#Hello April Animated GIF

[eya909]

Things have been busy, as usual, but is it me or is time moving fast?! Well, for this month’s layout I added a little “April Showers” vibe to also complement my clear quartz Anxiety Buddies (available in my Etsy shop) 🤗🌧️💀✨🐰✨ Hope this month slows down so that I can enjoy it 😭😅😁

[deweydell25]

Cherry Blossom Welcome April Gif

[mochi-mai]

Woahhh ur hello kitty cardigan is so cool!! Whered u get it?

𝙾𝚖𝚐 𝚝𝚢𝚜𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗!!

𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝<3

ฅ^. .^ฅ

[rosarrie]

hello lovely people..... i am sorry i have been so inactive here, life has been catching up to me and i am constantly scrambling to try and keep up with it.

however!!! I have a NEW SONG coming out APRIL 26TH and i love it very much and I've just gotten the pre-save link for it so im popping it here if anyone would like to save it.... i promise i will post art again eventuallly.... for now here is a little animation I made of the song's cover art

thank you <3 hope you're all welll

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Hello, my dear. 🥰

Been enjoying ur writing. 👀 Was reading ur yan bay don head canons and it mentioned Donnie essentially summoning Reader like they're a pet and tbh.... I'm like this irl. Idk. Scratches the brain right.

So I was wondering if you'd be willing to rottmnt yandere head canons where the figure out they can summon Reader like an animal? Like maybe they do it on accident/without thinking and they're like "oh... oh!" And it just works. Every. Damn. Time. Even if it's to the dismay of Reader.

🥂

Omg thanks for the request 😋

Yandere Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Kidnapping, yandere content, human pet training, unhealthy relationships, forced love. Overall, dark content. Read at your own risk.

A/N sorry if this got off track I was hungry writing this XP (sorry if it's too short)

800 words

It was a nice afternoon (at least that's what time you think it is) in donnie's lab. He was working on something nice and easy. His brothers were out doing who knows what- But it was nice. Calm.

He had this nest of bedding under his desk for you, it was nice. Comfy too-

You were sitting there, drawing on some mandala coloring book he gave you with some nice markers Mikey had gifted the two of you.

You heard a small snap and whistle, rising from your position, standing in front of him. Wait- why'd you do that- before you could think too much Don was already talking to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to help make lunch today, I see you picking at stuff all the time. I think it would be good sensory input.” He says, sounding excited about trying to get you to do something. You sit there, thinking about your option like you had a choice.

He whistled at you, quickly getting your head to turn to him- wait… why’d you do that? Why are you answering like a pet? Have you really been here that long…? Time must fly down here, or maybe it’s the sheer amount of times he’s drugged you, or the sewer smells are getting to you.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You weren't lying, doing something outside his lab or bed sounded really nice, maybe even seeing April or the two casey’s would be exciting, you don’t really see anyone but Donnie and his three brothers, oh and splinter, on a very, very rare basis.

“When do you want to make lunch?” you ask, looking back at him, he hums, finger on his chin. “Maybe after a few more lines of code, only a few more minutes” You go back to your coloring book, filling in the mandala in with a nice blue, followed by purples. The soft sounds of his keyboard and chair lulling you back into your daily daze.

The sound of soft strokes of the marker on your paper fill the labs walls along with donnie’s typing and music overflowing headphones. Once again he whistles at you, getting your attention every time. You’ve been here way too long. He looks down at you, donnie’s smile soft and adoring as always. “Ready sweetie?” You nod, having no reason to argue against it.

The two of you walk out of his lab, you slip on some purple slippers he has at his door for you sense the lair floor is cold and to be honest, dirty too. When you both enter the kitchen, music plays at a normal volume. You see Mikey making what you can only assume is for Raph by the size of it, he gives you both a sweet hello before returning to his cooking, humming along to a song.

Donnie walks over to a chest freezer they had recently bought and filled, they went through pretty fast, keeping in mind that they are mutants. Don grabbed a box of frozen orange chicken, one of his favorites.

He got out a sheet pan and some parchment paper. He whistled to you before asking you to set the oven to 350. You obliged, turning the knob to the temperature before turning back to him for more directions, once again acting like a trained dog. Ready for any commands. What a funny thing this has done to you. Donnie is much more lenient and calm with you now, the first few months were the longest and hardest, adjustment taking longer than Donatello hoped, but everything paid off.

This is proof, you don’t question him anymore, you always answered him and never gave him trouble. “How about you lay out the chicken on the sheet tray? Well I warm up the sauce.” You hum in agreement, grabbing the frozen bag of chicken, laying it out and waiting for the oven to beep, signifying it was done heating.

Donnie prepares the sauce, running it under warm water. He makes a sound with his lips, one you would use to call a dog. “Go into my lab and grab the hoodie off my chair please.” he says, never even raising his head to check that you left.

Off back into his lab, quickly grabbing the desired hoodie then starting to head back.

Why? Why were you doing this? Obeying his commands like a fucking pet-

Before you can dwell on it any longer you were already back in the kitchen, holding the hoodie out to him. “Oh, sweetie. It’s for you, I know it’s cold here.” he takes the sweater and puts it on you. There was no fighting it, or protest. You just let him. Like he had always wanted.

He finally has you how he needs you

[halfusek]

Hello again Bendy fans!

Wanna join an animatic collab?

Missed our previous collabatimatic? Well, there’s good news for you today!

Come join us in creating an animatic for Generation X & Billy Idol's memifiable song "Dancing with Myself" to celebrate... Um... Joeyverse :)!

Organized by @insane-control-room (who also drew the cute lil animation above!) and yours truly <3

The animatic will be a bouncy Joey centric project. Each artist will be assigned at least 3 frames for one panel. Slots are flexible, and roll call ends April 21st. The final deadline will be July 9th, with check-ins every two weeks or so! Editing skills are welcome :)

View the outlines, roadmap, and more on the Discord server here:

A more detailed roadmap looks like this: April 2: Begin Role Call April 21: End Roll call May 4: Finalize Verse Claims. All Joey References Submitted May 18: Submit Sketch June 1: Submit Progress (1/3) (the three-to-five frames of your panel should be lineworked) June 14: Submit Progress (2/3) (the three-to-five frames of your panel should be colored) June 31: Submit Progress (3/3) (final draft) July 9: All Panels Submitted, editing begins July 25: Preview/Final Edits July 30/August 1: Showtime!

Imagine Dragons’ “Sharks” is on the roster for a future animatic, so if you want to join, Sharks will require that you have worked on at least one animatic with our team previously due to an ambitious workload.

[maybe-arts]

ATTENTION KIRBLR

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO

KIRBY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Remember the big collab we've done last year over at Far-Flung Starlight Heroes server? Well, this year we're doing it again!!! And guess what?

You are encouraged to participate too!

What is required from me?

Not much - just pick a single character from Kirby's canon and draw them celebrating Kirby's birthday! The theme this year is "photographs": everyone at Kirby's birthday party are taking a BIIIIIIG group photo with him, and we're trying to make this (probably) the biggest group photo of all Kirby's friends (and some enemies)!

The only thing I ask is that you don't take characters that have already been claimed. I'm intending this to work on "no dupes" and "first come first serve" basis, but I do believe there's a plenty of friendly faces to pick from!

Right now we would really like to have:

Rick

Kine

Nago

Gooey

Flamberge

Pitch

Elline

Claycia

Can I pick multiple characters?

