01 liner - 25 - 18+ only! ANTI AI! spam posting blog: hahahaillmurderyou Hi! I’m Caitlin (i also go by Tadhg when I'm feeling more masc), intp-t, she/her/they/them/he/him I’m a flavour of asexual (demisexual, panromantic) and a flavour of trans (nonbi), but mainly just a massive whore for Changbin, Namjoon, DK and Mingi
Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. Here is my main masterlist where you can follow the links to detailed masterlists for specific groups as well as plans for upcoming fics I am currently working on! If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, please send me a message or comment on here or the fic, I’d be more than happy to add you 💜
Warning: this is an NSFW space and works will include smut, death, angst, alcohol, drugs, and swearing. Please only engage if you are 18+
I won't write: full non-con for kpop idols, Hellaverse fics may include full non-con at my discretion (cnc and dub-con are allowed for all fics), abuse of minors, excessive gore liiiiiies I will write gore for Hellaverse because I'm a slut for murderous Alastor and Vox, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother/dad/mum x step sister/daughter/son is cool with me) I lie again, I am soooo down for writing full incest now I can't even lie hehe, pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, animal abuse, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want, thank you!!
“The thing about idols is that we don’t have to commit a crime or do something that’s controversial for people to blow little things out of proportion and judge us. I could never understand the mentality of those people.”
I have an Alastor x Reader fic wip that I have been playing with, but its turning out to be a real Dead Dove 😅 I've never written proper gore before so please bare with me if its a little clunky, constructive criticism will be very welcome when its posted! For now, here's a little snippit of the opening few paragraphs:
Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat - these paragraphs have SA and the full series will have murder, non and dubcon, assault, lots of gore, smut, and other dark shit. I mean this, Dead Dove all the way
WIP - Alastor x Reader
The falling was sudden. A jarring sensation flipping your stomach and causing your limbs to flail. The ground was hard when you slammed against it, breath leaving your body in a painful wheeze. You blinked, once, twice, trying to get your eyes to focus on the world around you. A mess of noise broke through your ringing ears, laughter and screaming, moans and crying. This wasn't the execution room anymore. You heaved your body upwards, using a nearby waste pipe to help you steady your shaking legs. You could still feel it, the burning throughout your veins as they pumped you full of poison and the so-called painkiller that evidently did nothing.
“Where… the fuck am I?” Your voice was surprisingly clear, not the hoarse croak you had grown accustomed to in the prison, after years of self-induced silence on death row. The world around you was hotter now. The sterile lights of the prison replaced with a cold stream of moonlight. Tall buildings enclosed you in this alleyway, the sound of life echoing from open windows and the red glow of the street beyond.
“Fuck yeah boss, how do you always know where the pretty ones are going to drop in?” A second voice, higher in pitch but filled with more lust than the first.
You turned slowly, body still not cooperating with you. Limbs moved awkwardly, which confused you as you swore you only had two arms before. You finally looked at yourself, eyes casting over your new figure. Tall and lithe, with four arms protruding from your torso instead of two.
“4 fucking arms? What the fuck?” The men laughed, stepping out of the dark shadows and slinking towards you. Each one a different type of reptile, with teeth razor sharp and mouths wet with drool.
“Ooh the pretty spiderling has no idea what she is… That'll make this so much easier-” A boom echoed through the air, your ears ringing and body swaying with the force of the air rushing past you. You stumbled. They snarled. You searched for an out, two of your hands covering your ears to dull the pain. Your only option was to fight or run, and as much as it pained you to admit, running seemed like your best fucking option right now.
They seemed to know what was going on in your pretty skull before you'd settled on running. They pounced, hands grabbing flesh. You screamed out, teeth sinking into their hands whenever they tried to touch your face. You kicked, trying to get them off of you. Their hands wrapped around your ankles and wrists, chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Fucking bitch-” the leader spat out a wad of blood onto your face and snarled. “I'm gonna enjoy making you squeal…”
“Oh well isn't this unbecoming!” A sweet voice echoed through the air, stilling the hands of your assailants. “Why don't we leave this…” you could hear their steps coming closer, soft heeled steps stilling as they reached your head. “Little creature alone now, hm?” The two reptiles, once so brazen in their attack now cowered, scales turning a sickly pale green as their hands slowly unbound from your form.
