#stolen fics

[blkkizzat]

how to successfully report and remove your stolen fic on c.ai:

aka don't use fics for c.ai bots... a story of a c.ai creator who fucked around & found out:

for any other author who gets their shit stolen by ai bots on c.ai this is what you need to do:

create an c.ai account

submit a support ticket

choose DMCA & Counter Notice as the issue

under "additional information" you must provide the following: — a description of your fic that is being infringed (where you published it, date, where you post, under what names, etc) — a description of the bot that is infringing your work (include name of bot, what parts it is infringing and author's name at minimum). — a statement that you are the copyright holder have not authorized use of your property/fic in this manner nor given it to the author of the bot.

you will have to give your contact info including your full legal name, address and telephone number

provide the link to your original work (where you published it first) and the link to the bot.

Attachments (up to 5 allowed): — IMPORTANT: make sure at least one of these attachments is an electronic signature using your full legal name. i used this site to get one for free (i attached both signed and typed). — the other attachments I used to show proof of my fic vs their bot and the exact word for word similarities. and also when they blatantly said they were reuploading the bot on their profile which is likely why c.ai banned the rest of their bots.

extra tips:

if your ticket submission is successful you will get an email with a ticket number.

c.ai is pretty responsive (1-2 business days) so i would give it that long before submitting a new ticket.

you must submit EVERYTHING as I have wrote it or they will ask you to resubmit an entirely new ticket. following up with missing info did not work.

if the bot gets reuploaded you still have to submit an entirely new ticket (make sure to save and reference your old ticket number in new ticket).

everything i wrote here can be found under their tos in the DMCA section

hope this helps others authors. feel free to inbox or msg with any questions.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hey hey! I'm trying to spread the word because unfortunately the stories have been stolen from a variety of ships and I can't track them all down.

https://www.wattpad.com/1122388642-marvel-smut-welcome

This is a massive collection of Marvel ship fanfiction stolen from AO3. And I mean massive. 46 stories in total.

Ships include:

Stucky Stony Starker Stuckony Thorki

And a lot more. I'm trying to track down the authors as we speak but if you could please help me to spread the word and reach out to people it would make getting it removed so much easier.

[Link] to the wattpad story of the stolen fics

Ugh, this is why we can't have nice things 🙃

Thank you for letting me know, though! I'll be sure to check for any fics I recognize to have things set right.

[peachsayshi]

the way that @hajunzi also stole from yet ANOTHER person???? 😭😭 the problem is that this author’s been inactive since october so no-ones been able to reach them about it, but it should still be mentioned bc it was STOLEN like everyone elses…

this girls actually so weird not a single thing in her masterlist is an original work

Unfortunately there are some people who do this. I'm really not one for discourse/calling out, and this situation has just felt like at thorn on my side -.- but I do think that stealing people's work is enough reason to call them out for it. Especially when I noticed that she copied and pasted my entire fic. I wanted to boost it because I wanted other authors to be aware of what was going on in case their works might also be on there.

It's just blatantly clear at this point that all of hajunzi's works are stolen. This is now what, the fifth fic on their m.list that someone has pointed out to me? My problem with people like this account is that they are stealing for what? some likes? for a follower count? they don't realize that by doing this they just deeply hurt creators whose works they poured so much love and pride into.

They haven't responded to anybody and at this point I think the only thing we can do is report the blog (which I have done). If you do the see any works stolen I would just say to report the blog moving forward x

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Do you know the author's NotUnusual and/or CrissColferL0ve? If so . .can you give them a heads up that this "writer" seems to be taking other people's work, changing names and reposting them as "remakes". I know for a fact that one of the author's did not give her permission and that her story was just lifted, word for word and only the characters names were changed.

I think its a shame and I know people steal crap all the time - but I admire so many writers for their hard work and creativity to just plagiarize someone else's story and try to pass it off as a remake -when all you did was just change the names - that's just not right.

