#nataline

[huecycles]

the Candleholder trailer that was featured in UNDEREVENT is out now on my channel! please watch!

[bloomingkyras]

Choice Sims Challenge by @aliengirl

This is what I choose:

🌼 Body Feature : Medium Warm /Birthmark & Vitiligo

🌼 Face Feature: Small eyes / Hazel eyes

🌼 Hair: Long & Curly / Dark Brown

🌼 Style: Academia / Hat ,Necklace & Rings

thanks to Dudy for making this fun challenge and to all cc creator ❤

[lakelake-art]

Daily Drawing Day 100

Natalin (and Savri) sketch page

[mercysought]

@seafo4ms & maxima... 「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh + 「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver (inner thigh) + 「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

KISSES + SUBTLE NSFW// accepting . @st4ysoft @seafo4ms + 「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh + 「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver (inner thigh) + 「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs. + caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them

   "For one with such careful and knowledgeable hands," Maxima hums, facing the other completely, centre stage between the two arms that keep her in place. The woman was a diver, even beneath the loose shirt she'd be able to tell even while not knowing much about the trade. She had, of course, watched Natalin work by the shore and on the ship - how she felt comfortable, content doing that sort of job would never be something that Maxima could understand.

But again, Maxima's own job was not one that many wanted. Coveted? Yes, but the work? The work attached to it was a beast of a different caliber entirely. Plucking at the button on her left sleeve, then up the loose fabric of her sleeve - finally at the collar that was always so easily open. A woman that never had a single time of worry about rain.

Or being stabbed, not if she could stab right back. Sighing heavily, Maxima rests her head against the wall "I must admit that trapping wouldn't have been the approach I expected out of a pearl diver." her tongue clicks as her dark eyes move to Natalin's. A dangerous and sharp thing "But from a master assassin, hm?"

She hums, leaning forward as to allow her lips to barely graze Natalin's. A barely there brush of her tongue as the Magister pushes herself off the wall, leaning down from the other's arm - confident she'd be allowed to move.

   "Now that is a different story entirely..."

She hums to herself, looking around the room and pushing the large waves of beautifully brushed hair over her shoulder quite carelessly. Her robes are removed from her shoulders and arms like the swiftness that knew the intricacies of how the garment had been crafted - if had, after all, had been done with Maxima and only Maxima in mind.

The robes are left over one of the many beautiful couches, but Maxima does not stop to look, instead she works on the sides of the dress, untying the trappings she knew by heart that kept the beautiful fabrics against her body, removing it softly as she walked towards the larger chaise long, closer to the larger windows that overlooked the sea. She could understand, how one could fall in love with a view and choose to never leave. It was still not better than that of her gardens, but then, it wasn't Maxima who had to live with it.

What is left by the time where Maxima comes to sit down is an almost transparent layer of a chemise - it has a shift not to unlike that of a beautifully polished shell in the sunlight. Around her neck were a few of Natalin's own pearls. Red lipstick, shift and pearls.

Maxima crosses her legs, resting her back on the comfortable seating. Perhaps, indeed, the woman would stab her - she would not be the first. But there were some dangers that were worth the risk - and Maxima was nothing if not a gambler.

   "I've seen you work." Natalin now stalks closer, her eyes on her body and Maxima's on her reaction. She approaches and bows, first, then lowering herself to her knees before her - with a hand against her knees in the form of a request. A request that Maxima allows as she relaxes "I have great expectations."

Knowledgeable hands, indeed. Her warm breath and careful hands move as if her own body is the water she so often finds herself in. And in that moment, despite all the facts she knows about the other and her own distaste for the sea and its depths, Maxima allows herself to close her eyes and sink. A single gasp for air coming with a sneer when teeth are felt over her skin.

[moochilatv]

Jorge Natalin presenta: Originator

We need more acoustic songs

The artist said:

Jorge Natalin is the alter ego for Arno Tijnagel.

"I am a musician from Amsterdam, My primary instrument is the guitar. I have recorded and performed with various artists. Currently I mostly operate solo".

COMING DOWN FROM HEAVEN:

Album no. 12 consists of fourteen recordings from 2011, plus four new songs, one of which has vocals. In these new compositions I reflect on these recordings from 2011 and on this period in my life. I made these new recordings with the same equipment and techniques and in the same style as the songs from 2011.

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"My music spans various genres, from intimate singer/ songwriter, to elaborate instrumental post- rock, and electronic as well. I have also created the original motion picture soundtracks for both Sunset from a Rooftop and Finnemans".

