#Will Writes

[eeveelotions]

I don't really want to abandon any of my fics, but the hyper fixation has lulled into a sleeper agent special interest. that, paired with unfortunately being an adult who works 40 hours a week and now has to plan on moving when my rent goes up, makes things difficult. I miss writing, and I miss my aus. and with the recent resurgence in gravity falls, almost all of my fics have gained some more attention. so I guess I just want to know which ones should be my priority?

If there's a fic/au you like but it's not on here, let me know! These are my high profile ones (and ones that I personally like), but that doesn't mean I'm against finishing any others! and don't be afraid to send me asks about anything :)

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

have this screenshot of something i wrote ages ago and found in my notes again! no idea what i wanted to do with it so i’ll just share it like this lmao

[amsbabygurl]

dress - a.m.

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - auston matthews x fem!reader

a/n - this will be my first actual fic so pls be nice...

this fic contains a lil swearing and s m u t - fingering (that's it... keeping it tame for now)

18+ below the cut!

you love going to events with auston, you really do. to you, there was nothing better than getting all dolled up just to spend the night on his arm, politely greeting all the members of the nhl while being whisked around by your gorgeous boyfriend. he also makes it incredibly hard to focus on anything around you, as his large hand splayed across the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass, rubbing small circles in the silk fabric.

you know he's just trying to soothe you, as a room full of people this important to him and his career could be rather intimidating, but instead of being comforting, it was making you feel other things.

you press your lips to the shell of his ear, "i'm going to get another glass of champagne, do you need anything?" you whisper. he turns his head to look at you and softly shakes his head.

"don't be too long now love," he whispers back, ghosting a kiss onto your cheek, so he doesn't ruin your makeup. you smile up at him and nod, slowly skirting away through the scattered crowd to the bar.

this might sound cliché, but damn, auston hated it when you left his side but he did love to watch you leave. you look incredible tonight, the dark blue dress he picked out for you hugging your curves so perfectly. damn is he ever lucky.

still staring at you as you stop at the bar to get another drink, mitch clears his throat, grabbing auston's attention. "dude, you're basically drooling. it's almost embarrassing," he observes with a low chuckle. auston whips his head around to look at him.

"i just don't like leaving her alone at these things when she looks that good," he emphasizes. he knew if anyone would understand it would be mitch.

in the meantime, you ask the bartender for another glass of champagne, and he nods, quickly moving out of sight to grab you some. you look up and down the bar, not recognizing anyone, until a soft hand presses into the small of your back. but it isn't auston's hand. you know exactly how his hands feel. you slowly turn your head, hoping not to appear too startled, and come face to face with no other than pierre luc dubois.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he whispers, getting a little too close to your ear for your liking, feeling his hot breath on your face.

"i'm not here alone. i happen to have come with my boyfriend," you say to pierre, rather loudly, hoping to get someone's attention, hoping they might rescue you.

"i don't see him here though" he whispers again. you're growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and with the bartender still gone fetching more champagne, your eyes scan the crowd looking for auston. he's not where you left him. an uneasy feeling settles in you as you give pierre a polite smile.

"i need to go to the bathroom," trying to give him an excuse and a reason to slip away and find auston. but he doesn't let his hand off of your back. "pierre, please let me go," you plead.

he starts to wrap his hand around your waist, when a deep voice comes from behind you. "i think she told you to leave her alone dubois."

auston.

you feel yourself physically relax, as his hand reaches out and wraps around your own, gently pulling you away from pierre's side. you grip onto his arm with your free hand, squeezing it gently in a silent thank you. pierre grunts, and with a nod, he walks away. you turn to face your boyfriend, his expression stern and hard.

"hey, it's okay. i'm okay my love," you say gently, your hand reaching up to cup his face. your thumb running soothingly over his cheekbone. he looks at you and his gaze immediately softens. you smile at him.

"i'm sorry baby, i shouldn't have let you off on your own. you look way too good for me to even think about letting you out of my sight," he whispers into your ear, both of his strong hands gripping your hips. you blush at his praise, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. he must have other intentions than an innocent thank you kiss, as he presses harder against you, pulling your hips closer to him as he tries to pry your lips apart with his tongue.

"aus," you whisper, "we can't do this here. there's too many people."

