#it shouldn’t be this difficult to find art like… reposters are shit

[tariah23]

It took me like an hour to find this one piece of fanart that caught my eye uhh. I really do wish that reposters actually sourced shit if they’re just gonna repost other people’s work without their permission anyway.

[saizoswifey]

PSA Regarding Art Theft

Hey guys, it was brought to my attention that this topic needs to be discussed again. I’ll be very serious when I say this shit needs to stop. The otome fandom is really small compared to many, and therefore it’s something I think we can get a handle on if we put ego aside and just take responsibility for our actions.

Moreover, because it’s a smaller fandom you can bet that if you’re reading this rn and feel guilt over knowing you went (or regularly go) to Pixiv or wherever else and took an artists work without asking and then came over here and posted it for notes, people know you did. Maybe not all, but some, and that’s enough and word spreads.

No one is saying you can’t repost art here, or across platforms. It’s amazing to give artists more exposure and let people enjoy the beauty of their hard work across multiple languages. But if you can’t even put in the effort to google translate a message to get permission but post it anyway, you should be ashamed. And MUCH more so if the person politely declines and you ignore their wishes.

Creating art of any kind is scary. It’s sharing a piece of yourself out in the world and honestly opening yourself up to critique even if it’s unwanted. Can you imagine posting something you worked really hard on and maybe it’s so personal your friends and family don’t even know about your hobby. And then all of a sudden some asshole has posted it without you knowing and it’s showing up all over sites in a language you can’t read and people are saying things at 30 different links and you can’t understand 100% and maybe it’s mean comments, maybe they’re making fun of you, ?? you don’t know!!

Maybe some weird knock off site is selling fucking notepads and shitty thin sweaters with your art on it now. Maybe some of the people in your real life use Pinterest and one day they’re coming to you showing you your secret fan works and saying “this looks like yours??? You’re into this???” And you JUST WANT TO DIE. It’s anxiety inducing and overwhelming and literally a loss of control over something that is supposed to be YOURS and personal and joyful.

THAT’S what you are opening someone up to when you repost art without permission. You don’t fucking know the artist, you don’t know if they’re using a pseud and in secret, you don’t know if they’re insecure or anxious or scared of having lots of people view their stuff. You don’t know if they’d be suicidal over having their work stolen. You.DONT.KNOW. That’s why you ASK. It’s not complicated or difficult. It’s common decency.

And maybe it’s scary the first few times you do it because you aren’t fluent in the language and you don’t know if you’ll just be ignored but I promise just about all will be happy you asked, and very polite, and most will be okay with it. And hell, maybe you’ll make a friend over time. Even if you’re just badly google translating back and forth.

You’re posting this art because it meant something to you in some way when you saw it. So respect that process, respect the person who brought it into existence. Cheese and crackers— just fucking ask.

And for the rest of you, you’re fucking responsible too.

Because for every one person that reads the above and agrees with it, there’s always going to be the asshole that says “hah, fuck you, I do what a want you can’t stop me” and this is where the rest of the fandom comes into play. You are just as implicit in this process.

I’ve had my work stolen more times than I can count and I can’t tell you just how much more sickening it is that i saw the people who were regularly in my notes, the people in my DMs saying how much they appreciated me etc or that they were huge fans, these same people were turning around and reblogging literally the same thing word for word and giving praising tags to my plagiarizers. And I wanted to yell HOW CAN YOU NOT EVEN CHECK OR REALIZE??? HOW CAN YOU JUST QUICK CONSUME AND REBLOG AND NOT EVEN THINK. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And it made me feel like I shouldn’t even bother anymore, because I kill myself over my work just to have someone else get tons of notes and all the praise.

Be more critical of what you consume. These reposters keep going because of YOUR ENGAGEMENT. If someone is NOT an artist yet is consistently posting art work after art work, ask yourself where it’s coming from? Who is the artist? Is this ethical? Did they ask permission? Are they even naming the artist and linking back? If not, STOP FUCKING REBLOGGING IT. If there are no notes, the reposting will stop. Someone’s mental health, and not to be dramatic but you never know—someone’s life, is more important than you reblogging a fucking picture of a 2D fake character that looks hot.

Anyway, I’m done preaching. Love you all that read through the whole thing. And if you are someone who steals art for likes and will continue to do so, or if you thinks it’s okay to steal something someone worked hard on without their permission, then unfollow me and never talk to me until you find some maturity. xoxoxo

[chixkencxrry]

defender

Jaskier x Reader

anon wanted: “Hey! If you're still taking requests, I ADORE your Jaskier stuff. Do you think you could write Jaskier x (female) reader where the reader has finally had enough of people making fun of his singing, so she drunkenly defends Jaskier in the middle of a tavern, and also accidentally admits her long time feelings/desires for him? (Maybe he could even... find a way to thank her? 😉😉😉)”

Warnings: smut, unedited, unedited, short, dirty talking and smut.

DO NOT TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORK!

