so there's a certain user on here called @/bingsuebing who has been stealing people's work, including mine.
I was first informed by the kind @revesephemeres who told me that the first post sue (the owner of @/bingsuebing) had copied was mine. a few minutes later, I received an ask from an anon also letting me know that sue had stolen my fic, along with some other writers' fics.
so, obviously, I went to investigate.
here are some of the fics I could recognise, and the users that sue was accused of copying by an anon :
this one by me and the copy
this one by @like-a-pond and the copy
this one that I assumed would be by @morwap (i saw her mentioned in an anon's ask) and the copy
there were also way more. I saw around one that was poly!marauders and the rest were jason todd x reader.
I went to dm her to resolve things privately, but that didn't work out.
this is the first screenshot. my last reply here was answered a long time later, which wasn't the case with the other messages.
I decided to go to her blog and see what she could be doing, and then I saw that she had copied two more fics.
this one by me (she strikes again) and the copy
this one by @saintnoxia and the copy
finally, she responded.
(TW : NAME CALLING AND SUICIDE THREATS)
these were the final messages she sent. at this point, I had enough evidence, and I also didn't want to either be gaslighted or insulted again.
here are a few other things :
it's clear she thinks pretending will make the anons go away.
honestly, I feel like this is aphrodite (iykyk) who has come back to haunt us again, but honestly im not sure.
for now, I'll just monitor her blog (she hasn't blocked me..... yet).
please reblog this and spread it as much as you can. we can't let this slide. it's so disheartening to get your works stolen by someone else. we need to tell her this is unacceptable.
(sorry for tagging this with x reader tags !!!!)
tagging moots who might be interested : @grimrcse @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @ashtreesandorangeroses
So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.
I love the lawyer metaphor, because whenever I see “John knew that...” in prose writing I immediately think “how? How does he know it?” Interrogate your witnesses. Cross-examine them. Make them explain their reasoning. It pays dividends.
First, let me preface this with something very important: you can treat all of this advice as SECOND-DRAFT ADVICE. It is so much easier to rewrite this kind of stuff once you have words on the page. Telling yourself the first draft is totally appropriate and acceptable.
What we’re talking about here are FILTER WORDS (and to some degree verbs of being). Yes, “thought” words are included. But so are “heard, saw, looked, tasted, smelled” etc.—most words having to do with the senses.
This isn’t black and white advice; sometimes you’ll use these words and that’s okay. They’re not WRONG. They’re just weaker. And they’re weaker because they create distance between the reader and the experience of the character.*
If you want your reader to feel like they’re experiencing the story right alongside the character, you want to cut down on filter words.
*This is particularly important with first person and close third POVs. The reader always knows whose eyes they’re seeing through and thoughts they’re privy to. So you don’t need to tell them “I saw X.” Or “I heard X.” Or “I thought Y.” You can just jump into the action/observation as it’s happening.
This is also where you want to pay attention to verbs of being.
“It was rainy.” Versus: “The rain pounded against the roof.” Or “The rain howled like an injured animal.” Or “The rain tapped against the window like an anxious lover.” All of these are inviting the reader deeper into the experience of the story by using stronger verbs and similes. And, at the same time, they stir feelings (instead of TELLING feelings). And feelings keep your reader engaged. Engaged readers keep turning pages; engaged readers become FANS.
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The Unfroggivable Curse by LimeOfMagicLimo
The night he would have tried to run away form home, Walburga curses Sirius into a frog and throws him out of the window in a fit. Regulus saves him from death by family owl and takes him on a road trip to find his true love's kiss and lift the curse.
Why yes, this is a wolfstar retelling of The Frog Prince! I have been in kind of a silly mood lately so well probably get some more lighthearted fic recs for the next few weeks. This one is definitely a favourite though, I love it!
Favourite tropes included are:
black brothers bonding
Regulus being not at all prepared to navigate muggle Britain
Sirius as a frog (how cute!)
Mischief and minor mayhem
Friends to lovers
the little girl on the train!!
Wolfstar beeing clueless and yet so in love
Communication!! (somewhat, Sirius is croaking)
Lily Evans
fairytale lore
parental guidance (not from Walpurga tho)
As always, leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3
description: james is confused, but no less confused as he was when he was a high school student and denying his infatuation with his best friend's brother. now, regulus is a regular at the cafe he works in, and james doesn't know what to do.
warnings: none it's fluffy james is so cute
note: (reblog and comment please please please i need the validation) HI HELLO I AM BACK OKAY SO i heard the new gracie song and i went insane bc its so jegulus and wrote this in one hour in english class and its unedited. anyway this is a series, the masterlist is linked at the top. this chapter has been on ao3 since yesterday but i didn't get around to posting it here. lowkey think this is terrible but oh wellll
taglist: (i included the people on my marauders taglist so lmk if you don't wanna be on this one) @thestarslittleking @chaserofstars11 @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @star-ch4ser @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds
Upon his first week at high school, James Potter had come to the conclusion that he would end up with Lily Evans if it was the last thing he did. She was exactly the kind of girl he liked, she was pretty and opinionated and she seemed like the sweetest person he’d ever met. Remus had chuckled at his lovesick pining, not having the heart to tell the messy haired boy that your crush when you’re eleven years old is never your soulmate.