Yes, you can! In fact, there's more than just a drawing of a single character that you can add: the end goal is to make it into a scrapbook-worth page, so any and all decorations, birthday wishes or additional party photos with your chosen characters are welcome!

Keep in mind, however, that additional characters (if they're separate from your main character) and any extra elements are optional. You're more than welcome to pick them, but only if you're sure you can make it all before deadline.

Are the characters from anime/novels/manga allowed?

Yes, they are! I may have to ask for the character's origin if I'm not familiar with them (ESPECIALLY if it's a novel original, I have not read all of them), but you're free to pick as well known or obscure as you'd like. (I know some people on the server are very interested in adding GSA members to the photo...)

In fact, these are who we'd really like to have from anime:

Tuff

Fololo & Falala

Sir Ebrum

Lady Like

Escargoon

Deadline? What's the deadline?

The deadline for submitting your drawings is April 25th. (You can get in some last-second additions up till April 27th, as I'm free that day, but I will be very nervous.)

There's no deadline for signing up, however, so as long as you're ABSOLUTELY SURE you can whip up something good in a matter of couple of hours, you may add your character up till the dawn of last day, haha! (You will sure give me a surprise with that one.)

Okay, but what if all the characters I know/want are already picked?

I know, with FCFS and how many of characters are beloved, this is bound to happen. Not to worry tho!

I have compiled a list of notable characters in the series with references of where they're from and if they have or have not been claimed. You can easily see, which ones are still up for grabs!

If nothing really catches your eye, you can always try and discuss with people who have taken additional characters to see if they're willing to give away, trade or even collab with you to make your characters interact on the group photo! (Trust me, most of the time they will cooperate, so don't hesitate to reach out!

(Keep in mind, however, that the list ISN'T a strict directive on which characters are allowed or needed to be taken. If you have someone on your mind that I've neglected to put in, you're more than welcome to pick them!)

Alright, I'm in. How do I send my submissions?

Simple! I'm working via Google Sheets this time (mostly bc I don't know how Google Forms work and also so people more easily see which characters are taken), so all you need to do is to check out this little handy-dandy link:

On the first sheet you'll see, there's more information on this collab and requirements, and also a list of people who'd already signed up!

To properly sign up, you'd need to list:

Your nickname (so I'd know how to address to you)

Your Discord username (for communication)

Your Tumblr and/or Bluesky username (for crediting once the finished collab is posted, if you don't have either, Twitter/Instagram/other social media of choice is also fine, just know that the result will be posted only on Twitter and Bluesky)

The character(s) of your choosing (to properly claim them)

Rough placement on the canvas (for me to figure out where to put you, maybe you want your character to hold Kirby, or high-five someone else, or discreetly put up horns to someone when they're not looking!)

Submission download link (for me to download your finished submission and add it to the canvas)

Notes (anything you'd think I'd like/need to know about your choice!)

I'm working in Clip Studio Paint, so if you do to, the easiest option would be to upload your cleaned up and flattened work as .clip file. If your art program of choice is different (like Krita, IbisPaint or PaintTool SAI, for example), you can export your work as either .psd or transparent .png. Where to upload your submission is up to you, Google Drive works in a pinch tho.

But wait! How will people know I've participated in this??

That's exactly what I need your usernames for! As I'm posting this on Tumblr mainly, I'm going to @ you as a method of crediting your submissions (specifically pointing out which part you worked on!). After the finished work is posted, you're free to post your individual submissions - either as a reblog of collab or separate post.

Great! Anything else?

One last moment - the main part of communication about this collab happens over here at Far-Flung Starlight Heroes server. (Don't worry, I have permission to promote it.)

It's a chill, fun Kirby-themed server, open to fans of games, anime and novels alike. Are you an artist? Great! Are you a writer? Even better! Do you want to ramble about Lore Implications or just document your 10th 100% completion? Go right ahead! Do you just want to gush about your OCs? People here would LOVE to hear about your little blorbos from your head.

That's it from me! See you around at Kirby's Birthday Party!

[lelewright1234]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

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✎༄ нєωωσ тнєяє ƒєℓℓσω loves !˳⸙;;

₊˚.༄ ೃנυѕт ραѕѕιηg ву тσ ѕαу тнαт ι ℓυν уσu all ѕσ мυ¢н!♡ 🥳🥳🥳🥳

~🌺 🎂 Hello my loves, I just wanted to say that today is MY BIRTHDAY!!! APRIL 23 IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND ALL APRIL 23TH BIRTHDAYS OF THE WORLD!!! We must pull through with the COVID-19 Virus and stay strong with each other!!!🎂🌺 ~

There are five messages that I need to tell myself since today is my special day!

1. Happy birthday to a self-willed, strong, and beautiful soul. Yes, you got it right! I am turning a year older today. HBD to me!

2. It is with great pleasure that I am here to celebrate another year of my life. I am grateful for surviving all the challenges and struggles with COVID-19 throughout the last 365 days and turning a year older.

3. Growing up, everyone around me spent all their time trying to be great. I am one of the lucky ones who has always been great. Happiest birthday to me!

4. As I turn a year older today, I am most thankful for the people around me and the gift of being alive. Happy Birthday to me and I Thank God For Waking Me Up For Another Day!~

5. I am not holding back any joy today. I will love every minute of today and laugh as much as possible because it is my day. Heartfelt Birthday to me.

Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."

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Here are some wonderful people who also deserve some hugs! @scrimblyscrorblo @emerald-notes @tigerzreal @littlepissbabee @nardo-headcanons @mefiman @grirlfromnanae @caulifle @bananafire11 @sheadre @borathae @maryeolie @namjoonswaifu @disapoingg @nelapanela94 @pixieknj @lovecoree @yurmomsawh0r @imagineanime2022 @fanpageknight @peachywritess @peachy213jiminie @emerald-notes @gulnarsultan @sasxkeswhore @fruitmins @danchou-danchou @mill-kh @vinetae @panjakes @gayforchrollo @imjustaporiichild @space-lamplighter @pastel-kaleesh @azucarmorena97 @anime-fan-05 @iamthecabbage @mmmaaa000 @xngelsau @xddaengx @hellcifrogs @sweetlyskz @readingevilfood @mdzsfan @feifood @queenofallimagines @shina-moon-art @da-shrimping-station @junowritings @stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite @cuddleyhoney @bigogles @wiinterz @queer-clown-stuff @sheadre @bluelolblue @blueberryflutterby @kdramacrybaby @sweetchup @sweetwolfcupcake @azucarmorena97 @scrimblyscrorblo @borathae @grirlfromnanae @littlepissbabee @space-lamplighter @kimbappykidding @kimbapuhkidding @yurmomsawh0r

[pianistbynight]

hi! ~a belated studyblr intro~

just realized i never did a proper intro for this blog!

so, hello, i've been flip flopping between taking lessons and self-studying piano for several years and this blog was (and still is) intended to be a studyblr to track my progress.

i'm currently self-studying as my time is split between this and STEM studies (more on that on my side blog @studentbyday) but i really really hope to finally establish a consistent practice (after struggling to do so for many years 😅) so i know i will be able to handle weekly lessons again 😤

🎓 goals for piano/music studies:

enjoy playing music (including without headphones)

establish sustainable routines so i can practice piano every day or at least every week

get over stage fright and paralyzing perfectionism

improve my sight reading

motivate myself to learn more music theory and use it to analyze my favorite songs

find fellow music enthusiasts on tumblr!

ultimately play piano at an LRCM level 🙈 (as of 2024, i am currently L6-7 in baroque/classical, L8-9 for romantic...yeah, kind of all over the place since I've been treating this very informally over the years and keep taking hiatuses lol)

💗 interests/inspirations:

classical music (my favorite composer is chopin but beethoven is a close second)

jazz

your lie in april (i read the manga online and really really wanna see the anime!)

