i know you all want to steal the credit

Hey there I started Camp Camp a while ago and here. Have some art that isn’t quite finished yet.
ALSO can I say that I’m slowly growing to hate tumblr. I haven’t been on here all that long but honestly, some people are being quite… harsh as per-se. It’s really making me uncomfortable and I honestly want no more. I also got pissed on schnapps yesterday and I feel shit so I’m going to a trampoline park.
It makes sense. I know.
Anyway, hope you like the art.
And please, if you see someone stealing my art don’t go all out on them just kindly say. “This is (sexyscarredsanchez’s/Grass.tastes.bad.morty/Heléna’s/Hell’s) art, could you perhaps credit them? :)” And don’t go rampaging. Thanks.
Hell, out.

So, I appear to have lost a few followers in the wake of speaking out to support a friend. That’s fine by me. If you are the sort of person who thinks that stealing other people’s work & claiming credit for it is OK, then you are the sort of person I want nothing to do with.

Gif makers, edit makers, artists & writers all put a lot of time & effort into making things that contribute to the fandom in a positive way. Please respect that.

Long Live the Queen (M) Pt. 3

Pt 1  Pt 2  Pt 4 Pt 5  Pt 6 Pt 7


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Rated M for possibly mature themes in future updates, probably smut, swearing, murder, violence. I might get a little crazy with this

Summary: Jungkook’s name on the streets is the ‘Golden Prince’ for all the fanciful things he’s taken as his own. As a thief he can steal anything, even when he’s propositioned to steal the Queen herself. Stealing her heart however, will prove to be another matter completely.

A/N: here it is guys! Part three!! I hope you guys enjoy ^~^ 

Credit for this idea and the artwork goes to @baepsaeboyss

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Shopping - James van Riemsdyk

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Notes: I didn’t get a prompt for this one, and I don’t actually know if James dresses nice or if he dresses like Mitch Marner but for this occasion, he dresses horrible. I hope you enjoy!

Mentions: Tyler Bozak

Warnings: None!

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Ben Hutton

Teaser: “What do you mean I don’t dress nice? I bought half my suits with Marns!” “James, that’s why you don’t dress nice.”

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Stiles x Reader

Requested By @niawoods

Part Two

Stiles watched as a book tumbled out of your bag and you grabbed it before he could catch a glance. You groaned and shoved it back in the bag and turned back to the papers you were studying as if nothing happened.


“Was that the book you wanted from the store?” Stiles watched as your eyes widened and you froze. “The one I offered to pay for until you could pay me back?”


“No.” You said a little to quickly.


“Can I have a look at it?” He asked, eyes narrowed as he tried to pinpoint why you’d been acting weird for the last few weeks.


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sugar-and-bitter-blues  asked:

i've never read the Cursed Child, but i know the plot and i decided i'd only check it out if, by some miracle, i manage to scrounge up the money to see the play in person. but, i LOVE your AU!! i don't want to demand for more, but i'm craving it so much now. is it okay if we come up with our own headcanons and ideas, or even fics and one shots based on it? with credit, of course!

You can absolutely take and modify and do the thing with any or all fanfic related stuff I post.

The only times I ask people not to “steal” an idea, is when it pertains to my original work (coming out this year!) which is always labelled as original work and linked to my author page on patreon :)

So have at it!

Listen up

So yo. Ive just received a rather lengthy, angry message from someone and in basic summary, they’re offened and upset that I’ve post pictures of fanart that wasn’t my own without reblogging it. I have mentioned in the blog summary that NONE of this art is mine unless I say so. Also, if you want to know who the original artists are, then ask and I’ll do my best to tell you. But Im not “stealing” or “plagiarizing” or claiming any art to be my own. Full credit and mentions go to the artists. I’m sorry if ive pissed people off because of doing this? But I hope this helped to explain. Thanks

Originally posted by sefise


Jarrod: We’re men of action, Nico. It’s why you and I are so wealthy and successful. Some men aren’t able to grab power and use it. They’re too afraid, too weak. We stand apart from those men.

Nico: I suppose so. But a great philosopher once said, The measure of a man is what he does with power.  Anyway, I know you’re not here to talk in the abstract about power and action. What’s up.

Jarrod: I’ll get right to it then. I want to pay back the credit cards that were maxed out by your wife. I know you don’t need me too, but I want to do it.