“Run along now children. Go find another new soul to force into fornication.” They nodded, eyes never leaving this stranger standing above you.
Your body shook. With fear for this stranger or fear from the men who were just touching you, you weren't sure. Head tilting backwards, eyes travelling up this stranger's frame. Red and black striped fabric swayed at your head, before turning into a soft mauve and ending high on the neck of a pale woman wearing a deranged smile. A slender hand was extended down to you, her head tilting and face shifting under her obnoxiously large hat.
“Hello there little one. And who might you be?” A flash of something unreadable moved across her face as she hoisted you up with surprising strength. “A new little spiderling, I wonder…” her smile was broad and filled with sharp teeth. “I'm Rosie. I run this little town of ours here that you seem to have fallen into.” She looped her arm into yours, pulling you forcefully along beside her. “Now little one, this may come as a little bit of a shock…”
The moon light was beautiful and cold on your skin as you broke from the alley and into a wide bustling street. People flitted around you both. Or, at least you thought they were people. They shared the same sharp toothed smile that this Rosie did, eyes narrowing at your apparent closeness with the woman. Her steps didn't slow as she pulled you towards a storefront. “Now darling, come in and sit. Make yourself at home.”
Some people have never known what it feels like to have the very idea of being loved or attractive to someone be a joke. It’s so painfully obvious sometimes in the way he laughs that he never had someone reply “ew no” when their name came up in conversation. My brain knows how to act but not how to be, constantly waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me, so it protects my heart with this veneer of fakery. This persona-shaped armour covers my true personality, forces sharper edges of me to contort into acceptable traits, into something people might finally like. The very idea that I’m anything remotely close to likeable or loveable is insane to me.
He looks at me across the table then, eyes warm and cheeks flushed red with alcohol. Our friends are noisy, chatting amongst themselves as the evening drags on. The food is mediocre but they all like it here, so I smile and agree to come along. The music is always too loud here, it hurts to try to keep a conversation over the noise. But none of them struggle so I keep silent, discomfort masked. “You okay over there? You’re awfully quiet?” I nod, the acceptable response in this situation, when all I want to do is cry.
I remember being 8 years old. A new boy had just joined my school, tall with a slight accent. All the girls had a crush on him. He handed me a note in the morning to come and meet him on the playground at lunch. Somehow everyone knew, and everyone came to watch. He stood on one side of that tall dark green fence, all the boys and girls our age surrounding him and laughing to themselves. They watched us. How their eyes watched me, assessed me, even then I was being sized up and judged for what joints of meat they could pull from my carcass once his knife stuck into my chest. I stood on the other side of the fence alone. He asked me out, in that awkward way kids do, “would you maybe, be my girlfriend?”. I said yes. He doubled over, hands wrapped around his stomach as he fought for air. All the kids laughed with him. At me. “God I can’t believe you actually thought I’d go out with you!”.
He’s holding my hand now. It feels wrong, performative. We’re saying goodbye to our friends as we try to make our way home. He is laughing and nattering away as he usually does and I try so desperately to join in. I say all the right things but the joy never actually reaches my chest, my smile never actually reaches my eyes. He notices, as he always does, but doesn’t say anything.
I was 13 when I had my first boyfriend. It had to be kept a secret though. “I like you, but you’re so embarrassing. I can’t let the guys know we’re dating or I’d be killed.” I nodded and agreed to meet him at the park a half an hour walk away from school. It was nice at first, we sat on the swings and talked, sharing a bag of Milky Way Stars. He kissed me softly. That was my first kiss. I was so nervous. I wasn’t sure if I actually liked him, but he was popular, so I thought I’d be safe from the ridicule for once. But when his friends showed up, he changed. I was pushed into the mud and my bag was thrown in the air above my head as I cried silently. Three months of my life I spent with him, being his dirty secret. I thought it was romantic. I was Juliet and he was Romeo.
I slipped my shoes off in the doorway, with him following closely behind me. “I’ll make us some tea. Want some food or anything?” I kissed his cheek softly as I started to move towards the kitchen. “No thanks. I think I’m just going to go to bed.” He replied, walking away. Someday I think he’ll get bored of me playing the part of doting partner. He always says he will be here for me, for whenever I want to open up. I’m just so scared it’s all pretend.
