“Oh my god I’m so glad that my characters aren’t popular omg people write horrible things and draw horrible things like them having sex or pairing them with people that they weren’t meant to be paired with or genderbending them or omg stuff I don’t like!”
Well, buddy, I really hope you never, everget your work published (and then read by more than like 10 people who really like it), because that’s just kinda what happens when you develop a fandom. You get people writing/drawing things that you don’t necessarily approve of, because they like your shit enough to want to work it into their own life in their own way. Some of it IS horrible—but really? You’re gonna bitch if they write a genderbent AU? Or if they write a story pairing them with somebody else (with OR without changing sexualities around)?
Or if, god forbid, they like your character(s) enough to want to explore how they’d react in other—sometimes implausible or even impossible—settings through RP, fanart, or fanfiction?
I HAVE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR 600 FUCKING DAYS
Not sure if trolling or serious…
I just can’t even. /tilts head in confusion
What the fuck did I even just read?????
Do you know what that means?
It means that..
DEVIANTART IS TAKING 20% OFF OF EVERY COMMISSION YOU DO
So, no. I won’t be doing commissions on Deviantart anytime soon.
This has been a warning to anyone considering doing commissions on Deviantart.
>Searching for stuff on DA
>Finds hate stamp
:D Oh goody! It’s been a while since I corrected erroneous views and attempted to lessen unreasonable hatred!
Let’s see if I can convert anybody today!
…Ooooh, this one has a lot of good comments to start a debate in! EXCELLENT!
Hahah, COME ON HATERS. ATTACK ME, I LAUGH WHEN YOU DO.
IT’S BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I JUMPED IN ON A HATE STAMP WITH REASONABLE CALM EXPLANATIONS AND OFFERING TO TALK ABOUT STUFF SO PEOPLE CAN LEARN.
let me lick your face.
I might do tumblr if someone will be my 4chan…
I kinda ship Google and Yahoo
“Yahoo.” An all-too familiar voice stopped at her desk. Yahoo looked up nervously.
“Oh. Hi, Google,” she said, fixing her pencil skirt as neatly as she could sitting down.
“I was wondering if I could sit here?” His voice was sultry, barely above a whisper in the almost deserted library.
“Yeah, su-sure,” she stumbled, closing her eyes momentarily to regain her confidence. “What are you working on?”
“Nothing majour,” Google said, relaxing in the seat next to her. “I’ve had to practically do so many people’s assignments for them because they’re too lazy to do it themselves.” He smiled slightly, trying to warm up the timid girl in front of him. He sat up straighter. “What are you working on?”
“I just needed a break. People kept asking me questions, and I got so tired of it, I came in here to get my mind off of everything.”
“Maybe I can help you?” Google slid his hand up her skirt smoothly, rubbing his thumb against her thigh. She gasped quietly, but did nothing to stop him.
“I—I’d be okay with that.”
I SHIP IT SO HARD
HAS NO ONE NOTICED 4CHAN IS BASICALLY SLENDER?
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE DON’T MAKE ME START SHIPPING THIS TOO!
Only on tumblr can you ship search engines…
This is just amazing. xD And look at Bing! I could sympathize…being short and all…but he just is trying too hard to compete with Google. Calm down, sport.
“So how was the library, hun?” deviantArt’s voice startled Yahoo, breaking her reverie.
“Oh, uh, it was… Nice. Very nice. Just nice.” Yahoo stumbled over her words, knowing her friend would never leave her alone if she found out Google had talked to her. THE Google.
DevA’s eyes narrowed, stabbing the point of her pencil in Yahoo’s direction. “What’s your deal?”
“W-what? Nothing!” Yahoo tried to swat the pencil away but the pixie-esque girl simply intensified her gaze.
“… Did someone troll you again today? Do I need to photoshop them with elephantiasis in some unpleasant areas?”
“What?! No, not again! It was nothing like that.”
DevA relaxed a bit, stretching in the office chair across from Yahoo. “Then what is it? Spit it out, girlie.”
Yahoo was about to insist again that it was nothing, when a whirlwind of energy bounded up behind her and leaned over DevA’s shoulder.
“Yahoo is just suffering a serious case of the UNFs. Google was totally hitting on her yesterday!” Tumblr smiled mischievously by DevA’s ear.
“What?! Girl, why didn’t you tell me? Are you serious?” DevA screeched, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“Oh, I’m serious. I’m totally shipping it. The entire situation was oozing sexual tension, I can’t even.” Tumblr squealed.
“T-Tumblr! Don’t say things like that! With my luck, Twitter will hear and it’ll be trending by tonight and what would I say to Google if I saw him again and ohmygod what if you’ve already said something to him please oh goodness tell me you’ve not said anything to him andandand-” Yahoo gasped for breath, her head light with the possibility of her long-time crush hearing such nonsense from the hyperactive coworker.
