#i don't normally do ids of actual photos/paintings

[sewi-li-suwi]

[Image IDs: A series of comments and reblogs. They read as follows:

Don't marry someone who does physical work, marry a thinker

@ celestialyearning paramedics are fuckboys I swear 😭 (crying face emoji)

firefighters just look like they would cheat honestly

The union idea is just as bad usually. Most union guys are horrible alcoholics and cheat like hell too

# Watch out for Farriers too honestly

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[Image ID: A screenshot of a preview of the wikipedia page for "Farrier". It says: "A farrier is a specialist in equine hoof care, including the trimming and balancing of horses' hooves and the placing of shoes on their hooves, if necessary." Attached is a realistic painting of a farrier, a middle aged white man wearing a leather apron. He is bent over a black horse's front hoof, which is fitted into some kind of tool. The horse stands in the background and the floor is covered in straw. End image ID.]

Should go without saying but never date a cop and christ never marry one. Rule of thumb if he's legally untouchable he's ethically unfuckable. You don't like that cop, you like buff men in tight clothing. I can show you more of those, better ones. Take my hand.

[walks-the-ages]

Here's a rebloggable version, since Cryptotheism blocked me, and any one else in the reblogs calling them out for using AI!

Apparently local Tumblr Funnyman can't handle it when people don't find their "jokes" funny when it's at the expense of artists:

[ID: A screenshot of a tumblr post by user cryptotheism , marked green in shinigami eyes, where they have posted AI-generated art of Goku from Dragonball-Z speaking to two men in turbans, with various AI-glitches in the photo, such as a random pumpkin with slashes on the front, Goku only having 4 fingers on one of his hands, and extra turban floating in the background. Cryptotheism has captioned the image "Rabbi Moshe De Leon Discusses Theology With Goku - Coño Culo, 14th century". Below Cryptotheism's original post, a blog, censored for privacy, has responded "Ew this is plagiarism algorithm, not real art". Below, in response, Cryptotheism has responded with "This was painted in the 13th/14th century by celebrated Andalusian artist Coño Culo. It is one of the earliest historical examples we have of Goku interacting with Spaniards." End ID]

Here's the response I posted, which they blocked me for less than an hour after I made it:

This type of post is especially heinous of OP, because using AI "because its funny" is literally a tactic to normalize AI art -- aka, art theft.

"no one was going to be paid to paint this!!!" The replies cry over and over again; "therefore its fine for me to use AI bullshit that steals the work of thousands if not millions of artists to make it, instead of putting any effort into it myself via a simple photo edit, or actually commissioning/requesting it of someone!"

"there's ai databases that are trained only on public domain images!!!!" Okay so why is Goku there? I kinda doubt Goku is in public domain art. That means this scraped art from non-public domain images, and is stealing from fan artists.

It's especially shameful for popular blogs to do it, because you've got people rabidly defending it as a knee jerk reaction.

The fact Cryptotheism had to restrict the replies of the post, because so many people were calling them out for using AI art, and even went as far as editing the original post to be a shitty Dark Souls thing to hide what they'd done-- stealing art for the sake of a joke?

I hope every single person sees this version, and realizes just how low Tumblr Funnymen™ are willing to sink for the sake of a """joke"""

-- even if it means directly contributing to the normalization of artists, writers, voice actors, and more losing their work and livelyhood to AI-generated bullshit.

Because that's what you're doing here. You are actively contributing to the normalization of AI bullshit.

Its literally an alt-right tactic to recruit people via memes and "jokes" for a reason.

If you claim to support artists and writers and actors against losing their jobs to AI, only to turn around and reblog "funny memes" literally made by AI "because no one was going to get paid to paint it", then congrats! You don't actually care about protecting hardworking artists!

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-67922303

https://www.artnews.com/art-in-america/features/midjourney-ai-art-image-generators-lawsuit-1234665579/

https://techcrunch.com/2023/01/27/the-current-legal-cases-against-generative-ai-are-just-the-beginning/

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/ai-stable-diffusion-stability-ai-lawsuit-artists-sue-image-generators/

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-66866577

https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/tech-news/famous-artists-trained-ai-generator-viral-list-rcna131995

"I usually hate AI art, but I'm reblogging this because its just too funny!" = "I don't actually care about artists having their work stolen as long as it's palatable enough for my tastes"

Not only did Cryptotheism block me, they're also blocking anyone in the reblogs who points out that their post has been has edited to be a Dark Souls meme, with the replies restricted, because they apparently couldn't stand people in the replies calling them out for the AI and wanted to try to hide it to prevent further backlash:

https://www.tumblr.com/original-post-locator/740713306199818240/tumblr-user-cryptotheism-posted-an-ai-generated?source=share

^ try to find the above post in the notes of the original post, and it will not show up at all, meaning that Cryptotheism also blocked this blog to prevent this from showing up in the notes.