I was 15, lying on my boyfriend’s bed as we watched Black Mirror. I hated spiders, but he insisted we watch this episode called “Playtest”. I recoiled from the screen when the spider was shown, all legs and shadows. My legs pushed me up the bed as I grabbed for his arm to bury myself in his side, seeking safety. I kept saying no, “I don’t want it to come any closer”. He climbed on top of me, “keep saying no”. I did, but not because he wanted me to. To everyone on the outside we seemed perfect.
I slipped into bed next to him, arms wrapping around his waist as I buried my head into his neck. I cried then. I wept for the life I wanted to have with him. I wept for the memories I wish I could force down. I wept for the person I could have become. He stroked my hair silently and patiently. He was always so patient with me. I was always so scared it was all pretend.
I was 21 when I first got engaged. I didn’t love him, I didn’t love myself. I loved the feeling of self worth I got that finally someone had picked me. We lived a 2 hour drive apart. I was working full time to save up for university. He was a first year student in mixed housing. I wanted to surprise him after exam season and drove up to spend the week with him. His housemates told me to leave, that I didn’t want to see it. I pushed past them all, forcing my legs to carry me up those seemingly endless stairs. His door was closed. I could hear them though. His housemates were right, I didn’t want to see it. They’re married now. I still have the invite.
The morning comes and my tears have dried. We’re still curled up in our warm embrace. The sun shines through our curtains and the air is still. He kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. I breathe. Slowly I feel a brick crumble to dust. “I’m so scared all the time.” I feel him nod. “I understand, let’s get you some help.”
I just went to reblog your latest Yoongi fic and everything is blocked for me, it won’t even let me like it! But let me tell you… it’s my new favourite Yoongi fic. Ever. It’s amazing. Delicious. Yoongi in a baseball cap irl was already dangerously hot and you just did that… YOU DID THAT!!!! Brother’s bf is also already a favourite trope of mine, but you somehow made me love it more, I just love your writing sm 😍
100/10 no notes gimmie 14 of em right now
oh no!! did you try again today to see if that worked? maybe you hit a post limit somewhere or something? i dunno why it wouldn't let you interact🤔
but thank you so much! huge compliments here, and that yoongi in a cap is enough to destroy me. goodbye. i am now a shell of a person. gone. crushed!
i must ask, though: did you just read baseball season, or have you read the three tangerines series yet? if you haven't read the series yet.. boy, do i have something for you LMAO it's a whole lot more of whatever the fresh hell this one was!
I have not yet tried again today, but I’ll go and have a check now 🫡
I’ve read Broken (both parts), Busted, and Forfeit so far! Slowly making my way through the whole series and I’ve got to say I’m loving them all so much so far 🥹💜
I just wrote a therapeutic little Drabble on my side account hahahaillmurderyou and honestly it just kind of tumbled out of me so now im dealing with some shit that I thought I had LOCKED away. Not fun.
Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. Here is my tubatu masterlist where you can find my posted fics as well as plans for upcoming ones I am currently working on! If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, please send me a message, comment on here, or leave a message on the fic, and I’d be more than happy to add you 💜
Warning: this is an NSFW space and works will include smut, death, angst, alcohol, drugs, and swearing. Please only engage if you are 18+
I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), abuse of minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother/dad/mum x step sister/daughter/son is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, animal abuse, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want
Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. Here is my Ateez masterlist where you can find my posted fics as well as plans for upcoming ones I am currently working on! If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, please send me a message, comment on here, or leave a message on the fic, and I’d be more than happy to add you 💜
Warning: this is an NSFW space and works will include smut, death, angst, alcohol, drugs, and swearing. Please only engage if you are 18+
I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), abuse of minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother/dad/mum x step sister/daughter/son is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, animal abuse, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want
Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. Here is my SKZ masterlist where you can find my posted fics as well as plans for upcoming ones I am currently working on! If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, please send me a message, comment on here, or leave a message on the fic, and I’d be more than happy to add you 💜
Warning: this is an NSFW space and works will include smut, death, angst, alcohol, drugs, and swearing. Please only engage if you are 18+
I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), abuse of minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother/dad/mum x step sister/daughter/son is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, animal abuse, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want
Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. Here is my Bangtan masterlist where you can find my posted fics as well as plans for upcoming ones I am currently working on! If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, please send me a message, comment on here, or leave a message on the fic, and I’d be more than happy to add you 💜
Warning: this is an NSFW space and works will include smut, death, angst, alcohol, drugs, and swearing. Please only engage if you are 18+
I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), abuse of minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother/dad/mum x step sister/daughter/son is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, animal abuse, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want
okay so i know everyone is mad at the other anon for bringing up AI, but like… isn’t it kinda fair to say that once you publish a teaser or fic, and then don’t update it for months, it’s natural for readers to want closure in their own way? idk… i feel like that anon was being really polite with you. they even said it was just for personal use and like ai exists to make life easier?? so why is it such a crime to want to see the ending if the writer isn’t giving one? isn’t that the whole point of technology? you didn’t have to be that mad at them. you could’ve just said no without cursing and yelling. i’m sorry but it just feels a bit much. and tbh if they didn’t ask and used gpt anyway, you wouldn’t even know, so what’s the point of being so aggressive?