“What’s so wrong with Tumblr talking to me?” A sultry voice whispered across Yahoo’s ear, and by the almost-fainting look DevA was sending her and the evil glint in Tumblr’s eyes, Yahoo knew her life was over. Yep. It was just over.
“Well, uhm, it’s not that it’s wrong for Tumblr to talk to you,” Yahoo stammered guiltily as she turned to look into Google’s wise, blue eyes, “it’s just that, I-uh, am-uh working on a new project and uhm the uh, you knows don’t want me to uh speak of it…”
“Project? There’s no project. Yahoo was just telling me allllll about -” Tumblr was rudely interrupted by a slender hand across her mouth.
“Tumblr and I need to go talk about some Sterek art that has been circulating around between the two of us,” DevA declared a little too loudly for Tumblr’s comfort.
“Mmmmpph, mm, mumph,” Tumblr mumbled, flailing her arms around trying to bat Deviant away from her.
Yahoo’s shoulders tensed slightly as Google sat down across from her. He gently fixed his colorful tie with long, thin fingers. The nervous girl had just begun to relax when suddenly a beanie-d young male came out of nowhere toting a camera.
“Hey, guys, would you mind giving me a few frames so I can show the world all about the newly forming relationship between Google and Yahoo?” YouTube asked pointing the camera directly at Yahoo’s blushing cheeks.
“W-WHAT?! No, we, that’s not, you shouldn’t, YouTube!” Yahoo flailed, her glasses nearly falling off her nose in her flustered state.
The petite form of Facebook trailed up behind YouTube, draping her arms over the teen’s shoulders. “Oh, come off it, Yahoo. It’s not Facebook official anyway. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Leave her alone, Facebook. Don’t overreact. I was only teasing, anyway.” YouTube said, shrugging the girl’s arms off his shoulders.
Yahoo had to fight the urge to to cover her reddening face and run as the camera was dropped from pointing in her direction.
Google merely chuckled, flicking up the slipping glasses on Yahoo’s nose. “Don’t worry about it. YouTube is just having a bit of fun.”
“Well, Google, if you wanna have some fun too I heard of a really great party happening tonight-” Facebook was cut off by a smooth decline from Google.
“No thank you, Facebook. I have previous engagements.”
“You’re such a slag, Facebook,” YouTube sneered.
“You’re such a British wanna be, YouTube!” Facebook screeched, following the young teen away to the social side of the office.
After giving an awkward chuckle, Yahoo cleared her throat and arranged papers on her desk that clearly didn’t need rearranging. “So. Um. Previous engagements? That sounds fun.” Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Smooth, Yahoo.
Google gave a half grin, his lips quirking up to the side. “Well,” he began, ruffling his shaggy hair, “I was hoping I’d be busy on a date tonight.”
Oh. Oh. “That… Sounds like fun. I hope you have a good time.” Yahoo said, giving a half-hearted grin.
Google’s eyes glinted with something Yahoo didn’t comprehend. “I will, if she says yes.”
“Who?” It was probably Twitter. She was so cute and always had the latest new to talk about and-
“You, beautiful.” Oh. Oh. Brain overload.
“Yahoo, is that a no?”
REBOOT REBOOT QUICK. “NO! No, I mean, it’s not a no, definitely not a no.” Yahoo sucked in a nervous breath, letting it out on a slow and breathy laugh. “I mean no, that’s definitely a yes.”
Google’s eyes brightened, adjusting his tie a bit as if he were… Proud? “Great. That’s really… Great.”
I literally hate every one of you.
We have entered a whole new realm of strange
we need some tumblr and youtube up in this bitch
Tumblr was dragged from the scene by DeviantArt, claiming to need to talk about some art running around. She tried to shout things, but they only came out as muffled noises. Dev pulled her into the next room and started speaking.
“You really shouldn’t say things like that. It only makes things more awkward. Now, promise me you’ll leave the two of them alone?”
Tumblr simply nodded.
“Good, now, go do something productive and go outside or something,”
“NO! ANYWHERE BUT THERE!” Tumblr shouted as she ran off.
She glanced down at what was going on between Google and Yahoo. She completely disregarded the two of them when she saw Youtube. Immediately she got a dreamy look in her eyes and she stared, almost drooling. He was so hot and adorable and whenever she saw him she wanted to squeal undecipherable gibberish. And he had a very touchable butt. Alas, she was too nervous to say anything to him. She could only watch from a distance. She was pulled out of her trance when she saw Facebook come up and drape her arms over his shoulders like she owned him or something. Tumblr felt jealousy course through her veins, only able to watch. She sighed, of course Facebook would get him. She could actually approach him and plus she had a perfect body, she was gorgeous, talkative and everything a girl would want to be and everything a guy could want. And she was coming this way. With Youtube! Tumblr let out an eep and dashed off, not wanting to be seen. Of course, she was. She didn’t care though. She was too scared about talking to Youtube. She had tucked herself behind a door and listened as they walked past.