Tiffany Poon and Animenz's playing

🎹 accumulated study tips: resources, practice strategies, coming back after hiatus, hand independence and method books

[tmntxthings]

Hello! I seriously love your writing, man! It hits the spot. I especially love how forceful you make 12 Raph (he's canonically a forceful character anyway). Do you think maybe you could write a yandere 2012 Raphael?? 👉👈 I'm perfectly fine with a gender neutral reader!!

Nightly Watch

author’s note: i definitely think i can write some yandere raph c: you didn’t specify hc’s or oneshot so I went with oneshot ;3 I hope you enjoy <333 thanks for requesting

warnings: yandere raphael, yandere tendencies, emotional manipulation, violence, angst, cursing, domestic abuse, stalking, dark au, unedited

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Raph came to know you after he and his brothers had saved you from the kraang. April wasn’t the only one they were after it seemed. Unlike April though, the rest of your family was safe, so once you were rescued, they didn’t really see you again. Well… his brothers didn’t. Raph couldn’t seem to get you out of his thoughts.

He told himself he’d just check in, make sure you were alright this one time. April had been recaptured plenty of times.. maybe that was the case for you too. Raph remembered where you lived. He remembered where he had dropped you off, your window was on the third floor. Maybe he was so attached because you had trusted him enough to carry you all the way there. You were human and couldn’t keep up with mutant ninja turtles who were on the run from the kraang prison. You hadn’t chosen Leo or any of his others brothers. That meant more to him than you could ever know.

Whatever the reason he remembered everything clearly. So when he saw your figure moving around in your bedroom he held his breath. You were as beautiful as he remembered. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, he hadn’t left your window til the sun started to rise. And that hadn’t been the only time either, he came back to check on you anytime he could, after patrols or on the nights where they weren’t even supposed to go out on the surface. He’d sneak out for you, for your protection.

He imagined you in April’s place plenty of times. If you didn’t have anywhere else to go, if your family was taken by the kraang, you could stay with him, in the lair. He’d give you the full tour, make sure his room was more presentable in hopes to keep you there. He’d totally offer up his own bed to you. Raph sighed, unable to stop himself from wishing all of it to be true even if it did mean your family would be in trouble. Raph would make sure you were happy, he could care for you better than anyone.

Nights turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Months of him getting more attached outside of your bedroom window. You were safe with him protecting you every night. Well he had thought he was doing a great job until one night he swooped down from the rooftop only to see you crying. You were wiping away your tears furiously, as if the last thing you wanted to do was cry. Then he saw it, the mark on your face that was turning a darker shade of pink, blossoming into red.

He didn’t like the color on you. Not in these circumstances. His vision flooded, images of someone hitting you. It had Raphael seeing only that color, red. The window came up with little resistance as he barged into your room, he had little regard for keeping quiet. “Who fucking touched you?” He snarled. You jumped off of your bed in surprise, the tears subsiding as you recognized him. Raph liked to think you thought of him just as often as he did you, but when you said, “M-mikey?!” He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and tried his best not to yell. “Wrong. Just tell me who and I’ll be outta here.” He griped.

“It’s none of your concern.” You said, backing away from him like he was a wild animal about to snap. “I’m not gonna hurt you. But whoever did that,” he pointed towards your cheek, “deserves a good beating.” Maybe even more than that.. You looked at him, exasperated. “Look I appreciate all you did saving me from the kraang, but I can take care of myself.” You took a moment, then your eyes sharpened, “Why are you even here? And how—“

Raphael stalked forward causing you to shut up and fumble backwards, your eyes darting around. “What’re you gonna do, fight me?” He mused, finding that thought entertaining despite his terrible mood. “Just leave me alone. Please.” You said losing a bit of your cool composure as you came to a realization. He had been outside of your window, watching you. “I’ll go, just answer my question first.” His hand went up, you flinched as he grazed your wound gently. It seemed you regained your senses, batting his hand away, he let it fall to his side. “Raph.” You took another stab at his name and he gave himself away completely, eyes widening.

“Please, just go. You can’t do anything about this.” You pleaded, going for a softer approach since he wouldn’t listen to your earlier demands. “But I can, I can protect you Y/n, just let me. I’ll find out regardless if you tell me now or later.” He liked saying your name. He liked hearing you say his. He’d have paid more attention to that if your dad hadn’t slammed the door open. “The fuck Y/n! How’d this piece of shit get in??? You sneaking.. boys in now?” The man was slurring and stumbling, a drink in his left hand.

“Dad! Please I can explain, just—“ the man’s hand went up and it clicked into place. He was the one hitting you. Your dad. Raphael acted on instinct, easily putting himself in between you and your father, grabbing the raised arm and shoving the fucker back. He stumbled onto his ass. “Oh-ho lookie here you got a fighter huh Y/n?” Your dad barked out in laughter as he slowly pushed back to stand. “Take another step and you’ll be back on your ass.” Raphael warned. With that he turned his back to check you on. You were trembling, and his eyes softened, “Y/n you don’t have to put up with him,” he jerked a thumb back at your father. “I could take care of you! I could protect you!”

Your eyes widened with fear. “Raphael!” You screamed. Raph hadn’t realized his warning had fallen on deaf ears as the man lunged, this time he swung the bottle aiming to hit it over Raph’s head. The sound of breaking glass rang in your ears as you watched in horror. Raph jerked forward almost falling onto you, but he was quick to plant his feet and turned back swinging. One second he was talking to you, then the next his was on top of your father, beating him senseless.

“Raph!” “Stop!!” “Please you’ll kill him!” Your hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him backwards. It did the trick as Raph turned to you, fists raised and ready to fight. “It’s me Raph, it’s Y/n” you said shakily raising your hands in surrender. He was bleeding from the side of his head. “Come on, you’ve gotta get out of here,” you said quickly, offering your hand, palm open. He blew out a breath and took your hand. He led, pulling you to the window. He was getting out of here and he was taking you with him. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to talk, he was a turtle of action right now. And all he wanted was to get you to safety.

A couple of hours later, his head bandaged and you in the lair. It was like his fantasy had finally come true, you were here, in his room no less! And all he had to do was let that stupid prick smash that glass bottle over his head. He’d do it all over again if it meant Raph got to keep you. And now that you were here, he surely wasn’t letting go. Promises of just staying the night, and that you had to go would be falsely made. He’d let you think what you want. You’d see, sooner or later, you wouldn’t be safe unless you were be his side.

[stanfordpines-enbyboyfriend]

Introductory Post!