Nico confused: Excuse me? How the hell do you know about that?

Jarrod: My woman maxed out those cards. She stole them from your wife and used them. I want to pay back every cent, so long as you never tell your wife the truth.

Nico shocked: Your woman? Who is your woman? How does my wife know her? Who the f*ck would dare steal from my wife?!

Jarrod: My woman…she was desperate. She lived with a man who could never afford her…never valued her. She was pushed to this extreme. He had her living foolish. I’m turning it all around for her and I’m going to start by paying off the credit card debt. 

Nico: Ok, hold on. It’s not debt, Jarrod. It’s theft. Whoever your woman is, she stole from my wife. Got it? And no one hurts my wife. Who is she?

Zeke knew he should walk out of the office. Jarrod was deliberately trying to provoke him, and neither he nor Niara were worth it. 

Jarrod: Niara is my woman, Nico. Allison’s best friend. I would do anything for her. Anything at all. Unlike her lame junkie ass husband.

brnt0fferings  asked:

Silly question but I'm asking anyways because I haven't seen anyone adress this yet '^.^ Is reposting the same thing as rebloging?

Nope! Reposting is the act of downloading an image and putting it up on your account. This separates it from the artist who did it and only shows it as something you’ve uploaded. Re-blogging a post is sharing the artists post and keeping their name and account attached to it while also showing it on your blog and to your followers. If you were to reblog one of my drawings it would still show that it was from me and that I was the one who drew it. If you downloaded it and reuploaded it on your account (reposting) i no longer get credit for the picture and it is now stealing. It allows people to make the connection that, well you uploaded it you must be the artist! And people getting credit for the work that other people do is damaging to them on a personal and professional level. Because who is going to commission me if no one knows that I’m the one who drew the picture they liked? 

Reblog away! Its the equivalent of going “Look at this rad thing this person did!” instead of stealing something and saying “look at this rad thing I did!” 

Even if you say who it was by or ‘credit to artist’ and dont pretend like you made it it still robs the artist of that interaction with the people consuming their art and also disrespects the person who made it. Most artists I know have rules for how people can use their art if at all. 

This also applies to different websites. If you see a picture you really like on tumblr, but want to share it on twitter, you might download the picture and reupload it, but unless the artist explicitly says that that is okay you can not do it. It is their decision what websites their art is on, and if they wanted it on twitter they would have put it there themselves. 

I thought for a long while that I was lucky enough not to get reposted, but then i took a gander at instagram and realized that was wildly naive. It feels six kinds of bad to have people take credit for my pictures that I worked so hard on, and i understand completely why people stop drawing fanart all together 

No fandom i have ever participated in has had as rampant a reposting issue as Miraculous Ladybug, so I applaud you for asking the question because people being aware of the problem is the first step to fixing it. 

Here is a link to a good visual example


Left Brain, Right Brain: Introduction.

The loud knock echoed throughout the ship as Imperial Topaz waited for the door to open. His heart was beating fast in his chest and his fingers sweat from his nervous behavior. He was worried about what she might say, he did disobey orders last time and that was a discharge in and of itself. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the door knob, waiting for any sign of movement. The bright pink colours in his vision made it hard to focus as he stumbled and took a step back. A long drawn out breathe escaped through his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to stay calm, war time was always the time when things were tense between them and he hated It, she hated it too but it had to be done or else nothing would get done.

“Roman,” he heard through the fog that he was in, “Roman,” he heard the voice again but the fog was so deep he could barely move, dark feelings began covering over him as his vision stayed in one spot. The voice seemed to get more worried and frantic, “Roman! Please?!”

His body shot up as he looked around, the cloudy pink vision he once saw was now fading away as reality set in. His jaw clenched as he blinked a few times and looked around, He felt the sweat pouring down his bare back and chest, the covers loosely hanging off the bed showing his bare legs and boxers. He held his hands out in front of him and studied them, taking deep breathes and counting backwards from one hundred. He noticed the dark colour of his hands, the way the nails were perfectly trimmed and polished, the way he had battle scars up and down his arms. He winced and saw a yellow hand come into view. He looked up and blinked a few times before the yellow fuzzy blob became a person, a person who was his friend and was apparently talking to him.

