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liauditore · 8 months

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hehe. small.

just some casual brainrot art for the au i have in my head that i should probably draw the intro comic to sometime👍putting these under 'liaumercAU' til i find a better name 😭😭

look below the cut for my nonsense 👍

OK SO.. this was originally gonna be called the 'ethubs mercenary au' cus it was mainly ethubs-centric (and still kinda is) BUT i have scope creep issues and slowly it's become more and more broad and now the entire player list of the life series has some sort of role to play in it along with several hermits. yes i have a problem don't. Talk to me.

anyway,,, these guys are a pack of orphan street rats menacing the streets of Rivendell, living off of pick-pocketing and other mischief. Absolute public nuisances.

No exact ages cus I don't like em but Martyn's the oldest and has a bit of a leader complex about it. You'll most likely find him challenging other boys to prize fights in the middle of the street.

He and Jimmy have formed a bit of a partnership that they call the 'property police' in which they (attempt to) run a mafia-like extortion scheme with the local shopkeeps by charging them protection fees. They're only successful with the few that choose to show them pity or just think their antics are cute.

Grian's just a bit younger than Martyn and likes to lie comparatively low but secretly thinks of himself as the lead in that "these idiots would be dead without me" kinda way. Despite his age he's got connections everywhere and wants to leave the empire one day to set up his own little settlement somewhere out in the wilderness (he calls this "project EVO").

Just cus he's more logic-oriented and prefers to send any of the other three to do the dirty work doesn't mean he's afraid to thrown down when pissed though, which a lot of people have learnt the hard way. He's frail but his punches HURT.

Pearl's the youngest and the most likely to just grab your wallet and run away with it while cackling. She's got way too much energy for anyone to deal with so it's probably a good thing she has Martyn to roughhouse with. She's got the worldview of one of those small dogs that thinks they can take on pit bulls and huskies five times their size and won't hesitate to jump into a fight if she sees one of her friends involved (she has bitten so many people).

Scott just shows up from time to time to hang out with them and is weirdly secretive about who he is or where he came from. His clean shoes and ability to read hints that he's probably more well-off than the four. Grian's somewhat wary of him but nobody else is willing to put up with Pearl's mud-wrestling when Martyn's not around so he's allowed to stick around.

That's all for now before i spoil the whole thing but despite their hardships they have each other 👍until bad things happen and they don't but that's for the future 😊😊

#my art #liaumercAU #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #tried to base these mostly off of their old skins with some creative liberties here and there #<-- cus grians old skin is link lmao

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toughtink · 7 months

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here's the thing about playing around with generative "ai" aka applied statistics based on stolen data: even if it's just for teehee haha laughs and funtime for you, even if you're not using it to replace real talent in a professional setting, it's a tacit endorsement of these shady as fuck, unethical training models and companies that will happily use your teehee haha generated memes to sell their tech to others who will then happily replace real creative people with technology that seeks to undermine them and then have to rehire those people at half the pay and with none of the credit to fix the absolute sludge they're generating in place of a proper job. and that's the optimistic outcome because the alternative is they say "good enough" about this meaningless, lowest-common-denominator sludge and send it out to consumers as is.

even if you're just the consumer in this system and not one of the creatives getting undercut, why in the world would you want to read or watch or interact with something that no one could even be bothered to make themselves? why in the world would you want to encourage that future?

#we need regulation asap #but also like.....we just need a cultural shift that actually appreciates all the art that the public has been happily consuming for years #as well as appreciating the artists responsible for it #let's have some goddamn solidarity across creative disciplines #fuck ai #shouting into the void #rant #ai #ai generated #chatgpt #stable diffusion

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mudblockz · 1 year

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need to know what they lace the Life Series with, I have never experienced such a flow of creativity as every time a new season drops

suddenly I need to know how to draw, animate, design cosplays, write songs, create headcanons, and publish 20 fics in one day

#life series #limited life #trafficblr #third life #last life #double life #grian #goodtimeswithscar #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #martyn inthelittlewood #I HAVE NEVER HAD SO MANY ANIMATION IDEAS IN MY LIFE #how do they keep cranking up the creative juices in such capacity #i can't even draw

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mimisempai · 8 months

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As this gif says...