Hello everyone here's an introductory Post I decided to do because why not

Some Basic Stuff about Me

My name is VinylAlex (or just Alex or Vinyl)

I'm Bisexual and TransMasc Non-Binary

My Birthday is April 14th and I'm 19 years old

I use They/He/She Pronouns

I'm Autistic

I'm an Beginner Artist and I try to write sometimes

Some Random Info

My Art Tag is 'VinylAlex Art Tag🖌️'

I swear quite a bit but I have toned it down a bit recently

I ramble a lot and I made a lot sometimes it's (or at least it feels) incoherent or sometimes it's not

My blog is mostly self-shipping with some fandom stuff and other shit in there too

I mostly just reblog stuff with an actual post every once in awhile

I like to collect stuff (fashion dolls, plushies, Furbys, physical media, figures and more)

I can get confused really easily and I'm honestly kinda dumb

I use ibispaint for digital art

My hyperfixations can change quite quick so that's fun

Blue and Purple are My Favorite Colors

English is my first (and at the moment only) language but I absolutely suck at it

I'm really awkward and kind of bad at talking and conversations so sorry about that

Cows Bears Tigers and Opossums are My Favorite Animals

I really don't care if people think I'm cringe I'm just trying to vibe and do what makes me happy

Ask Box: Open

Art Request: Closed

Art Trades: Closed

Commissions: Closed

Just DM me for commission & Art Trades and send me an ask for requests also my ask box is normally always open so ask away!

Note: normally it takes me awhile to answer an ask as I need to gather my thoughts and stuff to answer and also sometimes I might forget about it or get distracted with something else so sorry about that

My Special Interests/HyperFixations

Thomas and Friends

Star Trek

TUGS

Pixar Cars

Marvel/X-Men

Bluey

Bob's Burgers

Cookie Run

Moomin

SMG4

Mario

Sonic The Hedgehog

Monster High

Octonauts

littleBIGPlanet

Transformers

Godzilla

Ghostbusters

Stripes

View Askewniverse

Five Nights at Freddy's

Borderlands

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Lupin III

Journey to The West/LEGO Monkie Kid

And a Lot More

agere blog: @littleopossumkitty

My F/o List

Do Not Interact: basic criteria, Pro.shippers/com.shippers, if you sexualize age regression

[eya909]

As soon as I saw the butterflies I knew April’s layout would be flowers 🌸🌺🌼🌷🪷🌹🐰✨ I quickly realized that the more colors I have to choose from the more difficult it is for me 😅🎨 Happy April everybody!

[trapdoornumberthree]

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[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 4

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: 6,292

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 2021

The shrill ringing of the phone echoed in Natalie’s ear as she rammed her shoulder against the rickety wooden door one last time, huffing out in frustration as it once again didn’t budge. She’d nearly forgotten about the dull ringing of the phone, resting a few feet away on a console table, until a low, warm voice answered, “Hello?” 

She sighed, rattling the door handle hopelessly as she replied, “Hey Chris-” 

But before she could get to the point, Chris suddenly laughed, his voice muffled as he said something – presumably to Scott – before he told her, “Nat, if you want any guac or salsa, you better get here fast because Scott is demolishing it.” 

Nat deflated as she frowned, staring at the one thing keeping her from getting to Chris’ for their planned night in, with Scott, Chris, Nat, and later on Scott’s boyfriend hanging out at Chris’ home to watch the Mariners play the Red Sox. “Well it looks like you guys are going to get it all to yourself because I’m not going to be able to make it,” she informed him, her voice frustrated. 

“Really? I thought you were free tonight?” Chris asked, and if it was at all possible, Nat felt even worse at the disappointment in his voice. “Dodger’s going to be pretty disappointed he doesn’t get to see you.” 

As if he knew what Chris said, a faint bark carried through the phone. She smiled to herself at the sound and at Chris’ hushed voice as he whispered something to Scott, but soon explained to them, “I’d love to come see him if I wasn’t stuck like an idiot in my apartment.” 

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment until Chris asked concernedly, “Are you locked out?” 

“No, I’m locked in,” she corrected, shaking her head in disbelief as she picked up her phone and walked down the long hallway to the kitchen and living room. “My doorknob is jammed and of course none of my neighbors or landlord are home on a Saturday night so I’m stuck.” 

“This could only happen to you,” Chris chuckled, but she barely paid it any mind as she dug around in her junk drawer for the screwdriver she knew – more so hoped – she’d put in here the last time she needed it.

“I thought about trying to climb out the window-”

“Natalie, you live on the second floor and with your luck you’ll fall and break both your legs,” Chris interrupted, almost chastising her. “Scott and I will come and get your door open.” 

She rolled her eyes, knowing they’d likely only do the same things she’d done – sticking a bobby pin, expired credit card, and a variety of other things in between the door and the doorframe. “Oh yeah, because you two are clearly geniuses.” 

“Alright smartass, would you rather be stuck in your apartment?” 

Nat’s lips pursed as she made her way back down the hallway, tossing the phone onto the ground next to her as she lowered herself to the floor. She surveyed the scene in front of her, the bobby pins and broken cards scattered around her. “...See you in a little while,” she relented. 

“That’s what I figured,” he chuckled. His voice was muffled as he said something to Scott before he returned to the call, adding, “We’ll be there soon.”

Knowing they only were driving from Chris’ home in Laurel Canyon, she knew it wouldn’t take them too long to arrive at her San Fernando apartment. Nat stayed in her spot on the Target rug, letting out occasional sounds of frustration as she persisted and just kept fiddling with the broken door knob, hoping she could somehow get it open but made no progress except in aggravating herself even further. 

Eventually, she heard two sets of footsteps pause outside her door. “Hey Nat, we’re here,” Chris called, his voice muffled by the thick wooden door between them. With one last ditch effort, she rattled the door as she stuck a bobby pin near the lock, but she only succeeded by jamming it further. “Have you made any progress?” 

“Well I got a bobby pin stuck in it which only jammed it more,” she sighed, slouching a bit as she stood up and studied the door. 

Chris and Scott were each quiet for a moment, presumably speaking to each other and organizing a plan. After a minute or two, Chris spoke up, informing Nat, “I’m going to try to see if I can get it to open from this side.” 

Nat took a few steps back from her door, making sure it wouldn’t hit her if Chris did succeed in getting it open but she ended up standing there and only saw the door slightly rattle, no matter the amount of grunting and loud slams of what no doubt was Chris’ shoulder as he rammed into it. She just kept sitting there, hoping to shortly see Chris’ face when he broke through the door but found herself still staring at the plain wood. 

After a lengthy amount of time, and no progress being made, Chris announced they were coming around to her window so she went over to pull it open. Once she’d easily popped the screen out of place, Nat poked her head out, the wind running through her thick curls while she rested her forearms on the window sill and waited to see the two men, and within a few minutes Chris and a dirty blonde – who was very obviously his brother – rounded the corner, coming to a rest underneath her window.

Chris had a smirk on his face as he met Nat’s eye from fourteen feet below her, his voice dry as he told her, “I don’t know what the hell you did to that door, Nat, but it’s really jammed.” 

“You’re telling me this like I don’t know?” She shot back, rolling her eyes. It was so laughably typical of Chris to be acting like this, when she was the one who’d been all but doing a work out for the last hour and a half, trying to bust herself out of her own apartment to drive down to his house. “Besides, I didn’t do anything to it! I literally just went to open the door to get a package and it was stuck!”

He rolled his eyes back, but the smirk and look in his eyes betrayed him as he answered, “A likely story.” 

“You’re an asshole, just so you know,” she informed him before she turned her attention to the man next to him. “Also, hi Scott. It’s nice to finally meet you… even if it’s from two floors up.” 

Scott had a shit-eating grin on his face as he laughed, telling Nat, “Just so you know, I like you already.” 

Chris piped up, a smirk as Nat met his eyes and he mentioned, “At least I’m not the only Evans who had a memorable first meeting with Nat.” 

“Okay are you going to help me or just make fun of me?” She finally asked, her hands flying in the air and wincing as one hit the window frame. 