“What,” he asked dumbfounded as his eyes travelled over their lips as they talked trying to understand what they said, his hearing failing him. Amber, or Joan as they wanted to be called waved their hands in front of his face. He blinked and shook his head, he pointed to his ears. They nodded and paused, waiting for his hearing to return. His messy hair falling his eyes as he shook his head, he quickly ran his fingers through it and sighed, ‘So today was going to be one of those days,’ he thought to himself as he realized that his hearing was slowly coming back as he now heard the rhythmic inhaled and exhales of his friend. “I’m fine now, Joan,” He said in an emotionless voice as he looked up at them. They seemed relieved but also a bit annoyed.

“You woke up late again, Roman,” they said as they moved their hands across their chest, making the rust coloured cardagin they were wearing cover up the light orange t-shirt that laid underneath.

“I couldn’t hear the alarm,” he said with a shrug as he glanced at his bedside table at the clock that laid there.

“You really need to ask someone why your hearing does that,” Joan said in a worried and soft voice. “It really worries me.”

Roman let a sigh escape his lips as he nodded, “I know why it does It, or I think I do. I know it’s not supposed to do that though.”

“Which is why we need to ask someone.”

Roman shook his head, “We’re not asking anyone. I’ll be fine. I always am.”

He could practically feel the sarcastic glare Joan was giving him but he gave up and turned to look at them, a worried look stuck on Joan’s face. He sighed softly and frowned a bit.

Joan seemed to understand, “It’s today isn’t it?”

Roman nodded, “Yeah,” he said softly. He usually only used one word responses when he was in a hurry or didn’t feel good, and he definitely wasn’t in a hurry. “Somethings going to happen today.”

Joan looked at him confused, “Of course things are going to happen today.”

Roman shook his head, “No, I mean things that are going to truly affect us are going to happen, not just eating breakfast and making sure everything is okay. Someone is coming, I don’t know who yet but I know and it has to do with me.”

Joan only nodded along as he talked listening to what he had to say, “Is it from your dream, can you tell who?”

Roman only shook his head, “No, it’s not that simple. I just know something important is going to happen today, And I want to ask a favour of you.”

Joan raised their eyebrows in confusion but nodded, “Anything, buddy.”

Roman chewed on his lip, “If anything happens to me or comes for me…I need you to leave. With Talyn.”

Joan pursed their lips as they were trying to understand what he was saying, “Roman….?”

He looked up at them, “Please. Joan. I need you to say you’ll do it. I need you two to be okay. You’re all I have left and I’m not going to lose you both.”

Joan sighed and nodded, “Okay, I’ll leave and protect them if anything happens.”

Roman nodded, “Good,” he then paused, “Did they bring breakfast over?”

Joan only rolled their eyes.

~Sorry this Intro is kind of short, to all the people who actually decided to read it. This is based off of an idea I had about the Thomas and the Sides and friends being in a Steven Universe AU, so far each one is a gem. I’ll post pictures of the characters as they appear so you know what they look like. And thank you again for reading this if you actually did. I will be writing more of it because I’m in love with the idea. So thank you and have a wonderful day.~

○These below are the drawings I’ve done of the characters that are in this chapter and have spoken. Joan being the orange one sporting their signature beanie while Roman is the red one sporting his usually prince esque outfit. I drew the one on the right while I used an outline on the left so I could get the whole body without it looking like garbage. I think the credit for the outline goes to @Zufachi Or something like that, if you actually know who please tell me and I’ll fix it. It’s hard to read the name on the outline. Please don’t steal my drawings and claim them as your own, and please no hate. I made all of this for fun and don’t want any hate here. Thank you and have a wonderful day.○

@mewsicalmiss @voldemorts-extremely-large-nose @death-by-lsd @thatsthat24

Alright then...

Before I start ranting, I just want my followers to know that I love you all for your support, please, remember that.

‘’Don’t claim my creations as your own’’ / ‘’Don’t take credit for my work’’ is pretty much in every creators TOU.

So, what do creators do when their TOUs are broken?

I’ve tried contacting @hisimmer several times on YouTube and her mail to avoid doing this publically, but after her lying to me over and over, I’m kind of at the point where my ginger temper turns me into a real sarcastic bitch.

Here are some pictures, so you can compare (my sim first, hers second):

And with CC:

I like when people get inspired by my sims. I like when people download my sims and let me see them in-game, in lookbooks or in CC previews. I DON’T like it, when people steal my sims, claim that they created them and then take credit for them. You didn’t create her. I did. Now take the damn video down, so we can just leave this be.