When asked on their blog about why they are using AI art generators when it's widely known (and in this case, they're literally blocking anyone who offers proof) that it harms real world artists, actors, and writers, Cryptotheism continues to double down that it's somehow harmless because it's a joke--

-- when as my original post points out, and other people in the replies and reblogs of the original post (if they're still visible and haven't been blocked as well by the OP) : turning AI art into memes and jokes is literally how AI art is going to be normalized.

In real time, January 2024, Voice Actors are already losing their jobs to AI. Writers and artists were on strikes for months in 2023 to fight to protect their livelyhoods from predatory AI-- (and even then, the Union decided Voice Actors were expendable and didn't consult them when signing a predatory deal that resulted in the current cases of game companies being able to "hire" AI voice actors)

If you knowingly reblog AI Art uncritically simply "because it's funny" or because "no one is going to get paid to do this obscure, wacky art for me", you are literally contributing to art theft and the entitled culture of AI Art Bros, who think because they can't afford to commision someone, and because they're too fucking lazy to draw/edit something themselves, that means they're entitled to stealing the art of anyone who's ever posted on the internet.

https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/films/news/robin-williams-ai-voice-daughter-b2422506.html

Robin Williams' daughter has had to speak up about how people have been using AI to recreate her father's voice after his death from suicide in 2014:

Sunday (2 October), actor Zelda, 34, posted: “I am not an impartial voice in SAG’s fight against AI. “I’ve witnessed for YEARS how many people want to train these models to create/recreate actors who cannot consent, like Dad. “This isn’t theoretical, it is very very real. I’ve already heard AI used to get his ‘voice’ to say whatever people want and while I find it personally disturbing, the ramifications go far beyond my own feelings.” She added: “Living actors deserve a chance to create characters with their choices, to voice cartoons, to put their HUMAN effort and time into the pursuit of performance. “These recreations are, at their very best, a poor facsimile of greater people, but at their worst, a horrendous Frankensteinian monster, cobbled together from the worst bits of everything this industry is, instead of what it should stand for.”

TL;DR:

User Cryptotheism made a "joke post" using an AI-generated image of Goku in a classical painting style, then edited the original post to something completely different and blocked anyone in the reblogs who criticized them for using AI after receiving backlash, and has continued to insist it's just a funny joke and not a big deal that they are normalizing art theft.

[cordonia-continued]

Captivated

Chapter 22

AU - TRR Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

A/N - Set after the Tariq scandal is cleared. Liam ends his engagement to Madeleine and proposes to MC as per the original story, but Riley turns him down. This AU follows their life from then on.

NSFW

Word count - 2,528

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Bastien pushes Madeleine up against the ballroom wall, his body moves closer in front of her, pinning her there with his hips, putting himself between her and the faceless and nameless attacker that’s stormed the palace. She lets out a sensual gasp as she feels his hard muscular body pressing into her soft curves.

“Like it a bit rough do you Your Grace?” He purrs into her ear, his rough beard scratching against the smooth porcelain skin of her neck.

“How very dare you.” She simpers. “You’re just here to protect me.” She presses her full breasts against his chest, grinding her curvaceous hips into him, she feels his arousal thick against her pelvis. Her eyes dart around the chaotic ballroom.

“Worried about being seen with me?” He whispers nuzzling into her soft fragrant skin. “What would the court think if they saw you with a commoner like me.” He raises his thick dark eyebrows, his chocolate brown eyes staring into hers with unabashed lust and desire. Madeleine’s heart beats wildly in her chest, she can’t remember Bastien ever grunting out more than five words to her before now. Without thinking about anyone around them she leans forwards and captures his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss all thoughts of the mystery attacker pushed aside. His beard tickles her face as his insistent hips grind into her core, she looks down at the large bulge in his pants with longing in her eyes. Bastien follows her gaze and smirks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you ride it Countess. I’ll show you how well a working class commoner like me can treat a posh pussy like yours.” His rough sultry words light a fire within her and send blood pulsing down to her centre, an ache throbs between her legs. His hands tangle in her hair as his lips meet hers again, his tongue demanding access to her mouth. Suddenly a loud alarm echo's out across the ballroom startling them both. Madeleine wonders why it sounds so loud, as if its right next to her head, and so familiar, as if its a sound she’s heard before...

