Hi gemsona fandom! Long time no see, hope you enjoyed the “Wanted” special and got some new ideas from seeing Homeworld!
Recently people close to me and I have had a lot of issues with our gemsonas and artwork being stolen, mainly by RP accounts on instagram and tumblr. It seems like a no-brainer but I guess it’s worth repeating:
Do NOT use someone’s gemsona/OC on roleplay accounts without express permission from the creator. Make your own character!! Gemsonas are often self-inserts, taking them is very personally intrusive and feels gross, man. Taking the character to roleplay is even worse- you’re misrepresenting them, changing their personality and using them to gain followers and fandom reputation. That’s a whole ‘nother level of theft.
Do NOT use someone’s artwork for blog art, icons, or any other personal/aesthetic use without express permission from the creator. Some artists are nice enough to allow this if you ask, but some art is personal and not meant to be used! ASK THEM FIRST.
DO NOT REPOST ARTWORK ON INSTAGRAM, TUMBLR, PINTEREST, OR ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION FROM THE ARTIST!!!!!
Reposting or using artwork IS NOT okay just because you actually credited the artist. YOU NEED PERMISSION TO POST FIRST AND FOREMOST.
Just because an artist isn’t active in the gemsona fandom doesn’t mean their OC is up for grabs or any less their creation.
Please reblog this (especially rp blogs!) and let younger people in the fandom know that this isn’t okay. Stop reposting art and taking other people’s OCs. Don’t interact with RP accounts with stolen OCs/art. Protect artists in your community!! Report them!!
It’s really unfortunate, situations like this make artists and creators want to take down drawings, stop posting their OCs and leave fandoms after experiences like this..
‘ i’m no one’s lapdog. ‘ ‘ you’re a special kind of crazy, i like it. ‘ ‘ so why don’t i get to play bad guy? ‘ ‘ can i burn some stuff now? ‘ ‘ you screwed up pretty good. ‘ ‘ your plan sucks, you know that right? ‘ ‘ i’m coming with you. ‘ ‘ i already got a partner. ‘ ‘ you just knocked me out! ‘ ‘this ain’t over. ‘ ‘ i guess i dodged a bullet. ‘ ‘ you think i wanna be like you? ‘ ‘ thinking like that is what makes you a criminal. ‘ ‘i take it back ( name ), you’re not completely useless after all. ‘ ‘ as many lifetimes as it takes, i know you’re worth the wait. ‘ ‘ your conceptions of romance need some work. ‘ ‘ i’m grateful for another opportunity to kill you. ‘ ‘ please just save your strength. ‘ ‘ i didn’t give you much of a choice the first time. ‘ ‘ i say we kick( name )’s ass.‘ ‘ i pay attention. ‘ ‘simple don’t mean easy. ‘ ‘ you’re not as thick as people say. ‘ ‘ thick — doesn’t that mean stupid? ‘ ‘ if you can’t kill your enemy, weaken him/her/them. ‘ ‘you should have let me punch him/her/them. ‘ ‘i thought i specifically said no weapons!‘ ‘ i’m a monster.‘ ‘i’m not exactly asking, ( name ).‘ ‘is there anything you think about other than yourself?‘ ‘ can i shoot him?
‘ ‘you got a pair on you kid, i respect that.‘ ‘so no shooting?‘ ‘you can’t tell me you don’t wanna see what this baby can do. ‘ ‘
you sure have a lot of personal observations to make.
‘ ‘fine, don’t talk to me.‘ ‘killing is never easy, especially for a good man.‘ ‘killing doesn’t make you a monster.‘ ‘history screwed me first.‘ ‘that’s a very pointed observation.‘ ‘don’t ever let anyone hurt you.‘ ‘no matter what you always have to look out for yourself.‘ ‘ for a monster, you dance quite graceful. ‘ ‘ what the hell are parachute pants? ‘ ‘ i always wanted to be a spy. ‘ ‘ instead of dwelling on what’s wrong, let’s focus on the positive. ‘ ‘ are you quoting top gun? ‘ ‘ now you’re annoying in another language.‘ ‘ i’m not a fan of feelings. ‘ ‘ you said i’d get to use my gun. ‘ ‘ i see we can add eavesdropping onto your criminal resume. ‘ ‘ oh, i love the cold. ‘ ‘ what a wuss. ‘ ‘no, this is a dictatorship where you get to call all the shots & i get to take all the shots. ‘ ‘when are you gonna learn that you are not my father. ‘ ‘ tried being the operative word. ‘ ‘ i think your problem is the opposite of mine. ‘ ‘ come on, are you scared? ‘ ‘ us criminals have a code; never leave one of your own behind! ‘
I can change the world for us.