"i know baby, i just want everyone to know that you're all mine," he whispers back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your jaw "let's get out of here yeah?" you nod quickly, and he turns you gently so your walking in front of him, a hand on your back that slowly slides down until it's resting firmly on your ass. you can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. as much as pda isn't normally your thing, you can't help but feel a swell of pride wash over you. no matter what happens he always takes you home with him.

the drive home is tense. not because he was mad at you, auston could never be mad at you, but because the tension brewing between you is so thick in the front seat of his car. his large hand has found it's normal spot against your thigh, but it's slowly creeping closer and closer to the heat at your core. you've been aching for his fingers ever since he kissed you so passionately in that room full of people. like he was reading your mind, his hand slides further and further up, until the pads of his fingertips are tracing your slit through the lacy thong you had put on just for him.

"aus" you moan, feeling the way his fingers slowly made their way up to circle gently around your clit.

"what do you need baby, hmm? use your words," he says as he stops touching you completely. you whine from the lack of contact.

"i need your fingers in me auston, please," you beg. a smirk crosses over his handsome features as he moves your underwear to the side, giving him easy access, allowing his fingers to slip inside of you.

"shit baby, all this is for me?" he growls, as he starts to pick up the pace, thumb still circling your clit. you let out a moan, unable to say anything as the pleasure is building inside of you. "only i get to see you like this, becoming a sloppy little mess just because of my fingers." you let out a small mewl at his words. "tell me baby, tell me i'm the only one that will ever see you like this."

"i'm all yours aus, always yours," you pant out, words becoming harder and harder for you as you start approaching the edge.

"that's my good girl," he says "now i want you to come for me baby. let me feel you come undone on my fingers." with these final words of encouragement, you let go. clenching and unclenching on his fingers, as he continues his slow movements, working you down from your high.

you turn to look at him as he pulls into the parking lot at your shared apartment. his pupils are dilated, as he brings up his cum soaked fingers to his lips and sucks the taste of you off of them. he moans at the taste and you whimper from just watching the scene. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, hand coming up so his fingers can weave into the hair at the nape of your neck, allowing him to pull you into a searing kiss. you moan at the contact and the taste of you on his tongue.

"c'mon baby, let's go upstairs so i can take care of you properly," he whispers into your lips as his hand comes you rest on your thigh once again. you nod, getting out of the car, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you up the stairs. you are in for a long night.

a/n - if you made it through this, BLESS. also lemme know if you want a part two hehe

[deithwyr]

do you ever just....

[fr0wningsmiles]

HELLO TUMBLR!!

What I bring to you today is quite exciting,,, my first story that I’ve written and completed in a long time.

It has no name I’m afraid , but that’s okay!

WARNINGS/WHAT TO EXPECT ? ;

Tallulah Centric {At the start}

Based off my memories as a Qsmp and Dsmp Wilbur fictionkin , so consider them to be headcanons !

TNTDUO!!!! LOTS OF IT LATER , NEAR THE END !

Now with that being said , please keep in mind this is based off my own ideas/headcanons and memories of my own as a fictionkin!!! ENJOY !!

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Wilbur’s breath felt shallow, his chest completely empty filled with the numb feeling of fear. Where was his daughter? Was she okay? It was crazy for him to even consider being gone as long as he usually was. And to think that just the other day Wilbur didn’t want a new kid. That’s what was ‘special’ about him. Memories from past homes, past mistakes, past- children. He winced at the thought of a child of the past. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that though, Tallulah was more important in this second.

Wilbur had heard that she had gotten hurt, bad, almost on the verge of death. “Tallulah!?” The British voice filled with fear, shaky with the thought of another child being lost to the hands of death once more, Wilbur being powerless to stop it. The man inhaled sharply when there was no sound in reply. “If ANYTHING happened to her, so help me.” Wilbur mumbled loudly to himself, finally nearing close enough to Phil’s home, when Tallulah was left to be babysat by grandpa. “Tal-” Wilbur was cut off by the small shape of her egg slowly waddling around a corner, just about to enter the main room where her worried sick father stood, looking around wildly.

“Tallulah!” Wilbur exclaimed, rushing forward and scooping the small dragon egg up into his arms and holding her close to his chest, it still feeling empty, hollow and his breathing shallow and anxious. Even with his daughter so close to him, it was still a worrying thought. “Tallulah, are you okay? I heard you got hurt.” He attempted to keep his voice steady, trying to not panic the young egg. Tallulah wiggled out of Wilbur’s grasp and quickly set a sign down, explaining at a rapid pace about how scary it was, and how much she had missed him while he was away. “I’m so sorry.” Wilbur mumbled, his eyes widening, sadness and dismay flaring up in the deep pools of brown.