Madeleine reaches a hand out to her bedside table as she blindly gropes around for her mobile phone. She immediately silences it as soon as she locates it and snuggles back down into the duvet, hoping her sleepy mind will wander back to the dream she’s just been rudely interrupted from.  She’s barely had time to nestle back into her cosy pillows before it rings out again, loud and shrill in the otherwise silent room. Groaning she pushes her silk sleep mask up onto her forehead and forces her eyes open. She glances at the illuminated clock on the table next to her, the neon green numbers dance and blur before her sleep filled eyes as she squints to make them out – 04:38 it reads. Whoever the hell is calling her before dawn is going to be on the receiving end of a piece of her mind she thinks to herself cursing under her breath. She answers without looking at the caller ID.

“What?” She barks into the handset. “Jim who?” Her patience is wearing very thin with this early morning wake up call already. “Jim Baxter? Oh Jim. Sorry, of course I know who you are, why on earth are you calling me at this ungodly hour?” Madeleine curses giving her personal number to the smarmy yet undeniably hard working media mogul, office hours to him are an unknown concept. Suddenly the fog clouding her sleep deprived brain clears and she bolts upright in bed. “What? Are you sure?” She asks incredulous at what he seems to be telling her. “No, no I don't have a comment or a statement at the moment. Where did you hear this?” Her usual professionalism has returned as she rises from her bed and makes her way into her dressing room. “Right. Leave it with me and I’ll find out what's happening and get back to you. Jim, how long have I got until this makes the news?” Her stomach drops when he gives her an impossibly short deadline. “I’ll call you within the hour.”

Madeleine takes a cold shower and dresses quickly, taking time to check her appearance in the mirror and carefully apply mascara and her trademark red lipstick. She finds her phone where she left it tangled in her bed covers and scrolls through her contacts, locating Jacob Henley’s number. He answers it with a croaky voice sounding thick with sleep.

“Is she with you.” Madeleine barks at him as soon as he says hello.

“Good morning to you too. How lovely to have a wake up call from you this morning countess.” He replies. Madeleine can hear the smug smile that she knows is on the cocky but undeniably good looking agents face.

“Jacob I don’t have time for your bullshit today.” She admonishes him.

“You know I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Madeleine bristles. His incessant flirting with her was enticing to begin with and she stupidly encouraged it, however right at this moment it’s infuriating.

“Jacob. Is. She. With. You?” She says enunciating each word slowly and purposefully with a hope to him understanding the gravity of the situation.

“Madeleine.” He purrs. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Is who with me? I’m guessing you mean Riley?” He sighs and shifts in his bed untangling himself from the brunette reality TV star who’s snoring softly next to him. Madeleine hears him let out a groan as he stretches his body out.

“I paid you to to get close to her, to get a few candid photos taken in public so they split up or to make her fall in love with you so that she leaves him. Now she’s done that you need to keep your end of the deal, send me pictures of her with you now, the more incriminating the better.” Madeleine snaps. “You’re causing me a headache right now. I need to issue a press statement clearing up this stupid issue of where she is, she’s with you isn't she?”

He sighs, as much as he hates to admit defeat it’s clear to him he will never be more than a friend to Riley, and if he keeps pushing his luck trying to get the pictures Madeleine wants he won’t even be that soon.

“Madeleine we both know that’s never going to happen, this plan of yours isn't working, she’s not going to leave him, she’s not with me.”

“Just shut up for a second will you.” She snaps pressing a hand to her eyes. “I paid you to get rid of her from Liam’s life, now what the fuck have you done with her? Where is she?”

Jacob bolts upright in bed as what Madeleine is saying to him sinks in. “What? What the fuck are you talking about? I only spoke to her yesterday morning, she said nothing about leaving him. Is this what the call from that gruff kings guard was about last night? What the hell has happened? Why is everyone asking me where she is?” He fires questions at her making her head spin.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” Madeleine admits. “I got a call from Jim Baxter, you know the media mogul who owns half of the newspapers and TV stations in Cordonia. They’ve had word that she’s missing. It must be one hell of a story if he’s calling me himself. If I find out you and her have some little scam going, I swear I will hunt you down, cut off your bollocks and wear them as earrings.” Jacob knows the countess doesn't make idle threats.

“Madeleine I swear I have no idea where she is. What’s Liam said about it? Let me know as soon as you hear from her, please? Despite what you think about me Madeleine, I do actually really care about Riley you know.” Jacob’s heart leaps from his chest to his throat, he doesn't just care about Riley, he admits to himself, he’s totally and utterly in love with her.

“Ugh whatever. Just call me if you hear from her. And do not engage with the press, leave that to me.” She hangs up without waiting for a response and makes her way to the palace offices to see if she can find out what’s going on.

                                                       ****

Bastien’s team and the police work continuously through the night on locating Riley. Liam and Drake stay in the conference room with them the entire time, surviving on cups of strong coffee. Olivia finally retired to bed in the early hours insisting they wake her if anything happens.

As Madeleine enters the room her eyes dart around taking in the number of people and activity going on around her. She notices Liam and Drake slumped in armchairs at the back of the room and makes a beeline for them.