#WGA Strike #Writers Strike #WGA #WGA Strong #SAG AFTRA #SAG AFTRA Strike #SAG-AFTRA Strong #Union Strong #Justice for Creatives #Fans in Solidarity #pay your actors #pay your writers #Good Omens #Good Omens 2 #Renew Good Omens

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mostlysignssomeportents · 8 months

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That means that for a work to be eligible for copyright in the USA, it must satisfy three criteria:

1. It must be creative. Copyright does not apply to non-creative works (say, a phone book listing everyone in a town in alphabetical order), even if the work required a lot of labor. Copyright does not protect effort, it protects creativity. You can spend your whole life making a phone book and get no copyright, but the haiku you toss off in ten seconds while drunk gets copyright’s full protection. 2. It must be tangible. Copyright only applies to creative works that are “fixed in a tangible medium.” A dance isn’t copyrightable, but a video of someone dancing is, as is a written description of the dance in choreographers’ notation. A singer can’t copyright the act of singing, but they can copyright the recording of the song. 3. It must be of human authorship. Only humans are eligible for copyright. A beehive’s combs may be beautiful, but they can’t be copyrighted. An elephant’s paintings may be creative, but they can’t be copyrighted. A monkey’s selfie may be iconic, but it can’t be copyrighted.

The works an algorithm generates —be they still images, audio recordings, text, or videos — cannot be copyrighted.

For creative workers, this is huge. Our bosses, like all bosses, relish the thought of firing us all and making us homeless. You will never love anything as much as your boss hates paying you. That’s why the most rampant form of theft in America is wage theft. Just the thought of firing workers and replacing them with chatbots is enough to invoke dangerous, persistent priapism in the boardrooms of corporate America.

- Everything Made By an AI Is In the Public Domain: The US Copyright Office offers creative workers a powerful labor protective

THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR MY KICKSTARTER for the audiobook for "The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation," a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and make a new, good internet to succeed the old, good internet. It's a DRM-free book, which means Audible won't carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org

Going to Burning Man? Catch me on Tuesday at 2:40pm on the Center Camp Stage for a talk about enshittification and how to reverse it; on Wednesday at noon, I'm hosting Dr Patrick Ball at Liminal Labs (6:15/F) for a talk on using statistics to prove high-level culpability in the recruitment of child soldiers.

On September 6 at 7pm, I'll be hosting Naomi Klein at the LA Public Library for the launch of Doppelganger.

On September 12 at 7pm, I'll be at Toronto's Another Story Bookshop with my new book The Internet Con: How to Seize the Means of Computation.

#labor #copyright #public domain #ai #creative workers #hype #criti-hype #enshittification #llcs with mfas #solidarity #collective power

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ice-cap-k · 6 months

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In Their Structure

Just came from Tango's first Secret Life episode and I'm positively vibrating.

Cross-posted on AO3 here: In Their Structure

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They won. Against all odds, they had won. The pesky homeworld gems were no longer a major threat. Life was theirs.

It was an amazing feeling. There had been plenty of celebrating. They danced. They

sang under the stars. Hugs had been passed around and special moments of appreciation for each other were shared all around. Even Grian and Scar, who had originally planned on going back to Homeworld, cheered alongside the others long after they had unfused with the rest of the Opal gems.

But now that the danger had passed and things had died down, the deserters were left with a conundrum. They were huddled around a coffee table in the main living space of the Crastle. Nervous glances were spared back and forth between each other and the five bubbles on the tabletop. By now, enough time had passed that if the gems inside left the confines of the bubbles, their bodies would begin to reform. The real question, though, was what should be done with them.

The gems around the table sure didn’t feel like winners anymore.

“We should shatter them and be done with it,” Bdubs grumbled from behind the couch.

Grian slapped his hand down on the table, making some of the other gems around him jump. “Agreed. Let’s do the smart thing for once and be done with it”

“Isn’t that being a little hasty?” Jimmy’s voice shook a little. He found himself leaning into Scott, despite being considerably taller than the sapphire. Scott leaned back reassuringly. “I mean, they just came here to do a job like the rest of us.”

Impulse worried his thumb against the back of his knuckles. He stared down at the floor between their feet, anxious and torn. “Skizz is in there. He was our friend before all of this. He’s not a bad gem.”