Tallulah didn’t seem that bothered. She was just happy to have her dad with her once more. She rushed to him and rested up against his leg. “I can see that you’ve already forgiven me?” Wilbur asked with a small chuckle, attempting to joke away the fear that just overtook his thoughts, as well as his body. All was well until he spotted a large crack running down her shell. “What- what is that?” Wilbur asked, his voice on the verge of shattering, just as his heart had just done deep inside the worried father’s chest. Tallulah, at first seemed confused. Why was her father so scared? She surely didn’t understand, so instead of asking, she just sat and allowed him to inspect her closely.

A long, thin crack ran from one end of Tallulah, to the bottom of her egg shape. Of course, she hadn’t noticed as she couldn’t see herself at all, so this would be a large surprise to her. “Lullah?” Wilbur’s voice was shaky as he looked down at his daughter that stayed neatly nestled in her father’s arms. She looked up at him and said nothing still, very confused. “Where did this huge crack come from?” Wilbur asked finally, the question sour on his tongue. Tallulah struggled to wiggle out of her father’s arms, stressed suddenly. “No , no Lullah ! It’s okay, okay it’s okay.” The girl dad , known as Wilbur Soot, struggled to keep calm in this scenario, as well as calming down his daughter at the same time.

The egg ran around madly as the fox man standing far above her watched in distress at the chaos that happened in front of him. “Honey, listen, listen I have a theory.” Wilbur slowly spoke, speaking softly, his once stressed tone calmed down to that of a worried father. The egg stopped suddenly, looking up at him trembling. “You’re at the age where you will probably- be hatching.” He looked nervous, like he was coaching a child through puberty once more. At least this time it would go better than with- Fundy. Squinting, Wilbur cleared his throat, and swiftly continued. “That crack is probably normal.” It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than his daughter. Tallulah attempted to tilt her head, although she didn’t have a neck, but Wilbur understood. “We need to get you resting.” Wilbur stated, sounding frazzled by this whole thing. Scooping the egg up, the duo slowly approached the man’s house, clutching the egg to his chest as they walked, the egg herself trying not to squirm. Hatching? That sounded scary! What if she wanted to be an egg forever? Many thoughts rushed through her mind, many pertaining to staying a child forever, just a small egg forever. No matter how hard she could try to convince herself, she was sure that it wouldn’t work, so she nestled in her father’s arms again, letting the idea of her fate rest slowly into her head.

Time had passed. Days went by, more cracks appeared, one after the other. Wilbur was scared, mortified even, while Tallulah started to warm up to the idea of hatching everyday that passed by. Days were spent between the father and daughter, talks of stress and fear with parents and friends. Wilbur lost count of just how many times he had gone and visited his father, Phil just to ask what was normal and what wasn’t. And every time that he did, he was always teased, always asked if he had ever done this before. Wilbur knew that Phil was simply trying to get under his skin and make him think about Fundy, but it wasn’t working, he just wanted Tallulah to be like how she was before, crack free and young. No, he would never ever be able to say that out loud, but he could always think it. Always hold the idea close to him and never let it go no matter what.

Time continued to move on at a rapid pace, Tallulah becoming more cracked, and Wilbur becoming more stressed, watching his daughter, the light of his life grow older. He had many conversations with Quackity, the supposed father of his child due to marriage, and adoption. Tallulah didn’t seem to mind him all that much, but she definitely was getting done with his nonsense and his constant depressing jokes about his own dead kid. Quackity seemed more stoked about Tallulah hatching then Wilbur was, which made Tallulah giggle more than feel hurt about it. She knew deep down that Wilbur would always be excited for her, would always be there and happy to be there for her in any way that he could be, so just for now, Tallulah figured she could let it go.