In case anybody wants the link to the video, it’s here:

My sim can be found here:

And yes, I know this is a game and that I should be acting like a grown-up and all that, but this isn’t fair to me, when I spend a long time making Reyna.

End of rant.

seddm  asked:

Hi, sorry to bother with what I know is a sensitive matter: as far as you are concerned, would you be ok with the link to a folder of behind the scenes content, posted over the time by members of the crew (storyboards, concept arts...), being shared on Tumblr? You'd obviously be credited, just like all the other artists, but I don't want to look like I'm "stealing" your work, especially given the bad experiences you seem to be having with art reposting! Thank you, have a good day.

Hey there! If you’re just doing a roundup of crew art that’s cool with me. It’s my personal art and fanart getting reposted on instagram, etc. that’s got me down. But thanks for asking me first!  


YouTube user “Krista Green Ninja!” has been making comics videos of VLD fancomics. They don’t seem to credit any of the artists in the making of the comics, and I’m not real sure they’re asking before they do it, either. You might want to check and see if your stuff is in any of their videos. (They’re up to 18 videos and counting as I write this.)

I’ve been contacting artists I know whose stuff shows up in them, but I don’t know all the artists. KGN doesn’t seem to be removing any artist tags or anything, so maybe you’re okay with it, but I figured y’all should at least know.

Please don’t attack them, just ask them politely to credit you or drop comments in their videos with your Tumblr/DA/etc. (however you want to be credited).

This user is a little kid, guys, so go easy. They need to know this is NOT COOL, but don’t jump down their throats.


This post is for the always lovely Amanda @alarrylarrie who needs a post full of Harry wearing long coats.  I’m no master post expert, and there will be plenty of pictures I’ve forgotten, I’m sure, and I’m likely to screw up if I try to put these in any order at all.  Please forgive me.  Also, I apologize for the quality of some of these.

How about we kick this off with Harry in that black striped coat?

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anonymous asked:

Hi I really like to draw and ya know art but I don't want to post my stuff and Im in awe that you can. Aren't you scared you will get hate or that someone will steal your art and not credit you?

Hi there!

This is all part about being an artist on the internet, you can never escape the many hate and people who steal your art and not credit you! You just need to fight them back!! 

I have had many people steal my AU ideas/art and never credit me as the original creator.

Even one of my favourite artists, who made fanart for one of my AUs did not credit me at all and just mentioned “bc that AU is just too precious”. We used to talk and they would always reply to my tweets but after I let them know it was me who made that AU. They stopped replying to me ever since. We have many mutuals who told me they drew that fanart. Other say, “oh just be happy someone famous recognized you and drew your AU”…. well no! They are ignorant for not helping me as a fellow artist with the simple credit of my idea. Just because they drew fanart for my AU without acknowledging my existence dose not make me happy one bit!

Sure you can draw fanart for my AU by all means but not crediting the person who made that AU and helping me out alot by getting my name out there, is just plain selfish of them. It disappoints me to this day that they choose to not reply to me for a simple credit of THAT ARTIST who drew THAT AU.

It broke my willpower to continue drawing that AU for awhile but it actually also made me stronger. It is still hard to talk about but I do want to make a post about this unfair issue that I face last year. I do not care for the backlash I get, I just want my voice to be heard and for people like you to know you can fight your insecurities and post what you love without the fear! 

What I want to say is FIGHT THE HATERS, STEALERS AND REPOSTERS cuz you have the right to defend what is yours! GO GET EM <33 Enjoy posting your art~

