The Price of Silence by Shade-the-AshClad, literature
Literature
The Price of Silence
The Price of Silence
By Shade the AshClad
The moon is near full but is sinking ever lower on the horizon, soon to leave the old, logging road with nothing to light it except the glimmer of the many stars and the headlights of a black, debadged, station wagon. Driving the station wagon is a man in a black suit. The man has dark hair and a handsome face and appears to be about thirty years of age; though, ey is actually a fair bit older. In the passenger seat, a young boy of about ten years of age is sleeping deeply through the bumps of the decaying roadway. Occasionally they pass a log, freshly cleared from the once aban
Nine Chants for Wizardly Meditation by White-Rose-Brian, literature
Literature
Nine Chants for Wizardly Meditation
I wander as a pilgrim to the World Tree. I roam the many roads and enter The Upper World, the Middle World, And the Lower World with loving intent. Woden heals wounds with his songs. I can be like Woden, the frenzied, through wizardry. Freya invokes foresight with her staff. I can be like Freya, the sovereign, through sorcery. Beyond what I commonly hear and see, I release my subtler senses to roam free. I breathe and touch the hidden numinous whole, Wearing the cloak and embracing the wizard’s role. I step away from waking life to shrines within shrouded realms. I join the gods, giants, and animals Before I reenter everyday life. Elves sing with elk and owls. Roses grow under oaks in their groves. Moonlight shines on Skadi’s mountains. They are all siblings and I am their sibling. Hail to Earth, wounded yet giving life. Hail to spirits and gods with knowing eyes. Hail to the gap from which creation arose. Hail to the mystic forces that infuse us as they flow. Below the roots
They say that during the darkest coldest Winters, when the harshest storms blow, The god Wodan rides his steed, Leading spirits inside the gales. Sometimes, the phantoms are said to be Valkyries, Finding Adam’s dying descendants. Sometimes, ghosts of humans themselves Are said to be the ones riding with Wodan. Other say that elven hunters Wielding longbows chase game. All accounts convey danger. They say that great rewards are promised To those who demonstrate power and reverence In willingly bracing against the rush. The prevailing winter alone can be deadly With its stinging, chilling toll on the flesh, Yet the rush of the phantoms can sweep the soul Away to whatever eldritch sphere. Any who endeavor to so personally Face the mythic warlord Wodan Would need a more compelling reason To venture outdoors into the tempest. Stories of the Wild Hunt are told Mostly as curiosities from the Old World. Would anyone gamble life and limb To be entangled within a spooky story? An
Sue this site if you been affected by Dream Up. by TheLittleDixie, literature
Literature
Sue this site if you been affected by Dream Up.
A class action lawsuit has been started in San Francisco to sue AI companies like Stable Diffusion, and most importantly, Dream Up. They will sue AI companies over things like copyrights infringements, breaches of public domain privately violations due to unethical data harvesting or farming. The big thing about this case is that the law firm are representing two groups of artists, one going after the AI companies, the other going after this site: DeviantArt. The reasons for the lawsuit against this site is very simple, for the ones that need reminding of what took place on this site during the holidays of 2022. DeviantArt teamed up with Dream Up to put their product on this site, but for AI to work the program needs a large database of image. But instead of letting their users know about the merger and not letting them know that they didn't have a choice in becoming data farming slaves they just tweeted out about how progressive and evolutionally this technology is for artists
Never, in my almost 10 years here on deviantart did I make a journal like this. I was about to not write it, but I hate injustices and hypocritical people. Besides that I wouldn't want you to happen the same he did to me and other people. A few weeks ago I was making a video about journals to explain something to a friend who didn't know how to do it from a group, I wanted to use my own group as an example, so I started recording what I was doing on the screen, but I saw something particular, the front of the group was not as I had left it, I saw that one of the contributors wrote a journal feature. I thought: Oh, ok... It seemed strange to me because on this group nobody posts journals, we are all busy people but we love to share our art. I thought it was a nice gesture that someone makes a feature of other artists in which one of my drawings was included, of which by the way I never received the notification, but it also seems to me that if a person wants to write a journal, make
"In the far east of the continent 'Neodebres', beyond the jagged snowy mountains reaching to heavens, even beyond the endless marshes Death walks day and night. There, lies a dark, deep forest called Night's Edge. Trees reaching tall and crowded canopies causes light to barely enter this forest, it is home to many creatures of the night because of this. One could lost in this forest even with the help of all mighty goddess's guiding light, thus even paladins avoid these dark lands. The dense forest reaches far until the center of the place. In the middle of the forest lies a huge lake, lake glows with a faint blue light at all times, making it seem harmless at first sight. But its waters claimed many lives, some even say the glow is spirits stuck in the lake. Death never leaves this dark place, but even dark creatures of this land stay clear of this huge lake. Not only because of its ominous existence, but rather something more obvious. A dark long tower looms in the middle of the