“The topaz?” Grian blinked at him incredulously. “He had a nickname?!” To think there was such off-color behavior even among loyal homeworld gems.

The mood shifted in the room to something more somber. The bismuth nodded, and beside him a sad smile appeared on Tango’s face. “He was always a little silly. I feel bad. He honestly tried to help me back there. I can’t imagine considering shattering him, but I’m not so sure leaving him in a bubble is much better.”

“Friend or not, need I remind you that even though he knew you, even though he knew Tango, he still chose to attack us?” Cleo looked down at the two gems with a scathing glare. She crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. “You do remember that big Obsidian attack that he willingly chose to be a part of, right?”

Both of the gems flinched at her words.

“Yeah…”

Impulse’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, well, what about me?” His voice cracked. He squared his shoulders as he met her glare with his own. There was frustration and a hint of fear bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. “I helped them too. You knew what was happening when I went along with their hunt for rogue gems, but that doesn’t change the fact that I helped them. Are you going to shatter me too?”

“Of course not,” Tango said instantly. But he was the only one who spoke up. Realization dawned on the carnelian as Impulse shrunk deeper into his seat. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. You’re all a bunch of crazy people if you’re thinking of shattering Impulse, of all people.” Heat rolled off the smaller gem in waves. Whisps of hair flickered into fire as he curled his fists in his lap. The smell of burnt fabric started to fill the room.

“Hey! Off the couch!” Bdubs rushed to a window and threw open the shutters. A cool breeze wafted in, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the smell. ”Jimmy! Do something!”

Tango was already climbing down from the couch, but Jimmy was faster. The lapis pulled moisture from a nearby pond. The water came streaming in through the open window. Jimmy directed it with a wave of his hand, sending it at Tango and the couch.

The water hit with a rough splash that nearly knocked the carnelian off his feet. Tango shouted, only to be cut off as the water went over his face. It left him dripping wet, hair audibly sizzling where it was still hot.

“Sorry Tango,” Jimmy said sheepishly, dropping the water. What was left fell to the floor with a loud splat. There would be a puddle left over, but the smell of burning was gone at least.

Bdubs only smirked.“Don’t say sorry, Jimmy. You did good. I can’t have you burning this place down around us, Tango.” The nephrite pulled away from the window so he could rejoin the others around the table. Still, his one eye kept flicking back to the ruined couch with thinly veiled annoyance.

“You all should be the ones apologizing to Impulse,” Tango snapped.

“Listen.” Cleo rolled her eyes. She rubbed her temples with her thumbs and forefingers to counteract the headache these fools were giving her. “No, I don’t think we should be shattering Impulse. Far from it. He hasn’t done enough to deserve that, but you are on thin ice.” She jabbed a finger in the bismuth’s direction. “I wouldn’t be opposed to you spending some time in a bubble yourself.”

A small, even voice cut Impulse off before he could respond. “All this arguing is going nowhere.” It was Scott. All eyes went to the sapphire at Jimmy’s side. “Trust me, pursuing that argument is just going to waste time.”

Cleo let out a heavy sigh. She let her hand drop away from her temples. The cool chill coming off Scott felt good and soothed the stinging in her forehead. Finally, someone with something competent to add to the conversation. “Thank you, Scott. What about you? What do you think we should do with them since you’ve got a better idea of the results of our options?”

With a rustle of blue skirts and frost, he approached the coffee table and placed his hands on the ledge. “Well, there are a lot of possible futures branching off from any decision we make. As far as I can tell, if we were to release them, there’s a chance that they’ll be willing to hear us out and things go well. There’s also just as likely a chance that the moment they reform they’ll end up shattering at least one of us.”

“Not great odds,” Grian says.

“What about if we were to leave them in the bubbles,” Scar asks. “If we just leave them in there, nobody gets hurt.” He looks around the room, hoping for some sort of validation. He’s somewhat surprised to see Jimmy nodding vigorously in agreement.

“I’m all for nobody getting hurt. Especially not us. I think we should just leave them in the bubbles.”