“Liam, you look like shit. What the hell is going on in here? Please tell me the rumours I’ve heard are not true.” She barks at him. He groans. He could do without her snark right now.

“Madeleine what exactly is it that you’ve heard?”

“That Lady Riley is missing. I guess from the activity in here that it’s true? Don’t tell me she finally left you and ran off with that cocky agent of hers?” Her full painted red lips curl up into a cruel smirk.

“Madeleine.” Drake warns her. “Not now ok.” She turns to him as if she’s only just noticed his presence and curls her lip in disdain.

“I am the Royal Communications Director, it is my job to know what’s going on. I shouldn’t have to hear it by being woken in the early hours by Jim god damn Baxter asking for a statement.” She folds her arms across her chest and sticks her chin up defiantly.

“We were trying to keep it quiet Madeleine.” Liam snarls through gritted teeth. “The police think she’s been taken.”

“As ever Liam, you have done a wonderful job of keeping your private life out of the media.” She states sarcastically. “What do you mean taken?”

Her voice is shrill and it hurts Liam’s sleep deprived brain. He winces as he replies.

“I mean kidnapped for fucks sake Madeleine, what the hell do you think I mean!” He shouts the last part at her. Madeleine’s eyes grow wide and Drake knows it has more to do with the normally placid kings uncharacteristic outburst than the fact that she’s hearing about Riley’s potential kidnapping. The agents working around them look up in surprise at the disruption. Liam lowers his voice again. “The police have agreed that they don’t want any news reports scaring whoever’s got her into doing something stupid.” He looks at the floor so she doesn’t see the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Why was I not informed of this! This is unacceptable. We need to work on a statement right away. My phone has been blowing up all morning. The press have obviously got hold of the story from somewhere. Something about a café owner on Main Street being questioned yesterday afternoon. Liam we need to take control of this before any news channels pick it up.”

“No!” He says firmly.

“Liam, they are going to run the story anyway. We need to get ahead of the curve and put our own spin on this.” She snaps back equally as firmly.

“Madeleine this is not some fucking PR stunt. Contact the Chief of Police, Officer Beckett. Work with him on what they want put out to the press. Do not do anything without his say so. Is that clear?” Liam orders.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Liam, I need to get something out within the next half an hour or it’ll be speculated about on breakfast news. We need to draft something together. This should come from the palace not the police.”

He’s finally lost his patience with her and lets out an explosion of pent up anger.

“NO! Madeleine I have given you a direct order and I expect it to be followed!” He bellows. The police and agents working around them share sheepish glances with each other as activity around them ceases and the room goes deathly silent. He turns to his best friend in the chair next to him.

“Drake I can’t deal with her right now, get her out of here.” Liam’s normally kind blue eyes are cold, grey and steely and Drake immediately rises silently from his seat and leads a shocked and open mouthed Madeleine out of the room.

Olivia passes them in the hallway. “Drake, Countess Madeline. I assume from the lack of calls overnight that there’s no update?” Madeleine stalks off down the hall without pausing, ignoring them both.

“No Liv, nothing. I don’t even know if they are any closer to finding out what happened. The press have got a hold of the story. Maddie is off to draft a statement with the Chief of Police. Liam just tore her a new one, he had me escort her out.” He raises his eyebrows at Olivia.

“He’s still in a state then?” She questions, already knowing the likely answer.

“Yeah. Although he’s still putting on a brave face. I’m gonna go and shower and change and see if I can get my head down for an hour. See if you can get him to do the same. Call me if anything happens.” He walks off down the corridor as Olivia takes a deep breath and enters the conference room.

“Liam, you look like shit.” She kisses him on the cheek and sits in the chair next to him.

“Yeah, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.” He replies with no hint of humour or sarcasm in his voice.

“You need to go shower and change. Get something to eat. Try and sleep for a bit. I’ll stay here, I’ll call you if anything happens, ok.” Liam shakes his head.

“Olivia, I can’t. I need to stay here.”

Olivia takes both of his hands in hers.

“Liam, no one wants to see their king as a stinking mess, what would Riley think if she saw the state of you? Go and shower. Have some food. You’ll be no good to anyone if you burn out.” Liam knows if Riley was here she’d tell him to relax, to take deep breaths, to take care of himself. Stop worrying about me she’d say to him, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself, I’m a New Yorker remember. Liam stifles a sob.

“I look that bad huh?”

“Yes you do. Now go.” Olivia pushes him up out of his seat.

“Make sure you call me straight away if anything changes.” The cold grip of fear still hasn’t left his chest and Liam feels its fingers tightening around his heart.

“Of course I will. Go.”

“Thank you Olivia.”

“You don’t have to thank me Liam.” He nods at her and leaves the room.