❝ We can’t grieve this man, we should celebrate! ❞
❝ Power breeds enemies. ❞
❝ I fear you are even more your father than he was. ❞
❝ Stop making a spectacle of yourself with those tears. ❞
❝ It is sometimes necessary to do some bad in order to achieve a much greater good. ❞
❝ Well, we wont let him divide us, will we? ❞
❝ The city walls have fallen. ❞
❝ Is it true there will be war? ❞
❝ They have no clothes… ❞
❝ I hope you didn’t mind me staring. ❞
❝ There is more to life than money, you know. ❞
❝ You don’t have a choice. Neither of us do. ❞
❝ For 100 Florins my lips are sealed forever. ❞
❝ Will you betray us? ❞
❝ I don’t want you to leave, ever again. Do you understand? ❞
❝ I am in love with you! ❞
❝ Go, or I will have you thrown out. Guards! ❞
❝ Gentlemen don’t hold pens, we wield swords! ❞
episode two: the dome and the domicile.
❝ There are men at the door! ❞
❝ This is not a bank, if you want gold go there. ❞
❝ I am not accustomed to being made to wait. ❞
❝ Romantic, isn’t it? ❞
❝ Darling, are you unwell? ❞
❝ Will everyone please stop fussing over me? ❞
❝ You are as pale as a ghost. ❞
❝ Is he handsome? ❞
❝ Your tongue is too sharp! ❞
❝ I do not appreciate being mated like cattle. ❞
❝ I did not choose this union either. ❞
❝ You will be loyal to me and only to me, do you understand? ❞
❝ A viper cornered may strike anyone. ❞
❝ I can’t get her out of my mind. ❞
❝ I was not invited, but I came anyway. ❞
❝ I’m a genius ahead of my time. ❞
❝ I wish I shared your optimism. ❞
❝ This folly will only hasten their demise. ❞
❝ A foolish man lives for himself, a wise man lives with a purpose. ❞
❝ I will take away the life that God gave you. ❞
❝ She’s with child, I am to be a father. ❞
❝ It’s the black death. ❞
A super fast watercolor of the prettiest person i have ever seen ( @kapitan5o )
i couldn’t see the tatto very well and i didn’t want to mess it up even is not that good but the pic was bad quality and there was not even a tattoo like idk i just was taking a rest from studying i am trash
An older teenage Ork enters your temple, seeking atonement for the life their herd made them live. What advice, if any, would you give them?
Brother Andrew looks around him at the temple. He always loves visiting the old sites; such history and community displaying the continuity of his faith. A few parishioners greet him. He is not here enough to remember all of their names, but he has mental notes reminding himself who they are; “Recently Widowed,” “Lost a Child,” “Insincere Dinner Invitation,” “Sickly Farmer.”
He hopes it is not cynical to recognize that while the faces change from year to year and decade to decade, the hearts do not. Some people come for guidance, others for charity, still others looking for little more than social standing or business contacts. While the people may change and the surfact circumstances may vary, he looks at the ornate depictions around him of stained glass and statues, and he is comforted by their consistency; unchanged since he was a small child.
He notices other attendants whispering to each other and looking pointedly at a corner of the narthex. He notices that a young ork is standing quietly to himself, while the humans around him give each other raised eye brows and knowing glances. But Brother Andrew sees no sign of the bloodlust or terror that are supposed to be the hallmark of that people. He sees no pillager or rampager or render of flesh… he sees only a broken child, looking for comfort in a place whose hallowed rafters have doubtlessly rung with a condemnation of ork-kind. Brother Andrew is again reminded that the places where he finds comfort don’t always offer comfort to others.
The ork stands before a statue, barely daring to look at it. Wet eyes attempt to bore a hole straight through the marble floor it seems, and Brother Andrew wonders if the rarity of ork tears would make them a potent addition to some mystic potion. As the cleric walks beside the ork, the other parishioners seem to hold their breath to listen in. Brother Andrew looks at the statue before them and asks aloud, “Do you know her name?”
The ork startles at the words, and then waits to see if the cleric adds anything else. This is not the first time he has been addressed in the temple, but it is the first time the voice was this gentle. The ork clenches his jaw, reluctant to leave his spot, but knowing that an altercation would only prove how unfit he is to be here.
“Justice,” he finally admits.