anyway i know people are gonna lunge at me for saying this but… not everyone who disagrees with you is a villain. just something to think about
i will start with the obvious. AI models 'learn' from the content fed into it. it regurgitates and steals content from human writers, whether it's our style/voice/tone or our actual words. our work is repurposed without our permission. "not everyone who disagrees with you is a villain," yes, but anyone who enables this system is.
"they even said it was just for personal use and like ai exists to make life easier??" at whose expense? mine? i write for enjoyment and community. i do not HAVE to make fanfiction. no one does. no writer owes you ANYTHING, even if they publish it online.
i am not about to apologize for "being so aggressive," or "screaming," or "yelling." this will be the last i say on this, so let me make my stance as crystal clear as possible. anon, and to anyone else who agrees with this anon: get off my fucking blog. shit, get off fandom spaces. do not interact with any of my work, or any fanfic writer's work, ever again.
i had typed up thoughts on this on the original ask and then decided against it, but now i'm triggered all over again so here we go.
every writer has their own Self they bring to what they write.
what this means is, their writing is colored by their experiences, colored in by their fears and loves, colored in by the way they experience and use language.
no author will ever "sound" entirely the same, no two authors will have the same genetic make-up in what they produce.
what makes a writer unique is their specific narrative voice, quirks and habits, the pieces of themself that they sprinkle into what they do.
if you took my writing, as an example, as fed it to AI - you have now taught it (at least to some degree) to write Just Like Jo.
so there's a few reasons this is upsetting.
1. this is insulting to the craft of writing. you know who can pull from their high school trauma and put it into a college au that makes you cry? not the robot, i promise. you know who can carefully craft a Plot A and Plot B with simultaneously expanding characters arcs? Not the gpt. You know who can string a leitmotif of metaphor through a work? Yeah.
2. "If you aren't going to write it I want to see what happens" FIRSTLY what you're getting isn't even writing, it's words thrown in a blender but there is absolutely no craft or soul there. SECONDLY get OVER yourself, you can wait or you can move on. jesus christ. things no one should have to say but apparently MANY writers today have to say? literally this boils down ONLY to entitlement of the reader. you're rude, you're entitled, and you're a cancer in the fandom space if you have this "i want it now and youre wrong if you dont provide that" mentality. the fact that the original anon went to MULTIPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! authors who have IN PROGRESS fics with "if you aren't going to-" like???????? unless the fic says discontinued you can fuck alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way off! (and if it IS discontinued you still do not have permission to feed it to ai because... see next point)
3. what we write is our intellectual property! you actually DON'T have the right to just do what you want! (and you're an asshole!!!)
