i hate to give her attention, but i’ve been told that she’s started changing the timestamps on her posts to make it look like she posted the fics first.
these screenshots were shared with me. they were both taken today, note the time in the corner.
here is a link to the real fic.
i don’t want you guys to worry. she’s obviously already been discredited, and she won’t be able to gaslight anyone just because she knows how to use a simple tumblr function. i’ve also taken screenshots and a screen recording of her entire blog with the timestamps that are currently available, so she can’t truly erase this. but i want everyone to be aware.
for those whose fics have been stolen, i recommend submitting a DMCA request. you include the link to the work that you're accusing of infringement and then a link to you own original work. you do have to provide some personal details below but it's essentially because you're making a legal claim against copyrighted material and infringement of intellectual property.
omg finally some good news! i submitted one of these a few hours ago so 🤞 everyone who has had their fic(s) stolen should absolutely submit one of these
i hate to give her attention, but i’ve been told that she’s started changing the timestamps on her posts to make it look like she posted the fics first.
these screenshots were shared with me. they were both taken today, note the time in the corner.
here is a link to the real fic.
i don’t want you guys to worry. she’s obviously already been discredited, and she won’t be able to gaslight anyone just because she knows how to use a simple tumblr function. i’ve also taken screenshots and a screen recording of her entire blog with the timestamps that are currently available, so she can’t truly erase this. but i want everyone to be aware.
I want to bring something important to your attention. There’s a Tumblr account called @sophiasficarchive that has been copying other people’s work. I’ve put together a list of the instances I could find and tagged the original writers.
Please note: It’s not okay to steal or copy someone else’s work, but that doesn’t mean anyone should send hate messages or threats. Let’s keep this about raising awareness respectfully.
@spider-stark
Original: Dizzy on the Comedown – https://www.tumblr.com/spider-stark/801251906858237952/dizzy-on-the-comedown
Copy: Dizzy for Your Love – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804562932363034624/dizzy-for-your-love
@thebestandworstdayofjune
Original: We Can Play House, We Can Bed Down – https://www.tumblr.com/thebestandworstdayofjune/804327803272167424/we-can-play-house-we-can-bed-down?source=share
Original 3: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby – https://www.tumblr.com/colouredbyd/797739147463901184/nothings-gonna-hurt-you-baby?source=share
Copy 3: Nothing Will Hurt You – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804468789194391552/nothing-will-hurt-you?source=share
@yasministration
Original 1: The Girlification of Steve Harrington – https://www.tumblr.com/yasministration/803752538159677440/the-girlification-of-steve-harrington-steve-h?source=share
Copy 1: Steve the Man You Are – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804488876411502592/steve-the-man-you-are?source=share
Original 2: Mind-Blowing Kisser (PlatonicMarauders) – https://www.tumblr.com/yasministration/778292999677427712/mind-blowing-kisser-platonicmarauders?source=share
Copy 2: A Fabulous Kisser – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804467878928728065/a-fabulous-kisser?source=share
@loveshotzz
Original: Playing with Steve’s Hair – https://www.tumblr.com/loveshotzz/804151928939560960/playing-with-steves-hair?source=share
Copy: Play with Your Hair – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804486388532838400/play-with-your-hair?source=share
Copy: My Honey Darling and Love – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804483531334090752/my-honey-darling-and-love?source=share
@mischievousmoony
Original: Hi, Ok, I Have Another Idea for a Fic – https://www.tumblr.com/mischievousmoony/759115012911611904/hi-ok-i-have-another-idea-for-a-fic-which-again?source=share
Copy: Building Blocks – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804475832286494720/building-blocks?source=share
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Original: Mesaytara SOB – https://www.tumblr.com/cipheress-to-k-pop/790804841308061696/mesaytara-sob?source=share
Copy: Walk Him Like Dog Sis – https://www.tumblr.com/sophiasficarchive/804469494625992704/walk-him-like-dog-sis?source=share
This is meant to inform people without encouraging harassment. Copying work is wrong, but responding with threats or hate is never okay.
Update after 3 minutes of posting: @sophiasficarchive has officially blocked me. That was quick...
summary: Steve crashes girl's night, but now you're wondering why this wasn't the plan all along
wc: 1.4k
warnings: fem!reader, talks of having kids, clingy lovesick Steve, Max and El being meddlers, sugary sweet fluff all the way through
a/n: I am so beyond obsessed with these two, I want to write them forever. This is part of a larger series, but this can be read as a stand alone! I am so fearful about the finale, this is 100% how I am coping <3
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“What are you doing here?” Your boyfriend, your lovely, sweet and incredibly clingy boyfriend, was standing on your front porch, loaded down with shopping bags and a hopeful expression on his face.
“What do you mean ‘what are you doing here’?” Steve’s head cocked to the side in the way that made your heart twirl. “You needed ice cream.” He held up the bags emphatically. “So I brought ice cream.”