Originally posted by asparagusoup

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I just read a post from @sharaxofficial and I’m very disappointed in those people who accused her of copyrighting Tokyovania. Honestly, I know she said that she didn’t mind her being mentioned in the description if someone posted her Tokyovania as Ink’s theme, or something like that, sorry, but still. She deserves the credit. This goes for everything else, not just music. Like my art and millions out there. You wouldn’t want your hard work out there then people accusing you of stealing it, would you? I can understand if they were misunderstood and all that, but please, you need to check your sources before you accuse. Like SharaX said herself in her post, she posted the Tokyovania video before the videos of Ink’s theme of that music came out. Now I don’t wanna get mad or personal or anything, but people out there who did accuse her and many others out there, maybe you should consider thinking and looking before you accuse. After reading the lyrics and their meanings for Tokyovania Control in SharaX’ post, I cried just reading them. I could sorta understand SharaX’ sadness of having to face Tokyovania when people think that it belongs to Ink and only Ink. I listened to Tokyovania Control when it first came out and I didn’t understand what the lyrics meant, and now seeing why she chose those, I feel guilty for not noticing something. She suffered and when she looked to us for help, all we did was crush her down more, and I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there to at least help even though I know I wouldn’t be anything compared to the hate, I wish I could’ve helped her and defended her. That is no way to talk to anyone, especially the composer of the original song. Like, right now, I’m crying just typing this with tears all over my face and screen thinking of how SharaX must’ve felt being stabbed like that. I know she isn’t the only one out there, this goes out to those who suffered too, and not just music, but in art, writing, everything else because when you put your heart and soul into something and later realize that you’re being accused of stealing it makes you feel so bitter. Although I’m not that popular, I’ve already had some of my artworks stolen and when I went to confront them, the people who followed that person accused me of stealing my own artwork. It’s dark, so dark when you get that one comment that accuses you of stealing something you yourself worked on. I just hope that this can go out to others, so please, I’d really appreciate it if this was reblogged or something so it’s able to spread. And if SharaX doesn’t want me to spread this, then I won’t. Just, I love her music so much, it’s what keeps me going, her awesome as hell music, that helps me keep going towards my dream of an artist, and I think that she needs more love than she’s ever had. She’s suffered and we all know that everyone’s suffered at least once, and we all need to be there for those people, whether or not we like it. I hope this doesn’t offend some people, it’s just, it’s sad to know that someone has suffered who you appreciate and look up to and you can’t do anything to help….


Stolen Mind

Request: Hello! Just to say that I just loooooved your last work! Wow! Can’t wait for part 2 I guess ! Just thought about a possible request if you want and have time :) you’re free to do tragic stuff or not but here is the thing : the reader has a power that she doesn’t quite control yet or even fully know. She can control thoughts and especially dreams. That what she thought like everyone else. Actually she steals dreams from people’s mind (in this case Bucky’s because she wants to help him) but with time and sessions after session he founds peace be she kind of becomes stranger like angrier and stuff and kind of uncontrollable and all the team especially Bucky realize that she actually steals people’s personality… I know it’s rubbish but I dreamed about that so I thought that maybe you could write something about it :) take care!! You’re are so talented and amazing ! @italwaysendsinafightcap

 Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing

Words: 3k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

The team almost didn’t notice the shift in Y/N’s behavior. Almost.

When Bucky had arrived at the tower as a permanent member of the Avengers, he was understandably still weary of his surroundings. Every night, he’d grab a plate of whatever was for dinner and retreat back into his room. He only ever trained in the dead of the night after a horrific nightmare that would jolt the rest of the teams out of their slumber. But they knew that Bucky didn’t want company at those moments, so they tried their best to close their eyes and forget his pained cries.

Then Fury brought in a new girl. She had unfortunately endured the same torture that HYDRA had put the Maximoff twins through, but when they couldn’t pinpoint her power, they beat her senseless and left her abandoned and bloody on the side of the road where she was later picked up by Phil Coulson and Melinda May. When she was handed over to Dr. Cho to be stitched up, Nick Fury took it upon himself to see what the fuss of her was about. Helen had explained that there was some shift in her genetic material, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it did to the girl. “Can you fight?” He asked Y/N. The girl weakly nodded at the man before her and once she was healed, she was recruited into the Avengers Initiative.

The Avengers had come to know Y/N as a fun, bubbly girl with a constant pep in her step no matter the situation and one who never backed down from a challenge. She was almost more of a leader than Steve, which often resulted in them bickering. Steve would give orders, and Y/N would mimic them in his captain voice with the same exact facial expression. Her impressions of her teammates were nearly uncanny.

That being said, Y/N was the polar opposite of Bucky, yet he fed off her happiness until the two of them were the best of friends, pulling pranks on the others and being inseparable on missions.

The team, especially Steve, had never seen Bucky so happy, which was why it was no surprise when he confided in his friends that he was falling hard for the girl.

It was no surprise when Y/N confided in those same friends that she was falling hard for the soldier.

It was also no surprise when the team set each of them on a blind date, the date being each other.

