#just fyi

ive been thinking of making a side-blog for my nsfw art from now on instead of uploading it here (yes its a separate account) so its easier to upload stuff and i dont answer asks anyways hahaha

so if i did do this i’ll be sure to post the link here. i’ll also keep this blog up in case anyone wants to ever see the old art hahaha

winterbythesea:

xemmaloveskillianx:

artistic-writer:

sherlockianwhovian:

phiralovesloki:

bleekay:

rollyjogerjones:

sherlockianwhovian:

laschatzi:

winterbythesea:

Some selected screenshots from my conversation with this person. She tried to wiggle out of it at first by saying my watermark was on the pic (it’s not, it’s cropped) which, even if it was, I asked her to deleteit. Then she got defensive and told me it was my own fault for publishing it - after all, if you don’t want someone to steal your stuff, you shouldn’t post it.

And then she tried to turn it around on me by accusing me of looking at her page - her public page, which she had linked to in the chatroom for us all to look at. And to subtly gang up on me by bringing up this other person.

And then she tried to trivialise the whole thing by saying that because art theft isn’t fatal to the victim, it’s fine.

She’s@emmajoneskilliansladylove on Instagram, @killianjonesownsmyheart1​ on Tumblr. I don’t want to start any drama, and there honestly isn’t any point in trying to talk to her, so please don’t send her any messages on my behalf or anything like that. Don’t get involved. I’m just saying it for transparency, so you can be aware of who this person is and what she’s like and what her attitude to other people’s work is. If she steals yours, I’d say don’t bother engaging her, just report it and be done with it.

Oh man. I think that’s the one @sherlockianwhovian has been having problems with, too, right??

Yes, this is the same person who has been harassing me for over a year now.

I blocked them after they tried to aggressively guilt me into writing a fic for them, they’ve then continued to demand to be unblocked for months - getting friends to pass on messages to me, making new accounts, trying to attract my attention in Discord groups - and just this week they’ve asked people to share anything I post with them because they can’t see it due to the block.

I know for a fact that multiple people (including myself) have told them to stop messaging me and yet they continue.

Please be aware of this person, they not only harass but also steal work and become extremely aggressive when confronted.

I’ve just seen that they also stole my art. The fact that they had the audacity to thank a person as if they created it and they were complimenting them.

god this is so shitty. i’m sorry that y’all are all having to deal with it. :( 

don’t repost works, ever, without explicit consent from the creator. if they give you permission, give them credit. don’t harass people to make things for you, ever. if they accept requests, then send a request, but don’t expect anything unless it’s a commissioned work and you’ve paid them for their time and effort. they’re very simple rules, not hard to remember, and should be the standard across all fandoms. basic courtesy. common decency. don’t be a dickhead.

We actually banned this person from one of the Discord servers for harassing @sherlockianwhovian and constantly asking people for help getting around the  block.

While this might seem like a case of “Person stealing an artist’s work” (and it is), it’s more than that. People in the server had tried to explain to her multiple times, clearly and politely and as kindly as possible, that she was flouting etiquette and needed to cut it out. It did not make any difference at all.

I don’t know if she understands that she’s behaving really inappropriately and harassing people, or if she’s genuinely incapable of understanding, but it doesn’t really matter. At this point, I feel pretty comfortable speaking publicly about her behavior and harassment because speaking to her directly about it has done absolutely nothing, and folks may want to preemptively block.

I’m incredibly grateful to the mods of that Discord server who were wonderfully patient and understanding about the whole thing. <3

This isn’t a recent thing, it does date back months and months and it’s a frankly worrying trend of behaviour.

Agreed. This person shows no remorse or consideration for what she has done and sees nothing wrong with doing it. I hate to make this into a witch hunt but I for one have had enough. Googling something is NOT an excuse, because even that has filters where you can find ‘free to repost’ items - which normally automatically excludes fanarts from the search I might add. This person has ruined making art for me and the last time they stole my art I didn’t make any for a while. The muse was gone, and I was afraid to share my art because of the time it takes to prove it is yours and get it removed. I know I shouldn’t have been, but when you put hours into something and someone can claim it as their own with two clicks of a mouse, then it’s a little disheartening. And this if course ruins it for the rest of the fandom who are there to enjoy the art too but miss out.