“I was planning on both,” Chris laughed, but his tone turned a little more serious as he called up to Nat, “But I think Scott’s going to lift me up and I’m going to see what I can do from that side.” 

“Hold on, I don’t have pants on yet!” She called, moving away from the window quickly to head to her clean laundry basket on the kitchen counter, digging around for a pair of shorts.

She could practically see the smirk on Chris’ face when he yelled out a joking, “I don’t mind,” making her laugh and shake her head, not knowing just how true his words were. Nat quickly slid her shorts on and wrangled up her messy curls, allowing her to see easier before she poked her head back out of the window. 

Chris and Scott weren’t even looking up at Nat when she returned, instead they were distracted by each other. “Okay, lift me up and I’ll climb in,” Scott finally said, gesturing up to the window she was hanging out of. Nat had to bite back a laugh when Chris looked outright insulted by the instruction, a deep frown on his face. 

“Scott, are you kidding? If I lift you in, you’ll just end up sitting on the couch drinking beer with Nat. You’re going to lift me and I’ll actually get shit done,” he ordered his younger brother, shoving Scott’s shoulder lightly. 

“We’ll see about that,” Scott huffed back, rolling his eyes in exasperation once he and Nat met each other’s eyes. 

Nat just watched the brothers bicker for another minute before Chris finally took off his jacket, leaving him in a tight white tee shirt that had Nat drooling just from seeing those broad shoulders outlined so well. She’d never been blind to his appearance, but she’d definitely been preoccupied during the bulk of their interactions, focusing instead on the sketches in front of her and listening to Chris as he recorded his lines. 

But now the only thing on her mind was her eyes tracing him, her attraction having only been intensified by the sudden proximity as he’d shifted work projects, their relationship having gone from purely work to friends. But what was stirring inside her wasn’t anything she felt just for friends, and that fact seemed to become more and more obvious with each interaction they had. 

Her eyes were glued to him as he put his foot in Scott’s hands, lifting him up and boosting Chris up to where he could grab the windowsill, hoisting himself up and into the window as if it was the easiest exertion he’d ever made.  It was a bit of an ordeal as Chris jammed himself through the open window and ended up tumbling onto the wood floor, causing Nat to burst out laughing, earning a shove to her shoulder when Chris got himself up and walked by her to the problematic door. 

He bounced his shoulder against the door a few times for good measure until Scott called out that he was in the hall just on the other side of the door. The brothers messed around for a bit, with Scott pushing the door with his foot and shoulder as Chris all but tried to yank the doorknob towards himself and Nat. 

Chris’ face was bright red with exasperation when they finally stopped trying to manually force it open, frustration evident in the scowl on his face. He turned to Nat, as he rolled his likely aching shoulders back and asked her, “Do you have any fuckin’ tools here?” 

With a nod, she bit her lip, glancing around the apartment and telling Chris, “I think my dad left some when I moved in but I need to find them.” 

“No wonder you got locked in,” he muttered, a slight chuckle bubbling out of him as she blindly threw a hand towards his chest before she made her way down the hall to look in a closet. 

“Who’s the smartass now?” Nat called over her shoulder, smirking at the sound of his deep sigh.

Nat dug through the back of her closet, finding the bag of tools and brought it out to put on the coffee table. The sound of metal clunking echoed in the apartment when Chris looked through it, finding a hammer which he surveyed for a moment before nodding slightly and headed back to the door. She watched as he dug the back in between the door and the frame while he instructed Scott to push against the other side and after three hard shoves against it, the door finally swung free. 

She let out a sigh of relief, immensely grateful to no longer be stuck inside the apartment hopelessly. Now that she was freed, she finally got the chance to properly meet Scott, the three of them chatting for a minute until she realized she was still left with a broken doorknob and no way to lock her apartment. Nat ran a hand through her hair, silently thinking if she could put the knob back on for the time being but before she could think any farther, Chris piped in telling her, “We’ll go get a new knob and Scott can stay here and watch your apartment.” 

“No, it’s fine, I can stay and I’ll just call Mark or Jamie and see if they can go grab one and swing it by,” She brushed off his offer, but gratefully handed glasses of water to him and Scott. 

But Chris rolled his eyes, his stubborn, hard-headed nature showing as he muttered, “Yeah, like I’d leave you here like this with no way to lock your apartment.” 

Nat was quiet as she considered the offer, her eyes drifting to the hallway before they returned to Chris, biting her lower lip and asking him, “...Do I have to ride in your snobby Tesla?” 

“Damn right,” he chuckled, shooting her a wink before she grabbed her purse. She told Scott he was welcome to anything in her fridge and where the remote for the television was before she and Chris headed out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. 

They drove through the neighborhood as the evening started to grow dark but it wasn’t until Chris was standing in an aisle, surveying door knobs that she realized just how surreal the whole experience was. She wanted to laugh at the thought of telling someone this, that on a Saturday night she was in the middle of Lowe’s while Chris Evans found her a new doorknob for her apartment. 

But she almost couldn’t believe it herself as she watched Chris study the different options, pointing out a few to her. She was thankful for the masks they both were wearing as it prevented him from seeing her practically drool over him.

Working with Chris hadn’t been the first time she’d worked with a famous actor or actress, and he wasn’t the first one she’d enjoyed. But each time it had been just that… a work relationship. They had worked together but when that was over, so was their relationship and she had assumed that Chris would be no exception but the opposite had come true. Now that Chris was onto his next project, they seemed to only get even closer; their text stream constant and long, Tuesday game nights becoming a regular fixture for them both, and Nat had begun to miss his presence whenever and wherever he was absent. 

There was a lighthearted feeling that Chris seemed to always bring with him, making her feel happy but also so safe. The security he brought to her life was something she hadn’t expected, and the feeling of being wanted, that he truly wanted to be around her and actually enjoyed her just for who she was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, instead having been dealing with the deep rejection she felt from her broken engagement over the past year. 

But the worst part of all of it was that she knew she couldn’t have him. She had seen his face on the covers of many websites over the previous years and knew who he had been with in the past, and the thought of being with him was purely laughable to her. Nat knew that she had to push these feelings to the side, and enjoy the growing friendship they had, but take it at just that… friendship and friendship only. 

There was still a chill in the air in the late April evening, making Chris shiver for a moment, his thin tee shirt not doing much to keep him warm. He adjusted the hat on top of his head while he walked through the parking lot, thankful for the mask that was blocking his face and keeping anyone from recognizing him while he headed toward the bar. 

He was full into filming The Gray Man but was thankful that most of the shooting took place during the day for the portion they were in LA, allowing many of his evenings to be filled with the presence of a curly headed animator and this evening was no different. A couple days ago, Nat had filled him in on the plans they had for Mark’s birthday, telling him they rented out a bar so that their friends and co-workers could come out and celebrate but felt a little tinge of victory when she had asked him to come. She hadn’t outright asked him to come with her as her plus one, especially since he knew Mark and was very friendly with him, but he felt like they both knew there was an underlying insinuation that came with the invitation that he happily accepted. 

Chris headed into the bar, his blue eyes scanning the room sparsely filled with people enjoying the Friday night, but quickly stopped when they landed on a familiar frame. Nat was standing near the bar, having must have just come inside since she was pulling off her aviator sunglasses to slide into her purse. He found himself just watching while she animatedly spoke to someone he didn’t recognize while she wiggled her way awkwardly out of her denim jacket, leaving her in a cropped striped shirt and a pair of jeans that Chris noticed hugged her in all the right places. 