If you're going to be that goddamn lazy, just plug a story idea into AI and have the app write it for you - don't take anyone else's work that they spent hours working on.

Watch out for this on Ff.net, stealing of other peoples’ work.

[deanstead]

hii <3 there's a new fic, on the derek morgan x reader tag called "home is where the homo is", which is a damn near replica of one of your derek morgan fics, just thought i should let you know.

Thank you so much for letting me know, anon!

It was a literal copy-paste situation, save for one or two sentences they added in to change it to a male-reader.

I've messaged @theseventhdimension and I think they've removed the fic but have now blocked me.

It is extremely disheartening seeing someone take your work - one that has your hard work, effort, and a little piece of yourself, and pass it off as their own.

If you write for criminal minds, please be aware!

If anyone sees such things happen again, would always appreciate you letting me (or any other writer this has happened to) know.

Much love to you, anon! World needs more people like you. Thank you!

[holylulusworld]

Stolen fics

Guys, do ever learn?

How many times must writers/artists/GIF makers tell you to not repost = steal their work? Why not reblog the story/GIF/image you like?

A nice follower brought to my attention today that someone stole my story Rut.

Thank you again, hun.🥰 I would've never found out my story got stolen.

Not just the trope/idea. They copied and paste the whole story, only changing the names, (because they stole it for a different fandom), and lines here and there.

The user deactivated their account after I called them out via pm. Coward!

What angers me the most is the fact, they put this on the story they stole from me:

They apologize for the bad smut but stole the whole story from me?

And then, they have the audacity to warn other readers to not steal, copy or rewrite the story they stole from me!!!

Looks at this...it would've been easier to mark the parts they didn't steal from my story.😫 Proof under the cut.

Blue is their story posted in March 2023, and green is the one I posted on October 2021.

I think they believed no one will recognize my story because they stole it for the Avatar fandom...☹☹

I got tired after taking so many screenshots. Let's say they stole the last lines to end their story from my story with Sam Winchester too.

I mean, come on. I like to stop a conversation mid-sentence or mid-word when someone is surprised/shocked etc. They even stole this...

You could've at least tried to rewrite my shit a little, don't you think?

[betzabobababi]

Just found out some of yall are enjoying my "broken" series so much you stole it and finished the series lol

Kindly delete it.

It's my work. Yes I know I only have like 4 chapter out (prob less) but that's what I love about being a writer. The fact I can take my time writing a story I love, and yall are making my process feel like it's worthless. You're making me feel like I need to hurry up just so you guys don't steal MY hard work

So please, I'm begging you, delete it.

[make-me-imagine]

Fic Re-Posts

It was brought to my attention that my entire Secret Santa Top Gun story was copied and posted on wattpad.

I have made a comment for them to remove it, but I recognized at least one other fic that I THINK is yours @fanboygarcia (here is the story I saw, I hope it's yours otherwise I can't remember who's it was , I just know I've read it)

They do state in the title and description of the book that the fics are not theirs. BUT I certainly did not give them permission, so I doubt they asked anyone else if they could repost their fics. And they also do not provide proper credit to any of the authors.

They have not only Top Gun fics, but also Tmnt and Star Wars. The book is linked here; their username is Cadelonimbus

They may have other books as well with stories taken from tumblr as well.

xx

[welcometohell09]

So. I just had one of my fics stolen and posted to YouTube and I am. FUCKING PISSED. Thank FUCK for Copy Kight letting me know, or I would have had no idea. Bless their heart.

I had to file a DMCA request, which is TERRIFYING if you have very little experience with legal systems and are trying to find accurate information on what to do online without contacting legal representation (I have my reasons; I did wind up getting support from a trusted person, though). I can imagine it being so much worse for people who don't have any support; imagine being a 14/15 year old trying to deal with that without letting parents know what's going on. Like, shit.

