#do not reupload or repost to other sites without my permission

[meidnightrain]

and then i go and ruin it all by saying something stupid like “i love you.” i may have been another fling to you, but to me you were my world. you haunt my every waking moment, you lurk in my dreams, your voice rings in my ear like a broken record on loop, reaching for your hand because of muscle memory. but never do i get to feel your touch, you’re gone, you’ve moved on and i’m still chasing ghosts. so kiss me, play with me, do as you wish, break my heart over and over again till i grow numb. you might have never been mine, but i was always yours.

ALHAITHAM, AYATO, AVENTURINE, DR. RATIO, KAEYA, SAMPO, SUNDAY, TARTAGLIA, WANDERER + your fav

© AVENTURNE 2023. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, SHARE, TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD MY WORKS ONTO ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

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[4sturns]

was just notified that my work along with many other sturniolo writers on tumblr have had their work stolen and reposted onto wattpad without our permission.

we all put so much effort into our work just for it to be stolen and uncredited on another site and it's so infuriating.

i do not give permission and never have given permission for my work to be reuploaded onto any other blog, let alone a whole different platform, and i believe i speak for the others affected too.

please check out, report, comment, do whatever it takes to take down this book on wattpad.

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[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 22 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,962

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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April 2022

“Hi Nattie.” 

Nat felt as though her stomach was in her throat and she could do nothing more than stare at Chris – her ex-boyfriend – in disbelief. Her phone sat abandoned and ignored in her hand as it buzzed with a notification, watching the man who was no longer hers stand in the opening of the elevator, his hand holding the doors open as his ball cap sat low over his face. 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find something to say to him, hesitating for several moments as her brows furrowed even deeper and she pushed her curls back behind her ear nervously. Nat swore then that her eyes were somehow tricking her. There was no way that he actually was standing there, holding the elevator doors open in the lobby of that San Francisco hotel. So many questions started swirling in her mind, not knowing how or why he was here, let alone how he even knew where she was. But even in that moment of pure shock and plain confusion, there was a piece of her heart that knew this felt right, that somehow knew that there was something still holding them together. 

“C-Chris?” She finally asked shakily, pausing to clear her throat and hopefully calm down a bit. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her leggings, then crossed her arms over her chest as she curiously asked, “What are you doing here?” 

“...I wanted to talk to you,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder quickly as a couple entered an elevator on the opposite side of the room. He turned back to look at Nat, raising a single eyebrow and added, “If that’s okay with you.” 

“I’m just um, I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted, blinking her eyes rapidly as she shook her head. She reached up absentmindedly, adjusting the strap of her purse before she paused and asked, “How did you know I was here?” 

A slight grimace appeared on Chris’ face as he shook his head, glancing down at the beat-up sneakers on his feet. “Jamie told me,” he informed her quietly. He paused as the elevator behind them beeped and someone exited it, leaving the room without a second glance to them. Once they were alone again, he explained, “After I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, I asked him if he knew where you were.” 

Nat’s brows furrowed deeply at those words, surprised at the admission. “You went to LA first?” She asked him in disbelief. 

“Yeah, um, Nat, can we talk? Maybe somewhere more private?” He asked, a tight expression on his face as the sound of a large group approached from the lobby. But then he paused, staring at the mirrored wall of the elevator before he clarified, “...Do you want to talk?” 

She hesitated, still reeling from the sudden change in events before she nodded and stepped to the side, telling him, “We can go up to my room.” Her hand hovered over the button for her floor as he removed his hand from the opening and stepped into the small elevator car. 

It felt so weird to have him step into that elevator, leaving space between them while an uncomfortable silence settled over the space. She didn’t have a clue what to say or even how to feel in the moment. As her brain slipped back into memories of the previous weekend, Nat felt a pang in her heart as she thought of all those harsh words and the pain that it had caused. Tears prickled at her eyes as she remembered Chris saying he felt as if he didn’t know her and how easily he had wanted to draw boundaries on what she should be doing in life while he did exactly what he wanted. 

She hadn’t thought their relationship was like that, and wanted to believe that it wasn’t and was just a massive misunderstanding. But when he slammed that door of her apartment, leaving her alone and in silence, she hadn’t thought even then that her phone would go quiet without a single text or call from him which only solidified that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. That was it. They were over almost as quickly as they had started. 

Nat felt like her heart had completely broken in two. She had never felt love like she had with him, feeling fully known, fully celebrated, fully challenged, and fully loved by him in every way but having him leave so easily and holding her job decision over their relationship had caused her trust to be shaken. Nat had spent the last week feeling like this whole relationship truly had been too good to be true. At the end of the day he didn’t want her more than anything. He wanted her only as long as it worked for him. 

The problem was that she still loved him. She still wholeheartedly loved him and didn’t know how she’d get that to stop. Nat was a headstrong person and wasn’t afraid to work hard, but the emotions that she felt so deeply and clearly made it so hard. She had thought this time was different. This time was going to be forever. But all of that had come crashing down with one simple argument. 

But now she wasn’t so sure. 

Seeing him taking her by surprise, standing here while asking her to talk gave her hope. It made her think that maybe he was feeling the same way she was. Maybe he wasn’t willing to give up as easily as he had seemed to. Nat had so many moments this last week that she had picked up her phone, staring at his contact as she thought about just clicking ‘Call’, but each time, that hurt and fear seemed to creep back up and resulted in her clicking her phone off. It seemed so hopeless and as if there wasn’t a point, but seeing Chris who had flown across the country – and evidently, the state too – just to talk to her made her realize that it wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed even just a half an hour earlier. She’d been struggling to reconcile what their reality had quickly become, but now, face-to-face with the man who had admittedly hurt her so so badly, she felt her arguments and defenses weaken. 

She got pulled back to reality when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nat tucked her curls behind an ear as she stepped out into the hallway and saw Chris out of the corner of her eye lift his hand, instinctively reaching out to rest his hand on her back as he followed behind her, just as he’d done so many times before, but then saw him drop it just as quickly when the reality of the situation dawned on him. Just that one simple action was enough to make her want to cry, hating the chasm that seemed to be between them. 

They were never like this before, having been drawn to each other since the very first day they met, over a year ago. Even though their relationship hadn’t started until the previous May, he’d quickly become her closest companion before then. They were always affectionate, nearly always touching when they were around one another, and to see him hesitate to touch her for the first time ever… it hurt. It hurt almost more than the sound of him slamming her door did the week before. 

Right then, Nat knew in her heart that although there were a lot of things that still were left unsaid and needed to be dealt with, she knew that she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted him. She wanted to be with Chris and she was willing to work through the struggles that came with it because to her, he was worth it. As she pulled out her key to hold it up to the door, she felt emotions weighing down her chest, touched as she thought of him getting on a plane in what had to be the middle of the night to try to track her down. He had gone to so much effort just to talk to her, without any guarantees of a positive outcome, and the realization of that had tears forming in her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to hold back any of her feelings once the door was closed. 

Now it was Nat’s turn to surprise Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against his and pressing her lips against his. It didn’t take him more than a second to react, his hands coming to press against her back, holding her even tighter against him as he kissed her back just as passionately. Nat knew they needed to talk and work through this all, but she just couldn’t have gone one more second without him knowing that his effort to come track her down hadn’t gone unwanted and that through all of this, that she still truly, deeply, loved him. It was still there, she always knew that by how much pain she’d been in for the last week. But to know that what they shared between them was still there, still beating strong in both of them, unaffected by what had been fractured, gave them both something to continue fighting for. 

When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they each finally pulled their lips away from one another but their arms stayed holding onto one another. They just stood there for a long moment before he brought a hand up to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, giving him a better view of her face as he looked down at her with so many emotions in his blue eyes. 

“I love you, Nattie,” he told her, his voice low and wavering before he took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration then admitting, “I was so stupid. So fucking stupid and I’m so sorry.” 

