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i really need to go to sleep but my mind is too awake with many many manyyy dustin henderson x reader plots, and now i’m thinking i might expand the universe of one of my written dustin fics and add moments with reader and other st characters ughhfhwkbdkakqlanalandksj
i really need to go to sleep but my mind is too awake with many many manyyy dustin henderson x reader plots, and now i’m thinking i might expand the universe of one of my written dustin fics and add moments with reader and other st characters ughhfhwkbdkakqlanalandksj
it’s very obvious for me to say that i haven’t been the most active as of lately. and this really stems from my lack of actual motivation for writing, and i think this is because of my the very limited range i’ve made for myself.
at the moment, i am only really posting stuff related to the k-pop fandom (especially seventeen and enhypen), and also the narnia universe. with that being said, i have reached some type of burn-out wherein i just can’t think of anything to do with them, even when i refer to requests.
what i am trying to say is, i (maybe) pausing my activity for those groups and will try to focus on my other interests.
so, this is essentially me announcing that i will be writing for the stranger things fandom!! we shall not (or we shall, because i also have a few opinions) talk about how awful that ending was. it felt like i wasted a decade of commitment to the show, just for them to do that.
i have a dustin henderson fic in the works, and that shall be the start of my launch.
i can’t wait!!! and i hope you’ll stay with me for it and more.
(p.s. i don’t even know if i worded this all right because i just spent about 5 days with people back from home and my english has not been used until yesterday 💀 so bare with me)
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*credits to a dear friend of mine for this idea.
Tumblr is rolling out a new reblog/notes system that completely disregards creators. In their new system, they're taking a twitter-style approach where reblogs will have their own notes that DO NOT contribute to the original post's notes.
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And I still see some of yall say ‘make this fic into a character ai pls!’
WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF WATER
Get off those god forsaken generative ai apps or you will go down with those who care
Especially those of you in the fanfic community, you steal your own work by going on c.ai and simultaneously kill us
For those who don’t know, ai takes from fresh water to cool its computer systems and the water can’t be recycled. ChatGPT alone uses 500 million gallons of water a day, and the AI industry used more water last year than the plastic water bottle industry. It also produces nothing original and takes from artists and writers alike.
Please resist and fight against this, it will only change if there is a collective effort ‼️‼️‼️
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 ☛ Luke never misses an opportunity to spend time with the gorgeous Aphrodite daughter, even if said opportunity is sparring with her.
word count ☛ 1.2k
warnings ☛ pure fluff!!! plus a swear word! luke being so disgustingly handsome should be a warning itself.
mene's note ☛ based on this prompt by @algrolo. hope you don't mind if I wrote it!!!
dividers by ☛ @cursed-carmine and @cafekitsune
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No one was surprised, really.
That, however, did not discredit her beauty. She still was one of the most beautiful girls in Camp Half–Blood, second only to Silena Beauregard.
When the best swordsman in all Camp had completely fallen for a daughter of Aphrodite, no one really wondered why.
She was drop–dead gorgeous. Many murmured that she looked like the carbon copy of her mother. But then again, did one know exactly how Aphrodite looked? Her appearance shifted to match the ideal of beauty in the eyes of the person looking at her. Therefore, saying YN resembled the Goddess of love, was not correct.
Campers were, in spite of that, left speechless when said Aphrodite camper had approached Luke Castellan himself to teach her the art of sword fighting. It was a rather unusual sight. Children of the Goddess of Beauty did not preoccupy themselves with Camp activities that didn't include Art and Crafts or volleyball matches. They were more the type to sit in the Arena, often found giggling and staring shamelessly at particularly attractive boys training in combat.
Luke had agreed to help almost immediately, a proud grin overtaking his features, softening his face and scar.
That is how he had found himself waiting for her in the Arena, two swords laying ready by his side, tightening and fixing his combat gear for what seemed an eternity. In the time span in which Luke had been waiting for her, he had run his hand through his hair at least ten times and kicked the same rock to the point he had lost count of how many times he'd done it.
What was holding her? What was making her late? He had been waiting for a good hour!