I'll be taking the fic down after the request goes through, which SUCKS because it's one of my best fics and I'm extremely proud of how far its gone and how many people have enjoyed it, but that fic has already gotten attention from legally-greyish-podficcers before and I'm not dealing with this shit again.

[pirozhkiparty]

Report this person. They've been stealing and reposting fics from ao3 onto ff.net

[deanstead]

Unfortunately, I am here to add on to this.

An anon brought to my attention that someone had copied my Derek Morgan fic. @theseventhdimension had taken my entire fic, added 1-2 sentences and then posted it as if they had written it.

The link to my fic is here

And here is the Morgan fic he posted

I have reached out to him to take it down, which he did but now he has blocked me.

If you write for criminal minds, especially Hotch/Spencer/Derek, please be aware and careful!

This is extremely disheartening. Writing isn't just about putting words on paper, there's a part of every writer in each fic they put out, and having someone just take it like this to pass off as their own? I'm speechless.

Thank you once again to the anon who brought this to my attention!

Hello guys not a fun post to be making today but it has been brought to my attention that is user @theseventhdimension who has now blocked me, has been copying fics and partly changing them to pass them off as their own. Here’s the receipts!

This is my fic here

And here’s the opening to there’s

I did give this user a chance to take the post down and this is what they said just before blocking me

Please be careful guys and check this persons account in case any of your fics have also been copied. They’re posting almost completely criminal minds fics with hotch, Reid and Morgan so if you write for any of these is double check just in case. Sadly this isn’t the first time this has happened to me and probably won’t be the last. Any other extra info on this person to let me know!

Also thank you @deanstead for showing me this!!

[ultravioletbrit]

“prank” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 234 words

Regulus is sitting in a secluded alcove on the far side of the courtyard when James finds him.

���Do you mind if I sit here?” James asks, gesturing to the spot across from Regulus.

“Why?” Regulus narrows his eyes skeptically.

“Because this is a nice place to read, and I’d like to sit with you.” James smiles.

“Is this a prank?” Regulus glares at James. “You’ll sit here and distracted me then my brother will jump out and do something ridiculous?”

“No.” James shakes his head with a sweet smile. “Not a prank. I just want to sit with you.” He shrugs and Regulus continues to glare. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.” James adds.

“Fine.” Regulus sighs after a moment.

James smiles at Regulus, and it’s bright and beautiful and Regulus feels like he could melt.

Then the most unexpected thing happens. James sits in the alcove across from Regulus, takes out a book and reads quietly and… nothing happens. No pranks, no brothers, just comfortable silence.

They read for a while and Regulus can’t help stealing small glances at James. At one point, Regulus looks up and James is already looking back. James smiles sweetly and Regulus bites his lip to try and hide his own smile. They gaze at each other for several moments before turning back to their books.

They continue to read and… nothing happens. But Regulus also feels like something might be happening.

[ratrrriot]

Here's some fanart of “What was stolen”! My good friend @beeextraordinary123's medieval fantasy Sonamy fic that I've been reading 🦔⚔️👑

(Here's the snippet i based this painting on cuz I really like it!!):

and here are some doodles and small paintings to test designs !! ( note: these designs have been updated!!)

You can read the fic in AO3 , Just a heads up tho: Audience is teens and up and Amy and most of the characters are +20 yrs old in this fic,so while It doesn't have anything NSFW or explicit in it,some scenes are steamy.Thought i'll mention it in case that sort of thing makes anyone awkward and/or prefers to avoid it.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Tim is the kind of person that thinks "Alvin Draper" is an unoriginal fake name.

Jason is the kind of person that chooses "John Doe" as a fake name and goes "yeah, that works".

[day-night-darlix]

MASKED FOOL AVENTURINE TIME BITCHES

carus

a masked fool notorious for gambling with lives.

“all i do is lay down a bet. it’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?”

a well known musical artist and actor, his associations are not known to the public. he seems to harbor animosity towards the ipc.