I have a question for everyone. If I block someone of Tumblr, does that stop them seeing my posts other reblog?? Like, can they steal art from a reblog? I hate watermarking things but that’s what’s got to happen from now on. I usually put my sig in an uncroppable place but it’s easily erased.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop them from seeing it, only from reblogging it/liking it. Which is a big problem with Tumblr. If we block someone they shouldn’t be able to see our stuff and we shouldn’t be able to see theirs. She’ll still be able to steal it.

It also won’t stop it from showing up in Google etc searches, which is where she (and I think a lot of others) got a lot of art from. It sucks. I would definitely advise putting a watermark on your work. I hate doing it too, but it’s at least a little bit of protection, and when it says “do not repost” on the image itself, people have to actively ignore that so it puts at least some people off.

But this… THIS is what happens, and why this matters in a fandom. Having your stuff taken, copied, used, etc, kills motivation and makes people want to stop creating. It IS disheartening. There’s no “shouldn’t” about it, @artistic-writer, it’s a totally normal reaction. The whole reason why I stopped making certain kinds of edits is because people kept reposting them, and I did NOT want them on Twitter with actors tagged in them. That made me really uncomfortable, and the only way to stop people from doing it was to stop making the content.

So this behaviour leads directlyto less fan content being created. That’s not what I want. I don’t think that’s what anyone wants.

And that’s why I said something and called it out. I honestly had no idea how much damage this person had already caused to other people and I’m glad it’s all come to light now. Because I think a) it’s important for people affected by this to know they aren’t alone, and b) this isn’t a personal feud or difference of opinion, it’s behaviour that’s going to directly or indirectly affect everyone, and if someone is going around mistreating my friends, putting them off making things, and trying to ruin things for everyone, I want to know about it.

the celtics always play their best after getting punched in the mouth. see y’all sunday.

And they’ve already began forgetting, whether they know it or not (Cal Kestis/Hera Syndulla/Kanan Jarrus)

Summary: With Vader on their tails, Cal tells Hera a hard truth. She doesn’t want to hear it, but she needs to. The only question is, will Kanan ever forgive them for this?

Warnings: Angst, Fake Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Burns, Serious Injuries, Self-Sacrifice, Goodbyes, Nightmares, Scars

Word Count:2,343

Prompt: Angstpril Day 1 - “You have to let me go.”

Author’s Note: you know the Inquisitor!Cal concept I was ranting about? Yeah, this is the start of it lol. I saw that the first Angstpril prompt matched one of my lines of dialogue perfectly and lost my shit, so it’s basically destiny. I hope to continue this in the future as a series, but for now enjoy this terrible, depressing one-shot. :) Title is from Obituary Generator by Mariah Bosch.

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“Hera!”

She won’t stop running. Her body burns with the effort and Cal tugs her hand, trying to stop her, but she keeps going. She may not be able to feel the poison of Vader’s presence quite so literally as he and Kanan can, but she knows he’s not far away.

“They’re in the tunnel, it’s not much farther—” she manages breathlessly.

“Hera, stop!”

He stops cold, forcing her to turn and face him.

The lights flicker in the lifeless hallway, the pair the only people in sight. The floor is cold and the walls dark, the choking colour scheme of an Imperial fortress. Cal feels it more than she does; the Force here is entirely dark and threatens to drown him each passing moment. Maybe that’s why he’s more winded than his Twi’lek companion, or maybe it’s the lightsaber wound across his chest.

Hera had managed to save him from dying at Vader’s blade, but that scar will always remain. It burns into his skin like shame.

“If Vader catches up,” Cal gasps out, breath heaving, “he’ll kill all of us.”