‘Fucking finally’, he had muttered under his breath when he spotted her figure approaching the Arena as calmly as she could. He narrowed his eyes, catching sight of her… Perhaps not so appropriate outfit? She was wearing combat boots, a skirt, and a white tank top.
“You sure about the skirt, lovely?”, he shouted while eyeing her entering the ground, a slight smirk pulling on his lips.
“Bit impractical, no?”.
“Man of little faith”, she huffed when she got to him. “It is impractical if you're not a skirt–super–expert”, she said while crossing her arms over chest, in an obvious tone.
“A what, now?”, he looked at her incredulously. Gods, she was gorgeous, and apparently even witty. He's so down bad.
“A skirt–super–expert”, she repeated another time. “See, Castellan, you don't even know of this term because you're not one!”
“Yeah, right”, he rolled his eyes affectionately. He sighed and threw a leather chest piece at her. “Put it on, super–duper–girlie”, he nodded at her.
“Yes, sir!”, she smiled up brightly at him, tying up the laces behind her back.
“So… You often give extra lessons to girls, Hermes boy?”
“Only to the ones I'm interested in”, he replied, grinning lightly and got behind her, helping her with the task at hand.
“Oi! I'm capable of doing it on my own, you know?”, she protested playfully.
“Yeah, but then I couldn't have been this close to you, no?”, he made a last knot and rested his hands on her waist for a few seconds before stepping away and picking up the swords, passing her one.
“You know the basics, right?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Of course! Timing, distance, caution blah blah blah. Can we get to the sparring part already?”, she huffed impatiently.
Luke sized her up for a few seconds, eventually surrendering and nodding. “As you wish, my pretty lady”
He got into a fighting stance, watching her mimicking him, holding her sword confidently in front of her face.
“Ready?”, she asked bubbly.
“Born ready, lovely”
Sounds of swords clashing could be heard from a mile away.
Luke had to admit she was good. Better than he'd ever thought. She was able to stand her ground, however wobbly and imprecise her moves were.
That, though, didn't mean he was having a hard time blocking her attacks. He was almost playing it safe, as if not to hurt her feelings by disarming her within the first second of the combat.
He had already figured out what was wrong in her style, and was dying to let her know it.
As soon as he saw an opportunity, he slashed her sword, twisting it out of her hand, disarming her impressively easily and pointing his at her neck, a smug look reigned over his face.
“Not a super–sword–expert, are you?”, he muttered while leaning closer, breath fanning over her face.
“Oh, shut up”, she rolled her eyes, despite the ever–growing grin painting her lipgloss coated lips. She took a few steps back and went to retrieve back her scattered sword, pushing away from her face some stray strands of hair that managed to escape her tail.
However, Luke's eyes didn't waver. They were still on her. Picking up on every little quirk and way of hers. Dreaming of touching her hair, holding her close to him, being the one she'd come to for her problems or her favourite things. Did all that make him a lovesick fool? Everyone at Camp who knew of his blatant attraction called him that nowadays. Was it necessarily a negative thing?
“While you were studying the blade, I was studying you, lovely”, he spoke up. Eyes trained on her, dark hair imperceptibly damp from the efforts of fighting, the scar across his face looking more like an award than a burden.
She turned to him, tilting her head slightly as her face brightened almost immediately. “That's so out of the blue, Castellan”, she teased.
“You're weak on your left side, and your footwork could use improvement”, he continued speaking, sword still tightly held in his right hand.
Her smile widened, eyes shining a tad more as he corrected her form. “Great. I'll make sure to work on tha–”
“–Also, I think I've fallen in love with you”, he interrupted her mid–sentence. Not caring if he had been too straightforward with his confession. Well, he had already been very clear with his feelings, right? He had flirted with her for the whole duration of the combat.
Despite all that, his words had taken her by surprise. She was staring right back at him, lips slightly agape in what could be confused for shock, and arms by her side.
A few seconds later, she was back to herself, beaming like her father had just gifted her designer clothes.
“You think so?”
“Indeed, lovely”, he replied with a genuine smile taking over his features.
“If that's the case…”, she stepped closer to him, and rested her hand on his shoulder, proceeding to leave a quick peck on his lips before dropping the sword on the ground. She flashed him a last smile before definitely turning and walking away, probably headed to her cabin to tell her siblings of the events.