Finally, after one more convenient timeskip, the day came where the final clear spot on Tallulah’s shell shattered. Basically, it was her time to hatch, to emerge as someone new. Wilbur paced back and forth, back and forth whilst Quackity stared expectantly at Tallulah, Phil and his child trying to comfort the father with everything that they could, offering comforting words that Tallulah would be okay, no matter what. “Must it be so soon!?” Wilbur exclaimed in fear, his eyes widened, and his hands shaking as Tallulah herself shook, pieces of the bright egg shell shattering off from her body. “Yea, mate I’m afraid so. Chyanne hatched a long while ago, it’s only a matter of time.” Phil’s words were gentle, although amusement glittered in his eyes, and a laugh stayed in the back of his throat. “Yea yea, I’m sure whatever you guys are saying is important, but your daughter is hatching, Wilbur.” Quackity cut in between the sweet monologue between a father and a son, getting mildly frustrated with Wilbur’s logic, and basic thinking patterns. They were so extra, but that’s what he had to expect after being engaged to this man for quite some time.

“What!?” Wilbur perked up and stared at his daughter as the final shell fell from Tallulah, revealing her human-like form. Small, stumpy dragon-like horns sprouted from Tallulah’s head, sharp claws glittered in the light of the room and a long, scaly tail grew from her back, two fox ears rested neatly on her head. The girl’s outfit was similar to Wilbur’s but with more color, more bright, bright color. Wilbur slapped his hand over his mouth in shock whilst Quackity, Phil and Chyanne celebrated, already stating proclamations of congratulations on working to get out the tough dragon eggs. “Lullah,,” Wilbur’s voice came out as a hush whisper, his eyes wide once more, welling up with tears in the deep corners of his eyes. The father rushed forward and scooped his daughter up into his arms, Talluah swiftly returning the hug and clinging onto her father, her one important person. The fox cooed quietly to her, holding her and rocking her in his arms, fatherly instincts kicking in from oh so long ago.

As it could be expected, Wilbur never let Tallulah out of his sight. Because she was birthed, brand new out of the dragon egg that she had been confined in for months, to almost a year, he was as protective of her as a wild animal is to their new young. Wilbur picked up the personality of a stressed parent once more, watching every move of any person that came close to his daughter. And Tallulah? Well, she was adjusting nicely, even if it was difficult, she overcame it nicely. Wilbur was swiftly helping her learn some basic English words to say out loud, whilst she helped him understand sign language in order to communicate with one another, without having to use bulky signs that took forever to set up.

“It’s sweet to see honestly.” Phil spoke quietly, glancing at Quackity as Wilbur chased Tallulah around the back garden that was connected to the house they had gathered at. “Although, I do wish it could always be like this, I know with time things will go back to normal.” The wise man continued, staring out the window for a few moments longer, Quackity’s eyes following the old man’s gaze. “Yea.” Quackity’s only reply seemed empty and cold as he watched the happy father and daughter. Was he a little salty? Yes, incredibly. But just because he was hurting didn’t mean that he could take that out on his new husband and child. “You know, Big Q, Wilbur’s been acting odd.” Phil finally addressed the elephant in the room. Wilbur’s weird behaviors. “I know.” He said quietly in reply. “With time, if he ever wants to tell me, I’ll let him.”

Wilbur stopped chasing his daughter, pressing his head tightly up against his back, groaning a bit as it cracked. “Why don’t you go find Chyanna, Lullah? Papa needs a break.” The dragonette nodded and rushed off, Phil laughed a little as his son approached, raising one eyebrow. “How's dad life?” He asked. “Delightful.” Wilbur replied, sarcasm lacing his tone. Wilbue knew that the older man was just trying to get under his skin. “It’s a blast, that’s why I raised three kids.” Phil chuckled again, glancing over at Quackity who raised an eyebrow. Sometimes Wilbur forgot that not everyone remembers past lives like his family did. Squinting, Wilbur rolled his eyes and turned away from the two and left to hide around the house.

Wilbur slowly brought his knees up to his chest and stared at the ground blankly ahead, his eyes unfocusing. Sometimes life was hard, but for once in all of his lives, all of his worlds that he’s been in, he felt content. Fundy would always haunt him. Who he was on that foul server is something that he could never confront. Phil wouldn’t listen to him commonly, when he spoke about it, probably because he was guilt ridden. The father grunted, and hid his face in his arms that rested neatly on top of his long, scarred legs. Sometimes he could still see Fundy. How? Through Tallulah mainly. He sees what his son once was in the small dragonette, the fox-like features that she took on from her father only further made Wilbur more convinced that Tallulah was simply some sort of sick joke put together by a group of people on this server. It made him sad. Tallulah was different then Fundy, she was- young, excited, what Fundy was before Wilbur ruined it with his stupid presidency dreams.