The tears that had been threatening to fall since the second they saw each other finally spilled down her cheeks openly as her body shook with the weight of the words. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her and holding Nat up as she buried her face in his chest. She let the emotions finally leave her system as he pressed kisses to her hair, quietly holding her until she finally took a deeper breath, gathering herself as she moved her face away from his now tear-stained tee shirt.

“I love you too,” Nat’s voice cracked as tears still cascaded down her cheeks while looking up into his arched eyes as she honestly spoke, “I’m sorry too Chris, I overreacted and I’m sorry and I just…I really really love you.” 

When her words dissolved into more tears, Chris just pulled her right back against him, her head laying against his chest while he rubbed her back and comforted her with, “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, baby.” 

She felt his hand moving up and down over her back, the action soothing her as he tucked her head under his chin. Her ear was pressed against his chest, next to the spot where she knew his tattoo for Dodger was, but as she nearly clung to him, she recognized the sound of Chris’ heart racing below her ear. The rapid thumping of his heart echoing in her ear reminded her that it wasn’t just herself that was relieved, put back together from being broken. It was about the two of them coming back together as one whole unit instead of two fractured halves, something she hadn’t thought was possible before stepping onto that elevator today. 

Breaking the silence, she felt his low voice rumble in his chest as Chris spoke, “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, but I just want you to know that I adore you Nattie. I was such a fucking idiot and I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry and I love you so much.” 

“I just can’t believe you’re here,” Nat shook her head while she ran a hand over his chest that was covered in a soft tee shirt, almost wanting to remind herself that he truly was here. She brought her eyes up to meet his, still in disbelief as she asked, “You really flew all over just to find me?” 

“If I wasn’t so stupid I would have done it a helluva lot sooner,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly amused as he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head. 

“I still can’t believe you came here for me,” she whispered. She’d never be able to reconcile that – that he believed so strongly in even trying to fix this mess that he’d fly all over just to try to find her, with absolutely no idea if it’d even work. 

But here they were. And she was so so so glad he tried. 

“I love you Nat, and I just couldn’t give up on us,” he whispered to her, a soft smile on his bearded face as he stared down into her eyes.

She was completely out of words, unsure how to even say how she was feeling and instead just pulled herself back against his chest, hugging him tightly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he held her right back just as securely, both feeling like everything was finally going to be alright. 

They shared another long kiss, relishing once again in the feeling of being back in each other’s arms before they made their way over to the small couch, Nat leading Chris as she held his hand. She paused right as they came to a stop in front of the couch, dropping his hand to unceremoniously move the various clothes and her bag that she’d shoved onto the couch the night before, only so she could sleep in the messy bed behind them. Once the couch was clear of her things, she curled up next to him, bending her legs to let them rest in his lap, his hand dropping to rub along her thigh as they relaxed in one another’s presence. 

“How’s Dodge?” 

“Did you really just ask how Dodger was?” Chris asked, his nose scrunching as he laughed in disbelief. His voice was light and amused as he pointed out, “I flew across the country and the first real question you’re going to ask me is about Dodger?” 

She simply shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading across her lips as his hand kept moving over her legs absentmindedly. “Well he’s clearly the best part of being close to you,” she joked. 

His voice was low as he pulled her impossibly closer to him with the arm that rested over her shoulders, admitting more to himself than to her, “God, I fuckin’ missed you Nattie.” 

Reaching out to rest her hand on his chest, fingers brushing against his necklace as she admitted, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.” 

“I felt that too which is why I just couldn’t stand it anymore,” Chris spoke truthfully, fingers curling and uncurling against her leg, just happy to feel her underneath his touch once again. 

There still was an elephant in the room though, one that couldn’t and shouldn’t be avoided and they both knew it. Although they both would have loved to just stay in that happy and relieved moment, Nat spoke what they both knew to be true and said, “I think you are right though, I think we need to talk about…everything.” 

“Do you want to talk now or do you want to go get something to eat first or just have a break for a while?” He asked her, his voice small as his fingers tapped on her leg softly. 

She pursed her lips as she thought. She was hungry, that was undeniable, and her goal earlier had been to go find some food before she ran into Chris. But putting off this conversation would do them no good, especially if she knew Chris was only a few floors away, pacing in his own room before they talked it out fully. “I think I’d rather talk now,” she began slowly, pausing to sigh as she shook her head and confessed, “I just don’t even know where we went wrong, Chris. I feel like everything just blew up suddenly.” 

He took a deep, steadying breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he nodded his head. “It did, but I think where we both went wrong was walking away instead of just tabling things until we were more clear headed,” he pointed out.

“I know you’re right,” she agreed with a whisper. It was easy now to point out the faults in everything, seeing things clearly once the dust had settled. But they had to do some work before things got to an okay place. As his hand sat on her shin, she pushed the rising anxiety back down inside her and mustered up the courage to tell him, “I know I overreacted and I’m sorry for that. I know I can get all spun up and too emotional about things but I just felt really… alone. I felt like you weren’t listening to me at all.” 

A small sigh escaped Chris at those words, and she knew that seeing the other’s view for the first time wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but it was certainly necessary. “Nattie, I want you to know that I really was trying to look out for you. I really was just trying to make sure you were doing what you want, but when you told me that you wanted to do it, I should have supported you and I didn't. And I'm sorry for that.” He simply apologized, his thumb moving in a small path over her leg as he spoke. 

“I know you were Chris and I’m sorry I didn’t really give you any room to voice your concerns. If I ask for your opinion, I need to be ready to listen and I wasn’t,” she apologized. She recognized her own faults in the argument, she had since the second he stepped out of that apartment in a fury. But the fault laid on both of them, and she needed him to admit that.

He nodded slowly, fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her leg as he said, “I just didn't think that this job was something that you wanted to do and I think it surprised me and I didn’t really understand why… although I still don’t.” 

Nat nodded, knowing she hadn’t been able to give him the full reasoning behind this move. She ignored the way her heart was racing with adrenaline, anxiety, and nerves, and instead explained, “I really thought that this job would be the answer to so many things. I thought it would give me better hours for us to be together, I’d have more flexibility to go home and see my family, and I’d be putting so many years of hard work to use and having a great career in art.” 

Judging by the tender look that had crossed his face, she knew that the vulnerability in her voice must have been evident and he shook his head softly for a moment before his eyes came to look right into hers, “I’m sorry that I didn’t support you and I promise that I’m completely on board for what you want, Nat.” 

“It’s not an excuse but I think I’m just a little extra sensitive because of Shane. He expected me to just drop my career for him and I was feeling like you were willing to go film and sign onto new projects but didn’t want me to keep moving up,” she tried to explain. Nat wanted him to see how what he had been asking her to do was something he wasn’t doing himself. “It wasn’t fair to project that onto you though. I let my emotions rule me rather than relying on what I knew was true about our relationship.” 

“I’m not going to lie Nat, that really did hurt me that you felt like I was just trying to control you and not that I had your best interests at heart,” Chris’ voice was soft, his hand lifting up in the air as he thought of what he was trying to say before it fell back down to rest on her knee, “I want you to be able to trust me.” 

“I do, Chris, and I’m sorry. I really am,” she honestly apologized, dipping her head to the side to catch his eye. “I think what wasn’t okay was that you wanted everything to revolve around your schedule and not taking mine into account. You signed onto new projects and wanted me to come see you but then complained when I’d have to work longer because of taking time off to see you.” 

There was something in his voice that was almost unrecognizable that she didn’t understand was fear until he told her, “I was just worried about you working so hard.” 

“Something to keep in mind though is that you have an irregular job,” Nat wanted to be sensitive to his feelings but also wanted him to be able to recognize how wildly different his life was from most peoples. “You work hard, but you don’t go to work every day and never have and most of the people you’ve dated had a similar schedule. I think some of it you just don’t realize what having a more regular career is like.” 

He blinked a few times as he stared at Nat, a perturbed look settling over him as he admitted, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” 

“I feel like you were only looking at it through your point of view,” Nat pointed out to Chris, starting to touch on the root of the issue on his end. 

