Hi my name is Meg I'm 26 I am a singer,actress and I'm learning how to dance. Been on this hell-site since 2011, seen some things done some things yah know life stuff. - Meg
Still alive i write fanfic now it under the title (what do you mean the spider is live streaming) though that is subject to change since I think I made the title seem to light hearted for the subject matter lol.
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An astute reader informed me this morning that one of my fics (Children of the Future Age) had been pirated and was being sold as a novel on Amazon:
(And they weren't even creative with their cover design. If you're going to pirate something that I spent a full year of my life writing, at least give me a pretty screenshot to brag about later. Seriously.)
I promptly filed a DMCA complaint to have it removed, but I checked out the company that put it up -- Plush Books -- and it looks like A LOT of their books are pirated fic. They are by no means the only ones doing this, either -- the fact that """publishers""" can download stories from AO3 in ebook format and then reupload them to Amazon in just a few clicks makes fic piracy a common problem. There are a whole host of reasons why letting this continue is bad -- including actual legal risk to fanfiction archives -- but basically:
IF YOU ARE A FANFIC AUTHOR WITH LONG AND/OR POPULAR WORKS, PLEASE CHECK AMAZON TO SEE IF YOUR STORIES HAVE BEEN PIRATED.
You can search for your fics by title, or by text from the description (which is often just copied wholesale from AO3 as well). If you find that someone has stolen your work and is selling it as their own, you can lodge a DMCA complaint (Amazon.com/USA site; other countries have different systems). If you haven't done this before, it's easy! Here's a tutorial:
HOW TO FILE A COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT FOR STOLEN WORK ON AMAZON.COM:
First, go to this form. You'll need to be signed into your Amazon account.
Select the radio buttons/dropdown options (shown below) to indicate that you are the legal Rights Owner, you have a copyright concern, and it is about a pirated product.
Enter the name of your story in the Name of Brand field.
In the Link to the Copyrighted Work box, enter a link to the story on AO3 or whatever site your work is posted on.
In the Additional Information box, explain that you are the author of the work and it is being sold without your permission. That's all you really need. If you want, you can include additional information that might be helpful in establishing the validity of your claim, but you don't have to go into great detail. You can simply write something like this:
I am the author of this work, which is being sold by [publisher] without my permission. I originally published this story in [date/year] on [name of site], and have provided a link to the original above. On request, I can provide documentation proving that I am the owner of the account that originally posted this story.
In the ASIN/ISBN-10 field, copy and paste the ID number from the pirated copy's URL. You'll find this ten-digit number in the Amazon URL after the word "product," as in the screenshot below. (If the URL extends beyond this number, you can ignore everything from the question mark on.) Once this number has been added, Amazon will pull the product information automatically and add it to the complaint form, so you can check the listing title and make sure it's correct.
Finally, add your contact information to the relevant fields, check the "I have read and accept the statements" box, and then click Submit. You should receive an email confirmation that Amazon has received the form.
Please share this information with your writer friends, keep an eye out for/report pirated works, and help us keep fanfiction free and legally protected!
NOTE: All of the above also applies to Amazon products featuring stolen artwork, etc., so fan artists should check too!
The absolute fucking disrespect to fanfic authors is atrocious.
Art piracy from fanartists is horrible, but the amount of piracy of fanfic writers that goes unnoticed is chilling. Its not enough that people steal other's fanfics to claim as their own, but people also sell FANfiction that people lovingly write as priced novels?? Disgusting.
I know this is just a silly sideblog for fanart, but just as a great enjoyer of fanfics and appreciator of fanfic writers in general, this is too important for me to not bring attention to.
Take care of yourself and your works Authors! And non-writers, protect your favorite Author friends!!!!
Danny at the tender age of 23, has had a bad month. He had just lost his job as an interpreter with his company due to rejecting the advances of one of the older female bosses and his landlord was trying to screw him over on rent.
It honestly surprised him when he woke up one day with his wrists bound in front of him and trapped in a tube. He had been out of the hero game since the portals closed up years ago and Vlad lost his powers, so it had been a while since the whole "kidnapping" thing had happened to him.
