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Dear artists…
No, I’m not going to link back to your page. I edited out your ugly signature too. I paid for the art. It is mine.
Don’t worry, this does not mean I take credit for drawing it. When people ask if I drew it, I say “Nope.” When people ask who did, I say, “Sorry, I don’t remember.”
Just because I bought your art does not mean our profiles have to be linked forever. It’s the same if I buy an apple from the grocer. I don’t have to keep the sticker on it or tell people where it came from. I’m not a walking advertisement for your shop.
If you want credit so badly, then I should get a cut of your future profits for my part in the advertising.
I know I’m probably going to get the wrath of whiny, entitled artists for this, but I don’t care. I won’t be making a shrine around their art dedicated to them. I paid for a service, and now we should go our our separate ways!
alright so there’s a lot of fucked up parts in this post but?? right off the bat?? “I edited out your ugly signature too”??? I’m sorry but that’s really stupid?
if you bought a physical, painted-on-canvas drawing, would you still go through the trouble of trying to edit out the signature there too? Because literally the only difference between that scenario and this one is that the canvas can be physically held and displayed, where the digital painting stays in a digital venue.
Do not be a dick to artists. Fucking don’t edit out their signatures, credit them where they are due. Don’t be like the asshole OP. If you commission an artist, respect them enough to credit them.
Dear people who think like OP;
Please do not ever fucking commission me. My signature is an A, but I don’t care if an artist’s signature is a giant fucking watermark half as big as the piece. If you cut out their signature, you cut out their effort. Do you have to make a little URL tag that links back to my page or DA or tumblr or whatever? No. Would it be nice? Yeah. Is it a good habit to do anyway? Yeah.
But unless you’re paying me USD and we’ve made it part of the agreement that my signature will NOT be on the art- leave the fucking signature on the art. You purchased art that has the signature. Once you alter it, you’re violating our purchase agreement. The artist produced that art for your agreed upon purchase price with the understanding that what they were sending- signature fucking included- would remain on the piece.
If they knew that you were going to use their art independently without any sort of remaining credit like that, then the price very well may have been different or they might not have agreed to do the art at all.
Damn, OP Edgy McEdgerson is really proud of being a dickhead. No one’s saying you’re linked forever, and no, “I didn’t draw it and don’t remember who did” doesn’t absolve you, you chucklefuck.
SIGNAL BOOOST
…Although, as an artist, I have seen some completely horrible signatures on tumblr posts. Sometimes they’re so obnoxious that I hide the comments on a post and tag with something like “Artist’s comment/source in the original post.” Not because I hate artists, but because I acknowledge that artists aren’t always the best when it comes to brevity.
When I show my stuff here on Tumblr, I keep whatever DA link came with the automatic sharing of the post. I include a comment about the work if I feel it needs actual context, but otherwise I just have the link to the original post on DA and to my profile on DA. That’s it. I don’t link Facebook, Twitter, Etsy, Flickr, Instagram, and whatever other god forsaken social media people can easily find me on.
My advice to artists? If you want people to know your social media connections and other display sites for your art, keep a list of links available on your Tumblr and other websites. If the idea of someone removing all your links from your comment really bothers you so much, maybe you should do your fans a favor and keep the spam in your comment to a minimum. Have a contact list on your sites and keep it at that. And if you still want those links in your comment on your work, just link to “contact” and link that list of sites.
At the risk of stretching your dash. Let me tell a small story. the story is:
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST.
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST.
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST.
CHANCES ARE THEY ARE GOING TO WORK VERY HARD ON YOUR PIECE
THEY MIGHT EVEN BE ANXIOUS BECAUSE THEY MIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LONGER THAN EXPECTED
SOMETIMES THEY LOSE STEAM HALF WAY BECAUSE LIFE THROWS OBSTACLES IN THE WAY.
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST, THEY WILL HAVE SPENT TIME AND EFFORT ON YOUR PIECE. THEY MIGHT HAVE GONE THOUGH SOME TURMOIL IN THE PROCESS OF MAKING IT. BUT IN THE END YOU WILL HAVE WHAT YOU PAID FOR.
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST AND YOU ARE HAPPY WITH THEIR WORK AND WHAT THEY PROVIDED, THE ARTIST WILL BE VERY HAPPY AND PROUD. THEY WORKED VERY HARD ON IT! THEY PROBABLY WON’T MIND IF YOU SHOW IT TO OTHER PEOPLE, IT WOULD HELP THE ARTIST A LOT! (BUT IT’S OKAY IF YOU DECIDE TO KEEP IT TO YOURSELF TOO….)