“He won’t if we keep going,” she says sharply, ever sure of herself. “C’mon—”

He pulls her back before she can keep walking. “Hera.” It’s firm and fearful enough to keep her still. “I can distract him.”

BD-1, on the floor next to his feet, wails in distress.

Her eyes widen. “No. No! No, absolutely not—”

“I’m a liability,” he argues, unable to even gesture to his injury without wincing at the pull. “He can’t get his hands on the holocron. If you run ahead, you can get it to Kanan and Cere and the three of you can get the hell out of here.”

“He will kill you!” She grabs his poncho and holds him close. “Or worse, turn you into an Inquisitor!”

Cal cradles her face, his eyes shining with desperation. “My life for thousands,” he whispers. “Like my Masters before me.”

“I can’t let you do this, Cal.”

Already, she’s crying. He’s a stubborn son of a bitch and they both know it. The decision might have already been made, considering the ache she already feels in her chest. It’s not her choice and yet she feels guilt rise like nausea.

He reveals the Holocron, pressing it into her shaking hands. “Bring it to Cere. Protect it with your lives or destroy it,” he orders. “Give those kids the chance me and Kanan never got.”

The chance tolive. He thinks of Master Jaro, of Master Depa, Grey, and Styles. He thinks of his fellow Padawans, all cut down in the name of power. But most of all he thinks of the children listed in that Holocron, who have committed a crime all their lives without ever knowing it.

BD whirrs and it pulls in Cal’s chest. He gives a sad smile, crouching to the little droid’s height.

“Go with Hera, buddy, okay? She’ll take care of you.” He pets BD’s head, trying to ignore the whines he makes. After a moment, he looks back up at Hera. “I’ll hold him back as long as I can.”

A sob lodges itself in Hera’s throat. “Kanan will never forgive you.”

It’s supposed to be a joke, but Cal shuts his eyes tight, pained by the thought as he stands again.

“And you will?” he asks with a rueful huff of laughter.

She puts a gentle hand on his cheek, caressing a scar that rests there. “I already have,” she murmurs.

He shuts his eyes again, that same grimace on his face as he rests his forehead against hers. Then, he kisses her. It’s gentle and drawn out, a lingering sensation against her salty lips. She takes it with an aching sort of grief, the pit of a forbidden knowledge heavy in her stomach. No one should know when their last interaction with someone is, but she does.

“That was for you,” Cal says when he pulls back.

He kisses her again, fiercely this time. It has a message, one she doesn’t understand.

“That was for Kanan.”

He’ll understand it, even if she never will.

Hera hugs him, burying her face in his shoulder as his hand rests on her back. One of her lekku twists around his wrist, as if reminding her of his steadily beating pulse.

Alarms begin to roar around them, a warning.

“Hera.” It’s gentle at first, but he must sense something because desperation catches in his voice. “You have to let me go. Let go. Hera, let go.”

He pries her off, taking her hands in his gloved ones. Though it’s ridiculous, he wishes that an Echo of hers would spark to life and give him one last memory to think of. Instead, he’s left wiping away the remnant of a tear from her cheek. He steps back after, pulling his lightsaber off his belt.

Hera swallows. “Cal, I—”

I love you.

She can’t say it. And she curses herself for it.

They’ve never needed words, but it would mean everything to hear it out loud, just once. Just once, she begs her own unmoving lips.

He smiles, knowing and sad and all the more infuriating. “Me, too,” he whispers.

Not too far away now, another lightsaber buzzes to life.

“Go,” he says finally, his face sharpening into something like determination. “Get out of here!”

She nods and tucks the holocron away into her jacket, allowing BD to hop onto her shoulder. Her first steps are in lead boots, but finally, she manages to shake herself out of her stupor and turn away, running toward the exit. It takes everything in her not to look back, not to seek out one last glimpse of that fiery red hair and the twin pair of yellow blades that snap and hiss as they activate. BD watches, though, a little light blinking on the side of his head. He chirps, almost like a goodbye, but Cal never hears it.

Opposite Cal, the shadow of the galaxy’s golden age looms. He brandishes his blood-red blade, bathed in red and yellow light. His rasping breaths haunt the air.

