke. Well, you donât know about Mr. D but that motherfucker is definitely going to hear it from you about all of this today.Â
You shove him away from you and glare at him. âCastellan.â
âSpitfire.â
His smirk is as infuriating as it is attractive and gods, you want to kiss it off his face right now, but unfortunately it looks like the smirk exists because he managed to creep up on you and if you kiss him now it will definitely be followed by taunts and extra training for the next week or so because, âIâm serious. What if it wasnât me? What if it was a monster?â So instead the next best alternative is to pick a fight with the man that has all the power to make your life a living hell.
âDonât give me that, whatâs up with the new blankets?â
The look Luke gives you is akin to one of confusion and that just fuels your rage. You laugh, stumbling back to sit at the roots of your tree. âIn your own cabin, and yet you donât know? They replaced our blanketsâours being the children of the minor godsâwith the most wafer-y blankets to ever exist and took the ones with any semblance of thickness to your new siblings,â promptly you ignore the way Lukeâs jaw clenches at the mention of siblings, âand the unclaimed.â Because what if theyâre the children of Olympians?Â
Lukeâs silence worries you for a brief second but then he reaches out and tucks in a strand of your hair behind your ear before pulling you in for a kiss. Heâs never nice about it, a reminder that youâre not his in any wayânot a girlfriend, not someone he wantsâbut regardless, he likes you right now and you might as well milk it. The kiss brings the promise of your siblings getting the old blankets back somehow even though thatâs not what you want, itâs what always comes with his kisses after an argument like this, where you tell him of something unjust that happened. Luke gets you the fairness in a way that increases the imbalance but he doesnât care: heâll treat you like a prize until his attraction fades, you donât even want to consider the after.
When he pulls away, he cups your face and thereâs something dark in the corner of his eyes. Something is off with Luke. This isnât the normal trade off the two of you have, and briefly, within you, the bells of revenge echo. He would stand with you, something tells you, if you were to take revenge from camp. Fulfil your role and make your mother proud. Exact vengeance.Â
The voice sounds similar to the one that had invaded your mind at the cabin, but this time it talks to your heart and almost every bone of your body agrees. And yet it feels wrong to take revenge on your home. After all, retribution and balance can only be achieved in its own time, and logically you have no power to bend the scales in your favour.Â
The whole world goes silent in the next second, though, as Luke pushes you up against the tree and nips at your neck. This time, your camp shirt comes off with his, and all of a sudden power imbalances donât matter for a brief second. The world quiets down until no one else but you and Luke exist, the cold of the forest is forgotten when his body touches yours, and for a moment, you would deal with the paper blankets if it meant Luke stayed with you, stayed this close to you.
â¸.
Later that night, you find your blanket replaced with the previous one. Not just yours, but Ethan and your other siblings share the same news, but itâs only the children of Nemesis who get this. Something switches in Ethan too, but you cannot focus on that, instead you stagger out of the cabin again, finding Luke in the training area.
âLuke.â
âCome on, Spitfire. Is nothing I do enough for you?â He tells you when he sees the blanket in your hands.Â
âThisâthis isnât what I meant. Balanceââ
âI canât save everyone when Iâm here, you know. The children of the minor gods will always keep getting blindsided.â
You bite your tongue. Luke could, very well, change some of that within camp limits if he wished to. Something as simple as more inclusion during training sessions, or even acknowledgement to the elder childrenâs experience would work. It wouldnât undo it completely, but it would help. Despite this, you know Luke wonât, simply because it isnât serving him any personal gain. The treatment for your siblings is less out of the goodness in his heart and more about the love you hold for them and his knowledge that as long as heâs good to them, youâll keep coming back.
âFine.â You take a step back when he approaches you. You donât want a repeat of this morning right now. âBut Iâm giving my blanket to Lou-Ellen right now, sheâs got a cold and it isnât going away.â The truth is, youâre not even sure if the Apollo cabin honestly tried for this, the importance given to anyone who isnât a child of an Olympian is negligible. You donât think itâs intentional, but it doesnât stop it from happening, and right now your only hope is Luke.Â
Luke, who isnât happy with your move. He grunts before going back to training, muttering under his breath, âyouâll see what I mean soon enough.â
With shaky hands, you go back to cabin 11 and give your blanket to Lou-Ellen, taking her paper blanket with you. She smiles and promises you of a favour she will do in return and you nod, walking out of the cabin again.