BUT IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST…
AND YOU SEE THE ONE SECTION THAT TIES SAID ARTIST TO THE PRODUCT THEY WORKED SO HARD ON…..
….AND DECIDE TO TAKE IT OFF
YOU HURT THE ARTIST EMOTIONALLY…..
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST AND EDIT THEIR NAME OFF THE PIECE….
YOU ARE SAYING “FUCK YOU ARTIST, I COULD HONESTLY CARE LESS ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME AND EFFORT YOU PUT INTO THIS. I PAID FOR IT SO OBVIOUSLY I DESERVE TO TAKE THE CREDIT FOR SOMETHING I HAD NO HAND IN BESIDES PAYING FOR IT TO BE CREATED.”
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST, DELETE THEIR SIGNATURE, AND SHOW IT OFF, YOUR FRIENDS WILL ENJOY IT AND SHOW IT TO OTHER FRIENDS. THOSE FRIENDS MIGHT WANT TO BUY SOMETHING SIMILAR! BUT THE ARTIST ISN’T GETTING CREDIT FOR IT BECAUSE YOU ESSENTIALLY TOOK THEIR WORK AND CLAIMED THE WORK, EFFORT, AND SKILL FOR YOURSELF, ALL BECAUSE YOU PAID FOR IT. (SOUNDS CRAPPY RIGHT?)
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST
CHANCES ARE PEOPLE DON’T KNOW WHO THEY ARE. CHANCES ARE THEY TOOK THE COMMISSION TO PAY SOME BILLS AND REALLY NEEDED THE MONEY.
IF YOU COMMISSION AN ARTIST AND DELETE THEIR SIGNATURE….
chances are you are not the first one to do that.
SIGNAL BOOST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS! WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL IS THIS?
Some good stuff here!!!
Remember, when you commission an artist..
YOU DO NOT GET RIGHTS TO THAT PIECE OF ART.
- Snake Mod
That comic has me literally crying. Don’t be an asshat to artists.
Guys, NEVER do this to any artist EVER. Even if it’s just a simple base, ALWAYS credit who made it. If you are that one person who uses other people’s art, then unfollow me this instant.
Fitting to this blog because just a bit of “thought” on the commissioners’ parts would prevent this issue. Maybe the ungrateful should receive only what they’ll appreciate.
The one time in kindergarten I saw someone remove my name from my scribble scrawls, I flipped out and engaged in a brawl with the other kid. I didn’t even know art theft existed, or that a drawing could be considered art, but the idea of someone taking indirect credit for my anything ended up spurring my kid self into territorial violence.
Even the kindergarten kid gets angry.
I will ALWAYS sign my art
The most valuable chart…
yes thanks for colouring it I had a hard time reading that
// I’m going to reblog this to help all RPers when it comes to descriptions
// Even if you’re a great RPer you still need this.
// To describe
// y’know
// the things
Im not a writer but im sure i have some followers that are so here yall go!
taa daa
share this with your friends, @charlesoberonn
I shall. It’s a great ref.
SEXUAL TENSION+ Meme
Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to the following scenario. Add a + to reverse roles!
👖: My Muse witnesses your Muse wearing tight jeans / clothing
🍸: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse accidentally spilling ice cold water down their front
💪: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse coming back from / working out in the gym
🍭: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse unknowingly(?) eating something in a sensual manner
👐: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse briefly invading their personal space to get by
💄: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse applying lipstick/makeup/etc. in the mirror
👙: My Muse
witnesses
your Muse coming out of the water / shower / bath
👔: My Muse witnesses your Muse succeeding in something with a lot of passion
👗: My Muse responds to your Muse asking them to zip up a dress / tie a tie / etc.
👕: My Muse witnesses your Muse finish up/start changing clothes
👁: My Muse responds to your Muse holding eye contact for longer than usual
💃: My Muse witnesses your Muse dancing / rhythmically wiggling
👱: My Muse notices your Muse’s hair/clothes look awfully…post-coital, even if it isn’t!
Forbidden Romance
Send me a symbol and I’ll start a thread for us based on the scenario. Please specify which role you want your Muse to be.