[pricetagged]

lorica

Dark November nights aren't safe, especially not for women lingering outside pubs. A taxi should get you home, and it would have if you'd remembered to double-check the license plates.

Here is 2.2k drabbly nonsense since I feel bad about my month-long lack of posting. Ghost/Reader/Price (with implied 141/Reader at the end).

Content: Dark, MDNI, kidnapping, threat of violence, guns, body neutral, f-reader, unedited.

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White whisps danced and swirled in the air before you, your breath given substance in the chill of the night.

You shuffled from foot to foot, cold air and anxiety swirling in a discomforting soup that sunk down to your bones  A glance up and down the street confirmed that yes, your taxi still hadn't arrived. You unlocked your phone once more, foolish in the hope that staring at the screen would make the car appear sooner. The little black icon on the app mocked you. Your driver is 2.6km away!

A sudden cheer split the silence, flooding from the frosted windows of The White Hart. You and your friends had agreed to leave by 8 p.m., hoping to avoid the jeering and jostling of impassioned football fans. A quiet drink after work was one thing; you hadn't, however, planned on lingering to catch up with the Premier League. The noise of rowdy punters and drunk men spilled once more into the street behind you, making your heart race a little. They were just watching a match, just in their cups…

But standing solitary as you were in the dimly lit street it reminded you that you were alone.

A single streetlight buzzed and flickered its dim companionship.

You could see your breath puffing out in front of you, white on black as the night stretched on. Perhaps you should've agreed to the lift that your friends' offered, cursing your politeness. Don't want to inconvenience you! I'm headed in the opposite direction - let me just call a cab. Dark nights weren't often kind to lone women. Winter, too. It left you shivering, trussed up in fleecy fabrics as the wind bit at your numb nose and made your eyes stream. You looked like some soft, gentle thing huddled in a doorstep, hoping to pass the night safely. You panted a little, unease quickening your breath. The misty vapor furled upwards; you imagined it carrying off your hopes. Your desperation. Please, let this car arrive. Let me get home.

A nondescript black car slowed along the curbside, wheels slick and splashing in the stagnant water gathered by the gutters. You caught the tail end of the license plates, mud splattered yes, but you could see some numbers and letters shining through. Finally. You puffed out your relief, tucking your phone away as you reached for the door. Prayer answered, it seemed.

A wave of warm air kissed your cheeks as you slid in, dry and comfortable.

'Hi, how's it going? 2350, right?' You sent a half-glance at the driver, pulling your seatbelt on as you waited for confirmation.

The gears of the belt buckle clicked in the silence. Heavy, noticeable silence.

Turning back towards the front seat, your polite smile wavered slightly. The driver was a big man. Strange that you hadn’t noticed it before, but he was hulking in the seat, shoulders stretching beyond the limits of the side panels. You swallowed slightly as you noticed the headrest barely brushing the nape of his neck.

Two unwavering, dark eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror.

'Uh…' you faltered slightly, perched like bird in the backseat eager to take off, feathers ruffling and twitching. 'This is- you're the car I called? Confirmation number 2350?'

You could feel your face heating -from the chill outside, the AC inside, the mounting embarrassment - skin feeling itchy and tight. Still, you were reluctant to break his gaze. Your instincts sparked, flared to life illuminating only the thought to keep him in your sights. You felt altogether too cramped in the car, his presence spilling across the back seats.

'Yeah, 2350,' his voice rumbled over the hum of the engine. 'Tha's right.'

He made no move, didn't even blink as he stared you down. You could just about make out the arch of blond eyebrows, the craggy lines of a well-worn face but a black barrier mask halted any further consideration. You cracked first, glancing down to his thick, gloved hand resting on the gearstick. The entire dash was dark, no blue light or luminosity from his phone. No digital dials or screens anywhere.

'Aren't you gonna type it in the app? Confirm it from your end?' You hoped he didn’t notice the shake in your voice, unease plucking at your vocal chords weaving nerves into noise.