Y/N sat at the candle-lit table of the far too fancy restaurant that Tony had insisted on making reservations for. She anxiously straightened out her red dress and prayed that her deodorant was doing its job because oh man, was she sweating. She glanced down at her phone. 7:00. She blew a stream of air from her lips as she stared at the ceiling, willing her nerves to calm. It’s just a date, she thought. She sat in silence for a little bit longer, biting her lip. I can’t do this, she concluded. She picked up her phone, dialing Bucky’s number as quickly as she could. He would come get her and she could sneak out before her date even saw her.

She was two rings in when she heard someone’s phone going off nearby. She smiled when she realized it was the same ringtone Bucky had for her.

That’s when an audible gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes shot up to the man who now stood in front of her, showing her his still-ringing phone. Y/N’s face was on the screen, along with Bucky’s nickname for her. “Don’t look now, but the punk who set this whole thing up is giggling in the corner like a damn school girl.” Bucky said, smirking and tilting his head to the direction of the culprit.

Steve and Natasha were seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant. Steve was, in fact, giggling like a school girl, and Natasha raised her wine glass at her and winked. She turned back to Bucky and laughed. “Well, Tony’s paying for this dinner so we might as well make the most of it, now sit.” He did as told and ordered a beer when the waiter passed by.

Bucky and Y/N had become so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t even notice Steve and Natasha pass by them to leave.

“You have to be more careful!”

“Me? I have to be more careful? I can handle myself, Buck! You’re the one that nearly got Steve killed when you abandoned him in fighting off agents because one of my guns ran out of ammo!” Y/N shrieked. They had been fighting since they first got back into the quinjet and now two hours later as they walk back into the tower.

“Because Steve can handle himself!” Their arguing was deafening, and Natasha and Tony even lightly covered their ears in an attempt to block them out until they could get to their rooms.

“And I can’t?” Bucky was silent and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Bucky.” She stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her, signaling the end of the conversation and a warning for him not to follow. Bucky looked at Steve, searching for help but all Steve could do was sympathetically shrug.

“You’re over-protective of her,” Thor began, sitting down on the couch and placing his hammer on the table. “She’s stronger than you realize, stronger than any of us realize,” he looked around at his teammates, then focused his eyes on Bucky, who had his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw clenched. “You must have faith in her, or you will never see what she is truly capable of.”

Y/N shot out of her bed into a sitting position. Her eyes were wide open, she was gasping for air, and she was coated in sweat and she couldn’t tell if her cheeks were wet because of that or because of tears.

She had never had a nightmare like that. Her mind was racing, despite her being wide awake, she was still seeing pieces of the dream. She saw herself being restrained to a chair with a mouth guard as she screamed in agony. Somebody was speaking, but the pain radiating through her head was too much to even hear what he was saying. She didn’t even know if it was English.

Her head was practically pulsing in pain and she winced at the ache. Y/N pulled herself out of bed and grabbed two aspirins and some water, taking care to not turn on the light, fearing it would make her headache worse.

Her feet softly padded down the hall, there was no way she was going to sleep now. Her body ached and was screaming in protest, but she walked on, knowing that her mind was begging her for some relief from the nightmare. She had hoped that Bucky would be in the training room too, where he spent most of his nights, but he wasn’t. Confused, she walked a little more past the room until she got to Bucky’s door. Slowly pushing it open, she was greeted with him sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Y/N quietly shut the door and made her way back to the training room where she stripped of her pajamas and changed into the spare sweats she had left there. After hanging the first punching bag of the night, she wrapped her fists and began throwing punches.

Every punch got harder. Every swing got faster. Her knuckles burned from the friction of the wrap but she pushed on. The bag had finally gave way and flew to the side of the room at the same time that Steve walked in. He grabbed another bag from the corner of the room and put it on the hook. “Thanks.” She said. Steve nodded in response.

“Looks like you needed it. Bad night?” He asked. He sat down on the bench and watched as she resumed her blows to the bag.

“You have no idea.” She mumbled, almost to herself, but Steve heard her anyways. He got up from the bench and grabbed the bag, holding it still despite her still throwing punches.

“Try me.” One look into his eyes, and she gave up. She slumped her shoulders and rolled her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension.

