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The 51st edition of the 2024 Richard Murray Newsletter.

RECENT WORK The eighty-third of the Cento series. Two Kung Fu - the poetry version of Journey to the South COMMISSIONS DATES IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR The Minor Collective Kool and the Gang and fans Skettel from Moon Ferguson "Swordfight" 2024 Parties of Governance in the USA post 2024

URL https://rmnewsletter.substack.com/p/12222024-rmnewsletter

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[we-crazy-feet-me]

I am going to become the joker...

[random-reborn]

He uses his wife and child to fuel his ai in a good portion of his pictures. He also hates krypto the superdog.

This is the funniest cope I've seen from an AI bro in a while

"My AI slop looks better than the Ghibli artsyle! I'm a real artist!"

This is the same clown that got bad at Princess Peach wearing pants in the Mario movie trailer and whined about it being woke. I can sense a future divorce coming up in his future one day

[vibeless15]

SHADIKAL15

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Nice little challenge: Draw my persona in your style, I would love to see yalls creativity. Seeing how I have a wide variety of artist here I am curious on all of your styles. So I'm doing this challenge. Draw my persona in your style

[shadowlit-shows]

More art yet again

1: Ninjago my beloved 🤲❤

2: Emerson, a newer oc

3 and 4: A Lil redesign of my oc, Jasper!

Last drawings: More ocs (I love Isacord)

[adarkpastandbrightfuture]

[ @theshadowandhislight ] // noticed silver---linings having their silver meet your silver so decided to pull a funny and go for a shadow meet shadow thing. ofc un-lore related. //

' ' hmph.. ' '

The tall dark hedgehog glares down towards the other one, brow raised with his ears perked. his crimson eyes landed on the other, though he holds a non hostile posture- moreso cautious. afterall, it wasn't his first time meeting another-him.

' ' Sonic insisted I get to know other me's more.. despite him not following his own suggestion first. so i'm here, against my will, for the next day. ' '

Shadow paused as a voice of his own fills his ears, the shorter ebony-furred hedgehog turned to the other, taller one, with that resting bitch face. He seems more annoyed than angry or defensive if anything, narrowing his eyes as he looked the taller one up and down before finally entirely turning to him, huffing.

“Hmh. Another other version? As long as you aren’t here to cause problems, then fine. Just dont be surprised if silver catches you and gets confused about a ‘sudden growthspurt’ considering our different heights. I take your sonic is an annoyance aswell?”

[shadowlit-shows]

Apparently I have to marry my own oc

Not complaining tho 😌

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

[nekodere07]

Grian being a naturally born half Watcher and Grianpop HC AU

This was my take on Shadverse’s Grianpop AU, which is basically Grian’s dad who’s the first Watcher

This is also accessible on AO3 already!

Grian has always been an awkward boy. He distances himself from the kids his age and watch them from afar, enjoying themselves while they run around the park looking dirty but the huge smiles on their faces tells him everything that they’re happy. But he’s not jealous. Not fully. One time, his mother asked how he was at school and he could only shrug casually like it didn’t concern him. School was weird, the classrooms were weird, the teachers were weird, and most of all, the kids were weird. Especially the kid that brought that stinky fish with him the whole time and the lanky one with bunny ears kept on hiding behind fish boy.

They talked to him, sure, but it didn’t mean they were friends. His mother kissed him by the forehead and leans forward to how warm and soft the touch is, listening to her gentle voice as she tells her about making friends and how they will accompany him when he’s lonely and help him grow to become a better person in the future. At first, he’s reluctant to do it but goes to follow wherever those two kids go and as time goes by, he kind of like the company.

There are times when Grian wakes up to two muffled voices yelling at each other from downstairs but drowns them with his pillow and goes back to sleep (at least try to), like it doesn’t concern him. Hopefully his two siblings aren’t awake from the room across (he knows they are but if he tries to go and comfort them, their parents will notice that he’s awake and mother might say mean things to him again—worse, she might hurt them this time). Hopefully Taurtis has a new fun story to tell him tomorrow to keep him awake and not fall asleep on class again.

The arguing gets worse as well as their mother’s attitude towards him. At least she’s still loving towards his two younger siblings. He ignores it and tries to convince himself that she’s just stressful from work. It’s nothing to be worried about. It’s not like his mother meant what she told him about being… It wasn’t true, right?

One day, his father called him to the living room and asks Grian to sit with him on the sofa. All of a sudden, his father’s heavy hand lands on his blonde hair and ruffles it gently as he smiles and tells him about meeting someone who will truly care for him and he should cherish them—be with those people and never betray them. He’s quite confused but he nods as he mirrors his father’s kind smile that for some reason, doesn’t quite reach his ears like it usually did. His father then stands and turn to walk towards the kitchen to cook for dinner.