Impulse, though, is shaking his head. “Yeah, and when they somehow end up getting out by out by some freak accident, they’re definitely going to hate us for leaving them trapped for so long. We’d just be cementing a future where they want us dead. Am I wrong Scott?”

The sapphire nodded in agreement. “I’ve definitely seen a possible future where that happens. A few, in fact.”

“Great, so it’s settled. We shatter them and be done with it.” Bdubs crosses his arms over his chest, looking self-assured. He’s already eyeing one of the bubbles on the table.

“But can we live with that on our conscience?” Scar asks. He didn’t think he could. It was one thing if it happened in self-defense. And technically gems ended up shattered all the time back on homeworld. It was part of life there. But he rather liked it here, and the rest of the deserters in the room had made it clear that just because it was part of life back at homeworld didn’t mean it had to be part of Life. “I don’t think I could do it if that’s what you guys decide to do.”

Impulse closed his eyes. The nervous twiddling of his fingers stopped as he held his own hands in a tight grip. He thought of Skizz and how happy the Topaz had been to see him alive and well. And unlike the other gems in the room, he had spent time in the enemy camp. These gems weren’t just mere objects to him. They weren’t cardboard enemies with faces but no substance, only meant to be knocked down. They were full gems who laughed and joked. They had their own set of oddities that even rivaled a deserter. So much power given to a lone emerald, a singular ruby, a defective amethyst, and two wonderfully warm and welcoming quartzes. Finally, he spoke up. “Me neither. I can’t do it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself afterward.” Tango shook his head beside him in silent agreement.

“Look, I think it’s a good idea, but I don’t think I’ll be much help,” Grian said, fluttering his wings.

“Count me out too,” Jimmy said stepping back. “Scott, would any of us be able to live with the consequences if they were to actually go through with it?”

“I can’t answer that. That’s entirely up to them.”

Them. Not us. Them. Without actually saying it outright, Scott had made it clear that he wouldn’t be participating.

All eyes went to the only two remaining people: Cleo and Bdubs.

“Uh… I don't- I mean, maybe…” Bdubs was stuttering. He tripped over his words, not willing to back out but still scared of taking on the mantle. “We could-”

“I could do it,” Cleo said plainly. “If they’re a threat to the people I care about, you know I won’t hesitate.”

“But they’re not a threat right now,” Jimmy pointed out. “And Scott said that there’s a possibility that they might understand. Can you imagine if they were to join us?”

“They won’t.”

“But how do you know that Cleo?”

“Because people don’t change,” Bdubs huffed beside the jade.

Cleo smiled and elbowed the nephrite at her side. “Exactly. Bdubs gets it.”

“But-”

“People don’t change people,” Cleo huffed. She motioned towards the bubbles on the table, as if to emphasize her point. “And they certainly don’t change themselves. You can’t expect a gem to change on their own. It doesn’t work like that. Who we are is set in stone, literally. It’s as set as the pattern in their crystal structure. From the moment we emerge from the kindergarten, who we are and what we are made to do has already been built into us. Maybe time and a bit of weathering can change someone over time, but you can’t just expect anything else to.”

“Hey, that's not fare!” Scar lept up from his seat and stomped one foot down. He looked downright angry and a little wounded by Cleo’s words. “What about me and Grian? Didn’t we change? You didn’t want us around and now here we are sitting in the living room like a bunch of old friends. How’s that for change.”

“Did you change, though,” Cleo said, raising one eyebrow. “Last I checked, you two still wanted to head back to homeworld. You’d be there now if there hadn’t been that incident with the homeworlder’s ship.”

“Th-that’s true,” Grian admitted, scratching at the back of his head. He felt a little bit bad about them.

“But we came around on other things,” Scar continued. “Like fusion. And you guys! You guys don’t seem so bad anymore.”

“We did give them a chance,” Scott added, smiling up at Cleo.

To Scar, that was only further validation for the point he was trying to make. “Well, how are they supposed to change if we don’t give them a chance.”

Tango paused from wringing out the water from his clothes. “Just for the record, keeping them in a bubble for forever isn’t giving them the time to change. They can’t change if they’re stuck in there. Just saying.”

Now it was Bdubs turn to jump back in. “Maybe not, but what if it’s not worth the risk? We could let them out and give them time to process, but what if they choose not to take that time to reflect and instead use it to try shattering us? Again!?”

