ARTSHIELD

Putting out another resource for people if their PC is too old to glaze or do their work on mobile platforms

Artshield works by digitally watermarking your art into tricking AI scrapers into thinking its also AI and thus excluding it from the pool of sampled images. Granted it's methods are not as potent as nightshade or glaze, but its browser based and fast so you can have at least some protection on your art rather than none.

Example of an un-guarded picture

Same image put through Artshield.

See any differences? no? Thats because unlike glaze or nightshade the process is a lot more simplistic and changes the art in more subtle ways, while that makes the protection a bit thinner the artifacting is much less noticeable. but dont worry, its there!

as you can see theres blurring and artifacting on anything an AI might look for, such as lines, changes in color, and background patterns. While its not much out of JPEG compression, its more than posting your work without any protection due to PC limitations.

It sucks as artists we have to jump through such hoops to make sure our livelihoods aren't stolen but there is hope that tools are being made to keep us safe, showing there are those that still stand with us against the fight on AI.

Little story about consolation (Scarab attempting to write comfort story for Prismo is everything to me)

filmed a truck coming in that contained the oranges that Abu Rabeh, the shop owner, was throwing onto the aid trucks ♥️

here. take it. it doesn't take more than two seconds to help.

Hello Prohibited Wish nation, ya'll got room for one more?

save me prohibitedwish,,, save me

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absolutely no one: me: The Ancient Magus Bride isn't really a "romance" the way most people tend to think. Despite its few moments, one of, if not, the main focus of the series is about how the qualities of interpersonal relationships differ vastly between each individual. Your relationship with one friend may function incredibly differently from another friend, because the unique combination of those circumstances and personalities will affect how you coexist with one another and define each others' "roles" in your lives. For Elias and Chise, the growth of their relationship is also parallel to their growth as people. The way they met had a very big impact on how they viewed and treated each other in the beginning of the series. Chise, being completely alone and in a very vulnerable position and simply not caring because she had already given up on her life, and Elias buying taking her in because of her innate magical ability. As Elias is nonhuman and unable to relate to the human experience and human emotions, we later learn that one of his motivations for acquiring a human companion was because he wanted to understand these emotions more and feel closer to humanity. The circumstances of their meeting is explicitly mentioned, by a few characters, to be a generally fucked up thing to do, and one of the core aspects of Chise's early character development was how not to become complacent with relying on Elias so much. Chise is gradually learning how to value herself, separately from Elias, with the help of the people she has met. Elias himself struggles with his lack of emotional experience, occasionally lashing out when he feels new, strong emotions that he doesn't know how to react to or control. Put together, they are both still very immature characters and absolutely not ready or capable to commit themselves to any type of romantic relationship. Instead, the series focuses on the complexities of this human-nonhuman companionship, how their relationship can't solely be defined by human expectations and labels, and how to navigate the ever-changing state of interpersonal relationships combined with the ever-changing state of personal development. A lot of it comes from Chise herself, realizing that she not only wants to live but also wants to value herself as a person more than what she can selflessly give away to others. There are many people who genuinely care for her and are actively trying to help her see her own worth. Through these experiences and these connections that she forms with these characters is what gives her the strength to grow. The series is commonly tagged as a romance, though the elements of the genre are miniscule and not anywhere near as relevant as the main themes of learning how to love others, learning how to love the world around you, and most importantly-- learning how to love yourself.

What would Scarab's reaction be when he saw Nightmo for the first time?

" ... curious."

nightmo on the other hand...

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!!

Credit to @inkclover and @cropc-space for the fit inspo!!

I think I might render one of these sketches but it depends on how much creative energy I’ve got :/

Drawing without blur and some extra lil thoughts under the cut!

I put snapdragons on his qipao because ✨flower language✨

He’s in his human disguise!!! And snapdragons mean cordiality and concealment!! It’s perfect :D

Also I tried to have the fan covering his face with his blue wall form! Idk if that made sense but ye :)

✨新年快�� Happy Lunar New Year! 🐉🧧

had a lotta fun trading ideas with @starry-mang0s and @cropc-space about their outfits weehhhehhh!

went thru a few poses until we settled on one that ain’t stiff looking while also not obscuring their embroidery patterns dkdjdjdjfvn

don't just reblog these. read them. sit with them. understand this is actually happening.