“Nightmare woke me up. I was practically chained to a chair with a mouth guard of sorts being shoved into my mouth. I was screaming in pain and someone kept saying things but I couldn’t make out what they were, it didn’t even sound English. Woke up with a headache, didn’t feel like going back to sleep after that.”

“Sounds like one of Buck’s.”

“What are you implying, Rogers?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Just a thought. You guys have a thing for feeding off each other- energy, moods, sushi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys started sharing dreams.” She gave Steve a look, but didn’t say anything.

Because she wouldn’t be surprised if he was right.

The next day, when Y/N woke up, she was still in a sour mood. She kicked her slippers on and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Steve had sent her back to bed at 2 in the morning and she had to admit that the extra sleep eased her headache. She just wished it eased her mood.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sam chirped. “Made your favorite, blueberry waffles with orange smiley faces and whipped cream, 2 eggs, sunny-side up, and turkey bacon.” Y/N forced a smile. Normally, the scent alone would be enough to put a smile on her face, but today, it felt so overwhelming that it brought the headache back. She tried not to let it show, but Sam noticed.

“I’m sorry, Sammy.” She smiled apologetically. Sam grabbed a piece of turkey bacon and tapped her nose with it before taking a bite.

“No worries, more for me, but at least drink your orange juice,” he slid her a glass and she sipped at it. “Steve told me about your nightmare, wanna talk about it?” Y/N propped her cheek on her palm and groaned after downing the rest of her juice.

“No, I just want to mope around and be alone all day.” She took a piece of turkey bacon and bit a piece off of it.

“Now you really sound like your man.” He laughed.

“What about her man?” Bucky said, bouncing down the stairs. Y/N spun around in her chair to look at him. He had a bright smile on his face and she turned back around to Sam, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. Sam briefly made eye contact with her, mimicking the girl’s expression before clearing his throat.

“We were just saying that Y/N sounds like you when you first joined the Avengers.”

“And why’s that, doll?” He turned to his girlfriend, pinching her cheek. Y/N tried her hardest not to snap at him. She wasn’t in the mood to be touched. She pulled herself from Bucky’s grasp.

“Had a bad night’s sleep.” She mumbled, sliding off the bar stool. She put her glass in the sink and made her way back up the stairs, in desperate need for a hot shower.

“Steve and I need you to come grocery store with us later so we don’t buy only junk. Be ready in like 30.” Sam called after her. Y/N nodded, not really knowing or even caring if he saw it or not.

Y/N was becoming increasingly agitated, even more so during grocery shopping. The boys blamed that on themselves, because they kept putting ridiculous snacks in the carriage when she wasn’t looking.

Then they got back into the car.

Y/N was sitting behind Sam and was desperately trying to get comfortable in the small amount of leg room had left her.

Right before Steve was about to buckle, Y/N gave up. “Can you move your seat up?”

Normally, this question would have been asked and answered simply, but the way she asked, voice deep and broody, Sam and Steve froze. “Sam, call Bruce. Tell him we found out what her powers are.”

“I should be able to reverse it, but we don’t have enough time. Fury’s sending us on an emergency HYDRA base clean-out in 30 minutes, Y/N, can you fight?” The girl slowly nodded, the scowl from earlier still present on her features. “Where’s Barnes? I would want to look at him too, to see just how far this is going.” Sam shook his head.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. His happy mood worsened her mood.” Bruce nodded thoughtfully while still observing the girl who was sitting on the counter. Her mood now was a complete 180 from her normal behavior. This wasn’t a power. This was a curse.

The mission was a trap; a trap to get the Winter Soldier back. While almost one hundred agents surrounded his teammates, Bucky had been whacked over the head with a gun, knocking him unconscious momentarily.

When he came to, he was strapped to a chair and he cursed loudly. He knew how this was going, especially when he saw the “doctor”. Bucky pulled at his restraints, but they must have been made of steel, he couldn’t break through. The doctor stood in front of him, looking him in the eye, smiling wickedly. “Looks like we have got out most prized possession back,” He said, in a German accent. If looks could kill, this guy would be in a heap on the floor. Bucky spat at him, earning him a swift slap across the face. “Тоска,” Bucky braced himself.

“Ржавый,” His fists clenched.

“Семнадцать,” He grit his teeth together.

“рассвет,” He wondered where Y/N was.

“Печь,” He hoped she was safe.

“Девять,” He heard her screaming.

“Доброкачественные,” He realized he wasn’t in pain.