He looked out through the glass of the tube as he turned intangible to let the IV needles fall out of his arms. There luckly wasn't any glowing green goo in the tube with him, but he doubts it will stay that way long as the scientists outside his containment chatted happily about "the discovery of the decade!" Ick.
He waits till they're gone before turning intangible slipping out of his tube and heading straight for the computer. He knew how to hack, but he was low on time and needed to know exactly what was going on, so some ghostly meddling with electronics were necessary. Sorry Tuck.
It was at this moment he found out several things.
1. Danny had apparently been here for several months instead of the few days he had initially assumed
2. He was found somewhere in his own thermos, asleep. Luckily they haven't been able to replicate any technology from it.
3. Superheros were a very real thing now. How long had he been asleep?
4. He had been cloned. Again. But this time he had someone else's DNA mixed in with the clones to make them more stable and intelligent. Some guy named Red Robin. Huh. Was that his real name or...?
Danny took a deep breath before locating his new clone kids. Ellie would be thrilled...if she was still around that is. He could think about that later, right now he had to grab his babies-and oh ancients- they were babies! The oldest of the three looked four years old at most and the youngest looked only a few hours. He was still all pink and alien looking.
Luckily his children didn't fight him when he picked them up and flew through the walls with them. He made a mental note to teach them stranger danger when he came across a large red button.
You won't believe what it was labeled as. Yep. A self destruct button. How clichĂŠ. Whatever. He pushed it and sirens immediately started to go off and he continued flying them through walls before exited into a dark gothic city he knew Sam would immediately love.
Somehow he managed to immediately land a job as a linguist for Wayne tech. Probably thanks to the three small kids he had and the panicked look on his face. Bruce was a really chill dude.
Batman however, was a prick. He met the guy weeks after his run in with Bruce and he kept popping up after he found out the clone babies were partially from one of his birds and trying to take custody away from him or convince him to give them up. Danny retaliated by spreading the rumor/truth that his kids where Red Robins from creepy cloning scientists that kidnapped him before immediately moving out of Gotham and into Fawcett City to work for a competitors company. This way Red couldn't legally go after him for custody without revealing his identity :)
This is how Red Robin, at the tender age of 25, learned he had kids with a man named Daniel Nightengale. Not only that, Bruce knew about them and didn't tell him.
Danny made it clear that if any of the Gotham Rouges tried to follow him and harm his kids they would come back missing a hand. Joker found out the hard way that he wasn't bluffing.
Shazams old guy mentor almost has an aneurysm when he senses the freaking GHOST KING living in Fawcett. Danny is also much more powerful then ever before and accidentally made the power go out in half the city when he got truly angry with Batman.
Please stop giving me more hyper fixations relating to Danny Phantom and Batman crossovers I keep needing more to the point where I need to write it to satisfy my needs.
Danny had left a mark on Gotham when he left with his kids in tow, trying to avoid a freaking custody battle with BATMAN. Literally a man dressed like a bat that ran around in the night and beat up criminals. If the fact that superheroes were now a common thing wasnât enough, imagine having a custody battle with one for three clones of yourself. Itâs weird.
The bigger mark may have been the fact that Danny may or may not have mangled one of the most dangerous criminals of the city, the Joker. A stupid idiot of a man who thought it was a good idea to steal his kids to taunt Batman with. Since apparently the truth about their other clone dad happening to be Red Robin, one of Batmanâs birds, had circled to him and he thought killing kids would be fun. Now he was in an actual hospital because he terrified Dannyâs kids, left one too many bruises (which was a single small bruise on his oldest cheek after being smack for biting, Danny was proud but also livid that anyone would ever lay a hand on his daughter). Did he go overboard in tearing apart the facility and they literally tearing off the maniacs arm? Maybe. But he did warn everyone that if they hurt any of his kids, he was coming for blood.
They were just lucky he didnât kill anyone.
So he had three kids with him, was now working for a competitors company of Bruce Wayneâs in Faucett City, and building up a new life. He felt a little bad for ditching Wayne Corps for LexCorp, the Wayne company had some amazing benefits and holidays, not to mention it was a very chill environment. But he could not handle dealing with Batman every goddamn night.