💘 Boss x Employee
❤️ Teacher x Student
💓 Royalty/Nobility x Peasant
💕 Human x NonHuman
💖 Assassin x Target
💗 Paramour x Married Person
💙 Friend x Best Friend’s Significant Other
💚
Step/Adopted Siblings
💛 Bridesmaid x Groom / Groomsman x Bride
💟 Wildcard
i-darkstar-x asked:
The sunny day would have been nice. There were birds singing, clouds dancing, and happy breeze. But not in Greenpoint. The massive and unsightly Greenpoint Tower rose up like a middle finger to the world in the center of the city of Greenpoint. As usual, there were spiraling dark clouds around the top, blocking out whatever present sunshine was to be had. The train station outside of the city's walls was busy though, something very special was coming that might make the day more bearable,
ask-rainrunner answered:
*Rain was one of the may ponies at the station* another bad day *sigh*
Ferriah was standing on the station platform, waiting for the passenger cares to finish emptying so the train could pull up to allow her and her team access to the cargo section. There were some important parts and components that needed to be unloaded quickly, lest the Greenpoint tower get any uglier, which is saying a lot. She wore the standard Tower maintenance uniform. A drab gray with softly glowing bright green luminescent strips. They automatically changed brightness in varying light levels, so she did not need to hold a light herself. The uniform had dark green accenting,though it was barely noticeable unless one was up close. She was an earth pony, with a purple gray coat, jolting yellow eyes and smooth wavy soft orange mane and tail with small coal black streaks. She huffed to herself
*he was waitng there to see on old freind that never ended up coming so he sat on a bench feeling sad*
Once the passengers were all off, the platform was mainly empty, save for the group of size, including Ferriah. All had the same uniform, of course. The train moved forward more, showing the neatly stacked boxes. At once, Ferriah and the other ponies began to get to work, systematically unloading the metal crates. They didn’t seem to have noticed Rain was still there.
*he just sighed and watched them unload the boxes, thinking of why his friend didnt come*
Ferriah was counting the boxes when’s he spotted him. Confused, she trot over, and cleared her throat. “Ahem, civilian, is something the matter?” She asked, rather untactfully.
yeah im fine…
“Right…” She said, not convinced. “Well it’d probably be better to wait inside the station. It’s air conditioned.” She said, smiling at him.
im fine really i just… why didnt they come?
She looked shocked. “How… How did you know about that?” He said, her voice quieter. She looked spooked, and very nervous.
huh? i was talking about my friend
“Oh.” She said, then breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s a relief.” She said, smiling. She realized how insensitive that sounded and her smile went away. “O-Oh, Er. I’m sorry your friend stood you up.”
*sigh* well i guess im gonna spend the next month alone * he slowly stood up*
She bit her lip, feeling a pang of sympathy. She knew how horrible it was to be alone. Without thinking, she said, “Wait!” She gulped, and stepped forward, blushing a little as she sad softly, “I-I can keep you company.”
Really? ,dont you have a job?
“I-I do, but i can take the night shift.” She assured, stepping closer. Too late to back out now.
you’d really do that for me?
She nodded quickly, still smiling. “Yes.”
*he hugs her* thank you
She blushed, and hugged back, smiling a little. “You’re very welcome, Mr.?” She said, asking his name
Rain runner my name is Rain runner but you can just call me Rain
( @rain-runner-rps ) She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you Rain.” She said, closing her eyes.
*he smiles* its nce to meet you to, i never got yourr name
“It’s Ferriah.” She answered, smiling more, and hugging him closer.
Ferriah? nice name
“Thank you.” She said. She pulled out of the embrace, smiling at him still. “Are you from central Equestria? Names like mine are commonplace here.” She said. She would have gone on, but one of the other workers walked over, a stallion with dark red eyes, a lavender coat, and mint green mane and tail. “Ferriah, we could use your help moving the boxes onto the transport.” She nodded. She turned back to Rain, and said, “Hey, I gotta help them finish. Why don’t you give me your address so I can come over when I finish.” She suggested.
well im not sure if cloudlsdale is in central equestria and sure *he scribbles down his address on a piece f paper then gives it to her*
She nodded, and gladly took it. “See you later, Rain.” She said cheerfully, then turned and followed the lavender stallion to the twenty or so crates, using her magic to help move them onto a treaded vehicle next to the station platform.
yeah *he gets up and walks back into the city and to his house*
(( @ask-rainrunner )) Later that day, not too long after their meeting at the train station, a sudden rainstorm had struck, unannounced and uncontrollable. The sky was dismally gray as the droplets poured from above. Very few ponies remained outside in this weather, and those that did were between shelters, or outside in the rain for fetish reasons. Ferriah fell into this first category. She trot purposely with umbrella over her head to protect her from the liquid assailant. She could barely believe the rain hadn’t become hail. It was certainly cold enough. Thankfully, the GCTM jumpsuit she wore, while rather tight over everything below her neck, protected her from cold almost completely. “Let me see, let me see…” she muttered aloud to herself, squinting at the piece of paper she held. While mostly dry, it was hard to read in the darkness brought about by the weather. Thankfully, the street lamps stood periodically along the street provided a solution. Ferriah’s steps would finally halt in front of the solid metal door of a house. She double checked she had the address right, then lifted her hoof to knock. Three times, the last two closer together. She briefly wondered as she put her hoof down whether or not her request for entry oils be heard above the din of the downpour. She resisted the urge to knock again, and just waited for the door to slide open.
