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Specifically what you used for the coloring/shading on this one lol

I use IbisPaint!

I used these brushes for line art and colour/shading respectively which I got from @sockiepuppetry :

Other brushes I use sometimes:

I hope this helps!

So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.

Using both Glaze and Nightshade would corrupt the generation of pictures mimicking artist AND mess with the AI's recognition of what everything is. Like it would generate a dog when you ask for a cat.

The kitchen has been running for 3 days now and has served on average 80 people a day, representing 80 households so potentially we’ve been helping 400 people a day.

Over 90% of those who have shown up to the kitchen over the past 3 days have been women and Children and for some it will be the only meal they get that day.

From tomorrow we’d like to scale up to making two 65 litre pots of stew a day which is 160 servings (households).

Currently we’ve purchased enough supplies to run the kitchen at full capacity for two weeks but we’d like to make this a permanent thing and that needs external support.

If you would like to support this project and help this kitchen to continue working, then please donate to this gofundme which will be providing the funding support

haran- hell “The Fett name puts the very fear of haran up the aruetiise.” (Order 66)

jari'eyc-ugly (lit: wrecked)

nibral-loser "And you’re not strolling in your fancy Kuati park now, so shift your shebs, you lazy little nibral.” (Order 66)

bev'ikase- dicks/penises “What a bunch of useless bev’ikase.” (Order 66)

gett'se-nuts/balls/testicles “Besany, if he moves, blow his gett’se off." (Order 66)

osik-shit “Doesn’t that scare the osik out of you?” "About kama fashions or some such osik.” (True Colors)

osik'la-shitty “You didn’t think some osik’la Imperial encryption could keep us out forever, did you?” (501st)

mir'osik- dumbass, shit for brains “Nice shooting, mir’osik,” Darman called to the gunner from the 14th. (Order 66)

shab-fuck “Well, shab-face, here’s where you find out that trooper armor isn’t as hardened as Katarn kit …” “Who the shab trained you?” (Order 66)

shabla- fucking “Fi, I’m going to break your shabla neck …”

shabii'gar- fuck you “Shabii’gar,” Niner snapped, and tossed the comlink back at A’den.(True Colors)

Ne shab'rud'ni! - don't fuck with me!

shebs,shebse-ass,asses “Dar! You’re going to be as wrinkled as a strill’s shebs if you stay in there much longer.”(501st)

mir'sheb-smartass “Okay, mir’sheb, you got a better idea?” (True Colors)

Nar'sheb!- Shove it up your ass!

Kovid lo'shebs'ul narit!-Put your head up your ass!

Kote lo'shebs'ul narit!-Shove glory up your ass!

motla'shebs-A rat's mott's ass "The Grand Army didn’t give a motla’shebs about how clones liked to be addressed, on the record at least." (True Colors)

sheb’urcyin-ass-kisser "Sheb’urcyin … aruetii.” (501st)

shabuir- fucker/motherfucker “As long as it’s not some Death Watch shabuir.” (501st)

shabuire-fuckers/motherfuckers"“And I just want to remind you shabuire that I’ve played meat-cans before.” (501st)

shabu'droten- fuck everyone/ a collective of fuckers “Shabu’droten,” Skirata muttered, and walked away. (Triple Zero)

Sooran, shab-suck on it/that (sooranir (verb) means “to suck”)

usen'ye-piss off/fuck off/go away “Usen’ye.” It was the crudest way to tell someone to go away in Mando’a" “And you lot can clear off. This is trooper business. Get lost! Usen’ye!” (Triple Zero,True Colors)

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”