CAT By  By 九米 / Zhaobangni (1631123)

Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.

I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.

Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.

Support real artists ☀️

Second in a series of comics i did with @this.is.ysabel to add to your Street Medic resources. This one’s about teargas. Feel free to share as you deem helpful. Happy early Juneteenth. Happy Pride. Black Lives Matter. Black Trans Lives Matter.

Pride Eeveelutions!

Husk's secret weapon

And yet so many people use computers for stupid trolling and hurting others...

homophobes are not allowed to use computers because the inventor of the computer was gay

gay homosexual creatures once again cuz i unearthed an old sketch and actually turned it into a finished 4 panel

"You Spared Me" NariLamb minific

^Recommended background music (I listened to this while writing it)

The One Who Waits laid in the center of the stone circle, wide eyes staring vacantly at the sky. Well, The One Who Had Been Waiting. Now, though, that was all over. He wasn’t sure who he was anymore. He felt tired, weak, and so much smaller than he used to be, but he couldn’t think about that for long; he was quickly distracted by a strange, almost musical sound. What was it? 

Birdsong, he realized. He hadn’t heard it properly in so long, he’d nearly forgotten what it was. Through the crown, he could sometimes hear a tweet or chirp on the rare occasions the Lamb had chosen to rest, but to hear it in person with undivided attention was different. The sun's warmth seeped into his fur, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a thousand years. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened them again as he breathed out. The sight of the sky, too, was distantly familiar and yet at the same time seemed brand new. Fluffy clouds drifted slowly through shades of orange, yellow, and blue, the hues of a new day.

“Hey there,” a soft, familiar voice greeted him. He didn’t bother looking up; he’d know it anywhere. “You alright? I know the portal can make people dizzy.”

“You spared me.” He said plainly. 

A brief pause. “Yeah, well,” The Lamb shrugged as they sat beside him. “Sorry, but I didn’t feel like killing you.” 

“Hm.” He hummed. “…You are forgiven. Truth be told, I didn’t ‘feel like’ dying.”

He could hear them release an amused puff of air before a set of cleft hoofs gently took his paw and began tugging him up. He allowed them to pull him into a sitting position and finally looked up at their face. 

Their gentle dark eyes twinkled like a clear night sky as they gazed down at him. “Well, get up and start living, then, Narinder.” With that, the rags he’d been wearing became a crimson tunic by their powers, just as his old name was made new again by their sweet voice. If they had killed him before, they’d now allowed him to be reborn. 

Perhaps this was the freedom he had yearned for.

Perhaps he could be happy here.

Based on this screenshot I took:

This man is so ready for retirement from godhood.

yeah sorry your princess came back wrong :(