#cullamell

my bird, you put on your veil

and fly through the mist to me

Your hands are rough but strong enough to put this heart back together, in your arms I am whole again

Yet another lousy attempt at smearing legitimate artists on tumblr by lady--lucrezia/thestolenthrone/madame-helen. Sadly they don't have enough credentials or know enough about art or copyright laws to make their case legitimate or believable.

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In case anyone takes seriously this racist thief, a few words about their accusations:

- "Artist edits an art without mentioning the original artist" - if you actually know anything about art you can see that schwarznummer1's piece is not an "edit". It's painted from scratch using the Hellelil and Hildebrand, the meeting on the turret stairs as a reference. Character bodies and background proportions differ from the referenced painting meaning that the artist sketched and built the scene from scratch by themselves. The brushstrokes, choice of color, lighting and entire atmosphere is unique and consistent with schwarznummer1's art style, which will be very hard to achieve by just editing Burton's painting. It's not a change of colors or textures (thats actually very simple to do) like we can see on thestolenthrone/lady–lucrezia’s illicit edits of stolen art but I do understand that it is hard for them to grasp that some people actually worked really hard for their skill in art.

- "artist does not even give credit and does not mention that it is an edit. Original artist is: Frederic William Burton. If you edit, name it an edit and don't confuse people by not mentioning anyone as if you drew it by yourself" - The painting titled Hellelil and Hildebrand, the meeting on the turret stairs by the victorian painter Sir Frederic William Burton belongs to the public domain. To quote the Guide Through the Legal Jungle: "If the material is in the public domain (meaning the copyright in the work has expired or never existed), copyright law places no obligation on you to refer to the work as public domain, to cite the source, or to provide any other type of credit. Likewise, if your use of the material qualifies as a fair use (here I’m referring to fair use as defined under Section 107 of the Copyright Act), copyright law places no obligation on you to indicate that you’re relying on fair use, to cite the source, or to provide any other type of credit." So no, the artists did nothing wrong by not attributing a well known paiting (not to lady--lucrezia tho) that belongs to the public domain.

"This post was created with the help of several people who sent screenshots or pointed it out ! <3 Thanks" - it's actually one person with multiple accounts stalking, harassing and stealing from mainly non white legitimate artists on tumblr. This is not an accident, they choose their victims with purpose.

She or he reblogs the scammer's posts regularly to give the gaza scam more attention, the loser (chanafehs) spreads scam and you even find a lot of scam tags under the account in search. I guess artists who do not make money with their art step into the black market business now hoping to get a piece of the scam cake that way at least. Black market business no. 1. Don't believe the shit in these posts above, it is scam and copy pasted you find the same pictures used for different stories.

Oh and I was just informed she changed her pfp. You can change your name and pfp as often as you want, that does not erase the indirect scam support, that was the most smartest move ever. Calls others "diabolical" and "racist" for simply pointing out the scam she/he and others support, yeah right. The good thing is your scam support connected to your art is known beyond tumblr now, just how it should be ;) creating art yes, trying to kid people and let them spend money for scam, no !

update : aaaaaand another artist who supports scam

(Palipunk is one of chanafeh's alts)

Artist edits an art without mentioning the original artist

artist does not even give credit and does not mention that it is an edit. Original artist is: Frederic William Burton. If you edit, name it an edit and don't confuse people by not mentioning anyone as if you drew it by yourself, even when it is heavily edited but you used this as an inspiration and the outlines clearly

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the scam spreader who gets support by the so called *artist* even uses a fake account to promote her account and justifies to have no artist mentioned:

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LMAO it is OVERPAINTED even the ark, the stairs and the window is same, the posture of the characters only some volume was taken away from the bodies and different clothes were paint over and I suspect even the clothes and armor were not self painted but copy pasted and then overpainted look at these outlines, tis looks like inserted and after painted over. This unnatural glow is shitty editing

she/he made the background darker even the light conditions were copied and look mushy because of the extreme paint over. The architecture at the side and the ark was completely painted over, putting some awkward looking (looks like a kid drew it) eyes of protection symbols on (also known as evil eye). Sorry but no lol this is an EDIT not an own art created from the very scratch. I might not be an artist myself nor do I edit art myself, but I know a bit about art >_> and I got two very well functioning eyes.