“What was up with Tumblr, oh my god? Is she being a freak as usual?” She heard Facebook’s voice say.
“She’s not a freak, Facebook. She’s just different. So lay off her. Let her be adora- I mean herself without being judged for it!” Youtube said, stopping in place. Right in front. Of. The door.
Tumblr listened as he defended her, blushing bright red.
She couldn’t believe it. She could hardly keep from squealing.
HER!!!I simply cannot get over how perfect this all is
It was always a bit uncomfortable being around Facebook. It wasn’t that she was awkward, but more that she was … cold. Everyone had their own things going on, their own projects to develop or their own clients to help, but Facebook always seemed detached to all of that, without a shred of warmth.
Usually, Twitter was the bubbly sort, the sort that would talk to everyone and anyone. She was the popular type, after all. One word out of her mouth and it would be trending around the world in the next minute. But when she went to use the restroom and found Facebook there, she felt some of her bubbliness drain away.
Of course, Facebook didn’t notice her. Making duck faces in the mirror and taking pictures with her iPhone seemed far more important. Twitter sighed, hoping that maybe things could stay that way as she sidled up to the sink beside Facebook, touching up her eyeliner in the mirror.
“Oh, hello.” Finally, Facebook deigned to notice. Twitter glanced over, and realized that maybe she was in Facebook’s photo space. Then again, Facebook wasn’t Instagram. She didn’t get to have impromptu photo spaces wherever she went. “Finally cleaning yourself up a bit?”
“Y—Finally?” Twitter frowned, and tucked her eyeliner back into her bag. Who cared if it was starting to fade? She could fix it up elsewhere. Facebook smiled that same cool, condescending smile she always wore.
“Well, yes. You’ve let that bird’s nest grow wild for long enough, don’t you think?” Without asking permission, Facebook reached over to touch a few strands of Twitter’s hair. Twitter jerked away. “You’re starting to look a bit … clunky. Outdated. You wouldn’t want to go the same way as MySpace.”
Twitter gasped. She couldn’t help it. “How can you … how can you say that?” she demanded. “How can you be so callous? MySpace was … MySpace helped a lot of people!”
“Please.” Facebook rolled her eyes, and looked back to the mirror, where she pursed her lips and tilted her head back and forth, as if deciding on the best duckface angle. “MySpace’s office was a cesspit of untalented musicians and angst-ridden scene kids. She drowned in a pool of her own failure and vomit.”
Twitter was silent, watching as Facebook snapped another picture of herself on her phone. “I thought you two were friends,” she said finally, voice quiet. Facebook looked over with a cold smile.
“Honey, in this world, you make alliances with those too dangerous to be left alone and bedfellows with those who have something you stand to gain—not friends.” She reached out and touched Twitter’s cheek briefly before pulling her hand away and sticking her phone back in her purse. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m supposed to be meeting Instagram for a fun tumble between the sheets. With any luck, his assets will be mine before the day is out. Ta-ta.” She turned and strode toward the bathroom door, heels clicking noisily against the tile. Twitter looked miserably back at the bathroom mirror, and tugged on her bangs.
“Please never end up like her,” she said to her reflection. “Please.”
Holy fuck I’m shipping websites. Thanks guys.
Oh my fucking god.
I cannot stand this.
The original artist was not only polite and offered some advice, but didn’t threaten to report them or anything. And yet they have the /audacity/ to refuse to remove it?
I see everyone has already jumped down this person’s throat and I’m hoping that they get reported.
Yo, people! Report the shit out of this fucker. And help spread the word.
I can’t stand people like this—refusing to remove it after being asked by the creator?! What the fuck man.
No only does she steal art but she claims that the original owners were the ones who stole from her,even when the original artist lives in a whole different country.I’ll provide links to the stolen and Original art so people can see for themselves and/or report them easier.
Stolen((Was posted twice)): http://xxharuka01xx.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5e33jl and http://xxharuka01xx.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5e33vw
I reported them, but just a heads up, the Help Desk is closed on Saturdays and Sundays http://help.deviantart.com/590/
SO probably might not get a reply until Monday or Tuesday.
She also refuses to acknowledge that she stole the art. She is acting rather immature toward those who comment about the art being stolen and calling people “slut,” “bitch,” etc.
REPORT HER AND HELP TAKE HER DOWN
Hey, let’s get a bit report-happy and report all her stolen shit! Hopefully there’ll be enough reports so that when the Help Desk reopens, they shut her down right away!
OH MY GOD