On Art TheftIf you’ve ever followed my Deviantart journals in the past you will know that I have a pretty open policy regarding the usage of my art. My policy allows for repostings/recoloring/edits/tracings/what-have-you, as long as it is all for personal use and not-for-profit (meaning it isn’t being sold, auctioned, or any use wherein money changes hands.) I also allow roleplaying of my characters, and fan art (of course)!More Like This
Still though, I get a lot of people coming to me with examples of where people have traced/recolored/edited/reposted my pieces. The person contacting me will often also comment on the “offenders” work, or contact them privately to scold them on my behalf.
While I appreciate that people would care enough to watch out for me, as it were, my preference is that these people are left alone. There are a good number of pretty young BBA fans. I am written “fan mail” all the time by young people who weren’t artists before, but started dra
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Artist Credit DanielaUhlig
Many of you have been in this community for a long time, but whether you’ve just joined or you’ve been a member since day one, this is your first impression of the new DeviantArt.
Change is not something that we take lightly, because it affects our collective identity. It was important for us to define who we are and what we’re made of at our core before we changed anything. We all have our own understanding of what that means, but the process of getting that core story down on paper took almost a year.
The result is “Bleed and Breed Art.” This is our center of gravity and our reason for getting out of bed i
Bernie Sanders: Democratic Strategy is 'Pathetic'Senator Bernie Sanders sits down with Salon to talk inequality, the GOP, and whether or not he'll run for president.More Like This
by Thomas Frank
SUNDAY, SEP 28, 2014 07:00 AM EDT
Bernie Sanders is a legendary political independent from Vermont. Over the years, he has served as mayor of Burlington, the largest city in that state; as a member of the House of Representatives; and (currently) as a United States Senator. We met last week in his office in one of the Senate office buildings in Washington, D.C., and discussed the Clinton years, the way to beat the Right, and whether or not he should run for president in 2016. Needless to say, his take on the current political situation is not exactly the kind of thing you usually hear when you walk the marble halls of the nation’s capital.
This conversation has been lightly edited.
I’ve followed what you have been saying for a long time. You and I are both concerned about the
To Sail the High Seas: England x Reader ch15Chapter 15More Like This
“You mean you don’t know? There have been pirates all over town looking for an oddly dressed woman and a young boy. I’ve heard that Kirkland is furious.”
Those words rung over and over inside your head like an alarm bell, resounding within your skull and battering against your mind.
I’ve heard that Kirkland is furious.
You’d known that leaving the ship wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but you’d never thought that he’d send people after you. It wasn’t even as if you’d slunk away in the dead of night; it had been broad daylight and you’d practically announced your plans to six members of the crew. If someone had thought to stop you it would have been easy, there’d been ample time. The real question was how on earth had you managed to subconsciously evade any and all members of the crew as you flitted around the town without a care in the world?
Kirkland is furious.
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Dark, damp, and depressing. Those were the first things you had noticed about your surroundings, the second had been a dull throbbing that resounded in your skull. It didn’t take long to discover the blood encrusted to your scalp. Fear sharpened your senses; your hands were bound, wrists raw from the thick rope, and you hurt. You soon realised that you were not alone in this darkness. Peering through the gloom, you met restless shadows and frightened eyes, many of which glistened with tears. You vaguely recalled screams of terror and pain as flames licked the ship’s tall mast, twisting around the wood in a dance of destruction. The fire had long since been consumed by the sea as the smouldering shell of your previous vessel had been sent to a watery grave. The smell of burnt lumber still clung to your clothes, but it was now dulled by the salty musk which stemmed from the appalling conditions in which you currently found yourself.
The shadow closest
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Ivan stormed away from you while grumbling incoherently. The tip about that job was huge. The money would have been enough to keep his sisters and himself happy for quite sometime. Well, at least enough to keep them out of his hair. Even if it meant getting involved with the war, it wasn’t like he was choosing sides. He was just choosing wallets.
Ivan hadn’t been playing close attention to where he was going and he soon found himself away from the busy marketplace in a narrow alley.
Such terrible luck!
He paced the wet cobble stoned path for a moment. Ivan could still feel the anger buzz across his skin like a hot fury. His consuming feelings about the lost job soon moved to the mysterious girl he had saved. Ivan could be cruel at times but he didn’t mean to be. He was just unaware of how harsh he could come across.
…but, if Sadiq had ordered me to attack that woman than I don’t think I would have
Freedom: Pirate!England X Reader 11 (Final)More Like This
The alarm clock began to loudly play the screamo version of Milkshake, causing _______ to yelp in surprise, sitting upright. It took her a moment to fully wake up, and get her breathing pace back to normal. With that settled, she flashed a quick glare to her iPhone and pressed the snooze button to shut off the song. She stretched her arms upwards and yawned quietly, sleepy (e/c) eyes scanned her surroundings as if to make sure that this was her condo. Yes, condo. The year being 2013, condos were the most popular dwellings on the market, especially in London.
_______ sighed sadly, remembering that this was her first time back to London after 300 years. She’d had the life she always wanted. Never staying in the same place for more than a few years, traveling around the world, seeing new places. The only thing she didn’t have was certain pirate by her side. Arthur never came back for her, and it took _______ four years to r
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It had been a week since the incident with the British Navy Patrol and _______ had never felt so happy in her life. The pirates practically welcomed her as one of them after the she killed off three navy soldiers. Alfred taught her how to shoot flintlock pistols and sword fight, the crew taught her how to play poker and pickpocket people, while Arthur answered all the questions _______ shot at him. She'd finally figured out what he wanted to find. Some sort of crystal that controlled time. _______ instantly thought it was complete rubbish, but Arthur seemed so determined on finding the thing that she couldn’t say anything to him. He told her stories about the stone at dinner, something about it being guarded by evil creatures on a carnivorous island. _______ listened intently, it was the exact kind of adventure she’d been waiting for her whole life, but it sounded like complete bullshit now that her chance had arrived. She promised