He pined after Lily for two years, with no clear progression other than Lily awkwardly smiling at him each time they passed in the hallways. Safe to say, James’ feelings were not reciprocated, and Marelne had grown a habit of snickering at the way his eyes followed her down the hall.
A few students at school had thought he was overdoing it slightly, but he really wasn’t. He wasn’t overly pushy, and he had only asked her out once or twice. He was clear about his feelings, but wasn't going to make her uncomfortable. James Potter was a gentleman in the truest sense of the word, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel an undeniable feeling of heartache when she walked past and ignored his presence.
Now, however, James was in university. He was as over Lily as he had ever been, and he had escaped the inherent unpleasantries that come with being a teen going through the heartache of growing up. He felt undeniably free, and not to mention his psychology course was helping him understand himself better than ever. He was happier than ever, saying otherwise would be a blatant understatement. He was living in a flat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, which had been his dream since primary school.
Lily was now one of his closest friends, and she worked at the flower shop that had a door into the coffee shop James worked in. Lily’s law degree and James’ psychology one made them a perfect pair, and much to Remus’ surprise, the two studied together regularly. The fact that James’ attention span and motivation had changed since high school was something no one had expected, and although he still struggled, he had his tactics to get back on track.
Some things never change, though, and James still hated quiet, slow paced days more than death itself. He could deal with stressful, busy days, but the mundane was his greatest oppressor, the repetitiveness of a quiet day driving him to the edge of his sanity. Today happened to be one of those days, he sat behind the counter at the small coffee shop he worked in as customers filtered in once every half an hour.
He sat, watching the slow ticking of the clock as the time went by as slow as it possibly could. It was 12:38pm, and 12:20 felt like hours ago. Blankly staring at the wall, the coffee he’d made himself had been discarded on the counter next to him and he didn’t bother picking it up, knowing that after half an hour of it sitting there, it would surely be cold. Each time someone walked past the door of the shop, James perked up—only to sigh as they walked past without a second thought. James’ tendency to romanticise everything that life had to offer often left him disappointed.
Finally, he heard the bell signalling that someone had opened the door sound, and his head snapped up in relief. ‘ My saviour, love of my life, thank god you’re here.’ his brain sung as he sprung up from his seated position, standing at the counter within seconds of the boy walking into the shop. His signature smile appeared on his face, “hi, how’s your day going?”
The boy seemed to falter, as if his carefully planned interaction of simply ordering what he wanted and leaving had been disrupted by a simple question. His dull blue eyes widened, and his lips fell open in a dumbfounded expression before he picked himself up and showed James a tight lipped smile. “Uh, I’m good.”
James noticed that this small interaction had absolutely foiled his carefully planned coffee order, and the boy had entirely forgotten to say what he wanted. James smiled softly, chuckling in his head. He always thought it was interesting how common these interactions seemed to be when you worked in a coffee shop. The psychology major in him couldn’t help but psychoanalyse these interactions, which made working in hospitality both intriguing and perplexing. He found that you could get a pretty good idea of someone’s mindset and what their day to day life is like by doing this, and it almost acted as revision for his upcoming exam.
“What can I get you today?”
Embarrassment flushed over the dark haired boy’s face, and he automatically sent another tight lipped smile to try and compensate for his forgetfulness. A strand of his soft black curls fell over his eyes, and James could tell just by his body language and the look in his eyes that it annoyed him to no end. “A black coffee, please.”
That was fitting, James thought. With the tidy (almost obnoxiously so) outfit and the carefully styled short black hair, a black coffee was the only thing that really made sense for him.
“And can I have a name for that?”
Stupid boy, you know his name.
“Regulus.”
James knew how to spell it.
He knew how to spell it and he hated that. Regulus was his best friend’s brother, and things between Sirius and his younger brother were rough. They got along until they didn’t. Sirius had spent more evenings than James could count frantically ranting about him on evenings at James’ house after school. When Sirius had left for high school, Regulus had distanced himself from Sirius more than he ever had before. Regulus had always been detatched, and James knew this from Sirius’ extensive complaints.
James he knew he shouldn’t have been so enamoured with Regulus in his high school years as he was, but when James fell for someone he fell for them. He fell for them intensly and irreversably and everyone he had ever loved lived in his heart for eternity. It may seem like James was feeling too insensely, but for him to not love so deeply and fully would mean he was not James Potter. He could not be in any sort of relationship without loving them to the end of the earth. His mother had always told him to cherish this, that his way of loving was incredibly pure and a love that many people would give anything to be the recipient of. But based off his past relationships, his love was not something to be cherished.
“Alright, I’ll have that ready for you soon.”