“Nattie, I really wasn’t trying to be selfish. I just didn’t think that this job was a good fit for you,” he still wasn’t changing his mind on his reasoning but went on to explain, “But what I realized is I don’t think we have to agree. I care more about us being together than all the other shit.”

“I feel that way too,” Nat couldn’t help but reach out to rest her hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb stroking softly as she told him, “I love you so much.” 

At first Chris didn’t verbally respond, but the tenderness in his blue eyes said everything he needed to. His hands came to rest along the sides of her waist, leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, “I love you,” before crashing their lips together. 

Nat melted into the kiss, moving to lay back against the couch as Chris followed her down and kept kissing her and moving against her until they both were seeing stars. She realized just how true Chris’ words were, how they truly didn’t need to agree or always see eye to eye, but what they did need was to be together.

Everything felt like a blissful blur as they peeled each other out of their clothes and let their hands start to explore warm skin and hear soft sighs. Nat swore it didn’t even matter what he was doing, but just feeling him again was pure heaven as she was reminded that they belonged to one another. They needed one another more than they even knew and Nat knew now, in her heart, that they’d always have each other, no matter what. 

A/N: Our asks are always open!

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[twotangledsisters]

I saw you post about people stealing your art through another friend. Have you thought about creating an art tag for your name that people could search up here on tumblr?

Hi, thanks so much for the advice!

I do have a tag/watermark that I started using after the first incident, and I put it on every drawing plus wips, or at least try to, I won't deny I do occasionally forget, it's pretty simple and kinda subtle:

Includes my wishes about reposting, as well as my tumblr and my Tiktok.

Less subtle is my signature and my username in all fanart!

However, even with these stuff in place, it doesn't really solve the issue about reposting people's artworks (reposting meaning download or copying an image and uploading again on the same or another site, this isn't the same as reblogs or even reposts on TikTok where it's more a share feature!).

Very few users take the time if they see art reposted on instagram or pinterest to look up the original artist.

Even on sites that DO credit the original artist, most people do not bother to click that link and give the original artist any attention.

And because accounts that repost art do not have to create anything, they can upload tons of stunning pieces a days and directly compete with the actual artists making it even harder for artists to get noticed.

Also, since most accounts doing this do not inform the original artist their doing this, an artist might have two comments on a piece of art and think it sucks because it reached so few people, while on another account that isn't there's, it's getting all the love and attention! (I have had this happen to me and seen it happen to others and I can tell you it HURTS).

Having a tag is super important, and I implore any artists who hasn't got one to make one because even if you think you're art isn't good enough to be stolen, I thought the same thing! Unfortunately I cannot stress enough that isn't a solution and it's super important artists continue to fight this theft by reporting accounts when they are stealing our art, and if everybody could just not support accounts that reupload art without permission, that would be great too.

Also, I know we have this discussion every other day in fandom but give the creatives in your fandom some love! Everybody loves seeing the beautiful art or reading their fave ship, but behind all of this is a person who spent a lot of time of love on that piece and deserves to know the impact it's having! ❤️

Also, again, huge thanks to the original asker for the advice! It's great advice, I went on a bit of a ramble cause I saw the chance to remind my audience of this matter which is one that is close and dear to my heart!

#ask answered #posting art online #art #fanart #artist problems #artist struggles #ramble #the issue with reposts

[the-blind-geisha]

Writing and Artwork DO NOT(s)!

Since I need to make myself a bit more clear, I'll add a few guidelines for the DO NOT section of my Tumblr.

Please be aware: I do have dead accounts on the net, and it's fine to take note of them. But by now, those accounts haven't been touched since early to maybe mid 2013 or so.

A lot of my active sites I have listed under my carrd. I don't use these sites anymore: MediaMiner.org (Oreana Date), AdultFanfiction.net (Oreana), and Fanfiction.net (Oreana Galena). I do have old fics on them, but again, they've not been touched in quite some time now.

If you're ever not sure, you can always ask me. I mostly go by Oreana online. Sometimes Oreana Galena, but not always.

♥PLEASE DO NOT♥:

Repost and claim as yours or repost period. Just don't. I worked hard on those pieces, and even if I've 'moved on' from a fandom, it doesn't give you the right to repost them somewhere. If someone ever approaches you claiming to be me or a friend of mine, saying you have the right to? It's not me and that is NOT my friend. No friend of mine will ever be a mouthpiece for me, having that right to give you the go ahead to post anything of mine.

Take pieces of my drabbles and mash them together to re-upload. Even if you Frankenstein my works, you're still stealing from me. Even if you take something you requested, you're still stealing from me! I will report you.

Even if you requested it, it's still my work. You may have the base ideas, but I am the writer / artist. Unless we've worked something out, you do not have permission to reupload the story, drabble, art piece, etc I did for you. Always check the post in question! If they've linked back to me with my consent, then that's fine! (Again, you are fine to check if I approved it, of course!)

If you commissioned me, you may post it with proper credit given by linking back to me. If I ever find you have taken credit for something you paid for, I will black list your name.

Do not trace over or use my artwork as a base! It is fine to use some of my works as inspiration or base thoughts, but do not just doodle over it without issue.

Do not use my background artwork without my consent! Do not even ASK if you may use my background art freely! You may pay me for a background of your choice, but you may not use my backgrounds!

Do not sell my artwork or writing! It's sad I have to say this, but here we are. I've had enough of this happening already.

If you see me (or my art/ writing) on any other site other than the sites listed in my carrd—that is NOT me.

Bring it to my attention immediately. Thank you. ♥

~Oreana

#and yes.. i had someone reupload a fic of mine 'claiming that the writer allowed them to'. and that person wasn't me #same for claiming to be a friend of the writer... ugh. #writer woes #artist woes #theft #important #mod talks #mod rules

[middleschoolfursona]

hi this is my lbog to post my art to

asks: allowed and encourages (ill usually draw somethin for you)

private messages: no

info regarding use and interaction under cut. all just in case, i havent had to practice it.

read it if youre about to ask about reuploads, ToS, content warnings or any other questions.

reminder reupload/repost =/= reblog

reupload: image downloaded or copied and reposted on a separate blog by a separate person

reblog: using the in-site function to "re-blog" my posts.

My art may contain strong or offensive language, mature topics, comic nudity, graphic violence and bright or flashing colors, and more potentially triggering or upsetting content. Interaction with my artwork is consent to this content. if you cannot consent to this content, do not interact with this profile. i am not at 'fault' for you finding this content.

I do not consent to my original works being reuploaded on tumblr without explicit permission.

I do not consent to my original works being uploaded to sites outside of tumblr without permission and link back. I will give you permission but please ask.

my art may not be used regardless of credit for profit by anyone other than me or the rightful owner of the piece if it was commissioned works.

I do not consent to my artwork being used for machine learning, my works are not to be used for machine learning in any way.

free lineart "bases" do not need permission to be edited. The edited versions may be uploaded anywhere, but please link back to me. (if on toyhouse, choose "onsite artist" and put in my tag @ togainunochi. no not offsite link. all other sites please link back to this blog.)

edits made to my art by 3rd parties do not reflect my personal standings, interests or engagement in any topics, political alignments or statements.

the interests, personal standings, engagement or political alignments of any reuploaders do not reflect my own.

Reblogging my works is consenting to interaction with me.

i do not block people who conflict with myself. my art can be viewed by anyone. (if you have me in your 'DNI' i will not interact further, but i will also not block or alert you. its not my reasonability, and i hope your interaction with me helps open your mind to the lives and experiences of other people.)

i do not engage in callouts/bewares. the only exception to this is if anyone ever writes one about me, i may engage to write a response / clear up the confusion. but if you have a problem with me, please just be mature and ask me about it. and do so in a normal and mature way. (leave the accusatory tone and bad faith and insults at the door. its probably just a misunderstanding.)

the art style on this blog fluxuates because i have DID. i sometimes refer to this as multiple personalities, i know thats not the "correct" term.