Is it just him or father’s eyes glowed purple for a second or was it lighting messing up with him?

Grian should have said something about it. He should’ve said something about why his father’s signature cheeky grin didn’t feel quite right. He should’ve said something, anything!

That talk is the last time he would ever get to see his father again.

His mother sends him to Tokyo Soul a few weeks after his father apparently left and reunites with her boyfriend, which is his siblings’ biological father, since she’s apparently unable to support his financial needs and has to earn it himself. At least all he needs to pay was his living expenses and she still pays for his school so there wasn’t much of a problem.

Then Tokyo Soul, which is the name of the town he’s staying for the rest of his high school years, happened.

Because of his horrifying experience there, Grian learns how to survive like a soldier in the middle of enemy territory and pull the trigger without batting an eye. He’s not sure which is worse, almost dying from a car crash and getting shot by various people or being threatened with a knife multiple times by your own best friend. He’s not sure if he even wants to survive this long after that hellscape, to be honest. Does it even matter? Everything in his life is a lie. He followed every advice that his parents gave him, yet all he receives are pain and suffering.

Even after meeting new people from different worlds and co-founded one of the most famous fantasy worlds in the universe, he still feels empty inside. So, he says his goodbyes to his co-founders and friends, leaving that world behind and goes to a new one.

That’s when he meets the Evolutionists.

It’s like a big slap to the face but in a positive way.

Instead of expecting the same outcome with them, they destroyed his world and proves it to him that there is still hope in humanity. Even after isolating himself away from civilization and build his own empire, people still go out of their way to visit his base and pay their regards. They even compliment his build even though it’s not even that impressive. He’s always been told by his mother that his love of building was a waste of time and resources and should focus on something more practical.

When he accidentally told Martyn about it one time, suddenly he exploded and started an hour-long rant about how amazing Grian was. For some reason, his heart flutters and cheeks hurt, even now that he’s only reminiscing it, only to realize he’s smiling so much. Ever since then, every Evolutionist will come and compliment him. Some like Netty will bring him a present like a pot filled with a delicious meal.

At first, when he stumbled upon his siblings who are living with the rest of the Evolutionists, he was reluctant whether to interact with them since they might hate him for leaving them and not writing even a single letter, but they easily jumped to his arms and cried how much they missed him. That’s when he decided that he will hang out with them more and take care of them like a good brother this time.

Living with the Evolutionists is the happiest time he has ever been his whole life.

Until mysterious structures with bedrock and the Watchers appear, that is.

Everything crumbles right before his eyes, both literally and metaphorically, after he defeats the dragon and is taken from his friends—his real family. He can only watch in dread and cry his heart out as the world slowly deteriorates from the inside, leaving everyone to die but not him.

Why? They don’t deserve it. Everyone has been so kind of him and all he did was take, never giving the same kindness in return. He should be the one to sacrifice his life for them so they can live a happy life without him. This always happen. Whenever Grian is around, he destroys everything he touches—everything he ever cares about.

When the Watchers do their worst to him, he didn’t resist even once. It’s weird when all he did in his whole life was exactly that. They gave him wings, too many eyes for a human being, and knowledge regarding magic that he doesn’t even care about. Can he even call himself that after all the things he did? He quietly obeyed when they ordered him to watch over worlds he’s unfamiliar with, those specifically that are reeking with blood and smoke due to unending wars that they were manipulating from behind the scenes.

He quietly followed the orders of taking out any individuals or organizations that might get in their way with the help of his years of experience back in high school. He did everything like a dog awaiting its master’s orders. It feels like it doesn’t even matter anymore. It’s like the strings that keep him moving all this time have finally been cut off, leaving his husk for a body to drop lifelessly to the cold, hard ground, available for anyone to use however they please.

Just when Grian thought all hope is lost, a peculiar Watcher keeps on appearing right before him wherever he goes, casually making a one-sided conversation with his porcelain teeth expose through a cheeky grin. Even if he never responds to their obvious bait of making him talk, they still went out of their way to hang out with him everyday without fail, even if it's only a few minutes or seconds before Grian is summoned by the higher ups.

What is this guy plotting? Because he’s not buying it. Not anymore.

He does everything in his power to avoid meeting up with them at all cost, causing them to chase him all around the base the second they spotted him. Of course, he won’t let them do as they please and he hides at the places someone will least expect it, using his magic to avoid any detection even with their eyes. But for some reason, they always found him like it’s nothing. At one point to another, their weird chase has turned into a weird hide-and-seek of some sort and surprisingly, he kind of likes it. He enjoys how the breeze brushes against his cheeks and how fast his heart beats from the thrill.