'Waitin' on yer rideshare, aren't I?'

'I didn't book a rideshare, this is just-' You cut yourself off as your numb, clumsy fingers groped for your phone. 'Let me check, I should've just booked a solo journey-'

'No need, 's'a busy night. Friday. Match on, lots of punters.' His voice was deep, tumbling like gravel from his chest. It was disjointing, actually, with his mouth covered and the lights off. His voice seemed to echo around, filling all the dark curves and corners of the car's interior. Coming from nowhere but this beast of a man with no mouth.

You shook off the thought like waterdrops from your hair. He was just a working man. Big, yes, gruff, but no need to tar him with the sticky, resinous pitch of your paranoia.

'Yer lucky to get a ride,' he continued. 'Car pool's better than standin' out in the street by y'rself. S'not safe.'

You relaxed a little into the seat, tension trickling away. Slightly. It lingered still at the base of your spine, on the back of your neck.

'Right,' you puffed out a breath as you slid your hand from your pocket. 'Do you know how long they'll be? It's just that I've been out since work this morning and I'm looking to get home sharpish.'

He snorted at that, loud and curt, "'e'll be out when he's out. Someone waitin' for ya to get home, or wot?'

'No,' you hesitated, awkwardness cutting you short, 'sorry. Just tired.'

He hummed at that, flicking his eyes around the silent street outside. Murky, orange light cut through the condensation of the pub windows, casting a faint haze on the shutters and bars of the nearby shops. All closed for the night. All empty.

'Wot you doin' out by y'rself anyway?'

Odd. He didn't seem the type for small talk.

'I wasn't out by myself,' you cringed at how pandering it seemed. How you felt you had to justify yourself. 'Was out for drinks with some colleagues and friends.'

He huffed at that, muttering something too low for you to hear. It made you prickle, for sure that it was at your expense. Maybe you should stick in your earphones, stop talking and just treat this like the transaction that it was. You drummed your fingers against the door panel, breath fogging up the window as you stared out aimlessly.

A few beats passed like that, quiet settling uncomfortably in the car like an itchy blanket. You could feel it, wanted to shift away or throw it off or something, but a glance outside at the damp, litter-strewn street kept you still. Better just to endure the discomfort if it got you home.

The snick of the locks disengaging made you jolt, drowsiness dispersing at the sudden shock of cool air from in front.

A man, almost as tall and broad as your driver, settled into the front passenger seat. His eyes, flinty under his stern brow, mapped the length and breadth of your bundled form. His lips twitched under his mustache, amusement or disbelief carved into the burgeoning smile.

'What's this, then? Picked up a stray?'

You bristled a little, scintilla of apprehension raising the hairs on your arms. They shared a look, something warm and familiar passing between them as the idling engine hummed back to life. They sat in front, black-clad and broad shoulder to broad shoulder nearly blocking your entire view of the dash.

'It's your rideshare, in't it?' the driver grunted as he pulled away from the curb.

'Booked a cab, did you sweetheart?' the stranger turned to you, strong face in profile. You could make out fragments - high nose bridge, dark hair, mutton chops obscuring most of his face. The darkness veiled the details, like staring at a painting through gauze. He was the image, the impression of a man, yes, but distant. Unsettling.

'Clearly,' tiredness and nerves made you sharp. Brittle. You sunk further into the seat, clutching your bag on your lap. As if it could act as a barrier. A shield.

A string of tension hummed, taut and quavering. You tried to ignore, watching streetlamps blur together outside, it but it whirred high and distracting. They noticed it too, you thought, shoulders squaring up as muscles tensed and flexed. The stranger huffed through his nose, proud and steady as an ox. You swore that you heard the driver chuckle under his breath, a low hehehe as he indicated right and turned off from the M60.

'Testy one, I see,' he hummed, disapproving. 'Gonna have to fix that attitude.'