Those little liars.
“Just call him!”
“Please, come on!” Your girls were not patient creatures.
“I want ice cream too, but Steve is busy.” you sighed, hoping that they would drop it soon. You were ecstatic to have them both there for the sleepover you’d been promising for weeks, but they were on a tear tonight.
“Who would he be busy with? You’re here.” Max snarked, not looking up from El’s nails, which were being painted a lovely shade of neon green.
“He has a job, my angel.” Steve wasn’t at work, and you knew that he was planning on spending the night at home. But you hoped he was sleeping or doing something he actually enjoyed. He’d been so busy with work and wrangling your adopted children lately, you didn’t want to disturb him. “And other friends.”
“If you call him, he will come.” El says it so bluntly, it makes your heart stutter. She’s so sure of it.
“And it’s crazy you think he’d rather do anything else.” Max rolled her eyes. “He’s obsessed with you.”
You could feel the heat rushing to your face. You grabbed the phone, pulling the cord tight over the back of the couch. “Wanna order pizza?”
“They called you when they were supposed to be ordering the pizza, didn’t they?”
“Yep,” Steve said, popping the ‘p’ and not even bothering to hide his grin. He slipped past you, pausing only to push a firm kiss to your cheek.
“I told them to leave you alone!” your swirled around, eyebrows raised and hands firmly planted on your hips. El and Max at least had the decency to look somewhat chastised. “You’re supposed to be relaxing!”
“Spending time with my girls is relaxing.”
Okay, there was no way you could complain after that. El and Max scampered off the couch, following Steve into your kitchen where he had dumped the bags.
“Okay, strawberry for El,” he said, mostly to himself. “And vanilla for Max.” He pulled out one more pint, in your favorite flavor.
You shouldn’t be surprised that he had gone overboard. Three pints of ice cream, and all the toppings that you could dream of were already littered across the counter. And there were several bags to go.
“Stevie, this is too much.” You insisted, crossing your arms. God, was he pouting?
“You never let me spoil you!”
“The number one rule of having a boyfriend is that you have to let him spoil you.” Max said, the words muddled around the half bar of chocolate that she had managed in one bite. El nodded emphatically, rifling through one of the bags and pulling out a box of Eggos.
Steve’s eyes were wide as he gestured in agreement. “See? They get it.” Steve rummaged through your drawers, finding an ice cream scoop easily, like he’d done it a million times.
You reached for the cabinet with the bowls, but Steve’s hand snatched yours out of the air. “Baby, go sit down. We’ll make you a sundae, right girls?” Steve’s eyes were wide and pleading, and he knew he’d already won.
You nodded, reveling in the kiss he placed on the back of your hand, squeezing a few times before letting it drop. You stumbled back into the living room, plopping on the couch and letting the sounds of Steve arguing good naturedly with the girls wash over you.
A few hours later, and you’d all eaten through half of the ice cream, cried through the ending of E.T. and someone avoided getting reprimanded for the way that you and Steve were tangled on the couch together. He had one of your hands between both of his on his chest, gently playing with your hand and lightly kissing your fingerprints at irregular intervals.
You hadn’t planned on the girls staying over, but they’d fallen asleep before the trailers had finished on the second VHS. You’d cleared it with Hop and Mrs. Mayfield before Steve had carefully carted them both into your parent’s guest room.
The two of you were snuggled on the couch together, a movie playing softly in the background, though neither of you were paying it all that much attention. Steve was warm and the blanket he’d pulled off the back of the couch was soft against your skin. His chin was tucked on top of your head while he pulled you tight against his chest.
“Think you could get used to this, honey?”
“Used to what?”
“All of it.” You caught his gaze wandering around the room, taking in the aftermath of a successful night with your girls. Used cotton rounds scattered across the coffee table, a half finished bowl of popcorn and seemingly every blanket in a five mile radius piled up on the rug.
Your heart twisted, because you knew exactly what he meant. You reached for one of his hands, carefully testing to make sure the bright pink polish had dried before threading your fingers together. You weren’t surprised at how easily he’d gone along with their request to paint his nails, and you weren’t surprised at the butterflies it’d set off in your stomach.
Steve didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “Wanna come home to this every day.”
“Didn’t think you were in the market for more roommates.” you laughed, softly.
Steve rolled his eyes, but the hearts in them were more obvious than ever. “Kind of rude to call our future kids roommates, if you ask me. I imagined them looking a lot more like you than those two do, anyways.”
“Stevie,” you grumbled, hiding your face in his chest. You felt him smile against the top of your head. Flustering you was one of his favorite pastimes.
“I’m serious, baby. Know you’d be the best mom,” he sighed, “Too sweet not to be.”
