I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but please.
Stop. reposting. art. 😢
Many of you do this without malicious intent and even think you’re doing us a favor. I understand. You want to share things with the world. But like writing papers, you either need to have permission from the original artist OR you need to cite them (give them credit). Sometimes, an artist will allow either/or. Others, like myself, do not allow art reposted at all, credited or not. Only a certain few have permission and with specific pieces only. Here’s a definition for what art reposts are:
“Saving an image/art into your hard drive/computer/phone as a separate file and then proceeding to upload that file onto your profile(s).”
I’ll be honest. I’m tired. A lot of us are. Artists are constantly facing a battle with art theft and more than half the time, they lose by giving up or they stop making art entirely. I’ve since gotten into a habit of reporting whenever I’m alerted but I have no time to go hunting down for art reposts. Most recently, I experienced a case of an art reposter deliberately hiding their actions behind a private account, which brings me to this post.
First of all, to those who I’ve already reported from, please understand, I am not angry, nor do I hate any of you. I’m simply disappointed and while you may not care how I feel, you have to realize that what you’re doing is technically illegal and against the Terms and Regulations of the websites you re-upload art in. I just want you all to learn/realize that.
And I’m saying this now. It doesn’t matter if you’re using a public or private account.
I have actually experienced a few occasions where a private account follows me and I notice that they appear to be fan-accounts. I’ve tried to ignore those. However, with this most recent issue, I attempted to follow back one of my followers, mostly out of curiosity (and a bit of suspicion). Long story short, I was rejected. In the end I found out that that they had over a thousand posts, majority of which were art reposts, a few from mine, many others from friends and other artists. But based on how I was rejected by the user, it’s clear they did not want me to see any of that (nor do I believe they would allow other original artists to see their account either).
I won’t divulge how I found out or who I’m talking about in confidentiality.
So with that, I’m telling you straight. Just because you’re on a private account does not mean you’re safe from getting caught.
I don’t try to single out anyone regarding this issue. Like I said, I don’t go hunting. So if you find yourself getting reported then, you probably just lucked out, I suppose. At least when it comes to my pieces.
When I report something, it’s simply because I’m a copyright holder and I need to protect my work. I don’t do it out of spite. If anything, I do it to teach. I’d rather see an account change their ways than have their entire Instagram/Youtube account taken down because of multiple copyright violations.
So if you’re one of these people, please, I implore you to take down any artwork that you know is not supposed to be there (i.e the artists do not want their work reposted/You do not have permission to re-upload their work).
Here’s one way to think about this: Artists take time to make their artwork and post it online. You would take *less* time putting an image through a search engine to find the original source of the picture. Just saying! ^^
You. Are. Better. Than. This.
Now, if you have any grievances or comments (say, you’re one of the people I reported from or you’re guilty of reposting art), you may message me on Tumblr. I am opening the floor.
this’ll probably be longer than needed, but i’m back!!
prompt: You’re a princess who’s told by your father that you must marry and a ball is planned to find you a husband. You flee to the edge of your kingdom where you find a young man, living with two brothers and an abusive stepfather. You become friends quick and hatch a scheme: you will take one of the his shoes, claim it belong to your one true love, and send your father on a fool’s errand to find the ‘prince’ to which it belongs. In return you will help the man escape his family, if he wishes, at least for one night - at the ball.
“But I’m not ready.” You exhaled in exhaustion.
You’re staring up at your father with wide eyes and he stares back, eyes piercing as he speaks.
“It has been set since you were a little girl,” He stood at your doors, arms crossed as he scowled at you. “You were to marry when your mother and I got too tired to control this part of the kingdom any longer.”
“Yes, but-” “Your mother and I announced our stepping down from the throne almost two years ago, which gave you just enough time.”
You sighed. “You never even let me out of the house unless I’m with ten guards, how would any guy even approach me?” “We have invited princes from the east and the west to have dinner with you, here, right in our palace, and you turn them off every time.” “It’s forced.”
There’s a slight silence before he opens his mouth again. “Well, we didn’t want to go this route, but we must.” He sighs. “A ball will be scheduled in few days time, a marriage ball, the guests will only be princes, and you must find one to marry by the end of the night.” “But I want to be in love with the one I marry.” “You’re even lucky your mother and I didn’t just arrange a marriage,” He glares down at you. “There will be over 80 men there, surely one will suit your preferences.”
You stay silent.
“Isis will come down this afternoon to get a description and draw a style of the dress you’d like before she designs it. Your mother will handle all the food and decoration. I just expect you to be nice, look pretty, and find a husband.” You don’t say anything else as he walks out and shuts your double doors before retreating.