The WORST is: She/he even sells prints with "her/his" art or rather her/his edits pretending it's painted from scratch. nothing wrong with prints IF she would not support donation scam with her badly overpainted artworks and at least be honest that it is an edit and not an own art. Her own art created from scratch looks well..... very simple and you can see the difference clearly that behind the edited one was a real artist (Burton), there you see the artist can not even draw complex art from scratch herself/himself. an advise: go study and earn your money doing a legal job instead of sitting at home still, with mommy and daddy as an adult very likely, trying to sell edits as own art and promote scam all day. They even use the anti scam campaign to act like being the victim, oh well too bad there are so many proves and we do not care who the artist is, scam spreading is scam spreading.

as we found out this fake blog that spreads lies about our and other blogs belongs to the scam spreader too = chanafehs with his many many alts or schwarznummer1 himself who advertises his own shit, which is even more sad in this case.

by the way you can easily find a print out shop in your neighbourhood or online, for that you do not need to support a scam-spreader and artists who edit art like schwarznummer1 and many others, but sell it as theirs and point at others who edit art. the difference is we do NOT promote scam. Do not let them fool you.

here are a few more evidences of the *artist* reblogging the scam spreader who is already known to spread political hate speech and scam.

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lmao this bullshit makes me laugh every time I look at it because it is so nicely ridicuous btw that reminds me, search for schwarznummer1 on artsites like deviantart, it's a gay porn account ! not AT ALL sus lol and a very big coincidence that on tumblr the *artist* is connected to scammes and on actual art share sites you find such an account which of course has a lot to do with DA art: (sarcasm)

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more art to draw attention to gaza scam lol she even acts like ohhh I got tagged by a scammer, thank you so much that I get the chance to advertise your scam even more. Scammer: "You are welcome you get some piece of the scam money cake, maybe ! You can make more money that way than with your art, believe me that is what I do for a while now!" I'm sorry the topic is actually a very serious one but the way they act so badly is unintentionally funny. Good that most people are smart enough to not fall for this very bad acted bullcrap. you can also see the difference to the Burton edit, compared to that schwarznummer1's art done from scratch... yeah really reminds me of *my art* done in primary school kinda

lmao the scammer gives you even pseudo history/culture lessons bathed in hate speech, coffee from palestine xD that killed me

the monobrow scammer got another blog ! the guy got countless of alts, acting like it is to focus on fandom stuff yeah right.

lmao what treatment? Oh wait he is chronical ill too???? NOOOOO ah dammit I should have known these scammers are all chronically ill. The only treatment you need is a mad house. Yeah your blog got clogged with *stuff* scam would be more honest to say. Wait a moment, did he not talk bad about dragon age fans and now tries to creep up their ass after his scam was revealed?!

sorry but your scammer ass is marked as such and even creating xxx new accounts every few months, deleting posts and suddenly acting as if being interested in the DA fandom to conceal your bullcrap does change anything but only intensifies your cringe level.

this artist follows the gaza scam spreader too, what a shame for the art but scam supporters deserve to end up on the block list, these people are only in the fandom trying to make money with their art which alone is not the problem, but they are not even active in the fandom (it is only connected to their art to make money) they do art for, only circle wank with other artists to promote one another and scammers alike in this case which is very prominent in the DA fandom sadly. They know exactly what they support there and only do it to get many extra *likes* by the scammers in return. a giving and taking).

Do not buy their prints, if you like their art just save the picture, crop it to your liking and have it printed out yourself (online or the print shop in your area) and give money to the printshop, rather than an artist who supports scam. Buy prints only from sources where you know the person is not connected to any online scam mafia.

staged anon asks (sent by bunabi or the other mentioned person) to have a reason to advertise scammer friends' products, bunabi is in close contact to the scam spreader chanafehs. They clean out their blogs lately but I have seen that blog several times interacting with the scammer, just the same like rabentanz does (screenshots). Why are all the compliment posts anons? If someone genuinely likes your art why hiding? I understand when it is about a sensitive topic but compliments? Makes no sense, sorry other than being staged.

I'm pro support for talented artists, real artists, but not when they use their art to promote any form of scam or political hate speech, or when they only edit other art heavily and call it their own art and not even an edit what it is.

real artists who have the desire to share their art only, never support scam!

good that the scam spreader even mentions many of the other scam supporter in one post that makes it easier to post it as one screenshot, also the scammer reblogs his own posts from his other alt or should I say alts??? They are all wonderful scammers who support the scam spreader's palestine donation scam on tumblr !

Other blogs that are known to support the scammer above: p0lkadotdotdot / postcardsofthedas (same person). she is no artist but she posts random screenshots and calls them an edit >_> and reblogs the scammer posts (of course only the *art* the scammers post does not look too obvious then right?!)