Stream Originator:

[indietapes]

Jorge Natalin - Coming Down From Heaven (Indie Rock)

🕑 2 min / Text: Adrian Release Date: 13.12.24 As you may know, I'm very selective when it comes to new folk and rock music. However, this amazing album is far more than just another rock piece; it's a musical journey and a truly impressive psychedelic experience: 'Coming Down From Heaven' is the latest release by the gifted Amsterdam-based artist Jorge Natalin. His music fascinates with its fusion of atmospheric and experimental textures, all while simultaneously returning to the roots of the acoustic and electric guitar. The new album features 18 tracks, showcasing a mix of instrumental arrangements and vocal-driven songs. What I love most about Jorge Natalin's music is how it balances minimalism with dreamlike and surreal elements. Give it a listen! You can find out more about Jorge Natalin on Spotify and Instagram: Stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/18cFYdfj1Nu1MyJOy8LjDy Follow: https://www.instagram.com/usingthegrid ✔️ Available on our Indie Playlist on Spotify.

[solarlyls]

𝓐͟𝔯͟𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 Dr 𝓘𝔫͟𝔱𝔯͟𝔬

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♱ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 空 ✶ — 𝔑ataline ℭle𝔪͟𝔬͟𝔫͟𝔱͟è͟

⟡�� Nataline Clemontè was born on December 4th, in the golden heart of Piltover. A city of brilliance, where men in tailored suits sipped on aged champagne, murmuring of their fortunes and innovations beneath the glow of streetlights. It was a world of prestige, polished brass, and gleaming marble. And in the midst of it all stood the Clemontè family, her younger sister, Eugenia Clemontè, her father, Francis Clemontè, the esteemed Dean of Piltovers Academy, and her mother, Calypso, a councilor who carried the weight of a past she could never speak of.

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Even though she walked among the privileged, Nataline was never truly from Piltover. Her father bore the blood of Albæen, a distant land (a made up continent),and her mother, despite her high status, was not from topside at all. A Zaunite by birth, she carried her origins like a shadow. And so, from the moment she could walk, Nataline moved between two worlds, the gleaming Piltover and the raw, harsh Undercity.

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Down in the depths of Zaun, she found the pieces of herself that Piltover could never offer. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko, each one of them were a piece of her past. And Vi. The girl who felt less like a friend and more like something Nataline couldn’t quite define, yet she found herself drawn to her, captivated by a bond that went beyond mere friendship.

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That was the other life she lived, the other name she answered to. Carmilla. A sort of shield to protect their family secret in the Lanes. She was not the daughter of a councilor or the heir to the family name, she was simply Carmilla, a girl who belonged to the dim-lit alleys of Zaun just as much as she did in Piltovers grand halls. Vander knew. Silco knew. Felicia knew.

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⟡— By day, Nataline Clemontè lived a quiet and structured life, books in the grand library, paintings in the garden, and afternoons spent at the Kiramman estate. She and Caitlyn had been inseparable since birth, their mothers both councilors, their daughters both restless rebels in a world of rules and expectations.

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But there was another side to her, “Carmilla” the name she carried in the Lanes, the life hidden beneath her polished manners. But also, something even greater, a power she never asked for. The ability to bend minds and bodies to her will, a discovery made in the middle of a street fight with drunken thugs. A secret she should have kept except when it came to Violet and Caitlyn.

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Her double life was balanced on a fragile and thin thread, but it worked. Until everything fell apart. The explosion. The loss. Violet, her friends, her parents, her control. Enforcers found her in the ruins and dragged her home, but she wasn’t the same. At sixteen, she became the head of House Clemontè, forced to carry a legacy she never wanted. With no one left but Caitlyn, she made the only choice she could, and told her the whole truth.

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Now, at twenty one, she still plays both sides. Nataline, co-councilor to her younger sister Eugenia, a name that carries weight in Piltover. And Carmilla, a ghost in Zaun, helping where she can. Two lives, each demanding a part of her, leaving her caught in a space between.

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special thanks to @zaddizu for telling me how to make gradient texts in tumblr!

dividers by @fairytopea

[ms-wm1]

Night In (Amy-Cule)(Fixed)

Same storyline of previous post, just went through and rewrote some parts, fixed grammar. Note to self, write fanfic at reasonable hours next time. Okay, done yapping. Hope you enjoy, Blazamy fans!

Calm. So very calm. The house was silent, and still. Calm. Not as though recent days had been hectic. More, lively. But with Surge off helping her friend Kit pack his things to prepare to move, Shadow off on some mission with the rest of Team Dark, and Katami(Trans Metal Sonic(read separate fic I wrote)) was over at Tails’ workshop to get fixed after an incident with the oven, which also needed to be fixed. The house has never been quite this devoid of activity. Currently, there is only two people in the house, Amy Rose, and her first love, Blaze the Cat.