Though it burns more than anything Cal has ever felt before, he twirls his double-bladed lightsaber, letting its golden light wash over him, secure in the knowledge that his fate is his own.

Finally, the ghost speaks.

“Your attempts are admirable, but useless. You and your friends will fall at my hand. There is no escape.”

“Does it look like I’m running?” Cal asks, settling into a fighting stance. “Musty bitch.”

*

Hera flies up from bed, her throat burning like she’s been screaming.

A jerk away from the cold metal wall of her bunk sends her over the edge of it, right toward the floor. She has half a second to close her eyes and brace herself for the impact, but—

It never comes.

She opens her eyes, only to find the floor a few inches away. A green mist encompasses her body, holding her up and keeping her safe. Glancing at the door of her room, she sees Merrin in the doorway, her fingers smoking with that same green mist.

“You should think about installing railings,” the Nightsister says dryly.

Hera only huffs and tenses when she starts to move. With a wave of Merrin’s pale hand, she’s standing upright and is let down carefully. She steadies herself with a deep breath, unaware of the little droid at her friend’s heels.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, dusting herself off. Then, she glances up. “How did you know I was—?”

“I didn’t. Cere asked me to check on you. Lucky for your face.”

If Hera didn’t know her any better, it would be sharp, but unfortunately, she does. So, she snorts. “Lucky for the floor.”

She goes to stretch, her muscles sore with sleep. Instead, she stops abruptly, wincing when her lekku tingles. Lifting a hand to its end, she doesn’t notice the flash of concern on Merrin’s face until she speaks again.

“Alright?”

“Fine, just slept on it funny. It’s numb,” she admits with a rueful laugh.

Raising an eyebrow, Merrin wiggles her fingers, miming magick. “I can help,” she suggests.

Hera visibly hesitates. “…you can?”

Nightsister magicks tend to be dark, according to Kanan and, once upon a time, Cal, but that doesn’t mean they always are. They have the capacity to heal and, though aware of that, Hera didn’t realise they could help with numbness of all things.

“A touch of healing magick and a massage,” Merrin explains shortly. “It’s not rocket science.”

Hera laughs. “If it were, I’d understand it.” Then, she nods. “I’d appreciate it.”

They settle on the bottom bunk, which usually belongs to Sabine. However, the teen has been trying to barter for the top bunk and, with this latest fall, Hera is tempted to give in. The young Mandalorian is sturdier than she is and far less prone to night terrors.

Merrin has a surprisingly gentle touch, carefully interwoven with wisps of glowing mist. Despite her initial reluctance, Hera lets out a grateful sigh when the feeling starts to return to her lekku. It’s like walking around swinging a numb arm; intensely uncomfortable. While Merrin works, BD-1 approaches, beeping concernedly and nudging the Twi’lek’s leg with his head.

“I’m okay, BD,” she reassures gently.

After a moment, Merrin speaks in a whisper. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Hera has to look away from BD-1, something in her chest wrenching. She shuts her eyes. “No,” she says finally. “Not really.”

Merrin must notice her reaction to their droid friend because after a long enough moment to be somewhat normal, she speaks to him. “BD, could you go find her head wrap? She might have left it on the Mantis.”

He leaps up, chirping determinedly. When he rushes out of the room, intent on helping, Hera can’t help but let out a breath of relief.

Still working away, Merrin sighs. “You should hang back when we get to Lothal. We could use a pilot in case things go wrong.”

“Greez already offered,” she reminds her, frowning.

“The Mantis isn’t exactly ideal for the type of cargo we’re…borrowing.” She pauses. “Besides, you need a break.”

“I’mfine.”

She scoffs. “Yes, falling from your bed in a fit of terror is the behaviour of a fine person.” At Hera’s silence, she sighs again. “Look, I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Things have been difficult lately and whatever you see in your sleep isn’t helping. Just…let yourself rest, Hera. The galaxy won’t implode if you take a nap.”