Looks were exchanged between the gathered gems. Bdubs wasn’t wrong. Scott had already confirmed that the scenario was very possible.

Scar picked up one of the bubbles off the table gingerly. Inside was a banded amethyst. The inclusions were plainly visible, even through the filmy green surface of the bubble. If only they could start with one and prove it could work. “We changed,” he muttered quietly, speaking more to himself than the rest of the room. “Maybe they can to.”

If the other gems in the room heard him, they didn’t respond. They settled into a tense silence. Thoughts whirred through their heads. Should they? Shouldn’t they? To leave bubbled? To release? To shatter? No option felt right, but they had to figure out something.

They’d have to decide on something eventually.

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 20 #people don't change people time does #3rd life #life series #creative writing #impulsesv #tangotek #zombiecleo #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #gemcyt #alternate universe - steven universe

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ducks-and-stuff · 4 months

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Wings

Trigger warning for blood

Grian no last name provided opens the door to the sheriff’s bedroom at 8:25pm with a slack jaw and something unreadable darting around his eyes.

He’s not supposed to be there- obviously, because no one invited him and there’s no big teasing Jimmy get together but the Hermits are visiting and he opens the door and-

Jimmy Solidarity is stood in the middle of the room, mid-anxious pace, with two ugly feathered things that should definitely not be there according to the established lore protruding from his back.

Grian’s hand is still wrapped around the brass doorknob.

The window is still open.

Grian does not have mixed feelings about the snow.

“Jimmy you’ve-“

He begins because someone has to and, finally- finally looks up to meet his eyes

“Got wings”

“No”

Jimmy says on instinct, and because that is most obviously a lie even for his standards,

“Maybe”

Grian inches forward rather than responding. Softly padding across the floor while gently flapping his own multicolored apendeges in intrigue and Jimmy backs away.

It’s understandable, he reasons, because Grian is being weird and nice and a multitude of other out of place things that they should chuck in the garbage along with the bandages. It’s understandable, except Grian pauses and trills softly, something Jimmy recognizes it as something along the lines of ‘you are totally cool and alright and safe with me my dude’ and Jimmy doesn’t say anything back because he isn’t and doesn’t speak bird.

He doesn’t back away this time either, when he gets closer, when he runs his fingers along the not-feathers completely transfixed and mumbles,

“They’re beautiful”

Which is only a little weird because Grian is usually known for his good taste when it comes to things like builds and details and color pallets. “oh Jimmy these are beautiful!”

and Jimmy doesn’t say much, because he doesn’t know which exactly of the million of things he should say in response to that:

‘They might be evil’

Is to confusing

‘stop touching them’

Is not the type of thing best friends say to each other.

‘they aren’t wings idiot- I know that they have feathers and all but- don’t look at me like that I don’t- I don’t know what they are, and it scares me, and I think they might’ve been a gift or a curse or something in-between but you weren’t around to ask and sometimes when you look at me like that it scares me’

Is maybe a little bit too honest, so Jimmy doesn’t say anything, and Grian asks about a washcloth.

I- what?”

He responds, Grian slowly pushes him down onto the mattress in the middle of his room. The mattress is connected to a bed by the way and everything it’s just-

“a towel”

Grian repeats, studying him carefully, like he’s the one doing something wrong here instead of the guy who goes around breaking into other’s houses.

“you- the blood Timmy, and the pain you- you just grew wings.”

“What?”

The only sane person in a hundred meter radius repeats, and before he has the chance to explain that, ‘oh no don’t worry the blood he’s currently drenched in isn’t actually his’ Grian takes the time to incorrectly figure what has happened is that his best friend has gone into some sort of wing related shock.

“Hey Tim, Tim look at me, it’s going to be alright, okay? I know this might be a lot right now but trust me, we’re gonna get you all taken care of, want me to call Joel or someone for you?”

Except Joel would laugh because he doesn’t know Martyn’s stupid canary joke had been rooted in some sort of truth this entire time. So, ‘no’ would be the answer there, probably, because Jimmy is the guy who smiles and can take a joke and deals with his very concerning problems all alone.