4. thinking that ai could learn to write MY way with MY unique writing quirks makes me TERRIFIED and feel unpublishable, when becoming a published author has been my dream and goal since i was a teenager. you can feed my writing to AI afterrrrrrrrr you pay off the rest of my student loans that i accrued while earning my creative writing degree! the price is 31k and i want it in cash before you touch my shit.
truly thinking about pulling all of my writing off of tumblr because of this. i'm scared this will just be done to me without even the ask. i'm scared i'll try to publish someday and be told "eh, ai could do what you do" BECAUSE IT LEARNED FROM ME IN THE FIRST PLACE.
your audacity is astounding and disgusting. the entitlement is horrifying. respect other fandom members. respect content creators. we own what we create, you do not get to put your hands on it.
i'm sitting on my decision so i don't react emotionally but please know that if my works go down over the next few days you are entirely the cause!!! :)
I thought I was going to have to miss my boys but my mum surprised me with tickets for passing my ICAEW professional level exams!!! I got to finally see Ateez live 😭😭😭
I have so many videos too so I might spam those on my second account hahahaillmurderyou so if you’re interested go have a gander
But my GOD they were so amazing and I had such a good view!! I cannot wait until they come back again, I miss them all so much already 😅
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.
Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.
Summary: On your wedding day your marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. While committing to this bond with your new husband, your secrets are shared. Yours is mostly harmless, that you find his brother Seokmin very attractive. His is… less so.
Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader, established relationship, angst, swearing, drinking, smoking, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent,
Chapter warnings: Swearing, this one is pretty tame ngl
Word count: 5.7K
Author's note: Hello again, long time no see! I've been sitting on this series for over a year now and have just been itching to get some more of it out, so here's chapter 2! I'd love to hear what you guys think <3
This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to represent the actions, ideals, or attitude of the idol Jeon Wonwoo.
The crowd swarmed the floor as Wonwoo and Seokmin returned to their seats above the festivities. You were swept up again by the maddening masses of men trying to sell their sons to you. Your father had never seemed so happy. Your mother and sisters relished the attention, their dance cards filling quicker than usual. You tried to pull a smile across your features but with every new name to remember and face to learn it was getting difficult. You felt a deepening sadness and a gripping in your chest as if you’d lost something.
“Father, I need to be excused for some fresh air.” He nodded, gesturing to the castle guards to follow you as the crowd of fathers parted for you.
“Would you like me to escort you miss?” One of the men offered, a tall younger man - Vernon if you remembered his name correctly.
“I’m sure she’ll be okay boy.” Your father's large hand settled on his shoulder. “But why don’t we discuss your newly acquired title hm? I am so sorry to hear of your father’s passing.” A smile was spread across Father’s face as the younger man nodded eagerly.
A guard stepped away from his post as you ventured to the outskirts of the room and towards one of the many pairs of side doors.
“Miss.” He nodded towards you, eyes dull. “The balconies are this way if you would like some air.”
“You don’t need to follow me any further, thank you for showing me the way.” He didn’t react to that, other than a small sigh escaping him. Under the moon's light, his skin seemed duller and sunken, the dark bags under his eyes were stark against his pale eyes. The nameless guard stood watch at the balcony doors as you stepped outside. The sun had set while you were inside, the air now cold and harsh against your skin. You felt the raw sting of the wind, regret settling into your bones as the idea of heading back inside ran through your mind. But the moon looked so pretty.
“Selûne?” The night stayed silent. “Moonmother?” The pain was back in your chest, that awful grip on your lungs that froze you from the inside. “Moonmother, are you not there?”
“Trouble getting through to your deity?” The man was tall, taller than any other you’d spoken to that night. He swirled this tall glass in his hand, the liquid a warm brown as he eyed your form, drinking you in as the glass remained untouched.
“Who are you? How’d you-?” His smile showed sharp canines, white and shining in the cold moonlight.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how easy it is to convince people to let you go wherever you want when you’re the Royal Guard.” His smile was brazen; the confidence oozed off of this strange man in almost palpable waves. “Well. At least when they think you’re the Royal Guard.” He took a long sip of his drink without his eyes leaving yours. The shot of fear that rushed up your spine was almost primal, the innate fear of that predatory gaze still lingering in your bones. Your legs trembled beneath your dress, eyes not daring to leave his for fear of missing him move. You watched him intently, his long dark hair curled slightly at his ears. To most, you assumed this man would be called beautiful; you dare say if you met him on the street, he might steal your breath away. But right now, there was no beauty in those features, just a sense that if you broke the surface of this gentlemanly façade, a torrent of anguish would wash over you. The power behind those brown eyes, the calculated cunning, the slight tensing of the muscles under his dress shirt. He was a predator ready to pounce.