LexCorp had some pretty decent benefits as well, not as amazing as the Wayne Company but it was way better than other jobs had to offer. And again. Three kids to feed. Three kids that may or may not be half ghost as well. He never got that far on the files at that creepy kidnapper place, too focused on leaving. All he knew was that they had half of his DNA, and half of this Red Robinâs DNA (of which he had yet to meet this dude.) The oldest was his daughter, who he named Asterope (Aster for short), named after a member of the Pleiades open star cluster, as well as one of the Pleiades sisters from Greek mythology. She was smart in a way that reminded Danny of Jazz, and she had a fierce fire in her heart like Danny himself. She was the one who bit one of the Jokerâs henchmen when they threatened her younger siblings. She was only four, which broke Dannyâs heart to see such a serious look on her face from time to time, and he was determined to make sure she didnât have to raise the younger siblings like Jazz had to raise Danny. He wanted to see her serious face when she argued why she needed an extra scoop of ice cream, not why she could stay home alone and watch the younger two. The middle child, about 2 years old from what Danny read, was a shy boy. Danny named him Kapteyn (he seemed to enjoy the nickname, Teynny) after the Red Dwarf star that had so much proper motion it would move from its recorded position and go missing, as well as Danny picked a red dwarf star as a relation to the âRedâ Robin. Like his sister, he had an intelligence to him in his owlish eyes. He rarely spoke, and wasnât as brash as Aster, but he had a knack for well timed distractions. More than once had Aster snuck extra snacks from behind Dannyâs back while Tyenny knocked over a glass or made a new noise. Little troublemakers and Danny was quite proud of the pair. And his youngest, only a couple of months old, he named Vela. The smallest recorded star. She was going to be the death of Danny, she was so small and he constantly feared the worst happening to her. All three children had black hair and blue eyes, though Vela and Aster had paler blue eyes while Tyenny had richer blue eyes. Yet Tyenny and Vela had signs of freckles while Aster lacked them. It gave Danny a small idea of what this Red Robin could look like but it wouldnât be enough. He wasnât even sure if he wanted to meet the guy.
Only because Batman was so aggressive about custody, what would he expect from the guy who was trained by him and the actual other father?
Danny didnât want to know.
He had been doing fine without being a hero every second of his life, and he would do fine now. He wasnât sure if he still held his title as Ghost King after his disappearance, he still didnât know if his friends and family were still alive based on the time he seemed to lose, and he couldnât really check on it because he couldnât drag his kids across the planet looking for them OR leave them for a day.
So his plan? Get settled. Use a nice cushy job for money, and dig up information the human way. Through the Internet and normal human transportation. (Yet Aster was showing signs of being half ghost, and he would be more surprised if the other two were fully human, so traveling through the ghost zone wasnât an impossible idea.)
The idea of his kids being half ghosts also put a fear into him related to his other clone, Dani. Dani had been unstable when he first discovered her, and he had watched other clones of himself destabilize into green goo. And his fear was that one day he would wake up to find those piles of goo and his kids gone. None of them showed any signs of destabilizing, but that didnât ease his fears any. He even debated bringing them to a hospital for a check up, just to see if everything was okay. Maybe even bring them to Frostbite one day to confirm or deny any ghostliness being passed down.
He flopped onto the couch of his new apartment in Fawcett city, warm bottle in hand for Vela, his youngest gently cradled in the other, and Aster playing some sort of chase game with Tyenny. Heâd need to make dinner soon, mac and cheese (he needed to learn more recipes, his single life meals were not the most nutritious things his kids should be eating on a daily basis). Being Ghost King? Easy! You wave a hand and ghosts leave, you punch Skulker in the face to back off, strength determined everything. Being a Dad?
Oh. Oh boy that was more difficult.
He had to feed his kids at regular times instead of his usually eat when he hungry. He had to tuck them into bed. Tyenny and Aster were potty trained but Vela was a baby and therefore needed regular changes. She needed to be fed more. She woke up in the middle of the night crying either for food, a diaper change, or comfort. Tyenny and Aster had horrible night terrors that Danny also had to comfort. Sleep was almost non-existent.