The special treatment of the Nemesis children will not go unnoticed much longer, and you have just sped up that process.Â
Gripping the paper blanket, you walk to the makeshift altar your siblings and yourself made for your mother. Nemesis isnât the nicest mother, nor is she the most empathetic, but one thing is clear she always pays her debts. Good or bad. You throw the blanket on it and make a promise.
The children of the minor gods need to unite if they have any chance at surviving at Camp Half Blood, and despite what Luke tells you, you will try your level best to give them a fighting chance.Â
That night, you fall asleep without your blanket, but the next morning you wake up warm regardless. A blanket with the initials âL.Câ rests upon you, and unknowingly you snuggle into it, still half asleep.Â
Luke gives you a small smile, muttering to himself how cute you are.
in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!
send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!
here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write â â¸
really pissed at everything rn :â) my laptop died on me and writing on my phone is a bit tough, so things will be delayed. iâm so sorry for anyone waiting, iâll try my best for it not to be
a dying fire officially sparked my passion to write for the christmas season, i'm in love !!! darling your account is so magical i'd love u be mutuals <33
would 100% love to <3 i'm so glad it did, can't wait to see what u write!
tim drake x reader, 1.4k words, mentions of weed, vigilante!reader
synopsis: smoking and making out with your best friend is totally normal, mom!
note: early post because i got excited! this is quite literally just a thousand words of me yapping about tim semi-coherently. contains mentions of smoking, it isn't fluffy at all, but i tried really hard and this is the best i could do, i'm so sorry sweet anon </3. i love the characterisation of tim done by @glamourscat so much and i've (attempted) to base my tim off theirs because it's??? so??? good???
Tim Drake was a man of several talents. He was the smartest person alive (according to you, and you were never wrong), he could skateboard with a hand tied behind his back, hell, Raâs Al Ghul had complimented him (covertly, of course, Mr. I-am-a-supreme-leader would never compliment anyone to their faces), and of course, he was the best partner to have on the field.Â
Of course, you werenât biased at all, how could you be when you were one of the only people who could testify that claim (aside from Brucey, Steph and Dickâmaybeâbut you were the coolest. Steph was a close second, of course). The fact that he was your best friend, your ride-or-die (bi or die, if you would), both in and out of costume all added to the fact that you were the best person to decide this. Period.Â
One of these several talents included rolling the finest blunt seen to mankind, second only to the man who rolled it in terms of sexiness, and lifting your mood up with little kisses along your shoulders whenever you were tense after a bad mission. Think of it like a ritual of sorts: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Timâs hand. A holy trinity if you will and your favourite, especially when it ended up with Tim kissing from your shoulder all the way up to right under your ear before nibbling on that spot till you gasped. Last week, That turned into making out till you both eventually passed out, limbs tangled and his head resting on your chest.Â
You two never spoke about it after it happened, but that didnât stop the both of you from repeating it. Why would it? There was no downside to this aside from âelevatingâ the both of you and your moods (because as much as Tim claimed to do it just for you, you knew that wasnât the whole truth, not with the way his shoulders relaxed or with the way his face lit up when you came to his apartment. He carried the burden of bad missions just as much as you did, if not more, he just never showed it out loud). And so, this became a ritual even if there wasnât a bad mission or a bad patrol, just something you did with your best friend forever: smoke, makeout, and then fall asleep tangled in each otherâs embrace. Slowly, (for the sake of both your healths), smoking was replaced with video games and this became a weekly ritual, where Tim would fight god if he had to for making take for this. Luckily he never had to because Alfred took the joy of Tim taking regular (weekly) breaks where he slept through the night, and never let Tim opt out of it.
Perfect for you, honestly.
And still, there are days when the old ritual came back, and it was back to: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Timâs hand. An optimist would hope those days were rare and preferably not existent during the #holidayszn, however, a Gothamite would know that Gotham gets worse around Christmas, because just like Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze wakes up. Unlike Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze does not bring karaoke and laughter with Tim, he brings curses and god-awful puns while terrorizing you, specifically you.Â
Now, the thing about being partners with Tim was that missions with him rarely went wrong, because everything was planned to a T with multiple explosions and Batman not being able to say much about him because what, would he ground you? (Timothy âIâm an adultâ Drake and you, never his child in the first place) and they always technically follow his rules. Patrol, however, is a different story, especially with you and Timâs patrol routes being forcefully torn apart during the holidays by Batman (he who is allergic to songs and had Mariah Carey blasted in his ear after he had just fallen asleep as a consequence of his actions) after you two were karaoking christmas songs to Calendar Man.Â
And unfortunately, as much as you were good in your own right, Mr. Freeze hates you a little too much. Enough to ambush your patrol route with his very own version of your Christmas Gift, which led to a one-sided bicker contest, while you taunted him and Mr. Freeze kept hitting you time and time again. He had decided to do this at the end of what you called the longest patrol of your life, with you already somewhat injured and exhausted, because of course he had! You were his favourite one in Gotham. Unable to land any hits on himâlisten, it was his new fancy ice device, okay? That thing did not let you get near him at all, plus you didnât want to take him solo while already sporting a few injuriesâyou just continued to play a game of taunt and dodge while requesting Oracle for back up.