“Возвращение домой,” He realized she was.

“Один,” Bucky began yelling, trying his best to break out of his confines as Y/N’s screaming got louder, more pained.

“Грузовой автомобиль.” The screaming stopped.

“Good morning, soldier.” The doctor said. Bucky remained motionless, the only way he was getting out of this was by playing along.

“Ready to comply.”

“Eliminate our enemies.” The restraints on Bucky’s arms and legs were lifted and he stood out of his seat, making to walk away. However, at the last second, he turned back around, grabbing the doctor by the back of the throat and bashing his head into the wall. He took off running for Y/N. She could be anywhere.

Bucky picked up his comm from his pocket and placed it in his ear, immediately asking where his girlfriend was and what happened.

“Whatever happened between you two, the words must have affected her and not you. She’s the Winter Soldier now.” Sam panted out. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath.

“Where is she?”

“South wing. Steve has her cornered, but she’s quick. We can’t get him back-up.” Nat responded. Bucky took off in a sprint.

He wasted no time in getting to the south wing, throwing agents at the wall or shooting them down as he ran faster than he had ever before.

His eyes immediately landed on Y/N. She had Steve backed into a wall. He was bruised and bloody, and his eyes locked on Buck’s before flicking back to Y/N who was inching closer and closer to him. She slipped her knife out from her waist holster and Bucky made a break for it. She’s going to be so pissed at me, he thought. He ran up behind her and wrapped one arm around her neck to restrain her from moving and his metal hand wrapped around her wrist, preventing her from cutting anyone. “C’mon doll, I got you.” He reluctantly tightened his grip on her throat. He fell onto the concrete floor underneath him, pulling her into his lap. Her limbs flailed in his grip, but Bucky knew what he had to do. His grip got tighter and tighter until she let out a squeak and her body collapsed into his chest.

Buck looked up at Steve, the both of them panting with relief.

“Fortunately, you didn’t do any damage to her windpipe so you don’t have to tell her that you choked her to the point of unconsciousness,” Bruce suggested. Y/N’s still unconscious body laid on the makeshift hospital bed. Wires were hooked up to both her and her boyfriend as Bruce studied their vital signs, looking for what had caused today’s events.

“Everything looks the same as it usually does. You mentioned she had a nightmare last night?” Sam nodded, explaining the dream to Bruce as Bucky’s eyes focused on Y/N. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. Her face was void of any scowl or pout from earlier. She looked peaceful once more. Bruce spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Call me crazy, but I think she stole your mind, Barnes.”

anonymous asked:

hello! i was wondering if you allow re posts to instagram with credit? if not i understand

Look, you are asking me on anon if you can repost stuff on instagram … what do you expect from my answer?? 
so you know: instagram doesn’t have a way to help artists with reposts and anyone can steal stuff and put it there without consequences.

I dont have a way to stop it, and i absolutely NOT want all my stuff on instagram… my own instagram account is not full of my art for reasons.
But I cant do anything in this case so if you are going to anonymously repost my stuff, yeah, put credit on it at least. if you are kind enough to avoid that thing where they just mix random text posts with the art, that would be nice
 is not like i have a way to control it anyway

Please don’t steal. Always give credit!

I’m not going to say who or where, because I want to think that these people are doing this without fully knowing what they are doing. If you see a picture here and re-post it somewhere, please give credit. I do edit all of my posts (except obviously the posts I re-blog, and you should credit the original poster for that as well) and it takes time out of my day. I’m proud of my blog and what I post and I really don’t like seeing other people/social media sites/blogs taking credit for it. But I’m hoping that these people don’t fully realize what they are doing and that this little blurb sparks something in them to always give credit to the original poster (not just my posts, but anyone’s). I do my best to do this, and if I have ever posted someone else’s edit without giving credit, I would want to know ASAP because I would not feel good about it. That doesn’t just include Tumblr for me, but Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram, etc. as well.

I love that people love my posts, but giving credit is simply the right thing to do whether you find an image from my blog or from any other blog. I’m not in any way trying to make anyone feel bad because I have unknowingly done this years ago myself and received a message about it and ever since I’ve always done my best to give credit. So they may be doing it without knowing they are, and then finding out they are in fact doing it is not a good feeling (I say this because I know the feeling). 

Please give credit when you find an image you want to use elsewhere :)