“I’m going to call Joel”

Grian decides after he is given no answer which is a fair thing to do, even if it really doesn’t feel like it.

“I’m going to call Joel, and then we’re going to get you a towel okay? Just- sit tight, alright, I don’t- you- you just grew wings Jimmy!”

and it’s all a bit frantic when he first says it, except then he pauses, and smiles, and repeats:

“you grew wings!”

Like this is something they’re all excited about. Like Jimmy hadn’t been twenty and almost gone and completely and entirely alone when it happened, and the window isn’t open, and Joel isn’t coming over to laugh at him.

Grian never notices the binding in the garbage. Jimmy doesn’t point it out.

Nobody is supposed to have mixed feelings about the snow.

Hiii, so this is like, an au of an au I guess? Like everything I’ve written so far on this site is snippets of the whole Jimmy and the Importance of Saying Goodbye story (I don’t know how to put things into like a section based on hashtags) and the backstory Jimmy slides to is definitely part of what happened but I don’t suppose this version of the present would be possible in that universe. I don’t know, Tumblr is a weird place. Also Joel would not laugh actually he would totally immediately panic and try to help.

#jimmy solidarity #grian #empires smp #wing fic #evo smp #fandom #mcyt #mcytblr #creative writing #Jimmy and the Importance of Saying Goodbye

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dailyteamrancher · 2 years

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[day 36] do you think a cod boy could ever truly befriend a salmon boy

#dailyteamrancher #team rancher #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #empires smp #based on an au i saw where tango lived in the grimlands #i think it was on ao3? i don’t remember who wrote it but i can go find it when i wake up #(these post when i’m asleep lol)#not creative or awake enough to come up with something super different from fwhips outfit #i was gonna colour this one but i simply couldn’t be bothered #also! fun note! because of my personal netherborn headcanons. tango is 100% human here

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ecrivainsolitaire · 6 months

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Open Art Guild – Testing the boundaries of collective IP ownership

Experimental release: Dr. T’chem’s Office (authorised for personal and commercial use)

I’ll try to keep this brief (you can read the full thesis statement here) but as we all know, intellectual property law is broken. It’s being exploited from every side and art workers are more vulnerable than ever to automation, copyright theft and myriad other unforeseeable forms of theft from the proletariat. We as a collective need to come together and work towards the creation of a better future.

The Open Art Guild is my proposal for the first of many steps towards a far away but necessary goal: the eradication of intellectual property as it pertains to the arts. It’s based on the open source standard and the creative commons, and the goal is for us to start creating a future where we stop thinking of artworks as private property to hoard, and start sharing the responsibilities and the benefits of their creation with the collective. And as I am proposing the idea, I should give the first step.

Which is why I am announcing the release of my short story series, Dr. T’chem’s Office, into the Open Art Guild license. This is an episodic HFY comedy series about the office hours of a sleazy yet well intentioned xenoanthropologist in charge of human integration into the crew of a spaceship, who happens to find them fascinating. You can read the first few instalments here:

The basics of the license go as follows: I’m giving any artist permission to use the assets of my artwork (in this case, settings, characters, plot lines and other unique concepts) both for personal use and for commercial use, provided they commit to crediting the original artist, giving away 30% of any profit back to the hands of the collective in the breakdown the guidelines specify, and giving the same license to any works they create derivative from this series. Any artist can join the Guild by remixing existing artworks in its database or voluntarily submitting their own works. For the time being this prototype model will have to rely on the honour system, but I have outlined the basic guidelines for a platform dedicated to facilitating the Guild’s business and income redistribution.

The purpose of this experiment is to test whether this system is financially viable, what modifications it needs, and how to enforce it. It’s also a way to study what the community thinks of this model. To summarise the implications, here are the pros and cons as I see them.

Pros:

- All fan art, spin-offs, third-party merchandise and other forms of adaptation become automatically authorised and monetisable, provided both the original artist and the remixer are active members of the Guild.

- All adaptations are automatically non-exclusive and must give away the same rights as the original, diminishing the incentive for massive corporations to try and scam an artist out of their intellectual property.

- It effectively unionises freelance artists of all fields to balance out negotiations with non Guild entities.