You chanced a peek up at him, and the sight took your breath away. His eyes were shut, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips and a little blush dusting over his cheekbones, tinting his freckles pink.
It wasn’t the first time the two of you had talked about this. It was always like this, hushed wishes and warm words. You’d get lost thinking about Steve cuddling a tiny baby, probably born with a full head of hair if his genes had anything to say about it. You couldn’t help but think he’d thrive as a dad. How easily he’d fall into the rhythm of school pick up and soccer practice. And you wanted him to have all of it.
You sat up, forcing him to open his eyes at the loss of contact. He leaned forward, instinctively chasing you. “Are you sure it’s gotta be six, Stevie?” You asked meekly.
“I’ll take as many as you want to give me, honey. One? twenty? Doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you happy.” His eyes went soft.
“Stevie, you give in too easily!” you laughed, swatting at his chest. He caught your hand, placing exaggerated kisses up the length of your arm.
He’d reached your face, settling kisses easily across your cheeks and the tip of your nose. “Wrong.” he mumbled, too focused on his new mission.
“Wrong?!” you hissed, careful not to yell and wake up the girls.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, the vibration tickling your neck. “It’s not giving in if I want my girl happy and healthy.”
“Thought you wanted enough Harringtons to stock a basketball team?”
“Priorities changed.”
You grinned, leaning your forehead against his. “Don’t deserve you.”
You felt Steve sigh, pulling you tight against him. “Good news. You don’t have to earn me.” You were sure he could feel your heart stutter through your pajama top. “Besides, you're dead wrong about that. I’m way out of my league, here angel.” You were readying your rebuff, when his thumb found your cheek. “Just let me have this one, baby. You’re out of nail polish remover and Robin isn’t gonna let me hear the end of it when I show up with my manicure tomorrow.”
“Fine, we’ll have however many hypothetical children I want.”
“Perfect.” he whispered, in a tone that you know he meant more than just letting you win the argument.
summary: your friend group finds out something shocking about you, Hogwarts's biggest heartthrob.
wc: 1.5k
cw: undertones of remus x reader, talks of sex, suggestive(?)
A charming smile that swept boys and girls alike off their feet. Confidence that had teachers and students agreeing with any word that came tumbling out of your mouth. Luring eyes attracting prey after prey into your arms, whether it be at a party or from across the library. A roster of people lining up in front of you that had Sirius Black intimidated. Everyone wanted you, and not a single person could deny that.
Some people were genuinely intimidated to approach your friend group, and you weren't surprised. Why wouldn't they when you had the two heart throbs, the scariest student at Hogwarts, both Head Students, and a raging lesbian? That’s why everyone left your favourite spot in the common room empty, whether you were there or not. And it was always available for after parties like this one. You slumped down on the couch next to Remus, snatching his bottle of beer and taking a sip before pulling a face. Sometimes you were intoxicated enough to forget you hated beer — this was not one of those times.
“He a good kisser?” Asked Marlene from the armchair she was vacating, watching as you waved goodbye to the Hufflepuff you'd been making out with. You shrugged, letting the smile drop from your face when you turned back around. “Just enough.” “Not enough for you to take to bed?” Questioned Sirius, hiding his smirk from behind his own beer bottle. “You say that as though I sleep around.” You didn’t mean to get the entire group laughing, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face at their cluelessness. “Right, because how many people have you slept with? One? Three hundred?” You threw your head back with a laugh at Lily’s comment, eyes attracted to where she and James held hands tightly.
“Why, how many have you slept with Sirius?” You asked, suddenly curious. He winced, lips moving silently as he counted the numbers in his head. “Like twelve?” You hummed apprehensively. “Thought it would be more.” “More? Lady, you’re really scaring me here.” He shot back, eyes wide in shot. “Genuinely sweetheart, how many is it?” Pushed Marlene.
You turned to Remus, now holding you snug against him by the arm around your shoulders. The boy smiled at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. “They’re not going to believe me when I tell them.” Remus chuckled at your loud whisper, watching as you started giggling to yourself. “Oh I can’t wait to see your faces when I tell you.” You announced, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued laughing. Remus swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the number. Lily, sat directly facing you on the warm rug with her boyfriend, looked terribly concerned for your wellbeing.
“Okay, ready?” You asked, scanning the group one last time. “Wait!” Yelled Sirius, “Let’s place bets!” You nodded, seeing Remus roll his eyes from your peripheral vision. “Is that appropriate?” He rubbed your arm softly, and you turned to him again, telling him “Let them.” He was confused for a moment. Were you under the impression he knew how many people you slept with?
“Okay,” Marlene announced, “I want twelve, I’m matching Sirius’s count. Lily says seventeen, James says seven, okay odd man out. Sirius?” “Twenty three.” You gasped loudly, putting your hand out towards Sirius in a theatrical gesture. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mr. Black.”