“Yes,” says Brother Andrew. “She’s pretty famous. You can’t miss her with those scales of hers. She’s always got them around somewhere. You know what they’re for?”
“She weighs the deeds of mortals, to see if their good deeds outweigh their evilness. If not…”
Brother Andrew interrupts him, “Enough about her. Did you know she has a sister?”
The ork turns to the cleric for the first time. He was not expecting a change of subject, nor for the cleric to look so suggestive. The small audience that was watching him and Brother Andrew would find Justice the perfect topic to point out to an ork, and the penitent knows it. Justice is why he is here. Justice is why he is fearful of this place, but Justice is also why he is drawn here. He knows which way his own scales lean; he knows his own personal history and what Justice demands of him; he remembers the screams and blood and the fury. And for all those reasons, he knows what Justice demands.
“What’s your name, son?”
“…Adrud.” Nobody in this place had ever asked his name before.
“Well Adrud, let me show you another statue. If you’ve got a thing for Justice and swords, you’ll probably like this one. It’s actually one of my favorites.”
Adrud turns hesitantly to follow Brother Andrew. He knows this is all the precursor to condemnation. He knows this will eventually lead to a reminder of what the orks have done, of what he has done, and why he deserves retribution. But by his own actions he has earned that condemnation. He deserves no less than judgement. He has condemned himself as much if not more than anyone else.
As the pair travel across the floor to the transept, Brother Andrew ignores the gasps and whispers as people watch an ork enter the space reserved for the faithful. Some assume he is escorting the ork out of the temple and are grateful, while others are disappointed he is being so gentle with the brute. All are relieved when they turn the corner and are out of sight.
In the eastern transept, Brother Andrew stops and looks at another statue. Adrud steps alongside him and looks up.
“Like I said, she has a sister. She’s not one of the headliners; few will write songs in her name, and nobody is going to war in her honor. But Clementia is one of my favorites.”
“Clementia…?” The ork had never heard the name before.
“Yeah, sometimes it’s translated as ‘Mercy’ or ‘Forgiveness.’ Or ‘Redemption.’ She and Justice are sisters, but sometimes they don’t really get along.“
The young ork looks at the sword and staff held by Justice. “Where are her scales?”
“Oh yeah, a lot of people miss that at first. Look under Clementia’s left foot.” The scales under Clementia’s foot were broken and discarded. “Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to Justice. She definitely has her place. Without her, we couldn’t have a civilized society. But the same goes for her sister. The trick is knowing that, sometimes, the scales aren’t actually helping, and you just have to throw them away.”
“But… but then how… didn’t you say her name was ‘Redemption?’“
“Oh yeah, absolutely. So how do you achieve redemption if you don’t have a scale? That’s the trick, isn’t it? See, actual redemption isn’t about doing enough ‘good’ stuff that it makes up for the ‘bad’ stuff. The truth is, nobody could ever get ‘redeemed’ that way. No amount of good deeds will bring a person back to life if they’ve been murdered. No amount of good deeds will erase a victim’s trauma after being attacked. I mean sure, if you steal some money you can give that much money back, but violence… violence doesn’t work that way.”
The ork once again turns his face downward as his eyes begin to well up. “So… there’s no hope.”
“What?! Of course there’s hope. They’d toss me out on the street and suspend my preacher’s license if I ran around telling people ‘there’s no hope!’ Of course there’s hope! And that’s it right there.” With that he pointed at the broken scales beneath Clementia’s foot. “The hope is to stop playing with the scales. The hope is to stop weighing and re-weighing and re-re-weighing your sins, hoping that maybe someday you’ll make up for it.”
The ork’s face looked at Brother Andrew in confusion. “But… isn’t that a little too… easy?”
Brother Andrew smiled, “Oh absolutely it is. And it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do. See, Justice demands that our sins and guilt be weighed and that punishment is meted out. And you can live your life in service to Justice, and many do. But, as the sacred text says, ‘…All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.‘ Living your life in service of Clementia is nothing like living it in service of Justice. But that is the choice you have to make.
“You have to admit that you can’t do anything to make up for your past misdeeds. You can’t undo all those terrible things, and you have to admit that you’ve got to stop trying. To truly be redeemed, you realize that you aren’t the one that tips Justice’s scales. You must rely on somebody else to take away the scales, break them under foot, and say that you are good enough just as you are.”
Adrud looked at Clementia; the desperate pleading in her face, the gentle but firm touch in her fingers, and the defiant steadfastness of her stance over the scales. “Does she have devotees?”
“Absolutely. Come, I’ll introduce you to some of your brothers and sisters.”