- It encourages artists to continue their output in order to reap the benefits of the Guild, by using the redistribution system as an incentive, instead of the current status quo where artists are actively fighting market forces all by themselves in order to make enough time and resources to work on their craft.

- It provides a safety net where everyone is invested in the continuous welfare of everyone else, giving a sense of class solidarity and facilitating donations and shared resources.

- It motivates artists to invest in each other, as the growth of one means the growth of the whole Guild.

- Eventually, if the project succeeds and the proposed platform comes to exist, it would effectively create a universal basic income for all Guild members, as well as a self sustained legal fund to protect their assets from IP theft by non Guild entities.

- It will give you complete control over whether your art can be used for AI dataset training, on an opt-in, post-by-post basis, so you don’t have to wonder who might be stealing it. If the platform is created, all works whose creators have not authorised to be used for this will have data scrambling features to make sure thieves can’t use them.

Cons:

- It will require all Guild members to permanently renounce to 30% of their profit, in order to build up the funds and distribution system.

- It will have to be built entirely on trust of the collective, at least until a platform can be established, which may take weeks or may take decades depending on lots of unpredictable factors.

- Leaving the Guild will require all artworks shared with the collective to become Creative Commons; once you renounce your right to monopoly of your IP, it’s permanent, no way to go back. This is necessary in order to prevent asset flippers and other forms of IP scabs to join the Guild, extract other people’s assets and then scram.

- Due to banking regulations entirely out of our hands, some artists will have participating in the redistribution. If the platform ever becomes a reality, one of its main goals will be to remedy this immediately.

This proposal requires a high cost, but it provides an invaluable reward. If the system works, it will empower all artists to profit from their work and protect it as a collective. If it doesn’t, all that will have happened is that you will have created a lot of Creative Commons art, which financially isn’t ideal, but artistically is extremely commendable. Even in the worst case scenario, corporations will not be able to hold your art hostage with exclusivity deals. To me, the benefits vastly outweigh the costs, but I do want to emphasise: there will be costs. This is an effort to subvert the entire way art has been monetised since the 1700s. It will require a lot of work, a lot of people, and a lot of time, to make it work. But I believe it can work. If you believe it too, you are welcome to join the Open Art Guild.

Please do read the guidelines for the Guild and the guidelines for the platform before you start creating, and give me whatever feedback you have. If it’s good, if it’s lacking, if I’m overstepping legal boundaries, if you can find loopholes, anything. I tried to make it airtight but I’m not a legal expert. This is not my project, it is a project for the proletariat. Everyone should have a say on what they’re signing on for. And regardless of what you think, share it with all artists you can. This will only work if as many people as possible participate.

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ReLife Drabble

I have been taken ahold by this prompt from @dat1angel. It has me in its grips currently (and may or may not be distracting me from other things I should be doing) I can't stop think about it.

I will say I have never wrote a full fanfiction by myself, though I have co-wrote and beta'd fic before, so who knows if I will actually finish this, but I have already planned it out to through the fist death loop. So y'all will at least get up until then, even if it's slow coming cause finals season and then I'm going out of country for a bit.

Anyways here's a lil drabble of what I have so far:

“Here we go again.” Jimmy thought disparagingly as he looked around the clearing that everyone was waking up in after suddenly being transported there. He had just been swimming with the cod in his empire when a purple glow began to surround him, causing him to pass out only to wake up in whatever game the Watchers have in store for them this time. Looking around the clearing Jimmy recognized the 13 other faces with him, noticing that the Watchers chose to drag the cast from that time they had soulmates in these games back.

Standing up as everyone else began to orientate themselves as to being in the games once again, a loose circle formed while attention started to turn towards Grian to find out what the catch was this time around. “While we all understand that what happens in these games is ‘no harm, no foul,’ there is still some tension between us from Double Life, even though we’ve had games since then. So They have brought us all back together to ‘fix’ it. I can tell that there is something else They want to achieve, though They are not giving any details. Other than that there is no gimmick this time around, a new world with borders as usual and just normal 3rd Life rules…”

While Grian was explaining the ins and outs of the three life system in case anyone had forgotten, Jimmy’s mind began to wander, thinking about why they were dragged here once more. “The Watchers can claim it’s to ‘fix’ the tension leftover from Double Life, but if that was truly the case, why wasn’t Lizzie here? Or Mumbo? Or Zed? Or really just anyone who was also affected by the relationships that were formed during Double Life even if they weren’t in the games themselves. Most of the tension afterwards came from those that were on the outside not understanding the games and the situations we were put in. And even then, most relationships have come to some agreement or understanding over what happened and the new bonds formed. Barely any tension was still held between players, though in some cases like Mumob, Scar and Grian trust was having to be rebuilt. But overall it doesn’t make much sense to bring just the Double Life players back to ‘fix’ themselves, without any gimmicks. And this secret motive Grian could sense, what could that be-?”