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[satorhime]

hello, dear author! how r u? i hope u r good.🫶🏼

i want to introduce myself. my name is Eylül, i'm 18 and i'm turkish.

i stumbled across the jjk oneshot on and i started reading it. the more i read, the more i withdrawn into the fiction and i loved it! i even liked it so much that, "why can't people who don't speak english in our country read it too?",i thought. so... i've been wanting to ask your permission. i would love to translate your oneshot into our own language and bring your work to more readers. i will do this if you have permission, you can even see my account

name and translation... i will write that it is a

translation, i will also make it clear that it is your oneshots, if you have permission. because there is a considerable jjk fan in our country

I wanted to share it on Wattpad, of course I will give cr but I wanted to take permission because this is your own work and I do not do anything without permission ^_^

oooh hello hello ! thank you for reaching out. i’m happy that you and so many others take such a big interest in my works. it’s really flattering. however, i do not allow reposting or translations of any of my works anywhere. these are my little fics, and i’m uncomfortable with the thought of them being reuploaded to a site i have no account on, and by strangers; in a language i don’t understand, at that. i don’t want things i’ve written to get lost in translation that could lead to misunderstanding or even controversy, that’s all. i’m very uncomfortable with wattpad as a platform— have had my works stolen multiple times from people on there, and i’m unable to monitor whether or not minors are reading my fics bc again, i don’t use wattpad unless it’s to report stolen works tbh. i understand what you’re trying to do, but i won’t be allowing this and would ask that you refrain from translating or reuploading my stuff. thank you for asking first though, i really appreciate it !! <3333

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[meidnightrain]

ALWAYS AND FOREVER❞ - aventurine

summary: you’ll always choose him, always and forever

warnings: reader is gn, fluff

notes: yippee less than a week to go to his release!!! wanted to write something a bit happier today :)

taglist(open): @akutasoda , @ryuryuryuyurboat , @toorurs , @yvnaology , @tragedy-of-commons , @staarri , @rainswept , @karagatan02

the air is cold, biting down to the marrow of your bones as you stood by his side. the city is alight with endless partying and a twisted sense of freedom; escapism is what you’d call the people who ran here thinking they’d be able to find solace from the troubles of the real world. running away never really solved the problem; perhaps it only escalated it.  

AVENTURINE is quiet, contemplating what he should do. rarely would you ever see the gambler hit a wall he couldn’t tear down with his bare hands—an opponent he couldn’t beat. he’s been like this for some time today, ever since he got back from a meeting. you yearn to touch him, but you’re not sure about his reaction, so you don’t. his life does not treat him fairly, you’ve seen him battle its effects with sorrow.

“something on your mind? you can tell me what’s troubling you.” you finally have the courage to say that to him, offering a comforting smile, and your words hang in the silence. his eyes shift away from the city, locking onto you, who squirmed uncomfortably under his blank look.  

he cleared his throat, quickly adverting his gaze. it’s weird to see him as just...him. not a gambler, not a stoneheart, not an avgin, but as a person like any other but with a broken heart. it makes you feel sick to your stomach to know that you didn’t know him as well as you thought and that maybe he doesn’t tell you when he’s hurting. “it’s hard to realise that you care about me; i’m not used to someone choosing me.”  

“so i’ll choose you. i’ll choose you every time, in every life, in every universe.” there is no hesitation in your reply, like your initial question; it is only your burning determination that fuels you. you’d fight for him in every life and in every timeline.  

“that’s a difficult thing to stand by, darling. you shouldn’t make bets that you can’t win.”AVENTURINE murmured lowly, not willing himself to look at you. you can’t tell what he’s feeling now, and it irked you so much.

and you swear that you can feel his hand tremble when you take it in yours, your fingers intertwining and fixing together like missing puzzle pieces. it’s not much of a comfort, you were at a loss for words and actions when it came to him, who stopped your heart and brain.

“well…then it’s a good thing that i’ll always choose and love you, til the end of time and forever.”  

“forever is a long time, but somehow i think that’s not enough.” he laughed slowly, the tension in his shoulder leaves every so slightly, and he feels lighter, giddy even. the beam on his face isn’t a forced one; it’s a soft one only for your eyes to see.  

“it rarely ever is.” your voice rumbled in his soul, and you placed your head on his shoulder, your hair tickling his neck like the touch of a butterfly. he doesn’t reply, nor does he shake anymore, placing his head on top of yours. silence is all you need, and it fills the space around you comfortably for you both to stay in this little bubble of peace for just a moment.  

his heart breaks? you’ll fix it for him. his body hurts? you’ll kiss it better. he isn’t okay? you’ll hold AVENTURINE until he heals. no matter how long it takes, always and forever.

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[serekiri]

Hiya.

I've noticed you've started reposting fanart from pixiv and twitter. Do you have permission to repost these artworks? Do the original artists know you are doing this?

If not, you shouldn't repost artwork without getting permission as it's rude, takes away engagement from their posts and can lead to artists to stop sharing their work. (It's also against tumblr's TOS)

There are language templates available that you can use to contact artists in Japanese/Korean/Chinese if you need! I've used them before successfully. Check out tumblr user @raspomme for their guides.

If you do have permission could you let me know (i.e. receipts?) and maybe make that cler on your posts? Take care!

hii (: i do ask for permission to repost these arts and most of the time i do check if there’s an bio that says no . Then I respect their boundaries and leave them alone if they don’t want their works to get posted onto other sites. I do ask for permission, I’m not that stupid not to anyways :/ I literally just post them from instagram cause I’m autistic and just want something to hyperfixate on. Do you literally mean my other blog @utenanthies where I mostly keep that as an aesthetic blog where I post rgu and pmmm shit most of the time? Also I appreciate that diagram but I already know the ethics of reposting art without permission. That shit is horrible and does no good. But literally I do this all the time cause I like their drawings so I don’t know what you’re trying to get from this but whatever :/

If you see me reposting from people who don’t want their art reuploaded, just send it to my ask box and I’ll take it down ^_^ I’m more happier people telling me that what I’ve did was wrong rather than me continuing to repeat the same mistake over and over. Hope that helps.

#…..📸 #sorry if this ask sounded rude anyways im just exhausted and tired.

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 14

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,550

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Strong sexual content.

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November 10th, 2021

A soft clack echoed in Nat’s office as she typed away on her keyboard, completely focused on her work until the door to her office swung open and she found a handsome face looking right at her. She saw him look around for a moment before he wordlessly closed the door behind him and then moved over to shut the blinds on the glass walls on the front of the office to the hallway. Nat’s eyes were fixed on him as he silently stalked over to her desk, dropping a white takeout box on it before coming around to where she was sitting. Without a single word, he turned her chair so that it was facing him, his hands dropping down to rest on the arms of the office chair before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers with such passion and ferocity that Nat felt lightheaded and started seeing stars and not for the first time that day.

Nat could hardly catch her breath when they finally parted and barely could push out, “Happy birthday to me.” 

The intensity of the moment was broken when Chris’ eyes squinted up, his loud laugh pouring out of his mouth at her response. He kept on chuckling while he grabbed the extra chair that was nearby and pulled it over next to hers, plopping down before he leaned over to steal a quick kiss and told her, “Happy birthday, baby.” 

“I think you already wished me a happy birthday this morning,” Nat laughed, unable to stop her heart from racing. 

But Chris just shrugged as he reached for the bag of takeout, his voice faux-distracted when he asked, “Did I? I seem to remember my mouth doing a lot of other things this morning.” 

Her hand landed on his firm back, feeling the muscle below his tee. “I found that to be a great way to wish me happy birthday,” she murmured, a pleased grin settling on her face. 

He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes mischievous. “Thought you might like that wakeup call,” he admitted as he pulled various containers out of the bag, and a bottle of water for himself. 

“Oh I did, and I didn’t mind the shower either,” she laughed with a raised brow. The morning had been nothing short of spectacular, especially considering the week-long buildup there’d been to this visit. He once again defied all her expectations, taking it upon himself to all but kill her before she had to go to work for the day, but not without a promise of eating lunch together. 