He sent a friendly but wary smile at Mark from across the room as he tucked his mask into his back pocket, his eyes moving back to Nat. She clearly was enjoying the conversation with the other man, Chris struggling to place a name to his face as he watched them. Nat pointed a finger across the room, towards the wide open doors to Chris’ left leading to the patio of the bar. She nodded as he whispered something to her, then laughed when he added something else. Chris felt his jaw set as he watched the interaction, that flare of jealousy when he saw the way the man’s hand reached out to rub up and down Nat’s arm for a short moment. 

Chris didn’t expect the intense feeling that seemed to burst inside of him. It wasn’t as if they were together, in fact he hadn’t even made a move on her yet, but seeing someone else being in the position he wanted to be with her, had him staring longer than he should have. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized Mark walked up to him until he felt a pat on his shoulder, “Hey, Chris I’m so glad you could make it.” 

He nodded, swallowing as he gathered himself before he replied, “Yeah, me too, man.” 

“I figured it’d be easy to persuade people to come with there’s alcohol involved,” Mark laughed, his hand coming to rest on Chris’ shoulder gently. “Have you got a drink yet?” 

Chris shook his head, forcing himself to tear his eyes off of Nat as she laughed at a joke. “No, not yet,” he admitted with a grimace. 

Mark nodded, looking at Chris carefully. “Can I get you something?” He asked. 

“Oh, no it’s okay, I’ll go get one in a minute,” he assured the other man, but before Mark could step away he asked, “Hey Mark, who is that guy over there with Nat? He looks familiar but I can’t remember his name.” 

“That’s Ryan, he works in character development,” Mark explained, Chris’ eyes trailing on the man – Ryan’s – face and remembering when he and Nat had run into him at the Commissary one day. 

“Are he and Nat like, a thing?” 

Mark was quiet for a few moments, long enough for Chris to shift his gaze over to him. “...You jealous, Evans?” The man asked, a knowing look on his face. 

“More like… curious,” Chris admitted, but even he had to admit it was a weak excuse. 

Mark nodded, his eyes following Chris’ to practically spy on Nat and Ryan. “Well I know Nat and I can already tell you that in about five minutes she’ll be done with that conversation,” Mark sighed, the knowing look remaining as he shook his head. 

“Really? Why do you say that?” 

“He’s a douche, kinda like Shane was. Ryan’s just smooth talking her and she’s going to figure that out in just a minute so just be patient,” Mark explained with a wave of his hand before he took a sip of his drink. 

“Who’s Shane? Have I met him?” 

“God I hope not,” he rushed to say, causing Chris to let out an unexpected laugh. “He’s her ex fiance but they ended things about a year ago. He lives in Europe now and is engaged to someone else.” 

Chris pursed his lips as he listened to Mark’s abbreviated version of things. “Sounds like a dick,” he finally surmised, shrugging as Mark looked at him in slight surprise. 

“He was,” Mark agreed with a chuckle. “But so is Ryan so like I said, give it about five minutes and she’ll be looking for a way to get away from him.”

Chris just nodded before he wished Mark a happy birthday before going to get a beer for himself, chatting with a few people while quietly lingering near Nat. He kept glancing over at her, seeing her and Ryan’s bodies getting closer together each time he looked. Chris couldn’t help but internally curse himself out for not making a move on her sooner, momentarily hating the logical side of his brain that had told him to take it slow. 

But it only took another few minutes for Mark’s words to come to fruition, Nat slowly backing away from him as they kept talking. Chris wasn’t close enough to hear what they were saying but could see from their body language that although Ryan wanted to keep the conversation going from the way his body was following her and how he kept reaching out to touch her but Nat’s feelings were becoming obvious with how she kept recoiling and wrapped her arms around her body loosely in a self-protective manner. 

He was thankful he had kept his eyes on her, allowing him to see her looking around the room, trying to see a way to exit the conversation but when he saw her anxious eyes land on his, he could see the pleading look in them. Chris quickly excused himself from the few people he had been standing with and briskly walked over to where Nat was standing against the bar, putting his hand on her back when he finally stood next to her. 

Her hip was leaning against the bar and she was running a hand through her curls when she nearly jumped at his touch, but soon settled when she saw it was him. “Hi Chris, I didn’t even see you come in,” she greeted, her tone a little too even and plain for Nat. 

“I slipped in just a few minutes ago,” he informed her, smiling a bit to make her feel more comfortable and at ease. Once she’d nodded, relaxing a bit, he added,  “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.” 

She froze, her head tilting as she thought over his words. “It’s been two days,” she reminded him with a small laugh. 

“Which is too long,” he told her, his hand shifting around to squeeze her hip before he stuck out his hand and turned his attention to the man across from them, who was befuddled at the interaction. “I don’t think I’ve had the chance to meet you yet.” 

“We met one time, just for a minute, but I’m Ryan,” he greeted, jerkily shaking his hand. 

“Hi Ryan, I’m Chris,” Chris cooly replied, his tone a little too friendly, and by the way Nat tensed a bit against him, he knew she recognized it as well. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” 

He nodded at Ryan, then turned his attention back to the brunette standing next to him. “Nat, are you feeling alright? You look like you could use some fresh air,” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. 

But Ryan interjected before Nat could even begin to answer, his voice practically grating Chris. “Or maybe you just need another drink. I can go get you one,” he unhelpfully offered, clearly not knowing where he wasn’t welcomed. 

“No thanks,” Nat kindly rejected, her cool demeanor slipping before she sheepishly admitted, “But I could use some air, I think it’s just stuffy in here.” 

Chris’ heart felt like it was aching when he looked at Nat and the way she seemed even smaller than normal, her arms wrapped around herself protectively as she leaned into the wood bar, trying to shrink away from her co-worker. The normal confidence that Nat carried with her was seemingly gone, replaced with her frazzled demeanor at the situation. He wrapped his thick arm around her shoulder, pulling her against his side and felt his heart flutter when he could feel Nat’s body relax against his before they walked out to the empty patio. 

She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she nearly shuddered with the action. But she remained quiet as they reached a safe distance from the small get-together inside, and before long he cautiously asked, “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah I’m fine,” she brushed him off, avoiding his eyes. 

“I’m serious, Nat. You can tell me,” he encouraged, but treaded carefully. Nat definitely hadn’t needed saving, but Ryan clearly wasn’t the type who’d go without a fight. And while Nat was more than capable of doing so, he couldn’t have stood by and watched her struggle to shake him off all night long, and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he refrained from stepping in and caused her further discomfort. 

But she shook her head again, then hesitated a bit before she rambled, “I’m really okay, I just started feeling really uncomfortable. I don’t know why, he didn’t even do anything but-” 

“No, you don’t need to justify it. If he made you uncomfortable, that’s the end of it,” Chris shrugged, and that truly was it. There was no further explanation or reasoning required, she needed an out and got it. 

Nat was quiet as she stared at her heels, a deep frown on her lips as she was in deep thought. “Thanks for helping me,” she finally told him, slowly meeting his eyes. 

He gave her a sheepish half-smile at her words as he shrugged, admitting, “You don’t need to thank me, I know you had it under control but I enjoy kicking a douchebag to the curb when I can.” 

“Really? Because if it’s douchebags that get kicked to the curb, why haven’t I kicked you to the curb yet?” 

He let out a sharp laugh, his nose scrunching as he grinned at her. “Well there’s no accounting for taste,” he shot back with a shrug. 