A Few moment after the knock the Steel door slid open with a bit of a squeak, Rain was a bit surprised because he thought she wouldn’t come. and becasue of that both him and his house were a bit of a mess “oh you did come? i thought you just said that to make me feel better” he stept aside and gestured for her to come in
She smiled when the door opened, happy to see you again, and for the entryway to be open. The cold air caused by the rain was really making her shiver, even with the jumpsuit’s protection.
“No, I meant it.” She assured in response to the melancholy statement. “I’m somewhat of an expert at being stood up, so I wouldn’t do that to anyone.” Before she trot inside, she closed her umbrella and shook the water off while holding it outside the door, so none of the water would splash on her, you, or the house.
“Where should I put this?” She asked, tying the umbrella up and entering fully.
He smiled as she entered and closed the door behind her with a squeak from the hinges and a soft click of the door bolt
“Anywhere is good, And sorry for the mess I didn’t clean up cause I doubted you were coming and i never really clean up anyway unless it was a special occasion, tho if my friend did come I wouldn’t have cleaned up anyway because he doesn’t care much what the place looks like”
He blushed shyly and rubbed the back of his head as there was a bit of awkwardness between the two of them at the moment, Rain being shy and his house messy, and Ferriah being a city worker that liked to keep thing clean.
“Oh it’s alright.” She said with a giggle as she placed the umbrella upright by the door, having to bend down twice to right it after falling. “I’ll tell you a secret: I’m not very good at tidying up either.” She turned back around to him and gave him a nice big smile. She noticed his blush and playfully poked his cheek. “Are you hot? If you open a window the problem’ll herself solved super fast.” She joked, giggling again.
He smiled softly and put his hoof on hers and held it on his cheek “I..Its not me t..that’s hot” He muttered but he definitey could have been quieter saying that, the reason for the blush is when she bent down he got a glimpse of a little something that most mares didn’t have, well not seeing it directly nut saw the bulge of it “I’m F..fine just a little nervous”
She giggled a bit, and booped his nose. He looked cute, all red like that!~
“Nervous? No need to be nervous, Rain~” she assured, giving him a hug. She held it for a few seconds, before stepping back, and asking, “So, Rain, do you want to do something? Anything need fixing? I am an engineer.” She offered gladly. Aside from wanting to help him, she enjoyed fixing stuff. Mainly because it gave her an excuse to take something apart.
He went even redder from the boop, and it casued him to squeak a little.
“you sure? I dont really want to do anything to disturb you” he said as he returned the hug, but as he did She would feel he was a bit tense but when he pulled back from the hug he smiled “heh I fix my stuff myself, my butt says so” he said as he turned himself slightly to show his cutiemark
Her eyelids raised in surprise upon seeing the cutiemark. “Lucky. Greenpoint-borns can’t get cutiemarks.” She said, then gestured and asked, “May I look closer?” She asked, of course, since it was his rear end. She was very curious about these magically summoned plot tattoos. They had. A lot more to them, she knew, but “butt tattoos” were less a negative term and more a sensual one.
“Oh? they cant? i just assumed everpony had one they just cover em up casue everpony is always wearing clothes over their rears” He said looking at her confused “And go ahead, look, touch, hell even lick it, it doesn’t bother me” he said shrugging. “Just so long you don’t go too far back unless you plan on using your tongue and erm.. “Bolt” on it”
She blushed very brightly at that. “L-Lick it? ‘Bolt’? She echoed, looking surprised. She could picture herself tracing the outlines of his cutie mark with her tongue, leaving kiss-marks of white lipstick around it. She blushed even more and shook her head quickly to clear those naughty thoughts out of her head. No one except her was into that, she had discovered the hard way.
“S..sorry! My mind tends to uh.. wander off topic.. Heh” He looked away the awkwardness was unbearable and the mos he could do was Just stand still, flustered and blushing, and let Her do as she pleased with his mark “B..but Really you can do whatever you want with my M..mark i dont mind”
(( Could you crop this please? I can’t from mobile for some reason. ))
“Alright…” she said, and knelt down by his plot, feeling over the marking carefully, looking for possible seams or whatnot. After that bit of rubbing, she licked it, mainly because he had suggested it. She licked it a few times, curious as to whether or not he enjoyed it. If so, she found it very cute.
A friend told me if I said “kukuroo” on the Internet, people would draw me in inappropriate positions and/or outfits. Kukuroo.
A kukuroo-ing Zerayl (via zeraylmusings)