Tell that to the Empire. Maybe they’d hold off on pulling the trigger, she thinks ruefully.

Eventually, she relaxes, and when Merrin finishes, BD reappears. This time, however, he’s not alone. Kanan stands a step behind him, eyes tight with worry. The weight on his shoulders lessens minutely at the sight of Hera.

BD ignores him, running up to the Twi’lek with her leather headwrap held tight in one metal foot. He beeps excitedly as he hands it to her.

She gives him as much of a smile as she can currently manage. “Thank you, BD. You’re my hero.”

He nudges her fondly before scampering over to Merrin, who huffs amusedly.

“C’mon,” she says, leaning down as she stands from the bunk so he can leap onto her shoulder. “Let’s see if we can’t coax Rabid out, hm?”

On their way out of the room, she sends a knowing glance at both Hera and Kanan before the door shuts behind her. Her voice, directed toward the devil droid on her shoulder, starts to fade after a few moments, growing more distant.

“I…” Kanan has to clear his throat, which is drier than Tatooine. “I felt your distress in the Force. Came back as soon as I could. You okay?”

Hera takes a moment to slip on her headwrap, grateful at the fact that her lekku are no longer tingling. “Better now, I think,” she admits.

He takes a step forward, asking. At her nod, he moves to sit beside her on the lower bunk and pulls her to his side. She rests her head on his shoulder. Shutting her eyes, she finally lets herself relax, knowing that she must be safe here, of all places. She takes comfort in Kanan’s touch and the way he runs his thumb across her shoulder, too. His breath of relief against her forehead makes her smile, just a little.

(And it certainly helps to clutch the stupid poncho he’s wearing in her hand. It’s an ugly near-white with black patterning that forms an arrow near the bottom. Outlander was what Cal called it. He loved giving them dramatic names like he’d made his own clothing line or something. Hera hates the Outlander one.)

“Nightmares?” he murmurs.

She nods slightly.

He hesitates, but finally asks what she’s anticipating. “The same one again?”

“Isn’t it always?” she retorts, more sad than sharp. There’s a long moment of silence before she speaks again and when she does, her voice wavers. “I can’t remember what he looked like.”

“Hera—”

“I know he had a scar on his cheek and across the bridge of his nose, that he had red hair and green eyes and the cutest karking smile in the galaxy, but I can’trememberit,” Hera says shakily. “I know what heshouldlook like, but I can’t…pictureit. And it drives me insane.”

Kanan squeezes her shoulder. “It’s been ten years. I forget, too.”

“I hate it,” she whispers.

The kiss to her temple is sweet and soft and it should bring her some sort of relief, but it doesn’t. It’s not nearly enough and Kanan knows that. There’s nothing he can do to soothe the ache in her chest where Cal used to live, because he can’t even soothe his own gaping wound.

All he can do is hold her close and say: “I know. I know.”

But, thinking of tear-stained, freckled cheeks and a bitter kiss goodbye, she can’t help but wonder if he really does.

*

River’s Tags: @mystoragehatesme&@hahaboop

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PSA: stop making your favorite songs couple songs, if you break up your going to hate the song afterwards. It`s not worth it, find new songs that way you can keep your favorite songs even if you break up.

Gee Discord it sure would be great if you let me cancel my Nitro subscription since you won’t let me log into my account anymore….

oh- but wouldn’t you know it- you need to LOG IN TO YOUR DISCORD ACCOUNT to cancel- which I can’t DO!

Like the title says, I made one. I’m planning another trip to Japan this summer, and I’m intending post about my plans and adeventures there. If you guys are interested in those types of things (+One Piece theories/opinions and random reblogs) go follow I suppose? I’ll probably post pics of my last trip as well.

@casual568a

I just wanted to mention this, now have a nice day/night.

okay so i came on here to look for something and i noticed a few msgs in my askbox and i just wanna remind y’all again this blog is not in use. 
i moved i’m over here now : you’ll find it’s more than just supernatural
okay bless have a beautiful day

When oh when will my notifications come home from the war.