Amy had come to such a realization rather late in the day, while she was lying in bed, getting ready for the night. She saw how empty the bed was when she noticed how much free space there was on it. It felt weird to her, having grown to appreciate how close they would all be come bedtime. Perfect for cuddles, and they would never get cold at night. She felt a tad lonely, that was until…

Blaze: “Hello Amy.”

Blaze entered the room, fresh from a shower. She was draped in her favorite bathrobe. Her hair hadn’t been tied up, and fell across her head in such a way, Amy needed to restrain herself from getting lost in the sight. 

Amy: “Hi Blazie!”

Blaze joined Amy on the bed, looking content.

B: “You look comfortable.”

Amy snuggled closer to Blaze.

A: “Yeah… gosh, it’s been a while since it’s been just the two of us here, huh?

B: “Mhm, … and I think I want to take full advantage of that.”

Amy felt her face flush, and before she could say a peep, Blaze pulled her into a cuddle. 

A: “Oh.”

B: “Is something wrong? I thought you enjoyed hugging.”

A: “I-I do, it’s just… forget it…”

B: “What? Is this not what you expected?”

A: “No… actually, it’s perfect…”

Amy nuzzled into Blaze’s embrace, exhaling deeply as she felt herself be engulfed in her love’s warmth.

A: “Are you gonna read tonight…?”

B: “… Oh, of course. Goodness, how could i forget?”

Blaze released Amy, the latter would move to cling to the former’s waist, taking in her piney-clean scent. Blaze reached onto the nightstand, and took a large book off it. 

This tradition started sometime before the polycule. It began when Amy had noticed how Blaze would always read a book before bed. It started with simple questions, then evolved into being cradled to slumber every night by her love’s soothing voice as she would regale them with fantasy tales of knights and kingdoms, dragons and great castles, and lively taverns where adventurers would gather and rejoice over a successful journey. The current story book she was reading was one of a love not meant to be, a lowly knight and the princess of a mighty kingdom had fallen madly in love with one another, and can only show their true affection in shadows.

B: “Now then… ahem,”Your majesty…”, the knight kneeled, the princess stood before her, and gently relinquished them of their helmet. “Please… none are here… I made sure of it.” The knight climbed to her feet, and took the princess’s dainty soft hands into her steel plates mitts. “Abigail… I have missed your gentle voice. Its beauty brings songbirds shame, as they know their cries and squawks could never match your simple melody…”, “Nataline…”. The princess helped her lover out of her chainmail, the heavy metal fell to the ground with a clang, the two having not a care for it. They spared the moment to embrace one another with their eyes, soaking in the beauty of their lover. The knight and her toned, broad, yet lanky figure. The princess and her thinner, fragile self. Before long, the two took to the princess’s quarters, scampering in the night, hidden under moonlight. “Abigail…”, “Nataline…”. The two would collapse upon the silken sheets and wool mattress, their hands roamed slowly, taking in every moment, every beautiful nook, cranny, and curve. They held tightly to one another till sunrise and after, their love for each other finally allowed to be shared, they found a greater solace in each other’s arms, silently praying the night would never end, that they could remain like this for all eternity and then some. But-…”

Blaze paused, when she heard Amy’s soft snoring, feeling her breath exhale onto her stomach. She smiled softly, her heart warming at the very sight. She made sure to fix her bookmark onto the appropriate page, and placed the novel back onto the nightstand. Blaze scooted onto her back, pulling her sleeping partner’s head onto her chest. With her love secured safely in her grasp, she allowed herself to drift off along with her. The room fell quiet, the only sound to be heard was crickets, and the shared gentle snores of embracing lovers.

The sun had returned in the sky as if it never left, a yellow glow filled the sky. Entangled under their blanket, the two  were awakening as the sun shone persistently through the window. 

B: “Good Morning…”

A: “mmmmmmmorning…”

Blaze chuckled softly at Amy’s drowsiness, giving her a soft peck on the forehead before beginning to get up.

A: “nnooooo… stay.”

The pink hedgehog clung tightly to her love’s waist.

B: “Amy…”

A: “five more minutes…?”

As much as she preferred getting up at a reasonable hour, Blaze couldn’t justify saying no to that face. She would lay back down and give Amy her five minutes, then another, then another.

[fruitidyke]

ABOUT MY PAGE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

My Masterlist!