Before the fox knew it, he was asleep on the cold ground, curled up in a little ball, hidden away from his family. Tallulah was worried sick, even if he was so close, yet he was so far. She kept herself busy with Chyanne, but Quackity simply couldn’t. The duck decided to go see Wilbur. Shaking him awake, Quackity looked down at him, his face twisted in confusion. “What in the world are you doing?” Wilbur awoke with a start, looking around madly. “Huh?” He grunted out in confusion, his eyes blurry and not allowing him to blink out the sleep in them. “Wilbur, you were dead asleep on the ground for hours.” Quackity deadpanned, raising an eyebrow in judgment. “Oh.” Was all the fox said in reply. “OH?” Quackity asked in surprise, anger lacing his tone. “What has gotten into you? Ever since Tallulah hatched, you’ve been acting weird.” The duck seemed to be fed up with the nonsense that Wilbur was displaying for the family to see.

At first, all the fox could seem to do was flinch and stare dead ahead at something that the duck couldn’t see. “Fundy.” Wilbur said, nothing more, just that one name. “Who is that?” Quackity asked, scoffing again. “Has Phil never said anything to you about him?” The British accent that was once laced with excitement grew monotone, and sore. “I’m different from you, Quackity. I remember things that no one else but Phil does.” Wilbur continued speaking, rather slowly at that, each word he chose carefully thought out. “What does that have to do with anything?” The shorter male snapped. “Fundy was my son.” Wilbur finally admitted, his deep gaze not glancing at his husband. “In another life that is.” His voice grew shaky for a moment. “And I let him down.” Wilbur spoke softly, his ears resting back on his head. “Why do you think Phil makes jokes about how ‘I’ve done this before’? Because I have done this before. I have been a parent before and I have failed, all because of some stupid dream that I tried to chase!” Wilbur slowly grew more confident, standing up straight, his tone growing louder with each sentence that came out of his mouth. “I failed my son because of some stupid, idiotic dream I KNEW I could never achieve.” He snapped, his emotions rolling out of him in steady ways. All he could quietly hope was that Tallulah wasn’t here to see it.

“I see him in Tallulah sometimes.” His voice shattered, and grew more shaky, his eyes threatening to spill a waterfall of tears. “I see him when I don’t want to. And I don’t know how to stop it. Maybe that makes me a bad parent again, I don’t know.” The fox took a step back from Quackity, seemingly ready to rush out from the side of the house, into the deep abyss of the night that was creeping upon the family home that glowed a comforting yellow as a grandfather, and two children cuddled together chatting about family. “Wilbur-” Quackity didn’t know what to say. He didn’t fully understand. But clearly the understanding could wait, he wasn’t just going to stand here and watch his husband cry while doing nothing about it. “That doesn’t make you a bad parent.” He said finally, squinting at him. “You’re remembering things you don’t want to.” Quackity seemed more calm about this now, piecing the story together one bit at a time. He’d have to ask Phil about it later. “I don’t know anything about your past life, or mine, but I know that whatever happened wasn’t your fault.” Oh sweet naive Quackity. Wilbur blinked at the ground, thinking quiet thoughts. “You couldn’t be further from the truth, but I’ll accept it as I know you’re trying to be kind to me. It is appreciated.” Wilbur’s tears were starting to subside, his movements shaky as he neared closer to the small man.

Dropping to his knees harshly on the hard ground, Wilbur winced but said nothing about his pain as it was his own fault. He decided being on his knees would be easier for him to hold Quackity. Wrapping his long, lanky arms around Quackity, the fox rested his head on the other’s shoulder, closing his eyes and letting out a shuddery breath. Normally Quackity would’ve gotten offended by Wilbur’s action, but now didn’t seem like it was the time. It would never be the time. The duck swiftly hugged the fox and held him there. He would never know what this man meant, what he remembered or what he would do in the future, but he knew that in the end their little family would be okay.