He shrugged, his muscles rippling beneath her hand. “You can’t expect me not to make my Nattie’s birthday special,” he told her, almost incredulous as he passed some napkins to her. 

“I was feeling a lot more than just special this morning,” Nat admitted with a chuckle. He did a number on her this morning – a great one – but enough that she nearly struggled to muster the energy to get ready for the day after. But what got her through was knowing what was on the other side of the day once the clock struck four in the afternoon – an evening together at Chris’ house with Scott, Mark, and Jamie and their partners, celebrating her birthday with dinner, drinks, and cake. And this mid-day break with Chris certainly didn’t hurt either. 

“You’re about to love me even more because I brought your favorite Mexican food for lunch,” he assured her with a grin as he passed her a container of tacos, before he put two other ones in front of her. “And I got queso and your disgusting guac.” 

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words and she opened the lids. Instantly, the smell from the queso filled the room, but the guacamole looked even more enticing… especially considering Chris’ well-known dislike of the dip. “This might be the best birthday present I’ve gotten all day,” she murmured.

He rolled his eyes as he looked at her, his hands moving to reach for the burrito wrapped in foil. “A minute ago you were just singing the praises of my early morning birthday present for you,” he muttered. 

She shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her lips as she dipped a chip into the guacamole. “Well now I’m singing the praises of this guac,” she retorted.

“Nice to know I’m outranked by avocados,” he laughed, watching her before he began eating the burrito with a smirk.

“But you’re the one who was thoughtful enough to bring them to me so that makes you pretty indispensable,” she chuckled, the conversation coming to a pause as they enjoyed the food. Several moments went by of relative silence before she asked, “Guess who I got to talk to on Facetime while I was walking into work?” 

“Tom Hanks,” his sarcastic reply came, slightly muffled from the food.

“Yeah I wish,” she rolled her eyes, their laughs echoing around her otherwise-silent office. “But I did get the next best thing, baby Jack.” 

He smirked, eyes twinkling humorously as he looked at her as he took a sip of water. “Oh did you guys have a nice conversation,” he drawled with a laugh.

“Shut up smartass,” she laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder as his laughter grew. “Heather and the girls were over at Alex’s house to get Carson for school, so I got to see Jack and talk to all the kids. Ella and Lily showed me a picture they made me that they’ll give me when we go for Thanksgiving.” 

His smirk became a fond smile as he listened to her ramble about the kids. It was common for them to talk about their nieces and nephews together, but even Nat couldn’t deny that there was something special about those kids, about the connection both she and Chris – already – had to them. “I love how much you love those kids,” he told her honestly. 

“I literally can’t wait to see him,” she admitted. She’d not only been counting down the days to Chris’ arrival in Los Angeles yesterday, but also to their trip to Seattle in a week and a half. Ever since Chris agreed to the invitation to the Marton family Thanksgiving, they – Chris, Nat, Heather, Ryan, and Eric – had been planning some things for everyone to do, including Chris’ more than generous offer to take them to a Seahawks game the Sunday before the holiday. They’d purchased a suite for everyone, that way giving Chris some privacy and security, while also making it convenient for the kids with room to move around and a bathroom. “I wish we were going tomorrow.” 

“Don’t worry baby, the time is going to fly by,” he assured her, a sideways smile on his face as he reached for the bag of chips, moving them closer to him. “And I’m planning on keeping you pretty busy after work anyway.” 

She smirked, her heart beating faster at the implication of those words. “Yeah and before work,” she reminded him. 

“Well I have to get my fill of quality time with you now, especially since next year is going to be so busy,” he mentioned, the smile on his face disappearing slightly at the reminder. This entire year, despite however much time they’d spent apart, had felt like a dream to her. But as the contracts for the following year began arriving in Chris’ inbox through the summer, she grew all too aware of what this life, what this relationship with him, would entail… months apart with only quick visits squeezed into weekends and days off, then the different time zones, states, continents, and schedules. 

“Don’t remind me,” she sighed, but ran her hand reassuringly over his back. Her voice was low as she confessed, “I just want you to do more Pixar stuff so we can be together.” 

A small frown appeared on his face as he dipped a chip into the queso, staring down at his hand. “I wish I could too,” he agreed quietly.

“You’re really going to be busy next year, aren’t you?” She asked, her voice low. 

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking at her, the humor of their previous conversation now gone as the reality of the following year set in. She knew how many offers he’d gotten over the summer, how many projects he considered, but she had struggled to prepare herself for just how hard it’d be to live on opposite coasts for the majority of the year. 

“When are you starting Ghosted again?” She asked, struggling to recall it herself. He’d signed onto the film in August when they were in Los Angeles together, but most of the details had gone over her head as he explained what he knew. 

“Right around Valentine’s Day so I’ll be in Atlanta for a little while, then it goes to DC and London for a bit,” he informed her, pausing with a frown. Nat had never really been one for sappy holidays like Valentine’s Day, but hearing Chris would be working across the country from her on that day definitely stung a little. It was no fault of his own, simply the way production lined up with scheduling and all the moving parts that went into a film, but there was also allowed to be disappointment on both sides because of it, because it wasn’t just that one day, it was knowing that there would be so many more to follow without him there. “Then we have all the Lightyear press and stuff for The Gray Man after, so I’ll be all over the place.” 

She nodded, wiping her lips with a napkin as she finished the last of the street tacos. “What was the other thing you were doing?” She asked with a furrowed brow, unable to remember the next production he had. 

“Project Artemis…I think that’s the only thing for the rest of the year but I heard there might be some scripts coming my way so we’ll see,” he shrugged half-heartedly with a sigh. “But don’t worry Nattie, we’ll make it work. I’ll come to see you every chance I get.” 

“I know, and I want you to do all these projects, I really do,” she assured him, her hand sliding from his back to grasp his left hand from where it rested on his jeans. “I’m just going to miss you.” 

He nodded, squeezing her hand a few times comfortingly. “...Maybe now would be a good time to give you the present I have for you,” he began, another grin sliding on his face as his brows raised and he met her eyes. 

“Why?” She asked, suspicion creeping in at the sudden change in subject.  

“I was going to give it to you tonight at the party but I think you’ll like it more now, hold on,” he told her, reaching for his phone from where it sat on the other side of the desk from where they had set up for lunch. He swiped and scrolled a bit on the device until he passed the old phone over to her, an email filling the small screen.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the details, seeing the confirmation for a house rental forwarded from his assistant’s email. “Is this for us?” She asked, eyes finding the February reservation dates and finally the location – Palm Springs. 

“Yep,” he nodded, a grin on his lips and his eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. He looked excited – a welcome change from the forlorn expressions they’d shared only seconds ago. “I’m taking you to Palm Springs for a long weekend before I start filming. I already talked to Jamie and he approved the time off for you. I thought it would be nice for us to have quality time together before I go.” 

“Chris,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is the best gift I could ask for.” 

A shy smile appeared on his bearded face, Chris ducking his head for a quick moment before he looked back at her with a sweet expression while shrugging, “I was hoping you’d like it.” 

“I love it,” Nat took a moment to rest her hands on his cheeks, leaning over to kiss him deeply but then pulled away so she could tell him, “But I love you a helluva lot more.” 

“I love you too, Nattie,” his voice was confident and tender, pecking her lips softly before he could murmur, “Happy birthday, honey.” 

“This is already one of my favorite birthdays in a long time,” she truthfully told him. The past chunk of years most of her birthdays hadn’t been anything too crazy. Normally she just went out to a club, or dinner with a few friends and Shane when they were together, but with her birthday being so close to Thanksgiving, it was rare that she ever got to go home. Most of her birthdays were enjoyable, but none that felt like this. Getting to share it with someone that she loved so wholeheartedly and loved her in return made it so much better than she could have imagined. “It was so sweet that you flew out to spend it with me, baby. It seriously means so much to me.” 