“Yeah that mustache you have is a great example of it,” she retorted, smirking widely as his Nat came back, making an appearance for the first time that evening. “You seriously should have kept your mask on, then maybe you could have landed a girl here tonight.” 

“I’m pretty sure I’m too busy coming to your rescue,” he shrugged, pursing his lips and suppressing a grin at her loud laughter. 

Once she’d calmed down, she pointed a finger – and leaned in against his firm arm – and told him, “Well I’m going to be too busy outdrinking you.” 

“Outdrinking a guy from Boston? Yeah I don’t think so. Besides, you’re like…” he paused, holding a hand up to his shoulder, “this big.” 

But his teasing of her didn’t get a verbal response, only resulting in Nat practically dragging him toward the bar where they each got a drink which is where they stayed. It was over an hour later and they still hadn’t taken their eyes off of each other, a few empty glasses in front of them, and were both facing one another on their barstools, knees resting against each other while they animatedly talked. 

He didn’t even know how long it had been since his hand had moved over to rest on her back, dropping down lower and lower until it had come to rest right above her jeans and thanks to her cropped tee shirt and how she was leaning, he felt her soft warm skin underneath his touch. Chris’ thumb was rubbing slow circles against her bare skin while Nat loudly laughed at one of his jokes, her hand resting on his toned thigh as she leaned in toward him, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. 

Nat pushed her empty glass to the side as she finished her mojito with a sigh, shaking her head as the bartender silently offered another round. “I’ve got to hand it to you, you can certainly hold your drinks,” Chris smirked, his chin resting on his hand as he studied her, unable to hide the blatantly longing looks. 

She chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she confessed, “It’s not my first go round.” 

“I can see that,” Chris laughed, his thumb moving back and forth over the bare small of her back. He moved his chin off of his right hand, reaching to take the last sip from his beer before he admitted to her, “I have to say, I barely recognized you when I came in. I was looking for those crazy curls.” 

“Every once in a while I can manage to actually tame them,” Nat rolled her eyes just as her hand landed on his denim-covered thigh again, just resting there as she smirked and winked at him. 

“Well I like it when you let them loose,” he shrugged, looking at her through his long eyelashes, his fingers tapping against her bare skin rhythmically. “It’s very sexy.” 

Nat raised a single eyebrow at him and Chris worried he went a little too far, but before he could work himself up, she retorted, “Sexy? Unlike that mustache of yours.” 

He laughed to himself, adjusting himself on the stool so that his legs caged hers, and began rubbing her back again. “Really because I feel like you’re kind of into it…” He trailed off and raised an eyebrow, smirking at her as she took a bite from the giant soft pretzel resting between them on a plate. 

“No way. The beard, yes. Mustache, no,” she mumbled, laughing along with him before she gratefully took a sip of the water that the bartender dropped off for them. 

“I’ll make a mental note of that,” he nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her for even a millisecond. His right hand moved to run over his face as he tried to get a grip of himself, but he was too far gone by now. He was so utterly fucked, and he knew likely everyone could tell, but he was starting to not care about anything or anyone besides that brunette in front of him, who was dabbing bits of caramel sauce from her shirt. 

Neither of them were even aware how much the party had died down until Jamie came over to interrupt them, asking for help in cleaning up. It almost felt painful for Chris to pull his hands off of her as they pushed themselves off the stools to help pick up from the party while the small group of people still lingered. He was busy stacking up a few glasses when Nat came over to him while pulling on her denim jacket, telling Chris, “I called an Uber so I’m headed out to wait for it.” 

His face fell and he froze for a second, but reached for his own jacket – long since strewn over an empty table – and told her, “Let me say bye to Mark and Jamie and I’ll come wait with you.” 

They made their way to the middle of the room, where Mark, Nick – his semi-new boyfriend,  Jamie, and Lauren were. After saying goodnight to each other and wishing Mark a happy birthday for the last time, Nat and Chris made their way back outside and into the night together.

“Well you certainly surprised me tonight,” Chris began quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked. “I would have pegged you for a lightweight.” 

Nat smirked, and the way her eyes twinkled rivaled the stars in the sky. “We Hungarian women are tough,” she told him, biting her lower lip. 

He looked at her in disbelief, almost incredulous as he asked, “Tough? Because I seem to remember you crying when I showed you that video of Dodger trying to play with a squirrel the other day.” He smiled as she laughed sheepishly, taking the chance to gently slide his hand out of his pocket and wrap his arm around her hip, landing his hand on the small of her back. But it only stayed momentarily as she reached for his hand and wound it fully around her waist, leaning into his side as he held onto her bare skin.  

Without missing a beat, she countered, “Okay, Mr. `I cry at a song.’” 

“Hey I’m sensitive and I own it,” he held his other hand up, enjoying the welcome weight of her against him as they made their way to the edge of the parking lot, just as she fished her phone out of her pocket to check on her Uber. He relished her not stepping out of his arms, instead huddling against him as the chilly night hit them. “I just didn’t expect to meet someone even more soft and sensitive than me.” 

Nat didn’t even look up from her phone, instead snorting as she sent the driver a message, telling them where she was waiting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m a stone cold bitch,” she informed him with a shrug. 

“I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he whispered in her ear, smirking to himself when he felt her freeze next to him.  “Besides, I think you being sensitive is sexy as hell.” 

As he slowly pulled away from her ear, Chris let his face linger near hers. He felt his whole body feel warm with his arm around her, holding Nat close against him but it wasn’t just the heat of her body that was making him warm. Chris just stayed right where he was, staring into her eyes as he looked for hints of her response but got an answer loud and clear when she stood up taller and pressed her lips firmly against his. 

It didn’t take him more than a second to respond, kissing her right back in the dark evening. He wound his left arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him as her arms moved to loop around his neck, a hand moving into his hair. It had been a long time since he’d – and he hated to admit this – was genuinely this excited about being with someone in this way, the anticipation almost as good as the actual release. 

But Nat had made him feel that way since the very first day, in that tiny conference room in Burbank, one he’d always remember. He’d been hoping this was where their paths would lead them, but he almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t some fucked up dream he was having. 

The sudden honk of a car horn from the surrounding traffic pulled them apart much sooner than he’d wanted and he hoped Nat’s frown showed she felt the same, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move his arms away from her. They were quiet – giddy, but quiet – as they stood there, practically holding each other until he tapped his fingers against the bare skin of her back and asked, “So… am I going to see you this weekend?” 

Nat bit her lip, almost suppressing the grin that was threatening to split her lips as she told him, “I sure hope so.” 

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead again before a car pulled up along the curb, pausing just as Nat’s phone buzzed against her leg, signaling it was hers. “Your Uber is here,” he murmured, begrudgingly pulling his arms away. “Text me when you get home so I know you got there safe, okay?” 

“I will,” she promised, not stepping out of his space quite yet. She looked at the car, almost regretfully, before she confirmed for one last time, “So I’ll see you this weekend.” 

“You can count on it,” he assured her, matching grins on their faces. 

Before she could step too far from him, he wrapped his arms around her one last time for a hug, squeezing her tightly. Then, just as impulsively, he pulled away from her, walking her to the Uber and willing himself to not give in, to play it smart. 

But the struggle was worth it when he shut the door to her Uber, despite the slightly pained look on Nat’s face. And as he watched the Uber head towards the 405, he knew in his heart that whatever was going to happen tomorrow…. It’d be worth this and more. Because she was the best damn thing to happen to him in a long time, and he’d be stupid to let it through his fingers when it’d just barely begun. 