Or possibly stop coming home from the war might be more accurate.

Sorry for the lame posts. I’m just in a mood. But I’m listening to Blurryface so that’s good.

trans-cuchulainn:

the maddening experience of having a book you wanted to recommend to someone, NOT writing it down, and inevitably finding you cannot remember for the life of you what the book was when you actually come to do that

I REMEMBERED THE BOOK because the author tweeted about it ahhh thank god that was gonna bug me

usamarusims:

kotehoksims:

This is my last response for what happened to me and @XXXtigger. Just want to explain everything clearly.

I’m not mean at all. Do I? I offered help to anyone who ever comes to me for as much as I could. I never thought refuse to things I’m not able to do could cause this kind of drama.

Here is some quoting from @xxxtigger

First let me say that I have over 1, 662 friends on Facebook. I run a CC group that promotes new CC creators and that group is almost 2k. I have ALWAYS given you credit for your work!
I have done nothing but praise your name in my group and promote you by recoloring your hair.
You are NOT on Facebook so you have not seen this!

Dude, I don’t care how many followers you got, I have my own community, I don’t need your promotion.You know I’m only on tumblr and you barely tagged me so that I don’t even remember you are recoloring me for such a long time.

Is there anybody could do something like one hand speaking bad things about a creator and the other hand making profit of his stuff?

I don’t want to say it so ugly, but I have to, will you still praise and promote me when you are refused by me from the first day? I’m afraid then I was a mean person for you since Day 1.

So here is what happened in day 1, she came to me said she had problem with recolor my hair, and ask me for help. I helped her fix it and teach her how to include the mesh, I thought this could save her energy.

I never thought later she could recolored every single hair of mine. This is what happened few months later. Thank you! My mods is so fking sucks that it needs you to redo them all.

But I didn’t say anything back to that time, I’m afraid if I say something could hurt her as she is a new creator, so I still allow her to recolor my mods but stop including mesh,Is that too much to ask for? Btw, I let her keep her old recoloring files that including my mesh, just don’t include my mesh in the future.

In the last year I have watched you grow, paid for your Patreon, (anytime I could afford it) which has been a lot!

Ok, thank you for supporting me 17 dollars, that’s a huge amount of money, I wanted to refund you, but its been over 3 months, patreon not allow that, would you accept paypal?

And when she had once publish her recolor version just right after I post something new for early access. That’s a small thing, but something uncomfortable.

But I DO NOT NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO RECOLOR! Every other creator in the world knows this!

So I guess you are recoloring my mods right? Do you ever create a single mod by yourself? I hope you do in the future then you know what creations mean to us creators. LOL, this should be on your BIO. Just to show other creators how great you are, you are the boss of the whole sims community.

It’s was really nice to be able to include the mesh when you gave me permission, (not gonna lie) but then you started getting offended because I started getting popular with my recolors. 

What? Is ? fking? Wrong? With? You? I don’t even follow you anywhere and I don’t know if you are getting popular or not, I just don’t care about it, how could you say something like this? If you getting popular then does it harmful to me? Why do I getting offended?

But now…. Seems like your more about the money.. more about credit

About what money?????? Do I got paid when you making profit from recoloring my files or what?

Credit, yes, please. I create mods days and nights, credit is the only thing I asked for. Is that too much? Are you getting tired mentioning or tag me when you posting? Then stay away from me, and never use my stuff, then you don’t have to credit.

I only said… I started recoloring your hairs because not everyone likes to use the color system.

Do you know what this mean to me? My colors are my pride, I love them so much. If anyone doesn’t like it, it should be me who fix it. What are you to stepping on my toes and saying people don’t like it? Oh thank you, I will continue to do more color stuff for my followers and if someone doesn’t like it just block me ok? I don’t need your downgrading my stuff.

Just know that I will be posting this in my group.. and everyone I know will stop going to your Patreon, because this is NOT the way to handle things.

Ok, please be good to them and protect them from being poisoned by my stuff, block me please!!!