“I wasn’t going to miss your birthday,” Chris said playfully, wiping his hands off with the napkin before throwing it at her as he went on to add, “Besides, I know you so I knew there’d be some kind of party and I wasn’t about to be left out on that.” 

“Oh we’ll be breaking out the karaoke machine tonight for sure,” Nat pointedly told him as she stacked up the containers and slid them back in the bag. 

“Scott will probably bring his own,” she heard his snickering voice say while he stood up to take the bag and go put it in the trash can by the door, glancing up at the clock as he did so and noted,  “I should probably get going and let you get back to work. I still need to go pick up your cake too.” 

“Do you want me just to swing by after work and get it?” 

“Nope, I just want you to come straight to my place. I want you to myself for a little while before everyone comes over.” 

Nat had stood up to grab her iPad off of the nearby couch and turned her head over her shoulder to respond to him, but as she did, she just caught a glimpse of Chris standing behind her as his hand came down to smack her backside hard enough that she could feel the tingle through her jeans. She knew that he was waiting for her response, but Nat just played it off, putting her iPad under her arm before turning around and nonchalantly commenting, “Looks like you’re giving me another birthday present a little early too, huh?” 

Nat figured that her response must’ve said everything he wanted to hear based on the smirk on his face, and after another long, passionate kiss, Chris slipped out the door and headed to the parking garage. The thoughts looped in her mind through her mind until she left work in the late afternoon and drove to Chris’ house, eager to have a little while where she got to have him all to herself before everyone came over. 

The fact that the house was empty was something they took advantage of, Nat not even bothering to take off her shoes and instead ended up sitting in Chris’ lap while they fervently began to kiss moments after she’d walked through the door. It felt so good to be completely engulfed by him, his thick arms holding her tight while he kissed her completely senseless. Neither cared about the time, only focused on the way their lips kept crashing together over and over again until a shrill ring broke it up, making them both groan as they pulled their lips away. 

Nat laid her head against Chris’ shoulder while he kept an arm around her waist, holding her tight while he grabbed his phone off the couch cushion and swiped ‘accept call’ when he saw who was calling, quickly asking, “Hey Scott, what’s up?” 

Although Nat couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, she could fill in the blanks when Chris just replied, “No we have everything. I got a cake and some food today so we’re all set,” and then just hummed and nodded his head but added, “Okay, yeah see you in a little while.” 

As Chris hung up the call, Nat sighed, leaning back and putting a little distance between their chests. “I guess I should get changed,” she murmured.

“Yeah, everyone will be headed over soon,” Chris nodded, running a hand through his hair as he gave her an apologetic smile. “I probably need to get the oven on and some of the food ready.” 

They both knew that neither really wanted to leave their position, but begrudgingly did, Chris’ warm hands grabbing her waist and helping her up to her feet before he stood behind her, each of them heading separate ways. Although it was only a small group of the closest people in their lives here in California, Nat still had wanted to change her clothes into something a little bit nicer with it being her birthday. 

So many of her clothes had ended up in Chris’ closet at this point and she peeled off her jeans and satin blouse, leaving them in the basket in the closet before grabbing out one of her favorite comfortable but cute patterned dresses, ready to put it on until she saw that one black jumpsuit she was partial to. Nat bit her bottom lip, trying to decide between them before eventually her bare feet padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where Chris was busy pulling out the cheese and crackers and setting them out on a large platter. 

“Chris, which one should I wear?” 

It took him a minute to look up, busy laying out the sleeve of crackers and popping one in his mouth before looking up to see her. As if to emphasize the decision, she held out the jumpsuit a little farther and then the dress, silently asking him which he preferred so that he could make the decision for her. But when she saw his blue eyes lingering on her, scanning her from top to bottom in her small black lingerie, she knew in that moment that she was fucked. 

He lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, popping another cracker in his mouth before he told her, “I like what you have on now.” 

Nat rolled her eyes at the answer, reminding him, “Well I don’t think anybody else will when they come.” 

“Hey, you just asked me what you should wear and I’m just saying I like that,” he rebutted, holding his hands up placatingly. 

“Seriously, which one?!” 

That sexy smirk of his appeared on his lips as he reached out to take the two hangers out of her hands and laid them down on the nearby barstool before his hands came to grab her hips and gently walk her closer to him. She was looking up at him, but Chris’ eyes were still taking in every inch of her while his fingertips slipped underneath the edge of the fabric that barely covered her ass and traced along the edge while he muttered, “I told you this one is my favorite… and in fact, I’m pretty sure I even like this outfit when it’s off you.” 

Nat’s body betrayed her when a shiver ran down her spine, telling Chris all that he needed to know. In an instant, he was lifting her up effortlessly onto the counter, the cold marble making her shiver but quickly got warmed up when Chris’ arms hooked around her waist and his lips started sucking along the soft skin of her breasts that her small bra didn’t cover. Feeling that prickle of his beard mixed with the intense sucking of his hot mouth had Nat’s body tingling from head to toe. She’d been spoiled by him in the last day together, but right now all she could think about was how damn attracted to him she was. She craved him in a way she never had before, craved his touch, his smirk, and his lips on any part of her. He knew her body just as well as she did, and he used it to his advantage as he sucked and nipped at her skin so fervently that she knew that she’d be littered with his marks soon. 

Her body felt like it was on fire as his hands dragged up and down her back before slipping down her legs and lifted up her calves, encouraging her to wrap them around him which she happily did. Feeling his body pressed against her only had her deep desire for him burning intensely and the only thing she wanted in that moment was him. 

“Chris,” she panted, her hand tightening in his brown hair as her eyes slipped shut and a silent moan parted her lips. 

His lips barely left her skin, instead humming against her, “Hmm?” 

“Can we cancel?” 

“What? Cancel what?” 

Her hand loosened in his hair as he tilted his head away from her chest, clarifying, “The party tonight.” 

She saw the way that his left eyebrow shot up as he looked at her, knowing that it was a rare time that Nat didn’t want to join in on a party, but especially hosting one that was for her special day. As much as she had been looking forward to everyone coming over, more than anything in this moment, she just wanted - no needed - him. 

“Are you sure, baby?” 

“We can just do it tomorrow, all the food will still be good then,” she rushed to say, her legs tightening around his hips and pulling him impossibly closer to her. “Please Chris, I want you so bad.” 

A wolfish smirk appeared on his face as he pressed another biting kiss to her chest and confessed, “I was really fucking hoping you’d say that.” 

All Nat wanted was to be in his arms and she got that request granted when he slipped his hands underneath her backside and carried her into the living room where he set her down on the couch while planting a searing kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless as he pulled away and muttered, “I gotta text everyone.” 

She ran a hand through her curls, knowing they were about to be messed up anyway as she watched Chris sit up and search for his phone that he’d left somewhere here. Nat couldn’t be bothered with helping to look, instead getting on her knees next to him so that her lips could start nipping at his neck while one of her hands rubbed up and down his back and her other hand did the same on his chest to feel the firm muscles underneath that thin tee shirt. She felt drunk on hearing his soft grunts every time that she rolled her body against his side or gently bit down on the soft skin of his neck, making him grunt and tell her, “Fuck baby, you’re making this so fucking hard to concentrate.” 

“Guess you want me to stop touching you then, huh?” 

“I just gotta get this text out to everyone, hold on baby,” he murmured, eyes narrowing at his phones as his hands nearly shook with pent up energy and excitement.

Nat knew that what he was doing was for them, putting everyone off on coming over until tomorrow, but in her desperate moment she didn’t want anything to take his attention away from her. She left him hunched over on the edge of the couch as he typed on his phone but busied herself with reaching around her back to hook her bra and let it fall to the floor before peeling off her now wet panties and discarding them in the same manner. Needing some sort of friction, as well as needing to get Chris’ full attention back on her, Nat let one of her legs fall against the back couch cushion while the other laid against the cushion she was sitting on, leaving herself open as her hand fell between her legs and started rubbing the tight circles on her sensitive button. 