They also create or let create DA 3D prints with art and designs that are under Bioware's copyright... good luck if they find out you sell the shit online somewhere that will become VERY uncomfortable. the person did another account to push the server further desperately. with illegal copyrighted 3D prints you get not more people into your server but a very spicy fee

more about the scam spreader you find here:

day 04: kiss.

CULLEN RUTHERFORD//FT. A’S ELENA AMELL//WORD COUNT: 885.//CW: ADDICTION MENTION, PAST TRAUMA MENTION.

He can’t breathe.  Two fingers work their way beneath the collar of the uniform he’s been coerced into donning for the evening, trying to loosen its vice-like grip around his throat.  His Adam’s apple bobs as he nervously tries to swallow.  The fit veers just to the left of too tight, the jacket tailored perfectly to his body.

He doesn’t like it.  It lacks the comforting, protective weight of his armor and leaves him feeling vulnerable.  Too vulnerable; he hasn’t spent this much time out of heavy plate since before he took his vows, and it feels like a ball of anxiety has settled itself in his chest.  He scowls at the reflection in the looking glass of the quarters he’s been given at Gaspard’s manse.  He’s the commander of the Inquisition’s armies, for the Maker’s sake.  Given what they’ve come here to do, he should be armed and armored to the teeth, not trussed up like some Orlesian lapdog in velveteen and silk.  The ball of anxiety tightens a little as all of the what-ifs play about in his head.  The sigh that escapes him is more of a growl than anything, and he runs a hand through his hair, mussing up the meticulously styled curls.  The effect of the tousled tresses is startling, softening some of the severity of his features.  He decides he doesn’t like that either.  Andraste help him, he’s so far out of his element that the anxiety is beginning to bubble into full-blown panic, and he’s not even set foot in Halamshiral yet.

He’s never been overly-fond of Orlais. Or the Grand Game, for that matter.  It’s like playing chess with vipers, and Josephine has secured them an invitation into the very heart of their nest and he doesn’t even have his bloody sword.  To say he’s running blind is an understatement of the century.  How can he be expected to protect the Inquisition, to protect her, if he’s been stripped of tooth and nail?  Vulnerability has never set well with him and he’s already failed her, failed himself, once before, to disastrous consequences.  It leaves him feeling sick to his stomach, and again the old temptation is there — one drink, just one drink to slake the thirst, to make him strong.  The same song that haunts him night after night.  He ought to be taking it. I could protect her if I took it. He swallows it down and slams a fist against the wall.  He cannot do this.

There’s a soft knock on the door, and he knows it’s her.  She had said earlier that she would come fetch him when it was time for them to depart for the Winter Palace, but he’s not ready.  He’ll never be ready, not when he feels as naked and useless and abjectly miserable as he does right now.  It’s enough to send a familiar throbbing ache through his head.

“Enter,” he calls to her, his voice somewhat strangled.

The door clicks shut behind her, followed by the rustle of innumerable layers of fabric.  

“It’s nearly time,” she tells him.

All he can manage is a nod.  She’s a vision.  Truly, Josephine has outdone herself, and for a moment, he can’t breathe for an entirely different reason than the collar currently cutting off his circulation and his own anxiety.  She’s all red lace and red lips, more tempting than any desire demon could ever deign to be.  The realization of that thought slams him back to reality, the pain in his temple flaring into life.  This feels too much like Kinloch, too much like the eery calm before the world was torn asunder and all hell broke loose.  But he cannot afford to go back there now; as much as he doubts that he can keep himself from drowning all evening, he must try.  He will not fail her again.

“Elena.”  Her name is barely more than a sigh on his lips, and he’s struck then with the desire to kiss her.  Because this feels too much like a trap, too much like Kinloch, too much like this may be the last time he will see her whole and well.

How much will the Maker ask him to lose before he sees fit that he’s been punished enough?

He reaches out for her and pulls her in for a rough, desperate kiss, his mouth hot and hungry against her own.  He cannot bring himself to say good-bye, to acquiesce to leaving this wretched place and setting foot in one far worse, in a place he cannot protect her.  He trails white-hot kisses down her cool skin as far south as her dress will let him, his fingers itching to rip the damned thing apart at the seams, to hang the Empress and hang Orlais, and just have the peace they’ve been so desperately chasing all these years.  But she’s confided in him what fate awaits them if they fail tonight, and he has to drag his mouth away from the pulse-point on her neck, his breath on her skin eliciting little goosebumps where it ghosts over her earlobe.  

“We should leave,” he tells her.

They're waiting

They're watching us

They're hating