"Pain. Then more pain. Then more of this pain. Until you wake up. And you turn this pain into strength and resilience and power. The thousands are stories, each person who has experience an unnatural level of heartbreak and pain. Those in Palestine who are now exhausted, so be their strength and be their voice." from Rahma Zein, 12/Feb/2024:

How you can help Palestine while being a minor/child

If you're someone who does not earn money or cannot donate because you're a child and you're under the care of a guardian but still want to help the suffering Palestinians this is a list that can help you

Educate yourself! I cannot stress how important this is. Stay up to date with the latest news and learn about the history of Palestine so you do not get confused by propaganda

Boost posts about Palestine and spread awareness! Share posts about Palestine [make sure to fact check] and talk to your families and friends to do the same (it's understandable if you cannot talk about these things with your family and friends though)

Do not engage with zionists! Troll bots are becoming more and more common and engaging with them will only benefit them. Ignore and move on. The world stands with Palestine and we do not need to prove that.

Save evidence! The governments WILL DENY the genocide they are committing and will try their best to remove evidence from all social media platforms. Save videos, articles, and pictures so that you have a strong evidence base to present when the time comes.

Show your solidarity! Put a watermelon in your bio, wear red green black and white colours, put a Palestinian flag on your schoolbag. Every little thing counts.

Boycott! Avoid McDonald's, Starbucks and other companies that support israel. Ask your parents to eat somewhere else if they suggest McDonald's, and ask your friends to choose a different cafe if they go to starbucks.

I will add links and update this list when I think of more. Add anything else you think should be included in the reblogs

still absolutely cannot wrap my head around how ppl are not condemning the iof and calling for a permanent ceasefire even after the news broke out about hind. she was six years old. trapped inside a bombed car where five of her relatives are martyred. iof tanks laid siege on a six year old girl calling her mom for help. because she was scared and alone and starving. iof waited until the paramedics came to save hind and killed them all. remember hind. remember yousef. remember ahmed. death to israel. ceasefire now.

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hello yes don't mind me... just gonna seared this into my mind as an animatic i won't have time to make- (sobbing)

Prohibited Wish Drabble (Some Friendly Encouragement)

Scarab flings the piece of paper about, clicking in unrest from the many thoughts running a mile a minute in his mind.

“What’s that?”

“A pamphlet.” He doesn’t feel in the mood to speak with Prismo currently, but his allotted time outside the Time Room is up for the day. He has nowhere to escape to, unless he forces himself asleep again to regain his 2D form. He is not inclined to do that quite yet.

“What kind of—

“Fiona gave it to me before my therapy appointment. It’s an information booklet, known as a ‘pamphlet’ to humans. The topic discussed in it is mental health.”

Scarab pronounces the words mental health awkwardly, as if saying them for the first time. It’s impossible to fault him for it. The concept is more foreign to him than the operating system of the multiverse’s most advanced universe.

“Oh. That’s cool. Did therapy go alright?”

Scarab is too preoccupied with accessing his memories to accurately respond to Prismo’s question to notice the distinct longing in the Wishmaster’s voice.

“It went well enough,” Scarab finally concedes, “For what little I expected from it, the humans thought I was a fair patient.”

Illness as it is attributed to mental health issues was something Scarab could at least partially comprehend. The mind controls the body, is at least the case for most beings like Scarab, so it makes sense that it would be essential for his mind to practice good health habits. That consequently included talking to a human doctor about his anger and violent impulses. Which seemed straightforward in theory, but in practice, Scarab was unsure of its purpose.

“Oh! Well, that’s good,” is Prismo’s praise, and the dream withdraws from Scarab, expecting the fighting bug to not press the topic further.

Surprisingly, Scarab huffs out a breath at the pamphlet in his clawed grip and he winds himself up, beginning to rant again.

“It still puzzles me. I never once worried about this mental health thing before, and my successes have been many. I made a name for myself and barely ever retained enough damage to be kept out of commission for longer than a year. Sure, I was hated, for good reason rest assured, and alone far more than what I was used to… but I still had an excellent track record. Up until the end.” He goes silent, dropping the last word like a pebble in still waters. Prismo doesn’t dare say anything first, opting to fold his hands neatly over his lap and wait, eyeing the other quietly.