“Oh fuck,” Chris grunted when he glanced over, quickly typing out a few more words before turning his phone on silent and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning his body to face hers while he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away, making Nat while before his low voice reminded her, “This is fucking mine, baby.” 

But Nat didn’t even get a chance to use her razor sharp wit against him, instead being too busy crying out with pleasure as his face buried between her legs and his tongue began expertly working her in every spot he knew she loved. Her voice was already a little bit hoarse from how he had her moaning over and over again that morning, but she knew by the end of tonight it was going to be totally shot. 

Nat’s hands found his brown hair, tugging it softly as his tongue began circling and her already on edge body began to tighten. She needed him in every sense of the word and she knew that Chris wasn’t about to disappoint her, pulling her to the height of pleasure and keeping his tongue lapping up every bit of her sweetness as she came down from it. She felt halfway delirious as he started kissing his way up her body, taking his time to tug at her nipples and enhance the hickeys already forming on her soft skin before he made it up to her lips. 

Although the kiss was filled with so much excitement and pure desire, Nat noticed that underneath whatever they were feeling, there was always love. At the heart of everything in their relationship, there was a deep emotion and tenderness that they both were fully known and fully loved by one another, making it the easiest and most natural thing in the world to hand themselves over to one another. Neither had experienced anything like they did with one another, and it only made their burning desire even more intense. 

Nat was already breathless enough, so distracted by his sloppy passionate kisses that she didn’t even notice his hand ghosting down her body until his thick index finger pushed between her soaked folds and started tracing up and down, making a violent shiver shake her body. She grasped at his shoulders, gasping at his touch as she whimpered out his name, only making him smile as he leaned in to kiss her again and muttered against her lips, “Happy birthday, baby.” 

And it sure was a happy one when he started pumping his finger in and out of her, slowly adding another that her body eagerly swallowed. She couldn’t even catch her breath, eyes screwed shut as she barely could even take in all the incredible sensations running through her body, but she started clenching down on him when his low sultry voice started whispering in her ear, “Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like it when I’m touching you like this?” 

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, feeling as though her lungs couldn’t work fast enough, that this would be the blissful end of her. 

“You like it when I’ve got my fingers stuffed inside of you, don’t you Nattie?” His voice rumbled, his lips dancing around her ear. He paused, curling his finger in her and she felt the smirk spread across his lips at her sharp intake of breath before she moaned loudly. His words only egged her on more as he confessed, “I fucking love it, but I love it more when I’m the one stuffed inside you.” 

His words had such an effect on her that Nat couldn’t help but arch her back, silently begging him for more as he started pumping his fingers in at a rhythmic pace. Her hand was grasping at his forearm, needing something to squeeze as that familiar coil started building in her stomach. Although she had plenty of time to recover from the mind blowing orgasms he’d given her in that early morning, there still was a slight soreness between her legs but somehow in this moment all it did was feel good as he kept stretching her out so perfectly, making moan after moan pour from her pink lips. 

“I can’t wait to get inside you, baby,” he admitted, pausing before another smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes twinkling as he watched her struggle with just how desperately she needed him right now. “You look so pretty when you’re on my dick.” 

Just the thought of having him inside her was enough to drive Nat wild, let alone the way his fingers were coaxing her closer and closer to that edge. Every one of her senses were full of him and she didn’t want that to stop, her body spilling over her peak yet again and just as he had before, Nat expected Chris to gently lull her through it with his sweet kisses and gentle touches, but he quickly made it known that he wasn’t going to do that. 

She could barely catch her breath, eyes fluttering open when she felt him move on the couch. Nat was so overstimulated at the moment, her body still on fire as she pulsed from the intense pleasure she just experienced, but her brain was short circuiting from seeing Chris with her essence still glistening on his beard and his lusty blue eyes looking at her with nothing but desire. He was sitting on his knees between her wide open legs and pulled his fingers away from her. Chris’ body towered over hers even when they were standing let alone with her laying down on the couch and just seeing his hunky frame had her whimpering for him. 

He gave her that smirk once their eyes met and Nat knew that by the end of this, she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight for quite a while, but little did she know that was exactly Chris’ goal. She was completely helpless, too overcome with sensations as he hooked his hands underneath her knees and pushed them back toward her chest, and instructed her, “Hold your legs right here, honey.” 

Nat was too blissed out to even argue with him, just doing what he asked and put her own hands underneath her knees to hold them, earning her a soft praise of, “That’s my good girl,” that had her melting all over again. He leaned down to kiss the back of her thighs a few times before his thumb slipped between her swollen folds, finding her sensitive clit that had been toyed with so many times today, but was about to be fondled once more. 

The new angle had even more pressure being applied and Nat swore that in that moment as he whispered his sweet praises, telling her how he wished she could see how pretty her expression was right now and how well she was taking him, and feeling his thumb rubbing those firm circles, she couldn’t have even been able to tell anyone what her name was. Her brain was completely short circuiting, Chris winding her body up like a clock and kept winding and winding until he was satisfied and let her release. 

She was melting into the couch, having an almost out of body experience while he gently helped lay her legs back down and laid himself half on top of her so their lips could connect. Nat barely could breath, having to pull back to gulp in air before crashing her lips to his again, wanting his kiss more than air. Her hands were clawing at him, wanting to hand herself over to him completely and take anything he was willing to give. 

“I love you, Nattie,” he breathed as they pulled apart for air, his hands moving all over her as she struggled to come back to her senses. 

“I-” she gasped, feeling the way her body was still vibrating with her high. “I love you, Chris. I feel like I can’t, can’t hardly think.” 

“Good, I don’t want you to,” he told her, running a finger up her side, from her hip to her shoulder and back down again. “I want to get you to where you can’t even talk anymore.” 

“Chris,” she whimpered, not even registering the touch on her until his third pass up and down her side. 

“I don’t need you to tell me what you need, baby. I know what my girl wants,” he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to hers, firmly enough that it made her head blissfully spin once more. “C’mon, baby, I want you on your knees.” 

Nat felt as though her limbs weighed a thousand pounds, unable to even consider the instruction as she protested, “I can’t.” 

“I’ll help you honey, but I want you up. I want to look at that cute ass of yours while I get inside of you,” he smirked, rising up on his knees and holding his hands out to help her. 

Although Nat felt completely weak, everything inside of her wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he asked, but once she got on all fours on the couch, she could feel her knees wobbling already like a newborn deer who hadn’t learned to stand. Without a word, Chris stood to his feet and effortlessly moved her malleable body to stand up with him and walked her to the edge of the couch where he bent her over the armrest. The position always left her feeling so vulnerable but in this moment that was what she wanted more than anything. 

She felt herself shaking with anticipation as she heard Chris climbing out of his clothes before one hand grasped at her hips before he started teasing his tip where she wanted him the most. Nat grasped at the pillow underneath her and begged, “Chris, please!” 

She felt his actions pause before he repeated the teasing, frustration flaring in her at his stalling. He’d gotten her to that blissful peak so many times already today – enough that she couldn’t count on two hands and was beginning to lose track of time – but she was, impossibly so, worked up again and needing him to move. “Fucking love you like this, baby,” he breathed as he moved back, then he did something that nearly ended her. His right hand – the one that had been otherwise absent for the last few minutes – made contact roughly with her ass, the slap echoing through the wide living space as Nat moaned loudly. It was always a teasing threat – the idea of him doing this to her “pretty ass” but now, he acted on those threats…. And she liked it.

And with another rough slap to her ass, he then pushed himself inside her dripping entrance and finally gave them each the incredible feeling they’d both been waiting for. Nat was thankful for Chris’ large empty house with the way he had her screaming but it didn’t stop once he started pumping in and out of her roughly. Nat’s breath was rattled each time he pounded his hips into her, making her stomach hit against the couch and only drove her even more wild. He waited until he got a good pace before he brought his hand back down to slap her round cheeks, not having forgotten the multiple times she’d hinted at wanting his hand print on her ass even though he’d never done more than a playful slap here and there. 