The string snapped, you snapped, 'Look, Sir, I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't fancy a chat. I'm just trying to get home.'

You fumbled in your bag for your earphones, hoping to drown out any awkward silences or terse comments.

'Alright, that's enough of that. Simon, pull over.'

You looked up, half in alarm and half at the authoritative tone of his voice. The driver, Simon apparently, swerved into the hard shoulder with a 'roger that'.

The tattoo beat of your heart drowned out your thoughts, heavy thumps rushing past your ears and thrumming down to your fingertips. You scrambled for the doorhandle, scratching clumsily like a mouse.

'What are you doing? Is this some kind of Chuckle Brothers double act because if so, it's not funny,' your words fell like fragile little shards, hoping to cut but shattering in the air. Your pitch rose, 'You want the bag, my things? I'll report you, you shouldn't be fucking working this job.'

Your phone felt heavy in your hand, shaking fingers missing the keypad as you tried to type the password.

The stranger sighed heavily, patronising. Like you were inconveniencing him in some way. You licked you lips and glanced up, ready to run your mouth again as the app loaded.

A steely glint by the central console strangled the words in your throat.

'Didn't want to have to do this sweetheart,' the stranger's lips quirked up in a sad, half-smile. You scanned his face, seeing no note of hesitation. Just cool, steady eyes and that stupid, fake smile. 'Hand that over, nice and easy.'

Neurons fired, trying to make connections or plans. Trying to assess. Here you were, alone in a car with two strange men. You shouldn't hand your phone to them, you could barely feel your fingers anymore, never mind unfurl them from the edges of the case. If you handed over your phone - your lifeline- then what?

If you didn't hand it over, you had the answer to that question from the barrel of the gun pointed your way.

You stared at it, dull silver in the dark. Like a cynosure, it pulled your gaze towards it. A sick facsimile of the North Star, leading you away from safety and further into the den of the wolves ahead.

Your animal instincts screamed, struggled, but lost as you passed your phone into his large, calloused grasp.

'Good girl,' he smiled fully then, round cheeks and bright eyes masking the coldness beneath. 'Don't get fussy now - Simon, the locks - just sit tight and you'll be home in no time.'

You tugged futilely at the handle, useless now that Simon had engaged the child-safety lock.

'I don't live down this way, I- this is not the right way,' you licked your lips again, mouth dry and bitter with the taste of rising bile. You could see, now, that you wouldn't be going home that night. Your next words tasted acrid, tinged with defeat.  'Why are you doing this?'

'Thought ya wanted to come wiv us,' Simon's gravelly voice cut in, amusement warming the pitch into something mocking. 'Why else jump into a strange car?'

'You said you were my taxi, you confirmed-'

'Did I?' you saw his eyebrow quirk, dead predator eyes meeting yours once more through the rear-view mirror. 'Not very good at lookin' after y'rself, are ya?'

Your quick little breaths fogged up the window beside you. It was hard to see, hard to think. But clearly, not thinking had brought you this far. You didn’t think to accept your friends' offer, didn’t think to properly check the license plates, didn't think open the app and check the journey status.

There must have been something of surrender in the tremble of your lips. In the flickering of your wide, glossy eyes. It scented the air, whetting the appetite of the beasts in front of you, swirling around their chops.

'S'alright, love. We'll get ya home. Get ya taken care of.'

Lacrima painted your lash line, salty and hot as it brimmed over and down your cheeks.

You heard a rustle, felt a rough thumb brushing at your tears. The stranger had reached back, large hand nudging your face back up to look at him.

'No more tears, now, c'mon,' he dug his into the corner of your mouth, tugging your lips into a coy, marionette simper. 'Smile, sweetheart. The rest of the boys are dying to meet you.'

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Bit rushed, but hey 🤷��♀️. This has probs been done before but here's my spin. Apologies for the lack of fics lately! Feel like I'm getting my groove back so should have some actual content out soon.