Scarab doesn’t quite sigh, but he does hunch over and exhale at the same time, a heavy whoosh leaving his mouth and his eyes peering down at the Time Room’s floor.

“Of course, I am quicker to resort to violence than many of the peers I have met over the years.”

“Oh?” Prismo says before he could stop himself, the surprise at hearing Scarab admit this too strong to repress the reply.

Scarab turns his attention to Prismo, not negatively. Hesitation freezes his voice, but it does not stop him from asking the dream, “Do you think I am evil, Prismo?” His tone is curious, yet quivering. The voice of someone who’s asked the same thing to himself in the dark of the night, with great fear of the possible replies.

Prismo pauses, blinking several times before his face folds into a deep and distinct look of sadness.

“No, Scarab. I don’t think that. Yeah you’re sometimes easy to anger and quick to act on that anger. But lots of beings are too. And very few actually take the time to get some help for it.”

Neither of them choose to mention that Scarab had to be coerced into attending the sessions.

“… You know more than me about this mental health thing, then,” Scarab slowly sounds out.

“Nah,” Prismo replies nonchalantly, attention already drifting back to the television screen, “What would I know about that, really? All I’m good for is granting wishes.”

Scarab had taken in an inessential breath, fully prepared to continue his unanswered rant, but Prismo’s flippant remark makes him pause. The pink projection continues staring absent-mindedly at the very quiet screen embedded in the wall, not noticing how Scarab squints at him. Prismo’s pink hands itch to raise the volume so he can drown out the background static of the Room.

Waiting a long moment for Prismo to say something else, something more reassuring, Scarab walks slowly over to his figure lounging on the wall. He is far closer to Prismo than usual. Scarab traces over those twitchy hands with one of his own, jolting at the touch of magic, raking his graze over the expanse of his body, up to the vacant stare of the dream.

“Prismo. What do you mean?”

Finally, the Wishmaster glances at his roommate and notices his sudden piqued interest.

“Ah— Nothing! Well, not nothing nothing.” His appearance expands, shrinks, then expands again into various shapes and sizes, using the Time Room as a canvas for his fidgeting.

“Just forget that! It’s not important. I just say stuff without thinking sometimes, you know this, I’m a mumbler, a lost cause, really no help for me—

“Prismo,” Scarab warns, standing and walking to the center of the room, from where he can see all of Prismo at once the most easily. Nervous rambling cut short, Prismo’s mouth sits in a wobbly line and his arms are wrapped around himself. Scarab’s eyes drift to the mental health pamphlet on the ground between them, and the words WORDS OF AFFIRMATION stand out to him immediately. Ah, that’s it, Scarab thinks.

“Prismo. You are the most kind, intelligent, and empathetic being that I know. And have ever known,” Scarab stumbles through the achingly sweet compliment, unused to expressing sentiments that were expressly true and equally embarrassing to divulge.

Prismo freezes in shock, disbelief crowding his features. He can’t possibly have heard Scarab right.

Scarab continues, “You love mortals and wish-makers enough to help them think of good wishes, not just stupid or selfish ones. I would not be so kind as to do that— or I guess I wouldn’t have been, before seeing the good that can come from it after watching you.”

Scarab watches the magic of Prismo, his form large and pink and slightly shimmering with the ever-luminescent glow of the dreamer’s power.

“And- and- you’re beautiful,” he says slowly, gazing at his roommate, and really, his savior.

Prismo gasps violently, feeling so thrown off and flustered that he clutches at his face, color deepening to a magmatic fuscia.

“You give good advice, you make excellent pickles, you helped me and anyone who asks for it, you’re—

“OKAY! Okay, that’s alright, I understand what you’re doing Scrabby.” Prismo had to stop him, if only to save himself from drowning in the unbelievable happiness that filled him from receiving such high praise from the most stuck-up, most hard-working god he knows.

“Do you believe me?” Scarab asks plainly, cutely blunt as he kneels on the floor, mask tucked back in favor of letting his bug-eyed gaze pin Prismo down.

“I— I’ll try to. From now on.” Prismo smiles weakly, trying to gauge how Scarab feels about his compromise. To his relief, Scarab nods seriously. Some kind of pact, maybe the best kind, had been formed between them.

*points the yuri beam at y'all yaoi* ...YURI BEAM GO-! rough sketches under the cut