Her walls clenched him tightly each time he spanked her and hearing him tell her, “Fuck Nattie, I love to see this pretty ass pink for me,” only made her melt like a snowman on a summer day. She was so blissed out, barely even able to handle the intensity of the pleasure he was causing that she couldn’t even make a sound anymore, soft little sighs being the only noise coming from her when he rutted his hips into her over and over again but soon enough with him egging her on by grunting, “C’mon baby, give me one more,”  Nat just couldn’t hang on and felt her body erupting for what felt like the hundredth time that day. 

“Oh fuck, Nattie,” Chris groaned at feeling her tighten and gush around him, muttering a low raspy, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” before he grabbed her hips and made sure he was deep inside her before he came with a low grunt and emptied himself inside of her. 

He had absolutely reached his goal of getting Nat to a place where she couldn’t even speak anymore, her body completely limp and draped over the couch. She had never fainted before, but she wondered if this is what it felt like. Nat literally couldn’t move even after Chris had pulled out of her, but at this moment, she didn’t even care. She felt too good to even bother moving. 

She was no help when Chris lifted her up and wrapped one arm around her back while the other hooked under her legs, picking her up bridal style and carrying her the few steps to the oversized chair he had. Feeling weak himself, Chris plopped down in the chair and held Nat on his lap while she tried to come down from the intense high. She still was seeing stars, every one of her senses on fire but it all just felt so…good. 

He pressed a few soft kisses to her forehead before pushing a hand between her legs, taking a few fingers to scoop up his white essence that was spilling out of her and pushing it right back inside to stuff her full just the way she loved. In response, Nat just nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, just wanting to be engulfed by him while they both relaxed. 

His chest rose and fell rapidly against her own with his own shaky breaths, but his voice was confident, cocky, and amused as he asked, “So did I reach my goal of making you unable to talk?” 

But all Nat did was grunt in response, truly unable to form coherent words. 

She’d never been able to trust someone this way, trust them and feel comfortable enough to hand herself over to them in a moment of sheer desperation and need. She’d never had anyone control her in a way that felt this good and helped her shut her brain off, to block all the outside chaos, while also feeling so entirely cherished and loved at the same time. And despite the slight ache between her legs, the marks littering her chest, and the strained breaths she was still taking, she wouldn’t trade it, or the man next to her, for anything in the world. 

A/N: We're so sorry for our absence over the past several weeks! Life was truly so incredibly chaotic for us both, and for the first time ever, we barely spoke to each other amidst all the chaos. Luckily, things have calmed down dramatically and we're so happy to be available to interact and engage with you all! Please feel free to send in any asks for any couple at any time - we've missed it!

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[undertheknightwing]

this my 24/7 Titans mood

we love and support Gar Logan in this house

#do not reupload or repost to other sites without my permission #titans #gar logan #cody makes a dumb video #audio source: tiktok

[marianaillust]

Hi there, so sorry you don't like me reposting your art I find elsewhere online, not on your page. I didn't even know I wasn't allowed until I saw your blog. But don't you want others to enjoy your art? What harm is there? Your art is your art and always will be. I do apologize and won't do it anymore. Thank you for bringing my attention to it. Have beautiful holidays. Peace

Hello Thank you for removing my artworks. People can enjoy my art thats why I post it on my tumblr. I am happy my art brings happiness to other people . My blog links to my prints, commission info, videos, etc everything so It can maybe help me make a living doing something I love and sharing it.

I am grateful for every like and reblog I have ever gotten. I am not a rich nor popular artist nor corporation, or a machine pumping art into the internet.

From what you write it seems to me that you think just exposure is good but really here you are saying you found my work somewhere on the internet and didnt even bother to check the links that I write in every painting I post. I'm at the point where I literally have to put my blog name on the face of the character in the middle of the picture!

You would have seen its the address to a tumblr blog where you can find the painting you liked so much to copy and reupload, yet most dont even do a basic search.

This is why reposting does not work. Reposting does nothing but help you personally.

Because, be fair, would you even have a following without all the art you take and repost without even asking for permission?

You are just taking other's contents to grow your own platform. Clearly growing your platform has meaning to you, otherwise you wouldn't be taking and reuploading. So you can understand why growing an own platform has meaning for others too.

I understand you like mermaids and artworks, so why not search the artist and see if they already have an account on the site? why not just reblog from their tumblrs? You would still have the artwork you like shown on your page while giving the possibility of spreading the original artist.

Thank you again for removing my art. I hope this didn't come across as rude. English is not my first language but I try to be assertive on it.

Have great holidays too.

#long post #sorry but its important to me #art repost #art #artists on tumblr

[popopretty]

🌟GUIDE TO NAVIGATE MY BLOG🌟

So after years of using Tumblr, I finally feel the need to create a pinned post. I hope it helps you find things you need easier in this mess of a blog that I created. Also, please read the FAQs below for commonly asked questions ^^

Bungou Stray Dogs related posts:

All BSD (not spoilers free - nothing in this blog is)

Monthly chapter summaries (more like write-ups cuz I just write down everything)

Storm Bringer related posts (translations, replies to asks, summaries etc.)

The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Size A related posts

The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Size B related posts

Translations of Asagiri’s comments on characters in BSD exposition (updating irregularly)

Vanitas no Carte related posts

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun related posts

Piko related posts

My scans and translations of bonus or omakes (mostly but not all BSD)

Merch sellings, group orders (mostly but not all BSD)

Answers to asks

My BL sideblog

❓QUESTIONS I GOT ASKED A LOT❓

- Where do you find your raws? I don’t “find” them. I buy them through sites like bookwalker or animatebookstore, sometimes Amazon or just any website that provide digital books.

- Why do you always get the raws earlier? I don’t. I am the type who can’t wait so I always buy the new chapter the very moment it is released, which might make you think I somehow get the chapters before everyone. Japan has a “flash get” system where the physical stores might have things on the shelf a few days before the actual release date and I sometimes got my hands on my copy early that way but I try my best not to spoil things before the official date. (I still do sometimes when I am too excited though...)

- Will you post the raws? I don’t post raws in most of the cases. There are other people doing it already and since I am living Japan, I do want to minimize the risk of getting charged for sharing copyrights content. (Again, I still do that sometimes if I feel the need to, but most of the time, no)

- Is it okay to use your contents for this and that? It depends on the content so I always put a note at the end of the post if I don’t want it to be reposted. Honestly, I generally don’t mind sharing at all but I do want to encourage people to actually buy the stuff and support the authors. Also, sometimes I want the contents (mostly scans and videos) to stay in my Tumblr because I don’t want the authors or the Japanese fans to accidentally see it on Twitter or other more popular social platforms. If you don’t see any warnings, that means it is okay to use.

- Do you take translation requests? Normally I don’t because my time is limited (not to mention I still have lots to learn about my Japanese). Sometimes if I receive a request and I’m interested in it too, then I will find time to work on it but it might take months because I prefer to do things my pace. Same with scan requests. If it is a card I can easily scan it but I won’t go so far to bend and damage my books to scan an image.

- Do you need credits? I am happy enough at the fact that there are people checking out my blog so credits are not mandatory but are really appreciated. Unless you decide to ignore my instructions and reupload my contents without my permission, then I’d prefer you to NOT credit me please.

💋MY OTHER ACCOUNTS💋

I am actually active on many other platforms but I prefer to keep my social media accounts separated for different purpose so this blog will be the only place where I share contents.

Due to the situation where BSD accounts on Tumblr are being reported and deleted, I have created a Twitter page just for announcement purpose. If my account here gets deleted all of the sudden, you can find me there @popopretty1

By the way, I do have a Ko-fi so you can buy me a coffee if you want xDD I don’t drink coffee but I am gonna eat ice cream instead 🍦https://ko-fi.com/popopretty 🍦Thank you 🥰

I guess that’s all? I may come back and make changes to this later if I come up with anything else. Hope you have a great time here :3

#master post