You flop back down onto your bed, tears already beginning to fall.
The worst thing was that you knew you couldn’t do anything about it.
And you didn’t want to but you knew you had to marry.
Your parents were getting older, and the job was too stressful for them. So, in a way, you had always known you would eventually have to take over the palace and the kingdom with a husband by your side (especially as you were their only child).
But you hadn’t had a proper crush on anybody after you liked that one boy in kindergarten, and you only liked him because he used to give you his rice pudding everyday at lunch.
After you were young, you were home schooled, and even though the young palace workers flirted with you, it never went past that.
You didn’t realize how long you’d been sitting until you heard a knock.
You don’t move until the knocking persists, making you lift your head.
You tell them to come in and instantly you see the long, dark curls of your stylist.
She was motherly, always wearing silk and diamonds and ever looked mischievous with a cheshire cat smile.
But she wasn’t smiling, because she knew what was going on.
“I’m sorry.” She instantly says.
“It’s okay, it’s for the best.” You smile at her.
She closes the door behind her before moving to sit on your bed, dropping her sketchbook and ink onto your duvet.
She strokes the top of your head, a finger curling in one of your kinks as she sighs.
“I still have to design this dress for you.” “I know.” You sit up.
“You don’t want to talk about it, though?” “No. I just wanna get this all over with. Maybe I’ll like my husband after a while.” She nods though she’s not convinced, flipping to an empty page before you. “So, I want it baby blue, princess flared, I guess, and really huge, like the one we did for my birthday.” You sigh. “And I want it to shimmer, all over, everytime the light hits it….”
The loud clock near the kingdom’s temple had rung out, signalling it was midnight.
You looked out your window, watching all the palace workers retreat to their nearby village.
It was extremely dark and a thunderstorm was raging, but you had conspired this plan for hours, and nothing was going to stop you.
You looked into the mirror sitting up against one of your walls.
You wore a dark red outfit; a traditional red tubed top paired with long-flared red pants. Your crystal shoes were hidden underneath them.
You took a sheer scarf from your closet and wrapped it around your head, hiding your hair and most of your face within it before deciding you were ready.
You exited your room quietly, walking downstairs to get to the place your father kept most of his money.
You took a few hundred coins, not knowing how long you would be gone for, before rushing your way down the many halls to get to the very back of the palace.
It was outdoors at this part, because this was where the garden was, meaning you could sneak out the gates without making any noise.
You hid within the rush of palace workers, blending in as you tried to look as if you were in a hurry as well.
You successfully made it out, following them to the village they would now go to.
But when you got to their village you continued on, deciding you wouldn’t stop until just the right moment.
It was your second day out, and you knew word had gotten out that one of the princesses had disappeared.
Since a little girl you had been friends with all the princesses from neighboring kingdoms, so you snuck into their palaces whenever you could for food or to rest, and they would hide you well, before you set out again.
It was night and you had just made it to the next village.
It was quiet out, and it was raining again, thundering as well as you walked, but it didn’t bother you.
What did bother you was the sounds of shouting a few steps away.
You tried to ignore the yelling coming from inside a particular house until you saw the door to the house open.
A man instantly fell out, onto his back and seemed to be looking up into the house before you saw another man standing, peering down at him.
“I told you to clean the fireplace, didn’t I?” “I was going t-to, I was just cl-cleaning the dis-” “Since you can’t take care of anything in the house, why don’t you take care of everything outside?” The man booms at him. “You can sleep in the pig’s den tonight.” With that he shuts the door and locks in.
Not another sound is heard.
You had been hiding behind a tree the entire time, fear stricken as you watched.
03.16 - I’m 1-2 days late, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY @emyasmina !! ♥ I didn’t have enough time to draw yesterday huuh. I hope it’s not too sketchy anyways *sobs* ( Bonus with a little interaction at the end hehe ! )
I had to post a picture of myself (eww im gross but whatevs) surrounded by characters I relate to. funnily enough, i have cosplayed or plan to cosplay all of them in one way or another. (also rip how do i resize photos to be the same size on this godforsaken website) for some of these characters, it’s hard to say why i relate to them, but I just do.
hey about that venus in gemini not having many crushes, could it be the mercury influence? because im a virgo venus and im the same haha (gemini rising too so idk if that affects anything ?)
it could be! its a bit different for virgo though because they’re more shy and private about crushes than gemini. they like to pine in silence, lol. whereas gemini doesnt realize they have a crush or just keep it to themselves/aren’t as obvious about it, while virgo gives little hints or plays it up a tiny bit. but you’re right, they are both very similar in those ways! i hope that all made sense