“Y-You don’t get to talk about him like that!” You shouted with a slight stammer, gripping the labels of the pink faced bastard that had thrown a meat pie at your – er, friend’s head. He was puny. You, a seasoned Witcher, could easily crush him.

The man nervously muttered. “C’mon, Witcher. The boy sounds terrible.”

“The boy sounds better than your half-baked fucking screeching.” You growled, amber eyes ablaze.

“I think the little Witcher is in love.” Another teased.

You instantly felt heat burn your cheeks. Dropping the drunkard before turning to the other mouthy patron. “And what of it?” You questioned in a low, dangerous tone. “You group of tasteless fucking bastards. You can’t see past this hill of fucking shit you call a village. You wouldn’t know art if it plopped down on your limp cocks and asked for a shake.”

Silence echoed in the bar and it took seconds for you to realize what you’d said.

Fuck.

Even drunk you realized you messed up. Willing your embarrassment down, you ran your hands over your tightly braided hair and made a swift exit to your room, upstairs of the noisy inn.

“Y/N!” You heard Jaskier call for you but you were swift. If you could outrun a werewolf you could outrun a bard whose only exercise was bed hopping.

You heaved a sigh of relief when you got to the room, locking the door with the wooden latch.

Willing down the embarrassment of what just happened, you resigned to sleep.

You stripped down and snuggled beneath the warm quilts. The buzz under your skin from the alcohol lingered as you attempted to sleep. And it worked for a bit. Slowly you lulled into a dreamless sleep.

Hours later, you picked up on the creak of the window. Staying very still, but allowing the breathing to be as regular as possible. You slip your hand beneath the pillow, grabbing the handle of your knife.

You listen.

There’s a thud and a cluster of rushed movements that lack grace and finesse.

Whoever it is, was very clumsy. You ease your grip but keep it still. Just because they were clumsy didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous.

Gripping your knife, you turned and slashed at the person.

“Hey!”

Opening you eyes, you realized you’d almost killed Jaskier. “Fuck!” You dropped your knife. “What the hell are you doing sneaking into my room like that?”

“Well,” he said dragging the word. “You locked your door. How else was I suppose to get in?”

Folding your arms you looked at him in pure confusion. “What are you looking for me for anyway? Geralt ready to go?”

It was so late at night but the older Witcher was an odd one. You wouldn’t put it pass him.

“What?” He asked irritated, the word slurring a bit. “No, I’m not here about Geralt. I’m here about what you said!”

“Oh god,” you were mortified. Your cheeks grew warm. “Jaskier, please. I didn’t mean anything by it.” You lied, lighting a few candles with the tired flame of the lone lamp.

Jaskier looked pale in the better lighting, in a disappointed tone he blurted out. “You didn’t mean it?”

Rubbing your face, you tried to hide it because you knew he could tell when you lied. You wished you hadn’t lit the candles. “I-I think you should go, Jaskier.”

“No.”

“What?”

He stepped closer, ale rippling off his skin but his breathe smelt of meat pies. “I’m not going.”

“Jaskier, please don’t make this difficult.” Your voice became low and weak, utterly vulnerable. Gods, you cursed, you were a Witcher! You shouldn’t sound so weak!

“Years.”

“What?”

Jaskier bowed his head and kissed your forehead and nose. “I waited years for you to admit that.”

You were dumbstruck until his lips planted themselves on yours. Soft and plush, pressing as his tongue slipped and dampened the line of your lips. He slipped his tongue him and you kissed him back. Kissing Jaskier was much better than any imagined feeling. Kissing Jaskier felt like coming home. And you hadn’t had a home for years, kissing Jaskier rendered you limp in his hold.

Your back hit the thin bedding, and Jaskier’s hands were under your undershirt. Hands on your hips, you groaned into his kiss. You fumbled with his clothing, undoing his jacket before fumbling with his undergarment. The ale was still soaking in your system, making your movements clumsy but you got the job done. Jaskier raised your shirt over your head and hummed at the sight before him. Your body was hardened from your craft and held the beauty of the woman; strong and alluring. What more could Jaskier ask for?

“You’re so beautiful,” he confessed before teasing. “My defender.”

“Jaskier,” you mumbled as he slipped a nipple into his mouth. The bard suckled, before letting it fall with a pop. He kissed down your stomach before going to your trembling center. Jaskier parted your thighs with the ease of a knife in pig fat. He planted an airy kiss before giving it a soft kiss. His tongue gave a long, slow lick along your pussy. Jaskier puckered his lips, peppering kisses along before sucking lightly on your lips, his fingers massaging your clit.

Removing his hand, he guided your legs open as he kissed your moist center slowly. When you grew considerably wet against his lips, he pulled back and circled your swollen nub. Sucking on it. You squirmed as he slipped an index finger in and then a middle.

Jaskier sucked and kissed your clit, slobbering on it as he applied pressure and fingered you slowly. Your insides fluttered as he stroked your insides, drenching his mouth and fingers. Lewd sounds echoed from him pleasuring you, Jaskier wasn’t shy and went all out. You felt yourself reduced to a weeping mess, crying and whimpering at his ministrations.