Grian finally decides to give in to their peculiar Watcher and let them “find” him, sitting on the edge of one of the many floating islands as they laugh and catch their breath. It’s been a while since his face and stomach hurt from having so much fun. He thinks it’s a great thing every once in a while, for him to take a break from everything… but not too much. He doesn’t want to expect something like last time.

He turns to his side to watch how his companion is doing so far, only to exclaim as he sees a grinning face being too close for comfort. As he places a hand to his drumming heart, they burst into a fitful laughter and he doesn’t hesitate to punch them by the shoulder, stopping their laughter and whines about painful their shoulder apparently is. Grian huffs at how childish this creature acts, staring at their bright expression. Their eyes are a beautiful shade of purple, glinting like the twinkling stars all around them and his raven fringe slightly covers them, acting like a black backdrop as it highlights them more.

The Watcher’s teasing comment snaps him out his thoughts before they point out that they didn’t quite catch his name. With a whisper, he tells them he’s Xelqua, like he’s ashamed of it. He is. They shake their head and reiterate that they want to know his real name. He jolts at this, realizing that this individual approaches him like he’s one of them even after knowing about his reputation. Isn’t he disgusted of his existence for being an artificial Watcher?

With a gulp, his jaw hangs as he contemplates whether he wants to reveal his true—past name or not. After a shaky breath, he utters the name that he hasn’t used in a very long time. He pronounces it awkwardly like it’s a foreign word and not his name. He can feel a heavy hand patting his back gently, rising his head to meet this peculiar Watcher’s eyes, only to see a smile so tender that he’s afraid he might cry. No one has ever looked at him that way since… that day.

Before Grian realizes, he feels warmth wrapping around him and sees them through a blurry vision that they’re hugging him. The one thing Watchers never do in their entire existence is to show what is similar to humanity. In fact, they would rather die a million times over than show kindness and empathy towards their fellow Watchers or other creatures. But this Watcher in front of him did the impossible. Suddenly, his chest constricts as the tears won’t stop flowing and he can’t contain his sobs any longer, so he can only grasp at their robe like a lifeline as he cries his heart out.

After his embarrassing crying session, they let go of each other and stare at the black horizon beyond them in comfortable silence. Then, they introduce themself and says that their name is currently Charlie and uses he/him pronouns. Grian wonders why he never heard of their—his name despite being in the same division. Charlie replies that it’s his human name and it’s his most favorite one, muttering “she gave it to me” whilst his smile falters ever so slightly before going back into a cheeky grin. Grian is a bit confused about that whole thing but decides to shrug it off.

Since then, the two of them are hanging out more, telling stories about their lives with humans. As it turns out, Charlie really likes humans despite being a Watcher. “Like” as in not the same as the ones the Watchers use to justify their horrible actions, but “like” as in actually how Grian used to feel towards his friends. Apart from hearing him from time to time about how he missed his previous life with humans, Charlie rarely tells any stories about his personal life. Sure, he has a lot to talk about other planets, adventures, new discoveries, and more, but they were rarely about him. Even if he was, he only acted as a spectator of some sort. Wow, he really is a Watcher (compared to majority of them).

Unfortunately, Grian doesn’t miss the fact that they’ve been hanging out less and less, always being summoned by the higher ups the second they thought they finally have time for themselves. He knows and certainly Charlie knows as well that they’re purposely preventing them from seeing each other. The missions are getting harder and harder to fulfill and worse, becoming crueler. The image of an innocent crying baby’s life being snuffed so soon with his own hands keeps looping inside his mind, lurking and pouncing at every second he lets his guard down.

He can’t do it. Not anymore. He’s meant to keep this a secret from Charlie but after one of the missions, Grian slips up and starts breaking down the second he sees him, beginning to apologize profusely about how he can never make it up to that child.

And that’s when everything changes.

(Inspired from “7 Years” by Lukas Graham and Nanatsu no Taizai scene about Meliodas given a future illusion by Chaos about everyone dying except him due to immortality)

(I made this idea during early March last year, but I got bored from finishing this, so I’ll leave this idea here)

[frippp]

Im considering drawing some of the right wing toddlers in barbie outfits, like imagine ben shapiro as a mermaid barbie or something like that and put shadversity in pink armour with a big unconftable boob plate

Probably wont though since i dont draw real people and unlike them i don’t like to mock people different from myself

(Side note its always sad when i find out a youtube channel i used to like is run by a complete moron RIP shadversity)

[carapise]

