Plagiarism Isn't Okay. I Don't Think I've Seen My Works Anywhere, But Please Let Original Authors Know

Plagiarism isn't okay. I don't think I've seen my works anywhere, but please let original authors know if you see their work on a site/account.

This also goes for translations

STOLEN AGAIN

I genuinely didn't know if I could be bothered to announce this again but I can't let it slide.

This is the second time that I'm aware of that this particular fic has been stolen. Granted, from what I can tell the only thing that is similar seems to be the smut, but that isn't the point. I don't particularly know how to go about this because as most of you know I'm not at all fond of the ao3 interface and I rarely use it.

But I wanted to post here because as we know, fic plagiarists seldom write anything for themselves. The ao3 date is confusing me a lil but I think they posted this chapter just two days after I posted my fic? I can't say for sure but it doesn't inspire hope for this particular poster that they are writing for themselves.

I was torn about whether to make a post about this at all because last time my work got stolen it made me so incredibly anxious and paranoid. I was physically and mentally drained because of it and I didn't know if I wanted to go through that again.

However I'm willing to take the risk because I know it's the right thing to do, and the fact that other moots or fellow writers could have had their work stolen by this person is the main reason I am doing this. It takes an incredible amount of energy, time, and passion to write or do anything creative and we are doing it for free because we want to and because it's fun. And to have that trivialised by being stolen for ?? laziness ?? clout ?? I don't know, it sucks.

I really do hope this author does write for themselves and just had a moment of weakness.

The writing clearly isn't entirely copied and pasted but has been tweaked slightly, I'm assuming in hopes of getting away with it? But at that point wouldn't it be better to just actually write something yourself?

Anyway, hopefully this user hasn't stolen from anyone else, but just in case I will link their fic below. It's a big multichap series and I honestly wouldn't have known if an anon hadn't have told me.

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my fic // their fic

Poly SatoSugu x omega reader!

Warnings: poly (obv), omega Suguru, Alpha Satoru. Omega gender neutral reader. Mentions of Infertility. MALE PREGNANCY, pregnancy.

Imagine being mated to Alpha Satoru and Omega Suguru, accidentally tied into their pack. Gojo Clan and Zenin Clan had originally arranged you and Satoru to be mated, but Satoru, in normal fashion, rebelled and mated Suguru. Zenin clan, not wanting to break a olive branch, still gave you to the Gojo clan. Suguru came to you with an offer, he felt bad that you were kinda just been thrown around, You agreed to be their surrogate. Suguru wanted to continue working without having to be pregnant and worry about time off.

Imagine you and Suguru getting close, like, super close over the years. Zenin clan pressuring you to have pups, but never specified who's pups. So the next time you had a heat, instead of Satoru helping you, Suguru helped you instead. When the Zenin Clan and Gojo Clan found out that the pup wasn't Satoru's they demanded that Satrou be the one to have pups next. So in Satoru fashion, adopted three pups in his and your name. Zenin and Gojo Clan giving up after that.

Imagine during you're pregnancy Satoru starts to get close to you, realizing he doesn't need to hold a grudge over you since you're also a victim of your own clan. Slowly spoiling you and gushing over you and your pregnant belly. Slowly he and Suguru fuss over you and the new pups in the house.

It's a werid arrangement but you could complain since now you have a happy pack.

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Do yall think Malleus would have Yuu buried next to him or have their own gorgeous, expensive, burial? (Think like, snow white or the old catholic church's around Europe)

Thousands of years later archaeologists would stumble upon the late King Malleus' tomb and it's like the terracotta army but with the gargoyles he personally sculpted over the years instead of human-like soldiers lol

Historians would be like: "The gargoyles represent the loyalty and strength of the fae peoples. They are symbols of endurance; of unwavering faith in their mighty King until the end."

No, he just really liked gargoyles.

Rebloging because I just checked in and the chapters for twist isn't even done yet 😭

Dance With Me.

Kinda Malleus x Reader!Yuu. Slight spoilers for Chapter Seven (I haven't read nor looked at translations). But enjoy! Reader is Gender Nuetral.

WARNINGS: SLIGHT CHAPTER SEVEN SPOILERS, captivity, deliriousness.

Timeless.

Endless.

Dizziness.

That's all (Name) felt as they waltz with strangers. It was endless, the music was never-ending, the same symphony would get quiet and then repeat.

Once it got quiet (Name) would hear humming.

(Name) got off the stranger, politely excusing themselves. (Name) walked around trying to find the source of the humming, it was quiet, but soothing.

(Name) went up stairs only to re-enter the ballroom they were just in, same with going down stairs. They always re-enter the same ballroom.

'This is getting stranger and stranger by the minute'. (Name) was lost, the humming wouldn't get louder or softer, it was consistent.

The symphony slowly picked back up where it started, 'how did I get here? Where am I' (Name) looked around, feeling dizzy by the guest waltzing around them, the spinning and laughter around them was endless.

"Mind if I steal this dance?"

(Name) looked up to the figure, 'he is enchanting'. Feeling heat rise to their face, they nodded.

The man chuckled, leading them to the center of the ballroom.

(Name) felt eyes grow on them, but the humming stopped, causing them to look around.

"Is everything alright my dear?"

(Name) looked at the man, "um, yes".

"Are you sure? You look so uncertain, are you nervous?". His smile was warm but felt so sinister.

(Name) rested their head on the man's chest as they danced, "Well, kinda. Where are we?".

The ceiling was endless as were all the rooms, the room stretched, what looked like hundreds of people dancing around the two.

(Name) looked closer at the man, his horns where decorated with lace covering his eyes, but oh was it his eyes that stood out the most. The envy green eyes that pierced their mind, their soul and swallowed them whole.

"Say, have we met before?"

He smiled at them, adoring thier curiosity, "Of course, once upon a dream".

"A dream?" (Name) was puzzled, when was the last time they dreamed? They felt like they were so busy, but they can't seem to remember anything before this dance.

"NAME!"

(Name) looked around, "did you hear that?".

"Hear what love?" The man hummed, humming, that irritable humming.

(Name) felt themselves getting angry, that humming was making their head hurt, "My name! That's my name! And your name... what is your name?".

"Names are very powerful, Little one, do you really wish to know my name?"

"Well, I think that I know you"

"NAME! WAKE UP!"

The whole room shook, dust falling on everyone, people around them were glitching, in and out of place.

"Wait, wake up? Am I in a dream? Sir, where are we?". (Name) tried to break away from the man, but was shoved back into his arms.

"It seems that we are being distributed". The man holds (Name)'s cheeks, rubbing them softly.

(Name) feel nauseous, worry crept up their spine, alarm bells ringing in their head, "I think I should be going sir".

"Oh no, we can't have that, shhhh. It's okay, just relax" The man picked up (Name), rocking them as if they were a baby.

The man softly hummed as he rocked (Name), the ballroom got dark, the music finally stopping.

"Shhh, it's okay (Name). I'll give us a better dream, where no one can disturb us". The man kissed the top of their head.

(Name) felt themselves relaxed, listening to the soft humming, their eyes slowly closing once last time.

Sorry! This was kinda rushed, I had to get this off my mind. I hope you enjoyed! Ask and request are always opened!