Also, I asked for your help to learn how to do my own conversions but you didn’t have time for that, and only have got meaner and meaner since then.

Ok, I was sorry for that I don’t have time to teach you, so I sent you those real good and detailed tutorials that I used to learned from.  I guess you never opened them and just wanted me to teach you everything from the beginning?  Sorry I could not do that and good luck for you to find someone could satisfy your request.

I hope we will never contact with each other in anyways, block me forever please. I wish I never knew you, I sent lots of love and when I was not able to fulfil what you asked, then I became the so called mean person. Damn good the fucking bye!

@xxxtigger

I usually let things slip if I think it’s not serious enough, but this time it’s really getting off my nerve.

The events are as follows:-

On 09.03.2022, you recoloured my CC. You have (i) included my mesh in your recoloured file, and (ii) exported my mesh, and included in your Blender scene. This are both against Article 3 Clause (B) and Article 4 Clause © of my TOU. A reblogged version of your post is here. 

On 15.07.2022, I have no knowledge about your actions until it has been brought to my attention by a friend. On the same day, I immediately requested you to remove the items. Upon my request, you did what I ask. However, I HAVE NOT YET RECEIVED AN APOLOGY pertaining to the re-uploading and inclusion of my mesh. 

The only, well, based on the context, I do not know if it could be called an “apology”, I have received now is for not reading my TOU. Followed by the so-called “apology”, your justification of not checking out my TOU before recolouring/re-uploading my items ismerely because the items will be opened to the public. 

This is extremely ridiculous. This is obviously an issue of mutual respect and lack of conscience. We gave you support, and you chose to repay us by profiting off our work and not showing any respect. 

You also do not care to check whether the mesh is included before uploading, LET ALONE OUR TOU.  

Apparently, you do not think that you have done something wrong. Benefitting of someone’s work, putting someone’s meshes behind a paywall, not respecting creators’ TOU. LOL, you even get annoyed when @kotehoksims​ upgraded her colour system because it adds to your “workload”? So entitled and ignorant. 

Also, don’t even put your hands on any of my stuff now. It sickens me at the thought of them being tarnished. 

And oh, should I even mention that you also included exclusive meshes of creators (hy*******c******w & si**4*ife) in your blender scene? 

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While I do not think that Kotehoksims is in the right considering their content is STOLEN FROM A MOBILE GAME, I am going to address something.

A while back when I first called out Cowbuild I did mention some of the digusting comments about me (and others who hold similar views about perma-paywalls) on Cowbuild’s own patreon by her patrons. And I would like to point out:

This comment here was written by XXXtigger. I blurred out her name at the time but I thought it funny that she was bootlicking so hard for a known doxxer.

Did y'all also know she has a facebook group she runs? Oh yeah. Let me show you some screenshots of how she’s handling this mess right now submitted to me by some friends of mine in her group:

Oh and this part is really ironic….

So…if it’s content from a creator you like who stole it, people complaining about it being paywalled is them being spoiled rich kids, but if it’s something YOU want to recolor or use…EA’s rules suddenly apply?

Also good on cowbuild for knowing how to steal 3D meshes? What a really bad take…

Now I will be real, I have known for a while that xxxtigger is a problematic person. I’m friends with people who used to work with her/were friends with her who sadly had to discontinue friendship over differences about the ethics of CC.

She has always to me seemed very much like the type of person who will gush and promote the creators she thinks will give her attention, while trying to act like her own content is hot shit on tumblr and facebook when it relies heavily on content from other places (honestly I’ve seen a lot of her stuff that has content from multiple intellectual properties that I know she doesn’t have rights to, and using meshes I doubt she’s asked real permission for based on the evidence above…)

So while Kotehoksims isn’t really excellent for trying to make bank off of content from Shining Nikki, xxxtigger is honestly just as much of an issue. Her opinions will change to benefit her, and she will kiss up to whoever she thinks will give her what she wants.

So there, an opinion from someone who has no skin in the fight but does know about the stripes of one of the “tiggers” in it. Ha.