“Oh just spill, will you?” He countered. “Okay, here we go.” You took a deep breath, taking one last look at each of your friends’ faces before finally saying. “I’m a virgin.”
Marlene screamed, standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a fucking liar is what you are.” Said Sirius with an unimpressed look on his face. “Zero?” You heard Remus mumble. He just wished you didn't sense the relief in his voice. “And I wasn’t hiding it either. If you’d asked, I’d have told you.” Marlene shook her head.
“Lies, because when I asked last week how it was with Rosier, you said-”
“Good. I said it was good.”
“And then I asked if it was mind blowing and you said-”
“Not really… Because what’s so mind blowing about a good make out sess?”
Lily suddenly gasped. “You sneaky little- so just because we’ve never said the word sex in the questions, you didn’t - oh my godric.” You shrugged, a smile on your face. “Wait so how has the entire castle been fooled?” Asked James, looking at you with genuine interest. “I mean boys in the Quidditch locker rooms talk about you all the time.”
“People exaggerate things. I’ll give a hand job here and there, and when they can’t get it up again I’ll just say it was shame and they’ll leave. I guess they’re just too embarrassed to reveal those details. And you’d be surprised by the amount of guys who cum in their trousers from a little kissing and grinding.” You heard Remus’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’re joking, right?” Clarified Sirius. You shook your head. “I’ve never tried hiding the fact that I’m a virgin. Thought you’d know.” You turned your head towards Remus, finally looking at him in the eyes.
“When I asked if you slept with Malfoy, you said no. Said you didn’t sleep around. I thought you meant you didn’t sleep around much. When you came back from Davies’s dorm, I asked you about it and you said ‘these boys are disappointing. A little kissing and they’re done for.’ I thought you meant kissing while fucking. Jesus, it’s been right in front of our faces.” Remus ranted breathily, looking at you with a confused expression.
“So Hogwarts’s number one heartthrob is a virgin?” Gasped Sirius. “Kissing enough guys made people think you’re sleeping with them all?”
“I’m good at what I do, Sirius, there’s no denying that.” His face flushed red, and from across the couch, you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Mind blowing kisser, in fact." “You see - that!” Marlene cried, sitting back down. “You’re so confident, and you could have anyone. So - so why haven’t you?”
You leaned your back against the couch, stealing Remus’s beer from him again and taking a long sip. “I just - I enjoy kissing people, you know? And I don’t want to have sex with any of these guys who are only interested in that. Like they all hope they’ll sleep with me and then steal my heart so they can be the ones to break it. I want-” You huffed, downing the rest of Remus’s beer. The boy huffed, pushing you to the side in mock annoyance. You laughed lightly. “I want someone I have a genuine connection with. An emotional commitment before a physical one.”
Your eyes followed Remus as he got up to fetch another beer, and you saw him grab a pre-mixed cocktail. He opened both bottles, handing you the watermelon flavoured drink, and you smiled at him softly. A long silence fell on the group, watching as you thanked him with a loving look in your eyes.
“Godric,” started Sirius, breaking the comfortable silence, “You must masturbate like-” “Never.” You cut in. It was his turn to scream now, and even James and Lily’s jaws dropped. You started laughing again as you took another sip of your drink. “Not my thing.” “But you have, right?” Asked Marlene, a desperate look in her eyes. You shook your head.
“So the biggest heartthrob at Hogwarts isn’t only a virgin, but has never had an orgasm.” You nodded at Lily’s shocked words. She was discovering a whole new side of her best friend. “Hogwarts’s biggest heartthrob is actually Hogwarts’s biggest prude.” You grinned, almost proudly, at Sirius’s words.
You stood suddenly, putting your drink down on the table and stretching your back in an exaggerated manner. “Well, I’m going to go have another peaceful, virgin night’s sleep.” Marlene cackled at your comment, and you squeezed Remus’s outstretched hand as you passed by. It was easy to notice how relieved he was to know that you didn't sleep around. That maybe, his amateur skills in bed could impress you.
“Hey y/n?” You spun around, hand still holding Remus’s. You hummed at Sirius’s call, tossing your hair out of your face. “I’m not drunk enough now, but next time, I’m finding out just how good of a kisser you are.” You winked at your friend, missing the glare Remus sent his way. You bent down, pressing a kiss on Remus’s forehead. The unsuspecting boy jumped at the feelings of your soft lips on his forehead, and he turned to wave bye at you, but you had already turned your back to him and were halfway up the stairs.
Once you were out of earshot, Sirius laughed loudly, clutching his sides. “Oh, should’ve seen his fucking face! Chill out, Remus, I am not stealing your girl.”
hey it's december so time to stare at my work and judge it, here's some stuff that i still like! not included are zine stuff that i'm holding on to for now
this year i focused mainly on character drawing and im a bit more confident in it now. hoping for more drawing time next year