Then he also had to work.
He needed babysitters or just take his kids with him. The manager above him at LexCorp said it was fine to bring his kids with him, but that they also had a daycare he could leave them at. He couldnât leave them anymore though. Last time he did that they got kidnapped.
He wasnât dealing with that again.
He leaned back slightly, watching his kids laugh as they tripped over each other.
He wouldnât trade anything in the world for them though.
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âWhat do you mean that I have kids?!â Tim fumed, glaring at Bruce with a burning gaze.
Bruce, still wearing his cowl, let out a small âhrmphâ. It wasnât an answer.
Tim hissed and brought up the papers he printed, papers containing information he came across by ACCIDENT. Information that should have been shared with him the moment Bruce got ahold of it. âBatman is trying to steal my kids, Red Robin is the father?! Gothams custody battle of the century?!?â Tim shook the paper, âwere you planning on telling me AFTER bringing back three kids that apparently have my DNA?â
âTheyâre clones, Tim. It was a sensitive matter. And Daniel Nightingale has made this more difficult than it needed to be. I would have told you-,â
âYou SHOULD have told me the moment you found out! Now this man has left Gotham with all three kids! My clones! I should be the one dealing with this!â Tim scowled, âwhy did they even clone me? How did they get my DNA?â
âThey got it when you leave it all over the streets.â
Bruce and Tim turned to see Jason standing near one of his bikes, lazily looking at his hands like he was uninterested in their conversation. If it wasnât for his helmet, Tim would have sworn he had the smuggest look on his face.
âThis conversation has nothing to do with you,â Tim hissed.
âWhoa, Red got teeth tonight,â Jason hummed.
âShut up. Iâm going to find them myself and get to the bottom of this,â Tim shoved past Bruce, anger clear on his face.
âDo you even know where to look?â
Tim whipped his head to Jason, âlike you would know.â
âI do know. A couple of days ago the Joker was admitted into emergency care, he doesnât have a left arm anymore. Some of my sources say he took your little clone babies and something else came after them madder than a mother hen. I made a point to keep track of the kids after that.â
âWhy the hell would you do that?â
âBecause whatever mangled the Joker is a best friend my books. Never had I ever seen that bastard so terrified of shadows in my entire life. If I find the kids, I find the person who saved them, and then I can personally thank them for giving the clown what he deserves.â
âShow me the way.â
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Danny. Was fucking. Exhausted.
One week into his job.
One weeks.
Ancients.
He has had 2 hours of sleep.
LexCorp was a bad idea.
He should go back to Gotham.
At least Batman is somewhat civil.
This entire thing is a mess.
Here Danny stood, Vela in one arm, Tyenny in the other, and Aster clinging to his leg.
Some sort of⌠flying magic man in a red skin suit with a big lightning bolt on it was throwing some sort of robot through the wall. Danny was just doing his job when this all started. He didnât know how it all started. He just wanted to leave. He was pretty sure this was getting into hallucination territory.
He managed to make it to the ground floor without much trouble (thanks to intangibility and his kids super chill with his ghost power use.) He then walked right through a wall, existing the building, and coming face to face with Lex Luthor himself. The boss of bosses. Head of LexCorp.
They stared at each other, then Danny scowled as he noticed a glint in the manâs eye that he knew all too well. Itâs easy to spot when your arch-nemesis had the same look. âI donât think Iâm a great fit here.â He huffed and pushed past the billionaire, only for him to chuckle and turn around.
âThose are the alleged Red Robin clones, arenât they?â Neither weâre paying much mind to the building being destroying by flying man in red and his robot enemy.
âAnd you are an evil rich white man. I should have known. At least Wayne didnât have any active brain cells to be evil. No thoughts run though that manâs head.â
âI can protect them-.â
Danny held up a hand to stop him, âno. Nope. No. Fuck off.â He was not dealing with this, walking away and whispering to his kids, âdonât say fuck unless someone REALLY deserves it.â
Danny heard a click behind him, and he blamed his lack of sleep on being to slow to turn intangible as the bullet went through his head.