Luke, having made sure she was far away enough, threw his sword in celebration. The clashing sound only adding to the myriads of emotions and sounds occupying his mind.
“Yep. Down bad”, piped up Percy from behind him, holding Riptide in one hand and a bag of blue gummies in the other.
“Indeed, buddy. Indeed”, had confirmed Luke, a new confident air around him.
Percy stared at him for a while before nodding to his bag of gummies, “want one?”
i haven’t read percy jackson in soooo long but this just reminded me of why i was in love with luke when i was younger. ooohhhh i just love a downbad man. 😩
(i also haven’t watched the disney+ series yet BUT i have seen the actor that plays luke castellan and damn he’s fine!)
starting to find that writing in 2nd person might be for me…
what kind of irks me though (and not that it’s a bad thing, i just find myself it weird? humbling?) is that i, most of the time, start a sentence with ‘you’.
LOL i don’t know why this is bothering me so much.
in honor of twilight’s 20th anniversary (and also because i am still a fan 😭), i share this jacob black x reader fic i stumbled upon the other day and finished right away. UGH i love a good slowburn friends to lovers 😩😍😍
You and Peter have come very far from where you were, and you'll not ask for anything more.
pairing/s: peter pevensie x reader (both peter and reader are monarchs of narnia)
genre: marriage, family, slice-of-life, fluff
word count: 1332
a/n: based on this ask (also) from ages ago. it's not quite what you asked for anon. i hope that's okay.
credits to @cursed-carmine and @sweetmelodygraphics for dividers used.
During the earlier days of your relationship with Peter, it started rather… unconventional.
After all, you were strangers to each other, his siblings included. Your first meeting being at the professor’s house in the country side. Him continuously being apologetic as you had willingly joined him in looking after his three younger siblings. And not long after, you all were in a place covered in snow, which by the way - was through the wardrobe? Where talking animals were a thing? And an evil snow queen had kidnapped Edmund?
That made it even worse for Peter. Not only was he now meant to save an entire kingdom, but also make sure his brother comes back alive or else their mum back in Finchley will skin him. Not to mention what will happen if something ever happened to you.
But despite also being new to everything, you stayed by his side. Their side. Not even when the Ice Queen also tempted you your own place.
You did more than what they could ask for. You comforted Lucy when Peter’s frustration got the best of him and Susan was on her wit’s. The little girl could only handle so much without her older siblings by her side. You offered strategies that were far better than they could think of. Even going as far as being next to Peter’s side during battle. Edmund was more than pleased when you didn’t leave them alone. He had found a friend in you, and much to his favour, mellowed down his snappy brother.
It wasn’t until after the coronation night when the two of you slowly drifted away from being just friends.
It started with the small gestures that were already there, but amplified. A hand on your back to guide you. Walking you to your quarters at night. Offering you his elbow as you walk together.
Then, they became grander. Adding more fuel to the fire he was already tending.
Grand flower arrangements he dutifully places in vases before giving to you, never forgetting to come back with a new set when they start to wilt. (You eventually found out it was because he kept a singular bud to look after, and once that one started to show end of life, he got out and picked fresh ones.) Solo dinners where it was just the two of you under the presence of the moon. Walks became more than just nightly rituals. You two soon found a routine of taking walks around the kingdom grounds, where talking came easy and each other’s presence were more than comfort.
What started as a silly courtship turned in to a relationship of love. It was far from perfect, you both agreed that was highly impossible. Vulnerability and anger were still present, but it balances out when conversations were shared. You helped him and he helped you.
And here you were now, sat underneath an apple tree to shade you and your 6-month old baby as your husband plays with the rest of your children.
“Come join us, mummy!” Eli, your 7-year old and eldest of now three, screams. Running away from the game of tag towards your spot. You wince as he gets closer, finally hearing the little wheezes he lets out as he catches his breath. As you start fussing around, trying to grab your son a drink, a hand stops you. Shielding you from the bright rays of the sun, you look up to see Peter. He grabs the cup from your hand, telling you a light ‘I’ve got it’.