And just as you slipped on the ice, Mr. Freeze screamed in a pitch that made you wonder if Mariah Carey was just him facetuned. Looking up from your position, you saw Tim as Red Robin, absolutely kicking his ass. The look on his face was feral, and in all seriousness, kind of scared you because just for a moment there, Tim looked like he was out for blood. Things progressed in a blur after that, and you remained unable to get that look of his out of your head. Even as Bruce reprimanded you for being reckless earlier, even as Alfred checks you for a concussion, Timâs face just stays there. The man himself can tell something is wrong, of course he can, heâs Tim Drake and heâs been standing next to you since you got back. You reckon he also knows you wonât tell him whatâs genuinely wrong since itâs you and you never do, so he does the best he can and silently motions for you to follow him back home for your original ritual. Itâs the best he can do because the only thing he wants to do right now is get that frown off your face, and anything works, as long as youâre smiling and okay.Â
The hesitation that precedes your agreement isnât lost on him, but Tim decides that he can delve on it when you two arenât together and all he has in front of him is the memory of your arms around his body.Â
Thereâs something largely different about that night, you realise, as you snuggle into his blanket at his apartment. The fireplace is lit up for the first time in years, your stocking is up right besides Timâs and heâs not gone to roll a blunt, but you collect the hot chocolate you two ordered. Your hair is wet from the shower earlier and the open window definitely doesnât scream no sickness, but the fire is keeping you warm as you desperately try to push that image out of your brain. Youâre not sure why youâre so fixated on it: youâve known Tim is a little scoundrel all your life, youâve known heâs dangerous and smart, but that fight was different. It marked the first time you felt afraid of him. Maybe thatâs how Tim looks when heâs mad, maybe thatâs the look on his face Raâs saw when the league had kidnapped you. Maybe heâs always been like that, but you were too lovesick to notice.
Despite that, however, you remind yourself that heâs the same as the Tim that fell down when he tried teaching you how to skate because you tripped on him, the same one that wordlessly ordered hot chocolate for you while lighting up the fireplace for the first time since he bought the apartment. Timâs as full of love as he is of contempt and gods, you feel stupid for not noticing it sooner.Â
You are swiftly pulled out of your overthinking with Tim pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. Thereâs two cups of hot chocolate in front of you and Mariah Careyâs music videos que-ed to start as the clock strikes midnight: Christmas Day. With a soft smile, you relax into his arms before flicking his forehead, Tim laughs before kissing along your neck before he gets to your face, littering it with kisses.Â
Tomorrow, you will deal with whatever you felt back then. Tomorrow, Tim will analyze the situation head to toe, but tonight? You have hot chocolate and Mariah Carey to fall asleep to whilst he holds you (fully knowing that somewhere in the night, you two will end up switching with his head on your chest).Â
Late at night, as the fire finally dies out, you no longer feel cold.
If it hasn't been filled yet, could I request Leo Valdez for "15th - a crying kiss"?
Im thinking maybe it's set on the Argo ll and they just had a run-in with some monsters (you can choose). Either reader or Leo almost get severely injured or almost die, so they are cuddled extra close when it comes time to sleep.
If you choose to do this, thank youđŤś
hi ml! i did just close reqs for these prompts, + crying kiss is going to be an open ended, chara x reader thing! though, if you're okay with it, i can do that as an external req!! maybe not argo ii but something along those lines. does that work?
in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!
send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!
here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write â â¸
final list! i added three of the characters myself + added an open ended question & removed a prompt. this isn't to say it's the last list, if you have any prompts with any characters, send them in!
hii im not sure if im doing this right but i saw your prompt request thingy and i wondered if you could write about dick grayson with number 7 (a storm) or 9 (a scar) and maybe hurt/comfort but you can basically write whatever inspires you
hi my love, i think you've confused the numbers so i'm going to go with the prompts in the brackets! a scar is taken so i'll add dick grayson for storm, which is 9th <3 i hope that's ok, please let me know if it isn't / if u wanted something else