While he was making the coffee, James allowed himself to watch Regulus, noticing the way his hair was slightly more inclined to falling to the right side of his forehead, the way his greyish-blue eyes fixed on one spot of the wall and didn’t seem to move. He watched as his hands anxiously clasped together in his lap and his foot tapped.
James was a master of the art of noticing, and he tended to read into what people did, more so than was probably helpful. But James had always been observant, even as a toddler he had had an integral interest in people. He understood when people said that the human race was done for, but he was compelled to disagree. He had a sense of optimism that many thought was overbearing, but in the same way, James sometimes found their pessimism slightly disheartening.
Regulus intrigued him, although the boy was made of very few words and made him fiddle with his hands behind the counter and cause his eyes to flutter around the room to look anywhere other than his eyes. Regulus was pretty. He was the definition of pretty, with his wavy black hair and his grey eyes that shone with something James couldn’t quite place. James felt an intense urge to sink into the ground and never reappear. Unsure of what this was, he played it off as simply nervousness around someone new—not that it was common for James to ever feel nervous around new people. Regulus had this aura about him, one that James couldn’t figure out. It was undeniable that Regulus made James shy, but James would deny the reason for this nervousness for as long as he possibly could—and longer. This was merely a customer that would show up to the coffee shop once and never again—after all, he hadn’t seen Regulus in the shop at all earlier in the year.
For a reason James couldn’t quite place, there was a hint of awkwardness between him and Regulus. They respected each other, sure, but when they were alone, without Sirius or Remus, James felt an intense urge to sink into the ground and never reappear. He played it off as simply nervousness around someone new—not that it was common for James to ever feel nervous around new people. Regulus had this aura about him, one that James couldn’t quite place. It was undeniable that Regulus made James nervous, but James would deny the reason for this nervousness for as long as he possibly could—and longer. Regulus didn’t speak much, and James tried but failed to match this. The silence felt awkward, and he couldn’t go for long sitting in silence with him until he overshared, making the situation more awkward than it had been beforehand.
“Long black for Regulus?”
He says his name, although there is no one else in the shop to mistake the coffee as their own. But James likes the way his name sounds on his lips, as horrifically cheesy as that may sound.
Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it. He’s off-limits and you know that.
Looking up, Regulus looked up and flashed a small, awkward smile, walking to the counter and reaching for the coffee. As his fingers wrapped around the cup, they brushed James’ fingers, and his grey eyes flickered up to meet James’ deep brown ones. “Thank you,” he looked away quickly and was out of the shop before James could even respond.
Okay, James thought, okay, this is okay. He just has to make it out of the shop and then I’ll never see him again.
But then Regulus stops halfway out of the door, sending James a wonky smile and a soft “I’ll see you around.” His eyes are twinkling with something unrecognisable, and once he leaves James allows himself to breathe and forces the dorky smile off his face as he swears under his breath.
I'm a little inspired so a little snipet of the next chapter of That's all there is to this story (Given Au - Jegulus)
The phone call goes straight to voicemail and someone speaks.
"Hi, this is Barty, I can't take your call right now. If you're Reg, you know what to do! I love you! Just Reg, if you're not him screw you,"
Regulus can feel the tears burning down his cheeks and slipping through his lips like venom ready to kill. His voice is fighting to escape his body, scratching inside his chest, making his throat bleed with deep eternal cuts that will never heal. Phantom hands pull him and drown him in the blackness that never stops choking him.
When he finally talks, it feels like claws tearing his heart apart.
It’s 7:45 am and I just finished reading a 365,000 word fic with 65 chapters! I only meant to read 5 chapters, clearly I have no self control. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ʅ(⑅*´◡`)ʃ
Fic in question
i've loved you in a million different ways by dotty456
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James never gave much thought to dreams —where they come from, what they're trying to tell him. Of course, that was before he's started having very particular nightmares. Ones that leave him haunted even during waking hours. Ones that beg questions about what's real and what's not. Ones that, especially, have him relying on his boyfriend to help him be able to stomach.
After all, if there's one thing Regulus is good at, it's taking care of James however he needs. No matter how concerning it may be.
by: xjustakay
Words: 22,750, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Collections: Screamfest
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Several Other Present or Mentioned Characters
Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter
Additional Tags: Psychological Drama, Psychological Horror, Murder, Blood and Violence, Mystery, Dissociation, Memory Issues, Nightmares, Violent Thoughts, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, we're talking like.., murder as a coping mechanism, also murder as a love language, the very fine line between gaslighting and protecting someone from themself, (stay with me here lmao), Plot Twists, Established Relationship, Crazy Codependent Boyfriends, they're insane (like in general AND about each other), Explicit Language, Sexual Content, Choking, (in a mostly sexy way miraculously), Ambiguous/Open Ending, James and Regulus both live at least so
Current highlight of my week is Chew Me Up but Don’t Spit Me Out updates. I need it to finish but I never want it to stop. I need to know what happens next but I need this forever.