A/N: We LOVE this chapter and cannot wait to hear your thoughts! As a quick disclaimer, we know that all the COVID restrictions and things like that aren’t 100% realistic but are changing a few things for the sake of the story! We’ll see you guys on MONDAY with part one of chapter five!

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→ barks and recreation adoption event, april 11th. closed for @foster-notmatty

“Oh hello there.” Phoebe cooed from inside the fenced area as a gray striped cat shyly made its way across to greet her, sniffing at her open hand suspiciously as it deemed if she was worthy of granting it a few pets. She grinned widely at Foster as the feline began to rub its face against her offered hand, mouthing yet another apology at the chef waiting patiently for her. They were only supposed to stop by the event for five minutes so Phoebe could get her cute animal fix, but then there was a chance to meet a few of them up close and personal and, well… 

Twenty minutes later, she was still cross-legged on the ground, getting better acquainted with all the cats wandering around potential new owners and animal lovers. “I think she's my new favorite. I kinda wish I could take her home.” She glanced down, giving her little gray head a gentle scratch, earning a purr for her efforts, her heart melting as it did so. “Oh my god, please stop being so cute.” She addressed the cat, the demand utterly useless, daring to pick it up and gently placing it on her lap where it instantly settled, its purrs only increasing in volume. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave me here forever now,” She joked to Foster, finally prying her eyes away from the sleeping animal. “If it’s any consolation, I’ll be very happy with my new life as a kitten mattress.”

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So, P3R.

This is an interesting experience for me, because, remember, I’ve never actually played 3 or 4. Just 5s and Qs. I was an anime person. So I know what I’m getting into, but not all the details.

And so far, it’s fascinating. Where I stopped, it’s April 20-something, the world is not ending (yet), and Minato is both having and not having a time.

First of all, the game opens with a warning about the heavy themes of suicide, among other things. Which I do think is appropriate. What happened with Shiho in P5 is horrible, but it was one event, with a mostly-positive outcome in the end. Shiho was okay, she got better. Suicide is a much more... prominent? theme in this story, and I know that can be too much for people.

Anyway.

It’s strange seeing this translated differently after so long of knowing “You will be given one year. Go forth without falter, with your heart as your guide.” God, I’ve been in this fandom for approaching eight years. When did that happen.

Always delightful to see how unconcerned Minato is with everything, even though they sort of imply later that he’s never experienced this before. I like to assume he’s lived most of his life with his own localized Dark Hour and has either never been out at midnight or just slept through it, so maybe he’s used to the green, but you’d think the coffins would raise some eyebrows at least.

Hello, baby boy. I dunno if it counts as choosing this fate of mine own free will if I don’t actually know what’s going on yet.

...I wonder if we ever get an answer about why he’s playing errand boy for Igor?

Ms. Toriumi mentions that Minato has lived in lots of different places, which definitely gives me the vibe of being passed around orphanages and foster families and distant relatives. He’s had a decade to internalize that he has nothing and no one.

It’s also hilarious to note how differently the opening of this is from P5, just from the perspective of like… Everyone is awkward, but well-meaning, and the primary rumor running around is about how you walked to school with Yukari and how there MUST be something between you. Like, random classmate, I have been in Iwatodai for MAYBE 9 hours and most of that was sleeping. We are not “close”.

But no one thinks I’m going to stab them! :D Sorry, Akira.

Also, I met the Female Student:

Walking around Gekkoukan is an experience, because I knew it was like a super-fancy private school, but it’s fucking enormous. Observatory? Indoor pool? MASSIVE entryway? Fancy courtyards?? All of it.

Time to leave school and go wander the town. The strip mall is mostly restaurants, which is cool. And I found something interesting in the back alley.

Red Hawk, huh? I gotta come back here, even though I don’t know how to play mahjong.

Weird having only 3 social stats to worry about, but I’m not gonna complain. Less burgers to scarf down to talk to one random adult. :P

Also weird that the command room has cameras in SEES’s bedrooms? Or just Minato’s, but like… Ikutsuki. Stop explaining the Dark Hour to two people who already know what’s going on and stop being a creeper watching me sleep.

After a blissful two days of school, the first full moon arrives, and Akihiko, darling dumbass, leads the magician directly back to the dorm.

The new Dark Hour screen is really cool.

And the Magician is awful. Like gloom hands if they were carrying knives. So, awful.

This entire cutscene is so pretty, though. Orpheus is beautiful, and then the part where he immediately gets shredded by Thanatos clawing out of him while he screams... The screenshots don’t do it justice. Orpheus explodes and then Thanatos kills the Magician in like ten seconds flat.

I love them.

That’s my future husband, Akihiko. Shush.

So Minato apparently passed out for a WEEK, and in the meantime, I checked out the trophy list. I dunno how to nurse a cat back to health yet, but there’s a trophy for it, and by god I will obtain it.

Yukari then proceeded to dump her entire backstory the instant Minato woke up. Which… at least she acknowledged that that was weird.

Ikutsuki wants to talk, to explain about the Dark Hour and ask us to join SEES, and I have to question Minato’s observational skills, because like…

Mina. Sweetheart. Beloved. You were just unconscious for a week after fighting a monster with a concept that ripped itself out of the manifestation of your soul. Extra hour is nothing.

But we’re part of SEES now! Meeting adjourned.

...sir, even if you weren’t you, I’d still want to punch you.

Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday. Time to go to bed and hopefully tomorrow I can explore Paulownia Mall. I wanna see how close it looks to what I was picturing.

...Minatooooo. I know the end is coming and you’re a sleepy mess, but come on. ALL DAY?

Whatever. Tartarus Time.

This teleporter makes me think of the teleporter in Xibalba/Ameno Torifune, and then I remember that the Kirijo Group broke off from SEBEC and probably took some of the blueprints and they’re probably manifesting in a similar way as the one in the ship.

OR I’m just looking for stuff to blowtorch. XDDD

Tartarus is really interesting, and I like it so far. It really does emphasize that the Thieves knew absolutely fuck-all about what was going on all the time, though. Mitsuru and Akihiko know what they’re doing. They’ve got a weapon supplier. They know how to fight. They know how to navigate. They’re explaining everything they know so far, and SEES is coordinated and functional.

Even Morgana was guessing on a lot of stuff. The Thieves were making it up as they went.

No wonder my Akira and Mitsuru are constantly butting heads. :P

After Tartarus, I went to sing karaoke by myself so I can be brave enough to go in Club Escapade, worked a shift at Chagall Cafe, and went to the Velvet Room to play with fusion.

...I mean yeah because Minato is the first Fool Wild Card, but Tatsuya is right there, canonically doing NG+.

It’s so weird to have Igor commenting on my menuing and prompting me for choices and like… doing his job. I’m so used to P5, it’s hysterical. But like… I’m glad he’s here. And the menu is nice.

Why are these arcade games $10-$15????????

Anyway, where I stopped, apparently I gotta go join the track team or something. I can’t picture Minato in organized sports, but whatever. XD I’m already flailing my way through my first social link, Kenji. I’m completely helpless. The realization that I don’t know this person, don’t know how he wants me to act, and also that he’s weird as heck was like getting smacked upside the head.

He’s going to ask out a teacher or something. Godspeed, my dude, but also like… why.

Actually, don’t tell me. I’m gonna go join the track team.