“You don’t have to look so terrified. I’m not here to hurt you.” He said after downing the rest of his drink. “Just here to give you some…” That awful smile accompanied his pause, bearing the full set of perfectly sharp white teeth he had. “Let us call it friendly advice.” He stepped closer, now only a few feet from you. “Marry Wonwoo. Do whatever it takes to marry that man. I already know you’re fucking him, so it shouldn’t be too hard.” His eyes lit up at the blush blooming across your skin. “If you don’t.” He shook his head. The sigh that left him felt too fake, performative. “A lot of people will be very disappointed.”
“Why?” The word was so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.
“Why? Oh, darling, don’t worry your little head with the why. Just do as I say, and everyone will be fine.” His glass was empty now, the condensation gathered upon his fingertips as he leant his elbow on the balcony rails beside him. His hair fell slightly in front of his face, but he didn’t make a move to fix it; he just continued staring.
“I’ve got a lot riding on you, you know.” The glass was falling towards the ground below you both before you knew it. The glass smashed into a million tiny shards on the gravel path below, and as you tore your gaze away from the stranger to look, you felt a heat like nothing before lick at your wrist. Yelping, your instinct was to force your body away from this heat and push yourself further into the wall behind you. But as you did, as you felt the cold stones digging into your back, as you began to try to make sense of this whole situation, you found yourself all alone again.
The guard hadn’t heard any of this secret rendezvous, it seemed, or if he did, he was very good at hiding it. You touched his arm, afraid now of being so far away from the safety of the crowd. He was more than happy to escort you back, walking steadily beside you.
The wall of people was as intimidating as it had always been. The judging sea of eyes and gossiping whispers clogged the room, pulling all the oxygen out of you again. You tried to steady yourself, raising your gaze up towards the painted ceiling. There was a sudden rush beside you, an arm intertwining with yours and pulling you along with them through the crowds. It took a few moments before you realised this person was your mother, leading you through the throngs of people towards the centre of the room once again. It wasn’t until she stopped so abruptly and you’d crashed into her back that you realised why she was almost frantic. She’d come to stop at Wonwoo and Seokmin’s feet.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve finally found her!” Your body tipped forward as she pushed you closer. “My daughter is incredibly grateful for this honour.” You could feel what she was trying to say to you and curtsied softly.
“I apologise for stepping outside. It’s not that I do not appreciate the honour, I needed some fresh air is all.” You didn’t raise your stance yet, waiting for one of them to speak.
“It’s understandable that someone of such low class would be overwhelmed at an event such as this.” Their mother’s velvety smooth voice rang through the room as a silence fell upon the crowd. “I wouldn’t have expected anything more from you child.” Her fingernail was sharp as she pushed your chin up, eyes darkening as they locked onto yours. “My my, what a fire in your eyes darling.”
“Thank you, your majesty.”
The next morning broke with a storm.
The windows rattled as they were pelted with rain, the sky dark and overbearing. You spent most of the morning wrapped in the warmth of your quilt, barely conscious enough to pull yourself from its safety.
The early hours slowly gave way to the relentless sun and its cold light. Your chest still felt heavy. Somewhere deep within you, somewhere that you weren’t sure you could ever reach, there was a weight settling.
“Darling, are you awake?” Your mother’s voice was soft and calm as she made her way into your bedroom.
“Yes, mother.” The bed sheets rustled and bared you to the cold morning air as they fell away from your body while you stirred. “I’m awake.” Your eyes fell upon her, and that small weight in your chest lifted slightly. Her smile reached her eyes as she seated herself at the end of your bed.
“How are you feeling?” She gently ran a hand through your hair, pushing the strands out of your face.
“Overwhelmed.”
“And” she paused “how does your man friend feel?” Her tone was tentative as if speaking to a wild horse that may bolt any moment.
“Man. Man friend?”
“Oh, come now, you think I didn’t know? I was young too once.” You let out a sigh, how could you ever begin to explain that this man friend your mother was so worried about was the crown prince?
“He’s… changed. He’s not the same man I knew before.” Your voice trailed off, the sudden and unexpected threat of tears stealing your ability to speak. “He’s just not who I thought he was.”