The lewd wet sounds increased as you reached closer to a high, until you collapsed into a squelching orgasm. Jaskier retracted only when your body went lax, giving your drenched pussy one last long lick.

In the candlelight, his face looked wet and chin glistened. You felt shy all of a sudden, scrambling to return the favor.

Jaskier shook his head, placing a hand on your stomach and forcing you to lay back down. “We don’t have time for that tonight. I think we waited long enough, haven’t we, dove?”

You nodded, watching as he gripped the base of his shaft and guided his thick cock inside your soaking pussy. You hummed as he filled up, groaning when he began to move.

“Fuck, Jaskier,” you moaned, kissing him. “You feel so good.”

Jaskier huffed above you, he leaned his body closer and held himself up by his elbows. Slowly he moved, hips to and fro. Jaskier relished the feel of your warm hole, how it drenched his cock and how it tightened now and then. He took his time, he wanted to brand your pussy.

Trembling, you placed your hands on his forearms, raising your hips to reach his slow tandem. Yes, he felt good. You had not had a man in years, much less one you cared about. Jaskier kisses your lips softly and you kissed back, slipping a tongue in as he moved in you.

You moved one of your hands down between your bodies, index and middle finger rubbing your clit. Slowly, your body crawled to a crescendo and you could feel yourself almost cum.

Jaskier pulled out quickly and you cried at the lost. You could see his cock bob as he moved, glistening with your love juice and his pre-cum. Jaskier turned you to your side and guided his cock inside you again, your dampness making it easy to slip in.

“Fuck, Jaskier!” You mewled into the pathetic inn pillow to hide your cries. Jaskier wrapped an arm around your chest, squeezing your left breast as he fucked you with an intensity that he hadn’t before.

He was learning your body before, but now he was just fucking it. Jaskier railed you’re pussy, causing the rickety bed to shake. You didn’t expect such passion from the bard but he was properly fucking you.

“You look so good taking my cock,” he groaned. “Are you going to let me come in you?”

You squirmed, whimpering when he smacked a butt cheek. You were nearing your second orgasm and you felt his thrusts grow faster. “Empty in me, Jaskier. I want your cum dripping out my pussy.”

It didn’t take much longer he held you close as you shook in your peak, screaming from sensitivity as he fucked his own orgasm into you. His member throbbed and filled you, you liked how he didn’t leave you yet. You both came down still connected, his cock warming inside your stuffed hole.

Slowly, he rubbed your sweat slicked nipple, giving a kiss to your neck. “So, do you really think I’ve got a good singing voice?”

You giggled, grinding against him. “Meh, you’re okay.”

“What do you mean I’m okay?!”

Masterlist

[rhsalembey]

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[disappointment-panda]

No I will not source things

Today I got into trouble (you know like a school child) and scolded because 'you didn't post art with a link and I was being unfair to an artist', like fuck right off. You say that as if I am not an artist to which I am. You say that as if I don't work hard, which I do. I spend 38 hours in a studio per week nearly, I work on 6 different sketchbooks all for different things, all at the same time. I have my own project. I feel passionate about my work, don't make it out as if I don't just because I don't post everything on social media.

No I will not post a link unless someone specifically ASKS for the artist's name, most of the time it is on the work. Sorry I'm on a mobile device and posting a link (especially with Tumblr's god awful formatting) is extremely difficult. Its a discord server, not a university dissertation. I shouldn't have to wait 5 minutes and watch my phone's CPU collectively shit the bed as it tries to load a share menu to share a link only for my phone to pop up with an error message and tell me that the app has stopped all because you want me to cite a source. Can I not just fucking download the picture, its so much easier, especially if it has been on my SD card for a while, it means I like to look at it from time to time. You will find 99.9% of the time the art I have saved to my phone I have liked and reblogged because I liked it. I might take inspiration from the linework and try and replicate what the artist has done, wow a sweet colour palette, oh shit damn son look at that lighting! Imma try and learn me some that! If I download your art to my phone its a compliment because it means I saw something worthwhile in it, something I might learn from, something I found inspiration in, maybe I liked the pose of character or how you drew a certain aspect of them, your method of painting or your style or maybe its just nice to look at and I will look at it every now and then when I scroll through my folders, sometimes I just like looking at pretty pictures! I like saving them to a hard drive. Its a little library, an archive which I find is a lot easier to organise. I am not reposting or plaigrising. I posted it to a server of around 30 people in it, none of which who work for a company or a group of friends, I didn't post it to a twitter account with thousands of followers, stop getting your panties in a bunch, it does no harm. Sometimes I even get abuse for not linking my OWN artwork. Like, yeah I'm being so unfair to MYSELF aren't I? 5 people will jump on me before I even get a word in. I don't like you people, you are ridiculous, and I have very little respect for you, just let people be chill especially if its somewhere like Skype or Discord, some friend you are when you're constantly whining at me for trivial bullshit like this.