“And with that the game has begun. The grace period is over and any damage taken from this point on can and will result in consequences. Welcome to ReLife.” Grian’s explanation of the game comes to an end, drawing Jimmy back into the conversations around him as people split off to begin gathering resources while the sun is still up. Breaking off from everyone else, Jimmy began to collect some wood, basic tools, and easy food. Looking for a surface cave that hasn’t been claimed yet, he was still caught in thought by what the Watchers want from them. “He’s a champion of the Listeners for Aeor’s sake! He understands Their motives somewhat. Watchers like entertainment and feed off of high emotions, though They like chaos and other negative ones the best. They wouldn’t want the tension from Double Life to be resolved so what could this secret motive be?”

Coming across a small cave opening in a hill he could spot a bit of surface iron and coal. Figuring this is as good as he’s gonna get, seeing as most of the good caves are probably claimed, Jimmy jumps on into the small opening to gather a bit of coal for torches before setting up a spot with furnaces and tackling gearing up. After about fifteen minutes of mining the visible iron without exploring too deep into the cave he figures he’s collected enough iron for a few tools and maybe a piece or armor or two. Turning around he heads back to his furnaces to take a small break while everything begins to smelt. Hearing footsteps approach, he begins to turn around when a voice calls out.

“Hi Jimmy!” Scott’s voice drifts through the cave opening. Fully turning around he sees his husband smiling down at him as Scott continues to mirror the same greeting he gave so many years ago in the first game. “Of all people I find it’s you.” Climbing down to join him in the cave, Jimmy can’t help but smile at his husband’s soft laughter at how they were brought together once again.

“Out of all people I run into first Petal, it’s you. How are you holding up? I haven’t gotten much gear yet, been running across the surface for so long looking for either people or a place to settle first.”

“I’m doing okay. I kind of just wandered off looking for a cave without anyone in it, needing to think, but I’ve found enough iron for some tools and maybe a few pieces of armor. They’re smelting right now, but maybe we can split it?” He saw a soft but concerned look cross Scott’s eyes at his words.

“If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind having some for a few pieces of gear, maybe a shield? I’m sure we can find more to be enough for both of us if we go deeper into the caves. But Petal, what’s got you stuck in your head so much that you went looking to be alone?” His voice conveyed nothing but concern and care for the other.

“Its just that Secret Life ended not too long ago, it’s too soon to be in the games again. Plus They like our suffering! Find it entertaining! Why do they want us to ‘fix’ our relationship issues after Double Life?” He began pacing, voicing his frustration a little louder as he got worked up. “And this ‘something else’ that Grian could sense. What is it? What secret agenda do They have? With no gimmicks this time around to add onto, it can’t be entertaining enough for Them to actually feed! And with my curse of being first out everytime, I know that I probably won’t be around long enough to get answers.” Towards the end of his rant, the frustration in his voice turned to tears as Scott came up to hug him.

“While I don’t have answers for you Petal, you’re not cursed. You have bad luck Jimmy and sometimes these guys don’t make it easy for you.” Reaching into his inventory, Scott pulled out a very familiar flower, “With the circumstances being so familiar as all those years ago, I promise that this time I won’t become a widow and you will make it to the end. That is if you’ll marry me again, Love?” Scott asked, breaking the hug and extending the poppy in his hands towards Jimmy.

#i hope this is okay!#i hope you like it #this is seriously my first time solo creative writing #so im a little nervous #but this prompt has taken over my brain #the brainrot is brainrotting #life series #trafficblr #traffic light smp #jimmy solidarity #smajor1995 #flower husbands #fanfic #fanfiction

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