“We need to go check on Tallulah.” Wilbur’s muffled voice broke the silence as they stood there, one on the ground and holding the other like they were a teddy bear. The taller man’s face still stayed buried in Quackity’s shoulder, his smell bringing the other comfort. “Let’s go then.” The duck moved a little bit, grabbing Wilbur’s hand and helping him up to his feet, the large fox tail puffing out as they moved to the house, Wilbur wincing at the pain in his knees. Quackity chuckled quietly, earning a smile from Wilbur as they entered the family home. Now imagine the most heartwarming scene of Tallulah rushing to hold her father, vowing to never let him go. Even if for a while, it’ll hurt Wilbur to think, he knew it’d pass. Besides, he fulfilled his goal. Finding his soulmate in every universe. And, his new little ray of sunshine. Tallulah would never replace Fundy, but Wilbur knew he had to move on. Life would be different now, and he was excited to see what the future held in this happy world of family, and homosexuality.

[charliextea]

where anxiety belongs

tear tracks are hot. virgil learned this when he was 11. tear tracks are hot when he and thomas sit together in the feeling of not being good enough for anything, anyone. another project abandoned, another friend lost, another chance not taken.

it felt safer to abandon than it did to risk, and in the moment, virgil was sure he was doing the right thing but now he worries (and thomas worries) that he was wrong. maybe he wasn't doing the right thing. maybe he was wrong. maybe he was ruining their life and no one would ever be able to love him because he was unlovable and a coward and-

"hey now. that's enough of that."

morality doesn't really look at virgil. he never does. ever since virgil first starting going "dark", morality hasn't been able to look him in the eyes. comfort used to be for both him and thomas, but now virgil is scary, and so is best to be avoided.

morality coaxes thomas to hold the plush bear that reminded him of being a kid (before anxiety had started manifesting the way he did) and hold it close. he tells thomas a story about one of the many times that someone has loved and appreciated him. he helps Thomas feels better. puts a non-corporeal hand on his shoulder and reassures him that everything is going to be okay.

virgil used to get some of that comfort too, once upon a time. he feels the barest hints of it through the bond he has with thomas, and so even though he used to retreat when morality came, now he stays, hunkered down, holding onto that connection desperate for any kind of positive attention.

he's too young (they're both too young) to know the consequences of their action. they're both too young to know that ignoring him will only make him bitter, harsh, more powerful as his own resentment fuels his purpose. morality is too young to know that ignoring the dark side in the corner is just as unkind as the bully who'd caused the episode in the first place. but it's easy to say that some things are good and others are bad when you're 11. it's easy to say that dark things are best shoved into the shadows and forgotten about. it's easy to do this to him, to remus. to-

"this is very becoming. come along. we have so much time to waste."

janus puts one of his six hands on virgil's shoulder, but virgil shrugs him off.

"i'm fine."

they both know it's a lie, but he knows that deceit cares less about comforting virgil and more about getting him out of the light so that things look normal from the outside. virgil almost digs his heels in and stays just on principle, but he doesn't want to be here anymore anyway. morality is singing thomas a song that reminds him of the trip he took to the aquarium with his class last year (the best field trip ever) and virgil didn't want to be reminded that he was no longer worth consoling, just ignoring.

deceit pulls virgil into the dark, and he goes. because he wants to. because this is where he belongs. it's been made so clear to him that this is wear he belongs.

[williamwonderland]

His muscles screamed at the strain of dragging himself this way, and his back screamed harder tenfold. Every twist in direction, every tug as his limp legs slid uselessly across the carpet, it all sent that searing pain all up and down his spine. He wanted to cry, but clenched his jaw tighter. He couldn't give Shizu-chan any clues to where he was or what condition he was in.

*This fic was posted via my IzamationBroker pseud. Check out my Durarara!! side blog @izamationbroker!

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[eeveelotions]

guess which fic I just updated after 2 years

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

Hi and welcome to my side blog for boyfriend audio content! It’ll probably be mostly RedactedAudio related tho

My name is William or Will! Whichever you prefer! My pronouns are he/they/it and I’m 22 years old. English isn’t my first language, so uhh be warned! /hj lmao

My favourites include, but aren’t limited to:

✩ Sam

✩ Milo

✩ Camelopardalis

Apart from boyfriend audio I’m really into astronomy! And also greek mythology & Percy Jackson!

I will post headcanons and maybe little fanfics every now and then when I have the energy for that. Probably mostly about either of those two or whoever I fixate on at the time

I also write on ao3 like once in a blue moon, my name there is Sunshineboy_Greer_Collins

My main blog is @monstera-moonbeam

You’re welcome to send me asks or interact in whatever way!

Thanks for reading!

[ekingston]

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall���along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information I’ve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much!

[arson-jellyfish69]

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