Being perfectly honest, I really hated shadversitys video on ai. Felt like he was just beating me over the head with the argument "well technically it's not illegal, so fuck your argument, it's morally correct to do this" at this point I have no clue if ai is moral or not, but it's very rude to repeatedly dismiss your opponents points because some other system has no way of currently to account for the action

i dont actually think AI art helps disabled people make art, that's the better argument to start with. it doesnt do the thing that it says it does and it never will. theres a skill floor to using it because it sucks

[liskadaebabbit]

#shadversity "what a disappointment"

[vibeless15]

hello shad, you dont have to reply to this message but i hope you read this. Im honestly looking forward for your new works and stories that you will publish and have published. Tho it is a shame that alphatale is cut short, I understand the feeling of losing passion in something and it being compared to your other work. I hope this messages finds you well, and i hope you wont stop doing what your passionate about. I love your work and how you have improved. Sorry if this message is hard to understand as english is not my first language. That is all I wanted to say. Thank you for the stories you’ve made and thank you in advance for the stories you will make. From one of your biggest supporters.

I greatly appreciate your kind words, and thank you so much for them.

I will continue to make great things for you all, even if they aren't Alphatale. And I hope you all stick around to see me do so.

Thank you!

[shadowlit-shows]

Guys what if I make ship requests with my own ocs

[nekodere07]

What if Hermitcraft is actually a server filled with Watchers? Only Grian doesn’t know... HC AU

Already posted in AO3 if you prefer to read it there :]

Except the Watchers in HC aren't the same as the ones Grian has encountered like ever. Compared to the ones who tormented him for years and took his family away from him, these Watchers don't interfere. They follow each Hermit separately, which is unnerving to say the least. They also just do what their name suggests: They watch. But it's gotta be some sort of trick, right? At some point, they're going to reveal their true colors and harm each and every one of them.

Because of this mindset, Grian has been observing his friends w/ the help of the same magic he despises the most. He can't help it. The itch just keeps on coming back whenever he thinks about the possible dangers lurking his friends, and there are even times he just slips and uses it without him realizing it. He watches and watches and watches, but there. Is. Still. NOTHING. If these Watchers are playing the long game, they're pretty good but they're bound to slip someday. But he can't wait someday. There's just so much he can tolerate. So, an idea pops on his head as if a light bulb has lit up. What if he makes the problem himself that will lead the Hermits to suspect the Watchers? His lips crack into a huge grin in reflex.

Time to work.

I imagine this obviously going wrong since the Watchers or "chats" as the Hermits dub them, they just keep on doing what they do best: annoying the hell out of the Hermits, so everyone more or less is aware that the chat is incapable of doing such a thing. The chat sells out Grian obviously, but not easily since he's one of the strongest Watchers. The ones that can actually interfere so they're afraid of them. The ones who are actually dubbed as Watchers and not the weak ones like the chat. The chat is afraid of the creatures with too many eyes, wings, and hands.

To say that the Hermits are angry about discovering the truth about Grian framing their chat for causing trouble (others that actually harm them) is putting it lightly. When they express their "anger" (not really since they're pretty more patient and more understanding than they let on) to the famous troublemaker, Grian thinks that the Hermits are actually mad at him, enough that they'll probably hurt him in return or worse, ban him. So, Grian does what he does best.

He runs.

(This idea was actually inspired from Styx on Discord/Shadverse on AO3, but I loved what idea I came up with so I asked Styx if they were fine with me quoting their idea)

[sirobvious]

Just saw a fucking *advertisement* for Shadversity on YouTube so I’m taking this moment to remind everyone that SHADVERSITY IS NOT A GOOD SOURCE FOR ACCURATE MEDIEVAL HISTORY INFORMATION.

[orphredhair]

Let's not forget the fucker has a second channel that is extremely anti-woke, anti-feminism, and disgustingly bigoted. The dude spread out and showed his true colors eventually. Fuck Shadversity.

Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?

And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He'd analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.

He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.

But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.

Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.

And that was disappointing.

I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?

Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.

He has become...

*bad French accent* An artiste.

You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well... aside from the occasional artist watermark.

Whoops!

A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn't belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.

For example, check out this cool "pirate hat" I asked A.I. to place on my head.

Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.

I mean, you can't type "marathon runners" and expect that to actually work.

THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.

And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.

The thing is... Shad is very upset.

He is upset that you don't like his "art" and he is ready to die on this hill.

So... before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.

Before I show you his "Not. Easy." artistic masterpiece I'd like you to sit with what he has said for a second.

Ruminate in the verbiage.

Process the ideas and points of view presented.

Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.

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Have you sat?

Ruminated?

Processed?

Digested?

Okay, here it is...