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Tim screamed as he leapt at the bald man, anger shooting through him as he saw Daniel Nightingale fall and the three small children with him begin to wail in distress.
Tim saw the bullet go through the mans head, and he was too slow to prevent another death. If Bruce had just told him sooner, this may have never happened!
Tim brought down his staff, but a henchmen got in his way and took the hit. More began to circle around him, just as Jason came to a halt behind him and bearing dual pistols. He took a step towards Danielâs figure when the kids hissed at him, only the small baby still cradled in Daniels arms crying while the other two put on brave faces with tears in their eyes. Jason turned his gaze to the surrounding henchmen when movement caught everyoneâs eyes.
From the man who was supposed to be dead.
Daniel Nightingale shifted, slowly dragging a free hand in a position to push himself up, baby still in his arms and slowly calming down as he whispered to them. He turned his head and everyone froze, toxic green eyes blazing. He gently handed the baby to the four year old, gently getting her to sit to make it easier to hold the baby. Once the three children are gathered and sitting is when he turns, shadows along his face making it seem unnatural, terrifying as he steps towards Luthor.
âYou scared my children. Surely you heard what happens to the people who do such horrible things?â
Tim didnât see what happened next, it was like the entire area was dipped into shadows, all he heard was screaming and cracking.
When it was all over, broken men lay on the ground around the vigilantes, and Daniel was crouched over the three kids, checking them for injuries. He glanced back at the two, eyes lingering on Jason for much longer than Tim. âIâm assuming one of you is Red Robin?â
Tim slowly raised a hand.
âI need a fucking nap. And itâs time for you to pay child support.â
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lmao now they're just straight up trying to wipe the names of executives off of the internet. the light switch has been thrown and the roaches that have infested this house for far too long are scattering like never before.
They did. They did say that. The elderly, the disabled, the immuno-suppressed, the poor. They said it was a necessary sacrifice. The eugenicists were celebrating.
fuck it, i never ever do those âreblog for X, this one really works!â posts, but this one doesnât have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesnât even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future youâll love
May you end this week surrounded by the scent of pine boughs, mulled wine, laughter, and the joy of having 6submitted your Yuletide Treasure story early.
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luigi mangione, the SUSPECTED (innocent until proven guilty) united healthcare shooter, has been charged with terrorism. thatâs right. a man who supposedly shot ONE SINGLE PERSON is being charged with terrorism. because in america, billionaires lives matter enough that a SINGLE rich manâs death is considered a terrorist act against this country. think about that.
My worst horror house experience was when I couldnât find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying âplease scream as loud as you can when you run out thereâ and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that
Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend?Â
Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet?Â
Guy: ⌠Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing).Â
â Got to walk a second time throughâÂ
Same guy: My friends -wailing-Â
Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad
Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh.Â
I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.
Specifically, I remember;
There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said âHi!â and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.
Near the end, there were these twin little girls. âCome play with us.â They said. âOkay!â I said. âForever.â They said. âOh, sorry, canât do that. Iâm busy.â
My friends and I were in a really dark part of a haunted house and couldnât find the exit, so the guy who had just jumped out at us had to say âto your leftâ in his same scary voice heâd used to scream and we were like âthanks!â
And then after a few moments of patting blindly at the wall he says again in the same ominous voice âyour other leftâ
- State charges cannot be pardoned by the President of the United States. They have to be pardoned by the governor of the state in which the crime was committed
- the governor of Georgia does not have pardon power, that power was stripped in 1943 by the Georgia state legislature
- TV cameras are forbidden in federal court. TV cameras are permitted in state court. Itâs already been stated that Donald Trumpâs Georgia trial will be televised
- Donald Trump will be booked, processed, fingerprinted, and have his mug shot taken just like any other person who enters the Fulton country jail. They donât believe in special treatment down there
- the Georgia RICO statue carries a 5 year mandatory minimum sentence which cannot be revoked by a judge
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Yeah. They did that. I bet the âclarificationâ came as a result of some strong legal threats.
So be aware in the coming weeks that if your favorite actor reportedly says something shitty about the strike that makes your blood boil? Check the sources. Thereâs going to be a lot of uh, spin in the news.
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