About Me:

My birthday is the 10th of June; I am a Gemini (chat were not all bad pls). I am Hispanic/Latina. My pronouns are she/her and i am a lesbian I truly love women's basketball, especially UConn and WNBA. I love reading and writing, even if I’m not the best at writing I find it fun and I love it.  I love the last of us, music, Golden Girls (I can't be stopped.), Marvel and I am a stereotypical lesbian that is obsessed with Spiderman, mainly Miles Morales ᵕ̈

(I had to mb)

Things I Like:

My favorite players: definitely Nika Muhl, Emily Engstler, Napheesa Collier, Paige Bueckers, Cheyenne Parker and Breanna Stewart Music: Taylor Swift, Gigi Perez, Montell Fish, Hozier, Lana Del Rey, Aaliyah, Arctic Monkeys, Fontaines D.C., Tupac, Tyler the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, Sza...I have a lot. Movies/Shows: I rewatch the same things...Especially Spiderman: Into and across the spiderverse, The Last of Us, BoJack Horseman, and Yellowjackets

RULES:

pretty pls send your ideas to the little envelope in my bio <3  1. Please genuinely be as descriptive as you want. I don't care if you are sending like a whole essay of a story idea you would like done. The more ideas, the easier and better I can write.  2. Don’t ever feel like you are annoying me. I might not answer super super fast but I definitely will try my hardest. If you ever need anyone to talk to I am always here. Even if it's to rant, yap, send memes, anything. I do not mind one bit; I love listening and talking to people.  3. Be nice. Don’t push or be rude on my account, I will try my hardest and finish as fast as I can  4. Have fun! Don't stress that I’m judging (I'm too busy watching edits, old games or being on Character Ai to judge someone else)

DNI: homophobes, racists, transphobes, any judgmental people. This is a safe space for people, and I want to have the ability to communicate with those if they need it.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: Some of my posts may contain something triggering. If a post contains triggering content, I will definitely put something on my masterlist for it and what is triggering in the bio of the story. If I do however miss something, please do not hesitate to dm or submit something with it ---

If you have any questions or want to talk, my DMs are always open. I hope I answered everything ‪‪❤︎‬ I love yall pls stay safe <3 -Nataline

[huecycles]

drawpile session today with the metroholder team! here are my contributions (ft. @just-ornstein 's nick)

[bloomingkyras]

Sims for Download

Nataline Denson (materialistic,Greenfield,perfectionist)

U guys seem to like her from my last cas challenge, so she is now available for download. I already give her 1 outfit each sections but feel free to change. Tag me #Nataline by bloomingkyras if u use her on ur gameplay, I would love to see what u did to her ❤

*tq to all cc creator for make her possible ❤

•DOWNLOAD •

[lakelake-art]

Daily Drawing Day 54

Natalin

[manglagirl1]

Guys I wanted this character when he first came out but I unfortunately did not get him which sucked even more because he was on the same banner as Lyney but I just got him on the non-based banner and I am so happy!?

I now have Ororon Yay!?

PS I have Lyney but now I only have two natalin characters.

[natalinidesign]

[mercysought]

am i mean to you sometimes? — @seafo4ms for maxima >:3c

YOU ARE EATING AN ORANGE // not accepting . @st4ysoft . @seafo4ms

Maxima's brow shoots up at the question, wondering what she had done had indicated that she should be prompted about such matters. It is such a bewildering question that the expression remains on the woman's face for long than she likely would have allowed it for any other situation.

It was an odd question to be asked. An odd question especially coming from someone like Natalin. Why did it matter if she was mean, it was part of it was it not? Plus, Maxima thought that anyone that got to survive in a position such as hers, or Maxima's own had to hold onto some level of meanness. Pettiness, perhaps. How else would they be expected to survive it? Being who they were? Maxima didn't care for meanness unless it came with meaningful threats, she could deal with mean. She had enough time to return in kind, not that many these days thought it wise to go toe to toe with her.

   "I don't think so." she pauses, still with her brow arched though far less pronounced now. Pausing, she licks her lip, tilting her head to the side and allowing the long waves of auburn hair sway softly with the motion "Do you think you are mean to me?" surely that was the case, otherwise why ask the question?

But if she needed to ask the question then Maxima could only wonder where the other's mind must be that she didn't even recognise what was mean and what wasn't. Had she bite to her? Of course, but she was a business woman, to not have it would be... surprising. And disappointing "Or, Maker forbid, more importantly, have you been trying to be mean to me?"

[elliebup]

Collection of Jevelle sketches for a special critter's birthday, based on @huecycles jevelle/nataline concept