You watch as he settles the kids down with ease. Preparing the packed picnic basket Mrs Beaver had prepared when she found out about your day plans. Soon, the blanket you were sat on was filled with various fruits and snacks. Warmth and adoration blooms in your chest as Peter easily wades through fatherhood, even if he has already done this a bunch of times.
“Where are you going?” he asks, voice groggy. Your only response was a yawn. It was then that Peter registers a cry in the background that he realises the reasons behind your abrupt arousal. He becomes alert. Noticing how you were still near the bed, he grabs your wrist gently, finally grabbing your attention.
On a normal day, Peter would fawn over the adorable look of fatigue you are sporting on but the lack of sunlight from the sky made him think otherwise.
“Stay in bed, I’ve got this one.” He prompts. Too tired to reply once again, you can only nod your head as you go back to bed. He couldn’t blame you for not arguing. After all, you were the one up late the night before nursing your new born. The least Peter could do was deal with the little nightmares.
“Mummy, I got you flowers!” Jacob shouts as he runs over. You notice the pile of daisies in between his chubby little fingers. You swoon at your 3-year old’s sweet gesture, wrapping him tight between your arms before he could even settle down. Not far behind him follows Eli, also bringing his own handful of floral.
“What are these for, my sweet boys?”
“Just flowers! Like daddy do!”
You didn’t think you’d be able to fall more for your family.
For as long as you could remember, Peter had brought it upon himself to give you flowers, sometimes even just a flower, to show another way of appreciating you. “Just because, my love.” He had simply explained the one time you asked for an explanation.
It seems that your own little boys have also caught on.
Peppering kisses all over Eli and Jacob, your heart swells at the happy giggles fluttering the area. It is then you finally see your husband himself, a smile on his face as he walks over to you. A single sunflower between his fingers.
“Will this do for a man to get kisses like those?”
“Y/N, may I please come in?”
Peter had been worrying all day. Only having seen you early in the morning when you both woke up, he was left out in the loop.
Susan had come up to him earlier that afternoon, something about needing him to see you and not to panic. Yet, he was on the verge of.
You were not anywhere he thought you would be, and when he still couldn’t find you in the secret gardens, that’s when it started spiking. If it wasn’t for a faun leaving the infirmary, he wouldn’t have known. She had softly let him know you were there. Again, mentioning that he had to see and speak with you.
‘What in Aslan’s mane is going on?’
Your face greets him first when you finally open the door. He steps in cautiously, letting the door close as he grabs both of your hands. “Are you alright?”
Peter scans your face, relief starting to course him at the lack of injuries.
You take a deep breath, eyes boring into his like it’s your lifeline. Might as well be, at this point. “Peter…”
Peter takes note at the fragility of your tone. Mentally telling himself to calm down. He waits as you gather yourself. The seconds tick by like hours of the day.
“Pete…”
“Yes?”
“I’m pregnant.”
You both don’t exactly remember what happened next. You swore he fainted. Peter swears the opposite. What you both do know was the shared tears of joy that followed soon after. Another set of promises shared. The hugs and the laughter.
Peter had taken over carrying your baby-girl, Sloane. “You haven’t been giving your mum trouble, have you?” He teases, smiling to himself as the baby lets out a coo.
He meets your eyes over your kids’ heads, both too engrossed in their sandwiches to disturb the two of you. Nothing but warmth and love swallows the two of you, and Peter swears to himself he’d rather keep this than ever going back to Finchley.
thank you so much for reading until the end. let me know what you think!
special tag: @selenewowww i know you were waiting for this one!
Could you do a hc/ one shot of Peter Pevensie with his wife, in Narnias golden age and just what it’s like for the two of them and just all the sweet romantic moments (like holding hands under the table during banquets, dancing at balls, and all the sweet, romantic things that would come with their marriage (please not smutty)), and then what he’s like with his eventual children and just sweet family fluff. I just think it would be really cute, and Peter always seems to me like he’s a big family person and would just be a sweet, wonderful, doting husband and father even while being high king.
hey anon! i know it’s BEEN A WHILE (big focus on a while, i do apologise) but it’s here!! i tried to work with what you requested.
